Monday, December 31, 2007
In 1933, my father, Ross Bates, wrote the story of W.M. Gulick, Steve Franklin, and Will Cartwright who took a bunch of horses to Houston County, near Crockett, Texas and traded them for cattle. In the fall of 1879, Mr. Gulick and Mr. Calthrop brought the cattle through Seymour and up the Brazos to the mouth of Lake Creek and turned them loose. They established a camp and stayed together that winter. Calthrop’s father and family moved to the camp and built a house where Lake Creek empties into the Brazos. Mr. Gulick worked for the Millets and Bill Irvin, a partner of the Millets during 1880-1881, and then for the Hash Knife until 1883, when he married Miss Mary Jane Calthrop, a sister of Ham Calthrop.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
W. Heard Reeves passed away peacefully on December 17, 2007, at the age of 91. He was born to Victor M. and Alma G. Reeves on November 16, 1916, in Goree, Texas. He grew up on their farm in Knox County, and graduated from Goree High School in 1934 as Valedictorian. He moved to Wichita Falls in 1938 to attend Draughon’s Business College. He married Jeanette Moore on December 22, 1942, and they were married 39 years. He became a member of First United Methodist Church in June of 1946. He was a longtime member of the Keystone Class of that Church.
Mr. Reeves was drafted into the military in January 1941 and attended Infantry OCS. He served in campaigns in North Africa, Sicily (Anzio), Italy, southern France, Central Europe, and the Rhineland, at the end of the Sicilian campaign he was one of the two 2nd Lieutenants chosen to go to Division Headquarters in Trappani, Sicily, for a conference with Gen. George S. Patton regarding infantry tactics in frontline combat. As a member of the Third Infantry Division, he knew and fought with Audie Murphy. He pinned 2nd Lt. bars on Murphy at Remiramont, France, to give him a battlefield commission. During his military service, Reeves was awarded the Silver Star, the Combat Infantryman’s Badge, a Purple Heart, two Bronze Stars, the French Croix de Guerre with palm, and several Distinguished Unit Citations.
Mr. Reeves was employed for 31 years by Perkins-Prothro Company as office manager and head accountant, He was active in North Texas Oil and Gas Association, a charter member of North Texas Oil and Gas Association Accountants, and served several years as Chairman of the North Texas Ad Valorem Tax Committee. He also served on the Official Board of FUMC in various capacities and on the Salvation Army Advisory Board. His quick wit and sense of humor will be greatly missed.
Mr. Reeves was preceded in death by his parents, his wife, and two brothers, Jim and Frank. Survivors include his sister and brother-in-law, Vivian and Mark Allen, daughter, Elizabeth Reeves, son David H. Reeves, sister-in-law Velta Reeves, grandchildren Emily and husband Jay Rennie, Chris Coward, and Clay Reeves, two great-grandchildren, Shane and Jake Rennie, and several nieces and nephews whom he loved very much.
Visitation will be Wednesday, December 19, 2007, from 4 to 6 p.m. at Hampton Vaughan Funeral Home. Services will be December 20, 2007 at Hampton Vaughan Chapel with Rev. John Dillard officiating. Interment will follow in Crestview Memorial Park.
In lieu of flowers, please make donations to the First United Methodist Church, Presbyterian Manor, of Hospice of Wichita Falls.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
But, before we dwell any longer on the history of the present Goree and its surrounding communities, I think it is imperative that we go back at least two decades and possibly a quarter of a century to the era when the first settlers made their first campfires on a strange prairie; inhabited by tens of millions of prairie dogs, rattlesnakes, and coyotes. To the new arrivals it was a veritable sea of land, stirred only by a gentle wind, an occasional “dust devil”, the hallow sound of a buzzing rattler, and the plaintive cry of a lonely coyote. These new settlers were men and women born of hardship, blessed in a belief of an Almighty God, and graced with a determination to carve for themselves, from this boundless prairie, a place in history. To achieve this they had only their work-worn hands, their horses, sulky plows, and for the most of them a few head of longhorn cattle. Their work began with first filing their land claims and the diggings and constructing of what was known as half-dugouts. These first Knox County homes were located as near as possible to water, for we must remember these people were settling on the edge of the desert, and acknowledgeable water was as scarce as the proverbial hen’s teeth. They were truly in the short grass country.
Friday, December 14, 2007
By John H. Bates
The little town of Goree is situated in the southeast corner of Knox County about three miles west of the Baylor County line and approximately the same distance north of the Haskell County line, on a three hundred and twenty acre land grant given by the late E.M. Coffman (Uncle Ebb) and W.W. Coffman. From the data I can get, the first plans for the township began in 1905, or as soon as it was ascertained that the railroad would be built through the present site of the township. The railroad came through in 1906; therefore, we might say that 1906 was the birth of the present Goree. Anyway, 1906 was the beginning of the incorporated town of Goree.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Well, I'm not into self-promotion but it is new news for Goree, Texas and Jimmy Harlan doesn't hesitate to bring it to my attention that it's been awhile since I've posted. When Kent closed Trainham Grocery he kept most of the meat processing equipment out of the meat market. Little did he know that that equipment would birth a new business years later. Selling ice is somewhat of a volatile business and retaining employees on a full-time basis throughout the winter is nearly impossible. Wild game processing is a logical off-season business that (so far) has enabled us to keep three employees from seeking supplemental income. And the fact that Kent is a lover of the outdoors just adds to the perfect fit of this new adventure.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Dallas Morning News
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Dale Redding, 91, passed away on Oct. 27, 2007, in Wichita Falls.
Dale was born Nov. 22, 1915 in Virgil and Elsie (Juergens) Redding in Minatare, Neb. Dale was a farmer, rancher, cattle feeder and Master Cattleman in Nebraska until 1966. He established a renowned herd of purebred Angus cattle and was one of the top Angus breeders in the world during the 1950's and 1960's. Dale was a farmer and later an oil producer in North Texas from 1968 until 1995.
Dale is survived by his wife, Nina; step-sons, Rod and Gary Lamm; daughter, Patricia Denton; son, Paul Redding; sister, Lois Stewart and by numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Dale was preceded in death by his parents, first wife, Louise; brother, Robert in World War II; and a sister at birth.
Dale's family will gather at a later time for a memorial service.
Memorials may be made to Hospice of Wichita Falls.
Tributes may be sent to the family at www.lunnscolonial.com
Monday, October 22, 2007
Well, the upstairs structure above the City Hall and the garage sale are now emptied of their contents. And they aren't so scary anymore! We have dreams of using these structures now that they have a new roof. New windows, electrical and bathrooms are next steps. The dream is for this to be turned into lodging. Try these on for size..."The City Lodge" or how about "Lake Creek Lodge"? All proceeds will be for the upkeep of the Memorial Building, etc. The vision is for the rooms (7 or so) to be filled with antiques that one could purchase if the hankerin' should hanker.
Thanks to those who got their hands dirty~you know who you are!!! And yes I know, we got a lot more than our hands dirty~but it will be well worth it!
Friday, October 12, 2007
SEYMOUR — Ann Lain, 81, died Wednesday, Oct. 10, 2007, in Wichita Falls. Services will be at 2 p.m. Saturday at the Red Springs Baptist Church, with the Rev. Gary Godkin, pastor, and Rev. Genoa Goad officiating. Burial will be in Masonic Cemetery under the direction of Seymour Memorial Funeral Home.
Mrs. Lain worked at the M System Grocery Store for 20 years. Survivors include her husband, C.W. “Cy” Lain of Seymour; one daughter, Cynthia Ann Wittman of Granbury, Texas; a son, Chad Waylon Lain of Holliday, Texas; a sister, Jean Walling of Wichita Falls; two grandchildren, four great-grandchildren and three great-great-grandchildren.
Visitation will be at 6:30 p.m. today at the funeral home.
Memorials may be made to Hospice of Wichita Falls or to the Seymour Cemetery Association.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
The Memorial Building garage sale building now has a new roof. But, what good is a new roof with mildewed merchandise. Soooo, last week we had a big, black bag sale. People were invited to fill a black bag for only $5.00, cheap~cheap~cheap. (It beat throwing it in the dumpster.) We even had one patron fill a suburban!!!
We have future plans for this structure! If the building is not leased by a company who builds cabinets, then we will begin plans for a new and improved thrift/antique store to benefit the Goree Memorial Building. Leasing or thriftstore, either way, proceeds will go towards the upkeep of the Memorial Building.
A big huge thanks to those who worked!!! Some baked for the bake sale, some sweat and swore while cleaning up, then again, some did all of the above. It was a huge job, but the benefits were worth it.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
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94 Years Young Captain John Thomas Peek, of Solana Beach, Calif., passed away on September 21, 2007. Graveside services will be held at 11 a.m. Monday, October 1, 2007, at Maple Hill Cemetery. Family gatherings will be from 4-6 p.m. Sunday and 10-11 a.m. Monday at the Maple Hill Funeral Home. Captain John Thomas Peek (J.T. to his family) was born on June 11, 1913, in the home of his family farm in Goree, Knox County, Texas. John enlisted in the Aviation Section of the USMC in 1933 and began flight school in 1936 in Pensacola. He was transferred to San Diego Naval Air Station in 1937 for three years of active duty, where he immediately qualified on the carrier and was eventually promoted to Captain. He flew many different aircraft, including Army Air Corps P-51 Mustangs, and once flew 11 different planes in one day. John qualified Charles Lindbergh in the Corsair. In 1940, John left the Marines to become a TWA pilot, flying the DC-2. During his career with TWA, he served an additional three years in the USMC during WWII participating in soldier and supply transport flights, mostly in the southwest Pacific Theater. He was awarded Good Conduct; American Defense Service, Presidential Unit Citation. He returned to TWA after WWII while still serving in the USMC Reserve until 1952, reaching the rank of Major. During the Vietnam War, he again served his country by transporting soldiers in and out of the country as a TWA pilot. He retired as a TWA International Captain after 33 years of service, completing his TWA career flying the "latest and largest" plane of the time - the 747 Jumbo Jet. He accumulated 25,000 hours and approximately 8 million miles of flying time. Survivors include a sister, Dimple Jetton, Spearman, Texas; a daughter, Vickie Peek, Solana Beach, Calif.; three sons, John T. "Jet" Peek, Jr., Houston, Texas, Randy Peek, K.C., Kan., Gary Peek, Solana Beach, Calif.; two grandsons, Ryan Peek, Logan Peek, and a great grandson, Troy Peek, all of K.C, Kan. (Arr.: Maple Hill Funeral Home, 913- 831-3345).
Published in the Kansas City Star on 9/29/2007.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Our small town is almost dead. But, we are hopeful because we have a new theme and dream. Goree, Texas: Gateway to Miller Creek Reservoir. We are the nearest town with easiest access to the 3rd ranked fishing lake in Texas. In our area, farmers and ranchers have been innovative in discerning the trend of the times. They are catering to people who want guided hunting and fishing opportunities. All they have is the land and the heart to put it to good use.
With our new found purpose, the GGG Group wants to create an environment where dreams become reality. Based on casting the vision alone, businesses and ideas have already sprung to life. Deer processing, lodging, storage buildings, and for more info...
Dreams are coming true, but we need a helping hand. What dream do we need your help with? A Hometown Makeover! We have talented volunteers with the heart, but we don’t have materials. We need to build two welcome signs, tin awnings and wooden sidewalks. The labor will be provided by volunteers which is priceless and we already have $891 from donations and fund-raisers. How can your $6800 help? $2,000 for signs, $3400 awnings, and $1400 sidewalks. The trex material is more expensive than wood, but durability is imperative.
This project will first of all let the world know that we exist with signs by the new highway and second of all help us create an aesthetically pleasing downtown area when they do exit. By revitalizing our downtown area, our existing and prospective businesses will flourish.
(Picture that inspired our downtown vision)
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
The City's buildings across the street received a 'new' roof, as well. I might add, the 'haunted house' building that exists above City Hall is cleaned out and ready for windows, electricity and sheet rock. The vision for this structure is a City Lodge which will have about seven rooms for rent for homecoming, reunions and hunters. Our dream is that this lodge will be filled with antiques and furniture that folks will have the opportunity to buy. Therefore, bringing in income to benefit the upkeep of the Memorial Building. A name for this new 'venture is being sought..."Lake Creek Lodge" is a possibility. Any others?
Monday, September 24, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
The Latham Family was present for this special occasion. Jackie, Linda, Charley and Dusty were in town for the funeral and afterwards desired to take a walk through their past. Their parents had a café, The City Café, where the current City Hall is located. They lived in an upstairs apartment that is accessed through a door between the City Hall and the garage sale building. The last known use of this structure was for haunted houses, which was apparent when touring the rooms. The remnants of body parts, spiders and fake blood littered the trail. Surprisingly enough, the second story was in fair condition.
What an honor it was for me to join the four of the five Latham kids as they pulled out memories from their childhood. And, I might add, some of that sibling spunk bubbled to the surface. Charley found where he had carved his initials on the door. Dusty remembered baths where water was dumped over his head. Linda was amazed to see the black trim from when her and her sister painted their room pink and black. Jackie claims that when some of her siblings climbed the water tower, she stayed behind. From time to time she would holler for them to come down or she was gonna tell Momma. The park was their personal playground.
After all these years, these folks still care. I think they care about preserving their memories, but they also want those who call Goree home to enjoy making new memories. As a matter of fact, they care so much that they made donations towards the “Going for Greatness in Goree” Campaign. They thanked me for the tour through the building, but I want to thank them! So here goes, thank you for the generous donations and thank you for the tour through your memories and your hearts. God Bless!
Mr. Hutchens was a veteran of the U.S. Army. Survivors include his wife, Mary Hutchens of Goree; two daughters, Pamela Lawson of Levelland, Texas, and Stacy Westbrook of Shallowater, Texas; one son, Billy Jay Hutchens of Graham; one stepdaughter, Cathy Cooper of Euless, Texas; two sisters, Glenda Arant of Lubbock, Texas, and Mary O'Dell of Woodson, Texas; five brothers, Lewis Wayne Hutchens of Gorman; Jerry Lynn Hutchens of Mission, David Lee Hutchens of Petrolia, Gary Kirk Hutchens of Cisco, and Richard Dean Hutchens of Seymour; eight grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
This is my first attempt with new software that allows me to alter images of our downtown area. I'm not very adept, yet. But, hopefully, you can get the 'picture'. As you can see, the windows in this old building are gorgeous and hopefully can be restored. Although, we would leave out the glass panes for the sake of the breeze. The railing in the lower front windows is not exactly what I imagined, but the idea of a rod-iron grate or fencing is the idea I had in mind. To restore the brick where it has been painted will probably take a sand blaster. And lastly the wooden sidewalks and tin awnings are the finishing touch.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
"Someone was hoping that rock from the house by the Hutchins' was from Miller Creek. This got me thinking about something and I got one for you.
The bricks for the Memorial Building! They were hauled in and dumped in the Park in the mid-40’s. They still had concrete stuck on them. The City paid 1 cent a brick to get them cleaned. I made a few dollars cleaning them with a hatchet. Then the Memorial bldg. was built out of them. I’m pretty sure I know where the bricks came from. See if you can find out. The only people I can think of that might know is my cousin Margie Allen or Sandy Lambeth might know. There is some history for you to dig into."
Thanks for the tidbit of history Mr. Peek. Wow, a few dollars worth for three hundred bricks~
Friday, August 17, 2007
Our vision will be unveiled and marketed at a county-wide luncheon to be held in Benjamin on August 26th at 1:00 p.m. We aquired a wealth of information and implementation is inevitable now. Watch out world, here we come! May our enthusiasm be contagious.
Oh, I almost forgot~we were awarded $3000.00!!! Thanks to those who presented this opportunity, those who participated from KCVG and a big hand to our facilitator and scribe! ~And most of all, thank you Lord~
Sunday, August 12, 2007
We have made progress in the direction of funding our beautification project which is called the GGG Campaign, Going for Greatness in Goree. Nancy B. has finished the incorporation paperwork that is a precursor to applying for money. In the meantime, we will do what we can with what we have. Next Saturday morning a workday is scheduled to clean out the vacant building on the corner. Our vision for this building is a breezy courtyard with hanging garden. Come if you can at 7:30 a.m.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Just let me know and I will help you get the paperwork started!" IS GOD NOT JUST GLORIOUS??????????? 4 hours after our prayer.....that's all it took for HIM to work!!!!! He said filing fees with the State and IRS would be about $325.00. I asked if the City could provide seed money to get this started and he thought we could. Economic Development! He said that whatever we needed, he was there to help and advise!
GOD IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Uncle John had a whistle that he blew when anybody was skating recklessly past beginners, when there was a lot of shoving or other horse play going on---even if a couple tried to stop in the dark recesses at the back of the rink for one small kiss. When the shrill sound of Uncle John's whistle sounded, everybody quickly looked for the unlucky culprits. Sometimes, some slightly inebriated out of Towner would get past Aunt Annie, but Uncle John would soon spot him and here he'd come out onto the rink floor, little khaki colored hat pulled down on his head, whistle in hand and the offender was given the price of his admission back and sent out the door. One night, a guy managed to slip by with several drinks under his belt--actually, drunk as a skunk comes to mind. He fell several times, but we thought he just didn't know how to skate. Soon, however, he had the audacity to begin making passes at some of the girls right under Uncle John's nose. We were all waiting for the whistle and we weren't disappointed. Uncle John was not a very big man, but that rink was his domain and nobody disrespected "his kids" when we were in his care. The big, drunk guy was unceremoniously shoved out the door after he had his skates jerked off his feet. Uncle John never needed help throwing somebody out, but he always had several big shouldered football players who would have been glad to assist him.
The old skating rink held especially fond memories for me because it was there where Jackie (Latham) Styles and I sat playing a game of "coke hop" on one especially warm evening in 1953. (For all you youngsters who never heard of coke hop: Cokes used to come in glass bottles with the location where they were bottled stamped on the bottom. If your bottle was from farther away than your friend's bottle, you were the winner. The winner didn't really "win" anything. You just had the distinction of being "the winner".) As Jackie and I sat playing, four boys walked into the rink wearing boots and western hats. They stood out from everybody else, because at that time, rolled up jeans and loafers were what boys usually wore.
"Wonder who left the door to the old bunkhouse open?" Jackie remarked.
"I don't know, but the short one on the end is kind of cute," I answered.
When we returned to the floor and started to skate, I looked up at the "cute one on the end" who had pushed his hat back, exposing black curly hair. He smiled at me and when I went around the second time, he winked at me with the most beautiful pair of gray-green eyes I had ever seen. Three weeks later, I was introduced to him and fifty three years ago, I married him.
I think often of the Goree of the 1950's and of Uncle John and Aunt Annie's skating rink. They were living examples of the old saying that it takes a village to raise a child. We respected their rules because we knew they cared about us. If we were reprimanded for something, our parents didn't have a fit and go down threatening to sue them. They all knew if we were chastised, we deserved it.
It was a simpler time--a time when a kid could be a kid without a lot of competition and adult rules and interference. Somehow, seems like we've lost something along the way. But, oh! What wonderful memories were made!
Just another old woman's ramblings, but remember--you asked for it!
Monday, August 6, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
Nancy has been instrumental in wading through the mountains of grantwork red-tape. From her presentation to the grant-giving-people to the day she road up to my house on a four-wheeler with a trailer, she is going for greatness in Goree, Texas. As a matter of fact, her nudging that day on the four-wheeler was the pre-birth to the clean-up process that we are now attempting. It may have began with two crazy ladies on four-wheelers, but it is growing into something bigger than we could have ever imagined.
Way to go, Nancy! Congratulations!
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Midway through my marriage, I spent time volunteering for the City of Goree. One day at the office, I lay eyes on a city map for the very first time. Low-n-behold, I live on Oak Street! Oh no, I’m illegal or rather my DL is wrong and that means that I’m breaking the law. I, for the most part (never-say-never), obey the laws of the land. I righted the wrong ASAP.
Now, back to why a town like mine doesn’t need stop signs…we have built in speed unbumps. I think in laymen’s terms they are referred to as potholes. We’ve never had a nice enough road for anyone to speed down, unless they wanted to spend some dough on a front-end alignment. All-end alignment, really. So, now with our pretty new road comes confusion and danger. The TX DOT said it was prudent for us to accept their offer of a no-thru-truck sign and two stop signs. We graciously accepted their offer and now we are up-town.
Well, this up-town girl was thinkin’ ‘bout them there stop signs. Just kidding. Not kidding about pondering the stop signs, though. Kidding about the hick-talk, yes. I thought it strange that a town could function without stop signs. We have intersections just like the rest of the world, so why has it worked this long without stop signs? I don’t really know. Then, I thought about struggles in my life.
I get myself into trouble when I ignore stop signs. In some areas of my life, I grew up without stop signs. Some stop signs are clear, but they are so new that I bolt right through the intersection before realizing it, like sign #1. Others may be like sign #2, they are hidden from my sight and I clearly don’t even know it’s there until it’s too late. Then, there is the rest of our town that doesn’t have stop signs and everyone makes up the rules as they go. I'll yield this time, but not on my birthday--so there I go changing the rules as I go. Oh, and do not kid yourself for a moment, I see some of the stop signs just fine and dandy and choose to ignore ‘em pretty as ya please.
All that to say this, I need wisdom and strength to obey. I may even need a refresher course in driver’s ed. Or, I may need to learn to survive in a world or even a town without stop signs.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Our goals are simple…clean up our town, clean up our town, clean up our town. Vickie Huffman would like these goals met by October ’07 for homecoming. And I’m sure there are some goals that will be accomplished. Although realistically, this is a long term project and this weekend’s clean-up event was a great start.
Where do we go from here? Without funds we are limited, but we are deeply concerned about the appearance of our town from the newly constructed highway and elbow grease will have to go a long way. Next, we plan to tidy up the main streets with, once again, good ole’ hard work, a dozer and a maybe a match. We are aware that the deck is stacked against us, but nothing is impossible with our God. Wish us luck!