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"Eden Cemetery”

Kenneth L. Untiedt, editor University of North Texas Press PDF

EDEN CEMETERY by Margaret A. Cox

I grew up with a healthy respect for graveyards. My grandmother sold tombstones during the 1940s, and I have memories of visiting graveyards with her as a young child. She often took rubbings of monument designs to get ideas for her customers. When I first learned to read, I pronounced the word: “gravy-yard.” This was corrected very shortly. I remember my grandmother walking past graves, sighing and saying, “I love to walk among the bones of my ancestors.”

One grave in the Eden, Texas, cemetery has no headstone. The entire length and width of the grave is covered in a block of cement, about three feet high. I asked my grandmother about this grave, which looked like none of the others in the entire cemetery.

She said she thought the old judge had covered his wife so she couldn’t come out and haunt him later on. He said she had been a mean old thing in life, and he didn’t want to take any chances.

The cemetery in Eden was located near my grandmother’s home. We children could sit on the front porch and watch the funeral processions pass by. Some cousins warned us not to count the cars following the hearse, or we would be the next person to die. I always tried to avert my eyes when funerals were in progress after that.

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“Legends of the Trail”

Kenneth L. Untiedt, editor University of North Texas Press PDF

LEGENDS OF THE TRAIL by Francis E. Abernethy

[A legend is a traditional prose narrative that has a historical setting and real people as characters. It deals with extraordinary happenings, even supernatural events, in a realistic way. Legends are folk history which document heroic or dramatic events of a culture’s life.—Abernethy]

The following happened in August of 1886 on the Camino

Real de los Tejas, where the Trail crosses Onion Creek southwest of Austin.

1886 was the drouthiest year in over a generation, and the wells had dried up, and the black land on Tobe Pickett’s farm had cracks in it wide enough to swallow a jackrabbit. María, who with her husband Pablo were Tobe’s hired help, walked alongside a great wide crack on her way to cut prickly pear for the hogs. As she looked into the depths of the crack, thinking to see a trapped jackrabbit, her eyes caught the gleam of old metal. A closer look revealed a crack’s-width view of a large chest with an iron chain around it.

María had found the chest of gold the Spaniards had buried on the Camino Real when they were attacked by bandits a hundred years earlier—before Spaniards became Mexicans. María marked the spot and told her husband, and they waited and planned how they would get the chest out when nobody could see them.

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HOW I CAME TO BE A PUBLISHER OF TEXAS FOLKLORE SOCIETY PUBLICATIONS

Kenneth L. Untiedt, editor University of North Texas Press PDF

HOW I CAME TO BE A PUBLISHER OF

TEXAS FOLKLORE SOCIETY

PUBLICATIONS by Frances Brannen Vick

E-Heart Press, named after our father’s old family cattle brand, was founded by my brother, J. P. Brannen, and myself when our father died and we ended up with a little cash from the sale of his cattle.

We had also rediscovered his memoirs from World War I, written many years before, and decided they should be published. That was the original thought about starting E-Heart Press. It seemed the logical and right thing to do—publish our father’s memoirs with the proceeds from the sale of those cattle he loved and petted, and even named on occasion. It had been very painful for me to sell Sophia Loren, whom he had raised by hand since her mother had died at her birth. Sophia was more like a pet dog than a cow.

She knew who her parent was and followed him lovingly whenever he was around. But back to E-Heart.

I was teaching English at Baylor University at the time and got involved with students working for the Baylor student newspaper. They came to me with a scheme to buy some old typesetting equipment, which I foolishly thought we could use to typeset the World War I memoirs. I am foggy about where that typesetting equipment came from—Baylor or an ad the kids saw somewhere and knew where a sucker was that would help finance their grand schemes. The plans for publishing the memoirs got put on hold when Bill Wittliff quit publishing the Publications of the Texas Folklore Society and Ab Abernethy could not find another publisher to take his place. Thus, in my ignorance of publishing (and almost everything else I sometimes think), Roger

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DOBIE’S DISCIPLES AND THE CHOCTAW FIVE

Kenneth L. Untiedt, editor University of North Texas Press PDF

DOBIE’S DISCIPLES AND THE

CHOCTAW FIVE by Tim Tingle

Buck Wade died on Christmas Eve 2008, yesterday. So instead of enjoying a peaceful evening at home on Christmas night, I packed a suitcase and loaded my dog Duke and my best friend Doc onto a mini-van, drove a few hundred miles, and am now staying at a small motel in Hillsboro with a six o’clock wake-up call, on my way to my friend’s funeral in a small country graveyard a few miles south of McAlester, Oklahoma. Buck was the last of the Choctaw

Five, my own designation for four men and one strong woman who altered my life in ways I am only now beginning to understand. I had been wrestling with how to narrow the focus of an article on the importance of the Texas Folklore Society in my life, and this seems about as good a place to start as any.

Buck was a quiet man with a wry sense of humor, a Choctaw in his mid-seventies who never seemed to mind that his quips went unnoticed by many. He was tall by Choctaw standards, over six feet, with a growing paunch and thick eyeglasses. I met Buck seven years ago at the Choctaw Storytelling Festival in Eufala, Oklahoma, an event whose primary purpose is the recording of elders’ memories.

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BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE: REFLECTIONS ON THE TFS AND A WRITING LIFE

Kenneth L. Untiedt, editor University of North Texas Press PDF

BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE:

REFLECTIONS ON THE TFS AND A

WRITING LIFE by Joyce Gibson Roach

[This work is dedicated to my mother, Ann Gibson, whom I dub the Patron Saint of Only Children, and who, since the Laredo meeting in 1972, has kept an eagle eye on me; her grandchildren,

Darrell and Delight; and now her great-grandchildren, Trey and

Hollyann.—Roach]

Prologue—wherein the author explains herself

It will come as no surprise that I’m not a well-known author and there isn’t time left to become one. One among us is considered, arguably, the greatest and best known Western novelist of all times—Elmer Kelton. Every person in the Texas Folklore Society who calls himself or herself a writer stands in Elmer’s beneficent shadow. It was a distinct honor to write the Afterword for the

TCU Press reprint of Honor at Daybreak (2002), and to be asked to write it because of long membership in the TFS and acquaintance with Elmer, and probably because Jim Lee, serving as acquisitions editor for TCU Press, instigated the invitation.

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