Bois d'Arc - west of McKinney at US 380 and Bois d'Arc Road
ON THE WING
(McKinney) Weekly Democrat Gazette, March 14, 1912
Personal Mention of People You Know. By D. W. Leigh
Last Monday morning with a glad heart and buoyant with hope, ye scribe made a run for Bois d'Arc, three miles west of the city. Pulling the bell cord a little after ten o'clock we arrived before noon, stopping long enough with Tog Chandler to get our bearings, and to learn that their free school for lack of funds closed February 23.
Mrs. Amanda Fowler sheltered us during a heavy downpour of rain. She has a splendid farm, well improved beautiful country residence, and with Poland China hogs, Jersey cattle, wheat, oats and corn as a source of revenue, the cry of hard times is not a scarecrow to her.
Bruce Fowler has a contract for grading and graveling four miles of road near Denison. It appears to us that Collin county might help the cause of good roads by awarding a few contracts similar to the above.
C. C. Maynard, hog and chicken man of this county, is always busy. He has ten sows that will farrow between this date and June. Mrs. Maynard is busy too, it seems, as when the writer called she had just taken from the nest thirteen chicks; in one room of the residence a manufactured Biddy was sitting contentedly on one hundred and sixty eggs, think of that! With hogs for meat, chickens for eggs, wheat and corn for bread, cows to furnish milk and butter, no wonder they live at home and build up a big finance at our banks.
We spent the night with our good friend, Rhea Scott, who owns the comfortable house and splendid farm on which he lives. A good wife, three interesting little girls bless his home.
Our next call was on H. C. (Jumbo) Miller whose farm is near Culleoka but he prefers to live here where he can cultivate more land than his farm contains.
After making a thorough canvass of the community and meeting many good people whom we had never seen before, we came into town to unload, for our pockets were heavy, having many scalps dangling from our belt and where, after the usual ceremonies, they were hung up in our wigwam to dry.
(McKinney) Weekly Democrat Gazette, March 14, 1912
Personal Mention of People You Know. By D. W. Leigh
Last Monday morning with a glad heart and buoyant with hope, ye scribe made a run for Bois d'Arc, three miles west of the city. Pulling the bell cord a little after ten o'clock we arrived before noon, stopping long enough with Tog Chandler to get our bearings, and to learn that their free school for lack of funds closed February 23.
Mrs. Amanda Fowler sheltered us during a heavy downpour of rain. She has a splendid farm, well improved beautiful country residence, and with Poland China hogs, Jersey cattle, wheat, oats and corn as a source of revenue, the cry of hard times is not a scarecrow to her.
Bruce Fowler has a contract for grading and graveling four miles of road near Denison. It appears to us that Collin county might help the cause of good roads by awarding a few contracts similar to the above.
C. C. Maynard, hog and chicken man of this county, is always busy. He has ten sows that will farrow between this date and June. Mrs. Maynard is busy too, it seems, as when the writer called she had just taken from the nest thirteen chicks; in one room of the residence a manufactured Biddy was sitting contentedly on one hundred and sixty eggs, think of that! With hogs for meat, chickens for eggs, wheat and corn for bread, cows to furnish milk and butter, no wonder they live at home and build up a big finance at our banks.
We spent the night with our good friend, Rhea Scott, who owns the comfortable house and splendid farm on which he lives. A good wife, three interesting little girls bless his home.
Our next call was on H. C. (Jumbo) Miller whose farm is near Culleoka but he prefers to live here where he can cultivate more land than his farm contains.
After making a thorough canvass of the community and meeting many good people whom we had never seen before, we came into town to unload, for our pockets were heavy, having many scalps dangling from our belt and where, after the usual ceremonies, they were hung up in our wigwam to dry.
