September 15, 2014

Amanuensis Monday - The Stories That Should Be Told, Part 56


The following transcription is from a series of recordings my father made in the early 1990s:
Baseball in the Ville...
Back in the mid-1930s there was a baseball field over by the colored masonic hall in the Ville on some property that Mr. Maurice Saltzman owned.  Baseball was played during the summer months for a few years.   You would either hear on the street that a game was going to be played or you could hear the crowd when the games were going on. 
I didn’t know back in those days who the opposing teams were or where they came from.  I’ve heard others through the years say that the teams came from Jonesville and Wisner.
I remember seeing Son Alex Barley hit the ball.  It looked like after it went ever so high in the air, it would take off again.  It would land way over in the Spencer yard.  I also remember seeing Stemmie Cooper pitching the baseball.  Stemmie was a brother to Emily Cooper who I mentioned on earlier tapes. 
Frank Finister played catcher.  Frank Finister’s daughter, Rachel, married Stonewall Jackson from down on the Peck place.  I understand that Frank is still living.  He’s got to be around eighty-five or ninety.  He lives up around Monroe.  [Frank Finister, Jr. still lives in Sicily Island and works down on the Peck place.]
Julia Rogers
Walter Saulsberry played first base.  One day they were warming up out in the field before the game.  When someone threw the ball to Walter, he would fall flat on the ground with his arm outstretched and catch the ball with one foot still touching first base and his head turned away from the person throwing the ball to him.  Each time he caught the ball he would yell, “Tweet, Tweet, Tweet Twaddy, Tweet Trow!”  I don’t know what it meant but I know that’s what he yelled.
I can remember the fellow who called those games.  His name was Joe Rogers.  His wife, Julia, worked for my mother. 
As an eight or nine year old boy, I went over there a many a times to watch them play.  Sometimes I was the only white person there.  There would be at least a few hundred people there watching and enjoying the games.  I don’t know that I really understood the game at that young age.  I was there mainly to play on the sidelines with my little friends, Willie Jim, Dolly and Tommy Lee. 
By the late 1930s, rent houses were built on the lot where the baseball field sat so there was no more baseball in the Ville. 
Fighting on the Sidelines…
There was always some fighting going on at the ball field.  I never saw any of the players or the fans fighting.  The fights were always between the kids.  I remember at one game Ike got in a fight with William B. McIntyre.  Ike was Matilda’s son and that’s all I knew him by.  I don’t remember their last name.  Matilda was a crippled colored lady who lived down on the Peck place and helped my Aunt Nita Peck for a good many years.
William B. McIntrye was the son of Bass and Candice McIntrye.  William B. was a town dude and Ike was a country boy from down on the plantation.  William B. died when he was just a young man.  As well as I can remember, William B. had some kind of kidney disease.
After Ike and William B. fought that day, Dolly and I put on a little exhibition.  I believe Dolly’s real name was Willie Cain.  His mother was Bessie Cooper.  We played together a lot but most every time we met up we fought.  We matched up pretty good.  Once Dolly and I fought, Dolly and Willie Jim fought.  Even though Willie Jim wasn’t any bigger than us, he was three or four years older.  Willie Jim won that fight.
I saw Dolly about forty years later when his aunt, Mag Cooper, passed away.  Mag Cooper was a cousin to Emily Cooper.  Mag lived out on the Rock Road.  She worked for us off and on for several years.  Mag spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with us the last ten years of her life.

Note:  Parts 1-55 of 'The Stories That Should Be Told' can be found in the Tags List on the right-hand side of the blog.


September 14, 2014

Sunday's Obituary - Mary Gertrude Krause

Monroe News Star - 2/27/1968

Mary Gertrude Krause

Born on August 13, 1890

Daughter of
Gotleib Krause and Caroline Rotham

Sister to
Henry Markham, Albert Gotleib, Kate Louisa, Augustus Samuel "Gus",
Oscar Otto and Caroline "Lina"

Wife of
Samuel S. Boniel
Glenn H. Barbee

Died on February 24, 1968
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana





Tombstone photograph was taken by FindAGrave members, Karl & Paula T. Morley.



September 13, 2014

Harrisonburg Ferry, 1929

The following article appeared in the January 18, 1929 edition of the Monroe News Star:

Transcription:

Rates on Harrisonburg Ferry Reduced by Owners

By Associated Press.
WINNSBORO, Jan. 18.--Of information to the traveling public along this branch of the Lone Star route is the announcement that the only remaining ferry between this point and Alexandria, which is located at Harrisonburg, has materially reduced its charges, and has agreed to give immediate service to patrons.  Only one-third of the previous rate is now charged.  In competitive bidding for this franchise Leon Kirby received a four-year contract.  There will be no schedule, but the sounding of a car horn will bring the ferry to the side on which it is wanted for immediate service.

With the placing of the beautiful bride across Little River at White Sulphur Springs, the Harrisonburg flat is the only one on the Lone Star route from the Louisiana line to Alexandria, and the improved service at Harrisonburg on this ferry will materially shorten the time between north and central Louisiana on this route.




September 10, 2014

Wednesday's Child - Roy Lee Roberts


Roy Lee Roberts

Born on August 30, 1912

Son of 
Jeff Franklin Roberts and Emma Idell Stringer

Brother to
Ernest Marvin, Lillian Lorene, Jefferson W., Clara Frances, Dessie Marie,
Edith Idell, Howard Ray "Buddy" and Emma Jean

Died on December 11, 1925
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana


He was the sunshine of our home