History – Page 2 – Think on Good Things

June 29, 2019July 1, 2019

The Old Mill

This past week, I had an appointment in Little Rock, Arkansas. As soon it was over, I headed to The Old Mill in North Little Rock to walk around, relax, and take a few pictures before starting the drive home. I first visited the Mill in the early 1980’s, when my step-grandpa drove our family over to see the beautiful spot. I was instantly enchanted! I had been by the turn to the Old Mill countless times, but I had never noticed the sign directing me to this peaceful hidden valley tucked quietly away just a mile and a half from McCain Mall’s busy shopping area. In fact, this lovely, tranquil spot is located only five miles from the bustling Arkansas State Capitol complex. How unique is that?

I love finding beautiful or historic or interesting spots to explore. Wherever you are, there are so many things to see and do – and many of them cost nothing but your time! To me, summertime – the time of year when the days are longer and sometimes a little more relaxed – is a perfect time for road trips!

When I was a child, Sunday afternoons typically meant Sunday drives. After church and then lunch (we called it dinner in the American South), we would settle into the car and spend the afternoon driving around to “see the countryside”. I love the memory of those pleasant drives – learning new roads, seeing new things, and revisiting favorite spots. It is a practice I continue, in some ways, to this day. Who knows what hidden gems can be discovered in just a 50-mile radius of our homes or travel destinations! Every place has a story. Whenever I travel anywhere – even for business or appointments, I try to find something to do to make the trip FUN. It’s something I learned from my Mother years ago. When I was a kid, I didn’t like being cooped up in the car on a long drive – so Mother and Daddy would play the billboard alphabet game with me…or Auto Bingo…or find a good spot where we could stop and go wading together – whatever they could do to make the day enjoyable. Now, whenever I travel – I am thinking about somewhere I can stop or something I can see that will bring joy to my day.

If you’ve been to the North Little Rock area and never seen The Old Mill, I encourage you to check it out on your next trip. It’s worth your time to stop by. Built in 1933, the Old Mill building was never intended to be a working grist mill. It was instead built as a tribute to remember the days of old – when grist mills were a gathering point for communities, providing services needed for settlers’ survival. Inside the rock building is an authentic iron grist mill moved to North Little Rock from the long-gone Cagle’s Mill in Pope County, Arkansas. (Cagle’s Mill operated in the 1800’s between Russellville, Arkansas and Dardenelle, Arkansas – located about where the Dardanelle Lock and Dam is now. If you’re interested – click here to see a picture of the Old Mill from the Pope County Library. A long-time Russellville restaurant is named in its honor.)

The park surrounding the mill, Pugh’s Memorial Park, is beautifully landscaped and maintained. Walking trails go down by the lake and climb the slope behind the Mill. Beautiful bridges, benches, and footpaths, sculpted from a sturdy concrete-like substance to look as if they are made from wood, are found all over the park. They are remarkably detailed and very well preserved – despite the fact that they are over 80 years old. According to the information sign displayed near the park entrance, developer Justin Matthews commissioned Dionicio Rodriguez, to create the remarkable works of art. His sculptures have survived to this day, and they are spectacular to see. No one knows the formula Senor Rodriguez developed to create the material for his works, though many have tried to figure it out. He preferred to keep it secret and hid the process from everyone – making it unfortunately now lost forever.

The Old Mill brought long-lasting notoriety to the state of Arkansas only a few years after it was completed. Director David O. Selznick featured the location in the opening credits of the 1939 Academy award-winning movie Gone With the Wind. No one knows why the location was chosen, but the Old Mill building is believed to be the only surviving structure of the movie. The Arkansas location was the site of the national unveiling of a postage stamp commemorating the fiftieth anniversary of Gone With the Wind.

It was a humid, blisteringly hot afternoon when I drove over to Lakeshore Drive this week – but when I walked into the park I forgot all about the heat. It is such a beautiful, peaceful spot. I was instantly, once again, enchanted. If you’re passing through the Little Rock metropolitan area and have an extra half-hour or so, please consider driving to The OId Mill at 3800 Lakeshore Drive in North Little Rock. I really think you’ll be glad you did! Wear your walking shoes, take your camera, or a book to read, or an iced tea to sip – and spend a few minutes enjoying the lovely serenity of the park.

I hope you enjoy the pictures! I definitely had fun taking them to share with you!

March 31, 2019March 31, 2019

Thank you, Mrs. Turner – Teachers Make a Difference

I remember a time a few years ago when a good friend of mine, Bob Leftridge, asked me if I knew the answer to a trivia question – and thankfully I did. He chuckled when I told him the answer – and then said in his pleasant, musical drawl – “Well, that’s pretty good, but I’ll bet you can’t say your alphabet backwards!” I instantly lit up – because, in fact, I CAN say my alphabet backwards…..really….and I had been waiting many years for someone to ask!

I learned to say the alphabet first from my Mother. As a toddler, I had a little desk with all the letters of the alphabet painted around the edges. I would point at them one at a time while she would tell me the names…until I could finally identify and say them by myself. I thought it was great fun! When I turned five years old in April of 1972, kindergarten was not offered in Conway County, Arkansas public schools. I loved to learn, so Mother and Daddy enrolled me in Mrs. Reba Turner’s half-day kindergarten that fall.

I was so excited and nervous the first day of school, but Mrs. Turner quickly put us all at ease. I looked forward to going to school every day. In her kindergarten, we started every morning with a prayer – and then we said the alphabet together. Mrs. Turner had the alphabet strip neatly tacked on the wall above the chalkboard. She would lead us by walking along and touching one letter at a time with a pointer. When she got to Z, she would slowly move back up the list until we returned to the letter A. Therefore, to this day I know my alphabet forwards and backwards.

Mrs. Turner’s kindergarten was held in her home. I suspect our little school was originally a carport – but it now served beautifully as our classroom. She had a lovely space for us to learn – and a fun playground out back. She was strict but kind, always well-prepared, and conscientiously dedicated to our success. I can remember one day when one of my classmates showed us how much fun it could be to break crayons using only one hand. We watched his demonstration carefully, then excitedly dug into Mrs. Turner’s big bucket of crayons and began practicing our new skill. When Mrs. Turner saw what we were doing, she had a talk with our little group about the importance of respecting others’ property, and how we should take care of things rather than ruin them. I still remember that lesson to this day. (I truly think we broke every crayon in the bucket.)

Of all my days at Mrs. Turner’s kindergarten, one in particular has always stood out in my mind. Mother dropped me off as usual that morning and I went into our little classroom. The lights were off, and there was no one to be seen. I went up and knocked on the door that led into Mrs. Turner’s home. She came to the door, and I could tell she was a little surprised to see me. She quickly apologized for not being in our classroom to greet me and started turning on lights. She explained that every single one of my classmates would be absent that day because it was “Orientation Day” for upcoming first graders at Morrilton Elementary. Because I lived out in the country, I would attend a different school that fall and was not involved in the special day. In other words, Mrs. Turner obviously thought she had a day off – until I showed up. As it turned out – it was a wonderful morning…because I had Mrs. Turner all to myself. I sat in her lap while she read to me. We colored a picture together. We sang songs, and I got to help her straighten up our classroom. I loved every single minute! When Mother came to pick me up at lunchtime and found out that I had been the only one there all morning, she was embarrassed and apologetic. Mrs. Turner quickly and calmly assured her that it was fine – there was no reason to apologize. Years later, I would have to agree – because it provided me with a pleasant memory I cherish to this day.

Mrs. Turner’s little private kindergarten was a wonderful way to begin my many years of schooling. She started me off well on my educational path, and I am forever grateful. I can honestly and wholeheartedly say I owe her a lot.

Before she began her home kindergarten, Mrs. Turner taught all grades (1-8) together in little one-room schools. In fact, she taught my mother and my aunt in a small community known as Lords Schoolhouse. Even though Mrs. Turner grew up only about 10 miles or so from that little neighborhood, she boarded with my grandparents while she taught school there. In rural Arkansas in those days, it was the school parents’ responsibility to house the teacher. Room and board were part of the compensation teachers received. Reba Turner moved in with my grandparents and stayed until the end of the school term. Just little girls, my Mother and Aunt Helen would walk with her to school each day. They lived almost a mile from the school, so when the weather was cold or rainy the walk was a challenge. My Pap-pa bought an older used car for Mrs. Turner to drive to school. Even though it was not a great car, and from what I have heard it was often hard to start – it was still appreciated. One morning, my grandparents left home early, leaving Mrs. Turner at home with their two little girls. When it came time to leave for school, the stubborn old car once again wouldn’t start. Mrs. Turner had an idea. She and her two little students pushed the car to the edge of the drive just before it sloped sharply down to the highway. She pumped the gas pedal a few times to get it primed, then Mother and Aunt Helen worked together to give it a push and started it rolling down the incline to the road. Using that momentum, Mrs. Turner got the car started and carefully braked so that her two waiting students could catch up, get in the car, and head to school. They worked together to solve the problem – and it makes me smile to picture it in my mind.

Through the years, I have often thought about what Mrs. Turner (and others) modeled for me regarding education. When I started out as an educator, I patterned my teaching after those I had learned from myself. From their examples, I firmly believe one of the most important things a teacher can do for their students (of any age) is work to build relationships from day one. Getting to know students and letting them know you care is a critical element to their academic success. Students, just like everyone else, need to connect with someone. When they view their teacher(s) as their partner(s) in learning, their attitudes, their self-esteem, and their chances for success improve drastically. I tried to always remember that during my years spent teaching in the classroom, because it’s a great practice. I know. I learned it in kindergarten.

Mrs. Reba Turner passed away this month at the age of 86. According to her obituary, her remarkable teaching career spanned 58 years. During that time she taught approximately 2200 students.

Thank you, Mrs. Turner. You made a difference in our lives. We, your students, are forever grateful.

March 24, 2019March 24, 2019

Hodgenville, Kentucky – Birthplace of President Lincoln

The history of people and places has been a passion of mine since I was a little girl in elementary school. I can remember going to the library as a third grader at Berryville Elementary and always heading straight to the shelf that held the biographies. In fact, I can still picture in my mind where that shelf was located. I couldn’t wait to get a new book each week. I read about amazing people like Amelia Earhart, Orville and Wilbur Wright, Babe Didrikson Zaharias, Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett, Clara Barton……and Abraham Lincoln. I’ve continued that love of biographies and history through the years. I think I get some of that interest from my parents. Daddy enjoyed visiting historic sites and learning the significance of people and places. Mother is a reader – and she enjoys learning of the contributions and relevance of others. Whatever the reasons, I really enjoy digging into history to explore and learn new things. I believe there is so much value in learning where we came from, knowing the challenges and accomplishments of those who went before us, and recognizing the impact of others on our world today.

One week ago today, while heading from Nashville to just outside Cincinnati, I turned off the highway to detour through Hodgenville, Kentucky. Only a few miles off I-65, Hodgenville has a population of just over 3,000 people. Each year, this little town in rural Kentucky gets around 250,000 visitors from all over the world…because it is the birthplace of a man of great and long-lasting impact on the world, President Abraham Lincoln. If you’re ever in that area, I highly recommend taking a detour to spend a couple of hours seeing all the little town has to offer. The address of the birthplace is 2995 Lincoln Farm Road – but don’t bother writing it down. If you can find Hodgenville, you can find the birthplace!

President Lincoln was born just outside Hodgenville in February of 1809 – twenty-seven years before the town was officially incorporated. “Sinking Springs Farm”, the President’s birthplace, is a United States National Historic Park. Even on a chilly Sunday in March, several people were there visiting the site. We couldn’t all speak the same language verbally, but we were affably united in our admiration of the 16th President of the United States as we moved around the grounds. I remember a story Clay Cooper, a Branson, MO entertainer, told on his show. He and his wife Tina visited the Lincoln Memorial in Washington several years ago, and Mr. Cooper talked about how he noticed all of the different languages being spoken by the people around him as they walked up to view the monument. It really emphasized for him the far-reaching influence of President Lincoln that so many people from so many backgrounds and countries chose to visit the Memorial and pay honor. It was the same for me last week in Kentucky.

The cabin where President Lincoln was born is long gone. A replica cabin was built in same spot where the original cabin sat. A large stone memorial building has been built around that cabin. It’s really impressive and beautiful to see on the hillside above the spring. President Theodore Roosevelt traveled to Kentucky to officially lay the cornerstone for this building on the 100th anniversary of President Lincoln’s birth in 1909. Two years later, in 1911, President Taft visited Hodgenville to give the dedication speech at the completed memorial. (The Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. didn’t open until 1922 making this the “First National Lincoln Memorial”.) Since then, President Franklin Roosevelt and President Eisenhower have also visited the site.

We started at the visitor center. There are beautiful displays showing information about Lincoln’s life, his family, inspirational quotes from the President, and examples of life during the early 1800’s.

A walnut table built by President Lincoln’s father, Thomas Lincoln, is on display. It was beautifully made!

The Lincoln family Bible was also in the visitor center. I thought that was a treasure!

Despite being cold, it was a beautiful day. There is a nice board sidewalk from the visitor center to the memorial. It was a pleasant walk through the woods. It’s going to be really beautiful there in a few weeks when everything buds out. They keep the grounds very well-tended!

The Memorial building and the Replica Cabin sit on top of a hill above the old Sinking Spring. I worked to get pictures without others in them – so it looks as if it was not busy that day. Actually, there were several people there milling about the grounds. Everyone was quiet, polite, and friendly. It was a very pleasant atmosphere.

After the birthplace, it is a less than a 10-minute drive to the Knob Hill farm where the Lincoln family lived from the time Abraham was 2½ until he was almost 8. In 1860, President Lincoln wrote, “My earliest recollection is of the Knob Hill place.”

During the summer, the National Park Service has crops and farm demonstrations available. This time of year, it’s just a pretty spot to see. Informational markers are located around the grounds to read and imagine what life must have been like. President Lincoln’s baby brother, Thomas, was born at the Knob Hill Farm. He died shortly after birth and was buried with a simple marker made by his father to denote the grave. That marker is now on display at the Birthplace Visitor Center and a new marker has been donated at the gravesite.

According to the informational markers, Abraham Lincoln once almost drowned in Knob Creek. He and his boyhood friend, Austin Gollaher, were crossing the creek on a log footbridge when Abraham slipped and fell. Neither boy could swim, and the water was deep. Thinking fast, Austin Gollaher quickly pushed a long stick out for Abraham to grab so that Austin could pull him to safety.

Driving back into Hodgenville, it was too late to go to the Lincoln museum. It closes early! There are two impressive statues of President Lincoln that sit in the center of the city square. The first shows the President as a little boy. I loved it that he is posed reading books!

The pose of the second statue reminded me of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington. Even though it is located on a city square with traffic, this may have been one of my favorite parts of the visit to Hodgenville. This statue was dedicated in 1909 and has stately sat on the Hodgenville square for 110 years. President Lincoln’s son, Robert, attended the dedication ceremony to honor his father.

Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address and his Second Inaugural Address are engraved on the city square. It was nice to stop and remember the courage and significance of this man, to reflect on his simple beginnings and his powerful impact on the world then and now. According to the information at the Birthplace Visitor Center, President Lincoln had less than three years of formal schooling in his lifetime. Even so, he served as a lawyer, a legislator, and one of the most remembered and respected Presidents of the United States. Most importantly, President Lincoln emancipated the slaves and preserved the Union during the U.S. Civil War. Only 56 years old at the time of his assassination, President Lincoln’s life is inspirational to many and his impact long-lasting and far-reaching.

I really enjoyed my afternoon in Hodgenville. It was a beautiful and relaxing place to spend some time. More than that, it was nice to stop and think about the great contributions of President Lincoln that are still affecting us today. There was an article online that I read after visiting the Knob Hill Farm. It was talking about the afternoon that Abraham Lincoln nearly drowned as a young boy – and speculating how things could be different today had President Lincoln never lived until adulthood. It made me wonder what potential lies in all of us to have a lasting effect on the world around us in a positive way.