Last week I attended a meeting and heard a review of the book, “The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio (How My Mother Raised 10 Kids on 25 Words or Less).” The review brought back a lot of memories.
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Lee “Red” Hall, our illustrious deputy sheriff at the time, stood with gun in hand defying the Denison police authority to place him under arrest one evening in September, 1879, according to a 1929 article in Judge M.M. Scholl’s monthly publication, “Historic Denison.”
In the late 1800s and early 1900s most towns the size of Denison had a wagon yard. A lot of people know what a wagon is and they know what a yard is. But if you put the two together it has a totally different meaning.
I spent all of Sunday afternoon looking for a plastic bag filled with treasures that my mother had kept in her cedar chest from the time that she was a child. Every year when Valentine’s Day approaches I get them out and display in a tray in my living room.
Sleek, shiny new automobiles are considered necessities by today’s standards. Most households have at least two at their disposal. But the “gasoline buggies” of the early 1900s were something of a novelty.
I have never written a review of a funeral celebration of life before, but I’m sure that the one I attended Saturday had never before happened in Denison, Texas.
A transplanted Yankee who was among the first in North Texas to become interested in the automobile is credited with the transition from horse to horse drawn carriage to horseless carriage in Denison.
In Sunday’s column, Riverside Park, north of present day Denison, was mentioned as the place where the Annie P Steamboat anchored on its first trip from New Orleans, proving that the Red River was navigable.
If you read this column very often you probably know that I get a lot of mail with questions about people or events in Denison’s past. I wish I had the answers to all of them or could quickly find the answers among my many records, but unfortunately, I often get bogged down and have other things to do.
With all the emphasis on eating healthy today, local residents may have eaten fresher food back in the town’s earliest days. Denison was rich in farming and fruit raisers in the 1890s and, as a result of this natural asset, a canning factory set up shop in town.
If I was going to make a list of New Year’s resolutions to begin 2015, my first would be to be more organized and more prompt in getting my columns written. But since it already is past the middle of January and here I sit writing a column for Thursday’s paper – I missed the deadline for my usual Wednesday space – I would have already screwed up.
Through the years I’ve written columns about the “stuff” that accumulates on my desk and much of it I have no idea where it came from. Some of it is good “stuff” with good information and some of it is notes I have written at various times impossible to read because I may write gibberish.
We don’t think of Denison as a mill town, but in the late 1800s and early 1900s, it certainly was. Last Sunday we talked about the Grist Mill that found its way to Denison by way of Europe, New Orleans, Oklahoma and Bonham. In about 1900 a report titled “Industrial Denison” hailed the town as an industrial city because of the industries that employed labor here.
Tucked back in my file is a yellowed airmail envelope with no stamp. Written on the front is “Record of Grist Mill, Oma J. Williams, Denison, Texas”. I have no idea how it came to be in my possession.
Once upon a time, as children’s stories often begin, there was an eight-year-old girl living on the Upper West Side of New York City who had a strong belief in Santa Claus. This is a true story and has been a Christmas tradition in many newspapers. Claud Easterly, former editor of The Denison Herald, was insistent that the story run every year.
Today is December 21, 2014. Does anyone remember where you were 30 years ago tomorrow on December 22, 1984?
Dallas may have a “West End,” but at one time Denison had one too. And yes, it was in the west part of Denison.
I just learned that a former Denisonians who graduated from Denison High School in 1921 is discussed in a best-selling book in 1942 that inspired a 1945 movie staring John Wayne.
In Wednesday’s “Yesterday” column, a writer in 2006 had asked if the old Sand Springs/Waterloo cave still was on the bluff. The writer, Tom Kellough, had visited Denison for a class reunion and thought about, but didn’t, hike to the cave, where as a youngster, he and a friend had played. I had surmised that the cave was gone. Boy, was I wrong.
After writing a series of three articles on an event that took place in Kentucky Town, I was wondering what I could write about that people of Grayson County would find interesting. Usually, when I get to this point, something comes up about Denison’s earliest days.
The seven men were hanged by a self-designated posse for the attempted robbery and unsuccessful hanging of a farmer in the area after three tries. An account of the robbers being captured was given in the first column and of them being hanged was covered in the second column. Today we will talk about the aftermath of the hangings.
In Sunday’s column the attempted robbery of a farm family that resulted in the husband’s near death at the hands of the robbers when they tried to hang him three times and failed, led to the capture of the wood-be robbers by the home guard a few nights later.
A town first called Ann Eliza that is 25 years older than Whitewright and Tom Bean, the towns to the east and the west, is the area of a crime in 1864 that this writer wasn’t aware of until this week. That community now is known as Kentuckytown, the townsite of which was laid out in 1852, six years after the founding Sherman and 20 years before Denison was settled.
Once a year the Old Settlers Association of Grayson County meets to plan the distribution of funds earned during the past year. These board members aren’t among the original old settlers, but they do have an interest in Grayson County and want to do what’s best for the groups who receive their funds.
I received an email this week about a “True West” magazine cover picture of Olive Ann Oatman Fairchild, who will be remembered as the lady with a blue tattoo on her chin, put there by Indians who massacred her parents.
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