Amie Galloway

Interviewee: Amie Galloway
Interviewer: Maria Schleidt
Interview Date: April 14, 2008
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Interview with:          Amie Galloway

Interviewed by:         Maria Schleidt

Date:                          April 14, 2008

Transcribed by:         Mim Eisenberg/WordCraft; July 2013


MARIA SCHLEIDT:  This is April 14th, 2008. We’re at Miss Amie Galloway’s house in Parks, Arkansas, here to talk about Forester and the old sawmill. Well, thank you again for letting me come over.

AMIE GALLOWAY:  Oh, I’m just happy you came. I’m so excited that somebody is interested in doing something about the history.

SCHLEIDT:  Well, you can thank your judge. [Laughter.]

GALLOWAY:  I’m very proud of Judge [Forbes? 0:35].

SCHLEIDT:  Uh-huh.

GALLOWAY:  I’m very proud of him. I had his wife in school several years ago. I’m a schoolteacher, a retired one after thirty-eight years. I retired in ’86.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, thirty-eight!

GALLOWAY:  I taught in Yell County for three years and Scott County the rest of it.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh. So where were you born?

GALLOWAY:  I was born about a quarter mile west of here, on the little hill, in a little two-room shack. And this is my grandfather, Tarpley Bell Defoor’s old homestead. He homesteaded it from the government in 1892, and it hasn’t left the Defoor family yet. That’s D-e-f-o-o-r.

SCHLEIDT:  D-e-f-?

GALLOWAY:  -o-o-r.

SCHLEIDT:  Now, is that—

GALLOWAY:  It’s a little “f.”

SCHLEIDT:  It’s a little “f”?

GALLOWAY:  Some of them put capital F, but my father said, “We spell ours with a little “f.”

SCHLEIDT:  Since 1892?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. That’s when the homestead was [proven out? 1:38]. Came through the Dardanelle office. And my great-grandfather, who was William Martin Barrick, B-a-r-r-i-c-k, homesteaded in the Forester area 164.4 acres, I believe it was. I’ve forgotten. I’ve got the papers on it somewhere. And it’s called [the Cannon Town? 2:04] area since Forester was there.

And what I wanted to tell you: My Grandfather Barrick, whose picture’s on the wall with a squirrel on his knee?

SCHLEIDT:  Yes, ma’am.

GALLOWAY:  Now, his granddaughter painted that from a small picture that she had. And he built this terrible house here. My Grandfather Defoor didn’t have anything except the pines on the place. And I guess they started with some little sawmill. And he was a carpenter and a machinist around the Forester area. That was a rather large community, Big Cedar was before Forester came. And there was a school across the road from a little cemetery. Have you been to Forester?

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm, mm-hm.

GALLOWAY:  If you’ll notice the little cemetery on the left side of the road, with the woodman. That’s my uncle, the woodman monument, and my grandfather did the work [unintelligible; 3:07], and my Grandmother Defoor and some infants are buried there, and most of the people buried there were related to me. So right across the road south of that was—

SCHLEIDT:  So is it more of a family cemetery, or is it more of a Forester or a Big Cedar [cross-talk; unintelligible; 3:24]?

GALLOWAY:  It’s mostly a family, but there are some Forester babies buried in there. There are three just at the head of my father’s people, and they didn’t know whether they should get permission to bury them there or not. There’s some twins, the [Hight? 3:43] twins, and Juanita Hood’s baby. And my father said, “We don’t say anything. You bury those close to my people, and no one will say a word.” [Chuckles.] And then there’s another one on the other side. I’ve forgotten. And then Bill Taylor, who’s on the society at Waldron, has twin brothers buried in there. They have a marker. And his sister has a baby buried in there. So those are Forester babies. But the others are just family people from Big Cedar.

And the school was across the road there, south of the cemetery. And I’ve got the old copy of the deeds on that. And that was left off on this last deed. It sort of disturbed me. I don’t know whether it’s supposed to be on there or not when the Forest Service took over from Johnny Chambers. I think it was the Campbell and Barker giving the land back to Johnny Chambers, and it was left off of the Campbell-Barker deed, because I looked it up in the Scott County Courthouse, and it had always been mentioned. It’s right in the center of Section 36, Township 2 North, [unintelligible; 5:02] 27 West, and I’m in the center of 35 here.

So my father taught a little school just south of that little cemetery. That was a little schoolhouse and a church for Big Cedar. I have a picture of it when he was about fifteen, going to school there. He went into World War I. He taught I think one term before World War I, and then when he came out either two terms or one. I’ve forgotten. But I’ve got his certificates.

And that was District 4 school, and when Forester came in, they used the same number, District 4. Of course, it’s a different location on the plateau, on the hill.

SCHLEIDT:  So you’re saying that when Forester came, that school closed?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh.

SCHLEIDT:  That little school closed, and then they opened one for Forester.


SCHLEIDT:  And what kind of school was in, one room?

GALLOWAY:  No. I’ll show you right here, because I went to school until I got out in the ninth grade. The church—I believe this is the little tall white belfry that was beside the church, and here’s the first grade room, the beginning room, and this was Miss Hill. [She? 6:19] married [Lorraine? Lorain? 6:18] Sanders of Cedar Creek. They were staying at the hotel, and they got married there, and when she and Lorraine died, they’re buried in the Sanders cemetery here at Cedar Creek. And then there’s another teacher, Bernice [Erwin? 6:30], married a Cogburn, [Normal? 6:35] Cogburn, who is a distant cousin of mine on the maternal side, and she and her husband are buried in the Cedar Creek Cemetery. We have three cemeteries. Two are active, and one is inactive. But there’s also a cemetery that I don’t think [chuckles] anyone has located on the plateau at Forester. And my father called it the [Griffith? 7:00] cemetery.


GALLOWAY:  It’s close to the old road. I know where the old road—that went by the ballpark?—


GALLOWAY:  —and closer to the Cedar Creek out there, since they crossed it further up than the road is now that goes to 270.

SCHLEIDT:  So there’s the Big Cedar Cemetery, which is basically your family’s plot.


SCHLEIDT:  And Sanders?

GALLOWAY:  The Sanders cemetery is on down the road. I don’t know if you noticed the sign. There’s a white church on the hill?


GALLOWAY:  Or community building. And then underneath you’ll see a Sanders Lane?


GALLOWAY:  And you take that road, and it may go back up on a hill. It’s behind Mildred Laird’s house, which is a two-story building on top of the next hill east, that goes behind—you can see when you go up to her house—you can see the Sanders cemetery.

SCHLEIDT:  So the Sanders, the Big Cedar, and what’s the third one called?

GALLOWAY:  Just Cedar Creek. I think it used to be called—I believe Sanders used to be called [Tate? 8:05]?

SCHLEIDT:  Tade? T-a-d-e?

GALLOWAY:  I’m not sure, but I think that was it years ago. And this Cedar Creek possibly may have been called Big Cedar, but now we call the one near Forester Big Cedar because it’s in the Big Cedar area. But I think where the Cedar Creek Cemetery Road is, that is Big Cedar from down up, and I think—now, it was [unintelligible; 8:32] on this Big Cedar, and I don’t know what they call this one up here.


GALLOWAY:  But we called it Big Cedar. Now we have Cedar Creek. After they combined Little Cedar and Big Cedar, we call it Cedar Creek now, all of it.


GALLOWAY:  [Chuckles.]

SCHLEIDT:  It gets confusing after a while.

GALLOWAY:  Yes, it is confusing.

SCHLEIDT:  So the building on the right-hand side right here is the elementary or primary—

GALLOWAY:  It was first grade.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, just first grade?

GALLOWAY:  Yeah, we didn’t have a nursery or anything back then.


GALLOWAY:  Now, this picture, I believe, was either 1939 or ’40. If I can put it like I’d be seeing it—this is north. I think I’ve got my directions right. And so the little white church is at the end of the business street, to the west, and this is first grade. And then they could change up from year to year, depending upon how many students was in each grade. And directly down—you see the planer mill there?

SCHLEIDT:  Yes, ma’am.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. The fifth and sixth grade building was down in here somewhere. That was the next one, when I went to school.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. Behind the trees.

GALLOWAY:  Yes. And then right here was the second and third grade building. But it just depended on the overflow of kids, of whether to have one grade or two. And this was the third and fourth grade. And one of the sweetest teachers I ever had was Miss [Pannell? 10:11]. She had a short leg, and she wore a steel brace a [foot sole? 10:20]. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one. She was beautiful and such a good teacher.

And later they moved in another building, [unintelligible; 10:28], the seventh, eighth and ninth grade building when I was going to school, now, in the new school in Forester, where I taught, and it was moving away. We only had eight grades. But back in these years, there were ninth grades, and I’ve got my diploma, being promoted from Forester, from this [unintelligible; 10:47].

And my principal was Charles Robertson. I think he was from Booneville, but this man is Morgan [Griffith? 10:56], and I was also in the seventh, eighth or ninth—seventh and eighth in his room, and he moved down near Hope. And my daughter was born in the Hope-Hempstead Hospital. I lived at Spring Hill, and while I was there, I heard that he was a Church of Christ minister. I believe it was [unintelligible; 11:18], and I went to hear him one Sunday. It was nice to know where he was.

This is Miss [Steele? 11:28].

SCHLEIDT:  So we’re—okay. Mrs.?

GALLOWAY:  Mrs. Steele. Now, I’m either mixed up with Mrs. Steele or Mrs. [Sossman? 11:38]. Mrs. Sossman married a Carlisle, who was a captain in the service. I remember him coming in. But I do believe that’s Miss Steele. It doesn’t look like Miss Sossman. But I know this is Miss Erwin. And I’m not sure this is Miss Pannell or the lovely teacher that they brought in for the overflow building before you got [to here? 12:00]. I think she had something like the sixth grade.

SCHLEIDT:  So where’s sixth grade? First grade, fifth grade, third, fourth—

GALLOWAY:  This is first grade. And when I was in school there, it was fifth and sixth, the building here.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, okay, okay.

GALLOWAY:  And then second, third.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, second and third.

GALLOWAY:  No, it was only second.


GALLOWAY:  Because I’ve got a picture with third and fourth.


GALLOWAY:  Here. Miss Pannell. And then I’ve forgotten what that lovely teacher’s name was that came in later, but this was seventh, eighth and ninth. And at first it was just one—see, these are residential homes that they hauled out and made classrooms. And it didn’t have a library in the early days when I was going to school. They finally brought another residential home and put it out here.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, on the other side of this. Okay.

GALLOWAY:  It had a library. And it was hard for the principal. He had seventh, eighth and ninth, and he couldn’t teach all of those, so he’d send us out for math down to the fifth and sixth grade children.

SCHLEIDT:  [Chuckles.]

GALLOWAY:  There was a Mrs. Wilson. It wasn’t Judge Wilson’s mother, although Judge Wilson’s mother was a teacher, too. But I know she had kind of palsy, and she’d shake, you know? But she was a good teacher. And then he’d send us for English to Miss Pannell. But I don’t remember being sent out to one of these.

And in the middle of this—it’s not showing because we were all stacked up there, but there’s a fountain right in the center.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, okay.

GALLOWAY:  You know, we’d come out to the center to get a drink. And it had several spouts around it. It was circular. And we had outhouses down here somewhere. Now, this planer is further off than it might look like it is, because there’s a road.

Now, this was—at the end of—I hope I’ve got my directions right. I made you a little—[Unfolds a document.]

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, a map.

GALLOWAY:  I don’t know if you can tell anything about it or not. I’m not sure. Let’s see. This is west. I have to turn it around. This is supposed to be north.


GALLOWAY:  And south. Okay. Now, this is what I call the main street of Forester.


GALLOWAY:  It was wide. And on the—right here was the commissary, and it had a nice house on the west side of it. It was in with the commissary. And the commissary had dry goods. It had a butcher, a meat market. On one side it had—on the west side, they had the groceries and the meat market, fruits and things like that. And then on the east side of it was the dry goods area. It was rather large. And in the center of the commissary—it was just a long building east and west—they had an office, county, up above. And I know there were metal lines [chuckles]—I don’t know what I’d call them—that would be taking the tickets up to the office, and coming back, you could see the little things running along. That’s how they kind of [gauged? 15:39], I guess, back then.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, boy.

GALLOWAY:  I don’t know how to explain it to you.

Then, as you’re going east from the commissary building, which was a long building here, you had a playground. There was a little road going here, and then there was a playground for the kids. I know we had seesaws and swings and—I don’t know what that thing was called where we all could get—it was a chain hanging down with a place to put your hand, grip your hands, and there were several around that, sort of like a Maypole, and we’d start ourselves on the ground, running around and around and around, and then when we’d get going so fast, we’d just go up in the air, all of us. I’ve forgotten what that was called. It was sort of like a flying jenny, I guess.

And then right down this way from the playground was the barbershop, and it also had a beauty shop. One area in it was barbershop, and one was beauty shop. And then across the road from there was the hotel, and then the railroad depot, and there’s a railroad that ran up through here. And the post office was right here. And then the constable’s home at the last. It was Mr.—oh, now I’ve forgotten his name—Whisenhunt. Bill Whisenhunt lived there, and there may be another residential home there.


GALLOWAY:  Mr. McEwen’s was at the end of this, where it went by the hotel?


GALLOWAY:  And right down at the end of that street was Mr. McEwen’s home. And this is, like, we’re coming in from Highway 28. I’m sure the road is not like that. And this goes out to Angel Town, across the Cedar Creek, like you’re going to 270?


GALLOWAY:  And then here, you’re going to Cannon Town, and you’re also turning around here and going to the sawmill. And there’s a machine shop down there, where a foundation is. I’m sure you have seen that, just before you get to the pond?


GALLOWAY:  Then Cannon Town, you’d take a road there, and the barracks place was back in here, along the Cedar Creek. And on your maps, do you show a Barrick hole of water? B-a-r-r-i-c-k.

SCHLEIDT:  I’m not sure.

GALLOWAY:  Where kids used to swim. That’s what they called it long ago. I know just about where it is. That’s where his home was. But it was the Barrick hole of water. [Chuckles.]


GALLOWAY:  And then the Cannon Town kids would swim there. But most of the kids from the [Whites? 18:28], the plateau, the greenhouses, would go down behind African-American Town. They called it a name we don’t use now. I’m sorry to say that, but that’s what it was. The kids would go down, and that was their swimming hole. And there was also a pump down there. Caddo [River Lumber Company], I believe, started that pump line from Forester down through Cedar Creek area and on to Fourche River. And there’s a little house out—where my father had his shop. That was in his field. And when Forester moved out, he moved it up to help himself. And they had pumps in there, and they’d pump water through a pipe to the mill up there when they’d get low on water.

They also had a water tower—let’s see. The water tower was in this area, and that cemetery was somewhere in this area. And the judge, federal judge, William R. Wilson’s home was right in here. It was right at the edge—it’s kind of a bluff, like you’re seeing the creek down the bluff. And down here would be Angel Town. But he was up on the bluff. And since he’s a federal judge, I think that’s good to know. [Both chuckle.]

And then the L.D. Williams’ home. Did I put that on anywhere? Yeah, it’s like you’re coming up—you know, when you first go up on the plateau? Well, that big white house that’s down there at Cedar Creek, close to the chicken houses—and I think it’s the Laotian family that lives—that was L.D. Williams’ home, and that is built well, and that was moved by Earl Herron when Forester left out to Cedar Creek, and then Earl sold it to I’ve forgotten who, and then Mildred Laird and John Laird exchanged their place in Waldron at that time for this house, and then they left it, moved up on the hill, where her grandmother, which is my great aunt, lives, and the Laotian family has it now. But anyway, Charles Williams—that was his grandparents—when he comes through, he usually stops by there to look because he was raised in that town.

And the theater was down in here, from the L.D. Williams home, as you were going on up toward the main district. The theater was in this area somewhere. And it was a nice one. It was, I believe, nicer than the one at Waldron. And it was during segregation, and the blacks were in the balcony, and we sat down below. I didn’t get to go much because I was a farm girl and we didn’t have the fifteen or twenty cents it took to get in, but when I got sixteen, I got to go in free. Every sixteen-year-old. And it was Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney, and I’ve forgotten what the name of it was, but I thought that was the best show [laughs] I’d ever seen. It was the only one! [Laughs.]

SCHLEIDT:  Why did you get to go in free? Because you turned sixteen?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. It was just because you were sixteen.

SCHLEIDT:  And Forester had a policy that if you sixteen—

GALLOWAY:  I guess so, because I got in free. I don’t know if they were just favoring me, but I felt like it was everyone that got to be sixteen. And I hardly ever got to go to the show when I got older and dated some. The Maxey boys would take me to the show. I think that was during the time I was teaching down in Yell County and I’d come home. They’d take me to the show. They were mostly friends.

And now on the other side, the drugstore, see, was right across from the commissary?


GALLOWAY:  And the business office, where they got paid and where the [unintelligible; 22:38] were underneath the ground, was next to the drugstore, going east. And then this was a two-story commissary building—not commissary, community hall building. It was two stories. It was white. And the Masonic lodge was on the second floor, and on the first floor it was a big area that had a little kitchen in the south part of it, and the north part was just a big room where the PTA meetings and, you know, community functions were held. And then there’s a residential—


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GALLOWAY:  Then there’s a residential home. There’s either one or two in here, before you get to the doctor’s house. There’s a little road right in there. And then the doctor’s office was the last house.

SCHLEIDT:  The last building?

GALLOWAY:  The last building there before you start down the hill.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, okay.

GALLOWAY:  Before you started going to either Cannon Town or to the sawmill or to the African-American Town. You could go that way [to theirs? 2-0:26]. They followed the creek. And they also had some last buildings on a little island of Cedar Creek there, and they’d have those iron pumps?


GALLOWAY:  You know, that you’d pump the water?


GALLOWAY:  Oh, I just loved to do that [laughs; unintelligible; 2-0:40]. We used water from a spring, and later we had a dug well. They had a barrel house, the African-Americans did, and we were cautioned—we’d sell peas and corn, things like that to them, but my father would say, “You stay away from there on payday” because the barrel house was very exciting. I think the company, Caddo, must have started this—would let them have beer and possibly liquor. That was okay for them to have it. And then they had a juke box in there, and, my, was it loud! And they were having good times. I often wanted to go in to see, but I was forbidden to, and we shouldn’t be there around payday because that’s when they liked to drink, and some of them get in fights.

I know one time my sister and I were going to collect some money. We’d take our peas up on the thirty-minute bell. We could hear it from here, the school. It was a church bell and a school bell. And we’d go by the Black Town, and here come the ladies running out, and the ones that meant to pay you would pay you about ten cents a bucket, a large bucket full of peas or turnip greens, whatever. And they knew that we had just so many minutes to get to school, which was a little ways from their place, and so they’d say, “I’ll pay you payday.” And, of course, we can get rid of our peas. We didn’t want to take them to school. But we’d go back and try to find those that would pay on payday, and we didn’t usually find them.


GALLOWAY:  They weren’t where they said they would be. But most of them were just very sweet. And they’d come out and help us pick up [unintelligible; 2-2:32] potatoes, and the little girls—I was so naïve at that time, during segregation. I had friends, the little black girls. They were so nice. And when we’d have PTA meetings at the white school, at the community hall building, like I told you—well, my sister and I would be let out at two o’clock in the afternoon. That’s when they had their PTA meetings once a month. And we’d go by the black school. The black school had from first to the eighth grade. And the teacher, the lady teacher was so nice. She had a big box of candy, although the bar of candy might cost you a dollar now, but it was nickel bars then, and we’d like Babe Ruth [sic; Baby Ruth. Source:] and Three Musketeers. Anything you wanted, she had it in there, and she gave that to her guests. My sister got a bar of candy, and I got a bar of candy. That’s about the only candy we got except at Christmastime, which would be peppermint or something.

And then she’d send my sister and me to the board. I suppose she was trying to find out if the white school was more progressive than her children, and treated us like queens. I was the slave up on the hill. I had to throw the rope for the other kids. [Laughs.] And I had [the jump board last? 2-3:52]. And so down at the black school, I was a queen. They’d do the rope for me, and I got to be first [board? 2-4:01]. You know, we would make—we’d make a visit there every month, because it was on our way home—you know, as we were walking home, we’d go—

SCHLEIDT:  Was it a white teacher or a black teacher?

GALLOWAY:  It’s a black teacher.

SCHLEIDT:  Black teacher?

GALLOWAY:  She was the sweetest thing. I wish I knew more about her. Just a lovely person. And I thought, Well, I wonder why they never come up to our school. See, I was so naïve, I didn’t know what segregation was. [Chuckles.] But it was really nice.

Then on the west side, there was a big garage there, and Loy Rogers was the one  remember—

SCHLEIDT:  What’s his name?

GALLOWAY:  Loy, L-o-y, I believe. I went to school with his daughter, Frances Fern, that married a Dalton. There were probably others that managed the garage, but I just remember the Rogers. And their home was right next to the garage out here, so it made it handy for him.


GALLOWAY:  And then there were several residential homes here, along this and, of course, back in here. And then you got down to the end of this business street, and there was that white church with the little belfry, whatever side the belfry was on, a little long belfry. And I got to ring the bell once. Oh, I thought you were something if you were selected by the principal to ring the bell. It’s a huge bell, and you get a hold of the rope, and I was rather small anyway, and you’d pull for all your might, and then it would take you up in the air. It would take you up in that little belfry, you know. And that’s what made it so interesting. All kids wanted to ring the bell.

The new school, where I taught when Forester was leaving out—I taught there a year and a half. It was the term of ’51-’52. And then I taught the fall of ’52, and they took me into Waldron in January of ’53. It was sort of sad, especially in ’52. The families sometimes, after they got their notice, they’d  move away, trying to find a job. And then they’d move right back, and I’d have those same kids, you know, for a week or two. It was really bad on the children.

We had our last Thanksgiving meal—I got a little picture somewhere, if I can find it, that shows the inside of the new school, and Miss Roy Wilson, who is Judge Wilson’s mother—there were three teachers at that time. They had already taken the other three in Waldron. And it shows the little kids around the table. My mother had cooked a chicken and made some chicken dressing. I remember that day we took it up there. And then some of the other family—Mr. Mac—Mr. McEwen—we called him Mr. Mac—had a little black loaf pan. He made a cake because his wife, Mrs. McEwen, taught music at Waldron. And so he was there by himself, and he wanted to be a part of it. He was a board member. So he baked this little shake [sic], and it was good. And the little boys just went wild about that cake that Mr. McEwen made. I can remember that.

And then I’ve got a picture that shows—I think it was my kids. I had probably the seventh and eighth, but when Mrs. Wilson and I were the last two there—and she was the very last one; I was next to the last—she had first, second and third grade leftovers, and I had fourth through the sixth because they had already taken the seventh and eighth grade children in with Mr. [Poole? 2-7:53], which was the principal there in Waldron.

SCHLEIDT:  And when was that? When do you think they sent the older kids to school in Waldron?

GALLOWAY:  Okay, and that was the year I was teaching, so it must have been my first term of ’51 and ’52, and then the fall of ’52 there was a man from Arkansas Gazette came out and took our pictures, and I have a picture somewhere in here—[looks through documents]—of what he took. And Mrs. Wilson—he interviewed Mrs. Wilson. This is Miss [Laughton? 2-8:26]. There were three of us there at that time. Miss Wilson has braids up on her head. This is she. This is myself.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, my!

GALLOWAY:  My name was Chancellor at that time. And my maiden name is Defoor, and then I married a Chancellor, and then I married a Galloway, so when the kids see me, whatever they call me, I usually know, you know, where I was. And some of these kids, I can name, and some of them I can’t. But that’s how many were there. Now, I’d say that’s the term of ’52. That’s the fall of ’52 when this was taken. And this came out in the Arkansas Gazette, the interview, and I don’t know whether Judge Wilson ever found it or not. If not, I made him a copy of this. This was a smaller picture, and I made this at [unintelligible; 2-9:17]. I thought it was nice.

And this is when I was going to school there. [Sound of rustling papers.] This was during a reunion, and that came out in a local paper. That’s Judge Wilson. They honored me as the Amie Galloway Day, I believe is what they called it.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, you spell Amie with an i-e?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

SCHLEIDT:  What is the correct spelling of Forester?

GALLOWAY:  The way?

SCHLEIDT:  The correct spelling.

GALLOWAY:  Not a double “r.”

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, no?

GALLOWAY:  I tell you, I cannot—Evelyn Smalling and myself are trying to correct this, and I believe Evelyn has gotten Judge Forbes on the right track. [Chuckles.] But every time it comes out in the paper, they have two “r’s,” and I’ll tell you why. It was supposed to be named for [Charles A.] “Charlie” Forrester, who was a rather rich person at Waldron. A lot of Forresters up there. They had a lot of money. And somehow they got the railroad right-of-way—I don’t understand this. But anyway, Charlie Forrester I think had helped Forester to get the land down in this area, but the Caddo decided, “No, we’re not gonna spell it—we’ll call it Forester, but we’re not gonna spell it like his name, which has a double ‘r’; we’re gonna spell it like Forest, F-o-r-e-s-t, and put an –e-r, Forester.” And I’ve got letters somewhere in that junk room that’s addressed to F-o-r-e-s-t-e-r, and Evelyn Smalling that you talked to was one of the last postmasters down here at Cedar Creek, so I’m sure she has a stamp or something that would show the official—it’s F-o-r-e-s-t-e-r.

SCHLEIDT:  All right.

GALLOWAY:  And this—you probably saw her little book.

SCHLEIDT:  No, I didn’t see that.

GALLOWAY:  Well, this is Dr. Thornton’s home, and this is his office, and somewhere out in the garage I’ve got the metal chair. It’s like the ones that were in the drugstore, that looked like leather, round—had a button in the center?


GALLOWAY:  You’ve seen chairs like that, kind of puffed up here.


GALLOWAY:  They were supposed to be nice chairs back then. Little round tables in the drugstore. But I guess the doctor got one of those chairs that was worn out, or else he had so many patients they [set? 2-11:48] the cushion part out and he had a metal down below, and I’ve got that old chair out there. The blacks and the whites sat in that chair, and there’s no telling how many people came into his office.

SCHLEIDT:  So he was a doctor for the white—


SCHLEIDT:  Okay, and the blacks.

GALLOWAY:  And the black, uh-huh.

SCHLEIDT:  And the blacks, okay.

GALLOWAY:  And he’d come down here to see us when I sick several times. He had a little one-seated black car. I don’t know what type it was. And he was a sweet person. He would make you feel better when you saw him coming, you know? And one time, he brought [Bowman? 2-12:26], which—I showed you my sister was standing—that’s his youngest son. I believe this is he right here. He’s deceased now. Lived in Oklahoma when he died. He had him as a little boy when they came down here one day, and I think I was the sick one with a fever. And up there around the cemetery there was a terrapin [a type of turtle] crawling across the road, so the doctor stopped, and he says, “Bowman”—Bowman was just, I guess, five or six—“Bowman, what is that in the road?” And Bowman said, “It’s a bug in a box.” [Laughs.] That was so cute.

SCHLEIDT:  “A bug in a box.”

GALLOWAY:  He said, “That’s a bug in a box.” [Laughs.] Now and then, Evelyn Smalling—she’d write for the paper. You know, she writes these little books now. She knows as much about Forester, about the loggers at first—

Here’s my diploma from the Forester school.

SCHLEIDT:  Nineteen forty-two.

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. That’s when I graduated from the ninth grade, so I went into Waldron tenth, eleventh and twelfth, and I graduated in ’45. There were only thirteen of us that graduated at Waldron in ’45 due to the World War II. The boys—most of the boys were gone. We had two or three in our class. That was the smallest class that’s ever graduated from Waldron School. [Chuckles.]

Here are some of the Forester kids. [Oleda Goodman? 2-14:07]—she runs a little park down there. I believe they’re all Forester kids, because I know some of them. I know Pauline Reagan. I know the Forester names. But I believe this is Judge Wilson’s class.

Now, here is a picture—and I can’t identify these—Geraldine Angel, before she married John Wiley, was in here, and I can’t even find her. And I can’t identify that man teacher. I don’t know if he were the principal or if he were fourth grade or what, but I understand this was fifth and sixth grade.

And I’ve got—

SCHLEIDT:  Who has the original photograph?

GALLOWAY:  Dick Buck. I wish you’d get him, now. He lived in Angel Town. Wallace Jess Buck. His father’s name was Jess. He could tell you all about the logging and probably tell you everyone that’s on that. And he’s not in good health. He lives near Mena, and he either dates a woman over there or he’s married to her, and I’ve forgotten which. But he could really enlighten you on these. He’d talk to you for days.

And here, one summer—and I was teaching, I think, at Fourche Valley and I’d come in for the weekend—this is my niece.

SCHLEIDT:  The little girl?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. And this is my sister, the little girl’s mother. I only have a sister. And this is my aunt, my mother’s sister, and that’s my mother. This is Ruby Laird, from Cedar Creek. And that was a skating rink, and that was beside the theater that summer. It doesn’t show the theater, but this was just beside it. I wasn’t skating. I think I just went to look at everybody else.

This is my picture when I taught at Forester. I guess that was the first term.

SCHLEIDT:  Very nice.

GALLOWAY:  And here is inside the hallway of the new building. And that foundation’s still up there. It was close to the ballpark. It’s maybe up there. I haven’t been up there in a long time. Let me see, that’s mostly my students. I think this is my head; I’m not sure. And I think Mrs. Wilson. I don’t know. And my mother’s in there somewhere. The little Hunt boy. And he’s deceased now. And one is a Thompson. I’d have to get my magnifying glass.

Here is in the hallway. You can see a little bit. I think that shows the water fountain.

SCHLEIDT:  Yes, it does.

GALLOWAY:  And this is the little folks at that same day, that Thanksgiving Day.

This is little Bill Whisenhunt, and he has a monument at the pavilion. It’s a beautiful monument with little brass [unintelligible; 2-17:09].

SCHLEIDT:  We saw that.

GALLOWAY:  He requested his ashes be brought back and scattered in the Forester area, and he wanted his monument there at the pavilion. His two sister—one is a Copeland, and I don’t know who the other one man. One is Jo [Katherine? Catherine? 2-17:25], and the other is Patsy. But Patsy and [Donny? Donnie? 2-17:30] Copeland, the one she married—they live down south somewhere. Anyway, they’re going to come up the week before we start cleaning up for the Sunday in October.

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm. The reunion?

GALLOWAY:  The first Sunday in October is when we have the reunion, so they’re going to bring their mobile home up and help us clean up.


GALLOWAY:  And here’s a picture that some of the kids—I never take any pictures, but they’re always sending me some. And I don’t know what year that is unless it tells.

SCHLEIDT:  Two thousand three.


This is [Woody Ginn? 2-18:03], because he was the tallest one there. I think he was either from Oklahoma or Texas. But this is a Maxey girl that married a Yandell. She lives at Hardy. And this lady is deceased. She’s one of the Turners. “Sweet Pea” is what her sister called her.

SCHLEIDT:  [Chuckles.]

GALLOWAY:  And the reason I know she’s [unintelligible; 2-18:22].

Here are three classmates. This is Alan Pettijohn from Louisiana, and he could name all of these kids, and I tried to get all the names down, and I lost out. The heads are so close together. You know, if I had a copy of this with just heads and then look at this and had him, we could name every one of those.


GALLOWAY:  This is myself, and this is Frieda Jean Turner. This is the sister to Sweet Pea, who passed away with cancer.

And this was another year, and this is three of my classmates at Forester. This is myself. This was an earlier picture than that. And this, [Sybil] Marise Rapp (R-a-p-p) Mixon [Source:]—she died at Fort Smith when they moved to Fort Smith a few years ago. Her father was a butcher in the commissary.

This is Betty Sue [Hamm-Gregg? Hamm Gregg? 2-19:19]. I’ve forgotten where she lives now. And she was there last year, she and her sister. Her father was a boss, Mr. Hamm. I love that family because my sister and I were just little country girls, and it came a big rain one day when school let out. I mean, it was just a flood. Uncle Bud’s  Creek [sic; Uncle Bud Creek. Source:] was just really big. That’s named for my grandfather. Everybody in the country called him Uncle Bud.

And so Harold—there were three kids—Harold, Betty Sue and Clara, and Harold was just learning to drive that one-seated black car. It looked sort of like a doctor’s car. And he was shy. He didn’t like girls to be around him at all, but his mother said, “Now, if you’ll take those two little Defoor girls down to where they can walk home, up their hollow [which she pronounces as holler],” he said, “you can drive the car.” And we had to sit in the seat with him, you know, and I could tell it was very disturbing to him. But in order to get to drive, he brought us down to where we could come up—and then we had to look for a log because we didn’t have a bridge across Uncle Bud’s [sic] Creek at that time. My father only had a wagon and team. They could go across high water. But Betty Sue and Clara came this last October, and Harold is deceased. But one time he came, and I reminded him of it, and he still blushed. [Laughter.]

Now, we got one more. This is Wallace Buck. “Dick” we called him. This is Alan Pettijohn and myself, preaching [unintelligible; 2-20:58]. That’s the same day he was preaching, I think.

Now, here—I’m pretty sure this is the one that wants to come—she and her husband, Donny Copeland. Donny Copeland’s mother and dad had—they were the last hotel managers.

SCHLEIDT:  What was the name, again?

GALLOWAY:  Copeland.

SCHLEIDT:  Copeland. Okay.

GALLOWAY:  Fred Copeland and—what in the world was her name? I just loved her. But anyway, it’s Donny’s mother and dad. And he married—I believe this is Patsy Whisenhunt that he married.

This is a student of mine, Kevin Brown, and his mother was a Maxey. The Maxeys lived where the old road came out into 28, and we would walk there over—the old road went from my sister’s vacant house down there, right in front—if you remember where that vacant house is. This must be the same year, and that’s [unintelligible; 2-21:52] and myself, and I believe that’s Kevin. I believe that’s [Kenneth L.] “Ken” Smith, that wrote Sawmill[: The Story of Cutting the Last Great Virgin Forest East of the Rockies].

This is Rose Smalling. Rose married a Smalling, who is a brother to the one that Evelyn married. This is Frieda Jean Turner. And that’s Jo [Katherine? Catherine? 2-22:18] Whisenhunt, now, and this is a Smith girl. She married a [unintelligible; 2-22:23] down at [Bradley? 2-22:23].

Here’s—what is his name? Louis Matthews drove my school bus when I was in high school.

This is my picture somebody took. [Laughs.] I tell you, they just me all—everything.

This is the Maxey girl that married the Yandell down at Hardy, and this is John Ferguson. He lives in Alma now, and we’re thinking about trying to get him to be put on our board because most everyone on the board—they have died. Just a few of us left.

SCHLEIDT:  And what was her last name again?

GALLOWAY:  Her last name was Maxey when she lived up here, but it’s Yandell now. She married L.D. Yandell, Y-a-n-d-e-l-l. And the Maxeys—they have about the biggest family that lived in Forester. I believe they were either seventeen or eighteen children. [Laughs.] Frank Maxey. And he took care—he was a night watchman on the train. Frank Maxey. Had a lot of kids.

SCHLEIDT:  Seventeen, eighteen. That’s a lot of mouths to feed!


[End File 2. Begin File 3.]


GALLOWAY:  This is Frieda Jean’s husband. They were from Texas. [unintelligible; 3-0:10] Isn’t it awful? He’s a Forester boy. He’s a big boy. And he lives around Waldron. [unintelligible; 3-0:22]. And his brother comes from Hot Springs. I believe his name is Bill, if I could just think of the last name.

SCHLEIDT:  Watkins. Dwayne Watkins.

GALLOWAY:  Thank you.

SCHLEIDT:  Dwayne Watkins.

GALLOWAY:  Yes, Dwayne Watkins, and his brother, Bill, comes from Hot Springs, and Dwayne lives down 80 at Waldron there somewhere. Oh, me. I think that’s Frieda Jean there. And you can sort of see parts—that around the pavilion, what you see in these pictures.

And here’s Billy Herrin, and he lives at Hector, Arkansas. And this is Earl Sanders. Has a little home down at Cedar Creek, but he lived in Kansas City, and he’s dead now.

SCHLEIDT:  That’s a shame. But it’s good, I guess, that you have these pictures.

GALLOWAY:  I want to show you something that’s interesting that I found in the genealogy department, and they’ve got Forester spelled wrong, too. See there, the two r’s?


GALLOWAY:  Well, this was the Cedar Township, and you see—somewhere it’ll say Cedar Creek. Cedar?


GALLOWAY:  And this is a cousin of mine that was a sheriff and judge for twenty-something  years.

SCHLEIDT:  [unintelligible; 3-1:38]?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. And his folks. Is that a Barrick?

SCHLEIDT:  Barnett.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, Barnett. Okay, the Barricks were gone at that time. But it’ll say Forester, and then the names under there were the Forester people living, and that’s thirty-one that paid their poll taxes. I know my father’s name is down in Defoor somewhere.

SCHLEIDT:  Defoor, W.A.?

GALLOWAY:  Levard. And Levard is on my road sign down there, if you’ll notice, Levard Lane?


GALLOWAY:  That’s my father’s name. He was Tarpley Bell Defoor’s son. And I guess that’s a capital F, and he would turn over in his grave if they did that. And [Jesse? Jessie?] Diamond was the boss’s daughter, L.D. Williams’ daughter. She married a Diamond. And one of her sons got killed in World War II. And Dan Reagan. I showed you a picture of Pauline Reagan a while ago?


GALLOWAY:  Her brother was killed at Pearl Harbor, and we mourned his death for a long time. Those are two boys I know that were killed in World War II. There are several Defoors, and they were related, and even the Carters—there’s one family that lives in the Forester area, Bud Carter, Charlie Carter and his son, John. Their grandmother was a Defoor. They’re in horrible shape. I don’t know—medicine or something that they take, but both of them are just in terrible shape there.

But you can go on down and you can see who was there in ’31. Now, we claimed that the—I don’t know if I’ve got it exactly right or not—’31 is when the mill started their operation. Have you been told by anyone when? The reason I thought that was interesting—that would be some of the first people that were here.

This is a little copy of that big—[Unfolds a document.] [unintelligible; 3-3:43] picture, I haven’t shown you yet. I don’t know what I’ve done with it. I’m just a scatterbrain.

This is a girl I had in school, and her son married that Yandell girl’s daughter, [Cary? 3-4:05] Barnett. I talked with him. I also had him in school. I had his mother in school—this is her graduation. It’s Cary Barnett’s mother. And Emmett. I had both boys. And I was going to give that to one of the boys when I see them.

[Unfolds a document.] Well, I took these all up from the meeting. [unintelligible; 3-4:30] and the judge, and we had—I think I’ve got that over in—we had to make the day for Judge Wilson because he’s such a busy federal judge. Have you seen this picture?

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, no, ma’am.

GALLOWAY:  Well, now, that’s a good one. And I’ve got names of all them. The butcher is the tallest man. Where is the tallest man? The girl I showed you, one of my classmates?


GALLOWAY:  Marise?


GALLOWAY:  That was her father. Now, these are the people that worked in the commissary. This is the commissary building—you know, the long building I told you about? And on the east side, the dry goods and up here, the groceries, and the [unintelligible; 3-05:16] house was up near the road.

SCHLEIDT:  What color was the building?


SCHLEIDT:  What color was the building?



GALLOWAY:  Forest green. Up  on the plateau, that was where the bosses and everyone—we called them upper class—lived. Lived in green houses with white shutters, and had a little picket fence around their houses and a little ring which you’d open the gate and the kids would swing on those gates sometimes. And I have—I can tell you who those are, left to right: Irma Wineblood is on the end down there. Vida Coleman Moore. Vida worked in the—she didn’t work in here; she worked in the business office, and she was from Bluffton, Arkansas, and I taught down at Briggsville and Bluffton. It’s near Briggsville, in Yell County. And I knew her people.

And [Barber? 3-06:15] Moore had married Mabel somebody the first time, and they divorced, and he married Vida Coleman. Her name became Moore. And Jesse Diamond is next, and that was L.D. Williams’ daughter. She had a son killed in World War II. Wallace Sage is one of the bosses. M.T. Reid, [R-e-i-d] is next, and Henry Rapp. Now, did we get the—


GALLOWAY:  Doyle Faulkner, [Hiram? Harm? 3-6:45], [Harsh? Horace? 3-6:47] Marsh, and Harsh’s daughter still lives at Waldron, Joanne Black. She’s a nurse. And Bill Black was the druggist at Waldron until he retired. Charlie Phillips was Dr. Thornton’s wife’s brother. And [Roma or Roman Erwin? 3-7:06]. Now, I got these names from Mrs. Marsh, and she’s deceased now. Let’s see, Marie Marsh was Harsh Marsh’s wife. She died last year.

Okay, now, none of us have been able to determine where this was taken. I thought maybe it was in the hotel because they had a room in there that looked like that, or it may have been in the community hall building. This was some type of business meeting, and—would you care to lay that down? I can’t see. I thought Mr. Roy Wilson is in there somewhere. That’s the judge’s father. He was a boss. [Transcriber’s note: On page 17, she said that Miss Roy Wilson was the judge’s mother; here she is saying that Mr. Roy Wilson is the judge’s father. This needs to be clarified.] Can’t find him now. This is Mr. McEwen. And this is Max Williams. And these must have been—that must have been a meeting with Dierks [pronounced DIRKS]. I just wonder if that were when Caddo turned it over to Dierks, and I’m not sure, but you might be—we might be able to find someone that can—

SCHLEIDT:  Who can identify—

GALLOWAY:  I think Willis Defoor, who was one of the carpenters and a distant cousin of mine, is somewhere back in here. This looks like Willis to me. And I’m supposed to—that’s a [Lewis? 3-8:40], because I went to school with his daughter. And there’s a John Wiley in here. I think really—I think that’s John Wiley. He married Geraldine Angel. And he has oodles of pictures. He’s deceased now, but that’s how this Charles Williams, I’m pretty sure, got all of these pictures of Forester, because John Wiley—his first wife, Geraldine Angel, died, and then he married Dorothy Williams, who was Jesse Diamond’s sister or daughter. I can’t remember which. Anyway, that’s where the pictures came from. And if John were living, he could help us out with all those.

I showed you that one.


GALLOWAY:  I don’t have—where was that picture I wanted to show you? The third and fourth, in which I was on—I guess I just lost it, because I had it the day I took [it? 3-9:45]. It’s just a little copy, on paper. [Looks through documents.]

And I’ve got a lot of my students gave me—there! I see it.

SCHLEIDT:  [Laughs.] You’re good.

GALLOWAY:  That’s Miss Pennell, the one I loved so much. This is Dick Buck, [unintelligible; 3-10:12] Mena.


GALLOWAY:  And let’s see, did I have their name? No, I just have where my sister is. My sister’s right here. And there I am in overalls.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, boy!

GALLOWAY:  [Chuckles.]


GALLOWAY:  Let’s see. Let me get my magnifying glass.


GALLOWAY:  [Moves away from the microphone, then returns.] I think I have all of them named except one tall boy, and I never found out who he is. There’s Carlin Defoor. He’s a distant cousin. This [unintelligible; 3-10:55] from my Grandfather Tarpley Bell’s brother, Henry. Henry Defoor had a homestead up south here about two miles. Henry Defoor and Tarpley Bell Defoor and another brother, Perry, were in the Civil War as Confederates. I think Henry—I think he went over to the Northern side. But anyway, Perry was killed at Murfreesboro, and that’s the reason the Defoors came from Alabama up here. They were trying to make a new life for themselves. And the brother was down close to a lake down 28. I’ve forgotten what the lake’s name is. I just go blank. And my grandfather was up here. And they lived apart, not knowing where each other lived, for a few years, and finally one found out where the other one was. I guess it was Henry came up here and homesteaded back up where the United States Forest Service is now.


GALLOWAY:  And my grandfather homesteaded 160 acres here. I thought that was very unusual.

There’s Mildred Christenberry, that lived in Cannon Town. I think this is a twin. Yes. I don’t know which is which. Laura and Laurine Ivey. One of these is Geraldine Angel. Emma Pearl Black. This is Geraldine Hunter. Her folks lived in the section house. I don’t know if you heard where the section houses were? Well, the railroad track came down, and before you could get to where the pavement ends?


GALLOWAY:  It’s between the little cemetery and where the planer was. You know, where the little cemetery I told you [about] was supposed to have been. Okay, in between there we called the section houses. They were boxcars. There were about four or five boxcars. I think they had a partition in them for two rooms. And then Geraldine’s father lived in the foreman’s house, and the foreman’s house was either two or three boxcars put together, and that was a beautiful home. And they were painted yellow!

SCHLEIDT:  Really!

GALLOWAY:  Of all things. And Black Town was red. Except the church was white, and the school was red. And the barrel house? I can’t remember now what color it was. It was a big building. [Chuckles.] I guess all the [colored? 3-13:35] were hearing the music.

But there’s twins, Wesley and Wiley, were from Cannon Town. I think that’s Junior [Waite? 3-13:44]. Here’s Bowman Thornton, the doctor’s son, the youngest son. The doctor had three boys: Dwayne, that taught piano to most of the kids at Forester. [unintelligible; 3-13:59]. And what was that middle one’s name? He went into service in World War II. I forget his name.

This is Edgar Bagwell, and this is the little Pettijohn boy that I showed you a picture of?


GALLOWAY:  This is Frieda Jean Turner. I was always usually near her and Betty Sue Hamm. Pauline [Duggans? Duggins? 3-14:22] that lived in Happy Hollow. Have you heard of Happy Hollow?


GALLOWAY:  Okay, go down the hill from where the doctor’s office was, and you turn right, a little road, and there were several green houses down there. They were under the plateau, but they were green. [Chuckles.]


GALLOWAY:  [Laughs.] And Pauline Duggans lived there. And that was before you got to Cannon Town. You’d turn right to go to Happy Hollow, and then you’d go across a bridge, Big Cedar, to go on in to Cannon Town.

This is [Alla May? Alla Mae? 3-15:01] Callahan. Christine Rankin. I think that’s the little Baker girl.

SCHLEIDT:  Who has that photo? Who has the original?

GALLOWAY:  I can’t remember who gave that to me. My sister and I never got any pictures because we didn’t have the money to buy them, you know? But my neighbor had this big picture wherever that was, and she sent it to the paper, and she could name a few, and they were asking people that several years ago if they knew anyone on it, you know?

Oh, I know who—I know now, because this is Bowman and his daughter., He had one daughter. Anita is her name. And she corresponds with Evelyn Smalling. Bowman and [Leila May? Leila Mae? 3-15:56] Whisenhunt were high school sweethearts. I know when we’d ride the bus, they were always on the back seat. [Laughter.] And they got married, and they very early had Anita. And Leila Mae—that was the constable’s daughter—she didn’t like small towns or country, and Bowman just loved down here, so I’m sure she got her husband to move to Oklahoma City somewhere, and they stayed together until Anita went to college, and I’ve forgotten about how many years that is, maybe thirty, and then they divorced, and Anita is just now trying to find out a lot about her father’s people, and she has a lot of Bowman’s pictures, her father’s pictures. So Evelyn Smalling got this copy from Anita, and then I got a copy of it.


GALLOWAY:  Things like that. And that’s what is so exciting about October, the first Sunday in October. Some of them bring their pictures. Now, Kenneth Smith used to come, and he sort of lost interest. He wrote Sawmill, and he was the one that helped my friend, “Sonny” Carter, I call him—he was the druggist son at one time, when Caddo owned it up there. And this Ken Smith knew more about Forester, about the sawmill. And he had written about other sawmills, you know, in that Forester book. And he helped Vernon Carter Jr. to know where these places were, the foundations and all, and that’s the reason Judge Wilson was going to write Ken Smith to see if it he were still interested and could help us out with this trail or whatever we [wanted? 3-17:48] to do.

SCHLEIDT:  Forester was owned by the Caddo Lumber Company?


SCHLEIDT:  And eventually they sold to—

GALLOWAY:  Dierks.

SCHLEIDT:  —to Dierks.

GALLOWAY:  And then Dierks sold to Weyerhaeuser after the mill moved, after the people moved away, and Weyerhaeuser planted trees, and I don’t think Weyerhaeuser  may have known about the cemeteries up there, you know, and when they planted trees, I just wonder if they planted right through there. And it was sort of disrespectful. Caddo—I think they got permission from the last survivor of the Griffith family, who was Ed Griffith, and I know he lived in that row of houses that was in front of the white church that went north and south. And about halfway up there, when I was a little girl, I’d play hide and seek. And I was so skinny and all, and I could crawl back under those houses. They weren’t underpinned. And that road—the entrance porch was up higher than the back part?


GALLOWAY:  I could crawl under there, way back in that little place and not get found. But one day, when we were playing, I crawled under there. Not far from the porch area was a long mound, and it had—really it was a bought monument. I’m sure there weren’t many bought monuments in that cemetery. And I could read, because I read Griffith, and we’d been spooked [unintelligible; 3-19:19] cemeteries, you know. Back in those days, your parents would tell you all these spooky tales. I came out and got caught. I think that was the first time I got caught playing hide and seek. Had to be the [“it”? 3-19:30]. And it just really spooked me, and I came home and asked my father—I said, “Why is that long grave?” And I’m sure it said Griffith on that monument. And he says—well, he thought that Ed was the last survivor, and he probably gave Caddo permission to put the little houses across that cemetery.


GALLOWAY:  And several remember the houses that were overgrazed. And that’s the reason I’d like to find where that cemetery is. I don’t know if there’s a marker now. But Carter—he’s in terrible shape, but we were talking one day, and he said, “Well, up there close to the creek they have rocks around—it looks like a coffin, marked like a coffin.” And he says that’s where the cemetery is. And I said, “Well, Bud, I wish you’d show that to me someday,” but I’ve never found it. It’s not too far from the new school foundation back east, sort of north, northeast I guess you’d—

SCHLEIDT:  Well, let me show you the plat, if you wouldn’t mind looking at it.

GALLOWAY:  I’d love to.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. I got these from the state—


SCHLEIDT:  —historical.

GALLOWAY:  Wonderful!

SCHLEIDT:  [Unfolds map.]

GALLOWAY:  [noise; unintelligible; 3-21:04] map. You have to turn it around [noise; [unintelligible; 43-21:11] what it is. [Noise.] [Laughs.] That’s great!

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. So this is from 1935, and this was owned by Caddo River. And there’s the log pond and then the railroad.

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm. And that’s Williams Boulevard, and that’s the one that goes to—

GALLOWAY:  I didn’t know what the name of that—it must be named for L.D. Williams, the boss. They moved down to Arkadelphia, and, of course, he’s deceased, but his descendants, like Max—Max Williams and Dorothy are still in—and that Charles. And he has a brother that are still living, as far as I know. Well, that’s good to know, Williams Boulevard. [Laughs.] I’m sure that made him very happy.

And what is this?

SCHLEIDT:  This is to Highway 28.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, okay, we’re coming in from where the pavement ends down there.


GALLOWAY:  The reason that pavement comes there: The old bridge went across Cedar Creek there, 28, going on over the mountain. [Laughs.] We were lucky, I guess, that Forester was there, too. They helped us get the pavement down, down that far.


GALLOWAY:  Now what—now, let’s see. This is north.

SCHLEIDT:  [unintelligible; 3-22:58].

GALLOWAY:  [Chuckles.] Okay. Okay, we’re coming in here to Forester. Okay. I want to turn it around.

SCHLEIDT:  And this is the pond?


SCHLEIDT:  That’s presently there?

GALLOWAY:  Okay. What are these numbers, of houses?

SCHLEIDT:  They say [noise; unintelligible; 3-23:22]. I’m not sure if there’s—there’s no legend.

GALLOWAY:  Now, this would be going to 270, would it?


GALLOWAY:  Out this way. If that’s coming in—

SCHLEIDT:  From 28.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. This must be south.

SCHLEIDT:  That’s right. That’s south. That’s correct.

GALLOWAY:  Okay, so you’re going out 270. You’re going through Angel Town after you get down off the hill and going over to 270.

SCHLEIDT:  It just says [“DA”? 3-23:55]. I guess it means dwelling?

GALLOWAY:  [No response.]

SCHLEIDT:  And it’s got—

GALLOWAY:  Must be Cedar Street. That must be, because it’s near Cedar Creek. I just never did know the names of these streets. And there’s a Defoor—

SCHLEIDT:  Defoor, right there.

GALLOWAY:  That’s Willis Defoor.

SCHLEIDT:  And it says, “Theater.”


SCHLEIDT:  Theater.

GALLOWAY:  Well, let’s see. These were just little three-room houses that Willis lived in, unless—now, he moved to a five-room house at the last, but that would be three-room because ’35—I remember where he lived. He lived way on down, next to the last house, wherever that was on that road. But they’ve got the street name up here, and that’s the reason I couldn’t figure out what “Theater” was. This is the main road. Okay, it is on the main road. And the Williams’ house—now, where would it be? It’s on down here somewhere. You don’t have that listed, do you?


GALLOWAY:  L.D. Williams’ home, that big white, two-story building that I told you was down at Cedar Creek?


GALLOWAY:  Now, what’s this one called?

SCHLEIDT:  This is Baker Street.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, Baker. Okay, that’s not—the little girl in our school, I think, [unintelligible; 3-25:21].

SCHLEIDT:  And here it says, “Company Garage.”


SCHLEIDT:  And then there’s a garage and a company garage.

GALLOWAY:  Well, now, that’s odd. Now, where is the main town? I mean the cross. Right here?

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm. That’s [Pitt? 3-25:39] Street.

GALLOWAY:  Let me see if I can find anything else that I know.

SCHLEIDT:  This says—“Office, Lodge Home, Store”—

GALLOWAY:  Okay, that lodge home, now, is the community [unintelligible; 3-25:55] because up on the second floor is the lodge. We called it community building. But this? What is it?

SCHLEIDT:  It says, “Office.”

GALLOWAY:  Okay, that’s a business, business office. Now, the business office is next to the drugstore. Is this the drugstore?

SCHLEIDT:  Yeah, that’s the drugstore right there.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. See, I’m just turned around on my direction. If we could put that north—

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. [Turns the map.]

GALLOWAY:  You’ll never find another schoolteacher like me. [Laughs.] [Noise; unintelligible; 3-26:30]. Never could get maps straight, unless we put the north to the north. I guess this is supposed to be north. [Noise.] Okay. Now, where were we? [Noise.] I have to turn myself back—this is coming in from Highway 28.


GALLOWAY:  Where is the cemetery? It’s not mentioned.

SCHLEIDT:  No, ma’am.

GALLOWAY:  I wish it would be on—

SCHLEIDT:  This says, “Dressed Lumber Shed,” and this is the planing mill?

GALLOWAY:  This is what I call the planer.

SCHLEIDT:  This is the planing mill.

GALLOWAY:  My goodness. Oh, the planing mill?

SCHLEIDT:  And then the dressed lumber shed.

GALLOWAY:  And where did they load the lumber, down here?

SCHLEIDT:  On this picture—[Noise.]

GALLOWAY:  Oh, it’s not down there. I’m trying to figure out—is this the west end of what I call the planer? I call all of this the planer. Of course, that’s where the dressed—and if that’s true, then the railroad track ran along here, right by that, so it could load the boxcars?


GALLOWAY:  [Noise.] I understand that—this is Fred Harris’s truck. Fred’s deceased now, but he and Bill Harris had the garage in Waldron. And I understand that this is Brent Ellison’s father, Mr. Ellison, that drove that truck, and Brent Ellison—

SCHLEIDT:  He’s the gentleman that’s standing on the truck—


SCHLEIDT:  —with the all white—

GALLOWAY:  He drove the lumber truck there, a lot of the lumber trucks, and some of the Defoors—Rube Defoor had a truck that he’d haul lumber, and several people around here.

Okay, so we’re coming up—going up to Forester right here from Highway 28.

SCHLEIDT:  This says, “School” and a church.


SCHLEIDT:  The street over, where Paw Paw Avenue—

GALLOWAY:  Never heard of that. Well, I wish I’d have known some of these. What’s this one?

SCHLEIDT:  This is—

GALLOWAY:  Holly Street?

SCHLEIDT:  Yes, ma’am, Holly Street, and that’s Mill Street.

GALLOWAY:  Mmm. Well, this—if we’re coming in right here—we’re coming in the Highway 28?


GALLOWAY:  This is the black school.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, is it?



GALLOWAY:  Because—

SCHLEIDT:  Because this is the railroad?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh, yeah. And this was the road that went down to the blacks. Now, let’s see. See, they have one “r” [unintelligible; 3-29:29].

SCHLEIDT:  Okay, so this is the black section?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. I guess that’s the reason I never had heard of Holly.

SCHLEIDT:  Uh-huh.

GALLOWAY:  Okay, now, that says, “School”?

SCHLEIDT:  And “Church.”

GALLOWAY:  Yeah, the church was what we’d come to first on the road, so that’d be right, and then the little school. This church was white, and this school was red. Okay. Now, this is all their little residential homes. The best I remember, most of those homes were just three rooms, and I guess there were some five rooms. Now, they had—I wonder if that shows where—they had a little hotel, but it was just like a residential home.

SCHLEIDT:  This says, “Store,” at the corner of—

GALLOWAY:  Is that the barrel house?

SCHLEIDT:  It just says, “Store.”

GALLOWAY:  I guess that’s where the barrel house [was? 3-30:23].

SCHLEIDT:  It’s all by itself?

GALLOWAY:  Maybe they didn’t have the barrel house at that time, in ’35. And if that’s true,—now, is this the road that goes around by the mill?

SCHLEIDT:  Yes, ma’am.



GALLOWAY:  Okay, now, the barrel house was down in that area.


GALLOWAY:  Maybe they had a store—I guess they did have things they could buy, but most of them came down here at Cedar Creek. If they didn’t go up to the commissary and buy their things, they’d come down to Cedar Creek. They had little stores down here. And we bought ours at Cedar Creek.

SCHLEIDT:  So the blacks also purchased food from the commissary?

GALLOWAY:  Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Yeah, they could go in there. And I guess they could go in the drugstore, but not many of them did. They had this little round table, about two or three of them, with those nice little chairs around, and I know these people like Vida and these ladies and the men would come in there on their breaks, you know.


GALLOWAY:  And about all I got from the drugstore was ice cream cone. Didn’t get very many of them, but it sure was good.

And, let’s see, Carter, Vernon Carter Sr. was the first druggist that I remember. I don’t know of he were the very first one or not. And then there was one by the name of Dickerson. And, let’s see, I guess that’s all I can remember now. But I’d say all of this is Black Town.


GALLOWAY:  Now, what’s this? The cooling shed.


GALLOWAY:  Now, that must be some of those foundations we had close to the pavilion—

SCHLEIDT:  Uh-huh, on a [dry kiln? 3-32:01].

GALLOWAY:  —that I don’t even know what they are.

SCHLEIDT:  The [dry kiln? 3-32:04].

GALLOWAY:  Yeah. And there’s a platform. Where is that little thing that’s right west of our pavilion? Do you know where the pavilion is?

SCHLEIDT:  Is it somewhere around here, right here?

GALLOWAY:  It’s—let’s see, this is the pond. Where was that road that goes up?

SCHLEIDT:  There’s the road.

GALLOWAY:  Well, if it’s still the same road—

SCHLEIDT:  That’s the same road, now.

GALLOWAY:  If it’s still the same—it must not be, because our pavilion is close to the—

SCHLEIDT:  Sawmill?

GALLOWAY:  It says, “Sawmill.”

SCHLEIDT:  “Stacker Shed.”

GALLOWAY:  It’s right in here somewhere. I believe it’s that foundation where Judge Forbes—there’s a [fuel? 3-32:50] house. Is that the machine shop?

SCHLEIDT:  This says, a “Tower,” 75,000-gallon tower.

GALLOWAY:  That’s the water tower.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay, that’s the water tower.

GALLOWAY:  Okay, okay. Now, that’s close to the pond. I know where that foundation is. What’s this?

SCHLEIDT:  I can’t read that. “Suction”? “Suction”?

GALLOWAY:  “Section [Knocks? 3-33:13].”


GALLOWAY:  “Section Box.”

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm, “Section Box.”

GALLOWAY:  This says, “Wells.”

SCHLEIDT:  “Turbine.” [pronouncing it tuhr-bine]. “Turbine.” [pronouncing it TUHR-bin]. “Turbine.” [pronouncing it tuhr-BEAN].

GALLOWAY:  I don’t know too much about the mill terminologies.

SCHLEIDT:  Here’s a dock off of the sawmill.

GALLOWAY:  Well, now, Daddy took me up when I was just a very young girl and let me ride the [unintelligible; 3-33:39]. They had logs on it. Of course, he was holding me. And he was walking up steps, I guess. From the pond, somehow we got on that. I was just very young. And we went up to a second story. They had a cement floor. And, boy, was that floor hot! I was barefooted, and my dad thought it would be fun to just put me down and see what I did.


GALLOWAY:  And I just kept dancing. And he finally got me up, and he and the other guy that was visiting [unintelligible; 3-34:07] knew what I would do. But he didn’t—I guess it would burn my feet if I had stayed there very long. And I called that the boiler room, but I don’t know. Now, that was up from the pond here somewhere, with the conveyor belt. I guess it was going up to the sawmill.


GALLOWAY:  “Stacker Stand.” I’ve been inside this. I’m trying to locate where the blacks on I believe it was the 19th of June—I remember two times when they had a big day, and I believe it was at the back of this planer, somewhere at the back of this, which—Black Town’s off down here, if I’ve got this right. And they pushed the carts back that were full of lumber, and they had a piano up there, and that was sort of a stage, and all of us white people and blacks coming from several states around would be on the ground. Some would bring quilts and all. It was an all-day affair.

And you talk about singing, happy singing. Those blacks could do it. And I remember one song, “You Gotta Walk That Lonesome Valley.” Well, the one that was singing it first started, and here, all the other singers got behind him, and they started walking as long as they were singing that song, “You Gotta Walk That Lonesome Valley.” And they did that one time when I went to church, there in the white church. Several whites would go to their church, I guess for the show, but I really enjoyed it. And they did that same song, the one in front, and all the blacks in that church—they went out the door, that front door, toward the planer, and they walked quite a ways down there and kept singing, “You Gotta Walk That Lonesome Valley.” And then they came back in the church and took their seats. [Chuckles.] But it was beautiful, you know?

SCHLEIDT:  Uh-huh.

GALLOWAY:  They acted out their songs.

What is this?

SCHLEIDT:  “Machine Shop”? “Car Shop”?

GALLOWAY:  Okay, now, that’s—when you come down off the hill and you’re coming down toward the pavilion?


GALLOWAY:  That cement foundation—that’s what that was. And the railroad track ran right by it, because they worked on—is that—where is the railroad track?

SCHLEIDT:  Right there.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. That’s right. And that’s not far from where you come out to the road that goes to Cannon Town, and Happy Hollow is back in here somewhere.


GALLOWAY:  I think I’ve got my directions right now.

SCHLEIDT:  What’s that—

GALLOWAY:  There was some foundations up here right on the side of the hill, about three of them. They were big tanks. They must have been fuel tanks. Great big oval things.

SCHLEIDT:  That says, “Coal.”

GALLOWAY:  [unintelligible; 3-37:00]. They were full of liquids.

SCHLEIDT:  I’m sure they upgraded.

GALLOWAY:  That wouldn’t be it, would it?

SCHLEIDT:  That’s “Oil”? I can’t read—the “Supply House.” I can’t make up that one.

GALLOWAY:  Maybe that’s not showing. Maybe they weren’t there then.


GALLOWAY:  But I don’t know what they were used for, whether it was a train or what.

SCHLEIDT:  [Noise; unintelligible; 3-37:24].

GALLOWAY:  Thank the good Lord they got a [unintelligible; 3-37:25].

SCHLEIDT:  I know. I wonder if there’s a date on the other one.

GALLOWAY:  I don’t see [unintelligible; 3-37:32].

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, 1929.

GALLOWAY:  Oh! So—’29. I was born in ’27. I’m eighty-one, so that was two years after—that would be old. Now, were they—what were they doing, just marking it off? [Noise; unintelligible; 3-37:59].


GALLOWAY:  Well, I thought the operation of the thing started in ’31, so it must have started before that time. Or maybe they were building the houses.


GALLOWAY:  Now, I understand that the loggers came in first.

SCHLEIDT:  That’s showing the sawmill railroad and highway connections.

GALLOWAY:  Well, that’s something.

SCHLEIDT:  “The drainage water system and deep water well are not shown. There are eight houses to the block. Other features are to be added.”

GALLOWAY:  Oh! So they weren’t finished with it, but that’s the way it looked in ’29?

SCHLEIDT:  I assume.

GALLOWAY:  Now, isn’t that something? I’m learning here. What does that say?

SCHLEIDT:  It’s the dressed lumber, and this is the loading platform on the north side of this.

GALLOWAY:  Yeah, that would be the railroad.

SCHLEIDT:  And these are all storage, and this is the planer,—


SCHLEIDT:  —this big box.

GALLOWAY:  That’s that long building with the—

SCHLEIDT:  And this is a transfer track? Dry sorter?

GALLOWAY:  Does that say “truck,” you say? Track.

SCHLEIDT:  Transfer track.

GALLOWAY:  Track. Would that be the railroad?

SCHLEIDT:  No, the railroad is—

GALLOWAY:  Is this the railroad?

SCHLEIDT:  Yes, ma’am, that’s the railroad. The white and black? That’s the railroad.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, okay. Now, that goes up—where is the depot that goes up on the hill? Was it built at that time? It was behind the commissary. [unintelligible; 3-39:26]. “Log Pump.” Oh, this is down below the hill.

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm. And we’ve got–[unintelligible; 3-39:37] drainage. [Noise.] Has the name of the streets and the creek.

GALLOWAY:  Now, that’s Cedar Creek. Now somewhere—Angel Town is down—

SCHLEIDT:  It just talks—“Shrubbery and flowers along the boulevard.” This was called Williams Boulevard.

GALLOWAY:  Well, I’ll—you know what they had in every yard, in rows? Chinese elms. We had one out here when I fixed this old house, which was—and I had it dug up, but I wish I still had it. And I don’t know if there are any more up there or not, because they planted pines. They probably uprooted the Chinese elms. But they were in rows. Like, going down to the church—you know, east and west. That was a perfect row of Chinese elms. And the next row of houses would have a perfect row down there. That’s they way they were planted. I don’t remember any flowers. I guess that was daffodils or something.

And that is something! That’s exciting to me. Cooper Avenue. I don’t remember. East [Pitt? 3-40:53] Street. Huh! That’s some of those older people. The Williams. I don’t remember them. In fact, my father got some land from L.D. Williams that belonged to the Caddo, down on Fourche River?


GALLOWAY:  It belongs to my sister, who gave it to her daughter, Joanne Campbell, if she hasn’t sold it. It’s a hundred acres in there. And I don’t know what year that was.

You have something priceless here.

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm. Like I said, the state has the original.

GALLOWAY:  I didn’t know how you would—I knew the United States Forest Service surely had paper.

SCHLEIDT:  No, we have very little [unintelligible; 3-41:37] Forester.

GALLOWAY:  Well, it’s the strangest thing. See, they had a mayor. [Chuckles.] I guess they had council members and all. But one hardly knew it. They had a constable. And they didn’t depend on Waldron. You know, they were their own group. I know one of the Defoors that descended from my great uncle, Henry Defoor. His name was Harrison Defoor, and he was killed by Constable [Bray? 3-42:11]. That’s before Whisenhunt became constable. And [chuckles] the Defoors had kind of a shady business on the other side, not my grandfather (I’ve researched it) but on their side of making white lightning [moonshine]. You’ve heard of that, I guess.


GALLOWAY:  And so Harrison used stay with us. He had been living in Oklahoma, and, of course, he wanted to stay here and cut wood and haul it with Dad’s wagon to Forester and sell to anyone that needed the wood for cook stoves and so on. So he stayed with us about a year, I think, and then I think he got interested in doing the white lightning for the blacks up there, and my father said, “Well, you can’t live here anymore,” so he lived in a little shack on the [Elliot? 3-43:00] place down on 28. And he was in the car with a black man by the name of Hogue—it’s in the genealogy; you can find the story. And I guess Harrison was selling white lightning to the blacks, and Forester would sell—let them have their own barrel house and so on, but they wouldn’t allow anyone else to bring it in. So Dad thinks he was shot down here by the fields. Mr. Bray was following their car. And Dad was plowing, and he heard a shot, and he thinks he was shot there, but it’s not the way the write-up is, is it’s closer to Fourche River. But Bray was in hot pursuit, and he shot Mr. Hogue, but Mr. Hogue lived a while in Hot Springs, I understand. But Harrison died.

My mother and I were in Oklahoma, and we came back in time for me to go to school at Forester in September, and when I’d pass the Big Cedar Cemetery, Harrison’s grave was new, you know. And I loved him so much. He’d play with my sister and me. He was just a sweet person. But he was doing wrong there. So—well, that’s one of the things that happened. [Noise of moving documents around.]

Now, we’re going over to 270 here, right?

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm, mm-hm. That’s correct.

GALLOWAY:  Or is it this—no, this—okay. Now, Angel Town’s here. That’s Williams.

SCHLEIDT:  So south—well, going this way—

GALLOWAY:  I tell you, when I get to the big city cemetery, my directions are crossed. I don’t know why it is. I’d look at my folks’ graves, and they’re supposed to be east and west.


GALLOWAY:  And they look like they’re kind of angling northeast or something else. [Chuckles.] And the other graves look like they’re different. But, of course, my grandfather was a Civil War veteran. I don’t know if that made a difference or whether I’m mixed up on the directions there. But if this is going down into Angel Town—

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, Angel Town is further off?

GALLOWAY:  It’s further down. I’d like to find the Wilson home. I bet he can find it here. Where is the bluff?

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm. Yeah, it’s—

GALLOWAY:  I wonder what these two things are. Cedar Street?


GALLOWAY:  I don’t know [unintelligible; 3-45:32] would know unless he’s seen this map.

SCHLEIDT:  [Edam? 3-45:37] Street?

GALLOWAY:  Mm-hm. What’s this?

SCHLEIDT:  That’s a 48,000-gallon tank.

GALLOWAY:  Okay, that’s the water tower.

SCHLEIDT:  Uh-huh.

GALLOWAY:  And the cleaners. We had cleaners up here close to that water tower, and I don’t know what street it was on. And the Seviers [pronounced seh-VEERs]—Sevier, I believe, was killed in service, or he died, and then she married a Satterfield, and the Satterfields had a cleaners in Waldron. Their son was a great [Arkansas] Tech? ballplayer, [Donald L.] “Don” Sevier. He even made the Hall of Fame [sic; the Arkansas Tech Hall of Distinction.] He’s a basketball player [sic; a baseball and football coach].  Source: ] Went to school at Waldron.

So this would be—now, what year did you say this might be?

SCHLEIDT:  The original dates from 1935, and it says, “Revised  in ’39” and again in 1945. And, see, it says, “Traced from the original map by Kenneth Smith.”

GALLOWAY:  Oh, Ken is the one that wrote—

SCHLEIDT:  “Tracing is deposited in the Special Collections at the University of Arkansas.”

GALLOWAY:  Yeah, that’s Ken Smith. Now,—


[End File 3. Begin File 2a.] [Transcriber’s note: Files 2a, 2b and 2c do follow File 3 according to the as spoken word list provided by Aaron Shapiro.]


GALLOWAY:  What is that beautiful river? Is it Buffalo River? He works out of the university, I think, and he was helping to clean trails.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, really?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. I have that article somewhere. It was just very interesting. But he does a lot of good.

So these—now, the garage is down here, and then all these houses must go—I wonder where that CC [Civilian Conservation Corps] road is, the one you have now in Forester.

SCHLEIDT:  I have no idea.

GALLOWAY:  It wasn’t shown there, was it?


GALLOWAY:  It wasn’t called that.

SCHLEIDT:  [unintelligible; 2a-0:52].

GALLOWAY:  I don’t know whether that goes by the Wilson home. I think that’s—it seems like these might—I guess there’s a row of houses here on the bluff that no one lived there then, or where they were going to plan to put them next?


GALLOWAY:  Because there’s no dwelling in there.

SCHLEIDT:  No, there isn’t.

GALLOWAY:  So he lived on the last row somewhere, so I guess it’s back in here somewhere. That’s very interesting.

SCHLEIDT:  So that’s the train depot?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. And I was trying to figure out last night—was that between that hotel road—where’s that hotel road?—and Mr. [Mack’s? 2a-1:36] house is at the end of it. [unintelligible; 2a-1:41].

SCHLEIDT:  That’s—

GALLOWAY:  I think [unintelligible; 2a-1:48]. [unintelligible; 2a-1:56]. I’m lost. [Chuckles.] Lost in the little town of Forester.

SCHLEIDT:  So you have a railroad, the depot. Then there’s the feed house?

GALLOWAY:  The way?


GALLOWAY:  Is that on to the commissary?

SCHLEIDT:  The commissary would be—mmm—is this the commissary, the store? Because, see, it says, “Ice House” and—

GALLOWAY:  Okay, this is [the] commissary.


GALLOWAY:  Mm-hm. That’s what we called it, commissary. Now, where is the depot?

SCHLEIDT:  There’s the depot.

GALLOWAY:  Okay, I knew it was back with that—I’d call it north, kind of north [unintelligible; 2a-3:240] from the commissary.

SCHLEIDT:  See, it says, “Barber Shop” here.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. Okay, that’s right.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, “Hotel”!


SCHLEIDT:  There’s the hotel.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. Now, the hotel—now where’s the street?

SCHLEIDT:  This would be the street, Baker Street.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, Baker Street. Okay. And where would be the end of it, down toward the mill?

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, here we go: Baker Street. There’s a garage. “Superintendent’s Dwelling”?

GALLOWAY:  Yeah, that’s Mr. Mack.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, Mr. Mac?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. That’s at the end of that road that went down to the hotel.

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm. Yes, and then it goes right into the railroad.


SCHLEIDT:  To the log pond.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. That’s [unintelligible; 2a-3:29]. And he had a garage there, about three cars across that. Yeah. It’s where Mr. Mack lived, and I guess the others—and the Williams was another boss’s house, and I don’t—the Hamms lived there, in here somewhere.

SCHLEIDT:  And there’s the post office.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. It doesn’t mention playground because they didn’t have it at that time. It’s the commissary. This is post office. Okay, across from the post office was the hotel. [unintelligible; 2a-4:05] over here? What’s that?

SCHLEIDT:  This is—I assume it’s a house.

GALLOWAY:  Yeah, there was another house. I guess that’s right. Has to be. [Chuckles.] [unintelligible; 2a-4:20].

SCHLEIDT:  This is another feed house.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, that’s what’s got me. There was a Pentecostal church at the [unintelligible; 2a-4:32] in here somewhere that goes over to Cannon Town. Is this the road that goes to Cannon Town.

SCHLEIDT:  Yes. That’s a railroad, still. But I guess they could change into a road.


SCHLEIDT:  Eventually.

GALLOWAY:  This goes to 27, [to? 2a-4:50] Angel Town.

SCHLEIDT:  And who lived in Angel Town?

GALLOWAY:  Mostly in Angel Town, like, [the] Angels. It was named for a family named Angel. There was a brother Angel. I don’t know what his first name is. He married a Carter girl, and they lived at Amity, but I think the brother is dead now. And there was a Kurt. No, that was [Fred Gaston? 2a-5:15]. Brother Angel—

SCHLEIDT:  Were they workers or—

GALLOWAY:  Loggers.

SCHLEIDT:  Loggers?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. They drove trucks.

SCHLEIDT:  So who—

GALLOWAY:  Ed. Ed Angel married one of my relatives, Edna Angel, and they lived at Parks last. And they’re both dead now. And [Joe Jack? 2a-5:39] was a big [wheel? 2a-5:43] at Hot Springs, now. It must be Dierks. But he’s retired now, and he married one of my friends, Shirley Stone. Shirley Stone was related to the McEwens. I don’t know if it was her mother or father. But she was in my grade. And she had a brother named [Conway? 2a-6:02]. They lived across from the garage, wherever that was, in a residential [unintelligible; 2a-6:06]. If I can find that garage, it’s across the street.

SCHLEIDT:  There’s a big garage here.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. And that’s west, isn’t it?

SCHLEIDT:  Right. And there’s the drugstore. There’s the commissary.

GALLOWAY:  Where does residential homes start?

SCHLEIDT:  These houses [unintelligible; 2a-6:30].

GALLOWAY:  I thought it was north of the garage, the big garage.

SCHLEIDT:  There’s a house right—


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GALLOWAY:  Of course, I knew most of them, you know. And it was during [Glendale? Glen Dale? 2b-0:08] Sparks’s county judge term. So I went up there, and I really felt like it was going to be good for the county and it would bring in tourists. I’m so proud of Forester. I have always loved Forester, and I wanted it to always be remembered. And so I talked him into taking the deed.


GALLOWAY:  And they did! I think by unanimous vote. So they hold the deed.

SCHLEIDT:  So the county owns the deed, and it’s approximately nine acres?

GALLOWAY:  It’s a little over nine, nine point something.


GALLOWAY:  I get it mixed up with my grandfather’s point four, but it’s nine point something. And when they started to put the fence around it, Joe Laird down here—lives on Cedar Creek. He had a tractor, and know he brush hauled where the fence was supposed to go.

SCHLEIDT:  If we’re going to survey, we wanted to know what the boundary was. What is Forest Service and what is county?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. There’s supposed to be markers, and I don’t know exactly where they are, but there’s supposed to be markers around that. And I’ve forgotten where the surveyors were from, whether they were from Mena or that some friend got. And Ken Smith was here at the time. Now, Ken will be able to tell you all you need to know, if he’s still interested in helping. See, he was a good friend of Vernon H. Carter, and after Vernon had this plane crash and killed he and his wife—I believe it was in Alabama—and a bunch of us, with Sara Jo Parker and my daughter and I’ve forgotten who all was with us—we were Democratic women, and we were down in Florida, I believe it was, at the time, at Saddlebrook [Resort], Florida, And Jo was always calling Jerry Parker, her husband here in Waldron, finding out all the news. She found out about their death during the time we were down there at that meeting, so she came and told us the sad story.

And after that, Ken just lost interest. He’s come once or twice, and I was going to tell you [unintelligible; 2b-2:17]. He has this little machine, and he got a lot of pictures, borrowed them, and he would put the pictures on this—what is it called? Somehow he set it up. I don’t know if it’s run by electricity or what, but it would turn, and pictures would show up, a lot of the pictures. I don’t know how many he had.

And I’ll tell you somebody that has the rich collection of pictures—the last photographer in Forester was John Sanders. And John Sanders’ son is Little John, and I think he’s in California. So he got in touch with Joe Parker, who is our secretary and treasurer. Asked him if we’d like to have all of his dad’s Forester pictures. And she immediately replied yes. Okay, when he sent all those pictures to her—and I haven’t seen them all, and I know that he took our picture of that skating rink during that time, and any others, at school and so on—and she and her cousin or the one that married her cousin—her cousin—she was a Kitchens. And Sara Vi and Chuck (Charles) Kitchens lived at Russellville. And they’d come a week at a time with their mobile home and help us clean up before each reunion day.

So Sara Vi Kitchens and Sara Jo Parker decided they would make this tape. I don’t know if you’ve seen that or not.


GALLOWAY:  It’s a beautiful tape, but they didn’t use all the pictures, I understand. Sara Vi’s husband’s sister married Floyd Kramer, so Floyd Kramer’s music—I’ve forgotten which one it is that’s playing—and then Sara Parker is sort of a poet, and she wrote a song, but that’s not the original Forester song. It was written by a girl from Boles. And they had records of it.

SCHLEIDT:  So you have a song for Forester also?

GALLOWAY:  It’s a song for Forester, and it was written for these reunions, and it’s just—I’ve forgotten her name, but her father worked at the mill from Boles. Miller was his name. And she married someone else, but she had lived at Forester, and it was a lovely song. But I don’t know why Sara Jo did not put that song on. She put her own that she had written. It’s sort of similar, but it’s not the original, because we’ve got little tiny records, and I don’t guess we’ve got anything to play them on. And Candy Bliss down here, my neighbor in front of me, stores a lot of these things for reunion day because Sara Jo and Jerry, her husband, have moved to Vienna Hills in Fort Smith. But she’s still our secretary and treasurer. And Ken—

SCHLEIDT:  So who has—Miss [unintelligible; 2b-5:23] has a collection, you have a small collection, and who’s this other individual? He donated all the photos.

GALLOWAY:  John Sanders was the last photographer in Forester, and he may have been the only one.

SCHLEIDT:  And the son has sent them to—

GALLOWAY:  The son, this Little John—and he lived—Mr. John Sanders, the photographer, is dead. Little John got all of his father’s pictures, but he contacted Sara Jo Parker, who is our secretary-treasurer, and asked if she wanted the pictures, and he sent them to her.


GALLOWAY:  Now, she has the original pictures, and they should be society pictures. And that’s what the tape was made from.


GALLOWAY:  All of those. I know she has that picture with me and the relatives standing near the skating rink, and he made that—

SCHLEIDT:  So we have photographers, if we want, for interpretation.



GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. I’m sure she’ll let you use them.


GALLOWAY:  But she’s the one that, as far as I know, has them because she’s the one they sent them to.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay, so with the nine acres, the judge was telling us that he wants to develop this area—


SCHLEIDT:  —into a sort of a recreation area.


SCHLEIDT:  I guess tent camping in RVs?

GALLOWAY:  Hookups.

SCHLEIDT:  Hookups.

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh.

SCHLEIDT:  So he’s going to bring water and electricity to hook ups.


SCHLEIDT:  And that’s in the future? I assume at some point someone is going to have to hire an engineer and figure out all the hookups, and everything’s got to be—

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. Now, for the Forest Service, my understanding is that you folks want us to develop, on the old Weyerhaeuser property that we now own—you want to develop an interpretive trail, a hiking trail.

GALLOWAY:  Would be nice.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. What did you envision interpreting? What did you want to—

GALLOWAY:  Where the trail would go?

SCHLEIDT:  Where would you envision the trail being?

GALLOWAY:  Okay. Now, I’ve been studying—

SCHLEIDT:  The highlights.

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. I think the highlights would be the business area and the school, the church.

SCHLEIDT:  So down Williams Boulevard.

GALLOWAY:  But, now, I haven’t heard any of the other members say this. This is just my own opinion.


GALLOWAY:  Like the east and west, if that’s the right direction, the main street.

SCHLEIDT:  The main street. So the hotel, the depot, the commissary—

GALLOWAY:  Post office.

SCHLEIDT:  —the doctor’s—so it’s this area that you’re interested in highlighting.

GALLOWAY:  Yes, and also—now, down at the end, on the west section, the two schools and the church, certainly, because so many people have gone to school there at the old school and the new school.

SCHLEIDT:  Now, this is a school up here, but I don’t—see, I don’t see—

GALLOWAY:  Is this east and west? Is that west [cross-talk; unintelligible; 2b-8:13]?

SCHLEIDT:  That’s still north. That’s going north.

GALLOWAY:  Okay, north.

SCHLEIDT:  So this is west.

GALLOWAY:  West. Okay. That’s where I want. That’s down where the schools are. The church is right at the end of the road, and then over to the right, which is you go to the north, would be the old school area, and over to the left would be the new school area, and the belfry beside that church.

SCHLEIDT:  So you don’t know what this is?

GALLOWAY:  Is that the blacks’?

SCHLEIDT:  No, the black school was down here.


SCHLEIDT:  This is the garage, and you’re going—

GALLOWAY:  Oh, that’s the street.

SCHLEIDT:  You go west.

GALLOWAY:  I was way over here.

SCHLEIDT:  You’re going west off of the garage, and that would be the drugstore. That’s the drugstore.


SCHLEIDT:  And you’re going west.

GALLOWAY:  It’s down at the end of the road. It looks like it [goes on? 2b-9:04].

SCHLEIDT:  Well, they could have added on later on, I guess.

GALLOWAY:  But the ballpark is back there.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. The ballpark is here?

GALLOWAY:  The ballpark’s back there. But the road that went to school came right over to the right here and then to the little road that goes over to the new school. It was over here. And it doesn’t show—no, this was ’35; it wouldn’t show the new. And why doesn’t it show—that’s a church?

SCHLEIDT:  That’s a school.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, a school.

SCHLEIDT:  It doesn’t show a church at this end.

GALLOWAY:  Well, the church is right at the end of this road, and that’s as far as it went, as far as I can remember. And that’s the same road that goes down the hill into Cannon Town and around to Black Town and the mill and then somewhere else down here before you go up to Williams Boulevard. It must be this street that goes to—if I’ve got this picture right.

SCHLEIDT:  Right, and that’s the black church, and that’s the black school.

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. It went right here, in front of it.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. So that’s what you envision, is developing this as a recreation area with eventually a bath house and bathrooms.


SCHLEIDT:  And then—

GALLOWAY:  Could we have, like, a visitors center? I think we were speaking of a museum.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. That’s what the judge said. One of these foundations, which is still—

GALLOWAY:  Yeah, and I was—

SCHLEIDT:  —visible—

GALLOWAY:  —trying to figure out which one. It’s the one that’s so hard to [clean? 2b-10:38]. I can see it in my mind, but I can’t find it on here.


GALLOWAY:  It’s just too parallel.

SCHLEIDT:  I really have to—I have to bring this out to the field and measure—

GALLOWAY:  But it’s west of the pavilion, just a few steps out there. And I asked him [unintelligible; 2b-10:57] permanent bathrooms, and he said they’d have to be pumped out, but, yes, they were interested in—we have to spend $200 to get little [jobs? 2b-11:06] from Greenwood each year—you know, part of the reunion. And then we thought it would be nice—

And they talked about vandalism. There had been a little vandalism, like when the pavilion was first built. That was a very expensive barbecue pit, I guess is what you would call it there, and the sad thing about it was, I guess, that the society locked it up—that was during Vernon Carter’s time—thinking, you know, it would be best just to lock it up [unintelligible; 2b-11:42], and I guess that’s why one of the boys tore it up.

And then they liked to use the pavilion when we went down this last year to clean, and I had an injured ankle, and Candy Bliss down there was doing most of the work, and we paid her, of course, for her work.

There were little brass shells all in there, [unintelligible; 2b-12:05] the hundreds, but I guess kids or somebody like would like to come down there and shoot out from the pavilion. You know, the shells were down there. We had to clean those up. I was afraid they would [unintelligible; 2b-12:19]—the monument there, [unintelligible; 2b-12:22]. And we found a hole, and they had [unintelligible; 2b-12:26] stirred up. The county workers—those two boys down there—and they said, “Look, somebody had shot this.” Somebody else mentioned it, and when someone else came that I knew knew something about monuments, I said, “Is this a hole that was shot in there? It seems strange to me, it didn’t come out the other side.” And so they said, “No, that’s supposed to drain. That’s for a drain hole.” [Chuckles.]


GALLOWAY:  So it wasn’t vandalized, thank goodness.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. So I’ve got an idea of what you’re proposing, so if this is the main street—

GALLOWAY:  It’s just straight down there with a lot of—

SCHLEIDT:  —and the theater, and then they come down and find the schools and the church.



GALLOWAY:  Now, that’s just my idea. I think that would be nice.

SCHLEIDT:  And then come back down to the theater.

GALLOWAY:  I don’t know if that would help the people find where they lived or not. Now, something was mentioned about roads being opened up. Is that a plan?


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SCHLEIDT:  —how big, how long the trail, what exactly you want to interpret, where did you want it? Because I have to survey. I have to come out and survey this before—we have to burn it, to get rid of all the vegetation—

GALLOWAY:  Yes. Uh-huh.

SCHLEIDT:  And then I have to go in there and survey, and we have to measure all these things, and then the recreation folks come in, and they create the trail. And then if we could identify all these buildings and find photographs, we could come up with some really nice signs that say, okay, this was the old school. You know, second and third grade students went to school here. Or this was the drugstore, and find an old photograph of the drugstore.


SCHLEIDT:  Right. And then put—you know. Now, someone told me about wanting—the judge mentioned something about people wanting to go and find their old houses—


SCHLEIDT:  —and put plaques.

GALLOWAY:  Yes. I don’t know—I didn’t—

SCHLEIDT:  That could be something for the future, but we could open up some of these roads and possibly, you know, put the old names up there, and find some signs.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, that would be nice.

SCHLEIDT:  That would make it a lot easier to find you way around town.

GALLOWAY:  Yes, and then they could find—so many people, you know, lived in the same house from year to year. I mean, they moved around so much.

SCHLEIDT:  Were these paved roads at any time, or were they just dirt roads?

GALLOWAY:  They’re dirt roads. But, now, I know they did try to put some type of hard surface. You wouldn’t call it pavement.

SCHLEIDT:  Right, a compact surface.

GALLOWAY:  What do you call it, Seal or something?

SCHLEIDT:  Chipped?

GALLOWAY:  Chip-and-seal, I guess is what you would call it. [Transcriber’s note: chipseal or chip seal. Source: ]

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. That’ll be easier to find the roads.

GALLOWAY:  But, now, I don’t know—see, the problem is when Weyerhaeuser came in to plant the trees, there were big machines in there.

SCHLEIDT:  They [cross-talk; unintelligible; 2c-1:43].

GALLOWAY:  And I really don’t think they knew where that cemetery was. I don’t think it’s going to be easy—

SCHLEIDT:  Where do you think that ceme- —where—the Griffith house?

GALLOWAY:  Okay. Now, where’s the church, again?

SCHLEIDT:  You would say that this is the church, right here at the end of this road?

GALLOWAY:  Yeah. Okay. Now, there were row houses they brought in the last few years. They were [unintelligible; 2c-2:07]. And they went north and south here. And seemed like it was up about midway. Of course, I was very young at that time, where I got on the [grave? 2c-2:20]. I think it was Ed Griffith’s house, and that’s where I remember him living. And that would make sense. That may have been his grandparent or something that he had the house over, and I don’t know if he may have carried that monument with him or if it’s buried—you know, with the planting of the trees or what. But [unintelligible; 2c-2:45] the archaeologist. Did they find that?

SCHLEIDT:  You know, trying to find a grave is very difficult, especially unmarked and especially after they [ripped? 2c-2:54] it.

GALLOWAY:  It was so long ago.

SCHLEIDT:  They ripped it, and then they’ve planted trees over them.

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh.

SCHLEIDT:  So it changes it a little bit. [Chuckles.]


SCHLEIDT:  But you never know. There might be something there. I have no idea.

GALLOWAY:  I think my Grandfather Barrick had a little girl to die, and that would have been close there where he lived, and I’m wondering if she’s buried there. But the one that wrote about the Barricks family has also died the last year, so I never did ask her.

SCHLEIDT:  This is a pump house.

GALLOWAY:  A pump house.

SCHLEIDT:  A pump house and the water—the tower.


SCHLEIDT:  A slightly smaller tower than the one that was over here.

GALLOWAY:  That’s a water tower. The houses had the hydrants outside, and when they first moved in, of course, they would wash like my mother did, you know, with a washboard outside. But now at the last, I think they had running water, and some of the homes had bathrooms, especially the five-room ones. But at first, now, they had the toilets outside. They had an alley—you know, the toilet would be at the back of the house. You know, that alley [unintelligible; 2c-4:14] over here. And we called the man that would drive the cart the drayman. I think that’s what he was called. And he’d clean out all of these toilets. And he had this big old cart with huge wheels, like the first log wagon wheels?


GALLOWAY:  This two-wheel cart, and [chuckles] he’d come down to where that old bridge was and go across Cedar Creek and by someone’s farm. That was the dumping place. And also a dumping place for all of Forester. And the new road that goes up the hill there?


GALLOWAY:  It’s somewhere along there.


GALLOWAY:  Where the old dumping ground was. Now, he’d have to clean out all these alleys, and his name was Uncle Tom. And when we walked to school, we’d usually meet him, you know?


GALLOWAY:  And, of course, he had lime all over that, but still we knew what he was hauling, and we’d go, “Woo-woo-woo! [unintelligible; 2c-5:16] Uncle Tom!”

SCHLEIDT:  [Laughs.]

GALLOWAY:  He was sitting up there on that cart.

SCHLEIDT:  Was he a white man?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh, a white man, and a rather large man. I don’t know what his last name was, but we called him Uncle Tom. He sure did do a good job.

SCHLEIDT:  So it’s crossing the bridge over Cedar Creek.

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. You know where that is, where the pavement ends there.


GALLOWAY:  That’s where we would have crossed. I remember that old bridge. And you’d cross it, and then you’d go to your left a few feet of road, and it would go along someone’s fence. I don’t know who owned that field at that time. But anyway, it was on the right side of it. And there were trees out in there. And I went with a neighbor. She was hunting for fruit jars. Back in that time, the Depression, you know, you needed fruit jars. And the Forester people had more money than the people out here. So I went with her. I was just a little girl. If my mother and daddy had known about it, they would have forbidden me.

SCHLEIDT:  [Laughs.]

GALLOWAY:  But I was looking—some kids had thrown their bicycles away, and I never had a bicycle, you know. Of course, it was torn up. And jars and metal. And then it was all mixed in with what came out of the toilets. [Laughs.] It was a big [unintelligible; 2c-6:39].


GALLOWAY:  Kind of smelly, too.

SCHLEIDT:  Yeah, I can imagine. Mmm, mmm, mmm!

GALLOWAY:  So I guess the Forest Service—do they own that now?

SCHLEIDT:  I believe so.

GALLOWAY:  [Laughs.]

SCHLEIDT:  Yes, ma’am.

GALLOWAY:  Well, that was the Forester dumping ground. I had to tell Judge Wilson where it was. You know, he was rather young, and he’s much younger than I am, and he likes to ride mules. Calls them Rasputin mules. [Transcriber’s note: The mules come from the judge’s Rasputin Mule Farm. Source:   being-a-federal-judge] Joe Huey has passed away, but he was in the family with them. He [unintelligible; 2c-7:13], but his folks all passed away, you know, and he had an older brother, mother and father, and he was the young one. In fact, Billy Roy [Judge Wilson’s nickname] came in Miss Wilson’s old age, and she was afraid that Dr. Thornton couldn’t deliver him, so she went to the hospital in Russellville to get him delivered, so he wasn’t born at Forester, but he was raised in Forester.

SCHLEIDT:  At the commissary, could you buy fabric?

GALLOWAY:  Mm-hm. Yes, yes. Shoes, bolts of material—

SCHLEIDT:  Did your parents—did your mom sew your dresses when you were younger?

GALLOWAY:  Yes. We didn’t have money to go up there. We hardly ever bought anything from there. I may have gotten a big apple once in a while. Thought they were so delicious. But we bought from the little Cedar Creek stores down here, and I’ll tell you why: My father would have to be credited for a whole year,—


GALLOWAY:  —and the farm products are what he got from the cotton. Cotton was his cash crop, you know?


GALLOWAY:  And when he’d sell that—and he had a few pals, so they knew they were going to get their money, even though it was hard times, but he couldn’t pay them by the month, and now the store, the company store wouldn’t have [unintelligible; 2c-8:40]. And a lot of the Forester people came to the Cedar Creek. Even the blacks would come down there. I don’t know if the food was cheaper or what. Maybe they just liked to get out of town.

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm. Possibly. Okay.

GALLOWAY:  But they did have beautiful material in there, and I would have liked to have some dresses. You don’t remember, but they used to put feed in beautiful patterned materials. What am I try to say?

SCHLEIDT:  The sacks?

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh. Feed sacks.

SCHLEIDT:  Feed sacks.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, they were beautiful, a big old feed sack, and it would have beautiful roses or flowers, you know. And, oh, they were so pretty, and we’d hardly ever buy a lot of feed because Daddy raised his corn for the cattle and so on, and the hay. But once in a while we’d get a hold of a sack. I don’t know how we got it. But it wouldn’t be enough to make a dress, so we’d have to find someone else in the community that had one like it and exchange, you know, the one we had that they wanted, and [chuckles] it would take about two to make me a dress. They were beautiful dresses, and that’s the kind of dresses I wore. I didn’t have that great a number. And we had folks that lived in California during the wartime that worked for—building ships and things like that, and they had girls about our age, and they’d send us clothing. My father didn’t like to accept welfare like that, but anyway, we were happy to get them, the kids were. Coats and things like that.


GALLOWAY:  He wanted to be independent. He didn’t want anyone helping him.

SCHLEIDT:  Well, I’m going to need the surveyors to make—surveyors—survey?


SCHLEIDT:  The maps.

GALLOWAY:  I’m sure of that.

SCHLEIDT:  I need to get that so that we make sure we know where we are. It’ll make my life a whole lot easier, trying to figure out where we are.

GALLOWAY:  I’m sure.

SCHLEIDT:  If the judge or someone who’s got a copy can give us a copy—

GALLOWAY:  Has he got a copy of these?

SCHLEIDT:  This? I’m not sure. I’m not sure if he has this.

GALLOWAY:  Now, Candy down here, as I said, is holding a lot of our supplies, and she’s got these small maps, and this looks similar to it. I wonder, have they made one on a smaller scale?

SCHLEIDT:  No. I’ve got a copy—let me see.

GALLOWAY:  But I tried to figure hers out, and I was having an awful time.

SCHLEIDT:  [Noise as she unfolds a map.] That’s at the [blue line? 2c-11:22]. You know, you can get a copy made at the engineering place.

GALLOWAY:  I sure would like to have a copy, and maybe I can get myself straightened out.

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, this is the old—[Noise.]

GALLOWAY:  How much do they usually—

SCHLEIDT:  They’re about ten dollars a copy.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. That’s neat.

SCHLEIDT:  Here’s Cedar Creek, Sanders Cemetery.

GALLOWAY:  Yeah, that’s where—[the hill? 2c-11:55] that married the Sanders.

SCHLEIDT:  Big Cedar Cemetery.

GALLOWAY:  Okay, that’s the one near Forester, now. And then Cedar Creek—does it not show Cedar Creek? That’s our largest cemetery, where most of my people are buried since that one became inactive.

SCHLEIDT:  It shows all these houses along Highway 28. It just talks about that cemetery and that cemetery.

GALLOWAY:  So they got Big Cedar Cemetery.


GALLOWAY:  Well, I’m awfully glad.

SCHLEIDT:  And this is from—

GALLOWAY:  They show it on a map, but they don’t show it on the deeds.

SCHLEIDT:  —1935, I want to say? Something like that.

GALLOWAY:  I wish you’d remind the Forest Service that that Big Cedar Cemetery is still there,—


GALLOWAY:  —even if it’s not recognized on the deeds,—


GALLOWAY:  —on the last deeds.

SCHLEIDT:  And that’s your house right there, I guess.

GALLOWAY:  I guess so.

SCHLEIDT:  At the end of the road.

GALLOWAY:  Does it show Uncle Bud’s [sic] Creek?

SCHLEIDT:  Yes, Uncle Bud’s [sic] Creek.

GALLOWAY:  Okay, that’s named for my grandfather, Tarpley Bell Defoor.

SCHLEIDT:  [Where is? 2c-12:53] Forester?

GALLOWAY:  Well, where are we going?

SCHLEIDT:  We’re going east. That’s west, going [unintelligible; 2c-13:02].

GALLOWAY:  Oh, my goodness. [unintelligible; 2c-13:05]. Oh, well. What’s this?

SCHLEIDT:  That’s 28. There’s the [unintelligible; 2c-13:18].

GALLOWAY:  Okay, that must be—

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, there it is.

GALLOWAY:  Yeah. Okay.

SCHLEIDT:  Yeah, that would be all the private land in the blue.

GALLOWAY:  You tell the Forest Service I am so proud they know how to spell Forester. But I’ve had it with Scott County, papers and young people, you know, that have been born since we have left. They just know that it’s supposed to be named for that man; therefore he had two “r’s” in  his name. That’s not the way [noise; unintelligible; 2c-14:03] spells it.

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. All right.

GALLOWAY:  So I guess that’s the reason they put the houses green, the forest green, you know, with—

SCHLEIDT:  Mm-hm. That makes sense.

GALLOWAY:  Because they wanted [forestry? 2c-14:17].

SCHLEIDT:  So you want one copy of these.

GALLOWAY:  Yes, I think that would be very nice. The one that we were working with?

SCHLEIDT:  I’ll have to take it to [Vaughan’s? 2c-14:25] and get copies.

GALLOWAY:  Okay. Do you need some money now?

SCHLEIDT:  No, no, no.

So this would make a nice interpretive display.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, yes! I think so, too. And I don’t know if Judge Forbes has one like this or not. Maybe he does. You know, he’s a very intelligent man. He’s a military man that married [Cathy? Kathy? 2c-14:51] Jones. And he knows so much nationally, state wide and county. This is the first judge—and I thought my cousin was awfully good. He stayed in there twenty-something years, [Glenn Abbot? 2c-15:08]. And he really tried, but Forbes has gone much further than any judge we’ve had in helping, like, nationally and so on?


GALLOWAY:  He’s just very good. And I want him to come one of these days and tell me what happened to my Virginia pine. That’s what I call Virginia pine that I started from a little [unintelligible; 2c-15:34] thing?

SCHLEIDT:  Uh-huh.

GALLOWAY:  It took so many years for that to set up its root system, and it got so healthy and just shot up all of a sudden. But during the dry spell, the top broke out on it, and it still looked real healthy until—

SCHLEIDT:  Maybe bugs got into it.

GALLOWAY:  I guess it was bugs.

SCHLEIDT:  It could be.

GALLOWAY:  And then I’ve got a big pine down there on the other side of Highway 28, in one of my fields, those two meadows on each side of the road as you go out to the highway, on down from the little house there?


GALLOWAY:  They belong to this [unintelligible; 2c-1:10] 160 acres. The one north of the road was [unintelligible; 2c-16:14], but we had three forties, where I was born on [unintelligible; 2c-16:19]. And this is the home forty, and then the forty to the east, and then a forty in front of this one, was the 160 acres.

SCHLEIDT:  Hmm. I better—


[Recording interruption.]


GALLOWAY:  —gave me these pictures when I was teaching.

SCHLEIDT:  Uh-huh. Oh, the children—the students did.

GALLOWAY:  Uh-huh.


GALLOWAY:  Yeah, they just personally gave them to me. And I’ve got it somewhere—that little lean-to room that was on this house was my father—where he slept. And I use it for a junk room. I’ve got more junk. I’ve got a lot of genealogy work.

SCHLEIDT:  I’ve heard you’ve got a cart and all sorts of things?

GALLOWAY:  Oh, yes, but it’s so disorganized, and I’m so old I can’t remember [laughs] to tell about it. [Laughs.]

SCHLEIDT:  That would be a nice thing for the museum, a cart, if you had a museum. Don’t you have a wagon or a cart?

GALLOWAY:  The wagon’s out there in the shed. You probably saw it. This one [unintelligible; 2c-17:14]. From Forester, I’ve got that chair that was in the doctor’s office. I think that is very precious. And we got that. My mother kept—Mrs. Thornton helped her move, and so she gave her one of the middle son’s military bag. I forgot what his name was. And gave her a lot of books. I took one book that Bowman had. it was a little health book—it was so funny—they have auctioned off. I wish I hadn’t done it. I think it brought about fifty dollars, but it was about a third or fourth grade book. And then I have some of Bowman’s high school books. We had to sell our books, if they were still being used, in order to get other texts, you know, back then.


GALLOWAY:  Bowman, I guess, kept all of his until his mother got it!

SCHLEIDT:  Oh, not nice.

Well, here’s my business card. If you have any questions or any comments, please let me know.

GALLOWAY:  Now, how do you say your last name?

SCHLEIDT:  It’s German, Schleidt [pronounced SHLITE].

GALLOWAY:  I like that. Maria is beautiful. It’s not a—L for Lee?


GALLOWAY:  Oh. Mine is L-e-e, and guess who I’m named for.


GALLOWAY:  My grandfather was Lee Laird, but he was named for Robert E. Lee, the Southern general.

SCHLEIDT:  Uh-huh.

GALLOWAY:  And all these L-e-e’s down in the South—now, that’s where they came from.

SCHLEIDT:  Uh-huh.

GALLOWAY:  Isn’t that something?

SCHLEIDT:  Yeah, some [unintelligible; 2c-18:42].

GALLOWAY:  [Laughs.]

SCHLEIDT:  Okay. Well, if you have any—

GALLOWAY:  [cross-talk; unintelligible; 2c-18:46] archaeologist.

SCHLEIDT:  Yes, ma’am.

GALLOWAY:  Oh, you’re wonderful.

SCHLEIDT:  [Laughs.]


[End of interview.]