Monday, March 11, 2024

North Main Street 1919 Fire, (post #2)

 An old article found in The Owensboro Messenger, Owensboro, Kentucky, Wed. July 23, 1919, gives more information on the fire of July 22, 1919 that destroyed a section of Marion Business section.  Since The Crittenden Press office was destroyed in this fire, it's good to have information saved in another newspaper for details that we wouldn't know.

Marion, KY July 22, 1919.  More than half of the business section of this own was completely destroyed by fire of unknown origin, which broke out at an early hour this morning.  the loss is estimated at about $250,000.  Most of the buildings were well insured.

When discovered at 3 o'clock the fire was raging in the Crittenden Press building, owned by S. M. Jenkins, of this city.  It soon spread to the Marion Bank building, which was also destroyed and then consumed the R. F. Dorr furniture store, the Haynes Drug Store, Moore's grocery store, Asher's grocery, D. O. Carnahan's dry goods store, Marion dry goods store, Chandler & Chandler's grocery store, Mayes & Mayes dry goods store,  and all other buildings in the block -except the Masonic Temple.


In all, eight two-story brick structures were absolutely gutted. 

 It is believed that the fire many had originated in the Crawford Rankin Dry cleaning establishment.

The town has no water works system and the fire was fought solely by bucket brigades, in which practically all of the men of the city worked strenuously.

The flames spread very rapidly, although there was no strong wind, and this latter fact was responsible for the saving of the business buildings that were not burned.

No lives were lost and no injuries suffered.

Although the Crittenden Press building was owned by Mr. Jenkins, the paper was recently sold to J. S. Hogard.  The newspaper plant was wholly destroyed.




Wednesday, February 28, 2024

The County Farm and Old Time Coal Mining in January 1897

 These two interesting articles appearing in The Crittenden Press, January 7, 1897 107 years ago.

The County Farm.

Ever since the gold standard was fastened upon this country I have had a feverish desire to visit the county poor farm, as being the prospective future residence of myself and many other deluded silverites.  

Early Christmas morning Lynn Phillips and I started out for a general hunt, taking the road "over the hill to the Poor House."  

The poor farm is rightly names, for as it now stands it is about the poorest specimen of a farm I ever saw, consisting principally of a 15 or 20 acre field of gullies without any fence around it, adjoining the garden on the north, and a small fenced field of beautiful yellow clay opposite the house.  (This county poor farm was located at the end of W. E. Newcom Rd, off of Hwy 365)

 I learn that the farm of some 200 acres was originally purchased by the county for $2,200; that some $500 or $600 worth of timber has been realized from it and that 150 acres were sold to Eli Nunn for $500.  The land purchased by Mr. Nunn lays well, and is the only part of the farm worth shucks.

My informant tells me that Mr. Nunn offered two mules for the remainder of the farm, including the buildings.

The dwelling is beautifully located, and appears to be in a fair state of preservation. 

OLD TIME COAL MINING.

Among other old time veterans of that section I met Mr. J. W. Phillips, who is still hale and hearty in the 79th year of his age, and who has been a subscriber to the Press ever since the paper started.

Mr. Phillips at one time owned a large body of land in Bells Mines.  He told me that sixty years (1836) ago he hauled coal from what is now known as the Sneed tract to the old Lamb blacksmith shop and to old Salem.

The coal cost 12 1/2 cents a bushel at the mine and he was paid the same for hauling it.

Mining in those days was evidently in its infancy.  The dirt was first dug from the top of the coal with a pick, and the coal then cut out with an old ax and measured up in a bushel basket.

It is needless to say the miners of "stone coal holler" never went on a strike.

Monday, February 19, 2024

Pioneer Lawyers in Marion

Attorney's played an important role in the early day's of our county's history.  From the archives of The Crittenden Press we find some interesting history of some of the attorney's of the times.  For such a small town, Marion had several lawyers. 

Champion & Champion, Twin Lawyers

Nov. 15, 1904

Thomas W. Champion is one of the leading attorneys at this bar and is a member of the firm of Champion & Champion, the twin lawyers. He was born and raised on a farm in Livingston County, near Hampton, where his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joe Ben Champion, Sr. now reside.

Mr. Champion is young, yet his advancement in his chosen profession has been well marked, being one of merit from the start.

He taught school in 1899, 1900 and 1901, and attended the Bowling Green Law School where he graduated, receiving a diploma and being admitted to the Bowling Green bar in June 1902 under Circuit Judge Warner E. Settle, who is now a member of the court of appeals. He at once came to Marion and settled down, where he has since been building up a lucrative practice.

His practice is with his twin brother, Joe Ben Champion, Jr., who was admitted to the bar here. Recently, in speaking of the progress being made by these two young men, we had occasion to say: “The young men are acquiring a good practice and their patronage is increasing.” They are 24 years of age. The Messrs Champion are bright young gentlemen, hard students, eloquent speakers, and will make successful lawyers.

Strange to say, while these young men are twins, matters with which they are associated often travel in parallel lines. Judges Settles and Nunn, under whom they were admitted to the bar, being elected to the Court of appeals at the same time, and it is reported that there is likely to be a double wedding before long.

The Weddings:

On November 1st, 1904 J. B. Champion, Jr., and Miss Blanche Crawford, of Tolu, were united in marriage in Evansville at the St. George hotel. Immediately after the ceremony was performed the bride and groom, left for the World's Fair. The bride is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. G. B. Crawford, of Tolu.

 

On November 15, 1904, at the St. George Hotel in Evansville, Attorney Thomas W. Champion and Miss Daisy Towery, were united in marriage. The bride and groom at once left on their wedding trip to the World's Fair. The bride is the daughter of Aaron Towery, county judge of this county.

The offices of Marion's twin lawyers was located in the James building on E. Carlisle street.

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By 1910 both brothers had moved West to practice their profession in Ardmore, Oklahoma, with other citizens from Marion.  Thomas and wife, Daisy Towery Champion are buried in the Rose Hill Cemetery, in Ardmore, Ok.   Thomas died in 1962 and Daisy died in 1976.

Joseph B's wife, Blance Crawford Champion, died in childbirth in 1906, here in Marion and she is buried in Mapleview Cemetery close to her parents.  Joe B.  died in 1949 and is buried in Rose Hill Cemetery also.

 

Thursday, February 8, 2024

Schools For Black Children

 These two interesting articles came from The Crittenden Press

Jan. 4, 1894 - A colored school district has been organized south west of Marion and a house will be built on A. H. Cardin's farm.  Cardin donates the land and gave half the expense of building the house.  The trustees appointed by Superintendent Perry are Sam Parmer, Jno Hatcher and Wm. Braddock.

August 12, 1897 - New School House.  The new school house for colored pupils in the west end of town, near the Herod Travis brick yard, has been weather boarded and covered in, and will soon be completed.  It is about twenty four by thirty-six feet in size, will be well lighted and ventilated, and will present quite a handsome appearance, having already received its first coat of paint.

In 1846, nine schools for black children were in operation.

  • Tolu  District - 78 students
  • Hughes District - 20 students
  • Weston District - 22 students
  • Marion District - 131 students
  • Dycusburg District - 20 students
  • Piney Fork District - 30 students
  • Lead Mines District - 24 students
  • Mount Zion District - 21 students
  • Cardin District - 23 students

In 1879-82 these locations had a school for the black students. The school and teachers were listed in old school records:

  • Hurricane  - Teacher -Bell Lindsey - 33 students
  • Siloam  -  Teacher -W. L. Clark - 28 students
  • Mount Pleasant  - Teacher -E. J. Simpson - 58 students
  • Marion  - Teacher - G. W. Tinsley - 58 students
  • Green - Teacher - Louise Jackson - 43 students
  • Piney Fork  - Teacher - Marion Thurman - 32 students
  • Sulphur Springs  - Teacher - D. M. Boyd - 24 students
  • Mt. Zion  - Teacher J. F. Jackson - 42 students
  • Ford's Ferry  - Teacher A. D. Garnett - 31 students

In 1926, the Marion School Board built a one-room school building for black children on North Weldon Street at the edge of town.  The school, named Rosenwald, included grades one through eight.

Miss Lafie Coffied was the first teacher, and Mrs. Verna Coffield followed.

Rosenwald was closed in 1965 and the students entered Marion City Schools.  

Wednesday, January 31, 2024

Some Marion News in 1936 as seen by The Evansville Courier Journal

Evansville Courier and Journal, April 27, 1930

  Three Great Men Given to U. S. By Marion, Kentucky.

Two United States Senators, one Governor of Oklahoma, born in city.

  What peculiar properties of greatness does the city of Marion hold? This little city of 2,100 inhabitants has brought fourth three men who have written their names on the pages of United Sates history.

Ollie M. James one of the most brilliant orators and certainly one of the greatest figures in Kentucky history, became United States senator. W. J. Deboe, also a United States senator from Kentucky, claimed Marion as his home. Oklahoma’s second governor, Lee Cruce, was Marion born and reared.

The homes of both Senator James and Deboe still stand in this city directly opposite each other at the same street intersection. The bodies of both lay in the Marion cemetery, a towering shaft marking the resting place of Senator James.

CENTER OF MINING

Marion, the county seat of Crittenden county, lies in a section of the most scenic beauty in western Kentucky. All about are sweeping hills that break the monotony of the broad plain common to this section of the state. The city was named for Gen. Francis Marion, Revolutionary war hero.


Marion is the center of a rich mining industry, lying in the midst of one of the only two fluorspar districts in the United States of any consequence. Consequently Marion is the headquarters for several companies engaged in this industry.


In four counties in the country is most of the fluorspar produced, Crittenden and Livingston counties in Kentucky and Pope and Hardin counties in Illinois. Among the companies operating in the Crittenden county field are the Franklin, a subsidiary of the Aluminum Corporation of America; the Lafayette, a subsidiary of the United States Steel corporation; the Holly, controlled by Cincinnati capitalists; the Eagle, under control of Wheeling, W. Va., capitalists; the Independent, Gugenheim, and Kentucky Flourspar companies, privately owned and developed. The mines normally employ about 1,000 men.

 

 
The first mining in this county was done under General Andrew Jackson, later president of the United States, who operated lead mines where the fluorspar now in being mined. Lead now is a by-product.

USED IN STEEL MAKING

Fluorspar, which is used as a flux in the making of steel, and also is used by aluminum, glass, porcelain and enamel manufactures, is found below the surface of the earth for a depth of 200 to 700 feet. Most is found at 200 feet, although some of the Kentucky mines go to a depth of 500 feet and one shaft in Illinois has been sunk to a depth of 700 feet. Most of the product is used in steel making and is shipped to the larger steel centers, such as Pittsburgh and Birmingham. The mineral brings from $16 to $20 a ton, depending on the grade.


Marion recently completed the paving of two and a quarter miles of streets, at a cost of $141,000, and also installed a sanitary sewage system, at a cost of $105,000. The water system was installed within the past two years.


The city lies on U. S. highway 61, state highway 91, and is a point on the Illinois Central railroad. It has daily bus service between Paducah and Evansville and between Marion and Madisonville.


HAS EXCELLENT SCHOOL


 Boasting an excellent school Marion recently acquired, through the benevolence of a former resident who has amassed great wealth, an addition to the high school equipment. It is known as Fohs Hall, named for F. Julius Fohs, the donor. It was constructed at a cost of $150,000 and contains a lounge room, library, gymnasium and auditorium, and home economics and agriculture department. There are two graded schools, one for colored pupils. The parent-Teacher club is unusually active and each year spends about $1,000 toward the school's improvement, by adding books to the library, playground equipment, etc.

An active Woman's club has a building of its own and is a member of the Kentucky Federation of Women's clubs. The Kiwanis club is a force for community betterment. The Boy Scout organization is Particularly strong and a move is on foot to acquire a Scout building.


Dairying has become one of the leading industries in the county and much cream is shipped to Evansville daily. Corn is widely planted. Under O. M. Shelby, agriculture instructor at the Marion High School classes for farmers have been conducted trice weekly recently, with an average attendance of 70. The city has two milling companies, the Marion and the Midget mills.


The Crittenden Press, Marion's only newspaper, has been a factor in community development for 51 years. This newspaper in 1928 was awarded first prize by the Kentucky Press Association as the outstanding weekly newspaper in the state. It is edited by an able young woman, Mrs. W. P. Hogard, and has wide circulation the county.

Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Train Ride Through Crittenden County

 I love the old trains, and I love Arlo Guthrie's "City of New Orleans" , so I came up with a wonderful train ride through Crittenden County.  This was one of my article I used in The Crittenden Press.

A Magic Carpet Ride Made Of Steel

Taken from a line of a favorite song on mine, let's take a ride on a magic carpet made of steel. This will be a fun and historical train ride through our beautiful Crittenden County and along the way we'll go through towns and fields and stop at the depots along the way. The time period of our trip will be during the early and late 1900s. Our Illinois Central train ride will begin as it crosses the old draw bridge between Webster and Crittenden County.

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This historical bridge has it's own unique history. The Tradewater River railroad bridge at Blackford was a vital link for the Ohio Valley Railroad that ran from Henderson, to Princeton, Kentucky. The first bridge to be constructed was a Draw Bridge. It was shortly after 1886 when the Draw Bridge was constructed. In 1914 a new 528 ft. long bridge was build by the Illinois Central Railroad with help from the U.S. Government that included a pedestrian walk bridge. The Illinois Central Railroad design was an upgrade in structure. The IC wanted to run a larger and heavier class of locomotives to pull coal trains from Union and Webster counties to the Illinois Central Kentucky division's main line at Princeton, Kentucky and to be able to handle the car loads of fluorspar from Crittenden County to travel up north.

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As we exit to the Crittenden County side of the bridge, we'll roll by the Blackford Church Camp ground where they have a wonderful summer time camp meeting. These meetings were started as early as 1917. People from several states throughout the country came to the week-long meetings of worshiping the Lord. The camp grounds, and dinning hall would be full of folks.

The singing of my wheels will hum them to sleep each night and my whistle call will awakening them each morning as I announcement my return arrival at the bridge.

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We'll roll a short distance through the beautiful country to the community of Nunn Switch. We'll make a stop here to drop off the load of empty milk containers I brought back from Evansville, a stop here later in the day from a sister train from the south, will pick up milk filled containers for their trip back to the Evansville creamery. I'll also pick up a few passengers that are going to Marion to spend the day in town. There are several passenger trains that run back and forth during the day.

This little hamlet is known through the county as having three names, Nunn Switch, Hoods, and Gladstone, the Hood Creek school sits upon the hill not far from the depot, named for the tumbling creek that rolls through the center of the village, The children watch for me as I chug by each day, the depot was named for the Samuel Nunn family, as it sits on Nunn family land, and Gladstone for the post office located in the general store. Nunn's switch has a blacksmith, grocery store, post office and stock pins located near the depot. It's a central location for the area.

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We pick up our speed and the rhythm of my wheels rumble through fields and along bluffs as we go through the edge of the community of Mattoon. Its a busy location as roads from different parts of the county run through the town. Mattoon adopted it's present name in 1894. The business center, which had led the county in the sale of farming implements during the early 1890's, lost its tobacco stemmery and flour mill to fire in the early 1900s. The town dwindled to only one general store. The construction of U. S. Highway 60 through Mattoon was vital for the village and for a time set it back on the growing path.

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A short distance farther down the rails is the little hamlet of Repton. It's a beautiful little town situated on the I. C. railroad . It consists of two general merchandise stores, one church, school house, blacksmith shop and a number of dwelling houses and a post office is located here. There is a small ticket and freight depot located here with a stock yard near by for farmers to load their stock on train cars and send them to the stockyard at Evansville. A few more passengers board my train and get seated in the passenger cars as we head on towards Marion.

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We pass through more scenic country side and over the railroad bridge known as Harrison Trestle that is built over Brushy creek. Winslow park is located here. Not so many years ago, it was a rather bare, uninviting tract of land with a few trees, a small house in the center of it, but I see today, as I cross over the bridge, there are benches, tables, and electric lights to make it possible for a picnic to be given there with as much ease and convenience as a meal is served in the dining room of one’s home.

Mr. Virgil L. Stone, who is responsible for the many changes and improvements which have taken place at Winlow, has spared neither time nor money to make the park an attractive and inviting place for picnickers and tourists. He has also constructed some cottages for people to stay awhile if they would like.

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From Winlow Park the rhythm of my wheels hum along the rails until we get to the town of Marion. The Depot here is a center of activity. I let off my passengers from Nunn Switch and Repton, plus several business men that loaded on in Evansville. For the visitors from Evansville and beyond, there will be a horse and buggy waiting to take them to the Crittenden Hotel for their stay in Marion and Crittenden County. These are business men looking to invest in the county's rich deposits of fluorspar and other minerals such as lead and zinc. And there will be some salesmen included with the passengers also wanting to peddle their goods.

I'll unhitch a couple of my empty loading cars at the depot and they will be filled with this wonderful mineral called fluorspar. On a return trip the cars will be reattached and taken to points up north for the steel mills in some northern cities.

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On the move again we travel past country houses, farms and fields heading toward our next stop of Crayne. I'll roll over the railroad trestle that crosses the A. H. Clement road. This trestle is now gone, taken down during the last of the golden days of the train and railroads through the county. (1999).

Gone with it are the days when it was a place to explore and climb on the wooden structure, a wonderful place for young boys to spend a day.

We roll into Crayne, or in my earlier days, Crayneville. The Crayne depot sits by a large lot, known as the loading yard. Piles of fluorspar and timber will be kept here until it can be loaded in my cars. Crayne folks that rode into Marion on an earlier train, will ride back with me and depart at the little Crayne depot.

The Crayne school is located a short distance from the Depot and as I go by the children out playing will be watching and waving at me as I chug by, blowing black smoke from my smoke stack. I'm a special sight and sound and my friendly conductor will be riding on my red caboose at the end to wave back at the children as we pass by. A special time in those days gone by.

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From Crayne we travel through more beautiful rural country sides and farm lands until we reach the next community known as Mexico and a just a short distance is the community of Frances.

Children that live close to the railroad tracks watch and listen for me, my conductor looks for the children and will perhaps have some candy or gum to throw to them. Mexico also has it's own depot, and located near by is a train yard filled with piles of fluorspar waiting to be loaded. This is the heart of the great mineral-fluorspar country.

The large mining company known as Lafeyatte is located at Frances My tracks run close by the great mill and here my cars are filled with fluorspar. It's faster and easier to use train transportation than it was in the horse and wagon days, or even later with dump trucks.

I continue my journey over the hills and through woods to exit Crittenden County into the town of Fredonia in Caldwell County.

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Enjoy my ride while you can, for in a few short years I will be disappearing with many memories for all that grew up with me, the sights and sounds of my rumbling wheels on the steel tracks, my lonesome echoing whistle, my bellowing black smoke and cinders as I neared the towns and cross roads. I have run over and flattened many hundred of pennies and nails to the delight of many children through my years. Perhaps you are lucky enough to have a souvenir of these days gone by when the locomotive was king of transportation in our county.

Monday, January 15, 2024

Olive Branch Band

 I love this old story.

This wonderful old memory of long ago was written into a story by Mr. Thomas Marion Dean. Though times were hard and it had to be awful living without the gas or electric heat and electric lights that we have in our homes today, there were still fun times and many good memories. This happy time happened back in December of 1880. 

Deanwood in the snow, as it might have looked all those years ago when the Olive Branch String Band visited and played for the Dean family.
 

The mantel clock struck ten; the last candle in the old farmhouse was out. The family had retired and all a sleep, except two boys who slept up stairs, they were almost asleep.

"Listen", said one to the other, did you hear that? Yes, What do you think it was? It sounded like somebody thumping on the old bass fiddle. Through the dim starlit night we could see the 'Band' tuning up their instruments out at the gate to give us a surprise serenade.

At last all was ready, the 'Band' marched quietly to the front porch and formed a half circle. Frank raised his bow as a signal to play. As it came down across the strings the sweet notes of Life On the Ocean Waves floated over the still night air. Joe followed with his second. Elvah took up the chord on the banjo and Gus lined up with the bass fiddle. They had no lights, no charts, no director, they did not need them any more than the mockingbird does. The music was on their minds and in their souls and somehow got out through their fingertips.

I said the music, yes, and the highest class of it, with all the harmonies, melodies, rhythm that natural talent skill and practice can add to it.

We were so captivated by it we forgot everything else. But down stairs, father, mother and other members of the family dressed hastily, stirred up the log fire, lit the candle, brought the dining room chairs into the living room. We put on our pants and got down stairs just in time to hear our father's voice from the hall, telling the band to come right on in.

In a short time all were seated in a circle around a roaring wood fire. Get out the fiddles boys, that was good and we want more like it.

The band took up their instruments and sounded them; they had to be tuned again. To us boys this delay seemed awfully long. We wanted to hear them cut loose and at last they did, for nearly an hour they played such old timers as Arkansas Traveler, Sewanee River, Evalena, Finny Johnson's Waltz, Pop Goes the Weasel, Old McCormick, Lost Boy in the Wilderness, Soldiers Joy, Old Ned, Golden Slippers, Buffalo Gal, Sallie Goodin, Old Liza Jane, Billie in the Low Ground, Fire in the Mountain, Mouth of the Cumberland and others.

Then Frank said, guess we better go. Wait a minute said Father Dean, he went out but soon returned with a feed basket of old fashioned Geniton apples. A treat for the music he said passing them around. Another half hour was spent telling funny stories and eating apples, then they left, promising to come again.

To people who lived in Crittenden County, in the 1870's- and 1880's, Frank, Gus, Elvah and Joe needed no introduction, but for the benefit of this generation I'll say Frank Lamb, Gus Stewart, Elvah Stewart, and Joe Stewart composed the Olive Branch String Band. They were natural musicians to start with and they did a lot of practice playing for gatherings of all kinds. They often went serenading in the community at night, gathering a crowd as they went from farmhouse to farmhouse.

There were no Gramophones then to record this music, no moving cameras to snap and reproduce these old time farm house serenades on the scene. We didn't have the talkies to tell again the funny jokes and stories told that night, we can't see again this big old farm house, see the big family around the log fire, see the happy faces as they munched the apples and laughed so loud at the latest and best stories of the times, nor can we ever hear the band again or it's equal. But we can look back through the busy years in our memory and think over it all, and enjoy the picture in our minds, if we can't see it on the screen.

Mr. Thomas Marion Dean that wrote this story says that is was based on a visit to the Uncle Matt Dean home, partly from memory, with a little sprinkle of imagination thrown in. He and his brother W. A. 'Sandy' Dean were the two boys in the upstairs bedroom. The story was written in Jan. 1940. Mr. Marion Dean died Nov. 29, 1944 and is buried at Sugar Grove Cemetery.

For some that haven't heard the name Olive Branch before. Olive Branch was a school located about nine miles east of Marion in a wooded area 200 yards or so off the old Shady Grove Road. About 2 miles farther east would be the Deanwood community. The school in turn took it's name from the Olive Branch Church that stood near by. In the 1880's, the members of the Olive Branch Band, would have lived in this area and attended this school.

Today all this is left is the Olive Branch Cemetery. The old school and church building's have long been torn down. Today's directions to this area is from Hwy. 120 turn left onto the Earl Hurst Rd. and then turn right on the Olive Branch Rd.

Thanks to Carlos Travis for sharing this old photo of the Dean home in the winter time of long ago.