Showing posts with label 1930s stories. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Burdette, Arkansas

Around 2008, the Hale family of Burdette donated many pieces of vintage agricultural items to the Widner-Magers Farm for use in our living history museum. Over the years, students and adults enjoyed those donations with many hands-on activities. We will always be thankful for these donations, which will remain for the education of future generations. It has been people like the Hales who made it possible for us to tell the Northeast Arkansas Delta story.

Although we played basketball against Burdette often in the 1960s, I knew little about the town or how it started, but over recent years I have collected many stories and much information. Ruth Hale also presented us with a book about the Burdette Plantation. Although it is too lengthy to reproduce here, below you'll find a couple of good sources, ending with the life achievements of Ruth Hale, who passed away in February of this year. (2020)

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from: The Encyclopedia of Arkansas

Burdette (Mississippi County) is located nine miles south of Blytheville (Mississippi County) on State Highway 148 just off U.S. Highway 61, known as the Great River Road. Burdette is named after Alfred Burdette Wolverton, who in the early 1900s was one of the first lumbermen to settle in the area. It was incorporated as a company town by workers of the Three States Lumber Company of Wisconsin in May 1905. Prior to Three States Lumber Company’s arrival, the area had been swampland and uninhabitable. Burdette Township split from Fletcher Township in 1908 to create the community of Burdette. Burdette proper is located within the larger Burdette Township (a township being a division of a county), which includes farming and lumber operations.


Three States Lumber Company finished construction of the first sawmill in Burdette in June 1906. By 1922, the town had a hotel, wooden sidewalks, a power plant, a cooperage company, two separate schools (for black and white children), a large park with a baseball diamond, an open-air theater, a community canning kitchen, a post office, and an ice cream parlor. The Blytheville, Burdette, and Mississippi River Railroad was incorporated in 1906 with a line from the Burdette mill to Wolverton Landing on the Mississippi River. The track was later extended from Blytheville to Luxora (Mississippi County).

During the company’s seventeen years of logging operations in Burdette Township, Three States sold its cut-over lands to farmers, and the population of the entire Burdette Township reached more than 900 by 1920.

In the fall of 1913, Three States Lumber Company hired James Feagin Tompkins to manage the company’s “home farm,” or what became known as the Burdette Plantation. While tenancy and sharecropping were already on the rise in Mississippi County, Tompkins introduced the crop-lien system to Three States’ operation. With the hiring of Tompkins and the creation of the Burdette plantation, the Three States Lumber Company town of Burdette began a transition from a company-operated lumber town to an independently owned agricultural community.

Three States Lumber Company systematically sold the land in and around the town of Burdette to local businessmen and farmers over the course of forty years. Three States invested heavily in its Burdette plantation even with major economic and environmental crises. The company maintained a viable agricultural business through the exploitation of their tenants and sharecroppers. However, Three States found a way, eventually, to get out of its agricultural interests by allowing its tenants to lease to buy throughout the 1920s and 1930s, decades that saw some of the worst agricultural depressions the United States had ever experienced.

Three States Lumber Company leased the 2,200-acre Burdette plantation to James Feagin Tompkins and a group of investors in 1922 with the option to buy. The Burdette plantation served as a testing ground for agricultural research development by the University of Arkansas (UA) in Fayetteville (Washington County) beginning in 1923. Burdette became known for its advancements in agricultural production in the mid-twentieth century. In conjunction with the Arkansas Agricultural Experiment Station and the U.S. Department of Agriculture Bureau of Plant Industry, agronomists conducted cotton and corn varietal and fertilizer experiments. They tried new types of seed and fertilizer to improve cotton yields. Several different cotton varieties and strains were developed by breeders through these testing trials located west of the plantation headquarters. These included Burdette Express, Burdette Lone Star, Burdette Trice, Burdette Acala, and Burdette Delfos. As a result, Burdette became locally celebrated for its many different varieties of cotton and corn.


Three States offered a lease-with-option-to-purchase cotton contract to Burdette farmers and the Burdette Plantation in 1932. The contract called for 100 bales of cotton in payment for forty acres of land and was not contingent on the price of cotton. This unique plan for agricultural development in the Mississippi River Valley was seen as progressive for its time but also served the interests of Three States in removing itself from its agricultural enterprise in Burdette. Cotton prices increased as a result of the New Deal programs, and cotton growers like Tompkins received government subsidy and parity payments. Tompkins and his investors were able to purchase the Burdette Plantation by 1935.

Burdette thrived as an active farming community until the 1960s, when the mechanization of agriculture and development of chemical weed control decreased the demand for labor. The Blytheville School District and Burdette High School consolidated in the early 1990s, and the Blytheville School District closed the Burdette schools in 2001. The Burdette School Complex Historic District is on the National Register of Historic Places for its historic architecture and significance to a once thriving lumber and agricultural community. There are currently no churches or businesses in the community.

from: The National Register of Historic Places

In the early part of the twentieth century rural communities in Mississippi County were relatively isolated because of poor transportation. Roads were unpaved and mostly unimproved. Automobiles were rare and most travel was by mule-drawn wagon. It was in this environment that Burdette was founded. It was originally a company town owned by the Three States Lumber Company. The town was incorporated in 1905 when the company opened a mill there. When workers began moving into the town with their families the growing need for a school was felt throughout the community. 

In 1922 the timber and lumber operations were complete and most of the town's buildings were moved to other locations. Before that time Three States had developed a farming operation on its cleared land and had begun to sell the newly cleared land for agricultural purposes. James Feagin Tompkins, who had been the farm manager for Three States, formed Burdette Plantation Incorporated in order to purchase a large block of land. The town continued on a reduced scale, but was still essentially a company town, this time supporting the plantation operation. Burdette Plantation continued to support the school. James Tompkins became a Board member in 1918 and served on the Board until his death in 1936.  


The town of Burdette was once a thriving lumber company town that successfully made the transition to an agricultural town when the timber was all cleared. With less labor-intensive agricultural practices the town's population has drastically declined. The Burdette School Complex is the most intact group of buildings that survive from the town's heyday. The school grew and declined with the town for almost eighty school terms. Although this year's class will be the last, the complex will continue to be held in high accord by generations of town citizens who were educated at the facility. The Burdette School Complex Historic District is being nominated to the National Register with state significance under Criterion C for its varied architecture and as the most extant historic school complex that is known to exist in Arkansas. It is also being nominated under Criterion A for the educational role it has played in the town of Burdette. 

from: Blytheville Courier News

Ruth Carlton Hale, age 86 of Burdette, Arkansas passed away peacefully on February 27, 2020.

Ruth was born in Griffin, GA in 1934. She graduated from Blytheville High School in 1951 and then attended Sophie Newcomb College in New Orleans. Later, she transferred to the University of Arkansas where she was a member of Pi Beta Phi. She graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Education and went on to receive a Master of Science in Library Service from Columbia University in New York City.

Upon graduation Ruth moved to Austin, TX where she worked as a librarian at the University of Texas. She later moved to Atlanta, GA as an archivist in Georgia Tech’s library. After her retirement, she returned to her beloved home in Burdette, AR.

Ruth volunteered countless hours at the Delta Gateway Museum in Blytheville and Mississippi County Museum in Osceola.  She was a prolific reader of all types of literature and appreciated classical music. Ruth was the epitome of a historian. She worked tirelessly to have architecture from her hometown of Burdette preserved on the historic register. She archived and preserved everything from historic documents and local buildings to a box of photos, clippings, and awards for each and every family member.

She was preceded in death by her parents, George Albert Hale Sr. and Sara Tompkins Hale, of Burdette, AR. She leaves a brother, George Albert Hale Jr.; a niece, Charlee Hale Moore and her husband Tim; nephew, George A. "Trey" Hale III and his wife Stephanie, all of Burdette; five great nieces and nephews, Sara Allison Goff  and her husband JT, Kathryn Hale Knuth  and  her husband Chad, Christopher Gregory Predmore, George Albert "Bo" Hale IV and Kate Stevenson Hale; 5 great great nieces and nephews Leah Jett Goff, John Oliver Goff, Layla Lynn Huffman, Luke Bennett Knuth and Braxton Hale Predmore.

Friday, August 28, 2020

A Delta Story: Harvest Broom Making and Storytelling

Here's another in the Delta Story series as was written for the FALL ISSUE OF COUNTRY RUSTIC MAGAZINE in 2018. 


Story and Photography by Dru Duncan
 
"The days grow shorter. The trees are changing from their summer green to rich crimson, russet, amber and gold. The fields are white with cotton. Wheat and rice are so golden that they glow as the morning sun rises. The crispness in the air makes it undeniable. Fall has arrived.
 
I love the activity harvest time brings to our old company store, where each year friends and family gather for a day filled with the folk traditions of broom making and storytelling. The sweet smell of field straw, dried grasses, and cornhusks fills the air, as we diligently work to make brooms and whisks from the mounds of natural materials harvested from the ditch banks and end rows. Turkey wing and hawk tail whisks, pot scrubbers and cake testers, clothes whisk and brush brooms fill our list. The rhythmic clunk, clunk of the twine board on the century old store floor mixes with our continuous tales of days gone by but not forgotten. Sitting close to the wood burning stove to keep the chill off, once again we hear the story of my pioneer grandmother who cleaned the floors of their dogtrot log house with a stiff broom, lye soap, and water. Those floors were bleached almost white from the scrubbing. Or, I share my own childhood memory of making small bundles of leftover broom straw, securing them with rubber bands. They were used for silking ears of corn every Fourth of July. There was no celebration or homemade ice cream on that day until every #3 washtub of corn was shucked, silked, and packed in the freezer. And, I'll never forget being awakened very early on a fall morning for a day of foraging along the Mississippi River. We filled our buckets with wild pecans and walnuts, crabapples and berries. Then we loaded the truck with branches of birch and dogwood to fashion thrifty yard brooms for grandmother's flower beds and vegetable garden. . ."
Want to read more? Go to 2018 FALL ISSUE OF COUNTRY RUSTIC
There are E-Magazines that you can download and read all the stories.



LIFE IS GOOD. . .Sweep It Up
 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Three Blocks to C.A.'s Grocery


"Hi, Mama". . .the screen door slamming behind me.
"Hi, Honey. . .You're just in time. . .I want you to run to C. A.'s. . .
I need a jar of Miracle Whip and you might as well pick up a loaf of bread and a quart of milk, too."
 
"Can I have some Rex Jelly?"
I never missed a chance to ask.
"Not today. . .We have homemade peach and strawberry already open."
 
Why did we have to eat homemade jam and jelly anyway? Rex was my pick. Nothing in this world as good as Rex Jelly on buttered toast or Sunday biscuits. I didn't much like Mom's biscuits but a big dollop of Rex made them go down a whole lot easier. I much preferred Granny's fluffy biscuits. . .and she always had Rex Jelly on hand. . .Yep. . .In the biscuit category, my Granny made the best.
 
As I thought about the mysteries of the adult world and how they think,  I grabbed the bright blue Schwinn bike that Santa brought the Christmas before and headed the three blocks to C. A.'s. . . .When the store was in sight, I scanned the possibilities for parking my bike. . . .As usual there were already bikes there. . .leaning against the porch. . .I'd have to park mine on the other side from where I normally put it. . .A minor inconvenience.
 
 
Farmhands fresh from their day's work in the field sat on the porch. . .smoking cigarettes. . .eating crackers and cheese. . .sipping on Cokes and Pepsi. . .talking about how hot the day had been. . .and their plans for Saturday's trip 'to town'. . .hardly noticing me as I propped my bike against the porch. . . .I nodded to the sweet old lady next door. . .sitting on the porch of her shotgun house. . .She never failed to say "Hello"  and I always smiled and returned the favor. . .Nearly every time I made a trip to C. A.'s, she was sitting on that porch. . .watching all the comings and goings from a friendly distance. . .It seemed to fill her days.
 
Quickly I bounded up the old cypress steps and past the men. . .Mom had warned me to never talk to strangers. . .I could smell the mixture of oiled floors, fried 'something', bags of onions and potatoes and ripe bananas drifting through the screen door. . .Oh that screen door . . .In my entire lifetime of store visits, that screen door squeeked open and shut with a loud bang every single time.
 
"Hello, Little Bit!" . . .that was me.
"Hello, Sissy" . . .my pet name for C. A.
 . . .because he wore the large, white bibbed apron of a butcher. . .Most times we'd find him behind the meat counter--back among the hams and bologna. In those days slices of sandwich meats or pork chops or bacon--well, any kind of meat--were cut, weighed and wrapped in white paper, the price marked on top with a grease pencil.
 
I continued on my mission. . .grabbing Mom's order and nothing else. . .I did check the Rex Jelly on the lower shelf below the Miracle Whip. . .just to be sure C. A. still carried it. . .When I'd gathered all together, I placed the three items on  the counter in the center of the room for Juanita (C. A.'s wife) to write down the charges on our ledger. . .Daddy would settle up with them at the end of the month.
 
"Come here a minute, Little Bit."
 
Those were the sweetest words I'd heard. . .because I knew what was coming. . .On rare occasions it had happened before. . .
 
"Whatcha need, Sissy?"
 
 I rounded the corner and stepped to the other side of the meat counter. . .No words. . .just a grin. . .as C. A. looked straight ahead passing me a couple of crackers with peanut butter spread smooth, topped with that shimmering, red jewel of my heart's desire. . .REX JELLY. . .in that moment, C. A. was my Prince Charming. . .and didn't seem like an adult at all. . .It was our little secret. . .one we never spoke of. . .especially around Mom. . .or Juanita.
 
I gobbled the crackers down. . .wiped my face of the evidence. . .gave C. A. a big hug. . .and headed home. . .grinning all the way.
 
 
 Many have asked why the bike leans against the porch of C. A. Smith's Grocery at our farmstead today. . .Others know why because their bikes were once parked there, too.
 
Me? . . I leave it there in fond memory of a man whose small gestures of love has never been forgotten.

"Thank you, Sissy."
 
C.A. and Juanita Smith, Dell, AR
 
 


Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Waking to a New Day



                The year is 1936. . . Morning has just dawned on the Earl Magers farm, where the manager and his family are awakening to the promise of a sunny day. . .Up and down the row of red farmhouses on either side of the dirt road, the same scene is taking place. . .Radios are turned on. . . The sounds of country gospel music and local news fill the air. . .The smell of bacon frying and bread baking combine with the sweet smell of the white cotton blossoms, thick in every field as far as the eye can see.

            The two red barns look as if they, too, are yawning and stretching, making ready for the day ahead. . . The cows will soon be milked; the mules will be harnessed for the day’s tasks. . . Chickens roam the barnyard, while the old rooster looks on from his perch on the fence. . .A white picket fence encompasses the manager’s house and garden in an attempt to keep out any unwanted creatures. . .The house itself is painted white, with a long open front porch and white wood awnings over every window. . .The garden is overabundant with what seems to be every vegetable known to mankind. . .The ground is so rich and fertile that it is said one could plant a boomstick and watch it grow. For sure, the weeds grow just as fast as the vegetables. . .Soon the lady of the house will be seen in her broad straw hat, gathering the produce and pulling those weeds. . . The children will be off to school, and her husband will begin his day giving instructions to the twenty or so farmhands. . . Mules to harness--Weeds to chop--Pigs and cattle to feed--Fences to repair. . .All must be made ready--for within six weeks, the cotton will be ready to pick and all else will come to a standstill. 
Cotton is King on this farm. . . .and our world revolves around it. . . .
LIFE IS GOOD. . .

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