Firecrackers and a Flashlight


Firecrackers and a Flashlight
by Joe Stout

 
It wasn’t the fourth of July but it was a hot summer night.  A bunch of the guys were riding around in Dizzy Jones dad’s 1937 Chevrolet.  For some reason I was driving the car.  There was me, Dizzy, Bernie Smith, Moose Collins, Travis Usery, and Joe Foust. We were driving over to Sharon and I turned right off hiway 45, in front of the Presbyterian Church.  Someone in the back seat had a pack of firecrackers and they started lighting them and tossing them out the window.  As I circled around we ended up driving down the main street and as we passed the bank someone threw out another firecracker.
 
No one saw the Sharon night  policeman standing there.  The firecracker landed within three feet of him when it went off.  We continued driving around and then headed north on Hiway 45 and I looked in the rear view mirror and saw an A Model Ford with no headlights behind us.  The driver had a flashlight stuck out the window.  Someone said let’s stop and see what he wants.
 
It turned out to be the Sharon night policeman and as he approached us he drew his gun and stuck it in my face ordering us out of the car.  His hand was shaking so hard that I became afraid he might shoot me accidently.  Seeing that we were just teenagers he began to calm down and took all of our names and told us to report to city court the next day and then let us go.
 
The next day we got out of school (which saddened us deeply) and drove to Sharon for our court date.  Since we all thought that no one had any money we decided that we would inform the judge of this fact and we would get out of paying a fine.  The mayor was the judge and he told  we would all have to pay a fine of $6.00.  He told us if we did not pay the fine that they would take us to jail.  I asked how long we would have to stay thinking that might be a new experience for us.  He informed us that we would get $1.00 credit for each day in jail but that the cost of transporting us would be added.  I told him we could probably get over to Dresden on our own.
 
About this time Joe Foust got up and went up and paid the $6.00.  We all looked at each other knowing the jig was up but no one else had any money.
 
Dale Wright operated a cafe in the lower part of the old opera building on Soup Street.  All the kids hung out at Dale’s cafe and he was a buddy to all.  We decided that we would call him and see if he would come and loan us the money for our fine as we didn’t want our parents to know.  Dale came and paid our fine and we were able to return to school.
 
I still don’t like to shoot firecrackers on New Years and the Fourth of July.

Dr. Nitro


Dr. Nitro
by Joe Stout


When I was about 12 I got a chemistry set for Christmas. This was a wonder to me and I delved into trying all the experiments that the book had instructed, As time went on and there was nothing more to experiment with my curiosity began to cause me to want to find more to experiment with, Mr, Gent and Mr. Bert at the Brasfield Drug Store was aware of my interest in chemistry’ and sold me various ingredients .In those days drugstores mixed up many of ‘their own prescriptions from various ingredients in the big glass bottles.

I soon began to look up various ways that things were made in the encyclopedia. My attention soon turned to the fascinating subject of gunpowder. Lo and behold I found that gunpowder was easy to make. It consisted of sodium nitrate (saltpeter) sulfur and charcoal. I learned that sodium nitrate was fertilizer and easily obtained as well as charcoal  I was able to get sulfur from Mr. Gent and Mr. Bert. I began to make my own gunpowder and use it in toy cannons made from galvanized pipe and had my wars with toy soldiers.

By experimenting I also learned that by using gunpowder to ignite it that a mixture or sulfur and sodium nitrate would then burn a hole in a steel plate. I got collodion and made safety glass by spreading it between two pieces of glass. Or. Cutler down at the Greenfield Drug Store also knew of my interest in experimenting and he also sold me ingredients for me to use. Of course 1 would tell them of non dangerous uses that I would want my various chemicals for.

As I got a little older and was just starting my freshman year in high school I decided that since I had been so successful with my gunpowder that I would try something more powerful. Back again 1 went to the encyclopedia and looked up nitroglycerine. Much to my surprise I found that it only took three ingredients also to make. These were nitric acid, sulphuric acid and glycerin. I got the glycerine from Mr. Gent and later when he was not there I obtained the nitric acid from Mr. Bert and then went down the street and got the sulphuric acid from Dr. Cutler

My laboratory was in the loft of the barn in back of our house on Broad St. Naturally! wanted someone to witness how smart 1 was with my experiments. Jimmy Grooms happened to be around when I decided to make my nitro. 1 did not know the amount of each ingredient to use and was trying by trial and error. I would mix a small batch and put in small bottles we would find in the garbage ditches and then throw them in the pasture hoping they would go off.

After several tailed attempts Jimmy began to say it’ll never work. I then said 1 would try one more time and made one more attempt. As I was climbing down out of the barn loft Jimmy said, .“pitch it down to me.” I told him no that it was much too dangerous. As I reached the ground in the barn hall I looked at the bottle and it was boiling and as I drew back my arm to throw it went off knocking Jimmy up against the wall of the barn. My hand was and face was a bloody mess from cuts of the shattered bottle. We ran up the street to John Ben’s house and he doctored me up with Mercurochrome and bandages.

Jack Gill was an artist and wrote for the school paper a lot.  Jack was also good at giving out nicknames to people.  For quite sometime after that I was known as Dr. Nitro.

To this day I have scars on my hand and one on my neck that the shattered glass caused.  Of course this was not pure nitroglycerine or I would not be here writing this but it was an experience I will never forget.
Joe Stout

Dead Stick Landing


Dead Stick Landing
by Joe Stout


Not too long after my solo flight my buddy Bobby Mitchell and I bought a 1946 Aeronca Champion. This was similar to the Piper Cub but a little more powerful. We paid $500.00 for it but that was quite a bit in the 1950’s. When Bobby went away to school I bought his half interest.
 
For a few years it was common for me to give acquaintances their first ride in an airplane. One day Bobby Yeargin came by and wanted to go up. We took off and I decided to circle Union City to show him what it was like. We were at about 1500 ft. when the engine begin to sputter and lose power finally going completely dead. Once again I was faced with a “Dead Stick Landing.” This time without the benefit of the airport.
 
I began to look for a place to set down and spotted a cow pasture at the northeast part of Union City. This cow pasture is where the E. W. James Supermarket is now located.
 
The wind was out of the north so it’s always best to land heading into the wind. The only problem was the highway with power lines and houses were located at the south end of this cow pasture. I decided to be sure and approach high enough to be sure I could clear these power lines. Those planes of that day did not have any flaps that could slow you down and allow you to lose altitude without picking up too much speed.
 
After being sure I had cleared the power lines there is a procedure that I had to use called slipping. This procedure calls for putting the aircraft in a sideways attitude with the wing tilted down using the fuselage as a brake to slow down and lose altitude fast without gaining too much airspeed for landing. At about 10 ft. off the ground I then straightened up pulling back for a landing stopping about 15 ft. from the fence at the north end of the cow pasture. After getting out I looked in the back seat I saw that my friend Bobby was still sitting there holding the bracing along the side windows with his eyes still closed.
 
Now I had another problem. Cows have been known to eat the fabric on those type of planes. I called the airport and Chester Reid and a few more came out. Chester decided to see if it would crank and it did. He then asked if I wanted him to fly it out. I agreed and he took off getting about 10 ft. off the ground and it conked out on him and he had to set back down.
 
This was a Sunday and I had to leave it there and the next day had Del the mechanic check it out. It turned out a spark plug had completely come out causing the loss of power and compression. Chester did fly it out for me.
 
I try to avoid shopping for groceries at the Union City E. W. James Supermarket.

D. Aaron


D. Aaron
by Joe Stout

Mr. Aaron taught only one year and Greenfield High School.  This was during my freshman year in 1944 and 45.  He taught the science subject’s, general science, biology, chemistry.  During this year I was taking general science under him.  Mr. Aaron was one of those teachers that you wonder how he was ever hired.  His IQ did not go to the top of the elevator or anywhere near it.
 
The desks in the science room were those types that were built in a row similar to theater seats but had the writing top to the right side where your arm rested on it and the writing table curved out in front of you.
 
One day while instructing and reading from the science book John Ben was sitting to my right and Perry Brock was sitting in the row directly behind us.  Perry was leaning forward and we were talking during his instruction.  He had already called us down for talking about two times.
While we thought he was looking down we began talking again.  Suddenly John Ben started kicking my leg and the next thing I knew a book came flying through the air and hit the back of the seats falling onto my lap.  Had it been three inches higher it would have hit Perry in the nose. Perry had already had his nose broken once or twice before.  One time from my fist.
 
Mr. Aaron calmly walked over to us and I was half way expecting him to hit me.  He picked up the book and returned to his desk and continued reading without a word.  We quit talking for that day.
 
Another day several months after my experiment in the barn with nitroglycerine we were at the lab and were making hydrogen gas in a tall glass beaker with a top.  We had used a zinc canning top with sulphuric acid to produce the hydrogen and I suggested to Mr. Aaron that we make a torch out of the gas by using a glass tube, bent at a right angle, that had been heated with a Bunsen burner and pulled apart to leave a small hole for the gas to escape.  After preparing this we took a trusty zippo lighter and lit the gas coming out of the tube.  After the explosion and disrupting all the other classes at school the real truth was kept quiet by Mr. Aaron and the rest of the class.  Years later there was glass particles in the celotex ceiling in that classroom.
 
I decided to give up chemistry!

Characters of Greenfield


Characters of Greenfield
by Joe Stout

 
MR. CLAUDE

Mr. Claude Moseley was another of those beloved “characters” of Greenfield.  He was the owner of E.N.J. Brock Co., a hardware, appliance, and general merchandise store on the corner of Broad and N. Second St.   Mr. Claude was one of those people that could make a point with a short dry humor statement.

In times past, for many years, most of the businessmen of Greenfield extended credit.  There were many grocery stores and most of them did extend credit.  There were a few stores that were what we termed “Cash and Carry.”  Those stores were able to sell for a little less because there was a certain amount of loss by those extending credit, plus having your capital tied up.

The following incidents have been told over the years relating to Mr. Claude.:

A customer was buying toilet paper one time and made the remark that the paper felt a little thin to her.  Mr. Claude replied, “You can double it.”

Another customer, that had evidently been a little slow in paying his bill, came in to buy a can of paint.  He asked Mr. Claude how much it was if he paid cash.  Mr. Claude answered, “One dollar and ninety-five cents.”  He then asked Mr. Claude how much it would be on credit.  Mr. Claude answered, “One dollar and seventy-five cents.”  The customer then wanted to know why it was cheaper if he bought it on credit.  Mr. Claude said, “I don’t want your bill to be any larger than necessary.”  

Constables are an elected office in Weakley County from each District.   Constables are not paid any salary but are paid fees for serving warrants etc.  It was also a practice in years gone by for constables to try to collect debts to businesses for a fee.  One year a newly elected constable went to Mr. Claude and offered to take his old past due accounts and try to collect them.  Mr. Claude went to his account book and flipped to the constables name and said “You can start with this one.”  

Mr. Claude did not get in any hurry on anything, even his speech.  One day a customer asked the price of an article.  He replied, “One dollar” —- The man said “I’ll take it” —- Mr. Claud,”And  twenty-five cents.”

He was also part owner of M&B Motor Co., the Ford dealer in Greenfield.  He took a car from the lot to make a trip to Dresden and parked on the court square.  After his business at the courthouse was finished he got in a car and the key would not work.  He then had a mechanic install a new ignition lock and drove back to Greenfield.  Upon arriving at the Ford dealership, Lloyd Stout, who worked there as a mechanic asked him if he had traded cars.  It seems that Mr. Claude had entered the wrong car upon leaving the courthouse.  It had also been reported stolen by the owner.


OLD LIZ AND PEWTER

 Peter B. Mosley was one of the earliest settlers of the Meridian, Jonesboro area and a large landowner.  There is an old Mosley graveyard about a mile and a half west of Meridian Church.

One of his descendants and namesake, Peter (Pete)B. Mosley was the Greenfield  Night Marshall in the 1930’s and 1940’s.  It was his job to patrol the business district after all of them had closed up for the night and also to assist the Town Marshall, John Holder, during the day if he needed any help.

The County Jail was in Dresden but Greenfield had a “Calaboose” which was located on South Second Street just around the corner of “Soup Street.” One of the sayings of Marshall Holder was, “I’ll put you in thar”, meaning you would be locked up in the “Calaboose.”

Most of the duties of the Town Marshall’s in those days was to handle altercations between people and to lock up those that had tipped the bottle a little too much.  Occasional break?ins happened in the business district but burglary of homes was almost unheard of.  It was 1960 before I knew what a locked door was.

One Saturday “Pete” was attempting to lock up Cecil White and it became a physical “wrestling match.”  As he was wrestling him to the ground Cecil started biting on Pete’s ear and almost chewed it off.  Pete carried a badly mangled ear to his grave.
   
In the late 30’s or early 40’s Pete had a 1932 Chevrolet.  This was a big old box type car.  Pete called his car “Old Liz.”  Don Grooms and some other kids decided to play a prank on Pete and they took some fresh “cow manure” and put in the drivers seat.  Not realizing it was there Pete sat down in it and when he realized what had happened he remarked, “somebody put “cow MANURE” in Old Liz or the “REAR END” on that cow must have been pretty high.”(These are not the actual words he used but you can use your imagination.)

There was also a colorful African American man around Greenfield in those days known as Pewter.  His real name was Newman Viney (Viny, Vinny, Vinney).  There was probably not 10 people that ever knew his real name.  Pewter was also probably part Indian.  He was a small man and always wore a red bandana around his neck held together with a small cow-horn tip.  He also most always wore cowboy boots.  Pewter’s common usage of speech was always prefaced with “yes sir Mr.”, or “no sir Mr.”

There are four crossings of the railroad in Greenfield.  One of the most used crossings is the one that was just north of the old depot which is the highway coming in from Dresden.

One day Pete was making this crossing and Pewter was riding on the running board of Pete’s car, OLD LIZ.  As they approached the rail road tracks Pete asked “is there anything coming Pewter?”  Pewter replied “no sir, ain’t nothing comin but a freight train, Mr. Moseley.”  Well, Pete proceeded on across the tracks and the freight train caught the rear end of “Old Liz” and spun them around.   Neither Pete nor Pewter were hurt but they sure were shook up.

Even to this day if you are riding in a car crossing the railroad tracks in Greenfield and the driver asks  “is anything coming”, you may get the reply, “ nothing but a freight train Mr. Moseley.”

Just a little more of the way it used to be in Greenfield……Joe Stout

 

Blondie


Blondie
by Joe Stout


Times are a’changin here in Greenfield.

Fred’s Xpress Pharmacy has opened in a new building on the new 4 lane highway  just south in Greenfield.  In 1998 Fred’s bought out Belew Drugs, Greenfield Drugs, and Bradford Drugs in the neighboring town of Bradford and combined them into one pharmacy.  They located in the Belew Drug building just south of the old Church of Christ building on Front St. in Greenfield for a period of time before this new building was completed.

In days gone by Belew Drugs was located on North Front where the new Community Bank of Greenfield is now located.  Prior to that Belew Drugs was on the corner of Front and Broad St. just across from the Greenfield Banking Co.

Greenfield Drugs has had the same name as long as I can remember.  Its last location before being bought out by Fred’s was on Broad St. just behind the Greenfield Bank.  In days gone by it was located down on the other corner of Front and “Soup” Streets.

When I was a child and a teenager Belew Drugs was known as Brasfield Drug Co and Gent Belew and Bert Adcock were the owner/operators.   Mr. Gent was also the distributor for the “Memphis Commercial Appeal.”  Mr. Gent gave me my first job delivering those papers, when I got my first bicycle, at about 9 or 10 years old.  It’s hard now to imagine, in today’s inflated economy, that for my first job I received less than a dollar a week.

In those days both drug stores had a “soda fountain.”  When I was a little older, at about 13 or 14  years old, Mr. Bert and Gent gave me a job as “soda jerk.”  Until you’ve worked as a “soda jerk” all day Saturday until closing about 11 p.m. you don’t know what ‘tired’ is.

We had 2 sinks to wash glasses and bowls in.  One to wash with soap and the other to rinse.  Of course the wash water would get dirty pretty fast.  The rinse water would have to be changed many times during the day.  Mr. Bert had a habit of making himself about a fourth glass of fountain coke several times a day.  He would take one or two swallows and always pour the remainder in the sink.  As soon as I had just prepared the rinse sink with fresh water  I could always look forward to Mr. Bert dumping his coke in my fresh water.

Until I was about 25 years old my hair was so red it would put a fire engine to shame.  Mr. Gent therefore nicknamed me “Blondie”.  Don’t ask me why.

They kept the ice cream frozen so hard it was very difficult to dip ice cream easily.  I always thought Mr. Gent had eyes in the back of his head.  He was usually behind the prescription counter in the back somewhat hidden from view.  One day my best friend, John Ben (Benny) Nelson came in for an ice cream cone.  One dip cones were a nickel in those days.  Of course I was gonna give Benny a heaping dip.  As I was working hard to fill the dipper with a big full dipper I heard Mr. Gent holler from behind the prescription counter, “Don’t break your arm Blondie” ……………. I knew what he meant.  Joe Stout.

The photo below is the Brasfield Drug Store some 25 years before I worked there.  Mr. Gent is the 3rd from the left.  Looks like he had hair then.  The soda fountain is in the lower left corner.
 

 

Reelfoot Lake Poem


Reelfoot Lake Poem
by
Mary Bursell Maupin

Misty Shadows on the Lake    

It’s valley, like shadows, is low, long and wide,
Surrounded with trees, lush and green.
An azure sky reflects in the waters of the lake,
Enhancing it’s own brilliance and splendor.

A lone eagle searches the trees for a haven among the cypress.
Lusterless logs of turtles still bathe in the dying rays of the sun.
A squadron of geese, in a giant chevron, prepare the end of day’s flight.

Now comes the dawn and the mist begins to swell.
Encompassing all the land’s inhabitants.
Not a sound… Not a leaf fluttering … Every thing is still.

The mist begins to rise, slowly at first.
Then the trees begin a tremor and reverberate
Into a resonance of unmeasured depth.

As the mist begins to slip away,
So does the lone figure who reels across the waters,
Melds into the woods on the far side of the lake,
And evaporates with the mist.

pj Gets Fed

MISS JENNIE AND MISS ALLIE FEED PJ
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Miss Jennie Colley & Mr. Jesse Johns on Wedding Day
August 18, 1911
I have talked about Miss Jennie and Miss Allie in the recipes so to keep you from wondering about these two fine ladies are I am going to tell you just what they meant to me as a child. Now Miss Jennie and Miss Allie was sisters-in-law. Miss Allie was a sister to Miss Jennie’s husband. Of course 
you know we lived in the country on a dirt, then gravel road. Now picture this there is crossroads, Miss Allie lived on the right in the crossroads, go up the hill and Miss Jennie lived on the left, then go over and down the next hill and we lived on the right. You have got to have that picture in mind to appreciated this kid and her bike that I am going to tell you about. 
I never to this day have had a new bicycle. Mama and Daddy brought home a used bicycle, bought at the Western Auto and of course it was a Western Flyer but very used, when I was about 6 years old. I was scared of it and wouldn’t even think about getting on that thing! Mama jumped on the bicycle and took off down the road towards Miss Jennie and Miss Allie’s. Daddy and Mama Jones was standing in the yard with me, I started squalling my head off because I thought Mama was leaving home on that blame bicycle. Now you got to understand why I didn’t want the bicycle to start with, it was a bribe! Mama put an ad on the swat shop and sold my baby bed!!! I was still sleeping in that bed (6 years old and had started school). You should have seen me when the woman came to buy my 
baby bed, I had a fit! I wanted my baby bed, but I got an iron bedstead in Mama Jones’s room instead! I was upset! Mama came back shortly and they tried every way possible to get me on that bicycle, no way I wanted my baby bed! I slept in that new (about 100 years old at the time) bed that 
night and it wasn’t too bad but I missed my baby bed. Well I guess Mamas and Daddys and Mama Joneses are smarter than little 6 year old girls, the next day one of them asked me if I wanted to ride my new (old as the hills) bicycle down to Miss Jennie and Miss Allie’s but NO further. Well now, I 
thought I was big to get to go down the road by myself so on that baby bed oh no bicycle (still missing it) and away I went, fell off a couple of times but when I got to the top of the hill and looked back there stood Daddy with his arm around Mama and Mama Jones holding Mama’s hand. Over the hill I went. 
I stopped at Miss Jennie’s first (I bett yo’ Mama called her, of course all we had was the old timey phone that was in a wooden box with a handle to ring somebody and a place to talk into, our ring was a long and a short) and knocked on the door. Miss Jennie came to the door with a great big smile on her face (she was Mama’s brother’s wife’s mother) and said come on in, I have got a left over biscuit and piece of bacon you can have. Well a smile came on my face then. I ate the biscuit and bacon, cold grease and all. I think it was the best I ever had. I thanked Miss Jennie and was on my way to Miss Allie’s, wonder if she was going to feed me too? 
Down the hill I started to Miss Allies and had a wreck, skint my knees and the palms of my hands awful! I limped on to Miss Allie’s and left that bicycle right where I went flying off it! I knocked on the door (sure she had been called also), took one look at me and grinned real big. I started crying. Miss Allie cleaned me up and asked me if I was hungry? Now what would you say? Of course I was hungry, I got another biscuit and a sausage this time. Well I stayed aliitle longer and done the right thing and thanked her. 
I walked back to where that dang old bicycle laid in the middle of the road, picked it up, walked it to the top of the hill, got on it and went home. Mama, Daddy and Mama Jones was still in that yard waiting 
on me, but they had created a monster! I was six years old, remember? 
That day started a trend in my life that went on until I was almost grown. Each morning when I would start out the last thing Mama would say “Don’t you go down to Miss Jennies or Miss Allies and eat anything” (of course I had breakfast at home already). Well I headed straight to Miss Jennies, had 
whatever she already had laid out for me to eat and drink. Always thanked her and was off to Miss Allies to see what I had there. Thanked her, got back on my best friend now and headed back to Miss Jennies to visit and then back to Miss Allies. Back and forth all day long, remember at this time, 6 years old, I could only go to the crossroads. By the time I was 7, I could go up to Rella’s house, pass the crossroads straight to next house, well you guessed it, yep I added another but not on my regular schedule (she was not as good a cook, shhhh don’t tell anybody). 
By the time I turned 8 years old I was meeting my cousin Patsy Jones half way from her house to mine, that was about 4 miles. The days of Paula and Patsy will come. I always got the spanking and she got nothing, except our first day of school! Another day another story! 

Paula and Patsy

THE PAULA & PATSY SAGA 

FROM BIRTH TO FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL 

I am going to tell you about me (I am Paula) and Patsy’s life but I am going to do it in sections because I would be here this time next year and still wouldn’t have it all told! Patsy and I was forever getting ourselves into something or the other, I got the spanking and she got nothing.  

I was born June 4, _____ and Patsy was born September 28, ____of the same year but that one is our secret and will stay our secret (after all as I said before, I have to have at least one secret.   My Mama, Ellen Beauton Jones Howard and Patsy’s daddy, Theron Elbery Jones were brothers and sisters, two of nine children of William Lee Jones and Lucy Caroline McClain.  

Well might have know that I would have to be the oldest and only get spoiled for just over 3 months and then here come Patsy and my life from that minute forward was never the same. Cena Mae   Foster Jones, Patsy’s mama came to our house from the hospital and moved Patsy right in the baby bed with me! Now you know how I felt about that baby bed even at 3 1/2 months old, that little brat moved me right over. This CLOSE arrangement lasted until she was about 4 months, man was I mad! I finally got rid of her, out of my bed but not out of my life. She’s not too bad these days but let me tell you, she has dealt me some misery throughout our lives!  

We went to Oak Grove Church of Christ in Weakley County, Tennessee where our ancestors had been going for many a moon, since the 1850s or there about. Now my Mama tried to make me set as still as a mouse, but I got a spanking every Sunday morning after Church with the peach tree limb cause I couldn’t set still. Patsy was a terror in Church and NEVER got a spanking in her life, except one that you will learn about in the next part of this saga. I laughed at her after I cried when I got mine too.  

I remember one time, the meeting was going on at Church, it was July and HOT. No air conditioning, of course, I was really rustles that morning so I knew I had it coming big time. I jumped out of the car when we got home, ran through the house and put on my snow suit and met Mama at the peach tree. Well let me tell you what happened then, she jerked that snow suit off me and everything else, I got a whopper of a whipping with that keen switch that morning! I sure didn’t pull that stunt again, of course Patsy laughed, the little jerk. Another time Mama had made me really mad so I went out into one of her flower beds (she loved flowers) and started digging me a hole, I had a deep hole by the time she found me. She asked me what I was doing? I told her (I  was about 3 or 4) in no uncertain terms that “I am digging my way to China”, well guess what, to the peach tree again and a keen switch. Patsy laughed again. That’s ok, her day is coming!  

Patsy and I spent alot of time together those first 6 years. In our Chestnut Glade community we had a school, Chestnut Glade School, a store; Nanney Grocery, a garage; Nanney Garage and a sweet potato house. My daddy and Theron went to the garage alot to get things fixed, like a tractor, car, truck or whatever. Patsy and I were always with them, they would give us a nickel and we would head to the store to see Miss Flora and get us something to drink or eat. Now you got to remember this for later on, we always went to the store with our nickel. Patsy and I spent the night at each others house alot, I liked to go there cause they didn’t get spanking! I got spanking! When we were at my house and we did (usually Patsy did) something wrong I got spanked and she got fussed at! Life was not fair!  

Patsy’s mama, Cena Mae was so funny. She is still living today and has not aged a day. You know even at Christmas, Patsy got to open her gifts as she got them, I had to wait till Christmas Eve. See  what I mean. Patsy had a brother, Garry that was 2 years older than us. We all three loved to play in the creeks. About the time I turned six, which was in the summer of 19__, Garry made us all a corncob pipe, we had already been smoking grape vines, burned my tongue many a time. We would use corn silks in our corncob pipe, man did we think we were big shots. Thank goodness Mama never found out about that one! I wouldn’t be here today, but guess what, Patsy or Garry never smoked after we got grown but you got it, I did! See she has dealt me misery all my life! Patsy’s daddy and my uncle, Theron was a tough sounding fellow, but his bark was worst than his bite. Mama and Theron were very close, remember he use to get her in trouble for smoking!  

Well this brings us up to August of 19__ when we started to school. Hehe she finally got a spanking. 

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PAULA AND PATSY AT FIELD DAY IN 1ST GRADE
CHESTNUT GLADE SCHOOL
19__

Laying of a Corpse

This is a cold night in northwest Weakley County, Tennessee. I was sitting here thinking about all my ancestors and the many different type funerals and such. I just thought I needed to write about the “Old Time” way funerals were conducted. How many have laid a corpse in this old home of mine. I know of plenty cause I was there, so I want to tell you about them. 

My grandfather, William Lee Jones was brought home one last time in 1948 and lay a corpse in the living room. Now when someone died in our little community of Chestnut Glade all the neighbors would come in, clean the house, bring food and sit up all night with the corpse. This lasted several days usually, the house always full. The funeral was sometimes even held at home but most of the time the corpse was carried to the church for the funeral service. 

William Lee Jones was born in 1874 and had lived in this same house since he married Lucy Caroline McClain in 1893. They raised 9 children and were the proud grandparents of 11 grandchildren. Their children were born in this house and both of them died in this house so I think it is fitting to tell about them. 

The next one to lay a corpse in the living room was their oldest son, Estes Hall Jones who was born in 1895. Estes had died in Detroit, Michigan and brought home one more time. Estes is the only one of this entire family that is not or will not be buried at Oak Grove Cemetery on the Fulton/Dukedom Highway. Papa Jones, William Lee Jones, as he was called by his family had been one of the founders of this cemetery. Estes is buried at the Water Valley, Kentucky Cemetery, not so many miles away.

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This picture was made the day after Estes was buried.  This is Mama Jones and the remaining eight children
From left: Valeria, Henson, D.J., Allen, Montez, Theron, Marion and Beauton.  The caskets always sat under the double windows that you see in this picture.

 

Then comes my dear precious Mama Jones. She died sitting in her rocking chair very peaceful the afternoon of August 13th. Of course Mama Jones came home one last time to this same living room with all the family, friends, and neighbors present. Now let me tell you, I was LOST and didn’t know what I would do without my Mama Jones. I lost that hot August day my best friend, my playmate, my roommate, my mama, my grandmother and every thing else you could think of. She meant the world to me and still does to this day! 

Weakley County was in the process of widen our old dirt road and fixing us a good gravel road. Now the old theory is when a real religious person dies, it will rain for days. Let me tell you it rained for days and days when Mama Jones died. It was a Thursday when Mama Jones died and she was brought home on Friday, it had already started raining. Now can you image a dirt road and all this rain…..fresh dirt where the bulldozer had been working clearing the road and side ditches? The ruts in the road got BAD, so bad that finally a cousin’s husband brought his ton truck and hauled people in and out. By Sunday when it was time to take Mama Jones to Oak Grove for the funeral, they could not get the hearse in to the house. They finally brought the flower wagon in and carried her out. She had left home for the last time. We all went out in that ton truck standing in the back of it. I am here to tell you that was one slick ride. 

As soon as Mama Jones died, her children started coming and then the neighbors. Henson and Lenora (he was a son) Jones stayed all night with us. I went to my bed in mine and Mama Jones’s room, right where she had died. I did not sleep for four days or nights, all I could see was her sitting in that rocking chair. The same rocking chair that now sits in my bedroom. The same rocking chair that I have never sit in since that day in August. It is one of my most prized possessions. 

As I said Mama Jones was brought home on Friday. Friday night there was about 6 neighbors sitting in our living room with her. This was done back then, always sit up with the dead. This went on every night till the funeral. Also I mentioned the woman coming in, well Mama had just bought me some new clothes to start school. I was and am short, everything had to be hemmed. Remember Rella that I talked about, bless her heart. She hemmed my skirt to wear to the funeral, if I had hung a toenail…… well let’s just say she couldn’t hem any better than she could cook but she was a dear old soul. We played rook a many a night with her and Hun as she called her husband. Big meals were served each and every time it was meal time by the women of the neighborhood to everyone. I appreciated all of this but was ready for everybody to just go home and let me wallow in my grief. 

Mama Jones’s oldest brother was Dr. John D. McClain born in Weakley County, Tennessee July of 1848. I have recently found a letter she wrote to her brother in Arkansas about the death and burial of Dr. John as she called him. Would you believe, it started raining when he died and didn’t quit for days! The deaths and funerals sounded so much alike. Now image this, she lived about a mile from him and could not get there because of the rain and roads! The letter is a genealogy fine that we all look for and some never receive in our genealogy work. In this fine came a picture of her about 16 years old, and many other letters to her brothers and other family members.

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Now you tell me, wasn’t she one beautiful woman?
Lucy Caroline McClain
My Dear Mama Jones
Picture made sometime around 1893

Now I want to tell you as was told to me how people lay a corpse when Mama Jones was a girl. They did not always use funeral homes back then, especially the country people. If a funeral home was not used then somebody would wash the dead person and dress them in their finest and lay them out on a bed for viewing. Of course all the neighbor would come in for how ever many days until the funeral. Somebody would build a casket which was usually a pine box for the dead person to be buried in. In 
those days it was not a law that you had to be embalmed. Life was hard but really much simply back then. 

Mama Jones told me stories about these times, so what I am telling you is from memories of our days in the swing under the shade tree. She was sixteen when her daddy died, just about the time the picture above was made. Her mother, Delilah Jane Johnson McClain, some of her brothers washed him and laid him out on their bed for viewing. His sons made a coffin for him to be buried in. Now he is not buried at Oak Grove with the rest of them, there was no cemetery there yet. He is buried at New Hope Cemetery, a few miles the over side of Chestnut Glade, along with his wife and several of their children that didn’t live to be grown and some that lived to just early adulthood. Mama Jones was the youngest of thirteen children, only one sister, Lydia Ann Elizabeth McClain Hendrix, and four 
brothers, Dr. John D. McClain, William A. McClain, Thomas McClain and James McClain lived to be grown and married with families. 

Mama Jones often told me about her sister Belle. Belle lived to be 22 years old and for the life of me I can not remember what she died of but I do remember Mama Jones telling what a beautiful woman she was and also a beautiful corpse. Lydia, Mama Jones and their mother, Delilah washed Belle, dressed her in a dress that she had made and laid her out for viewing. She told me that the house was overflowing with people. The buggies came from miles with all the big families, bringing food, bedding 
and tools to help on the farm during this time. 

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Mary Jane (Belle) McClain
This picture was made not long before she died.

 
 

She also remembered when her brother Emerson died at the age of 19 and again I don’t really know what he died of but do know that he was sickly, as she called it and had a club foot. Again he was washed, laid out for viewing and at the time of the funeral was placed in a pine box that was nailed shut and taken to New Hope Cemetery in a wagon for the burial. All the buggies went in a procession like we do today in cars. The funeral was preached at the cemetery. 

When her mother, Delilah Jane Johnson McClain died she was living with Mama Jones in the same house I told you about above, my home today. Mama Jones and Lydia washed their mother with the help of some of the neighbor women. Delilah was put in a store bought casket and lay a corpse in the same living room. Times were changing, did not lay them on the bed for viewing anymore. There were funeral homes during this time but country folks were poor and had to do for themselves. 

Of course the government finally stepped in and made it a law that a dead person has to be embalmed if they are not buried the same day. Even I remember one time a school teacher died in our neighborhood and her sons washed her, built a casket and buried her in their backyard all in the same day. This caused quite a stir around the country side. To me they were taking care of their own. I see nothing wrong with that. One finally note here, Mama Jones said that when every member of her family died it rained for days on end. 

Written by Paula (pj) Howard Thompson 

Wood Stoves – Old Recipes

 

  

   
OLD TIME RECIPES AND WOOD STOVES
 
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The pictures of the wood stoves were copies from a recipe book that came with a new wood stove that was purchased for our family. A wood stove was a God send to pioneer women, this meant that they could quit cooking their meals over an open fire, using kettles to cook their meals in no matter if it was 100 degrees in the shade or 40 below zero. By the turn of the century most rural homes had a wood stove, of course the city folk had them much earlier. I would like to take just a minute here to mention some of the parts of the wood stove such as the Fire Box, the Reservoir, Pressure Water Heater, Warming Closet, Chimneys. These are just some of the names of things found on wood stoves. The Warming Closet was a very poplar place, after a meal the left overs such as meat and biscuits or any kind of bread was covered and set up on the warming closet and as you got hungry during the day you could drop by and get yourself a bit to eat. Now it is on to the recipes that I promised in the “Hog Killing Story”. All these recipes are from my family or close neighbors and friends. My grandmother, Mama Jones to me, my mama nor me go right by a recipe, we just simply cook from scratch, but we all collected and I got them to write recipes so I would never forget them. So on to the promised.  

HOMEMADE SAUSAGE  

1 gal fresh meat  
5 teaspoons salt  
5 teaspoons sage  
1 teaspoon hot pepper  
2 teaspoons black pepper  
Note: If you want hot sausage, use 2 teaspoons hot pepper and 1 teaspoon cayenne peppers.  
Grind all together and place in sausage sacks.  

Now let me tell you, this was the basic recipe but when nobody was looking I always added a little here and there, that is why I had so many fried up that we could eat them for dinner (remember mid day meal) I seasoned them to my own taste. I didn’t go into detail about grinding in the “HOG KILLING ” story so I’ll take a minute here and tell you about that. A “Sausage Mill” was what we used, this was a grinder (hand of course) attached to a board or it could be attached as you needed it to  
a board. No electrical help here, all hand turning and grinding, if you have ever seen hamburg meat ground in the grocery store it looks a whole lot like that except it is a bigger grind. Of course and it doesn’t say so in the recipe but you have to have enough fat in with the lean meat to make the sausage fry itself.  
 
 

HOG-KILLING CAKE  

1 box all butter cake mix 1/2 stick butter or margarine  
1 can mandarin oranges with juice 1 (8 oz.) cream cheese  
4 eggs 1 small can pineapple, drain well  
1/4 c.oil 1 box powdered sugar  
1 c black walnuts  
Combine all ingredients for cake. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes. Cool.                                                                                 Icing                                                                                    
Mix butter or margarine, cream cheese, pineapple and powdered sugar. Spread on cake. 
 

Now I know you are thinking, they didn’t have box cake mixes in the old days! Well the recipe was modified to fit in the 1950s or 1960s……the old way was to make a butter cake with lots of fresh country eggs and use the oranges or whatever was available and whatever nuts that you had on hand. 

  

CHOCOLATE AND/OR COCONUT PIE  

For coconut pie 
2 cans pet milk 2 cups coconut  
equal amount of sweet milk  
3 c. sugar  
8 eggs, separated For chocolate pie:  
3 heaping tablespoons cornstarch 2 heaping tablespoons cocoa  
1 stick oleo or butter  
pinch of salt  
2 teaspoons of vanilla  

Mix dry ingredients well. Add pet milk and butter. Add eggs, one at a time and beat well. Cook over medium heat until thick. Add vanilla. Divide into half. In on half of mixture, add 1 cup of coconut and spread 1 cup of coconut on top of meringue. Brown in oven.  
For Chocolate Pie                                                                               
For other half of mixture, add cocoa to very little hot water to melt cocoa, then add to mixture. Beat egg whites and put 1/2 on one pie, 1/2 on other pie and add coconut to top of coconut pie. Brown both in oven. 
 

Okay before you start on me about my English and being repetitious about the meringues, hear me out. This recipe was handed down through the women of my family, word by mouth, nothing written down. I asked my mama, Beauton “Boots” Jones Howard to write the recipe down for me so I would never forget it. This is exactly the way she wrote it down and I would not change one word of it, I don’t care how repetitious it may be. I make these pies still today, in fact made them for Thanksgiving and they were eat so fast I didn’t even get a bit of either one! Of course you could make 2 coconut or 2 chocolate but never did she, nor do I make them this way. Always one of each!  
 

PICKLED PIG’S FEET  

Cut off horny parts of feet and toes, scrape clean and wash thoroughly, singe off stray hairs, place in kettle with plenty of water, boil, skim, pour off water and add fresh. Boil until bones will pull out easily. Do not bone, but pack in stone jar with pepper and salt sprinkled between each layer: cover with cider vinegar. When wanted for table, take out sufficient quantity, put in hot skillet, add more vinegar, salt and pepper if needed, boil until thoroughly heated, stir in smooth thickening of flour and  
water, and boil until flour is cooked. Serve hot as a nice breakfast dish. Or, when feet have boiled until perfectly tender, remove bones and pack in stone jar as above: slice down cold, when wanted for use. Let liquor in which feet are boiled stand over night; in morning remove fat and prepare and preserve for use.  

Well now what you think about this one? Me, I always ran and hide when the pickled pig’s feet came out of hiding, I couldn’t stand the sight of them. Now don’t get excited, the liquor is the pot liquor. All old timers and I still do call any broth, pot liquor as in turnip greens, etc. My theory has always been drink the pot liquor and throw whatever you are cooking away! I like pot liquor of almost anything, especially turnips and greens beans. Just how would you like to look at pickled pig’s feet for  
BREAKFAST? I may be old fashion but i still don’t want feet in any form or fashion!  
 

HEAD CHEESE  

Having thoroughly cleaned a hog’s or pig’s head, split it in tow, take out eyes and brain; clean ears, throw scalding water over head and ears, then scrape them well. When very clean, put in kettle with water to cover, and set over rather quick fire; skim as any scum rises; when boiled so that flesh leaves bones take from water with skimmer into large wooden bowl or tray; then take out every particle of bone, chop meat fine, season to taste with salt and pepper (a little pounded sage may be added), spread cloth over colander, put meat in, fold cloth closely over it, lay weight on it so that it may press whole surface equally (if lean use a heavy weight, if fat, a lighter one); when cold take off weight, remove from colander and place in crock. May add vinegar in proportion of one pint to a gallon crock. Clarify fat from cloth, colander and liquor from the pot and use for frying. This can also be canned.  

I know I pretty well told you how to do this in the “HOG KILLING” story but this is the written down version from the family so this is my story and I am going to include it. My family was big into this stuff, I couldn’t stand it either!  
 
 

STUFFED BEEF HEART  

Wash, remove veins and clotted blood from beef heart and drop into boiling salted water. Simmer until nearly tender. Drain and stuff with this dressing:  
3 1/2 cups dry bread crumbs 1/2 teaspoon pepper  
1 cup boiling water 3/4 cup finely cut celery  
1 tablespoon poultry seasonings 1/2 cup minced onion  
1 1/2 teaspoons salt 1/2 cup melted butter or other fat  

Stew up stuffed heart, roll in seasoned flour, brown in 2 tablespoons of fat. Place in small deep pan, cover with boiling water or stock in which heart was cooked, bake slowly (covered) for about 1/2 hour. Serve with gravy made from thickened stock. Tomato sauce is good with heart. In this case,  
use canned tomatoes instead of other liquid.  

If you think I ever ate this, well you have another thought coming! My grandmother, Mama Jones and my Mama would cook this concoction and I would run for the creek or fishing hole or away I went on my bicycle. No Heart or such for this country gal!  

PORK HEARTS CASSEROLE  

Slice hearts thin, and across meat grain; roll in flour, sauté with a little chopped onion in hot bacon fat; place in casserole with 1 cup water or stock; add any desired herbs and a chopped pimiento; season with salt and pepper. Cover, cook until tender, about 1 to 2 hours in moderate oven. When almost done, drop biscuit dough over meat and bake until brown and done through.  

I just packed me some lunch and off to swing on grapevines in the woods…..I got to hid out till all this heart business is gone!  

STEWED KIDNEYS  

2 pork or 2 beef or 2 veal kidneys Red pepper  
6 onions minced (2 cups) Black pepper  
Salt Butter  
Flour  

Remove gristle from kidneys and cut them into 1/2 inch squares. Add onions and cover with boiling water. Stew gently for 2 hours. Cool. Add seasoning and cook 1 hour longer. Make gravy with stock, allowing 3 tablespoons butter and 2 tablespoons flour to a cup of liquid. If kidneys are old, soak first in cold water several hours. Vegetables may be added to kidneys during last hour of cooking as for other stews. Carrots, celery, green pepper and tomato are especially tasty.  

Shhhhhhhh. Since this one has to be stewed, I am going to let “STEW” have it and I am going to ride my bike down to Miss Jennie’s and Miss Allie’s and get me something to eat. (Watch for that story)!  
 

BRAISED FRESH TONGUE  

Place tongue, pork or beef, in boiling water and simmer one hour. Skin, remove roots and place on dripping rack in roasting pan. Dice 2 cups vegetables, carrots, turnips, onion, celery, etc., add 4 cups water, heated, in which tongue was boiled and pour around tongue. Cover pan closely. Bake tongue in slow oven until tender (about 2 hours for a large one). Remove tongue and place on platter. Strain vegetables and arrange around it. Thicken stock with flour or serve with Raisin Sauce, or with tomato sauce made by adding tomato puree or canned soup to stock. Prepare calf tongue same but bake only 30 minutes. This is for any smaller size tongue.  

Now look I have had about enough of this fresh meat! I want some pork chops, fried tatters, butter beans and corn with a big piece of cornbread but we still have the smoked tongue, sweetbreads to go!  
Miss Allie and Miss Jennie is taking care of me so I won’t starve. Thank goodness!!!!  

SPICED SMOKED TONGUE  

Wash tongue and if salty, soak in cold water over night. Place in kettle with 1 teaspoon each pepper and cloves, a few bay leaves and 1 sliced onion. Let simmer slowly until tender, for 3 to 5 hours, or until the skin curls back. then remove from brine, pull off outer skin, cut off root and let cool in brine. May be sliced cold or served hot. Serve with horseradish or horseradish sauce.  

It’s almost over, but of course I could give you the recipe for Braised Liver, Pan-Fried Liver, Liver Baked in Sour Cream, Liver Dumplings and about 100 more of these ukie recipes but I won’t bore you any longer and get down to some GOOD cooking!!!!  

SWEETBREADS AND BRAINS  

Both sweetbreads and brains receive the same preliminary treatment, and although brains are generally “looked down upon” in comparison to the luxurious sweetbreads, they may be served in the same ways and will taste very similar. Soak either sweetbreads or brains 1 hour in cold water after removing  
membranes and arteries. Simmer 20 minutes in salted water with 2 tablespoons lemon juice or 1 tablespoon of vinegar for each quart. Vegetables suitable for soup may be added. Plunge in cold water and drain, reserving stock.  
BROILED SWEETBREADS OR BRAINS:                                           
Cut prepared sweetbreads or brains in halves or slices. 
 
Brush with melted butter. Cook about 5 minutes on greased broiler, turning to brown both sides. Serve with Melted Butter and Lemon Sauce.  
CREAMED SWEETBREADS:                                                               
Cut prepared sweetbreads in small cubes. Reheat in white sauce. Delicious combined with cooked mushrooms, chicken, oysters, celery or peas. Serve in patty shells or on toast. 
 
SCRAMBLED EGGS AND BRAINS:                                                 
Break prepared brains in small pieces. Put in skillet in which 
 
1 tablespoon butter has been melted with 4 eggs, beaten with 4 tablespoons milk. Add salt and pepper to taste, stir constantly until set.  
FRIED BRAINS OR SWEETBREADS:                                              
Break prepared brains or sweetbreads in 1 inch pieces. Dip in egg and crumbs or in batter. Fry in shallow or deep fat to golden brown, Serve with slices of lemon, tomato sauce or catsup or ripe tomato catsup. 
 

Thanks goodness that is over with! Now I can eat at home. Mama is always ready to call the doctor for a house call. She don’t think I am eating. Miss Jennie and Miss Allie took care of that one!!!  
Now on to bigger and better things to eat…..  

HASH (Old Time)  

To each cup chopped cold cooked fresh meat, mix 2 cups chopped cold boiled potatoes: season with salt and pepper; moisten with water, milk or stock. For each cup hash, melt 1 tablespoon fat in frying pan, put in hash, and cook slowly for about 20 minutes, occasionally shaking pan to prevent sticking;  
may be moistened to suit. If green pepper, onions or celery are used, chop fine, and add 1/2 cup with potatoes. For Spanish hash, moisten with tomato pulp. Hash may also be baked in moderate oven, covered with buttered bread crumbs and grated cheese, or covered with topping of mashed potatoes.  

Now let me tell you one thing, this is some good stuff! Finally I get something out of these hogs that I like to eat. I might even carry Miss Jennie and Miss Allie some of this since they have been taking such good care of me.  

CORN LIGHT BREAD #1  

Scald 1 cup meal in 2 cups boiling water. Add:  
1 1/2 cups sweet milk 1 cup plain meal  
1 cup plain flour 1 teaspoon salt  
Sprinkle 1 cup meal over the top of batter and let stand over night. Be sure the batter is bubbly and a little sour before mixing. Next morning add:  
1 cup sugar 3 Tablespoons Shortening 1 teaspoon soda  
Bake in a loaf pan. Note: If recipe is started too late at night or room temperature is cool, the mixture won’t ferment to bake early the next morning.  

This is ok but I like just fried cornbread better. Mama Jones could fry the best cornbread you ever put in your mouth.  
 

CORN LIGHT BREAD #2  

On the night before bread-baking time heat 1 1/2 cups water and make into a mush with 1/2 cup of meal. Add 1 1/2 cups cold water; let cool, then add another 1/2 cup water in which is dissolved 1/2 cake dry yeast. Add meal to make a thick mush, cover with dry meal 1/4 inch thick, put top on container, and let rise overnight. Next morning add to the dough 1/4 cup buttermilk, 1/4 teaspoon soda, 4 tablespoons shortening, 1 tablespoon salt, a scant 1/2 cup sugar, 2 tablespoons sorghum molasses and 1/2 cup flour.  
Bake in greased and floured pan 1 hour in slow oven. The batter should be as thin as muffin batter.  

Now this recipe is my favorite of the two, they are almost alike but this one taste better to me. I really  
like the fried cornbread better.  
 

FRIED CORNBREAD  

2 cups cornmeal (self rising)  
l cup buttermilk  
1 egg  
Mix the above together and have batter sort of thin. Heat a flat iron skillet. Pour out like pancakes and fry on one side and then turn it over and fry on the other side.  

Now I am here to tell you, this is good. It goes the best with wilted lettuce. Mama Jones and me could eat our weight in wilted lettuce and fried cornbread! Wish I had some right now!  

WILTED LETTUCE  

Gather your fresh leaf lettuce from the garden.  
Gather your fresh green onions from the garden.  
Wash lettuce and onions and let drain good.  
Fry up quite a bit of bacon, save the bacon grease.  
Cut up lettuce by holding and cutting across making it like a long string, cut up green onions using some of the blades, into lettuce.  
Crumble you bacon into this mixture.  
Salt and Pepper to taste, mix all good.  
Get your bacon grease HOT and pour over your green mixture.  

Now if you haven’t ever had wilted lettuce, you just don’t know what you have missed in life. That is some fine eat’n. Mama Jones and I always made our selves sick every spring on this. Mama would fuss at us but we would fry us up some cornbread and wilt that lettuce and eat till our bellies drug the ground! I make it today with the fresh leaf lettuce that you can buy in the grocery stores, not as good but it will do.  
 

 

 
 

Written by Paula (pj) Howard Thompson 
 
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December 12, 1998 

Hog Killin’ Time

 
 

 

   
“Come sit in the swing under the shade tree and let me tell you of days gone by…”
HOG KILLING DAY
 

 
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pj Thompson’s daddy, Paul R. Howard, with his hogs. pj is the tiny girl standing just in front of him.
 
 

Well tomorrow, Thanksgiving Day we will be killing hogs. Every year since I can remember we have killed hogs on Thanksgiving Day. Hog killing is a neighborhood get together, the men kill the hogs, scald them, hang them up (nowdays we use a boom pole attached to the tractors), scrap them, gut them, take them down, cut off the feet and split the head and finally block out the hog to hand over to thewomen to be cut up. We usually kill about 10 to 12 hogs and process them in one day, hard work but the rewards are worth it!

The men and woman always teach the children as they are growing up how to kill hogs. A favorite saying is “What don’t go in one block of the hog will go in another”. Today we are killing 11 hogs. The men get to where ever the hog killing will be going on very early. They will get the fires started (these are to be used for the scalding vat and rending the lard). A scalding vat looks like a big bathtub in a way, after the hog is killed, the hog is lowered into the scalding vat. The water has to be just the right temperature or you will set the hair on the hog if it is too hot and if it is not hot enough then it will not loosen the hair. The way to check the water to be sure it is just the right temperature is three fingers. Now I know you are scratching your head. You run one finger through the water, then you run the second finger through the water and then the third finger through the water. Now if you can not run the third figure through, the water is too hot. If you can run the fourth finger through, the water is too cold. As soon as the hog is lowered into the water you turn it over and then then pull the hog up out of the water. The hog is then lifted and hung up, as I said nowdays on a boom pole on a tractor, but use to have to get a rope and throw it over a high tree limb then hitch it to a team of mules or a horse and pull the hog up by using a pulley. The hog is hung by the hind legs (this is somewhat like dressing a deer). 

Well we have the dang thing hanging, what do we do with it now? We scrape it, and how do we do this? An sharp ax or butcher knives (real sharp, they were sharpened on a whit rock this morning) is used to scrape the hogs. The hardest part of the hog to clean is the head. This is hard, back breaking work that takes every muscle. A man has to do this part of the hog killing. Every man hopes (ok now that is what the old timers called help) each other. It is a team effort. Now the gorey part takes place, using that one special ax or butcher knife (the sharpest, each man would try to have it) that is deemed the sharpest by all the men. The gutting commences. A man will start between the hinds legs and splits him all the way down being careful not to cut a gut (you would know it as an intestine). You have to use an ax to chop through the breast bone, then you start pulling guts out and cleaning out the inside of the hog (I like the sow better, best one we ever killed was a 422 pound sow). The last part of this is to wash out the hog on the inside with cold water…..now these days we use garden hoses but use to have to haul the water from the cistern to wash out the hog (so now you want to know what is a cistern?). Ok, a cistern is like a well that is dug but it is a big round deep hole. Attached to the top of this cistern will be a pulley and ropes with a cistern bucket hanging on it (ok now what does a cistern bucket look like?). A cistern bucket is a long tube like thing that is about 6 to 8 inches around, this is tied to the rope and you lower it into the cistern and let it fill with water and then pull it up and pour it out. Now all people didn’t have the cistern buckets or tubes, I guess is really what they would be called, some people just had a real wooden bucket tied to the rope and would lower that to get a bucket of water. When you finally got a cistern tube, you were considered well off (like in having something special). 

Ok we have the hog killed, scaled, scraped, gutted and washed. What next? Well now is time to take the hog down and lay it on a flat bed wagon, of course the wagon has been cleaned and scrubbed for this day. We now use big cardboard boxes to lay on the wagon also just for an extra measure of cleanness. Ok now you weak stomached people, you may not want to read this part. When the hog is laid on the wagon the men take an ax (real sharp) and chop the feet off and spilt the head open in the center. You must remember ALL parts of the hog is used for one purpose or another. Even the squealer is given to the children to play with. The squeal is the only part not used for food consumption.

Well it is now about 9 A.M. and we have a hog on the wagon, a hog getting ready to get his head laid open and feet cut off, a hog getting gutted and washed, a hog getting scraped, a hog getting scaled, and a hog getting killed! Let’s see that is 7 hogs already. Only 4 more to go for today. The women begin arriving, and a new world begins! Of course everyone had breakfast about 4:30AM this morning and got their chores done before arriving at the hog killing but now that the women have arrived, the men will take a short break for a cup of coffee (man is it cold out here, has to be to kill hogs) and cold biscuits and meat left over from a hearty breakfast of country ham (the real stuff) and eggs and red eye gravy and milk gravy with homemade biscuits with real butter and homemade jelly. Some had a little fat meat and some had salt back bacon so what ever was left over the wives and daughters have brought for a snack for the men. 

The last thing the men have to do to the hog at this point (when it gets on the wagon with its head spilt and feet chopped off) is to block out the hog in 4 sections so the women can handle the meat for cutting it up. The women have the men fed and back to work so now they commence. One woman will start tearing sausage sacks, yes tearing, they use unbleached domestic (this is a material). The next woman has the old treadle type sewing machine flying making the sacks, I never saw anybody that could tear and sew sausage sacks as fast as my Mama could! There is at least two women in the kitchen cooking a hugh dinner (yes mid-day meal, supper is the evening meal) for everyone with some of the teenage girls help and the smaller children being the runners (that is to fetch something
their mama’s might need). 

There is a about 8 to 10 women and bigger girls circled around the wagon with their knives (they keep them hidden from their husbands for fear that take them instead of their own) ready to cut up the meat. The bladder of the hog has been cleaned and given to the children to play with, this makes a great ball. The bladders can also be used and was used for a water bag when going on a trip. First thing they do is trim the fat, now this goes into a big wash kettle (they were used for many purposes) that is over the other fire that was built this morning, a little of the best fat is saved to grind in the sausage so it will fry itself.. This is called, rending the lard. One of the men by now can pull off the killing to start rending the
lard, you have a big long paddle that is used for stirring (this paddle is also used for many purposes). You can not have this fire too hot or you will scorch the lard and it will not be pretty and white, it takes alot of patience and back breaking work to do this. After the lard cooks off, it is then poured into lard stands (this is a big tin can with a lid that is used to store the lard all winter and until it is used up) and set aside to let cool for each person to take their lard home. Now guess what we have when we cook off the lard? Crackling! If you have never had crackling corn bread you have missed a treat, crackling is the leaving of what the fat has cooked out of, good and crunchy and really good to eat by themselves (sort of like your pig skins of today). The highlight of the day for one and all is when all the lard has been rendered. You leave just a little of the new rendered lard in the bottom of the kettle, throw in a double handful of popcorn and let it pop. You can not put salt on the popcorn in the kettle because it will pit the kettle (this is when little holes get on the inside of the kettle ). 

Ok so we have men still killing and doing all the gorey stuff, we have a man rending the lard and the women cutting up meat. As I said the first thing done is to cut the fat away, then you trim your hams out and set aside to be salted down tonight (we will get to this later) along with the side meat or middleings (this is bacon), hogs jaw, shoulders and what ever else you want to salt down. Now me, I grind my shoulders into my sausage, sure does make the sausage better! Nowdays, this is and always was my job, grinding the sausage, seasoning it, frying some to taste to be sure I have it seasoned just right and then get some of the younger girls (boys don’t dare help the women) to hold the sausage sacks while I fill them, with my hands of course. Back to the women at the wagon, each family decides just what they want, either pork chops and ribs or backbone and tenderloin (this is the best!). We usually have to grab a man with a hand saw to cut the ribs out but you can rest assured that soon as he has done that back to the group of men he goes!

Well it’s dinner time and we have all the hogs laid out so we cover them with table clothes long enough to go eat, of course the men ate first (this always happened in the old days, men ate, women ate and then the children ate, when there was a crowd). On the table for dinner was a big plate of fresh sausage that I had fried for tasting, hot homemade biscuits, a platter of fresh fried pork chops, another platter of tenderloin, corn, green beans, soup beans (this
is white beans), fried tatters, candied sweet potatoes, a big steaming bowl of turnip greens,fresh crackling corn bread, jugs of tea, coffee, apple cider and cold buttermilk that was put in the cistern this morning for chilling….for a sweet tooth we are having, hog killing day cake, coconut pies, chocolate pies, fried peach pies. 

Ok back to work. Well it is about 2 P.M. now and we are loading our meat in our trucks or on our wagon to take home to salt down. From the old days you had to salt down all the meat to keep from ruining. Nowdays we can freeze some. You have a building called a smoke house. In this smokehouse you have a salt box, now this salt box is about 4 to 5 feet long and about 4 feet tall. This is what you place the meat in to salt it down. In the smokehouse you have a cooling shelf. When you get home you place all the meat on this cooling shelf to cool overnight, better known as chill out. You rub all the meat down with salt and pack the joints. So you want to know how to pack a joint, well you take your index figure and open up a hole to joint in the hams and pack the hole with salt. The next morning you salt down the meat. You put a heavy layer of salt in the bottom of the salt box, 2 to 3 inches, then you place the hams on the top of this salt and cover the top of the hams with another thick layer of salt, next you place the shoulders and cover with another thick layer of salt and finally on the top you place the sides or middleings, the jaw and cover this with an extra thick layer of salt. The middleings and jaws are taken up out of the salt in 2 weeks, the shoulders come up in 3 weeks and finally the hams come up in 4 to 6 weeks depending on how salty you want the hams to be. As the meat is taken up from the salt, you wash each piece real good with water. Next step is to hang the meat, this is done by running a heavy wire through the shank of the hams and shoulders, the corner of the middling and jaws. The wire must be long enough to hang over the ceiling joist in the smokehouse and let the meat hang down. You put sheets of tin over the top of the ceiling joist so the smoke will go on the meat. Now it is time to smoke the meat, this is the final process in curing it. You build a fire, yes inside the smokehouse, in a kettle or a dug out hole (they have dirt floors). You bank the fire so it smokes only. This smoke will rise to the small opening you have in the roof (something like a teepee) and this goes on for several weeks. You don’t want to smoke your meat too fast this will dry it out. After it is smoked you take the meat down and rub them down with skipper compound, this is to keep the skippers out of the meat. So now you want to know all about skipper compound. Sometimes it could be bought at the local farm stores but if they did not have it then you had to make your own. To make skipper compound to rub on the meat you use lots of red and black pepper and molasses. Mix a big handful of red and black pepper in enough molasses to make a paste like substance. At the shank end of the hams you rub this mixture on thick. Place the hams in a bag, paper bag or koker sack (this is the same thing as a toe sack). Fill the end of the bag with quite a bit of the skipper compound made from red and black pepper and molasses. I bet you are really confused about the koker sack, well. it is similar to a burlap bag. You rehang the meat in the sacks and this is the way it stays until you get ready to take some down to eat. You never want to cut a ham until after the July sweats but the rest of the meat has been eaten all along. Now is time to cut a ham. Oh no you take the ham out of the sack and it has mold all over it! It is ruined, no it is not ruined. Using a stiff wire brush and water you clean the ham up and slice it. Now some folks want to have their hams sliced, but not me. When you saw through the bone of the ham it changes the taste so I will do my own slicing with my good sharp butcher knife.  You put the ham back in the sack and leave it on the work table in the house or somewhere out of the way.

The day after the hog killing is a busy day, not only do you have to salt down the meat, you have to do something with the feet, head, liver, lits, sweetbread, heart, brains and guts (remember now I told you every thing in the hog is used). The feet of the hog is pickled. First thing you have to do is place the feet in the fire, this is to loosen the hooves and make it easier to remove the hooves after this is done you will singe the fine hair off the feet. The next step is to boil the feet in clear water until they falls all to pieces. This has to be drained really good so you pour everything into a flour sack and hang up and let it drain all night. Now at this point you can either eat the feet or pickle them. To pickle the feet you use
vinegar, salt, black pepper and cayenne pepper and can in fruit jars or put in a stone crock to be eaten soon. The brains has a great purpose and that is to scramble eggs and brains for breakfast, no better eating than this. You can cook up a big stew with the melts, liver, lits, sweetbread and heart (I am going to let you figure out what all these parts are) or you can fry these or just use in many different ways. To the head, we make head cheese or souse out of this, you boil the head, ears, and snout until the skin comes off. This needs to be drained. Throw the skin away and some of the fat, save back some of the leanest meat for mince meat but grind the rest of the meat and some of the best fat, add salt, pepper, and sage and mix real good. You then press this together real tight in a stone crock or bowl or some sort of pan. The head cheese or souse will get a jell to it, you must store where it is cool. The way most people ate this was to slice it and place in a bowl of vinegar and let sock for several hours and then eat it with crackers, as a sandwich or what ever they liked. The extra lean meat you have saved back is used to make mince meat. You grind this meat along with apples, raisins, brown sugar, molasses and spices to your own taste. This is canned in pint fruit jars to have throughout the winter to make the real mince meat pies. The tenderloin of the hog is cooked so fast it never has time to go bad on you as well as the ribs. There is
nothing any better than on a cold winter morning to have tenderloin, hot biscuits and gravy. That’s the best eating you will ever have. Now to the guts, there have to be cleaned, tough job, these are used for casing, casing is stuffed with meats such as sausage that is hung up to be smoked. Some people even boil the chitterlings (this is the casing or gut) or fry them. If you have pork chop you eat on them for a couple of weeks, they were kept cool by use of cellar or cistern, and what is left is canned for future use in the winter. Fruit jars during those days had a rubber ring and a glass top. 

Well we have the meat salted and laid out on the cooling table, the lard can put in the cellar, now is time to do the chores and cook supper…have to milk the cow, slop the hogs (I have seen enough hogs today), feed the chickens, gather the eggs, bring in the cook stove wood and the regular firewood and then cook supper. Oh me… I guess we will have sausage, biscuits, gravy, brains and eggs, that is simple and easy to fix. I really thought about including my sausage and hog killing day cake recipes but decided to wait until I write about the old time cooking and recipes for wood stoves.

Written by a woman that has lived all of this!
Paula (pj) Howard Thompson; A Native of Weakley Co, Tennessee; December 6, 1998
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Finding Old Friends


by Lloyd Foster

After being out of the Air Force for three months, I re-entered and was sent back to Ajo, Arizona where I had worked before.

We learned soon after I started working on the Hill again that someone I knew was close by. I had a very good friend in Greenfield that had joined the Navy and was in San Diego. His name was Jerry Mac Carlton. He had married a Greenfield girl named Patricia Gamble.  We visited them very often for the year we were there. It was always good to see someone from Greenfield, especially Jerry and Pat. They actually came to Ajo and we drove back to Tennessee together. What a trip that was! Going across the reservation from Ajo to Tucson, Jerry pulled up close to my car and Pat handed me a half quart of beer out her window. At seventy miles an hour I retrieved the bottle like it was nothing. Jerry and I were crazy Tennessee boys. We both had Harley Davidson’s in high school and did crazy things. Once we were riding our bikes from Bradford to Greenfield and Jerry drove off the road and started riding down the shallow ditch. I stayed on the road amazed at him. What was he doing and why? I could see the ditch was smooth and shallow and almost followed him. Almost, but I did not. I could see the grass getting taller ahead of him. That means one cannot see the ground so I thought he would come back to the road. He did not and he did not know that some farmer had built a road across the ditch to drive to his field. He struck that mound of dirt and gravel at about forty miles an hour and became airborne. He passed me in the air like he had picked up speed coming off the bike. He barely missed a Telephone pole before he hit the ground. He was a little bruised up but his bike looked worse. I picked him up and brushed him off and took him home. Finding someone you know and really like so far from home is so special.




Shoot my Rifle


Joe Drewry teaches me to shoot my rifle
by Lloyd Foster

November of 1955 I turned twelve. That was a big deal. I was a man now in the fields. When I chopped cotton or bailed hay or drove a tractor for any of the other farmers, I drew “man” wages. We often did work for other farmers when they were short handed. Of course I could not keep my pay nor did I expect to. That Christmas in 1955 when I was twelve years old I, for the first time in my life, got what I wanted. I opened a box and pulled out a beautiful .22 single shot rifle! It was a Remington, used but in perfect condition. I was elated but shocked. Was Dad trying to mend fences? 

I started the fifth grade in my new school at Greenfield, Tennessee. I liked everyone in my class and made close friends right away. Some time during the year I fell in love with Katy Jean Jaco who was in the forth grade. She would steal marbles from her big brother and bring them to me at school. Her Dad was also the Principal. My best friend was Larry Robinson and we did everything together. We caused a little trouble, mostly pranks and such but we never broke the law. By the time I was thirteen Theresia was fifteen and dating Joe Drewry. Joe was easy to talk with. Always thought before he spoke and knew everything. Tall and slender and full of wit and knowledge. I showed him my Rifle. He asked if I could shoot straight and I could tell he was serious and interested in my answer. I answered honestly that I could not unless whatever I was aiming at stayed a long time without moving. His mood remained serious. He started to say something, placed his hand on my shoulder and said gently,”Your Sister is waiting, We will talk later.” He came over on a Sunday, knowing we would not be in the fields that day. He came to see me this time. No date with Theresia. First he talked with my dad and then asked me to get my rifle and we would take a ride. The town dump was our destination. Lots of targets there in the form of bottles and cans and rats I guessed. Joe had something else in mind about shooting. He had brought his own .22 Rifle, bigger than mine and it had a clip. He picked up a coke bottle and handed it to me. “Butch” he said in his gentle way,”Throw this up as high as you can.” I sailed the bottle upward some

thirty or forty feet to watch it explode into a thousand pieces of glass raining down on us. He had my attention. “But how? How can anyone aim that fast?” “I’m going to teach you how today.” Well, he didn’t teach me that day but he didn’t give up either. We went shooting lots after that day. Sundays and some Saturdays and after school sometimes. Hours and hours of practice. I did learn. I began to think of Joe as my big brother. I had always wanted one. I remember telling Mom once,”Please can you give me a brother?” I must have been no more than five but I recall how she laughed. Not a regular kind of laugh. A long and loud laugh like I had never heard from her.She was highly amused. But she told me she would think about it.School remained routine through grades six, seven and eight. Larry and I acted crazy and disrupted the class numerous times. That is something I hate to admit. Teaching is a hard job at best and I made it harder. My grades were B’s and C’s but I finally made it to High School. Katy moved to Kentucky where her Dad had gotten a job at a school there. I started the ninth grade without a girlfriend.

High School demanded more of me and tolerated less of my wild and crazy ways. After a few trips to the Principals office, I started to settle down and get more serious about school. I could not participate in sports, such as football because I needed to get home and pick cotton for the remainder of the day. I was expected to pick a hundred pounds of cotton before dark. I had little time to do homework but I maintained about a ‘B’ average anyway. My older sister, Barbara, graduated and moved to Jackson, Tennessee and found work there. Theresia graduated and married Joe Drewry. My big brother who could do anything! How good it was! That left me the only child at home with Dad and Mom. Dad, who thought I could do nothing right and Mom who thought I could do nothing wrong. Mom was my anchor. Just her love and presence could carry me through the valley of the shadow of death. How I loved my Mother!We moved at least three more times while in High School. The farms were all local to the area so I didn’t have to change schools again. That was a relief for me and I coasted through school and graduated in 1961. I like to boast to people that I graduated in the top thirty of my class. sometimes someone will ask,” how many in your class?” I truthfully tell them “thirty one.”