Booneville, Arkansas — From Trading Post to County Seat: A Frontier Story

 

Booneville, Arkansas — My Birthplace

Nestled in the Arkansas River Valley between the Ouachita and Ozark Mountains lies Booneville, one of the oldest settlements in western Arkansas, a town whose roots stretch back nearly two centuries, and though I don’t go back that far, it is the place of my birth and where I graduated high school (Go Bearcats!).

Founded in 1828, Booneville began very humbly when a frontier explorer named Walter Cauthron built a log cabin and opened a trading store along the Petit Jean River, still a defining waterway in the area and where my family and I spent many a day fishing.

There’s always been some mystery around its name and in my younger days I was told it was named for Daniel Boone. However, I have since learned some local tradition claims Cauthron intended to call the place “Bonneville,” honoring his friend Captain Benjamin Bonneville, an army officer stationed nearby at Fort Smith with whom he shared a love for exploration. But, as stated above, those within my circle of friends and family seemed to always believe the town was later named for Daniel Boone, the famed woodsman and relative of the Logan family, the county’s namesakes. Whether any of that is true, I can’t say but I would be interested to hear from anyone who has heard a version of how Booneville got its name.

As the frontier drew more settlers, the town’s early importance grew. When Scott County was created in 1833 from Crawford County, Booneville became the county seat for the area known as Sabre/Saber County that would later become southern Logan County. A post office (first called Petit Jean) was established in 1837, and soon after, lots in Booneville were auctioned as the town began to take structured shape.

Life on the Arkansas frontier was difficult. During the Civil War, Booneville’s residents fought on both sides, and while the town wasn’t a battlefield, raids and supply confiscations were common in the surrounding countryside.

By the time it was incorporated in 1878, Booneville had blossomed into a thriving community with general stores, a cotton gin, drugstores, blacksmith shops, and more as it became the economic heart of a growing region.

The coming of the railroad in 1898, a year after the birth of my grandfather, was transformative. The Choctaw, Oklahoma & Gulf Railroad (later part of the Rock Island Railroad for which my grandfather, my dad, and one of my uncles would eventually work) chose Booneville as a division point for crew changes and logistics. For decades, rail traffic helped sustain local businesses and connect the town to markets far beyond the river valley.

Another Booneville milestone came in 1901, when Logan County’s citizens voted to create a second county seat for the southern half of the county, a recognition of how far residents had to travel over rugged hills to reach the original seat in Paris. Booneville won that election, and the first courthouse was constructed that year, establishing the town’s civic centrality for future generations. The original courthouse was built in 1901 and served until 1928. That original 1901 courthouse was razed in 1928 to make way for a new building.

Today’s courthouse was constructed in 1928–29, with the cornerstone laid June 8, 1929, and courts held later that summer.

Today, Booneville remains a community that honors its layered past, from trading post to railroad hub to county seat, while embracing a blend of small business, outdoor recreation, and quiet valley life.

 

 

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“Every story is worth the read”

 

I’m honored to have received this review from the highly talented and prolific  D. Wallace Peach:

 

This is a delightful collection of 13 short stories set in the rural Ouachita Mountains and the Arkansas River Valley. First of all, I love stories set in places I’ve never been that are rich in regional culture, storytellin’ traditions, superstitions, and interesting characters, and these tales are full of that!

Prior to each story, Cotner shares his inspiration, usually an account from his youth, something that he experienced or a tale told by someone from his family or community. Many are funny, some are spooky, and all are entertaining. Normally, I don’t care about the inspiration for stories, but in this case, they’re tales in and of themselves, and I enjoyed them as much as the creativity they led to. So, don’t skip them!

There’s a lot of variety here, and many stories have an element of the supernatural in them—maybe. Superstitious characters may believe something supernatural is in the works when it’s not. That’s part of the allure that drew me in as a reader. Some tales are funny, some are creepy, and a few are moving. Every story is worth the read, but for the sake of this review, a few of my favorites were:

  • Knuckle Down (the inspiration)/The Marble King – A story about kids playing marbles and a cursed shooter, a type of marble.
  • Veterans (the inspiration)/ The Last Flight – A story about an airman returning home.
  • Moonshine Madness (the inspiration)/ The Curious Tale of Gnarly and Enid – a sad one about destructive superstition.
  • See a Penny (the inspiration)/ Pretty Penny – a poignant tale about wealth versus love.

Highly recommended to short story readers, especially those who enjoy rural storytellin’.

–D. Wallace Peach, author, blogger, reviewer

 

D. Wallace Peach is an award-winning author with more than twenty books published. You can learn more about her work by visiting her website and  blog Myths of the Mirror. That site also includes a list of her books and links to her work available on Amazon.

Storytellin’: True And Fictional Short Stories Of Arkansas

“In the Ouachita Mountains and Arkansas River Valley regions, stories about fishing, hunting, moonshine, spirituality, and the supernatural abound.

Inspired by generations of Cotner storytellers (all colorful characters in their own right) the author has crafted a unique collection of short stories set in Arkansas in the early 1900s and spanning half a century. Each story is preceded by recollections of family events that inspired the fictional tales.

Set against the rugged backdrop of the Ouachita Mountains, Storytellin’ brings you ageless tales of hope, fear, laughter, kindness, and retribution.”

Available at Amazon.com in both Kindle or trade paperback. Grab a copy today!

Me and Fayetteville’s Mayor Lioneld Jordan. The Mayor holding a signed edition.

 

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Earthquake Felt Here

“Shake, Rattle, and Roll” as the song goes. Did a bit of that last night as Magnitude 5.1 earthquake struck near Oklahoma City, Oklahoma and was felt here in Fayetteville, Arkansas. I used to experience earthquakes when I lived in California but this is the first I can recall here in Fayetteville. Anyway, no injuries and no significant damage has yet been reported.

A magnitude 5.1 earthquake with an epicenter in Prague, Oklahoma just east of Oklahoma City was felt in Fayetteville and much of the rest of the region on Friday night, according to the US Geological Survey.

The earthquake happened at 11:24 p.m., and was followed by smaller earthquakes of magnitudes of 2.6 and 3.5 in the area.

The larger quake was felt in parts of southern Kansas and Missouri, north Texas, and much of western Arkansas. –Reference: https://fayettevilleflyer.com/2024/02/03/magnitude-5-1-earthquake-near-oklahoma-city-felt-in-fayetteville/

Winter Snow Falling: A Haiku

 

Ice Storm 2009 by J. R. Cotner

Winter’s snow descends,

Blanketing the world in white,

Silent beauty glows

 

 

 

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Chickens And Dinosaurs

 

Way back in ancient times, sometime after the age of dinosaurs and before the invention of the computer and internet, and about the time I received an A+ grade for creative writing in 5th grade, I mean long, long-ago 65+ years ago, I raised chickens—laying hens, to be precise—and sold their eggs. Back then, I don’t remember ever thinking of chickens as being related to dinosaurs, much less the T-Rex. Although my brother did have a rather large and bad-tempered rooster with sharp, three-inch spurs that enjoyed making life miserable for any human who ventured out to the chicken yard and nests to gather eggs. He—the rooster, not my brother—I would have no trouble believing was related to the ancient dinosaur carnivores. No doubt this old rooster could recognize faces. He never attacked my father but came after me and my siblings at every opportunity and then boasted about it with exuberant strutting and crowing.

Enjoy these chicken facts.

 

Attribution:  texasexoticanimalsinc.org

 

 

Memorial Day Event 2023

2023 Memorial Day Commemoration Ceremony

If you are out and about in Fayetteville, Arkansas Memorial Day, consider attending this celebration at the Fayetteville National Cemetery:

Fayetteville National Cemetery will be conducting its annual Memorial Day Ceremony and invite the NWA community to attend.

Building from last year’s theme, “The Year of our Youth”, this year’s theme is “Recognizing Military Diversity” and highlights the many walks of life of our Veterans and their families. We will have a wreath-laying ceremony, special guest speakers, the Singing Men of Arkansas, the Ozark Highlander Pipe Band, and other guests as we honor those who served and the families who supported our Veterans.

The ceremony will be held on Monday, May 29th beginning at 10:00 am.

Please note that the road going south from MLK along Lt. Col Leroy Pond Ave up to National St / Dunn Ave will be blocked off to traffic.

For more information, please contact the cemetery at (479) 442-2566.

 

 

“If the Creek Don’t Rise: Tales from the South”

“A Creole beauty. Eccentric sisters and a black rose. One granny woman and a red button. Church suppers and bingo nights. A poet out of his element. Dreams of Mexico. The shadowy world of thoroughbred horse racing. If the Creek Don’t Rise is a collection of hard-used characters, tangled relationships, family angst, and fortitude. Step into the Deep South and experience the lives and hardships, hopes and dreams, of folk who have nothing except grit—and sometimes love—as their currency. Eighteen tales and six postcard vignettes, highlighted with artwork by Susan Raymond, make this collection a skillful and moving exploration of the commonplace, the hidden, and the unforgettable.

Review: “If the Creek Don’t Rise” is an appealing collection of Southern-based stories that captures the essence of the region. The author’s deep Southern roots lend an authentic voice to the tales woven within this book. Readers are transported into a raw, unfair world filled with relatable characters. The stories evoke vivid sensory experiences, allowing readers to feel, smell, and hear the surroundings while immersing themselves in the characters’ emotions. The honest and genuine dialogue transports readers back to a bygone era, reminiscent of conversations heard in front of a country store on a Saturday morning. The figurative language and storytelling of the South are a perfect fit, and Nancy Hartney skillfully addresses themes of race and gender. This collection is an interesting tapestry of Southern life, painted with diverse tales reflecting the soul of its people. It is an easy and enjoyable read, providing both entertainment and insights into life’s experiences. The characters come to life through the author’s keen understanding, making readers feel as if they truly know them and are present in every scene.

About the author:

author Nancy Hartney

Nancy Hartney author

According to her bio, Nancy Hartney writes short stories and, although she has lived in Texas and California, she is a daughter of the South loving its sweaty beauty and feeling grief about its dark underbelly.

She has contributed to Big Muddy: A Journal of the Mississippi River Valley, The Ocotillo Review, Arkansas Life, The Chronicle of the Horse, Sidelines, and the Horsemen’s Roundup. Her book reviews have appeared in the Ft. Worth Star Telegram, motorcycle touring articles in American Iron, general interest pieces in Do South, Fayetteville Free Weekly, and Ozark Mountaineer. Her fiction has appeared in mid-west regional anthologies while Cactus Country, Frontier Tales, and Rough Country have featured her western tales. She writes for the Washington County Historical Journal Flashback (AR).

 

The Indie Bookstore

I spent some enjoyable time this weekend at my favorite local independent bookstore in downtown Fayetteville, Arkansas. Pearl’s Books.

Attribution: Pearl’s Books

To read more about Pearl’s Books and the Independent Bookstore Day, I recommend you visit author Susan Holmes’ wonderful blog, Waterside Kennels Mystery Series. She has an interesting and informative post worth reading!

Welcome March!

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March is a month of transition, a time when winter starts to give way to spring in the Northern Hemisphere. March is typically drier than February where I live, which is good news for anyone who may have grown tired of winter’s rain and cold. It isn’t all clear sailing, however; March isn’t without its share of stormy weather. Not even close. Blustery winds can whip through the state, sometimes bringing thunder and lightning and the ever-present danger of destructive tornadoes along with them. And while the daffodil may mark the impending arrival of spring, the early blooming flowers can fall victim to late season wintry weather. In fact, in my 76 years, Mother Nature has never failed to drop either frost, hail, ice, or snow (and sometimes all four) on those early blooming beauties.

 

Despite that, or perhaps because of that, the daffodil remains a symbol of hope and renewal in March. The bright yellow flowers’ emergence from the ground is a welcome sight and a sure sign warmer weather is on the way, fingers crossed.

 

In the Northern Hemisphere where I live, March marks the return of the spring equinox. The month derives its name from the ancient Roman calendar and is named after the Roman god of war and Martius, the first month of the original Roman calendar. Then, it was a month of celebration and new beginnings. Today, March is still a time of new beginnings, as clocks are turned forward for daylight saving time. Many enjoy longer days and more time outdoors, although personally I’d prefer it if the practice of daylight savings time was cast aside.

 

Just as the arrival of the daffodils and the start of spring bring hope and renewal, March reminds us that change is inevitable and there’s always something to look forward to, no matter what the weather.