Growing Up in the Ozarks

I grew up in the heart of the Ozarks, surrounded by a time and culture that has slowly ebbed away. It was in a small place called Mammoth, Missouri. It's south of Gainesville, Missouri, and just a few miles north of the Missouri/ Arkansas state-line. Literally, it was in Ozark County, and you can’t get any more Ozark than that.

Vincent Anderson, Lesa Anderson-Pulliam, Dana Long-Headrick, Lynn Anderson,

Jereldene Anderson, and Jimmy Anderson on Granny's front porch banister

Living in today’s culture, is a totally different time or era than when I was growing up. I am really not that old; I’m only 44. But, times have changed so much. Many people spend hours occupying their time in endeavors that would have been foreign to me. I’ll admit, sometimes I catch myself in trivial pursuits that really have no eternal value. This could be surfing the Internet, texting for hours, and even watching TV. It does sound somewhat hypocritical for me mentioning the Internet, since this is a blog…and it’s posted on the Internet. But as I grew up, TV was sometimes a luxury. We lived so low in the valley that TV reception was not that viable. Therefore, we didn’t have a TV for years. We listened to the radio. We also spent many of those hours we could have been watching TV and did other things. Though at times I complained about not having TV, I was saved from fruitless hours and rewarded with memories I cherish, such as:

• Going visiting…that’s what we called it. We didn’t need to call ahead of time or make a special time on the calendar. We would just show up…
• Sleeping with the windows open and positioning for the perfect breeze through the screened windows…
• Sleeping with the roar of the attic fan on high…
• The smell of the fresh & humid air as it saturated the sheets at night…
• The chorus of tree frogs, bullfrogs, crickets, and whip-poor-wills chanting in the night…
• The huffs of the hoot owls and the haunting shrill of the screech owl’s phantom call…
• The yelps of the coyotes and the barking yaps of the gray fox…
• The cry of the bobcat or the scream of a mountain lion/ panther echoing on the banks of Lick Creek which sounds like a lady convulsing in terror…
• Fishing Possum Walk and Lick Creek for small mouth bass, blue gill, perch, and sunfish…
• Catching grasshoppers, crickets, and crawdads for bait…
• Finding and flipping the perfect 4 to 5 day old cow pile that held the juiciest night crawlers for fishing…
• Stepping on thorns and old nails and soaking my foot in kerosene because Granny said so…
• Helping my dad load the old aluminum V-bottom boat into the pickup bed and going to Liner Creek on Norfork Lake…
• Watching the spring floods inundate the Possum Walk Creek & Bridge...
  
• The fear of failure I felt… before I pulled the trigger on my rifle and dropped my first deer…
• The pride of trapping my first gray fox…
• The panic I felt when it came back to life in my hands…
• The relief I felt when my dad helped me put it out of its misery for the second time…
• The dread I felt in seeing my first skunk in a trap…
• The joy I felt in the sense of knowledge in skinning my own animals on the trap line…
• The wonder of seeing a herd of 60 white-tailed deer in the fields in front of the Mammoth Church…
  
• The early morning breakfasts at Granny Anderson’s saucering hot coffee, eating biscuits, twice toasted toast, soakie, greasy gravy, black-eyed gravy, fried eggs, bacon, and sausage all covered in flour gravy made from grease…basically…a lot of grease…By the way, if you haven’t “saucered your coffee or had “soakie”,” you haven’t lived…
• The mornings she spent reading to me from the Bible and the afternoons she spent reading to me The Ozark County Times, The Baxter Bulletin, or The History of Baxter County. Then, she would talk about the people she read about or how we were related…

• Her lunches of black-eyed peas, rice with sugar, or cooked cabbage…all with cornbread…
• The summer days I spent at her front porch and swatting flies…
• Covering cousins up in the fallen maple leaves…pretending they were in graves…and jumping out and screaming like it was the Resurrection Morning…

Aunt Phylis, Aunt Velma, Aunt Jesse, Aunt Ruby...and me eying in Christmas dinner at Granny Anderson's.

• Uncles, aunts, and cousins gathering a Granny’s house every Thanksgiving & Christmas Eve…

Kim Long-Sinor, Lesa Anderson-Pulliam, Roger Anderson
Jimmy Anderson, Dana Long-Headrick, Lynn Anderson, Jereldene Anderson
Jackie Anderson-Jennings, and me

• Listening to KTLO Radio out of Mountain Home, Arkansas, to hear the most important news of the day…the hospital report, listing all the names of the people who were admitted and released, and the list of the people who died in the area…
• Going to brush harbor meetings and using funeral home fans to keep cool…
• Swimming at the Possum Walk Bridge, ole' Baptizing Hole, the Big Rock, or the Hoggard Hole…
• Skidding down the icy cemetery hill on sheets of plastic & inner-tubes…
• New Year’s Eve hike & camp-outs…
• Playing football for Gainesville and always hoping for the next game to be a win...(long story)
  
• The glee of watching spot-lighters chasing deer in the field in front of our house…knowing the game warden, Ralph McNair, was watching them from a hay barn...
  
  
• And the work…
• Hauling & splitting wood…
• Feeding the chickens & protecting them from the coons…
• Picking up rocks…gardening…picking up rocks…
• Picking up beer bottles & beer cans on T Highway because Baxter County, Arkansas, was a dry county until 1978. Therefore, our road was the shortest distance between the honky-tonks on the Missouri / Arkansas state line on Highway 201 North & Highway 5 North…
  
  

This whole list thing could go on….and on.

Although no time or era is perfect, in the past or present, these times have helped to mold and form me into the person I am today. Though I cannot go back, I still hold these memories in my heart. At times, I am quickly swept away by some sight, smell, taste, word, or phrase to a little place called Mammoth. After all these years, it is still part of my essence. It is my sampling & experience of the Ozark’s History.

Thanks Dad & Mom.

The old smoke house behind Granny Anderson's house.

The Waylands & McNeils: Family Roots in Baxter County, Arkansas

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Above is a picture of my great, great grandfather & grandmother:
Thompson "Henderson" Wayland & Louisa W. Snow


This is a small documentation of some of my family roots in the Ozarks. Hopefully, this will help answer questions for family and friends alike.

My great, great, grandfather & mother:

Thompson Henderson Wayland & Louisa W. Snow

Thompson Henderson Wayland was born on September 16, 1836 in Lawrence County, Arkansas. He died on November 14, 1913 in, Baxter County, Arkansas, and was buried in Norfork Cemetery, Baxter County, Arkansas. A picture is also posted of Henderson Wayland in the Mountain Home City Hall lobby stating he was the Mayor of Mountain Home, Arkansas in 1901.

Henderson married Louisa W. Snow on May 7, 1856, in Lawrence County, Arkansas. Thompson Henderson Wayland, "Henderson" as he was known, was a member of J.R. Shaler's regiment and Capt. R.C. Matthews' Company during the Civil War. He applied for a pension at age 72 and proof of service given.

They had the following children:

1. Susan Hester Wayland was born on June 26, 1860 in Iuka, Izard County, Arkansas. She died on November 16, 1905, and was buried in Trimble Flats Cemetery, Baxter County, Arkansas. Susan married James Franklin McNeill on June 11, 1877.
2. Caroline Wayland was born on 10 Feb 1862 in Iuka, Izard Co., Arkansas.
3. Cynthia "Syntha" Ann Wayland
4. James Harrison Wayland was born on 1 Oct 1867 in Iuka, Izard Co., Arkansas.
5. Benjamin F. Wayland
6. Mary Belsoria Wayland

Henderson & Louisa's Obituaries -Both are buried at Norfork Cemetery, Baxter County, Arkansas.

Baxter Bulletin newspaper September 20, 1912.

Mrs. T. H. Wayland and Mrs. Sarah Cunningham of Norfork, both old and respected citizens of Baxter County died last week. They leave many relatives and a host of friends to mourn for them.

Baxter Bulletin newspaper November 21, 1913

Uncle Henderson Wayland Dead.
Henderson Wayland an old settler in the seventies, for years a justice of peace at Norfork passed away Saturday and was buried Sunday at Norfork. The Waylands were among the first settlers in the west part of Baxter County. Mr. Wayland is survived by a brother, S. J. Wayland of Mountain Home and a married sister who lives in the south part of the state. His wife died about a year ago.

Next, my great, great grandfather & mother:

James Franklin McNeil IV & Susan Hester Wayland

James Franklin McNeil, IV was born on May 8, 1858, in Iuka, Izard County, Arkansas, and died on an unknown date. He married Susan Hester Wayland was born on June 26, 1860 in Iuka, Izard County, Arkansas. She died on November 16, 1905, and was buried in Trimble Flats Cemetery, Baxter County, Arkansas. Susan married James Franklin McNeil IV on June 11, 1877.

They had the following children:

1. William Frank McNeil was born on July 7, 1879 in Iuka, Izard County, Arkansas and died on June 9, 1948 in Amos, Baxter County, Arkansas.
2. John H. McNeil was born on Dec. 15, 1877 in Iuka, Izard County, Arkansas and died in May 1920 in Hulbert, Cherokee County, Oklahoma.
3. Mary (Molly) J. McNeil was born on Nov. 11, 1883 and died on Apr. 19, 1969.
4. Jesse Hogan McNeil was born on Oct. 25, 1881 and di ed in 1913.
5. Benjamin A. McNeil was born on Nov. 19, 1887 and died on Feb. 1, 1965.
6. James Monroe McNeil was born on Nov. 7, 1885 and died on Jul. 2, 1959.
7. Joseph Henry McNeil was born on May 1, 1890 and died in M ay 1944.
8. Hester B. McNeil was born on Apr. 1, 1894 and died on Aug. 16, 1894.
9. Charles W. McNeil was born on Apr. 11, 1892 and died on an unknown date.
10. Louisa Etta McNeil was born on Jan. 31, 1895 and died in 1915.
11. Eva “May” McNeil was born  on May 23, 1903 and died on June1, 1997.
12. Stephen E. McNeil was born on Feb. 7, 1899 and died on Aug. 31, 1972.

Next, my great grandfather & mother:

William Frank McNeil & Mary "Mollie" Girkin

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Picture taken in Flippin, Arkansas, about 1944

Mary "Mollie" Girkin 1900 
Picture taken at Carr Studios in Mountain Home, Arkansas.

                       

                                           Mary "Mollie" Girkin McNeil circa 1957

-->William Frank McNeil was born on July 7, 1879 in Iuka, Izard County, Arkansas and died on June 9, 1948 in Amos, Baxter County, Arkansas. He married Mary "Mollie" Girkin. She was the daughter of Burton Gerkin and Sarah Martin and was born on July 14, 1875 in East Nelson, Moultrie County, Illinois and died on October 3, 1958 in Theodosia, Ozark County, Missouri. Both are buried at the Trimble Flats / Amos Cemetery in Baxter County, Arkansas.

They had the following children:

1. Eunice McNeil was born on February 23, 1906 and died on September 30, 1990.
2. James Bert McNeil died on an unknown date.
3. Hogan McNeil died on an unknown date.
4. Lurkie McNeil died on an unknown date.
5. Susan Geneva McNeil was born on May 10, 1904 and died on Aug. 2, 1904.
6. Ralph Herman McNeil died in March 1916.

Picture of Uncle Bert & Uncle Hogan McNeil taken in Baxter County, Arkansas, circa 1918.

Next, my grandfather & grandmother:

Mack Anderson & Eunice McNeil

Mack Anderson was born on Feb. 24, 1890 in Mammoth, Ozark County, Missouri and died on May 5, 1962, in Mammoth, Ozark County, Missouri. He married Eunice McNeil. Eunice, daughter of William Frank McNeil and Mollie Mary Gerkin, Eunice McNeil was born on February 23, 1906,in Amos, Baxter County, Arkansas and died on September 30, 1990, in Bull Shoals, Marion County, Arkansas.

Grannie Anderson's house in Mammoth, Missouri, as I

remember it in the fall time of the year.

This picture was taken in November of 1989.

This is a current picture of the old home place taken in June of 2008.

Mack & Eunice Anderson are buried in the Mammoth Cemetery, Ozark County, Missouri.