Fun Field Trip in Hunt County

A Chest tomb similar to the one at Sullivan Cemetery in eastern Hunt County, Texas. The lid probably shifted with the clay soil. The body was buried in the ground and the table was placed over it. (Photo courtesy of Keys to the Past)

We all need something to do this summer, something we can do in small groups or even alone, and something with beauty and intrigue. What I propose is relatively cheap as long as gas for the car is, can be done year-round, and historically educational in its own way. Let’s go visit cemeteries.

The official number of historic cemeteries is 119. Or that is the count by the Hunt County Historical Commission, the Texas Historical Commission, and the Texas Highway Department. John Byrd of East Tawakoni is the unofficial cemetery hunter for the Hunt County group. I’ve been with his on several of his hunts and it is amazing what he found and what stories can be told about each graveyard.

We believe that all 119 cemeteries are over fifty years old. There is only one new cemetery. It is south on Highway 34 before Reams Market. All the others are eligible for Texas Historical Cemetery Designation (THCD). There are four or five that have been destroyed and some with no markers. When the Hunt County Appraisal District made an aerial map of the county, several graveyards with tombstones were located but not identified.

I put together five cemeteries that are tops on my list. You are welcome to disagree. I have walked all five, mostly in the summer, so believe me it can be done. Many cemeteries in the Black Land Prairies are in low places; places where water stands in bad weather. Farmers used those spots for graves, using higher land to raise cotton.

My first choice is Webb Hill Cemetery, farther west on the road that passes Webb Hill Country Club. It’s best seen on a foggy morning. When the Republic of Texas created the Central National Road from Austin to Indian Territory, it passed through the northwest corner of Hunt County. At least four of the men to help with laying out the road, received land grants in that area. Webb Hill is named for Joel Webb, one of those men who helped created a lovely old cemetery. Seen in the mist one can vision life there more than 150 years ago.

While in the Wolfe City area, check out Mount Carmel Cemetery. It is quite large for a small town like Wolfe City. The north side of the cemetery is beside highway 11, but the entrance is found inside the city. Stop and ask for directions. Local citizens built a brick chapel there years ago. The cemetery is excellently maintained. The first burial was that of a little girl, the daughter of an early settler.

Winding through country roads or going from Commerce up highway 50, one comes to Hope Cemetery. Go there on a hot, muggy summer day to see why locals call it Sweat Box. It is one of those low spots full of ferns and wooden headstones. Illegible today, the carvings of the headstones are remarkable. Caution: wear boots since there are snakes around.

In Greenville, Forest Park Cemetery is most unusual. It sits on the side of a slope going down to the Sabine River bottoms. Most Southern cemeteries are laid out east to west, so the deceased will rise from the grave to see Jerusalem according to folklore. But not at Forest Park, where graves are in a hodge-podge of headstones, somewhat in a circle. Local folklore says that the man who owned the land would give a plot to someone who asked for it in exchange for a bottle of whiskey. No records of the transaction were kept, no money changed hands, and therefore, unless the family placed a tombstone at the grave no one knows who is in the grave. One family member donated funds for a lovely sculptured wall in the cemetery.

I think my favorite cemetery to work with was Sullivan Cemetery on FM 513 south of Interstate 30. It is one of the earliest graveyards and the first THCD in the county. In the older area of the cemetery is a Chest Tomb, a box-like tomb. It looks like a large trunk or shipping container. The lid on the one at Sullivan cemetery was slightly ajar, something that probably resulted from movement caused by the black clay soil.

Over the next few months I plan to write more about our historical cemeteries. Some are meticulously cared for while others show the community love for the deceased.

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Brigham Cemetery

The final resting place of two children, one died of spider bit and the other of childhood diabetes.

Located on a slight rise off the highway between Campbell and Commerce, Brigham Cemetery is surrounded by lovely old-growth trees and filled with dappled sunlight. It overlooks an early, early trail into Hunt County.

Entry to the cemetery is through a lichgate, the formal gate with the name of the cemetery and often dates of the first burial. These Western European customs continue at most cemeteries near Greenville. Graves stones facing east to west are signs of Southern Christian burial grounds. Nineteenth century monuments are extremely symbolic of the personality of the deceased.

For example, small stones featuring doves or rabbits signify deaths of young children. Prior to the end of World War II, infant mortality was much greater than today. I have seen cemeteries where five or six small stone rabbits, lambs, or baby birds are laid around a woman’s grave. Each represents a child lost before the age of five.

One often finds hands clasped in bas-relief or etched on tombstones. If the hands are those of a man and woman, it usually represents a married couple. If the hands are those of men, two good friends have parted. A hand with the index finger pointed above indicates that the deceased will meet a loved one in Heaven. However, two monuments I have recently found show the arm of a woman holding a wreath of flowers. In those the index finger is pointing downward. Inside the wreath are three links of chain representative of the International Order of Odd Fellows. One of these stones in located near the hill at East Mount while the other is at Brigham. There are probably countless others, but these are the only ones I have seen.

Some tombstones have a gate in the clouds etched on them. These are known as the “Pearly Gates”, a popular choice in the late 19th century. Weeping willows represent elderly widows who have encountered much sorrow in their lives. On the other hand, a sheaf of wheat on a tombstone usually signifies a man who was a successful farmer.

Some are quite elaborate. One small stone at Brigham is topped with an elaborate Easter lily, symbolizing innocence. One woman told me two children were buried there. One died of a spider bite and the other from childhood diabetes. Other graves are decorated with a stone wrapped with a drape sitting on an urn. Needless to say, an important community figure is buried there.

One thing I did not find at Brigham, and have rarely ever found, was a grave in a north to south alignment outside the cemetery fence. Folklore says an outlaw, probably a horse thief, is buried there.

Cemeteries are quiet places for meditation. They are also examples of some of the best public art available. Be it a magnificent sculpture or a simple handmade stone, all have a story to tell.

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American Colonies: Conquistadores and Indigenous People

A painting rendered of Christopher Columbus in 1519; no authentic painting exists. Recently a statue in Columbus Park in Buffalo, New York was removed. The Italian American Society asked the city to take the artwork down to protect it. The Society acknowledged the atrocity Columbus brought to Native Americans. They will pick a new statue to replace the original. (Photo: Wikipedia.)

In 1492 Queen Isabella and Prince Ferdinand of Spain commissioned Christopher Columbus, from Genoa to sail westward across the Atlantic Ocean. The goal was to find a route to India for European trade. Neither he nor anyone else ever located the non-existent route.

For years North Americans celebrated Columbus Day on October 12. That is white Americans, but certainly not Hispanic, or Black, or Native Americans. Children sang the little ditty, “In 1492 Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue” in school. The truth is Columbus never set foot on any part of the United States.

Alan Taylor author of “American Colonies” explored the violence and diseases forced on natives throughout Spanish colonies, French trading sites in Canada and English colonies all along the East Coast as well as the Great Plains and along the Pacific Ocean coast. Probably the most devastating gift Europeans gave the Indigenous people was a vast number of diseases; diseases to which no natives were immune on the newly discovered lands. As Spanish ships reached the islands, looking for precious metals, the conquers became aware the natives rapidly becoming extremely ill, unable to get up, to get water or food, and finally dying. Bodies were heaped throughout villages. Yet, the European seamen were not sick. It was almost as though the newcomers were immune.

Microbes, plants and animals from the different continents caused fevers, smallpox, measles, typhus, whooping cough, and pneumonia to appear. Crowded cities in Mexico and Peru had the same problems that occurred in large cities around the world this year. The hungry, overworked, and dislocated indigent people were most vulnerable to diseases.

The Spanish Crown was not pleased with the situations. They wanted the newly found people to be converted to Christianity and taught Hispanic lifestyles. Yet the Conquistadores who received large expansions of land were greedy. In their plans the natives would work like slaves from Africa. The Europeans planned to have the natives mine for gold and silver, oversee other natives in horticultural chores, herd livestock and simply work as slaves. According to Alan Taylor, no one seemed to question the deaths; they were merely frustrated with the lack of labor.

As groups of natives suffered disease, their numbers dwindled. Women and children were often captured to replace hundreds lost to the new diseases. Yet, stress and starvation caused women to lose the ability to reproduce.

Every colonial expedition carried at least one, usually several Catholic priests to convert the natives. Often the natives realized how important it was to pretend to convert for personal safety. In an idealist world, the landowners wanted Indians to serve as trading partners, guides, religious converts and military allies. Unfortunately, our world is not always idealist.

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Pandemic influenza Then and Now

It is believed that the Spanish Flu or H1N1 Flu began at Camp Funston, a training camp for U. S. soldiers at Fort Riley, Kansas. In the first wave of the epidemic, most patients recovered. Such was not the case in later months of 1918. (en.wikipedia.org)

History has an unusual way of repeating itself. The whole world has been involved in a dilemma called Covid-19 for months. No one knows how much longer we will be quarantined in our homes, how many loved ones will suffer and die, or if we will ever have a vaccine to help us survive.

Recently the Dallas Morning News had a very interesting article regarding the Influenza of 1918. Reading it, I saw several similarities between 1918 and our pandemic in 2020. Let’s take a look and compare the two. First of all, we now have much more advanced medical tools, doctors and nurses, equipment and knowledge now than were available in 1918.

In the spring of 1918, not long after the United States entered the Great War that we now know as World War I. The United States had no active army; therefore, young men were sent to places like Camp Funston, a training camp attached to Fort Riley, Kansas. One of the recruits developed what was diagnosed as The Flu, sent to bed, but later died. The symptoms of chills, fever, and fatigue spread but most patients recovered rather rapidly. The recruits were sent to other training camps to prepare for the war in Europe. From September to November the second wave of the virus was far more deadly as it primarily hit cities. The medical world was overwhelmed. Does this begin to sound familiar?

Drug stores advertised numerous remedies, most based on alcohol and did little to counter the epidemic. News reports this year have noted an increase in the sale of beer and liquor.

In October 1918, 200,000 Americans died. There were no vaccines, no cures. Everyone was told to follow protective measures by wearing masks to cover faces, wash hands frequently, and avoid crowds. No spitting on sidewalks or in public. Movie theaters, churches, schools, restaurants, and other gathering places closed their doors. Women’s clubs stopped meetings. The State Fair of Texas canceled. The word was that the site was converted to a training field, but now the State Fair of Texas is closed this year. The grounds have always been a source of crowds of people during fair time. However, Dallas did decide to hold a Liberty Loan Parade that caused flu cases to increase exponentially in a few weeks.

While all of this was occurring, military personnel continued training and crossing the Atlantic to fight. The disease spread to all parts of the war. Some historians believe that the loss of soldiers on both sides, may have ended the war when it did.

One shortage in 1918 was lack of coffins, especially in cities. We saw that on television early in this pandemic. Funerals were limited to close family members and could last only fifteen minutes.

Many believed that rural areas did not suffer like city dwellers. However, the truth was that rural residents often could not afford to see a doctor, their records were terrible, and the dead were often buried at home.

One of the most poignant stories that I have heard happened here in Greenville at Burleson College. The epidemic spread like wildfire on college campuses. A young woman rooming at the girl’s dormitory did not catch the disease immediately and began caring for others. It is supposed she saved several lives before contracting the disease and dying quickly.

By the spring of 1919, the war was over and the flu, then called Spanish Influenza, stopped almost as quickly as it began. Yet, for many years, when someone had flu symptoms, they would be isolated, the whole community alerted, yet no one pursued a cure for many years. Maybe we’ll get a cure this go around.

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Why Truett Majors?

Lt Truett J. Majors for whom Majors Field and Majors Stadium are named.

Several years ago, I was asked why Majors Field was not named in honor of two young men from Celeste who died at Pearl Harbor in the early morning of December 7, 1941. At the time I had no idea, but assumed it was because Truett Majors was a Greenville native. Just recently I found the right answer.

Aviation was first used in World War I. It was a hazardous adventure for pilots. In the space between the two wars, especially during the New Deal, President Franklin D. Roosevelt was encouraged to expand aviation. A large contingency in the United States were strongly opposed and favored isolationism, even though the horrors created by Adolph Hitler beginning in the mid 1930s were well known around the world.

Senator John Morris Sheppard was chairman of the Military Affairs Committee. His insistence on expansion of both Selective Service and U. S. Army Air Corps would prove to be vital during World War II. Senator Sheppard died of a stroke in May 1941. His doctor believed it was the strain and pressure he received with the threat of war. When the 800-acre airfield in Wichita Falls was dedicated, Army Air Corps officials broke the tradition of naming fields in honor of pilots killed in action. Sheppard Airfield was the only war field named for a civilian.

Majors Field in Greenville was one of 149 basic training areas built in Texas in 1941. With the support of Sam Rayburn, Speaker of the House of Representative, and member of the House from this area of Texas, Greenville received news that it would be one of the 149. At that time, the names of airfields were of course very secretive. There were numerical codes for military connections and local names for citizens to use in referring to the base.

The official codes were destroyed with other records when the base closed in 1945. However, Greenville Chamber of Commerce chose to give the civilian name to Lt. Truett Majors. Majors came from a well-respected family. His father was minister of the Baptist Church and a brother was also in the Army Air Corps. I interviewed a younger sister many years later. She was a delightful lady, but vaguely remembered Lt. Majors.

After receiving his wings, Majors was assigned to an airfield outside Manila in the Philippines. In November, he developed appendicitis; surgery was necessary. He wrote his mother around Thanksgiving to say he was recuperating but was not allowed in a plane until he was completely recovered from the surgery. He had been assigned to an anti-aircraft unit as a gunner.

Due to the time changes, Americans in the Far East heard about the attack on Pearl Harbor as soon as Americans did in the U. S. Immediately American forces in Manila and other posts went into combat mode. Lt. Majors died, not in his well-loved aircraft, but on the ground with an anti-aircraft gun, on December 8, 1941.

At this time, townsmen decided without a doubt, that the airfield south of Greenville would be known to the public as Majors Field.

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Commerce’s Early Flyboy

Economic depressions such as the one we are experiencing now have a tendency to cause mental and emotional depression as well. The depression of the 1930s was a real whopper.

Three-quarter left rear view of the Franklin Glider Corp P-S-2 “Texaco Eaglet” with Frank Hawks (left) and J.D. “Duke” Jernigan Jr. (right) posed standing by the tail. In right background is Waco ASO “Texaco 7,” flown by Jernigan to tow Hawks in the “Eaglet” across the U.S. between March 30 and April 6, 1930.

Big businesses tended to find ways to help destitute people in strange ways. Enid Justin, owner of Justin Boot Company in Nocona, Texas, organized a horse race that was not like the usual ones. Miss Justin raised a considerable amount of money for a horse race that ran from Nocona, Texas to San Francisco, California. My uncle saw one leg of the race at Archer City, where his parents lived. He said it was absolutely one of the best events ever in Archer City.

Nightclubs in large cities such as New York, Chicago, sponsored Danceathons. Couples danced for hours and hours. It was more of a physical triumph than a ballroom soirée. In each case, a large sum of cash went to the winners, making it so important to win.

At that time the Texaco Company was the prominent oil producer in Texas and one of the leaders in the world. To entertain the public and take their minds off financial troubles, Texaco came up with a unique event. For 4,000 miles from San Diego to New York, Jefferson D. (Duke) Jernigin, Jr., of Commerce flew a Waco ASO “Texaco 7” while towing the Franklin Glider Corp P-S-2 “Texaco 7” maneuvered by Frank Hawks. The voyage took thirty-six hours and forty-five minutes. They made three stops for fuel in Texas, in El Paso, Midland, and Wichita Falls. Newspaper reporters and radio announcers kept the public well informed. It set a record for such a feat.

Hawks was one of the most famous pilots at the time as well as a stunt pilot in numerous Hollywood movies. He was Duke’s boss at the Aviation Division of Texaco. When Hawks was killed in a plane crash, Duke got his job as head of Texaco’s Division and got a corner in Texaco’s suite of offices in the Chrysler Building in New York.

Duke and his siblings were all successful. Their grandfather William was one of the founders of Commerce. Their parents, Jefferson Davis (J.D.) Jernigin and his wife Zona Carr raised their five children on a large home on Bonham Street facing Bois d’Arc Street. All the children with the exception of Duke who ran away from home at the age of 15, received exceptional educations. Duke became a pioneer of Aviation.

His brothers, Dudley and Russell, entered the Army. All three men served in World Wars I and II. Russel also served in the Korean War. But it was the two sisters who were just as outstanding as the boys. Mary Jernigin, the second child of J. D. and Zona, lived to be 105 years old. During this long life she attended the Chicago Art Institute. Soon after she ended up as a fashion illustrator for Neiman Marcus in Dallas and Sanger Harris in Fort Worth for their advertising departments during the 1920s. Later Mary moved back to Commerce, achieved a degree in Art from East Texas Teachers College before teaching elementary art. During World War II, with a shortage of men to teach mechanical drawing, Mary began to teach the class at Tyler Junior College until she retired in 1962.

The youngest daughter Janice attended East Texas Teachers College where she must have been the most beautiful girl on campus. After graduation Janice went to Columbia Teachers College in New York where she married Charles Kiker, a musician. When the couple divorced, Janice and the children came back to Commerce to live with her mother, her sister Mary, and her Aunt Ernestine Carr. After a long teaching career, Janice became assistant librarian at the Commerce Library gathering historical materials for an outstanding collection.

The Jernigin home has been nominated as a candidate for Recorded Texas Historical Landmark from the Texas Historical Commission. The formal announcement will be announced in August. Let’s keep our fingers crossed for this historic home and its exceptional family members.

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Texas Historical Commission Sites Include Caddo Mounds, Lovely Homes

The Sam Rayburn House in Bonham is the closest State Historical Site protected by the Texas Historical Commission. Rayburn was Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives for 17 years. Photo: Texas Historical Commission

Have you ever wondered what the Texas Historical Commission is? It is the Texas state entity that protects and explains our long and colorful history.

Among other responsibilities the Texas Historical Commission preserves and operates 31 State Historical Sites throughout the state.

The smallest historical site is at Acton, where Elizabeth Crockett, the second of wife of Davy Crockett is buried.

After the fall of the Alamo families of those who died there were given sizeable pieces of land. Elizabeth and her family collected their land in what is now a small community some seven miles east of Granbury on the Brazos River in Hood County.

When Elizabeth died, the cemetery was built. Also, in the graveyard is the tombstone of Rebecca E. Crockett, one of the couple’s daughters.

The oldest site was actually created about 800 A.D. in East Texas. Caddo Mounds are relics created by a Caddo group known as the Hasinai.

Located about 26 miles west of Nacogdoches, the mounds were discovered by Anglos in the 1840s. The Hasinai stayed in the region until driven into Indian Territory, or Oklahoma today. The site features an exceptional museum, and, until recently, a grass house used by all Caddos. A tornado came through about two years ago and destroyed the house. Members of the Caddo tribes, local citizens, the THC, and others are working to replace it.

Not all sites are rugged places. One is in downtown Austin where it is undergoing much needed maintenance.

It is a lovely house built in 1841 for the French Charge d’ affaires, who were colorful characters. Over the years the home began to show its age. When the Daughters of the Republic of Texas handed the deed over to the state of Texas, Gov. Greg Abbott transferred it to THC. When complete it will be back to its original grace surrounded with a lovely park.

On the Gulf Coast at Rockport is the fabulous Fulton Mansion. Unfortunately, Hurricane Harvey was intent on destroying the beautiful site. Talented staff at the museum saw that the home was safely boarded up and have overseen a wonderful reconstruction.

Finally, two historical sites can be found within an hour drive. Driving north to Bonham, one comes to the

Sam Rayburn House, built in 1916 as a home for Mr. Sam. Sam Rayburn was elected to the Texas Legislature before winning a seat in the U.S. House of Representatives. He served 17 years as Speaker of the House. He was a close friend and advisor to President Franklin D. Roosevelt and strongly supported the New Deal. Today, the home still looks like it did when Mr. Sam died.

If you turn east on Highway 82 in Bonham you will enter Paris, Texas, site of another beautiful home. The Sam Bell Maxey House has recently refurbished with much of the Maxey furniture. Maxey was against the Civil War, and only joined because he feared the Union Army would invade Texas from the north. Many men in this area felt the same way. Later, he went to the U.S. Congress from Texas.

Eventually, three generations of the Maxey family occupied the home. Again, when the home was given to THC it was in a somewhat dilapidated state. With good reconstruction, the home is a lovely reminder of the late 19th century.

For more information, visit www.thc.texas.gov. Historic sites are one of many ways Texans can learn about their state.

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Can’t Have One Without the Other

Cotton growers selling bales of cotton on courthouse square in Greenville, Texas ca. 1887. Once the bales were sold, the owner took them to the compress, to the right of the square. Any man with his foot on a wagon wheel was a furnishing merchant who claimed his share of the sales to cover the debts of the farmer. (Carol Taylor collection)

Texas is well-known for its Blackland Prairies, a swath of black, gummy, clay that runs like a tornado from counties adjacent to the Red River southwesterly to beyond Austin. When early settlers from Mississippi and Alabama saw the rich Eco-Region, they were thrilled. Blackland grows great cotton. There was one difference between the Texas Blackland Prairie and that in their home states. Where were the rivers? Yes, there is the Red River, and the headwaters of the Sabine, the Brazos and the Trinity, none of which are navigable this far north. Like all agricultural endeavors, cotton needs not only good soil, moisture, and sun, but the farmer has to have a market so sell his product. To get to that market, it was much easier, quicker, and cheaper to float the bales downriver. There were no rivers deep enough above Falls of the Brazos. Freighting it to Jefferson and shipping down the Sabine to Galveston was an option. That worked if you had sons to do the work. It usually took almost a month.

Railroads were very practical means of transportation. But the only railroad in Antebellum Texas was a short line around Houston. During the Civil War, planters in Arkansas piled bales of cotton in wagons and sent long lines through Texas to the Rio Grande where the cotton bales were unloaded on the Mexico side, then loaded onto British ships in exchange for food, liquor, and medicine for Confederates. It would be late 1870s and early 1880s before rail transportation became available in the state of Texas.

Once railroads were up and running, cotton gins sprouted up on every rural crossroad. Life was good again in Northeast Texas, except for one thing. Railroad lines, such as the Katy in north Texas, charged enormous fees and were not found everywhere like streets and roads are today.

The Katy came into Texas through what is now Denison and ran southeasterly through Greenville. It was October 2, 1880 that the train made its first appearance to a great celebration. Farmers knew of the arrival and planted cotton earlier in the spring. Now cotton and railroads were connected.

Every fall, wagons were lined up at the gins, baled cotton was for sale on the courthouse square, furnishing merchants recouped part of the farmers debts. Cotton sold in Greenville was taken to the compress to be squeezed into tighter bales before they were loaded on trains for Galveston and shipment to Europe. Who paid for this? Most of the time the fee funneled down to the farmer.

The Katy had the round house in Greenville and the county had two attorneys and a judge on their side. Numerous lawsuits were filed at the Hunt County Courthouse in Greenville. One is worth telling. A farmer had taken his cotton to the gin and on returning home, he smelled smoke and discovered his load was on fire or smoldering as cotton does. Approaching a railroad track, he drove over it, stopped his mule to jump off, sent the mule and wagon on. This didn’t work out as he planned. He broke his leg, the mule wandered off, and the wagon with cotton slowly burned.

But, aha, there was another chance to make some money. He visited one of the attorneys, filed a claim against the Katy and won. A little later, the Greenville roundhouse burned to the ground. At that point, the Katy owners decided to teach the attorneys and judge a lesson. They left the remains of the burned roundhouse and built a new one a Denison, a much more friendly railroad town.

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Lynching, Riots and Protests

The National Memorial for Peace and Justice in Montgomery, Alabama, remembers the nation’s history of racial terrorism, representing a journey from slavery to the period after the Civil War and before the civil rights movement. Photo: NPR.org

What a year we have had already and it’s not even halfway over! Three events that are unbelievable have come to visit us and alter so much of our lives. We started the year with political division, an issue that has gone on for some time now. Since this is an election year, it will probably be more offensive as the year goes on.

Then there was COVID-19, a viral infection no one knew about, that no one knows exactly how to contain it, much less cure it. It is scary to say the least. Thousands have died, others stayed in hospitals for weeks, while the rest of us took our temperature on our foreheads this time, when we got up each morning or when we walked into our office. That is, if anyone had a job to go to. As I have researched various aspects of the Great Depression and New Deal, I never thought I would see such horrific times. I have stayed at home since before Easter, I have a big yard with a garden, and flower beds to tend. So, I get out every day. I go to the grocery store on Sunday mornings at 7:00 when there are fewer customers. I had a physical exam online. I attend church online. But I am lucky. I have a commitment to write a biography of Morris Sheppard for the New Deal Symposium. I have work to do, thank goodness. I feel for those who don’t, who have no paychecks, whose children are confined with them. It’s ot fair.

Then last weekend, the whole country experienced something that is inconceivable. The incident happened in Minneapolis, where a black man was killed by a white policeman. Since that time, cities and suburbs have been haunted by fear of riots and protests. Is there no end to the violence?

Author S. C. Gwynne wrote in Empire of the Summer Moon, that there is history based on hard, documented fact; history that is colored with rumor, speculation, or falsehood; and history that exists in what might be termed the hinterlands of imagination. Without a doubt we are suffering through the second form of history. I went back to my files and found papers I researched and presented about Lynching about ten years ago. But this isn’t really lynching. It’s more of an epidemic of violence, among our neighbors, among strangers, and among families, even.

Much of the violence is based on racism – whites against blacks. Control over those who are not like us, Caucasians who speak English, follow most manners, and consider ourselves elitists. Yet, my husband and I have been watching documentaries of World War II. The same racism attitudes were felt by Japanese, Chinese, and to a certain degree Germans and Russians. Why? What causes all this violence, hatred, and meanness? We also still feel that way about Hispanics and Native Americans.

Isn’t time we put aside our weapons, our differences, and try to understand each other? Doing so would make 2020 a much better year to remember.

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Medicine from Native Americans

Hummingbird Blossom (also known as Buck Brush) was used to treat a variety of ailments by Native Americans, including mouth and throat conditions and wounds and burns.

Last week I wrote about natural plants that Native Americans used for diseases and wounds. This week I will focus on plants Native Americans shared with the earliest colonists.

Much information was transmitted by each group to the others. Cherokee Indians were some of the most open people to meet with the Europeans.

Now remember that Cherokee people lived between the Appalachian Mountains and the lowlands of eastern United States. A moderate climate, with plenty game and rivers for fish, gave Cherokee a great place to live. The nation thrived for centuries.

Here are a few of their treatments. If someone developed an upset stomach, they used blackberry tea for curing diarrhea and soothing swollen tissues and joints. An all-nature cough syrup to heal sore throats could be made from blackberry root mixed with honey or maple syrup. To soothe bleeding gums, they would chew leaves. This plant was also good for strengthening the whole immune system.

Cherokee and other Native American tribes considered rosemary sacred. They used it mostly as an analgesic for alleviating sore joints. This herb improves memory, relieves muscle pain and spasm, and helps the circulatory and the nervous systems. It also improves the immune system and treats indigestion. Quite a Miracle Drug!

Cherokees used to make a mint tea to soothe digestion problems and help an upset stomach. They also made a salve from the leaves to relieve itching skin and rashes.

Cherokees also made a mild tea from twigs and black gum bark to relieve chest pains.

A similar plant was used for treating mouth and throat conditions as well as cysts, fibroid tumors and inflammation. Hummingbird Blossom or Buck Brush could be made into a poultice to help treat burns, sores, and wounds. A diuretic that stimulates kidney function was also made by using the roots of this plant. This plant was used by early pioneers as a substitute for black tea. Recent studies have shown that hummingbird blossom is effective in treating high blood pressure and lymphatic blockages.

Healers used wild ginger for treating earache and ear infections. They also made a mild tea from the rootstock for stimulating the digestive system and relieving bloating. It also helps with bronchial infections and nausea.

Throughout the south, Native Americans used the inner bark of slippery elm trees to fashion bow strings, rope, thread and clothing. Tea was made from the bark and leaves was used to soothe toothaches, respiratory irritations, skin conditions, stomachache, sore throats and even spider bites.

Honeysuckle, abundant throughout the South, was used as a natural remedy by Native Americans for asthma, but it has multiple healing purposes, including rheumatoid arthritis, mumps, and hepatitis. It also helps with upper respiratory tract infections, such as pneumonia.

What an amazing selection of medicinal goods can be found in our yards and woods. I wonder if they would work on us.

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