L. M. Wood and Sons: In response to the general invitation extended to former residents of Lawrence County, I proceed to write briefly, if possible concerning the few "wanderers," in this section



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(Amanda Fitzgerrel)

(Biographical Note)

Amanda Jane Roderick was born June 2, 1868 to John and Elizabeth (nee Armitage) Roderick. On December 31, 1885 she was united in marriage to Willis Workman Poland. To this union four children were born: Lizzie (b. Nov. 1886); John (b. Sep. 1889); Oliver (b. Jun. 1891); Ira (b. Jul. 1894). Willis was born in 1861 and died in 1894. Amanda then married William Marshall Fitzgerrel son of Isaac Jefferson and Maria (nee Wilson) Fitzgerrel. Amanda died October 10, 1935 and is buried in the Chauncey cemetery next to Willis.


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York, Illinois

January 18, 1918

Mr. Editor and readers of the press, and especially to my old friends, the friends of my youth:

I thought I would write you a letter through the press, to let you know that I am still among the living.

I live at York, Illinois, in Clark County, "On the banks of the Wabash." One of the oldest towns in the state, and at one time quite a commercial center, but at present there is not much left, only memories of what once was. But, we have fishing tackle and motorboats, so come to see us next summer, and go fishing and motoring.

I had been a resident of Lawrence County all my life, with the exception of two years as you all know.

As we visit the various charges of Southern Illinois Conference and make new associations, I find many nice people who are very kind, yet there is no place like old Lawrence County to me. No place so dear to me as the "scenes of my childhood." Chauncey, with its surrounding community, its churches, Sunday school, and social conditions, I hunger to go to my home church, where we have had so many good times especially at the midweek prayer service, where only a few would meet, but, thank the Lord, he is not confined to the many, that can be with the few that meet in His name.

Two of the dear ones that met with us have gone to meet their reward, and Aunt Carrie’s health is so she cannot meet as she used to. One by one we are going. How I missed the Ladies Aid Sisters, how I would like to meet with you once more. I missed the association of my children, but there is one great thought; if we live true to God we can meet where there are no more goodbyes, heartaches or tears but where all is joy for ever.

I am knitting for the "Red Cross." How I enjoyed it, just to think it was for the dear boys who have gone to the front, to fight for home and country. God bless them, and may they have a safe return. But, if some do not, may they fall with their faces Zionward, is my prayer. This is a time when we should think deeply of home, country and heaven.

Mrs. Amanda Fitzgerrel

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Rabbit Hash Reminiscence

By W. C. Fyffe of Texas



Well, well what do you think?

Here’s our "homecoming" all dressed in pink

For a progressive paper, it's now my guess

There’s none to equal the Sumner Press
As to who I am, and where I abode

I was called Billy Fyffe, of the old State Road

As I grew older some called me Bill

The old home stood just east of "Perkins Hill".
Though I've been from there many a year

Memories of the old homestead still are dear

There are friends back there I'll never forget

Though me and my pranks are forgotten a bit




One would propose, "it's a good night for coon"

So with matches and dogs, we’d hike away soon

But late in the night as our feet got sore

We build a fire and vote to hunt no more
I'm mighty glad we repented since then

For two crept to a barn and swiped a hen

It’s shocking to think of morals so loose

For two others went to Palmers, and stole his goose
And what a feast we enjoyed that night

Until Sam and his gun put us all to flight

Uncle Palmer Got even but don't ask me how

There’s other things I'd rather tell you now
For winter sport Lawrence County was great

Think of sleigh rides and how we would skate

We had so much fun, life was one great whirl

For on most of the trips we took our best girl
There was the oyster supper the red-hot game

And the old square dance which never grew tame

We take a load of girls, all dolled up neat

How each couple scrambled to get the backseat
Did we go to school? Sure, we went some

In fact always there, while the big girls come

There’d be some scrapping and a bloody spout

But all evened up the day school was out
We studied grammar and thought we were smart

As to arithmetic, we ate up "Ray’s Third Part"

Study Texas history and don't you know

It lured us on ‘till we saw the old Alamo
Could we drop in at old Springhill today

Would we see on the board that noted array?

Professor Marratta his writing being fine

Had placed four names all on one line
In an evil moment, they had broken a rule

Directors had voted-"a lickin or all leave school"

Such flinching and squirming never saw in my life

Poor Culbertson, Couchman, Pepple and Fyffe
When spring came we put in a crop

From sun up till dark we kept on the hop

After an extra hard job, we'd be told

We might take a hike to the old swimming hole

Biographical Note:

Biographical Note:

Some farmer said we were hard to match

I knew one who guarded his melon patch

Our mothers never believed us half so bad

But we knew of many a licken we “orter” had
That was in the good old summertime

The nights lively and doing fine

Apple cutting in order, Weevely Wheat the game

I laugh at our kids now they play so tame
In those days there was no submarine boat

and no airplane to get our goat

but gee! If we had a party line,

our girl's dad, would have been cussin half the time
But now in 40 years we've scattered wide

some have crossed over the great divide

but those who have moved far east or west

should greet this homecoming as the very best
And why shouldn't we form an alumni band

making the role complete as we can

so when days of greeting roll round

our mail list will be easily found?
I am located in Denton, a Texas town

my pastor called me his monkey clown

others of my family on their dignity stand

while I promise to grow civil fast as I can
My big jolly family keeps me quite spry

three bright grandchildren, you couldn't buy

youngest daughter in a Kansas college this year

another in a normal, located right here
My only boy is somewhere in France

with others enlisted he's taking his chance

but I'm believing it won't be long

till they all come home with the victory song
Till then we can only pray for the best

trusting God and our boys to care for the rest

though our hearts are heavy and sometimes sad

we should make this homecoming the best we've had
And now I close, I should have written less

but first move a vote of thanks to the Sumner Press

it's the paper of "pep" and strictly up to now

we might do without it but I hardly see how
I referred to myself, but let it be understood

it's a good report from others that’ll do me good

I trust you are prospering and happy today

so now for your letters and the good things you say

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Austin, Arkansas

January 16, 1918

Editor Press:

As I have never made an attempt to write to the Pink Press before, I will try to write a few lines, as probably some of the families and friends would be glad to hear from me.

It was about twenty four years ago in February, when my father moved to Sumner, on Tick Ridge and worked for Capt. Davis that year and then moved to T. L. Jones’s son’s farm, where Oscar Fyffe did live and probably does yet.

I was married to Laura Nadine, of West Salem, when my father lived there, and then he moved away, but I remained there three years and then moved to what was called the John Bryan farm and later bought the Uncle Neddy Heath farm later selling it, I bought the Dave Delong place, on the county line, which I sold to Otis Klingler and moved to Olney, buying stock for A. L. Odor one year and then I purchased a farm of 160 acres of land and in Lonoke County, Arkansas, and with my family of my wife and three children, moved here in November 1911, and afterwards a girl baby was added to the family, but from some cause, a death Angel came and claimed her at the age of 1 year and 10 months old.

All of the family with that exception has had good health here and like the country fine.

We have a nice home here, have built a new house and a barn.

One year ago I traded my Olney property for 80 acres in Lincoln County, Arkansas. I have not any claim on Illinois at all now.

I farm and also work at the carpenter trade too, and have more work than I can do and never run out of a job. As this is my first attempt to write the Pink Press I will close.

Sincerely,

John Z. Gorbet

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Norris City, Illinois

January 22, 1918

To the readers of the Sumner Press:

I was born and raised in Lawrence County, two and three-quarter mile southeast of Chauncey, and lived there until I was married to Frank Gray. We then moved to Norris City and bought us a little home of 50 acres, which we can now call our own. It is nicely located southeast of Norris City about two miles.

We have several close neighbors who are very good to as. We have lived here nine years in the spring and like it very much.

Have two dear children-Beulah May, age 8 and James Benjamin, age 6, who are in the second grade at school.

I have made a visit to my old home once every year since moving away. You will all remember me as Frances Haines, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John W. Haines.

We wish one and all many blessings and prosperity the next year.

Yours respectfully,

Frances Gray

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(John Z. Gorbet)

Biographical Note:

John Zachary Gorbet was born January 2, 1879 in Jackson County, Indiana to Benjamin J. and Elizabeth (nee Foss) Gorbet. Om March 31, 1899 he married Laura Isabell Nadine daughter of Frances and Mary Elizabeth (nee McManaman) Nadine, born on January 16, 1879. According to census records four children were born: Berlin Floyd (b. May 1900); Gladys Irene (b. abt. 1903); Ralph (b. abt. 1907); Ida Laura (b.1912 d. 1914). John Died on April 18, 1951. Laura died December 15,1966. They are buried next to their young daughter in Oak Grove Cemetery Lonoke County


Arkansas.


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