October 3, 2002

Outdoor Corner

by Chris Feeney

Sports are obviously competitive. While there is no scoreboard or par for the course, fishing is definitely a sport. I'm pretty competitive but I don't really keep score when I'm fishing. Sure I don't like to get skunked while the other guy is pulling in fish after fish, but I'm not too worried about who catches the most or the biggest, unless that's me of course.

It seems like the rest of the four-man fishing crew that traveled to Michigan last week for the annual salmon excursion has similar competitive values as mine. It's funny how a long face and a quiet mood caused by a lack of bites quickly turn into gabby satisfaction after a fish or two. But even more interesting is how three friends and family members can quickly turn on you simply because you are catching more fish than them.

Okay, maybe saying catching a few more fish than them was an understatement. On the final day of the trip, Saturday, I was smoking, hooking up with fish left and right. One fellow fisherman had all his time monopolized as my netter, assisting me in landing our group's only three fish of the day. No one else was having any luck, and I simply could not resist letting them know that a bit as I gave gloating a bad name.

Well it seems like the final salmon in the net was hooked a little low. It wasn't a tail hook, nor was the fly found in any fin. Instead it was just below the mouth, yet admittedly outside the toothy smile.

As I slowly trudged back to the hole after the 30-minute battle with the fish I saw the group gathered on the back as if ready to pounce on me. As I got within earshot the heckling began. I was being ambushed by verbal jabs from a trio of jealous fisherman who had decided to coin a new nickname for me after my final fish. "Foul-Hook Feeney" was the barb they sent my way with a few laughs.

They were shocked that my smile never stalled for a second. Sure I was extremely happy about the third fish of the day that I had just put in the net. I was still pumped up about the day before when I had an epic battle of more than an hour with the largest salmon I have ever landed, a mammoth that easily exceeded 30 pounds. I was pleased with the near perfect day during which I hooked into fish after fish, including no fewer than four battles of more than 20 minutes each, all of which ended with a sense of fulfillment despite the broken line or thrown fly. But most importantly my grin and bear it appearance was really all I could do to keep from busting out laughing. Did these guys forget that I am a writer? Don't they know, that while they reached an audience of four with their little joke, that I would have nearly a week to use my poetic justice to coin new nicknames for the trio that would go out to hundreds of readers, who will know exactly who I am talking about?

After awhile I think that idea finally hit home as there was some definite brown nosing going on. But for Foul Hook Feeney it was too late for apologies. The wheels had been sent turning immediately after the first jest. To make my revenge even sweeter, I continued to hook up with fish after fish while the others struggled to find a strike.

Finally uncle David did make contact. While he was extremely happy to finally put one in the net I'm sure he would readily have put it back if he had known the results. You see, unlike the fresh, healthy salmon that I had been catching, David hooked into a sickly salmon on its last legs after some obvious hard times on its spawning trip. This fish was covered in white splotches that prevented anyone from even placing a hand on the fish to release it. But the catcher was a little to slow getting rid of the evidence as I slipped in for a photo. The pictorial evidence will go nicely with uncle's new nickname, "Dead-Fish David."

Then there was the brother-in-law. We made the 10-hour trip together and had a great time. I was a bit tentative to include him on the list but his laugh was clearly audible when David coined my new name.

It's hard to tease this guy as he caught just as many fish as I did, if not more, early in the trip. But he was fishing a shallow gravel area while I was fishing a deeper hole. This different style meant he was doing a lot of sight fishing, which sometimes resulted in snagging a fish instead of a true pick-up of the fly by the salmon. While it wasn't anything like the Ernest Hemminway character next to Brent who when started calling the Old Man in The River, Brent did have a few foul hooks. So Back-Fin Brent was debuted. At least he was fishing a fly rod unlike the old guy who had 30-pound test on a spinning real that he literally slung over his shoulder after snagging a fish and then walking the salmon out of the hole toward the shore.

Michael is the least deserving of his penalty as he did give up much of his own time to serve as my personal netter. But I would be remiss if I totally let him off the hook. So my thanks go out to the One Fish Wonder as he hooked and landed a fish on his second cast in the river. Too bad it was his only fish of his three days on the water.

So the moral of the story is never mess with an editor, especially one who is whipping your rear end at fishing and who has total content discretion.

Feel the Tug

There’s nothing like barreling down the lake in the spring or summer at 5:00 in the morning. The cool mist will wake up anybody. But it’s not really the air that is alarming, it’s the possibility of a big bass that is ready for breakfast; buzz bait style. To see the calm water come to life with a massive explosion is fishing at its finest. There is, however, a technique to this type of fishing. Most people when they see the bass strike, they immediately set the hook. That is a big mistake. You just missed another one. The art to catching bass on a buzz bait is not to set the hook when you see the bass strike but to wait until you feel the tug. The time between the two may only be a second but it’s the difference between success and failure. It is a hard discipline for some because we are so used to responding immediately to sight. It looks like a strike. It looks like I’ve got him. It looks like he’s on. But he’s not. Not until you feel the tug.

This is a great lesson for life. Most of the time, we live our lives according to what we see. And we react accordingly. We think whatever the circumstances look like, that is what they must be. If it looks hopeless, it must be. If it looks like the end, it must be. If it looks like there is no way out, there must not be. And we react accordingly. There is, however, a mechanism that God has placed within us. It’s a tug. It’s the voice of God saying, “Don’t walk by sight, but by faith.”  It is Him saying “Don’t ever count the situation hopeless until I have been added to the equation. It is Him saying that no matter how bleak the circumstance is, I will have the last word. Friend, don’t set the hook on your circumstances at the first sight of trouble. Wait on the tug of God and He will turn every situation into one that is worth keeping.

Gary Miller

Outdoor Truths Ministries

www.outdoortruths.org

Feels like Summer

Half of the gathering Sunday evening at Lobelia poured out to see the sky, and for a while, that was the party. Photo by Adriana.

Half of the gathering Sunday evening at Lobelia poured out to see the sky, and for a while, that was the party. Photo by Adriana.

Ted here to bring you the latest from Dancing Rabbit, after what felt like the first week of summer, complete with steady warmth, mild nights, and some good thunderstorms.

I had a second week off from my current day job last week, and managed to slowly tick off some long-awaited to-dos from my list. Moving more earth and manure to top up the soil level in the top-most planting terrace on our house’s berm, I finally got my artichoke seedlings planted alongside some leeks. I made long-awaited fixes to my bike (my current commuter conveyance), got my aging cheeses moved from the cave (root cellar) to their summer cottage (a small fridge in our shed), and got to spend much of a day in the garden with Sara for the first time this season, planting beans and thinning carrots and beets.

Zane, Aurelia, and Emma turned over a new leaf last week, boarding a school bus at 6:23 a.m. each morning on a journey to the first week of summer school in our county seat of Memphis. Cole and Nina from neighboring Red Earth Farms joined in as well, and of the five, only Emma had previous experience in public school, so the giddy excitement of both parents and kids Monday morning kept erupting into outbursts that were a little premature for that hour of the day. Eight out of ten parents were there, if a little bleary-eyed, with smiles all around as we waved goodbye and sauntered off to our strangely quiet days. *Sigh*…

With midwives off-call for a few weeks, Sara signed up for a midwifery training in Cedar Rapids, Iowa that we then extended into a short family camping vacation at a state park north of there. We brought kayaks with us for exploring a lake and river, and were rewarded with close encounters with a pair of bald eagles, trout, deer crossing the river, lots of geese with goslings, and some startling thumps and jumps from some catfish in the shallows. Peaceful walks in the wonderfully mature forest and plenty of s’mores and other camp food rounded out the slower-feeling week. As always, we were glad to return home and thankful to our friends who cared for our dog, cat, and plants in our absence.

We returned just in time for Saturday’s ultimate frisbee game. Our two scheduled games a week the past couple months finally turned reality with the weather cooperating and enough players for five-on-five showing up, not only for that game but for the following Tuesday and Saturday afternoons as well. Secondary action came in the form of the “healthy heart and lungs club” forming to do interval training one morning a week, in hopes of increasing stamina for our games. I don’t have as much fun running when I’m not chasing a disc, but I enjoyed the morning exercise with Mica and Alyssa all the same.

The grow-op had a work party Tuesday to get tomato starts in the ground after first hacking out some space in the overgrown Skyhouse gardens. Potatoes and onions are greening up out in Dan’s vineyard and the group will get cukes and squash in the ground as soon as we take delivery of another load of manure. Brent and Katherine got the rest of the tomatoes planted out Saturday, and Sunday morning. Christina and I finished the mulching work.

Buildings are growing and changing steadily, with Oliver finishing the walls on his cabin, Hassan cutting and installing corrugated steel for the 16 facets of the round house’s roof, and Kyle and Caleb roofing the fancifully timber-framed extended structure of the Critter summer kitchen.

Once-and-future residents Adriana and Justin arrived for a short visit Friday through the weekend, and seemed to bring a brightness and conviviality to our lives that I hadn’t quite realized I was missing. Seeing Zane and Aurelia descending the school bus steps Friday, recognizing Adriana (a good friend to both when she was in residence here), and running toward her for big hugs, I found myself near tears.

The kids had managed to ask her to take them to the pond for a swim in under a minute, picking up right where they left off in 2014. Every conversation through the weekend seemed to turn toward how and how soon we can get the two back to Dancing Rabbit from their current lives in New Orleans. There is a certain magic about that feeling of community, when the connections between people feel so mutually fulfilling.

I don’t believe we have previously written in our weekly update about our friend and community member Dennis, who has been dealt a series of blows to his health in recent months. Dennis and partner Sharon have been in St. Louis these several weeks, since effects of what has turned out to be a brain tumor sent them to a hospital there. Several Rabbits have joined family and friends of Sharon and Dennis in traveling to support them there intermittently, with more trips planned as he undergoes post-surgery rehab and radiation treatments there.

This past week we had both a mutual emotional support gathering and a logistical meeting here at the village around this difficult reality. For some, the emotional outlet allows heads and hearts to clear enough to allow engagement in the practical.

For many, the logistics side of things gives us a chance to do something tangible to help in a situation that we can’t control. The whole community is impacted in these times, and volunteering for the various things we collectively need and want to hold in caring for our friends and their homestead gives even those who haven’t known Dennis and Sharon for very long a way to help.

In a way that I often struggle to accept, life continues despite major upheavals in individual lives. Gardens are growing, demanding our ongoing time and energy so we can provide for our food needs (and send some to our friends in need). New work exchangers and visitors arrive in the village to see what we’re doing, and we each play a role in orienting them to our home, feeding them while they’re here, and teaching them what we know and what we do here. In this instance, we’ll be sharing more than usual, offering little glimpses of how we show up for each other in major life events, how the community sometimes feels like it breathes together.

Our second visitor session begins this week, though it is actually a first for us, a session to which only women have been invited. In Dancing Rabbit’s early days, in fact right about when I first tried to visit in 1999, there was a successful women’s straw bale building workshop held, but to my knowledge we haven’t had anything similar until now. (Editor’s note: a women’s plastering workshop was offered in 2000.) As a village that claims a feminist leaning, and given our recent gender imbalance, this is a good time for this good idea, and I’ve been hearing and feeling lots of excitement for it.

The Critters welcomed a new work exchanger this week named Melody, whose smiles through the week suggested she was settling in well. As one of the work exchanger liaisons this year, I get a chance to connect with each of these folk, and to reconnect with my own first landing here as an intern 15 years ago this summer.

A lot has changed in that time, and many faces have come and gone, but a good number are still here, and the spirit of the place, the purpose, has only grown bigger and more established. I’m still seeking one or more work exchangers for the second half of the season, if you’re wondering… please get in touch if you’re interested!

One thing that hasn’t changed much here over those 15 years is the appreciation of the beauty we live amidst. When a particularly resplendent thunderhead rolls by near sunset in late May, boiling in slow motion and rippling with lightning and shifting colors, we don’t just glance out the window or snap a photo… of 20 or so people gathered at Lobelia Sunday night to share one last meal with Adriana and Justin, half or more poured out to see the sky, and for a while, that was the party. Oohs and aahs and talking and laughing as this magic cloud mass erupted continually above us… my smile lasted well beyond our farewells to our friends.

Nearly all of the remaining spots for 2016 visitor sessions are now full, according to our correspondent Danielle, but if you’re still hoping to visit, remember that we offer public tours twice monthly through October, at 1pm on 2nd and 4th Saturdays. You can find information about other programs hosted at Dancing Rabbit this year on our website. The Milkweed Mercantile is open most late afternoons (pizza night Thursdays) and also hosts overnight guests. And we’ll of course have our annual Open House in September as well. One way or another, we hope to see you here!

Dancing Rabbit Ecovillage is an intentional community and educational non-profit outside Rutledge, MO, focused on demonstrating sustainable living possibilities. The next public tour is at 1pm on Saturday June 11th. Reservations not required. Tours are free, though donations to help us continue our educational and outreach efforts are gratefully accepted. For directions, call the office at 660-883-5511 or email us at dancingrabbit@ic.org. To find out more about us, you can also check out our website: www.dancingrabbit.org.

SHARON MAE VEATCH (5/6/1939 – 5/25/2016)

Sharon Mae (Wise) Veatch, 77 of Lancaster, Missouri passed away on Wednesday, May 25, 2016 at the Scotland County Care Center in Memphis, Missouri.

The daughter of Samuel John and Laura Mae (Graves) Wise, she was born on May 6, 1939 in Los Angeles, California. She was united in marriage to Everett Gillespie and to this union Karan and Ellen were born.  She was later united in marriage to Charles Edward Hendricks and to this union Chuck and Sandy were born.  On October 31, 2001, she was united in marriage to Charles Veatch in Lancaster, Missouri.

Survivors include her children, Karan Farrell and husband, Victor of Glenwood, Missouri, Ellen Jarvis and husband, Terry of Jefferson City, Missouri, Chuck Hendricks of Glenwood, Missouri and Sandy Hendricks of Queen City, Missouri; eight grandchildren, Jayson Meloche of Detroit, Michigan, Stephen Justin Flaspohler of Jefferson City, Missouri, Scott Jarvis of Jefferson City, Missouri, Mark Jarvis of Jefferson City, Missouri, Laura Jarvis of Jefferson City, Missouri, Colt Hendricks of Houston, Texas, John Minkler of Kirksville, Missouri, Emily Simmons of Queen City, Missouri; nine great-grandchildren; three stepdaughters, Brenda Hauk of Quincy, Illinois, Twyla Veatch of Queen City, Missouri and Melinda Followwell and husband, Scott of Green Castle, Missouri; two stepsons, John Veatch of Unionville, Missouri and Laylon Veatch of Livonia, Missouri and one half brother, John Harris and wife of California and one half sister, Pat Harris of California; one sister-in-law, Betty Fifer of Lancaster, Missouri; nieces and nephews and other family members.

Sharon is preceded in death by parents; husband, Charles, on December 30, 2005; one infant sister, Gladys Wise and two-step daughters, Beverly Robinson and Debbie Miller.

She was a graduate of the Knox County High School and attended Northeast Missouri State Teachers College for approximately three years, earning an LPN certification. She practiced nursing for 34 years at the Laughlin Hospital in Kirksville, Missouri, Kirksville Osteopathic Hospital in Kirksville, Missouri and the Knox County Nursing Home in Edina, Missouri.  She was also a dispatcher for the Schuyler County Sheriff’s office for approximately seven years.

She loved traveling with her husband, Charlie Veatch, doing family genealogy, had a joy for animals and also had owned a pet shop in Kirksville, Missouri for approximately five years.

She enjoyed spending time with her family, grandchildren and friends.

Graveside services were held on Wednesday, June 1, 2016 at the Glenwood Cemetery in Glenwood, Missouri with Sonny Smyser, Pastor of the Schuyler County Church of Faith officiating.  Pallbearers were Terry Jarvis, Victor Farrell, Gary Moffett, Stephen Justin Flaspohler, Scott Jarvis and Mark Jarvis.  Online condolences may be expressed to the family by logging on to normanfh.com.

Arrangements were under the direction of the Norman Funeral Home of Lancaster, Missouri.

LUCY STONE

Lucy Stone (13 August 1818- 19 October 1893) was a prominent American orator, abolitionist, and suffragist, and a vocal advocate and organizer promoting rights for women. In 1847 Stone became the first woman from Massachusetts to earn a college degree. She spoke out for women’s rights and against slavery at a time when women were discouraged and prevented from public speaking. Stone was known for using her maiden names after marriage, as the custom was for women to take their husband’s surname. Stone’s organizational activities for the cause of women’s rights yielded tangible gains in the difficult political environment of the 19th century. Stone helped initiate the first National Women’s Rights Convention and she supported and sustained it annually, along with a number of other local, state and regional activist conventions. Stone spoke in front of a number of legislative bodies to promote laws giving more rights to women. She assisted in establishing the Woman’s National Loyal League to help pass the Thirteenth Amendment and thereby abolish slavery, after which she helped from the American Woman Suffrage Association, which built support for a woman suffrage Constitutional amendment by winning Woman suffrage at the state and local levels. Called “the orator” the “morning star” and the “heart and soul” of the women’s rights movement, Stone influenced Susan B. Anthony to take up the cause of women’s suffrage. Elizabeth Cady Stanton wrote that “Lucy Stone was the first person by whom of the the heart of the American Public was deeply stirred on the woman question”.  She married Henry Browne Blackwell and they were parents of a daughter, Alice.

From Jauflione Chapter, National Society Daughters of the American Revolution

Living Life Over

FIVE YEARS AGO

Anna Hirner and Brandon Monroe have been awarded the American Youth Foundation’s National Leadership Award in recognition of personal integrity, balanced living and potential for leadership.  The honor was presented by Brent Bondurant at their award ceremonies held at 7 p.m. on Monday, May 16th.

TEN YEARS AGO

The State Board of Education today dropped the accreditation rating of the Wyaconda C-1 School District to “unaccredited”.  Located in Clark County, in northeast Missouri, the district enrolls about 40 students in kindergarten through grade 8.

The immediate effect of the board’s decision is that students in the Wyaconda School District will be eligible next year to attend a neighboring school district that is accredited. The Wyaconda district will be required to pay tuition and transportation costs for students who transfer to other districts.

20 YEARS AGO

Friends of the Sandhill Cemetery pitched in May 18, to put the area in order for Memorial Day visitors.  Loads of tree branches, leaves, and brush were carted away to improve the appearance of the historic cemetery.

The work crew included Dorsey “Ike” Swearingen, Emmett “Pete” Shultz, Edwin and Barbara Shultz, Darrell, Lisa, Cory, and Collin Shultz, Diana Shultz, Paul and Patty Shultz, Virgil Woehrle, J. P. Childers, Hillis McClamroch, and Paul Slater.

30 YEARS AGO

Brian Waters and Ginger Mates, 1985-86 sophomores at SCR-1, represented the R-1 school at the State Track Meet held in Jefferson City, May 24th.  They both qualified for the state meet by taking first place at the District Meet held on May 17th.  Sixteen Districts were represented at the State Meet.

Brian, running the high hurdles, took 6th place in the final event. In order to qualify for the finals, Brian placed among the first four in his heat, composed of eight runners.  He is the son of Tom and Ann Waters.

Ginger, competing in the Shot Put, placed 8th in the final event.  She qualified for the finals by placing among the first nine places in the first event.  She is the daughter of George Mathes and Roberta Mathes.

40 YEARS AGO

Friday night’s races brought 21 cars to the Scotland County Speedway.  Fast Time for the night went to Larry Larson.  C.D. Dunn was winner of the trophy sponsored by Young’s Skelly and presented by Rilla Sprague.

First heat race winners were Rex Sizemore, first; John Wall, second; and Steve Schnider, third.

Second heat race winners were Gary Trump, first; J. L. Simmons, second; and Gary Houghton, Third.

Third heat race winners were Dan Ludwig, first; C.D. Dunn, second; and Mike Benjamin, third.

Winners in the Semi-Main were Larry Larson, first; Dan Connerly, second; and Dan Ludwig, third.

Dan Ludwig of Keokuk, Ia., was winner of the $200 for first place in the main event.  Larry Winn of Kirksville, MO, was second, C. D. Dunn of Memphis, MO, third; John Wall of Macomb, IL, fourth; J L. Simmons of Montrose, IA, fifth, and Gary Trump of Kahoka, MO, was sixth.

50 YEARS AGO

The highway patrol investigated an accident on State route U at 10:05 p.m. on Saturday when a 1966 Pontiac sedan, driven east by Lindal L. Paul, 18, of Route 1, Wyaconda, was unable to avoid an Angus bull in the road.  The left front of the car struck the animal, skidded 90 feet before and 90 feet after the impact and came to rest headed northeast with the right front and left rear on the south edge of the pavement.

Denice L. Priebe, 16, Wyaconda, a passenger, complained of her left foot, but was not treated.

The bull, which was injured, was owned by Homer E. Rogers of Gorin and weighed some 1300 pounds.  It had escaped from a pasture one and one half miles south of the scene.  There were no arrests.

60 YEARS AGO

Dedication services and the formal opening of the Edith Teter Memorial Library of the First Baptist church will be held Sunday, June 3, at 2:00 in the afternoon.  Following the dedication services open house will be held until 5:00.  We invite all to attend these activities.

70 YEARS AGO

When Mr. and Mrs. Millard Greeno went to go to the show Sunday evening, Mrs. Greeno missed a small purse containing about $30.00 which had been kept in a drawer in their apartment over the cleaning and pressing business on West Monroe Street.  Nothing else in the apartment was molested apparently.

The thief evidently slipped up the back stairs when there was no one at home and entered a rear door which had apparently been left unlocked, as there were no locks broken.

BABY HYDE

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Michaela Newberry and Tobias Hyde of Luray are the parents of a daughter, Oaklee Rae Hyde, born May 17, 2016 at 10:08 p.m. at Scotland County Hospital in Memphis. Oaklee weighed 7 lbs 12.4 oz and was 20 inches long. Grandparents are Brenda Barber of Wyaconda, Billy Newberry of Argyle, IA, Becky Hyde of Luray, and David Hyde, Luray.

BABY JONES

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Brandon and Lydia Jones of Hendersonville, North Carolina, are the proud parents of a son born Friday, April 29th,  2016, at 9:35 a.m. at the Mission Hospital of Asheville in Asheville, North Carolina. The little guy has been named Liam Matthis Jones and weighed in at 8 pounds  and was 18 ½ inches long. Liam is welcomed by big brother, Judah Heath Jones, 2. Grandparents are Cindy (Norton) Robinson and Gerald Steen of Glenwood, Missouri; Doug and Tracy Jones of Easley, South Carolina; and Ken and Paula Burgess of Belton, South Carolina. Great-grandparents include Don Norton of Memphis; Pat West of Easley, South Carolina; and Grace Burgess of Pelzer, South Carolina.

BABY WESTAWAY

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Taylor Cooper and Denver Westaway of Bloomfield, IA are the parents of a daughter, Mia Dawn Westaway, born May 22, 2016 at 3:13 a.m. at Scotland County Hospital in Memphis. Mia weighed 9 lbs 8.2 oz and was 21.25 inches long. Grandparents are Jay Fox and Hollie McDonald of Memphis, Richard Cooper of Springfield, IL and Curt and Kelly Morris of Burlington, IA.

2016 Prairie View Cemetery Meeting Minutes

The Prairie View Cemetery meeting was called to order on Sunday, May 15th at 2:00 p.m. by Bud Drummond.  New officers for the 2016-2017 year were elected as follows: Jerry Drummond, President; Ronnie McVeigh, Vice President; Cindy Helsel, Bruce, Secretary/Treasurer.  Cheryl Morgan, June Helsel, Leon Kerr, and Shirley Kerr are the Trustees.

Old and new business was discussed with all in agreement.  A financial report was given by June Helsel.  Jeff Smith will be mowing the cemetery.  Jerry Drummond will make repairs to flag poles to hang two flags.  The Platt Book was given to Leon Kerr for safe keeping.  The meeting adjourned at 2:40 p.m.

We look forward to a Blessed Year!!

Submitted by Cindy Bruce, Secretary/Treasurer

Tom Horn Country

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This article is a bit different, but I have been wanting to write a bit on Etna for a while. Last fall we finally put our sign up on the corner in Etna. We have a famous person that was born near here and we Etna people are proud of this history.

Of course, there is not much left of Etna, two vacant homes, which I wished could be refurbished, and a landmark for the church that once stood there.  The Etna Methodist Church was very important in my husband’s family. His grandparents, Charles and Ida (Ruth) Ebeling were married there, and his father and family attended church there, as did the Mohr families, Dieterich families and others. Community members are keeping the church yard cleaned up.  There is a rock with a picture of the church and dates on it there in the front porch of the church (concrete).

Tom Horn also attended church there I believe.  He was born north of Etna, on November 21, 1860, as he states near Memphis, in Scotland County. He disliked going to Sunday School and church, and would take out hunting all day on Sunday with his dog Shedrick. I am also assuming that he did not mind his mother very well relative to going to church, as he states that she would discipline him quite severely, and tell him he had to quit his Indian ways.

He states that during the summer months he worked hard on the farm, long hours, putting the crops in and tending to them.  Tom had a cousin, Ben, who lived with them, and many times he was whipped, scolded and asked why he couldn’t act more like Bennie.  The time when he was 13 and Ben was 17 they got in a fight, and from then on did not speak much.

Tom did not care for schooling and could not keep his mind on it. The straw that broke the camel’s back was when he got in an altercation with some people in a small wagon train.  They shot his dog, Shedrick, and his father had an altercation with the immigrants also. At that time, after Horn’s father beating him quite severely, was when he took off on foot headed west and never returned.  He was in bed for a week after that beating.  When he was able he sold his rifle, kissed his mom for the last time, went and visited Shedrick’s grave, and then started west.

He had heard of the west, but not paying attention in school, had no idea geographically where any of those places really were, only west.  He soon got to Kansas City and from there took various jobs.  Up until this time, Tom said he had not been farther than 5 miles or so away from home, only having been to Memphis, Missouri, the county seat.  More later on Tom.

Etna is located on Route E in Scotland County, Missouri.  There have been movies about Tom Horn, books about him, and various stories. A very interesting fellow, who was arrested on January 13, 1903, for the murder of William Nickell.  He was hung on November 20, 1903, in Cheyenne, Wyoming at the age of 42, for a murder he did not commit.  He is buried in Boulder, Colorado.  His funeral is said to have been attended by about 2,500 people.  A very sad affair.

If you are having hummingbirds, enjoy, and I will write more on Etna soon.

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