The Cherokeean. (Rusk, Tex.), Vol. 136, No. 17, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 6, 1985 Page: 2 of 34
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PAGE TWO—THE CHEROKEEAN OF RUSK, texas—thursday. june «, ims
Beating Around the Bush
By MILTON BULLOCK
Prom the corner of my eye, I
watched them spend a little over a
jlllion dollars on a big iron fence
Just west of Rusk, but I tried to keep
from gawking. I sneaked a glance
or two at a nice little house they
built a couple of hundred yards off
the -highway. Later, I rubber-
necked over the big iron fence to
spot this mammouth mansion they
had built near the top of a hill
overlooking the picturesque setting
of the ranch. By the time I wrestled
my old pick-up from the bottom of
the 'ditch and back up to the road,
my view of this elegant house was
obstructed by a clump of trees.
The next time I drove by, I kept
my head straight and turned my
eyes toward the big iron gate on the
driveway leading to the big house.
There was a small sign next to the
big iron fence which advertised the
name of the swimming pool con-
tractor. Wow! It probably had the
Rock Hole on the Neches beat as a
place to swim. I swerved back to
the right side of the road and
headed for downtown Oakland.
"Nice fence," I remarked to one
of the locals at Jug's store.
"Yup!"
"Nice house, too."
"Yup!"
There was a long pause. This guy
wouldn't volunteer anything.
"Nice gate!"
"Yup!"
"They're building a swimming
pool."
"Yup!"
"O.K., I can't stand it any longer.
Who's building that big iron fence
around Cherokee County? "
"Heard she was a teacher out of
Dallas."
"Why is she building that big iron
fence?"
"Gonna raise horses, I think."
"What kind...Clydesdale?"
"Dunno."
It took a couple of weeks to get up
the nerve, but finally I went over to
the place and drove through the
service gate where the ranch
foreman's house is. There wasn't
anyone around, so I drove on up the
road and found some guys near the
big house painting the big iron fence
with white paint.
"Who's in charge around here?"
"Bo Hargraves. He's the
foreman. They done filled that
career position, though."
"What career position?"
^'Fence painter."
"I'm not here for a job. Where is
Mr. Hargraves?"
They pointed to a beautiful big
red barn on the other side of a
beautiful little red barn.
"Them dogs up by Beautiful Big
Red Barn bite?"
"Them ain't dogs. Them's hor-
ses."
I wanted to tell this guy that he
was sniffing too much white paint,
but I was afraid I'd offend him.
Bo Hargraves was a nice young
man who told me that Betty
McLain, the owner, was out of town,
but upon her return she would be
happy to answer any questions I
may have about the ranch. While he
was talking, I noticed a couple of
teensy-weensy horses behind
Beautiful Big Red Barn.
"Cute little baby horses over
there."
"They aren't babies; they are full
grown."
"You been painting on that big
iron fence today?"
"No, why?"
"Just wondered. What are ya'll
going to do with them little hor-
ses?"
"Breed 'em...show 'em...sell
em.
Mr. Hargraves was so courteous
and polite, I just didn't have the
heart to tell him that they would
have a tough time selling those itty-
bitty horses in Cherokee County.
Two of them put together couldn't
pull a 6-inch turn-plow. Put a saddle
on one of them and it would look like
socks on a rooster. I've got a dog
which could stand on all-fours and
look eyeball to eyeball with either
one of those horses.
I finally got to talk to Betty
McLain, a charming, interesting
lady who was wearing blue-jean
cut-offs, an old shirt and a wild
looking straw hat with feathers
sticking out the back of it. She had
been riding around on her Avenger
4-wheeler. She told me that these
unique little horses are a special
breed out of Argentina and they are
becoming very popular among hor-
se lovers the world over. Unlike
other breeds of small horses, these
horses are extremely small, yet
well proportioned; they look just
like regular horses except they are
so small. Thirty-four inches is the
maximum height allowed by the
AMHA (American Miniature Horse
Association) to qualify for
registration and show. She said that
these little horses have such a sweet
disposition that it's impossible not
to fall in love with them. She told
me that they have a nine month old
paint stallion, a year old filly, two
brood mares, a champion black
stallion named Inky and a black
appaloosa foal with a white blanket
named Zeb. The name "Zeb" was
derived by combining the names
Zelwanda (Zelwanda Hendrick,
Betty's partner), Era (Betty's 89
year old mother who decided she
wanted to get in on the action of a
new business venture) and Betty
(Betty McLain).
Betty McLain is not new to the
horse business. She told me that for
several years she has raised quar-
ter horses up near Dallas at her
ranch known as Adventure Acres.
This new ranch, therefore, is called
Adventure Acres II, which explains
the meaning of the large "A"
shaped insignia over the main gate
of the ranch.
Ms. McLain stated that they are
hoping that the Rusk area will
become a mini-horse capital. By the
looks of the show place they are
developing, there's no doubt that
they mean business.
Betty McLain told me that she
wanted to have an open house for
the general public as soon as they
get a few things ready. For instan-
ce, the big iron fence needs some
revisions; the little horses can slip
clean through it. Besides that, it
will be awhile before they finish the
first coat of white paint.
Kissin' Kuzzins
By CAROLYN ERICSON
1«M REDBUD STREET
NACOGDOCHES, TEXAS 75961
(Writer's note: The following was
written by Mrs. Ella Halderman.)
MEMORIES OF OLD TIME
CUSTOMS
Sometime between the years
1845-1855, when there was no
market for cotton in Nacogdoches,
which was only a village, my gran-
dfather Moses L. Patton lived at
Patonia on the Angelina River for
five or six years. Patorna was a
very small village which was
named for Moses Patton.
He ran what was called a flat
boat. (The first one that ever went
down the Angelina River.) He
carried cotton, beef hides, wool and
etc. to Sabine Pass. Then he would
return with dry goods, groceries,
and the like, for the store that he
and Hayden Arnold owned. That
was the reason he was called Cap-
tain Patton. The groceries con-
sisted of bacon, salt, sugar, flour
and green coffee. The coffee was in
100 lb. sacks. Ready parched coffee
was unknown at that time. The flour
and sugar were in barrels.
A time when people used their
home-made candles, made of
tallow.
One day Mr. Patton had every
thing in readiness for a trip down
the river the next day (which was
Friday). The Negroes objected to
going saying, "No sah! Mas' Mose,
you knows tomarrow is Friday and
it would sho' be bad luck." He
replied that he was going on as he
was ready. He had better luck and
made a quicker trip than he ever
had.
Several years after the Pattons
moved from Patonia, Mr. June
Harris, an uncle of the late June C.
Harris, had a stock of general mer-
chandise in the same storehouse.
During that time, Miss Fannie
Robinson (afterwards Mrs. V. E.
Simpson) was teaching school at a
little one room school house called
the Grange. It was near the present
Oak Ridge school house.
One day some young people, who
lived near the Grange school house
went to Patonia on a fish fry. They
went in a wagon and spent the
night. They were: Miss Fannie
Robinson, Miss Jennie Simpson,
Miss Eugenia Morgan and Mr.
James Morgan. Also Miss Susie
Patton and Mr. William S. Patton.
The last boat that ever went down
the Angelina River was run by a
Mr. Baxter, a brother-in-law of
Miss Martha and Mr. Tom Griffith.
But he did not bring the boat back.
SIGNED: Mrs. Ella Halderman
Searching for the whereabouts
and proof of the parents of Joycle
Eliiabeth Thomas (Black), sup-
posed to be the daughter of Jane
(Hayter) Thomas and "Patty"
Thomas, an Indian who was kid-
napped from Indian Territory.
Joycle is buried in Salem Cemetery
in Nacogdoches County. She is
listed on the 1880 Census with
Friday Wade, her first husband.
Friday was the son of Prince and
Chany Wade, family No. 325 in
District II (Douglass) in the 1870
Census of Nacogdoches County.
Any information on "Patty"
Thomas and Jane Hayter Htomai
will be very much appreciated.
(Jane Hayter Thomas later
married Ike or Isaac Brown.)
•Rev. William (BUI) Forney
BoxS21,Hwy.3
Texas City West. Texas 77590
(Ph.938-863¡2)
Rirtot Bxouw...
Tke Ot Míok
"I see another bineasman is goin'
into politics," the old man said.
"That bother you?'.' I asked.
"Yes and no. If the bineesman
would jist come out and say he's
squirreled away some money-440
million or so-an' now he wants to
git into politics so he can make
speeches an' git th' low cost
■IrlrnsM policy, why, that would
suit me right up to th' handle.
"But they don't. The binessman
says he's standin* for gov'nor, but
he saws, 'I ain't a politician; I'm a
blnseemnn' That's like saytn' i
ain't a rooster, but I crow "
"What do you object to? About
the bta-«m, businessman?"
"Well, he thinks aekin' to be voted
tale efltae Is too political, but he'll
take M an
"This binessman made his, don't
you see, by importin' hogwire made
in Japan from Chinese scrap Iron.
So he says what's good for hogwire
is good for th' state. Th' binessman
he always starts with waste. He
says he don't waste nothin' in
hogwire.
"He don't waste time. He's got a
boatload a hogwire off the coast an'
he can't git it unloaded. Costs 'im
money. Waste, you see. So he gits
on the 'phone, gits after the gov'nor
or senator or secretary of th'
president t' send th' Arm Service t'
push his boot in so he can git th'
National Guard t' unload it.
"I don't want my gov'meta rm
like a bínese. I want t ge I' th'
potlofymt# wvmni inf cwv|rmraw ■
in tew* sa teU km f git s law ta
ghrta* ah el' Mlts a high fiber meal
ever'day An IwetaateU ta .d t
at th hesfcn te eoe * they s
me it ain't cost effective or that
he'll have t' git his man on waste
11' study over it 'till th' next
"No, sir, 1 want a politician-one
that's hungry an' needs his job. Th'
politician sees I can git 10 other ol*
people outta th' chair and down to
th' postofltee, an' he flggers they
must be a thousan' others, n' he
th'ows away th' book on deficit an'
waste as* responsible gov'ment
management an'he writes hiseelf s
note, says, 'A thousan' ol' folks,
mad, times M relatives sech equals
10,000 votes ever against 100,000
young ones who don't read th'news
and won't vote. Th' mathsmatics of
It,' he saya, laven your Mil. We
't afford t' let our el' voters gM
it'th'polk'
•Italian ísJTS ^ -ii — rjj " '
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Little Horses
These babies at the Adventure Acres II Ranch are, from left, Beauty, who is one year old and measures 27 in-
ches ; Tag-A-Long, 10 months and 25 inches tall; and Zeb, the youngest, only seven weeks old and 19 Inches tall.
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From.
The
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LIONS DEN
BY E.B. Musick, Jr.
Mrs. Halderman Shares Memories
Most modern girls detest four-
letter words-like wash, iron, cook
and dust. About the only golden op-
portunities some men can recognize
are blonds.
Lion President Charles Horton
noted that Lion Elmer Beckworth
was coming into the Lions meeting
just'a bit late. He also said that
something needed to be said in the
Lions Den about Lion Jack White
not attending meetings since he had
been elected Lion Tail Twister.
About this time Lion White made
his appearance and Lion Elmer
finally sat down and the meeting
was in session.
Lion President Horton reported
good results from the thing that we
sponsored a few days ago. Lion
Billy Watson reported the Rusk
Lions Club Swimming Pool was jus¡t
about filled and his thanks to Mr.
Orville L. Johnson and others for
their help in getting everything in
order.
Lion Marvin Smith reported that
the Lions Little League was doing
well and that they will appreciate
any help that the Lions or Mothers
and Dads could give in working in
the concession stands. If you can
help lease contact Lion Smith. He
said that Lion Ike Daniel is the
number one pickle seller. Lion
Beckworth said that he had that
certain pucker.
Lion Bob Pate, Pastor of the First
United Methodist Church, is leaving
us and we will certainly miss him.
Lion Ike takes the credit for run-
ning him out of town, but we know
he is just kidding and all Lions wish
him and his wife the very best. Lion
Ike included.
Lion David Fairbanks from
Jacksonville was our guest last
Thursday.
Lion President Horton asked Lion
Bill Draper for a report of our
Ladies Night and Installation
Banquet. Seems that he and Lion
Lester Hughes have not been able to
get together.
Lion Billy Watson presented a
film, "One Man's Alaska" as our
program. Such a beautiful film and
makes everybody want to go north.
We were shown this one man
building a log cabin by himself and
his lifestyle during the time he was
there. His cabin was built to take
care of him when the snow was up
to the windows. Many times you are
in isolation for six weeks at a time.
He said he was never lonely
because he was always busy. The
wonderful, beautiful mountains, the
lal.es, the trees and flowers all un-
believeable.
He was shown in his canoe and
stated when you were by yourself
you would be more careful because
you knew you had no help what-
soever. You would always check the
clouds before going on the lake to be
sure you would not be in the rain.
They have bear, red squirrels,
moose, rabbits, wolves and many
other animals, and birds.
In the summer he lived on fish
and berries and then by the 10th of
October winter started and he had
to have food stored in his cabin for
the winter. The snow was up to the
windows in his cabin and the moun-
tains were covered. Sheep were
showing digging the snow away and
eating whatever they could find un-
derneath.
One bird was shown that was
snow white during the winter and
then gradually turned brown for the
summer months, this being fbr
protection. Such an interesting ftym
and we appreciate, Lion Bifly
bringing it to us.
An executive's wife called her
husband's office and said to his
secretary: I'm at the airport, and
am flying to Miami for a few dajfe.
Will you tell Mr. Maxwell that I
forgot to turn off the electric
blanket on his side of the bed this
morning?"
"Yes, I'll tell him," the secretary
replied, "and whom shall I say
called?"
See You Thursday Noon Southern
Motor Inn.
PERSPECTIVE:
by Steve Plunkett, Pastor
First Presbyterian Church, Rusk
One of the themes that I, as a
pastor, try and put before people in
as many different ways as I can
think of is the startling proposition
that Jesus Christ frees us from the
burden of religion. Because of
God's grace, you and I can be
through with religion once and for
JCeil&i
It the Edit M
TO THE EDITOR:
We are writing on behalf of
Hilltop Addition parents to thank
the Lions Club and others for
making the recent carnival such a
success. However, we suggest that
next year it be held in a neigh-
borhood inhabited by Lions Club
members.-This will result in their
children being submitted to the
various types of people working at
such an event, a substantial in-
crease in traffic, the music and ex-
citement 'til after bedtime.
We realise the owner of the
property on which the carnival was
held had every legal right to rent it
out, but we would like those concer-
ned to know that it did cause paren-
ts in this neighborhood great con-
cern for the safety of our children.
We do thank the good Lord that
none of our 17 neighborhood
children were injured during this
extravagante as the potential
threat was great for such
We would like to suggest that neat
year's carnival he thought through;
considering neighborhood
i and potential dangers to
all. That may sound a little odd
coming from a Christian minister,
but I believe this good news is at the
heart and soul of the Gospel.
But let me quickly explain the
sense in which I use the word
"religion." You may have heard it
said that Christianity is not a
religion. Given that understanding,
Christianity and religion are
radically and utterly different. A
religion is a means by which human
beings seek to find God, while
Christianity focuses on God's fin-
ding us. In other words, a religion
focuses on the activity of humanity-
-seeking, searching, probing, trying
to find the right path that will lead
ultimately to God. Christianity, on
the other hand, focuses on God as he
pours out his grace, finding us,
forgiving and claiming us as his
own.
This is surely an oversim-
plification, but for purposes of
illustration, I find the distinction
extremely helpful because it im-
mediately moves into focus what is
Association
Schedules
Service
Jarratt Cemetery Association's
annual Memorial Service Is set for
Saturday, June • at the Cemetery
Tabernacle.
Harold Johneon, minister of the
Craft Baptist Church, will
the (fevotuMtal meeaage
primary for us. It gives a fresh,
clear way of perceiving salvation as
an act solely of God, born of his
choice, not ours-born of his free
decision to love us in Jesus Christ.
In other words, a relationship with
God has nothing to do with human
accomplishment. It is not
something, we "achieve." It is
something God gives because hé
loves us, and only because he loves
us.
The good news of the Gospel is
that God loves us just as we are. He
looks behind all our masks and
fronts, beybnd every effort to hide
what we perceive as our
weaknesses and faults and failures.
He sees us just as we really pre
deep down, and that's how he loves
us. God accepts, forgives, and loves.
the people we really are, not some
more desirable version of our-
selves! That's what I mean when I
say that the Gospel of Jesus Christ
means freedom from religion.
|at to a.m.
and etaetttn ef
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The Cherokeean. (Rusk, Tex.), Vol. 136, No. 17, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 6, 1985, newspaper, June 6, 1985; Rusk, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth151699/m1/2/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Singletary Memorial Library.