My ex husband's aunt was Eva Sorrels Pittman. Someone in the family has a family history book she compiled. She was a school teacher and principal of a school in Hot Springs and went on to a position with the Arkansas state board of education. I am not sure of the title. She was married to Samuel Louis Pittman and had no children. Her cousin married a Campbell and was Glen Campbell's mother. _______________________________________________________ Send a cool gift with your E-Card http://www.bluemountain.com/giftcenter/

There was a Judge Sorrels in Star City at one time (maybe the one from Warren) Also there was a Sorrels Ferry Road From Star City to Bayou Bartholomew. ( This is now the HWY to Cane Creek Lake and park) Was a ferry just up the bayou from Person's Bridge before the bridge was built. I have heard my Parents speak of this Ferry and Road. This may give you a clue!! Hettie Nell [email protected] hom: Stephens-Avery Family <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Date: Tuesday, January 09, 2001 11:03 PM Subject: [ARDREW] Sorrels? >Does anyone on the list research the Judge Sorrels who is referenced in the >Advance - Monticellonian (Part 2) that Jann posted? > >My Gr-gr-grandmother was Nancy Sorrels was out of NC but settled in >southwest MO, just over the line from Benton Co., AR. > >Jo-Ann Stephens >[email protected] >

No, but I'd wager a guess, it is the same group of Sorrels for which Sorrels Hall at the college is named. At 12:00 AM 1/10/01 -0600, you wrote: >Does anyone on the list research the Judge Sorrels who is referenced in the

Does anyone on the list research the Judge Sorrels who is referenced in the Advance - Monticellonian (Part 2) that Jann posted? My Gr-gr-grandmother was Nancy Sorrels was out of NC but settled in southwest MO, just over the line from Benton Co., AR. Jo-Ann Stephens [email protected]

Like all boys of my day, I looked upon men and women above 20 or 30 as old. They were old only in the sense that they had grown out of their youthful ways. Mothers of 20 or 30 years "dressed old" - forsook the charming costumes of younger and unmarried women and dressed in "older" style. The men of 21 and beyond wore either mustaches or beards, or both, and we thought them old. This was not the case, of course, but hairy faces and "oldish" raiment were responsible. There were only two in Monticello at that time who habitually shaved their faces clean. These were the McCain brothers, William S. and Charles L. So it was the facial adornments of the period that prevented boys from becoming more closely acquainted with Col. Whittington, Col. Barrow, Judge Sorrells, (of Warren) Capt. Jackson, Judge Billy Wells, Col. Brooks, Dr. Cole, Col. Belser, John Hussey, (sic) Col. Slemmons, Major Anderson and others of the more prominent grown-ups. The older women, too, "dressed the part" - wore their hair in a way that made them look older than they actually were. Pantalettes had not gone completely out of fashion, and I remember three ladies who wore hoop skirts on "full-dress occasions." These were Mrs. Marie Mengershausen, Mrs. Fisher, who married Patricia (Pat) Raymond, mother of Tom and Mrs. Smith, who lived two or three doors north of the Howell (afterwards the John McCloy) home on North Main street. This (the Smith) home, I believe, was later purchased by Sam McCloy. Like many other boys, I looked upon Col. Whittington and the fellow beard and moustache-wearers as people of a different sphere from our own, and never dreamed that one day I might be accepted or at least tolerated by these older citizens, although far younger in years and lacking in knowledge of things that were of interest to them. They had all been through the Civil War, a few had fought the Mexicans, and at least one (Joseph Johns) had helped to quell the Florida Seminoles. Mr. Johns was lame, and I always understood that he was one of three American soldiers who captured the Seminole chief Osceola (Billy Bowlegs). But the time came when I enjoyed the high privilege of "listening in" while these older citizens were conversing with each other, and some times I was permitted to ask questions. They were characteristically reticent concerning their own part in the wars in which they fought, but occasionally a bit of information would be let drop to register instantly in my memory. These men occasionally talked about the war deed of some one else but I never heard one of speak of his own soldierly performances. Colonel Whittington was not only a very fountain of information about many things, but he had the rare gift of putting his thoughts into beautiful English. His conversation was delightful, and his statements were alive with action. For this reason, and because of his unquestioned learning, those who listened to him were never lacking in attention. He was a most interesting raconteur, and I shall never forget his account of a journey he once made to Napoleon, long since destroyed by Mississippi and Arkansas river inroads upon the ground on which it stood, but then not only the largest city in Arkansas but also one of the wickedest in the Valley. It was the American Port Said. Charley Harding, once a familiar practitioner before the Drew county circuit and chancery courts, was born at Napoleon, and has told of its gradual destruction, but from Col. Whittington I heard first of its bloody history, which seemed to be in keeping with that of the whole swamp country of that day. It was the Colonel who planted barren mulberry trees on the south side of Court Square before the boys of my day were born, and these trees furnished ample shade when clothed with summer foliage. They grew at the edge of the sidewalk, which was made of oaken planks two inches thick, and in the hot months there were always cane or stool-bottomed chairs to attract occupants. These trees long ago perished under the weight of years, but when I was a boy they were in their prime and on almost any fine day in summer Col. Whittington could be found sitting under one of them looking coll and comfortable. He wore a wide-brimmed straw hat of a weave that I have forgotten, unbleached linen trousers, soft white shirt, and loose fitting black alpaca coat. He sat straight in his chair with his slippered feet in front of him, and his cane resting between his knees. The costume, barring the loose carpet slippers (a concession to his rheumatism), was not unique. Many of the elderly men of Monticello wer similarly garbed in in those days because they believed in coolness and comfort. Seersucker mohair, and Palm Beach clothing had not come into being, but unbleached linen (mostly made into shirts and suits at home and alpaca were common enough among the men), while the ladies wore calico about their homes and black silk when up town, at church, or attending social functions. They also wore black silk slippers and shoes, the latter being often tied on the inside. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/

The museum will have these old Journals on sale for $5.00. Anyone interested in purchasing one could go by the museum on Friday from 1-5 or Saturday and Sunday from 2-5. Or they can send a check for $6.00 to the Drew County Historical Society at 404 South Main St.; Monticello, AR 71655 and tell them which year Journal you want. Mary -------------- Subject: Re: [ARDREW] 1939 Tornado There is an article in the year before last Journal at the Museum about the Center Point tornado. Irene Philips Wolfe was the person who was interviewed. At 12:52 PM 1/8/01 -0600, you wrote: >Tornado

There is an article in the year before last Journal at the Museum about the Center Point tornado. Irene Philips Wolfe was the person who was interviewed. At 12:52 PM 1/8/01 -0600, you wrote: >Tornado

Karen and Bryan, you might want to upload these articles to the Drew webpages. I have about 15 and will "slowly" send in sections. This particular one will be sent in part. Jann RANDOM RECOLLECTIONS by: Lance Hemingway (published in the Advance-Monticellonian April 11th and 18th, 1935) One often receives from an old citizen much interesting information about an older citizen. In the days before the written word and perhaps far into the years following perfection of the alphabet by Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented letters, incidents and legends of the previous generations were communicated by word of mouth to current and subsequent generations; and to this good hour we pass along verbal information from one to another. One balmy evening I was talking with Ashley M. Bell of the days when he first went to Monticello from Ashley county. We were both in a reminiscent mood, and talked far into the night. There were some disagreements, of course, but in the main we recalled the same people and the same events. The stock question was "Do you remember?" and usually both of us did. "When I moved from Hamburg to Monticello," said Mr. Bell, "Mrs. Bell and I drove through the country in a buggy. Somewhere on the road after we left Lacey we observed a man on a horse coming toward us from the opposite direction. I do not remember what sort of horse it was, but I do remember the man. He sat erect in his saddle with head up and eyes to the front. He had rather long black hair and an ample black beard, and he held the bridle reins in his right hand above the saddle horn. As we passed him on the road he changed the reins to his left hand, reached for his hat with his right, and made a courtly bow as he rode on toward Lacey. Mrs. Bell said to me as we drove on, 'I believe that is the politest (sic) man I ever saw. Later we both met him and respected him highly. He was Colonel Thomas M. Whittington. Without the least desire to delve into the ages of either Mr. or Mrs. Bell, I place the time at about 1876 or a little later, for I knew both the Bells and Colonel Whittington in the early eighties, and the Colonel was then suffering from rheumatism - as constantly, in fact, that he wore carpet slippers even when down town, and he also carried a cane. I judge from these facts that he was no longer able to sit a horse with his former grace, or to take such long horse-back journeys as that on which he passed Mr. and Mrs. Bell. Nevertheless he was the same courtly gentleman, and remained so until the summer day on which he died. I knew Colonel Whittington well, and liked nothing better than the privilege of listening on those rare occasions when he talked of himself and his young manhood. His command of words was remarkable, his diction as pure as Addison's and his rhetoric flawless. Unfortunately I never heard him make a speech although he was a lawyer - graduate of an eastern university (I think he was a Virginian) - and must have been a veritable tower of strength before a jury. In ordinary conversation he was always the cultured gentleman, but if the occasion required he could use a bit of highly ornamental profanity that was also convincing. It had no crudities; no rough edges; no vulgarity. He swore "By the living God" and "By the remotest fires of hell," and he would say "Damnation, sir," with such fire and verve that it sounded like the end of the argument. In all the years or so in which I knew Colonel Whittington he lived in the little cottage in the rear of the grove of magnificent oaks that bore his name. It was located on South Main Street, and the grove was utilized for the annual May dinners and other gatherings too large for accommodation in the court house or one of the four churches. Here the people for miles around gathered on the first day of May and partook of a tempting basket dinner, watched the Maypole dance, listened to an address by some rising young Monticellonian (Billy Hyatt was the last one I remember hearing), and had a general good time with their friends and neighbors. I wonder if the old custom is still kept alive. What a pity if it isn't! It was at one of these May dinners that I first met Louie Belser and Zach Hyatt. The three of us - all about the same age (thirteen or fourteen) - arrived at the Whittington well at the same time, each in quest of a drink of water. Colonel Whittington was sitting in the shade of his back porch, and we spoke to him, as boys were taught to do in those days. He said, "Good evening, young gentlemen, I hope you are having a pleasant time." One of them drew a bucket of water, and Louie, dipper in hand, said, "Will you have a drink, brother Tom." The offer was courteously declined; so we three drank our fill, got acquainted, and went back to the scene of merriment fast friends. We remained so until death claimed Zach in the first decade of the present century and Louie only a few years ago. I am the lone survivor of that trio of boys that met at the Whittington well in May, 1883-84. I learned later that Colonel Whittington, then a widower and living alone, was Louie's brother-in-law. He later married Miss Jennie Cordell, who became the mother of his children. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/

Tornado at Tillar Jann, This was the same tornado that went through Centerpoint and killed a lot of people. My mother related many stories of the tornado as we were living in Tillar at the time. Many of the Phillips family around Centerpoint were killed in this tornado. I have an article about the Centerpoint area and an account in Tom Helfin's book. Carolyn ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Jann Woodard" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Monday, January 08, 2001 12:15 PM > Subject: [ARDREW] 1939 Tornado > > > Is there an account of this tornado in the archives at Monticello? If > not, I will try and find information about it. > Jann

Is there an account of this tornado in the archives at Monticello? If not, I will try and find information about it. Jann Join 18 million Eudora users by signing up for a free Eudora Web-Mail account at http://www.eudoramail.com

The first wife of Charles A. Gabbie was named Ethel. They lived in Dumas. Athalie Carson was the second wife. C. L., Carrie A. Nation dressed in black and wore a black bonnet. She went around the nation with a hatchet......chopping up saloons and speaking against alcohol. Carolyn

Rebecca, Yes she was the "hatchet woman" and lived in Eureka Springs at one time. There is a museum there. Her name was Carrie A. Nation.....she felt that she should "carry a nation" in her work against alcohol. I visited the museum in 1956 when Dr. Bonnie Lela Crump, who had taught at Arkansas A & M along with her husband before moving to Eureka Springs, was docent. Dr. Crump had been a friend of my mother. Carolyn

I believe the Mrs .Gabbie who was killed in the tornado April 1939 was Nannie Fay Green Gabbie b.Nov 13, 1883 , d.Apr. 16, 1939. She had 1 son Charles A. Gabbie. Charles A. married Athalie Carson , Monticello. Hettie Nell Horn -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Date: Monday, January 08, 2001 10:22 AM Subject: Re: [ARDREW] H. G. Gabbie & Miss Annie Barnett >I am curious, is this the Gabbie's that lived on the >Hughes Place at Tillar. Mrs. Gabbie was killed in >a tornado that devastated the area. Back in the 30s >or 40s as well as I remember. The Hughes place >was the Cheairs homestead. > >Harold Sanders >

No, That was James A. (Jim) Gabbie....a brother of Grady. Mrs. Jim Gabbie was Nanie Faye Green. She was killed in a tornado on April 16, 1939. Jim Gabbie had one son named Charles A. Gabbie. The story of the tragedy in the tornado was one that I heard many times over the years. The house was blown away quite a distance with Mrs. Jim Gabbie inside. She was dead when found. Charles A. Gabbie was a dear friend of my parents. ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, January 08, 2001 10:21 AM Subject: Re: [ARDREW] H. G. Gabbie & Miss Annie Barnett > I am curious, is this the Gabbie's that lived on the > Hughes Place at Tillar. Mrs. Gabbie was killed in > a tornado that devastated the area. Back in the 30s > or 40s as well as I remember. The Hughes place > was the Cheairs homestead. > > Harold Sanders > >

No, it was down that gravel road that takes off at an angle from the Baptist Church. Moody Baker's place; he was the postmaster. Rebecca >Was it between Prairie Chapel and the Valley.....sort of like where the >Bend is? BETH > >At 11:13 AM 1/7/01 -0600, you wrote: >> >> >>>Married - Charles Lawson and Miss Effie Cruce at >>>Moody, recently. >> For those of you who do not know, >>Moody as in the Possum Valley area. >>Rebecca >> > >

-----Original Message----- From: jann woodard <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Date: Sunday, January 07, 2001 12:48 PM Subject: [ARDREW] News Briefs >Monticello, March 21 - Mrs. Carrie Nation (wasn't she known as the >"hatchet" lady?) yep. >Marriages - Herman Cooper and Miss Dell Thomasson, at >Wilmar, January 24; H. G. Gabbie and Miss Annie >Barnett, at Luella, recently. Luella/Louella was @ Old Piney/Sixteenth Section

Carolyn, Do you know if this Gabbie is connected to my grandmother? Marilyn ----- Original Message ----- From: John and Carolyn Haisty <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, January 07, 2001 9:09 PM Subject: [ARDREW] H. G. Gabbie & Miss Annie Barnett > Marilyn, This is Henry Grady Gabbie and his wife Annie Mae whom I may have > mentioned to you before.....she had a brooch that I greatly admired when > sitting on her lap as a child. They lived at Tillar and were family friends. > > Carolyn >

Why was Carrie Nation known as the hatchet lady? Just curious. C.L. Jones I believe that she went around chopping up barrels of whisky in saloons. She was against alcohol. Harry

Mrs. Gabbie was a friend of my grandmother, Mrs. Ida Pipkin, and my mother, Margaret Pipkin Sanders, but although I remember the Gabbies names, I can't say that I met them. However I was rather young at the time and my time in Tillar was as a youngster visiting my grandmother. I was the age of Wink Kimbro and his wife and the Landfair boys. This was in the era of Mr. Ward being the station master and before the Burns were the postmasters. Mr. Watsons drugstore was the afternoon gathering spot while waiting for the train to throw off the mail and it being sorted and put up. Of course you could always go by and visit Mr. Jim Ballard or Mr. Cooper at their stores to while away the time. It was a Norman Rockwell type of town to grow up in. But I do ramble don't I? Harold Sanders [email protected] [email protected]

Why was Carrie Nation known as the hatchet lady? Just curious. C.L. Jones