Tales and Legends of Mt. Patrick

Written by Edna Liggin – August 16, 1990

A THRASHING IN THE COW FEED ROOM

Chester McCallum recalls that long ago he and two pals were playing one-eyed cat beside the Jim Porter home when the ball crashed through the window of the room occupied by Lucia Grafton. She was the Mt. Patrick school teacher boarding at the Porter home. The ball spilled her ink bottle. Indignant she demanded of Mr. Porter that he punish the boys.

He led them to a cow shed at the barn, where he had a barrel of cotton seed meal that he fed his milk cow. He had a stout persimmon switch with him. He pounded the barrel with wallops and told the boy to cry loudly. The did. All of them had fun with the make believe whipping.

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TOO MANY NAILS

When he was a small boy Chester McCallum, his mother, brother and sister lived with his grandfather John Tabor. He remembers once new sills were delivered to his grandfather’s home and while they were lying in the backyard, Chester and his brother, Ernest, found two hammers and kegs of nails and so they drove the sills full of nails. When the carpenter came he was dismayed to find the sills full of nails so he couldn’t say (?) out notches. Mr. Tabor was admonished by the carpenter to give the boys a licking. Mr. Tabor merely chuckled. the problem was now the carpenter’s!

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THE GREEN WALNUT TALE

It was in the early 1930’s that Victor Tabor and a number of boys with much trouble got together a load of green walnuts to poison a hole in Cornie Creek in order to get fish. When told by a cattle owner whose cows drank out of the hole, that they would have to insure his cows as they drank out of the hole, the boys sadly took their wagon load of green walnuts back home.

Victor Tabor once recalled the heifer that climbed the stairs at his father’s cotton gin (steam) to get the fodder in the loft. They led her down the steps, but she persistently tried it again.

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NO MORE LYE SOAP

Cumi Moncrief made the statement in her lifetime that she supposed no woman living knew how to make lye soap. Yet, she remembered clearly the process of using fat and ashes. This homemade soap was used for many wash-pot laundries.

Cumi often remembered that she was 16 years of age before she left the Youngblood farm to go to the town of Bernice.

 

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