Mom's Story Telling

Mom's Story Telling
 My Mother had a way of sharing her memories that was simple but mesmerizing, at least it was to me. Don't get me wrong she did not sit around all day telling stories. She had 6 boys to raise and she did in in a hands on way. It was those good and easy times when she would take a few moments and reminisce about her family that captured my attention and still holds a special place in my heart today. Mom lost her mother when she was only 15 years old and being the oldest girl the bulk of the house keeping and child rearing became her responsibility. This was exaggerated by the fact that her father was near blind and she had 3 younger siblings.

 1929 was a very bad year for Mom and  the Collier family, the oldest son Charles Odell died January 02 and her mother Addie died on August 12, 1929. Of course we all know what about the stock market crashing that same year. I am sure the  crash of the stock market was of little interest at the time but as the next few years unfolded it became increasingly hard to find work of any kind in Izard County and like many other families they resorted to working the cotton crops in the 'east bottoms' as they were referred to by many. There was a lot of cotton in Jackson County and I think they moved back and forth between Jackson County and Izard County a few times.

 It was in these trying times that Mom grew into womanhood. Please remember I am paraphrasing when I try to retell her stories. I am also working with the handicap of not being the storyteller she was. I do remember her talking about spending a Sunday afternoon with her teenage friends just exploring the area where they lived. She told of going up on one of the highest hills just to see the beautiful country side. She told of building a fire and when it was time to go home some of the boys places large sandstone rocks on the fire and when they were about half way home the rocks would explode, they didn't have TV for entertainment in those days.

 She told of being in a school play and waiting for her father to come home from his job hauling freight by wagon and a team of horses. He sometimes spent the night on the road between Melbourne and the river port at Guion in Izard County, Arkansas. That evening she waited until it was almost too late to make the trip into town before the play started. It was very cold and one of the neighbors came by and gave her a lift. She made it just in time for the play but was worried about her father Joseph. It was just not like him to be late any time but this time was special and he had promised her he would be home in time to take her in to town. The play had already started when they heard the familiar sound of a heavily loaded freight wagon coming down the street. The play was halted while the men folks carried her father off the frozen wagon seat and took him in to thaw him out. The had to break the ice off the horses muzzle in order to feed and water them.

 Mom talked about her mother Addie ‘Dobbs’ Collier and her love for playing the organ. I would have loved to hear Grandma Addie play, I can imagine a waltz or a good old gospel song from the Presbyterian Hymnal but sadly it was not to be.  While I was researching our family genealogy my 2nd cousin Diane Dobbs Wilson found me through my Lane-Collier Web Page and said she had a copy of a daily Journal written by Elizabeth J. Rudolph McSpadden. Elizabeth was aunt to my  Grandmother Addie who’s brother William was Diane’s Grandfather. This wonderful lady wrote mundane facts of daily life that may not have seemed that important at the time but when I read it 100 years later I was mesmerized and didn’t want to put it down even to eat or sleep. I was reading along sometimes laughing sometimes with tears in my eye when right there on February 3, 1900 it simply said “Mack Dobbs got them an organ”. This was the organ Mother told all those years later.

 Mom also talked about her Grandfather John Ira McMillon Dobbs who was a Civil War Veteran. The Civil War was always interesting to me and actually listening to someone tell true stories about actual events was always a treat. I later found out that John was in Company E, Freeman's Regiment of  Cavalry, Confederate States Of America. According to the story he told Mom and she passed on to me was that he was wounded quite severely in the head and was left along with some others to recover near a spring of water. His wound was very serious and somehow word got back to his family and they slipped through Union lines and brought him back home to recover.

 When I started researching my family genealogy I was living in Loveland, Colorado and trying to dig up as much as my limited resources would let me. I visited the Arkansas History Center in Little Rock as often as I could get back in the area. There  Confederate military records showed where John received a Confederate pension of $25.00 month starting Aug 21, 1901 and increased to $100.00 month Aug, 8, 1910 until his death in 1932. It stated that he had been severely wounded in the head. There was also records that show where Freeman established a headquarters near Mammoth Spring, Arkansas and the Spring River Mill and his area of activity ranged over Northern Arkansas and as far north as Salem and Houston in Southern Missouri. The number of troops in his command ranged from 200 to 1500 men.  This was the wound he told Mother about and Mammoth Springs was probably where he was left to recuperate. He did recovered from his wounds at home and returned to his unit to finish out the war.
 When Mom talked about her young womanhood it was like she was relating something to you that happen yesterday.