Wednesday I fussed about what I would write in my column, which is historical in nature and usually features families or communities from the past in our county. This is the photo I found that kicked off the column. How must this gentleman have felt about his prized white horse that he made sure he was included. His daughters are all dressed in their finest, as are he and his wife. They stand in front of their neat little log home, and then there’s the white horse. I learned more about this family, when they came to Arkansas, where from, and some stories about their Civil War experiences.
And all this because the photo so struck me I couldn’t move past it. I page through a vast collection of old newspapers, and hope one day to have my photo collection on CDs. I’ve begun the project. Only have a 25 year collection of this weekly newspaper that each week featured what they called a Scrapbook. Some of the photos don’t reproduce really well because of the screening, but this one came out nicely and will be featured in our newspaper next week along with my stories of this family and a few others related to them.
So for those who wanted to know how things turned out Wednesday because I left everyone hanging, this is the rest of the story.