Posted on: Drew Co. Ar Queries Reply Here: http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/USA/Ar/Drew/112 Surname: owens, hankins, echols ------------------------- im looking for any informatation on ezekiel brook owens/martha caroline (hankins)owens/milton hubert owens/or any others related through drew county

Posted on: Drew Co. Ar Obituaries Reply Here: http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/USA/Ar/DrewObits/9 Surname: Brown, Jones, Devine, Reap, Harville, Hargis, Diffie, Hughes, White, Knowles, Loveless, Glennon, Cox ------------------------- Mrs. Edna Brown Jones Dies in Wilmar Mrs. Edna Brown Jones, 64, died Saturday at her home, Wilmar, Route 1. She is survived by three daughters, Mrs. Bernice Devine, Mrs. Ruth Reap, Mrs. Blanche E. Harville; five sons, E.J. [sic--should be 'F.J.' for "Francis John"] Jones, Otis Jones, Jesse Jones, Earl Jones, and Ray Jones; three sisters, Mrs. Charlie Hargis, Mrs. W.T. Diffie, Mrs. Lillie Hughes; three brothers, Henry Brown, John Brown, Arch Brown. Services were held Sunday afternoon at 3 from the Valley Methodist church, with the Reverend Mr. Riggins officiating. Burial was made in Valley cemetery. Pall bearers were Virgil White, Dell Knowles, Benjamin Loveless, Herman White, Ervin Glennon ['Glennon' scratched out, 'White' written in pen beneath], James Glennon, Clemon Cox. (This obit probably appeared in the Warren Eagle-Democrat or the Advance Monticellonian in January, 1947, as Edna Jones' tombstone gives date of death as January 18, 1947.)

Wilmar's Sr. boys won the State Championship in 1955. GO LONGHORNS! Mary ----- Original Message ----- From: "Billy Covey" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 13, 2001 9:39 AM Subject: Re: [ARDREW] Wilmar Basketball Team Rebecca: I don't know about 1962 but around 1952 Wilmar beat us every game. Come to think of it, we didn't win too many. Thiknking on it further I don't think we won any. Bill Covey Author of Watson Is Where It Wuz http://home.att.net/~billcovey/index.html

Are there any newspaper records for the Monticello area for the time during the Civil War? Keith Wilson

Thanks for identifying the ball players!! My father-in-law was S. L. Woodard who taught math and coached basketball in Bradley county for 45 years, most of which were spent at Banks. His son, Elroy "Crazy Legs" Woodard was a basketball letterman at A & M, along with Kenny Jones of Banks, Marshall Day of Little Rock, Opal Crow of Wabbaseka, and Danny Chambers and Tommy Pierce of Monticello. They were the championship team in their league. Join 18 million Eudora users by signing up for a free Eudora Web-Mail account at http://www.eudoramail.com

I sure do. Brings back old memories. I was already out of school but the given names are listed below. Who was your father in law? I know that he wasn't a coach at Wilmar. Mary ----- Original Message ----- From: "jann woodard" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, January 12, 2001 10:21 AM Subject: [ARDREW] Wilmar Basketball Team I have my father-in-law's old score books and was looking thru them last night. We, Banks and Wilmar, played a "hot" game with the score of 48 to 22! Do any of you local folks know these girls who played for Wilmar in 1962? It doesn't list given names: Wood -RUBY Carpenter - PATRICIA OR DOROTHY Arey - ROBBIE OR JESSIE Leggett - MARY Martin -JOYCE Anderson -COROLYN Carter - GENEVA Kulbeth - BETTY B. Huskey - BETTY D. or P. Huskey -DONA (COULD THE "P" BE A "K" FOR KATHY?) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/

Rebecca Yes please scan it for me. I would greatly apreciate it very much. Thank you so much Tanya

I have my father-in-law's old score books and was looking thru them last night. We, Banks and Wilmar, played a "hot" game with the score of 48 to 22! Do any of you local folks know these girls who played for Wilmar in 1962? It doesn't list given names: Wood Carpenter Arey Leggett Martin Anderson Carter Kulbeth B. Huskey D. or P. Huskey __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/

Tanya, While going through photographs yesterday I found an old one of the Jess Griffin/Ada Burkhart family. The people are not identified but there is an older woman, 6 girls ranging in age, a young man, and Henry DeArmond, who was visiting. Lucille Davis gave it to me in 1979 because of the DeArmond man in it. Henry was b @ 1890; he looks to be @ 18-20 in the photo, so it was made @ 1910. Would you like for me to scan it to you? Rebecca Rebecca, Mary, Robert Thanks so much for the information. It has been a great help. I hope to get to Monticello and go to the archives, and also check out some cemeteries. Thanks again Tanya

Jann, Who was your father-in law? Was he a coach at Wilmar? C.L. Jones

This is such a neat letter, but the last part was clipped from the newspaper prior to micro filming. Still, I think it is worth posting. I don't think it is a repeat post, but I wouldn't swear to that!! Article appeared in the Advance-Monticellonian, Feb. 1927: Camden, Arkansas January 22, 1927 The Advance-Monticellonian C. C. Whittington, Publisher Monticello, Ark. Dear Sir: I have just read an article in your valuable paper of the 18th instant, "More about the old timers," written by one of "Em." I wish he had signed his name for I enjoyed it very much. I see too, he has mentioned, as well as Mr. Cotham, that unique character, Emanuel Sandusky, in that laconic dispatch sent by him to his partner, at the time of the tragic accident to the boat-load of cotton. The version as the writer remembers it, ran thusly, he states, "Come! And come quick, and bring all the hands with thee for she are slewed around and she are sunk." And in his New Orleans incident, at a hotel where he was stopping, there was prepared a special table for a delegation of preachers, and he took his seat at the head of the table, and he was asked by the master of ceremonies if he was a preacher, and he said, "well no" but I am a very prominent member of the church, and he was permitted to remain. I have another incident to relate, where this prominent river man, Emanuel Sandusky, was employed by Major Bradley of this town, who owned a ferry here at Camden, three miles below this city, which still goes by the name of the Bradley Ferry, and he owned another on the Saline River, east of Warren, and he employed this man to run the one on the Saline River, and it came a big storm one night and sunk the ferry boat on the Saline, and in a few days he got a letter from his ferryman, reading this, "Major Bradley, E'core Fabre, Dear Sir: After my respects to you and your family, the wind slewed her around and she are sunk, come and bring all your hands," E. Sandusky. The Major knew that his ferry boat was sunk and took his Negro men and went over and raised it. While writing about this old ferry, I will tell you a good joke on Henry Turner of Warren, and as a boy, he was the soul of honor, and is so yet. His father, Sam Turner, ran a flouring and grist mill there on the river, and he had a big warehouse there too, which was filled with New Orleans molasses, that Capt. Bob Withers ran the the Nelson Morgan during the civil war, before the evacuation of the city, which he store there, and the hogs slept under this warehouse and a good deal of the molasses leaked out and filled these old hogsheads with molasses, and the flies and bugs swarmed in it. My father, who lived twenty-five miles down the river, used to send me with a Negro driver with wagon loads of wheat to be ground at his mill, and there was a company of soldiers camped there to guard the mill and Henry and I would frequently eat dinner with them and help them eat their frugal meal with a menu of wheat hocake, butter and molasses, and one day one of the men at the table said, "Bud, tell that Negro of yours to bring us some more molasses, the last he brought us is just about out." When I went to our camp I told my old Negro what the soldier said, he said, "If I would go with him he would show me where he got the molasses." He took me to the old warehouse and we went under it and he filled his oat straw hat with the molasses in the hogsheads and drained them through his hat into his jug and then threw out the bus (sic) and flies and filled it again until he filled his jug and went down to the river and washed his hat and jug, and carried it back to the wagon and wrapped it in his best clothes with a clean corn cob stopper, and that night he carried it to the soldiers camp and next day Henry and I ate dinner with the soldiers again and he said please pass him some more of the molasses, they were mighty good. The Negro told me if I told it, the soldiers would kill me and him both, and of course I kept it a secret. A few years ago I was in Warren and went into the bank where Henry Turner is president, we soon got to talking of old times and soon a good crowd gathered around and I could not keep my secret any longer and told the molasses story on him, and that is the reason he is so fat, just like a rail. I have another old time true story to tell. In 1869 I went to school to Colonel John W. Colquitt at Lacey, in Drew County, and during the while, and before, there was a man by the name of Whitlow taught a dancing school, which was enjoyed by old as well as the young, and old man Perry Lambert, who had a house full of girls and boys seemed to enjoy them most, there was a dancing party most every Friday night somewhere in the town or county. On the 16th of July the school at Fountain Hill in Ashley County had the closing exercises and had asked the Lacey school to come down as they were going to have a big dinner and wanting our dancing party to compete with theirs, so all our school went and all the dancers and Mr. Perry Lambert leading our party. It was not long after we got there, we were all on the floor in two rooms of a closeby neighbors house with John Lambert and Frank Foster calling off sets with Whitlow, Dan Easley, and old Alex Daniel, furnishing the violin music, and we, all the light tiptoe and old man Perry Lambert, with a sweet and pretty girl keeping her cool with his palmetto fan, in the long drawn out sets and in the promenades he would fan his girl and sing, "Shoe fly don't you bother me, for I am just as happy as I well can be." The most graceful dancer was a little girl about fourteen, with whom George Spencer and I wanted to see whom she would dance with and both go to her at the same time and ask her, which we did, and she looked at us both, and smiled and took my arm, and George hit me in the back as I passed him by and said, "Confound you, you beat my time," and old man Lambert saw the play we were making and fanned my girl's face and said, "shew fly you can't light on them." Mr. Perry Lambert was the young folks friend and loved to see them have a good time and we all loved him, and I love his memory yet. A few more jokes to laugh at and then I am through for I feel I am crossing the bridge of sighs into the pathetic and must hurry on before I get too sad to dwell long in the the olden days. Dr. J. K. McClain of Star City went to school at Lacey the same time I did and went through the dancing episodes as I did. He and I went to old Branchville, before it was named Star City to see some of our fathers old friends who lived there, and too, to have a good time with the young folks, we soon got acquainted with the young people and soon they gave us a big dancing party, and I heard one of the girls say, "Mr. McClain, can you dance, and he said, "I don't know Miss Addie, I don't know, but I am as willing a soul as ever tried. They had a fine supper and cakes of all kinds, fruit cakes and pound cakes and plenty of good things to eat and I heard one of the girls ask him if he wanted anything more to eat, and he said, "bring me some more of that Pumpkin bread with cracklins.... (too bad it ended here) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/

Rebecca, Mary, Robert Thanks so much for the information. It has been a great help. I hope to get to Monticello and go to the archives, and also check out some cemeteries. Thanks again Tanya

So Rough and Ready must at one time have been considered seriously as a town site. Across the right-hand road (looking south) from the tanyard was a cemetery, and I imagine it must still be there as silent proof that Rough and Ready was actually at one time the site of Monticello. In the plains and desert country of the Southwest one frequently comes upon an abandoned cemetery (usually referred to by local citizens as "Boot Hill", indicating that those resting there in solitude died with their boots on), and in every such case one can find remnants of adobe buildings that once formed part of a town. West Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, all have their "Boot Hills" and their abandoned towns. Some were cattle towns, and some mining towns, but all were considerable communities at one time. To me the most romantic and pathetic of these is the town of Tascosa, once a flourishing metropolis nestling in the breaks of the Canadian river where the old Jones and Plummer trail touched the stream in passing through the Panhandle of Texas. It, too, has its "Boot Hill." The first court house erected in Monticello of today stood about midway of the block on the west side of the public square. It was still standing when I was a boy, and it divided honors with the first "old court house" on Rough and Ready Hill. But the term was used in my day to distinguish the old court house on the west side of the square (long devoted to other purposes) from the beautiful and never-to-be-forgotten brick building erected in the center of the square in 1870. That was the court house of my generation, and it was temple of justice, town hall, community house, theater, and grand ball room all in one. For months it was used as a skating rink, and some times religious services were held there. The first service of the Protestant Episcopal Church I ever witnessed was held there, conducted, I think, by the Rev. Dr. Walton, whom I afterwards knew very much to my gain. Temperance lectures were delivered there during the days before Monticello drove out its saloons, and many political leaders spoke here during heated campaigns. Often these were prominent in state and national affairs. Of these the two I recall most distinctly were Governor James P. Eagle and Governor William M. Fishback. Some of us still remember the "Grand Bals Masque" held in the second story of that beloved old court house. Lawlessness was nothing like that of the past few years, but those in charge of these almost annual social functions always deemed it wise to add a line at the bottom of the hundreds of invitations issued on such occasions, advising the "favored" recipients that "Officers of the law will be present to preserve order." It is a most satisfying recollection that there was never any disorder at these social affairs, and I have wondered many times why the "warning" was always printed at the bottom of the neat and proper invitations, also though, as a member of the "Committee on Invitations:, I helped to authorize it on several occasions. I learned to swim in the larger of the six or seven barrow pits from which dirt was taken to make the bricks that went into the walls and beautiful tower of the court house of 1870. These pits were known as "The Jordan Ponds," from which I gather that the bricks were made by Jim Jordan, or some other of the old-time Jordan family from which came Billy and Josephine and the beautiful Ella Jordan. Billy had lost an eye during or just after the Civil War, and when I saw him last he was living at Wilmar. Josephine was the wife of Walter S. Jeter, in my day proprietor of the largest mercantile establishment in town. His store was in the middle of the block on the east side of the public square, and his residence faced Gaines street, opposite the Tom Edwards (afterwards the Shelton & Wells) livery stable. The Jeter store was one of the five brick buildings in Monticello when I first knew it. The others were the McNeely brick on the northeast corner of the square, the court house, jail, and calaboose. The Jordan ponds were located a mile and a half or two miles north of town some hundreds of yards from the Tyro road and opposite the Curl Trotter farmstead. A private road turned to the left around the small cottage occupied by Henry Matthews, who conducted a Negro barber shop, passed to the south of the ponds and wound roughly northwestward past the Belser (formerly Hemingway) place, and the William Allen farm and "played out" somewhere north of Gaster Hill. Curl Trotter and Lynn Brooks were the two outstanding Negro politicians of my youth, and had to be reckoned with by every successful politician of the county. There were still some remnants of Carpet-Bag rule in those days, and Negro voters were plentiful until the Australian ballot was adopted, along with the educational qualification, which was actually more theoretical than real, and yet which caused most Negroes to stay home on election day. Thus "black heels on white necks" followed "bayonet rule" into happy oblivion. All about the Jordan ponds were piles and beds of broken bricks from the kilns burned in 1870, and these accounted for many a stone bruise that caused the boys of my day to "favor" one heel or the other when walking or running. All boys under fifteen regularly went barefoot from early spring to late fall, donning shoes only on Sunday and for social functions, and some times not even then. So stone bruises were common enough. There were also numbers of extremely thorny honey locus trees in the vicinity, and these often gave the boys as much trouble as the broken bricks. End of article __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/

If any can help her, please do so. She is not a member of Ardrew -----Original Message----- From: edna williams <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Date: Friday, January 05, 2001 12:28 PM Subject: Re: Drew County >Hi Bobbie, >I am researching MILES, ABBOTT and SAWYER in Drew County. I spent a week in >Drew County, doing research a couple of years ago. >I found everyone very helpful and very nice. They make you >feel at home. >My main one id Pernthia MILES ABBOTT. I found her in the 1910 census, >But could not find her in the 1920, so I assume that she died between >1910 and 1920. I have a copy of the papers where she filed and got a >pension. I can not find where she is buried or where she died.I have >contacted vital records in Little Rock and they do'nt have any thing on her >either. >Thanks, >Edna Williams >Burleson, Texas >_________________________________________________________________ >Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com >

Random Recollections Monticello and Drew County During the 30 Years From 1872 to 1902, by L. H. Published Dec. 27, 1934 In the installment captioned "The Beginning of things," I quoted liberally from Dallas Herndon's "Centennial History of Arkansas" in which he located Drew county's first post office at the store of Carney O'Neal "three miles west of where Monticello now stands, at a place called Montongo." This would be on the Wilmar road somewhere in the neighborhood of the old J. H. Manees, Fountain Stanley, and Capt. Rice homesteads, whereas the Montongo I knew and still know is located about seven or eight miles up the Ridge toward Lincoln county, and northwest by north of Monticello. It was for many years the home and headquarters of the Cavaness family, whose capable head was known over a wide territory for his business ability and personal integrity. There was a Methodist campground nearby, a roomy church in the forks of the road, and a cold spring down in the little valley. Mr. Cavaness conducted a general store at Montongo and had extensive real estate and business interests elsewhere. The land about Cornish Landing, on the Saline river, belonged to him, and in my boyhood there were still half a dozen cottages standing on each side of the landing past the Cavaness warehouse to the river. Timbers of an old barge that had come to grief in the river years before were still to be seen at low-water stages, and inside the warehouse, near the rear, was an empty barrel in which some one had placed the skeleton head of an alligator gar. It came from a monster fish, and the nose bones of the skeleton protruded well above the upper chines of the barrel. The last time I remember seeing this old warehouse and the vacant cottages along the Monticello-Warren highway was about 1887. There was to be a fish-fry at Cornish Landing, which was a popular "watering place" in those days, and Jim Williams and I "footed it" from Monticello to the river (13 miles) the night before. We carried our lunches in paper bags, intending to catch a lot of fish when we got to the river, eat breakfast, have a swim and await arrival of the fish-fry party next morning. Arriving at the ruins of the Cap. Strong mill between Barkada and the river about one or two o'clock in the morning, we decided to have a brief nap in the weather-stained pile of sawdust beside the road. We slept until nearly daylight, and awoke to find our breakfast gone. Some hogs had visited us during our nap and dined on the contents of our paper bags. So we were ravenously hungry when the fish-party arrived about ten o'clock in the morning. The fish declined to bite when we got to the river, but we had our swim. Mr. Cavaness' eldest son, Joe, was in business at Cornerville, Lincoln county, for several years, moving from there, I think, to Texas. The other children were Sallie, Effie, and Virgie, and two boys, Andrew and Garvin. The last time I saw the Cavaness store at Montongo it had been closed and its outside walls were plastered with circus advertisements - Clark's circus, I believe. Mr. Cavaness was killed by a train at the old union station in Little Rock. Mr. Herndon relates that the first county court met in the house of Alexander Rawles, but he does not give the location. What a pity! Several subsequent sessions were held in the Rodgers (Rogers?) school house, he says, and again fails to give the location. Perhaps it was the Hugh Rodgers (Rogers?) school of which I heard a great deal in my youth, but never saw even the building in which the school was conducted. I am on familiar ground, however, when Mr. Herndon brings his narrative down to Rough and Ready and on into Monticello. One of my earliest recollections hovers about a two-story frame building standing weather-worn and forlorn in a grove of magnificent oaks on the top of the hill almost due east across the highway from the old Pete Sain homestead, which stood on ground now occupied by the home of E. H. Dozier. Even at this late date (1877 or 1878) the empty building was known as "the old court house," and it continued to be so known until it was razed years afterwards. I naturally assumed that the old building had been erected by the county as its court house, but I judge from Mr. Herndon's statement that it must have been a residence generously donated by its owner for court purposes. Nevertheless, I was told many times that Monticello was "moved from Rough and Ready," which would indicate that the town stood originally on the top of Rough and Ready Hill. The fact that there were numbers of homes close by, apparently built along regularly-platted streets, is further proof that Rough and Ready was once the actual county seat. Three of these homes I remember as belonging to Mrs. Barbara Wells, mother of James K. P. and Roll Dan Wells; "Grandpa" Bennett, father of R. C. (Bob), John, and Frank Bennett, and a Mr. Crane. Down in the valley skirted by the Hamburg (Lone Prairie) road on the east and on the west by the road to the Judge Billy Wells plantation was an old tan year and distillery, remains of which were still to be seen when I was a boy. The ground all about a tumble-down frame building was thickly carpeted with decayed and decaying tan-bark, and there were many vats - resembling open graves lined with planking - where hides were formerly soaked in the process of tanning. There was also a big copper retort and a copper worm, relics of the distillery. A company of Confederate soldiers camped there one winter during the Civil War, and one of them (F. M. Rosenburg) whom I met years afterwards in Pine Bluff, spoke of both tanyard and distillery. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/

Arriving at a stream that had to be crossed on a ferry (probably Boggy Bayou or Bayou Macon( he was told by the ferryman that on the day before a traveler coming from the opposite direction had been chased by a panther. This was far from nerve-steadying news - especially to one carrying nothing more deadly than a .41 calibre vest-pocket derringer, but the Colonel crossed on the ferry and rode on into the wilderness toward Napoleon. He reached that place in due time, and while attending his business at the court house he met a young doctor, and found that he, too, would be returning westward the next day. So they agreed to ride together. Having transacted his business, the Colonel went to one of the hotels (taverns, he called them) to seek accommodations for the night. The whistle of a steamboat had just sounded on the river, and there was considerable movement toward the boat landing. Several men sat about the hotel office, none of whom were known to the Colonel, as he was not acquainted in Napoleon. He was occupied some minutes arranging with the proprietor of the hotel for accommodations, and just as he turned from the counter, or desk, or whatever it was called in those days, he heard several men approaching from the direction of the river. There were three of them, and as they entered the door of the hotel office, two of the men who sat about inside leaped to their feet and drew their pistols. Immediately there was general firing, and when the smoke cleared three men lay dead on the floor and two others had been shot. One of the dead men was the captain of the steamer that had just landed, and two others were gamblers who plied their trade on the Mississippi and Arkansas river steamboats and made Napoleon their headquarters. They had been gunning for each other for some time, and the Colonel had arrived at the psychological moment, thus coming upon a second tragedy in the wilderness. Next morning the Colonel arose early and prepared for the return journey to Monticello. Meeting the young doctor, he was informed by a gentlemen that business would keep him for another hour, but the Colonel was anxious to start west, for he wished to get out of the swamps before night. So it was agreed that he was to ride on and that the doctor would overtake him in the forenoon and the Colonel rode on alone. Approaching the stream that had to be crossed on a ferryboat, he recalled the story told him by the ferryman of the man who had been chased by a panther. The story stuck in his mind, and he found himself becoming nervous as he drew nearer to the stream. Suddenly he heard a scream far back in the direction from which he had come, and he realized instantly that he must get to the stream and onto the ferryboat as quickly as possible. He spurred his horse into a gallop, and hurried on. Another scream came from the rear, and it appeared to be closer. The Colonel urged his horse into a run, and as he came within sight of the ferry he heard another scream from behind and was horrified to find the ferry boat on the opposite side of the stream. Here was a situation indeed! Colonel Whittington yelled to the ferryman, and saw that gentleman moving leisurely toward the boat. "Hurry, Man! Hurry!" the Colonel shouted, drawing his little derringer and preparing to argue matters with the panther. Just at that moment he heard the sound of a galloping horse and immediately thought of the young doctor who was to join him on the road. A moment later this gentleman came into view. The "panther" screams that had so unnerved the young lawyer were merely the hails of his belated fellow traveler, who sought by this means to appraise the man ahead that he was coming. Colonel Whittington drew the picture of that journey with consummate artistry. It had plenty of thrills, and his manner of telling it brought these out into plain view. Moreover, the story had the added quality of being true. In the fall of 1878 the people of Drew and Ashley counties, composing the Seventeenth Senatorial District, sent Col. Whittington to the upper house of the State Legislature to serve during the 22nd and 23rd sessions (1879 and 1881). D. E. Barker, a brother-in-law of Dr. J. F. Wright, Monticello's first dentist (I think), was Drew County's representative in the lower house during those four years, and for several terms thereafter, going to the Senate and becoming its president in 1887. In 1904 he was again elected to the House for the session of 1905. I saw Col. Barker for the last time during that year. The community of Barkada, out on the road to Cornish Landing, took its name from the Barker family. On another summer day (in 1900, I think) the whole town was shocked by the news that Col. Whittington had suffered a stroke of paralysis from which he might not recover. Forty-eight hours later, he was dead. End of article. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/

William Earl Griffin (Bill) was married to Janet Clark Mercer for a short period of time. Bill was murdered and his house burned. J. C.'s name was James something. He married Betty Carpenter Strickland. There were a number of girls in the family. Lucille married Guy Davis; Emma Jean married L. C. West; Betty married Herbert Reddin and Mary Lynn married Ed Temple. There may have been others in the family but I know of these. All of the girls had children but Bill and J. C. did not. I hope that this is of some help. Mary ----- Original Message ----- From: "Robert Deal" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, January 10, 2001 9:27 AM Subject: Re: [ARDREW] GRIFFIN Att; Tanya Squires. I have delayed replying to your message hoping someone with more information would assist you. I knew the Griffin family in Wilmar in the 1938 to 1942 time frame and my memories have dimmed with time. I knew Pearl (as she was called and two of her sons. Willie and J C. Willie died in fire at his home. He is buried at the Wilmar Cemetery as William Earl Griffin b.Aug. 25,1913 d.Sept. 13, 1991. J C if he ever had any name other than this I never heard it called. J C as I remember him would have been born around the 1920 time frame. J C I believe served in the military during World War II. I have heard that J C married Janet Clark when they would have been middle age or beyond. If Willie ever married he did not have wife when I knew him. If either of these ever had any children I have never heard of them. Sorry I could not be more helpful. Robert ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, January 01, 2001 9:23 PM Subject: [ARDREW] GRIFFIN > Hi, > Looking for GRIFFIN, NATHAN FRANKLIN > married HONEY, MARTHA FRANCIS > Looking for his date of birth, date of death, and where buried, and when > they got married. I know he was born in Iuka, Mississippi. Martha > Francis HONEY was also born in Iuka, Mississippi. I am looking for the > same information on her also. > > Also looking for any children that may have had. I know he had a son > Griffen, Jesse Cleveland, born 20 Sept 1887 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. > He married Burkart, Annie Pearl. > > I have the names of Jesse and Annie Giffen's children, but I don't have > the dates of birth or death on them. I have the names of who they > married. > > I know they lived in Wilmar, Drew County, Arkansas. > > I have gotten this information from the book Old Times Not Forgotten A > History of Drew County. > > Any help would be appreciated greatly and thanks in advance. > > Tanya Squires >

It was on such a day, under the grateful shade of a mulberry tree, that Col. Whittington told us of his trip to Napoleon. I can not state is as a fact, but I seem to recall that the object of his trip through the wilderness and swamps was to secure his license to practice law. Just why this should have been necessary I do not know. It was some years before I was born, and Napoleon was destroyed two years before I came into the world. The "Book of the United States" (1834) does not mention Napoleon in its list of Mississippi Valley towns, but Mark Twain knew it well. In his "Life on the Mississippi" (1874) he says: "These performances (Marquette and La Salle) took place on the site of the future town of Napoleon, Arkansas, and there the first confiscation cross was raised on the banks of the great river. When De Soto took his fleeting glimpse (modern historians and women's societies who have erected memorial stones at various De Soto "crossing" points from Natchez to Memphis will please take notice) of the river, away back in the dim early days, he took it from that same spot - the site of the future town of Napoleon, Arkansas. Therefore, three out of the four memorable events connected with the discovery and exploration of the mighty river occurred; by accident, in one and the same place." Further along in the same volume the author of "Tom Sawyer" and Huckleberry Finn" says Napoleon had "Banks, churches, jails, newspaper offices, court house, theatre, fire department, livery stable - everything", and he closes the chapter with this paragraph: "Yes, it was an astonishing thing to see the Mississippi rolling between unpeopled shores and straight over the spot where I used to see a good big self-complacent town twenty years ago. Town that was county-seat of a great and important county; town with a big United States marine hospital; town of innumerable fights - an inquest every day; town where I used to know the prettiest girl, and the most accomplished in the whole Mississippi Valley; town where we were handed the first printed news of the Pennsylvania's mournful disaster a quarter of a century ago; a town no more - swallowed up, vanished, gone to feed the fishes; nothing left but a fragment of a shanty and a crumbling brick chimney!" Note the disjointed phrase in the middle of Mark Twain's paragraph: "town of innumerable fights - an inquest everyday." It fits admirably into Col. Whittington's story of his journey to Napoleon on horseback. I can not repeat it in his own words, so I use my own: He left Monticello early in the morning of a summer day to ride sixty or seventy miles through swamps and wilderness to the river town situated on what is now Big Island country, but which at that time (probably in the early 1850's) was the Arkansas mainland. At noon the first day he came to a large log house, back of which was a corn field. A wide veranda ran the full length of the side toward the road, and a man appeared to be stretched out asleep on the floor of the shady end. The Colonel was hungry and in need of a drink of water, so he stopped at the gate and gave the usual "halloo" of the time. Nobody answered, and the man on the porch did not move. The Colonel "hallooed" again with the same result, although he could hear voices far out in the cornfield. Puzzled a bit, he got off his horse and walked toward the house with the intention of waking the man on the veranda and requesting food and water for himself and his horse. The man had been shot. There was blood on his clothing, and a pool of it on the floor. He was dead. Astonished and perhaps a bit fearful, although he had plenty of courage, the Colonel stood and looked at the man. He could hear the voices in the corn field coming nearer, so he waited eventualities. Presently three other men emerged from the corn field and came toward the house. Two were supporting a third between them. He, too, had been shot. Col Whittington had arrived on the very heels of a crisis in an Arkansas feud between the Bledsoes and the Watsons. He offered his assistance in caring for the wounded man, but this was declined. So he accepted a drink of water, mounted his horse and rode on. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/

Tanya, I am sorry I overlooked this. All of this family is in Old Times. See pages 210, 211. More Griffins on pgs. 230, 300, 264, 216, 383, 319, 252, 316, 229, 228, 297, 185, 272, 305, 259. The complete given name index is in the Drew Archives. Rebecca >Att; Tanya Squires. I have delayed replying to your message hoping someone >with more information would assist you. >I knew the Griffin family in Wilmar in the 1938 to 1942 time frame and my >memories have dimmed with time. I knew Pearl (as she was called and two of >her sons. Willie and J C. >Willie died in fire at his home. He is buried at the Wilmar Cemetery as >William Earl Griffin b.Aug. 25,1913 d.Sept. 13, 1991. >J C if he ever had any name other than this I never heard it called. J C as >I remember him would have been born around the 1920 time frame. J C I >believe served in the military during World War II. I have heard that J C >married Janet Clark when they would have been middle age or beyond. If >Willie ever married he did not have wife when I knew him. If either of these >ever had any children I have never heard of them. Sorry I could not be more >helpful. Robert > ----- Original Message ----- >From: <[email protected]> >To: <[email protected]> >Sent: Monday, January 01, 2001 9:23 PM >Subject: [ARDREW] GRIFFIN > > >> Hi, >> Looking for GRIFFIN, NATHAN FRANKLIN >> married HONEY, MARTHA FRANCIS >> Looking for his date of birth, date of death, and where buried, and when >> they got married. I know he was born in Iuka, Mississippi. Martha >> Francis HONEY was also born in Iuka, Mississippi. I am looking for the >> same information on her also. >> >> Also looking for any children that may have had. I know he had a son >> Griffen, Jesse Cleveland, born 20 Sept 1887 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. >> He married Burkart, Annie Pearl. >> >> I have the names of Jesse and Annie Giffen's children, but I don't have >> the dates of birth or death on them. I have the names of who they >> married. >> >> I know they lived in Wilmar, Drew County, Arkansas. >> >> I have gotten this information from the book Old Times Not Forgotten A >> History of Drew County. >> >> Any help would be appreciated greatly and thanks in advance. >> >> Tanya Squires >> >

Att; Tanya Squires. I have delayed replying to your message hoping someone with more information would assist you. I knew the Griffin family in Wilmar in the 1938 to 1942 time frame and my memories have dimmed with time. I knew Pearl (as she was called and two of her sons. Willie and J C. Willie died in fire at his home. He is buried at the Wilmar Cemetery as William Earl Griffin b.Aug. 25,1913 d.Sept. 13, 1991. J C if he ever had any name other than this I never heard it called. J C as I remember him would have been born around the 1920 time frame. J C I believe served in the military during World War II. I have heard that J C married Janet Clark when they would have been middle age or beyond. If Willie ever married he did not have wife when I knew him. If either of these ever had any children I have never heard of them. Sorry I could not be more helpful. Robert ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, January 01, 2001 9:23 PM Subject: [ARDREW] GRIFFIN > Hi, > Looking for GRIFFIN, NATHAN FRANKLIN > married HONEY, MARTHA FRANCIS > Looking for his date of birth, date of death, and where buried, and when > they got married. I know he was born in Iuka, Mississippi. Martha > Francis HONEY was also born in Iuka, Mississippi. I am looking for the > same information on her also. > > Also looking for any children that may have had. I know he had a son > Griffen, Jesse Cleveland, born 20 Sept 1887 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. > He married Burkart, Annie Pearl. > > I have the names of Jesse and Annie Giffen's children, but I don't have > the dates of birth or death on them. I have the names of who they > married. > > I know they lived in Wilmar, Drew County, Arkansas. > > I have gotten this information from the book Old Times Not Forgotten A > History of Drew County. > > Any help would be appreciated greatly and thanks in advance. > > Tanya Squires >