April 12, 1951
This Article
Appeared In The Times
But Was Not
Actually In Cal’s Column
Transcribed by Janette West Grimes
Texas Letter
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Commerce, Texas
March 30, 1951
Dear Editor:
"Cal's Column" is
yielding some rich and interesting materials. Keep a few of those Civil War
veterans coming. Perhaps thirty at one time [early nineties] got their
quarterly checks at Eason, on White Oak, where my father was postmaster and
storekeeper and D. H. Knight was blacksmith. Among such old pensioners whom I
heard tell of Stone River, and other battles, were such as Jake B. Bertram and
Asa Blankenship, about whom you ask information.
I am saddened to think that
fifty years have left Macon Countians oblivious of such wonderful characters.
Jake Bertram lived on Akersville road about seven miles north of Lafayette,
just below Underwood church where the road enters from White Oak by where Jess
Knight now lives. Uncle Jake and Uncle Ace, as we pronounced it, were two of
father's best customers. Asa Blankenship first lived above Underwood on the
ridge. He had two daughters, Etta and Martha. One married Washy Hale and the
other Ed Bray, a distant relative of mine [son of Harmon Bray, whose place on
White Oak the father purchased---the Booker Freeman store site]. Uncle Asa
Blankenship was "the laughingest man in Macon County" but the glumest
if, as seldom happened, the joke pointed at him. He never missed "first
Monday" or the county fair. His horse was fat and sleek, showing the pride
felt by the owner and the good care and feed provided. Uncle Asa was a man of
large frame, big face, ruddy complexion, large features, long hair, and usually
wore a hat like Dick Bray's--showing wear by holes in the crown, grease on the
sides and brim, and turned up edged; but they had better ones in service.
A story Uncle Asa delighted
to relate was about how he once had all the scrambled eggs he wanted on
Christmas morning. " The girls had been saving eggs for weeks to get the
highest price from the peddler. They had close to two cases they kept in front
of the fireplace during cold weather. On Christmas eve they were uneasy about
the very cold weather and told me to be sure to leave enough wood on the fire
to keep the room warm. Well, when they went off to bed, I just set a half case
out on the porch, and next morning set them back in a bit farther from the fire
then the rest. When I got the fire started, I called the girls. You better get
up and look after these here eggs. It was awfully cold last night, and I am
afraid some of them froze. The girls got up and while I was getting the fire
going in the cook stove, they looked at the eggs. Sure enough, several dozen of
them had froze [n], and I had all the eggs I could eat for breakfast! Ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hahh." But one cannot realize that this laugh could be
heard a quarter mile from the little store at Eason and that he had smacked his
legs like mad all the time. His laughing continued a good minute, as a rule,
and as he got a kick out of the joke all others laughed, until they stopped to
realize Uncle Asa was laughing at them as well as at the joke. There are old
men and women living in Macon today who appreciate just what I am trying to
tell.
When Uncle Asa moved down a
mile below Eason at the Booker Freeman place, his girls were soon married. One
day, so I was told, he met Ed Bray, one of his two sons-in-law, alone as on Old
Daisy he went to Adam's overshot mill near Underwood in a deep hollow neat
Puncheon Creek. Ed tried to treat him nicely and simply said, "Hi, Uncle
Ace." But the old soldier just looked the other way and when he heard Ed's
salutation, he rolled off his nag and started throwing rocks. Ed just rolled
off his bag of meal in the other side of his mule and tossed a few back at him.
This battle of "Stone Ridge," we may call it, soon saw Ole Daisy
taking off toward the mill down the hill and to safer atmosphere.
Jess Knight married a
daughter of Washy Hale, the other son-in-law. I see Uncle Asa's great-grandson,
Webb Freeman Knight, recently enlisted for military service, and I know the old
gentleman would be mighty proud of him and others like him. So would his
great-grandfather Knight, for Uncle Jesse Knight was a veteran of the Mexican
War in the 1840's in Texas and lived at Eason.
More echoes of Eason at later
date.
W. W. Freeman