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Monday, February 8, 2021

The Obituary of John Turner Acord

 Today's prompt from Genealogly Girl on Instagram is #favorite. One of my favorite rescources is Newspaper articles. Yes, sometimes there are typos. Sometimes, the information isn't 100% correct. And sometimes it can show you where other rescources may not be accurate. But they also help fill in gaps and build your tree and answer questions you've always had. 

One of those questions for me has been about the deaths of my 3rd great grandparents, John Turner and Sarah Zulema KOSIER ACORD. According to their headstones they died one month apart. John died, according to his headstone, 7 January 1934, and Sarah died on her 72nd birthday, 6 February 1934. It's always felt like there was a story there. There may not be, but it feels like it. I've searched for years for obituaries and I finally found his in the Southwest American that was published Thursday, 11 January, 1934 out of Fort Smith, Arkansas. 

Southwest American, Fort Smith, Arkansas, Thursday, Jan 11, 1934, page 2


If you go off the obituary and look at a 1934 calendar, it would appear he actually died on the 8th of January. We may never know which resource has it right, but it is worth noting, regardless. But I still can't seem to find one for her. 

This past summer I was given boxes of resources that had belonged to my great uncle's first wife, Tommie HOSKINS MOONEY. One of those rescources was the complete set of Northwest Arkansas Connections: Selected Obituaries by Jimmie and Doris EVANS DEWBERRY. In Book 3 there is one snippet on page 93 that came from The Herald-Democrat, Clarksville, Arkansas, Thursday, 15 February, 1934, Oark items:

"We are very sorry to hear of the death of Mrs. James A. Acord. The bereaved ones have our sympathy."
The DEWBERRY's make note of the typo giving James the middle initial 'A' rather than 'T' but state that the death date matches the death certificate and tombstone as well as the date given by family members of Sarah Zulema KOSIER ACORD. 

I may never know the story. There may not even be one. It may be as simple as a coincidence or as tragically sweet as a broken heart. 

Newspapers remain one of my favorite resources though. And despite their inaccuracies, they still have a way of helping us to see beyond dates and dashes to see relationships, skill sets, employment and communities. 

Until next time, 
Becky






Sunday, November 26, 2017

The Great Listen -- Test

This year we celebrated Thanksgiving Day at my husband's parents' house and then with my mom on the following Saturday. While at my mom's house I sat down to interview her parents using an app on my phone called StoryCorp.   This app is very user friendly. You can use your own questions, or there is a multitude of questions they have for you to choose from. If you choose their questions they will pop up on your screen with a little check mark in the bottom corner for you to tap after that question has been answered. Then the next question will show up -- like digital index cards. Your interview can be as long as 45 minutes and I have found the audio to be pretty good quality. Once your interview is complete and you have given it a title, summary, and chosen a few tags/keywords/labels you can then choose to download it to your device or upload it to the StoryCorp website. Once it is uploaded to the website there is an option to share it and there is even an embed code to add to your own personal website or blog, which is something I am very excited about.

Whether or not genealogy is your thing, I encourage you to take the time to sit down and listen to your family members. Have your children interview you. Interview your children. Are you going on a long road trip? Pass the time interviewing one another.


I plan on adding a transcription as I get time. To listen to the interview from the StoryCorp website click here.



Until next time,
Becky


The Chillicothe Constitution 15 May 1936 Newspapers.com


Transcription:


Interviewer: This is Becky Drake and I am interviewing my Grandma and Grandpa Melson, Thanksgiving 2017 (Sat 11/25/2017). We are in Siloam Springs, Arkansas



Becky Drake: Ok. Grandpa, what was Thanksgiving like when you were growing up? And where did you celebrate it?


Leroy Melson: Always at my mom's house. Always good. Seems like we always had company.


Becky: So cousins came over?


Leroy: Her sister, Aunt Bea. You probably know about her


Becky: Yeah


Leroy: They were always there. Especially during the war, they was around us all the time, while Dennis was in the war.


Becky: Yeah


Leroy: We always had it together most of the time. They lived about half a mile up the road... quarter mile... half a mile... quarter and a half mile up the road (laughs).


Becky: Was this in Oark?


Leory: Eh, out on the mountain there, South of Oark.


Becky: Okay. Did Grandpa's family ever come or just Grandma's family? Did Grandpa's brothers or sister ever come?


Leroy: Yeah, Tobe and Annie, his brother and his wife, come once, once for sure, pretty regular, I can't remember how many times but they was there.


Becky: What kind of food did she cook? What kind of food did your mom cook, for Thanksgiving?


Leroy: Uhh, we had a pecan pie always.


Becky: Always had a pecan pie.


Leroy: Because we had a pecan tree out in the yard.


Becky: Oh really? Neat!


Leroy: I would gather them up, crack them, and she'd make 'em. She made them pretty..every little bit ... every time I wanted one all I had to do was crack out a couple of nuts and she's make me one.


Becky: Wow, that's great. What about you, Grandma, what was the first Thanksgiving you remember?


Reba: Really I can't remember any when I was at home that they was anything different than just a regular day. I don't think that we made a big thing out of Thanksgiving.


Leroy: After we got married I spent Thanksgiving at her house. They celebrated Thanksgiving (referencing the fact that they were married the day before Thanksgiving 1955).


Reba: Yeah sometimes


Leroy: Her mother (surely bound to before ?)


Becky: Your sister said you guys didn't celebrate birthdays much either, so you just didn't many holidays at all?


Reba: No


Becky: Huh, was that just your family or just that area or...?


Reba: None of my family did ya know momma's brothers or sisters and them, it just wasn't any different than any other day.


Leroy: I remember we always had pork of some kind Momma always butchered a hog right before Thanksgiving.


Becky: Yeah, I had read somewhere where a lot of people butchered their hogs right around Thanksgiving.


Reba: But after we got married, we celebrated it. And we would go over to Momma's and Daddy's a lot of times at Thanksgiving after we got married.


Leroy: And deer hunted.


Reba: Yeah


Leroy: That was when we lived in Tulsa


Becky: When you lived in Tulsa you'd go back and deer hunt?


Leroy: Yeah, during that Thanksgiving season. Three days. Got three days deer season.


Becky: What do you remember most about your mom, Grandma Bondell? What do you remember most about her?


Leroy: Ah, she worked all the time. SHe was busy all the time. And she'd always... I remember when I used to smoke... and hiding out smoking and she'd give me, she got to where she'd give me quarter so I could buy a pack of cigarettes.


Becky: Really? She would pay so you could have cigarettes? Wow.


Leroy: Cigarettes was 21 cents, 22 cents, and they'd have 3 pennies down the side of the package.


Becky: Really?
Leroy: Yeah. And uh, the machines, put a quarter in the machine and you get a pack of cigarrettes with 3 or 4 pennies in it up the side.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Firsts


Its been a little while, but here is another post from a letter I received. This one is from my maternal grandmother. I asked her about Grandpa's first car, their first jobs, and their first homes. Here was her response:








Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Ancestor - What I Remember, What I've Been Told, And What I Have Found


I recently came across an Instagram photo challenge offered up by @genealogyphoto and since my sister-in-law over at Days of Our Lives has been trying to get me to start blogging again, I figured I would combine the two. So with each photo I post on Instagram I intend to come over here and type out a little something. While writing yesterday's post and linking stories to various ancestors mentioned, I realized I didn't have a post about my great grandmother, Bondell Bynum. She married my great grandfather Obie Zearl Melson on 04 Dec 1933. They are the parents of my maternal grandfather, Leroy.

The picture below is how I best remember her. This would've been taken in 1983 for their 50th wedding anniversary. I was only three at the time. Grandma only lived another 6 years after this picture was taken and not much changed about her in that time frame. The little crocheted dolls hanging behind her really stand out to me. There's not a lot I remember but two things that I remember most are her sitting in her chair crocheting and stacked beside that chair were always piles of TV guides. She would always do the crossword in the back and I would always take two consecutive issues and double check her answers. I remember her kitchen and the way it smelled. I remember the deep freeze pictured behind her and how it held Little Debbie snack cakes. I remember she always grew a garden. I remember her home seemed simple. I remember she was always doing something. Even if it was just crocheting while watching a TV program. I remember she had a finger that always stayed bent. I never knew why and just assumed it was arthritis but turns out it had been cut so badly it "drew up" and healed that way.

I remember her death was my first experience of losing someone close to me.



Since I don't have many detailed memories I put out a request to family to see what they remembered. My mom was the first to respond saying that my Dad, Steve, loved grandma's home cooked food. She said if you were to ever show up around meal time, grandma would be happy to feed you a home cooked meal. I can remember dad telling of how he was amazed by her watermelon rind jelly. He didn't know you could make jelly out of such a thing.

Mom also shared,
"We ran around with them a lot and spent lots of nights. She would take us to the grocery store and ask what we wanted. We always said SpaghettiOs® and a jar of pimento cheese. When we ran around she took a water jug and kept a plastic fold up cup for our drink. I have her sewing bench. She taught us how to knit, crochet and embroider."



When I told the story last year of my mom falling on broken glass when she was about 3, I believe it was Grandma Bondell's house that my Aunt Diane ran to.  They lived in Oark, Johnson County, Arkansas. Going back and reading that story reminded me of a conversation I had with my Great Uncle Tooter one time. He spoke fondly of Grandma Bondell and said she worked hard - physically - in the fields and garden. He really admired her. I always remembered thinking grandma towered over my great grandpa OZ. It may have just been that he was hunched over in his old age because looking at the above picture she is taller but not as tall as I imagined. It's funny the way a young mind remembers things.

My Aunt Diane said "Granny made the sweetest tea on earth in a white ceramic pitcher." and her daughter, my cousin, Christy, remembers playing with the fake horses her family would bring back to give Grandma from their vacations and sitting in the sun-room listening to wind-chimes, she also remembered the crocheted dolls saying "She had a doll toilet paper holder that was crocheted. I always played with it."

Now for the facts. Grandma Bondell was born 14 Dec 1918 in the community of Spadra, Johnson County, AR. She was the second child born to Kinchen Leroy Bynum and Ludia Belle Moore. Her older sister, Beatrice was just a year older than her. When Bondell was not yet two years old her mother died during complications giving birth to a baby girl that also didn't make it. They both died 02 Sept 1920 Sebastian County, Arkansas. Kinchen eventually remarried when Grandma was five. My grandma Reba thinks that before that, Beatrice and Bondell were raised by their grandmother Minnie Ora Moore. Kinchen's second wife was named Margaret. I'm not certain of her maiden name because her mother was always called Grandma Young, but Kinchen and Margaret's marriage license gives Margaret's last name as Welch, and in the 1930 census when they were living in Tulsa, Margaret said her age at her first marriage was 19 meaning she would've had to have gotten married sometime around 1917. I suspect Kinchen was her second marriage in 1923.

Here are a few pictures of Beatrice and Bondell when they were young.



And below is a picture of Grandma with her childhood friend Blanche Blaylock in Fort Smith 1928 and a portrait of just her when she was younger.






According to the 1920 and 1930 census records, Grandma grew up the daughter of a furniture man, and a beautician. In 1917, on his WWI draft registration, Kinchen gave his place of employment at the Ballman Cummings Furniture Company. On the 1920 census, Kinchen's employment is given as a laborer for a furniture factory and in 1930 living in Tulsa he's a shipping clerk at a furniture factory.

As stated earlier, Bondell married O.Z. Melson 04 Dec 1933 and her sister Beatrice married Dennis Vaught a few weeks later on Christmas Day.

I'm not sure what led to the next moment in Bondell's life but weeks after she and her sister married and left home, Kinchen filed for a divorce on 13 Jan 1934 it was granted a month later 12 February.

An interesting fact is that Grandma Bondell's marriage license said she 18. She was really only 14.



After a year and a half of marriage Bondell gave birth to a daughter, Betty June, born Tuesday, 6 Aug 1935. News made way to her dad Kinchen and on Saturday he was on his way to go see his first grandchild. Little did anyone know that tragedy would strike. Below is a transcription of the news article.

"Roy. K. Bynum of Hagerville, a farmer, 42 years old, was killed instantly last Saturday morning about eight o’clock, when a lumber truck ran over him on the Hagarville road about eight miles northeast of here.
Injuries suffered by Bynum included a fractured skull, broken neck, crushed chest and internal injuries, any of which would have caused death, Dr. James M. Kolb of this city, Johnson County Coroner, said the accident was unavoidable.
Dr. Kolb said he learned that Bynum had attempted to climb aboard the moving truck, when he fell and was crushed by the wheels. Two other men also boarded the truck, but escaped injury.
The driver, Carlton Hixon of Russelville, employed by the Birkhead Company, said he saw Bynum and the two other men as he passed, but did not know they attempted to get on the truck. He said he heard and felt a bump and stopped as he believed a tire might have gone flat or some part was broken. It was then that he discovered Bynum.
The body of Bynum was brought here by the Griffin Funeral Home.
Funeral services were conducted Sunday afternoon at 2:30 o’clock at the Lone Pine Cemetery. Rev. L.C. Tedford, pastor of the First Baptist Church of this city, officiated. Burial was made in Lone Pine Cemetery, with Griffin Funeral Home in charge of arrangements.
Mr. Bynum is survived by two daughters, Mrs. Beatrice Vaught and Mrs. Bondell Melson, both of Oark; his parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Bynum of Hagarville; one sister Mrs. Tom King, of Huntsville; and two brothers, Sidney Bynum of Tulsa, Oklahoma, and John Bynum of Oklahoma.
Pallbearers were Hebert Bean, Allie King, Benson Frost, Everett Pttts, H.P. Johnson, and H.F. Blackburn.”


The newspapers sure didn't leave much to the imagination back then. I was really surprised at the details given.

A year and a half later Bondell gave birth to my grandpa Leroy. He and Betty June are the only children I am aware of Bondell and OZ having.

Here is a set of school pictures of the two taken in 1947:



The 1940 census shows that Grandma Bondell completed one year of High School while Grandpa OZ only made it to 6th grade. Grandpa grew up in a very rural area, whereas Grandma lived closer to big cities like Fort Smith and Tulsa. I wonder if she was very "country" at all before she became married.

Even though her father and step-mother divorced, Bondell remained close to Margaret. I even have copies of a few "generational photos" that have Margaret and her mother in them.

Below is one of those pictures. On the far left is Margaret's mother, Nettie Young, then Margaret, Grandma Bondell, Grandpa Leroy, and my Aunt Diane circa 1957.
 


Sometime after the death of Kinchen, Margaret married a man named Earl Thompson. Whenever my family refers to "Grandma Thompson" they're speaking of Margaret.

When her children were young Bondell would work in the fields, milk cows, and cut pulpwood. Grandma Reba also shared a story of when my Aunt Michelle was a baby,
"We lived on the mountain (near Oark) and it came a deep snow. They couldn't get to work and couldn't get Shell's formula so Papa milked the cow every morning and brought it to us and we didn't buy formula again."

Grandma Bondell and Grandpa OZ also raised chickens for Tyson. Mom recalls they had about 3 or 4 houses when they lived in the Baptist Ford community near Greenland. Grandma Reba (Bondell's daughter-in-law) shared that Bondell also worked at Priebe and Sons, a chicken processing plant, in Clarksville up until they closed in January 1962. She and my Grandpa Leroy would ride to work together.

Northwest Arkansas Times - Newspapers.com

After they lost their job, a friend of my Grandpa Leroy's helped him get a job at the University farm and they all moved to Prairie Grove. Grandpa Leroy and his parents lived right next door to each other all my childhood, up until Grandma Bondell passed away. Later on Grandpa OZ remarried and moved about 10 miiles away to Strickler, AR with his second wife, Virginia. The old house place is still there. I should go and take pictures when the weather cools down so I don't have to worry about snakes or wasps. It's not in the best shape and will be gone before we know it.

I'll close with Grandma's obituary and include a picture of a few of us from the day of the funeral.

The Graphic, Clarksville, Arkansas, Wednesday, 5 April 1989
Mrs. Bondell Melson, age 70, of Prairie Grove died March 29, 1989 at her home.
She was a former resident of Johnson County and a Protestant.
Surviving are her husband, O.Z. Melson; one son, Leroy Melson of Prairie Grove; one daughter Betty June Young of Fayetteville; one sister, Beatrice Vaught of Clarksville; three grandchildren, Diane Walls of Hot Springs, Reine Moore of Siloam Springs and Michelle Smith of Prairie Grove; and six great-grandchildren.
Funeral services were held at 2 p.m. Thursday, March 30, at Roller-Cox Funeral Home Chapel with Rev. Amos Pledger officiating. Burial was in Oark Cemetery.

Pallbearers were Vince Walls, Steve Moore, Willie Smith, Stanley Vaught, Harold Hyler and Alfred Bently.”
Left to Right: My mom, Reine, her sisters Michelle and Diane. My cousin Brad, me, Christy and Preston.
Did I forget to mention that my sister-in-law is joining me in this challenge. I am so excited about that. While she's not on Instagram, yet, she is adding a little bit of her own style to this challenge by having clever little themes. She's done Salvation Sunday, Medical Monday, and yesterday Tracts of Land Tuesday. She is a great writer and so clever. Be sure to click over there and check it out!

Saturday, March 21, 2015

The Way Things Were

Last week's 52 Ancestors blog prompt was 'same' so it is only fitting that this week the prompt is 'different'.  I thought this was a fitting prompt for the local doctor in the community where some of my family was from.  The way things were back then are quite different than the way they are today. This week I am going to introduce to you a man who was both well known and well loved by those in the Oark, Catalpa and surrounding communities. His name was Doc Floyd. Now I am not related to this man, but if it weren't for him a few of my ancestors may not have survived -my mother included- therefore I wouldn't be here to write about him or any of my ancestors.

So let us begin, with the bare bones facts...

 
John William Earnest Floyd was born Oct 27 1881 in Hunt, Johnson Co., Arkansas to James Richard Floyd and Alice Lou Ella Bennett. (Hunt, at that time, was known as Hunt Town or Hunttown). He was the oldest of five children, followed in birth by two sisters, Stella and Lula, then two brothers, Norman and Russell. In 1902, at the age of 20, he married Laura Ella Pyron. The following year they had their first child, a daughter, Ocie Lee, and soon after Frankie Estelle, Tommie Irene, Ruby Miriam and last Deward Wilson.

If it weren't for my Great-Aunt Peggy, I wouldn't even be writing this post at all. A few weeks ago she posted the photograph on the left on Facebook and began asking all her friends and family members if they had any great stories about this man. I, having a love for anything old-timey, was naturally drawn to the conversation. I began to ask a few questions and followed along reading each of the stories shared and decided he would be a wonderful addition to this blog.

Peggy has an unsual connection to Doc Floyd that she herself didn't discover until just a few years ago. Her mother, Irene Adams, confided in her that before she had married Peggy's father, Leroy Clark Harmon, she had been married to Doc Floyd. The story Peggy sent me is as follows:

"In 1935, my mother, Irene was at school and took a bad case of appendicitis. Doc Floyd came to her house that evening and told her mother, Eva, to give her nothing but a small amount of soup and no sweets period, and to not get out of bed. She stayed in bed for 6 weeks. Doc Floyd came to see her nearly every day. On her 17th birthday he gave her a ring and asked her to elope with him. She went with him and worked as his nurse. He would leave her with his patients and she would care for them in their homes. On March 22, 1940 they went to Cassville, MO and got married in the court  house. They came back to Eureka Springs and spent the night at the Basin Park Hotel. When they came back to Oark he continued to have her stay with his patients. Come to find out, he didn't want his family knowing they were married. In the fall of 1942 he rented a house in Oark and they moved into it. He still wouldn't make it public that they were married. My Mother didn't like them living together and people thinking there were not married. In 1943 they were divorced. The first time she asked for a divorce he didn't want one but he had his brother-in-law who was an attorney to write one up and she found out it wasn't legal. He had another one made and she signed it and Dr. Floyd was supposed to have it recorded and she thought he did but I have never been able to find it."
 
 

Now for how this man impacted my life - even though I never knew him. It would seem that not only is my Dad "Lucky To Be Alive", but so is my mother, thanks to Doc Floyd. In the early 60's my mother's family lived about half a mile from their grandparents, OZ and Bondell Melson, near Oark. My Aunt Diane recalls the story:

"When we were kids we took baths in the wash water. I got in the washing machine and Nay and Shell used the rinse tub. Shell some how broke a gallon jar getting into the rinse tub and Nay decided she would tell mama about the jar. The soapy water was really slick (I can still feel the ability to slide around in the washing machine to this day). Nay got out of the water and stepped on the rounded lid of the canner and fell back into the broken jar. It had really long spikes sticking up from the base. One of shards, sticking up like a dagger, went through her back near her shoulder blade. She was able to get up off of it, but then she slipped again and fell on her butt onto the same glass point. Mom came in to see about all the screaming. When she saw what had happened she grabbed some clothes for me and told me to run and get Granny and Papaw. They had a car. I ran the fastest I could. I can remember thinking that if I stopped running Nay might die. I have no idea how far they really lived from us, I had been there several times to watch TV, but this time it seemed to take forever. I got to the house and no one was there. I was scared. Then I heard the tractor down in the pasture and I ran to them screaming for help with every step. Granny told Papaw "Turn that thing (baler) off can't you see this girl is upset." I told about the incident and we went to the house. When we got there I saw Mom walking down the road toward us carrying Nay wrapped in a big quilt with blood dripping off the bottom. Michelle, only being two, was beside them struggling to keep up, crying. We stayed with papaw while mom and granny went to Doc Floyds. Nay was so pale I can remember that day as plain as yesterday. I was about 6 years old."

I called my Grandma Reba for her memories of the incident. She said when she went to see what was going on and she saw my momma cut, she told Diane, "Run and go get Granny and Papaw, Reine is cut all to pieces" (She later found out that her saying that had really scared little Diane because Diane thought Reine was hacked up into little pieces.) She remembers carrying my Momma while Michelle
followed behind them crying and that my Momma said "I hope little Shell don't get lost." Grandma said she doesn't remember my mom bleeding too much, since no main blood vessels were cut - though there was blood. She said once they got loaded into Granny and Papaw's car it was only about a 5 mile drive to Doc Floyd's.

She recalled it was a hot summer day and it was cooler to be outside Doc's office than it was to be inside. Doc Floyd had a rock outside his little office that many people remember sitting on, either for treatment or for waiting their turn. This rock is where my Grandma sat while holding my mom, so that Doc Floyd could begin stitching her up. She recalled that her cousin Hurley and my Grandpa Leroy were working on the grade school building in town and came to Doc's office when they heard what was going on. She said that Hurley fanned Momma with his hat.

Doc Floyd's Office
Diane also had to have some stitches from Doc Floyd once. She said they had a little sandbox and they kept an old tin can in there to scoop the sand. One day when she went to go play, she tripped over the side wall and plunged her hand into the can hitting the edge full force gashing her hand. She says the scar is very small now, but when she was 4 or 5 the gash had gone clear across her hand. She remembered a dark room and him putting stitches in her  hand but she doesn't remember if he numbed it. She figures he probably did because she doesn't have any negative memories about it.

When I called my Grandma to ask about my Momma, Grandpa Leroy told her that his Dad, Obie
Zearl (O.Z) had once chopped off his big toe with a chopping axe. They only lived about 150 yards from Doc Floyd. Doc sewed OZ's toe back on and it survived. Grandpa said his dad's toe didn't wiggle but it healed. Grandpa Leroy also remembers collecting old medicine jars and taking them back to Doc Floyd for a whole nickel. Grandma remembers taking their old medicine jars back to him, but she didn't remember if they were paid for it or not. From other stories I'll share, Doc Floyd seemed like a very kind man, and was always treating the little children with a small amount of money for an ice cream from the store next door. He may have paid my grandpa a nickel, just out of kindness since he was such a small child, and his neighbor.

My Grandmother Reba's brother Dwight remembered when he and Tooter (another brother) were young boys Grandma and Grandpa (Reba and Leroy) brought them a rod and reel. They wanted to see how long the line was. Tooter held the rod and reel while Dwight ran through the yard with the line. When he got to the end of the line it jerked the lure went into his hand. They had to make a trip to Doc Floyd's. Doc cut the hook off and shoved it on through his hand. And Grandma remembered when Dwight got a bean stuck up his nose, and their neighbor Austin Denzer had to take them to Doc Floyd.

Peggy sent me a memory from Anita Pitts, who was a neighbor of the Stepps.
"Doc Floyd delivered me and my little brother, Glenn at home. Dad would go get him and he came. With the help of the neighbor women we were safely delivered and well taken care of. As we got older when we had sore throats, ear aches, etc. he was always at his office in Oark. He would give us pink throat tablets and usually penicillin or sulfur drug in tablet form. What I hated the most was the black croup pills. He would have Mom crush them and pour calcidrine cough syrup over them. I can still smell something that smells like that terrible yellow cough syrup and gag! Mom would hear one croupy cough at night and here she came with a spoonful of that terrible stuff and a dripper that should have had a good drink of water in it, but she barely let it touch your lips and said no more. I got a lot of ear aches from swimming in the creek and one year I could not get rid of them. He gave me penicillin pills along with those ear drops  he always had on hand but the ear ache would just come right back. His cure was for me to come to his house every morning before school and get a penicillin shot in the rear end. That cured them up for years. He always had plenty of those little pill boxes that he wrote directions on and such He did not give prescriptions to take to the drug store. Most of the medicines were kept in his office. I can remember a few times he would have Mom and Dad go by Laster Drug Store and pick up  medicines he had ordered.

He was a very knowledgeable doctor who knew how to treat most things. When he didn't he would send them somewhere else. I know Dad was sick with heart problems and he sent him to Holt-Krock Clinic in Fort Smith for a diagnosis. Then after the diagnosis he treated him. Without him having to go back to Fort Smith every week or month. I wish we had doctors like them today."  

Peggy recalled that Doc Floyd made his own antibiotic ointment. He mixed Vaseline and powdered penicillin. A cure all for cuts, scrapes or infected insect bites.

One of Doc Floyd's granddaughter's, Gwendella, says,
"Papa Floyd was a 'dyed in the wool - yellow dog Democrat'. He also refused to change the time on his clock. He didn't "spring forward" or "fall back". He was a good musician. He loved his Fiddle. He was quite a baseball fan too. At one time he had been quite a good player. He loved watching the game on the TV in his later years. Another thing he was strong for was a good education for all children. He was quite instrumental in getting the good school in Oark. Another accomplishment he had to do with was the good road to Oark. At one time it was not much more than a trail from Harmony to Oark."

Memories shared from Peggy's Facebook post:







 
 

 
 
 
 
 
From all these memories I believe Doc Floyd had a compassionate heart for the people of the community in which he served. He made house calls, kept them well, and helped them in every way he could.  These days we tend to have a negative view towards those who work in the medical field. But I believe, and know, there are a still several out there who still care deeply for their patients.

In closing I hope you'll take the time to read this article on Doc Floyd, as there is quite the story of some teenage boys helping him capture little runaways in the woods.

And if you're in the Clarksville, AR, area stop by the Johnson County Historical Society. It's my understanding that they have an exhibit dedicated to Dr. John Floyd, MD.

As always be sure to check out my sister-in-law's genealogy blog over at Days of Our Lives!

Until next week, 
Becky


The Springfield News-Leader
Springfield, Missouri
 27 Sep 1994, Tue • Page 9