Volunteer Needed for Lampley Reunion


I received this from our Cousin Camille Allen, coordinator for all the Lampley Reunions. Please help if you can.


Lampley Reunion 2017:

Dear Lampley Cousins and Friends,

I had every good intention of continuing to coordinate this year’s reunion on June 24, especially it being the 25th Annual Reunion, ongoing since the days of Bob and Christine Lampley. However, due to the recent deaths of both my husband, John (October 10, 2016), and my brother, Charley Wyman, (May 22, 2017), I have decided that I must beg forgiveness and bow out of doing this year’s event. Dealing with not only the sorrow of losing close loved ones, the legal and business issues that come with being Executrix for both, has cut short any spare time I have.
However, if any of you are willing to take it over for this year and/or the future, I will willingly bring you all the gear that I use annually to decorate (it’s a lot more than all those red-checked tablecloths ;-)), all of my records and email and snail mail addresses, and other incidentals that come with the job.
Please let me know as soon as possible if you are interested in coordinating this June 24. The Porter Center is still reserved, as I book it months in advance, and the date must be cancelled very soon IF none of you are interested.
I do hope one of you, or several together, feel that you would like to continue the tradition. I have loved doing the Reunion, and have gotten great joy and friendship over the years of knowing all of you, and discovering more of my family history by being with you annually.
Please email me, or phone me: 615-417-3204 if you want to discuss.

Most sincerely,
Camille Allen
(Direct descendent, Radford Tucker Lampley Line)

25th Annual Lampley Family Reunion

Saturday, June 24, 2017
(The Saturday after Fathers’ Day)
Porter Community Center*
*11:00 a.m. until 4:00 p.m.
Covered Dish Dinner at Noon

Don’t forget your dish or other goodies, and your drinks of choice (non-alcoholic)!
We’ll supply plates, cups, utensils, napkins and ice.
Short Meeting
Visit to Sack Lampley Cemetery

Remember to bring family photos, genealogies and documents to share with the cousins.
*PORTER COMMUNITY CENTER, 1602 Abiff Rd., near Dickson

(DIRECTIONS: from Hwy. 100, Fairview, go south to Hwy 46 and turn right. Go 3.2 miles and turn right on Abiff Rd (at blinking light). Go 2.3 miles and Porter Community Center is on the right, next to Brown’s Chapel Church of Christ. From I-40, take Exit 172, towards “TN-46/Centerville/Dickson.” Go .03 miles. Turn left on Hwy 46 and go 3.3 miles. Turn left on Abiff Rd. (blinking light) and travel 2.3 miles. Center is on the right.)

For more information or questions: call Camille Allen at 615.417.3204, or email at camiallen@aol.com

Dear Family & Friends,
Regretfully, I have decided that the 25th Reunion will be my last one, and in hopes that someone else will step up to take over this wonderful annual event. I have 13 years under my belt of organizing the reunion and it is truly time for me to step down and let some else revive and renew, and put some new blood into this wonderful family event. On June 24, I will have all ready to transfer: the red checked tablecloths, centerpieces, supplies, banner and all email and snail mail addresses to a new coordinator. So, I hope you will communicate with each other before June 24 about who will take over. (Note: no snail mails will go out this year, so also communicate with those you know who do not have Internet access about this year’s information.)
Let me say to all of you that I treasure these years getting to know my Lampley cousins, and with many of you, created bonds that will last me a lifetime. My grandmother, Farrie Lampley Cox (granddaughter of Radford Tucker and Sarah Oliphant Lampley) would be proud, and it is in her memory that I volunteered years ago. So, at the time of the 2018 reunion, I will simply show up, sign in, stick on my nametag, put my casserole on the table…and then sit down with you all…and finally get to chat and catch up!
Most sincerely,
P.S. Thanks to all who have worked hard to help me out in so many ways for all these years.
*For those of you who don’t know, my best helper, husband John Allen, passed away unexpectedly on October 10, 2016. He toted boxes, moved chairs and tables and garbage, and considered himself an Honorary Lampley.

Meaningful, moving ways to support veterans this Memorial Day

(BPT) – “All gave some. Some gave all.” You likely hear that phrase around Memorial Day every year, but do you know its origin? Or what Memorial Day is supposed to mean to the veterans who gave some, the survivors of those who gave all, and the Americans who enjoy continued freedom because of those sacrifices?

Americans, it seems, do understand the importance of Memorial Day. A 2015 poll by Rasmussen Reports found 52 percent of those polled viewed Memorial Day as one of the nation’s most important holidays, while 42 percent saw it as at least somewhat important.

When Americans first began observing the day in the late 1860s, they were pausing to remember the more than half a million Americans who had died in the then-recently ended Civil War. Today, Memorial Day observances not only remember the sacrifice of the deceased who gave all, but also the thousands of living veterans, many of whom are wounded in body, mind or both.

“Amid the celebrations marking the unofficial start of the summer season, it can be difficult to find meaningful ways to observe Memorial Day,” says Jeff Roy, chairman of the board of the Purple Heart Foundation, a non-profit organization that provides counseling, support and advocacy for Purple Heart recipients, and raises funds for programs that support veterans and their families. “But Americans truly do want to express their gratitude to veterans for their many sacrifices. Fortunately, there are many ways they can help make a difference for veterans.”

Here are some meaningful ways you can show your support for veterans this Memorial Day:

* Help provide a service dog to a veteran with physical disabilities or PTSD. The National Education for Assistance Dog Services (NEADS) provides service dogs for free to qualifying veterans. You can help by making an online donation, sponsor a “doggie dorm” for service dogs in training, raise a puppy who will become a service dog, or become a volunteer. Visit the organization’s website at www.neads.org to learn more.

* Donate to the Purple Heart Foundation’s scholarship program, which provides financial support to Purple Heart recipients and their families for college-related expenses like tuition, books, and room and board.

* Instead of spending the day indulging in your own cookout, contact the local veterans’ home or veterans’ hospital and volunteer there for the day. Or, you can simply take an hour or two to visit with the residents there and thank them for their service.

* Visit the local cemetery and place flags or flowers on the graves of veterans. Contact the cemetery first for their visiting guidelines and to learn where the veterans section is located – many cemeteries have special sections set aside for veterans.

* Help ensure veterans make the most of the services available to them. Donate to the Purple Heart Foundation’s National Service Officers Program, which helps pay to place service officers in Veterans Administration facilities across the country. These officers are specially trained to help veterans access the many benefits, programs and services available to them.

* If your community sponsors a Memorial Day parade, attending is a great way to show your appreciation and support for veterans – but you can do even more. Prior to the event, contact the parade organizers and find out what veterans groups will be marching in the parade. Offer to donate water, snacks or anything else the veterans may need to make their walk easier and more enjoyable.

* Pick up the phone and call the veterans in your life – almost everyone knows at least one person who has served in the military. Perhaps your grandfather served in World War II, the Korean War or Vietnam. You may know someone who has recently returned from serving in the Global War on Terror. Take some time to let those people know you’re thinking of them, and appreciate their service.

* Observe the National Moment of Remembrance at 3 p.m. on Memorial Day, Monday, May 30. Established by Congress, the one-minute observance is an chance for all Americans to pause in the middle of their summer celebrations to remember the sacrifices of the nation’s veterans.

From simple and small to noble and industrious, it’s possible to find many meaningful ways to honor all who gave some and the some who gave all. And as for that now-famous phrase – it was first uttered by Howard William Osterkamp of Dent, Ohio, a Korean War veteran and recipient of the Purple Heart.

Genealogists You Should Have in Your Circle

Google+ is a great asset if you’re interested in technology with a steady stream of posts day or night, but what if you’re interested in genealogy? Not so much.
What is Google + (or Google Plus)? – Well, its everything! Its like a blog, its like Twitter, it’s like Facebook, its like Google Buzz, its like a photo gallery, its like Instant Messaging, its like video messaging; Its all of those things rolled into one fantastic gathering place. It’s a tool to use to connect to your “circle of friends” and share posts to those in specific “circles” about specific topics. You add your friends into circles and then choose what to share with that circle. Sound intriguing? If you need an invite, just let me know and I’ll send you one.
Without much work at all, I’ve added some great people to my circles. I’ve named my circles: Business Contacts, Family, Following (bloggers who I follow), Humor (people who always make me laugh), Mensans, Friends and Genealogists. You can name your circles anything that you find most helpful.
Every morning, when I startup my browser & Let me rephrase that because In truth I never turn off my browser. So, every morning with I click on my open-all-at-once button that I’ve labeled “DAILY” in my browser bar, the first site to pop up is my Google+ Stream. That way, while I’m waiting for the coffee to brew, I can see what people are up to, read some news, and maybe get a laugh or two.
But yesterday morning, my stream was a little too long to read through it quickly, so I clicked on my circles one at a time until I clicked on my genealogy circle and hit a wall. There was just one post. It was by Marian Pierre-Louis, who writes two of my favorite blogs: Marian’s Roots and The New England House Historian.
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As a child, I loved to hear the stories told by the adults of times gone by. It didn’t occur to me then just how valuable these stories were to genealogists. This blog is a place for saving our family tales, long or short, however far fetched or valid they may be. Please feel free to post your stories, tales, limericks, songs, and any old yarns involving our ancestors.

Grandma’s Secret Recipes

Corned Beef and Cabbage

My mother used to make this and every St. Patty’s Day when we came home from school we were met by this wonderful aroma filling the house. No one in my family, both loving Greek Food, will eat this. But I can still smell that one-of-a-kind smell as I type this oldfashioned, very simple recipe it takes me back to one of my favorite holidays!
Corned Beef and Cabbage
1 4-pound corned beef brisket
1 head of cabbage
Wash brisket; place in a kettle and cover with cold water. Bring water to a boil; cover and simmer 30 minutes. Drain. Cover with fresh boiling water and simmer until meat is tender. Chop cabbage into wedges. About 20 minutes before meat is done, add cabbage. Cool uncovered for 10 to 15 minutes. Do not overcook the cabbage. Enjoy!!
Share your Grandma’s Secret Recipes!

Life on Mill Creek, part 4

This is an Part 3 of an excerpt from “Bryant, Sullivan, Gossett, Family History” written by Robert Bryant. He has made the full document available online on the Heycuz Archives.


(Deany was born in 1940. He is unmarried and lives in Hendersonville, TN)

Black walnut stains on my hand
Fishing, catching crawdads, seining with Robert and Daddy for minnows for fishing
Blackberry picking for $1.00 per gallon
Walking to Little Rock School with Betty, Sue and Robert
The “blue hole” and the “long Hole”
The black creek
The swinging bridge
Watching TV with Hilda Temple
Staying with Mama and Papa Sullivan, playing in the leaves and eating grapes
Working for Papa Sullivan
Storm cellar, wood cutting and gardening
Pitching ball with Robert
Hog killing and making cracklings
Holding a chicken for Mama while she cut it’s head off
Our first TV
Sleds, bicycles, popguns, slingshots and bb guns
Hitting rocks off the hill toward Temple Barn
Exploring the woods and the creek
Little Rock Church
Basketball goal in the yard
Playing with Billy Marakis and Michael Sulivan
Norman Gordon and Herbert Hooper
Smoking grapevines and rabbit tobacco in a corncob pipe
Skipping rocks on the creek
Ice Boxes and smoke house
First running water in the house, putting dishwater on the grass
Green Persimmons
Creek getting up over the bridge
Old Bess and the dogs “peaky” and “John”
Walking down the road at night alone
Betty, Sue and Robert coming home after they had moved away
Mama walking to the highway to catch her ride and burning paper for heat
Popcorn, roasted popcorn, boiled corn on the cob and hominy
Sound of rain on the tin roof
Snow, warm morning stove, lots of bed cover
Catalogs, newspapers, checkers and puzzles
Push mowing and using the “lively lad”
Mama wanting to move to Wrigley
“Voice of Firestone” on the radio
Cutting wood with the two-man crosscut saw
Having relatives come to visit
Many, many more
I loved that place and still do. Many of my values, attitudes and goals were set there. I’m almost sobbing just reflecting back on the time that I spent on Mill Creek.


(Betty was born in 1931 and with Husband Jack Jones lives in Jonesboro, AR)

Do you remember life before electricity? When the spring at the foot of the hill was the only refrigerator we had and the milk and butter was put there to keep it cool? Do you remember sitting on the front porch on a warm summer evening listening to KatyDids, catching lightning bugs and playing hide and seek in the dusky darkness? Do you remember the battery radio that had to be used so sparingly to keep from running the battery down? We listened to the Grand Ole Opry, and Sue and I would sneak and listen to Ma Perkins and Stella Dallas when we could.

The first house that I can remember is the old two-story house that had been on that hill for many years before I was born. Mama and Papa Sullivan and their family had lived there before we did. It had originally contained a store and post office and the place was called “Bluff Springs”. I can remember sitting with Daddy on the stairs and learning my ABC’s from him. Do you remember the smells of the Black Creek, the smoke house, wet coats around a pot bellied stove in a small school room, mustard plasters, Vick Salve, first rain shower and country ham frying?

How’s your memory of Little Rock Church? It is the second oldest in the county. The oldest is Shady Grove. Most of the members were kinfolks in one way or another, the Gossetts, Sullivans, Thorntons, Bryants, Temples, Rices, McFarlins and others. Do you remember Jim Harrington’s mule that he rode to church? Uncle Jim leading singing? How about big meetings, dinner on the ground, feeding the preacher and the kids waiting until the grown-ups were finished baptizing in the creek. On such occasions we almost always sang “Oh Happy Day”. Do you remember the two large framed scriptures that hung on each side of the building and the two white wicker flower stands that stood on each side of the pulpit? Do you remember Governor Walls, Sam Butts, Thee Bass, Andy Webster, Virgie Webster, Chip Gossett and his T-Model? And do you remember Uncle Charlie Temple shooting a copperhead snake in our woodpile? How about the whistle from the Wrigley Plant, ration books, lye soap? Life on the creek wasn’t very exciting but it was a pretty good life, and I wouldn’t trade it for any other that I know of.


(Sue was born in 1932. She and husband Billy Eubanks reside in Mt Juliet, TN)

All the school children marching in a row to the Little Rock Church when there was a funeral during school hours. We would get to march around and see the corpse and out the door and back to school.
Helping Mama kill and dress a chicken for lunch before we went to church on Sunday morning.
During school recess swinging upside down by our legs on an old tree that had fallen. I didn’t do too much of this as I was ashamed because the others had store bought panties and mine were made of flour sacks.
Meeting the “Dinky” which ran from the Wrigley Plant to the “Johnson Mines” and taking Daddy his lunch. We met him at the foot of the hill going up to the Little Rock cemetery. He would blow the horn on the “Dinky” for us.
Being made to get out of bed and go to the storm cellar in the middle of the night.
Meeting the “peddler” who came around once a week, and trading him a chicken for the items we needed.
Watching all the children come down from Wrigley to go swimming in the creek and Mama not letting us go with them most of the time.
The times that Mama would get up and cook breakfast for us before going to work. When we didn’t have any “Rex” jelly, she would make syrup by boiling sugar and water together. It was surprisingly good.
Going to Grandpa Bryants to spend Saturday nights and riding to church on Sunday morning on the wagon. How did we ever get to church on time?
Going down to Little Rock school building to see my first movie.
Daddy’s getting those switches off the peach tree and striping our legs when we did something he had told us not to do.
In the late summer and early fall hunting for grapes, muscadine and hazelnuts in the woods.
When we returned from a “big meeting” night service, having to go to the spring and get a fresh bucket of cool water so Daddy could have a drink. Of course, I wasn’t interested in a drink of water, especially if I had to go down the hill and get it.
Seeing the summer storms and watching the rain in white sheets come up the valley from the Little Rock area.
Spending many evenings playing cards, “gin rummy” with Hilda Temple when she was sick in bed for so long.
The creek getting up when it rained and “walking the footlog” to get home. Also walking up through the Jimmy Field by the Rice house to catch the school bus.
Chopping cabbage to make kraut on a table under the tree in the back yard and making hominy in a big black wash kettle (which I still have).
Having to do our weekly wash down by the creek, to keep from carrying water up the hill when there was no rainwater.
Carrying jelly and biscuit and egg and biscuit in my lunch to school and wishing I had a bologna sandwich and peanut butter and crackers like some of the other kids.
Meeting the mailman to get the box of baby chicks Mama and Daddy had ordered. Sometimes there would be one or two dead in the box. Maybe we had ordered “dom-a-neckers” and would have a “banty rooster” mixed in with them.
Slipping around through the fields and up the red dirt gulley to catch a group of those “mean boys from Wrigley” in Daddy’s watermelon patch. He sure was proud of me for running them out.
Replanting corn and chopping weeds in the summer. Also Daddy paying us a penny a dozen for the potato bugs we picked off the plants.
Going down to Papa Sullivan’s and seeing Joe Sullivan sitting in the front yard holding a possum by the tail and negotiating with some negroes over the price of it.
Mama would draw a basket of flowers on the pillowcases and I would embroidery them. Sure wish I had kept just one pillow case or dresser scarf.
Having been invited to a big birthday party in Wrigley and not having a present. Mama wrapped 50c up in a box for us to take. Betty and I left before the presents were opened.
Mrs Stella Temple making my dress for graduation from high school, but I still wore some hand-me-down shoes (from Lois I think.) Maybe that explains my buying so many shoes now.
Betty Jean and I getting our first perm by riding to Dickson with Mama’s ride when she was working at a factory, and spending the day. Mama came to see about us on her lunch hour.
Having that old “mustard ointment” rubbed all over my chest when I had a cold, and having to hold my nose to take a dose of castor oil.
Trying to get someone to go to the toilet with us after dark on a cold winter night.
Always wanting a nurse’s kit and bicycle when I was growing up and never getting one. Going to Aunt Mable’s once or twice and getting to ride Catherine and Christine’s bike up and down Greenland Ave in Nashville. I thought they were rich.
Riding the fender or running board of the car up and down the road, and having a briar or limb catch on my clothes.
Going over to Miss Stella’s to borrow a tray of ice so we could have tea before we had electricity or an icebox.
Daddy picking turnip greens before church on Sunday and us washing and cooking them so we could have them for lunch.
Going with Mama to Cochran’s Store in Lyles to buy groceries when she got paid.
I’m thankful for growing up in Hickman County and though we didn’t have everything we needed or wanted, I know now that we were rich.


(Mable died in 1983 and with Husband John T. Cooper is buried in Nashville)

I was born on Mill Creek on February 26, 1903 and went to school and church at Little Rock. Brother Thompson baptized me on August 6, 1917. John T. and I were married on the day before Christmas, December 24, 1924. I now live at the Jackson Park Nursing Home on Gallatin Road in Nashville.

When I was a little girl on Mill Creek, there wasn’t much to do for entertainment. Sometimes we would persuade Papa to take down the bed that was in the living room and we would make a round ring on the floor. Then I’d invite all my little friends to come and we’d dance around on the ring and sing “Old Joe Clark” and “Goodbye Lucy



(Buster died in 1997 and is buried in Memory Gardens, Centerville, TN)

Mama (Addie Gossett Sullivan) and Papa (W.S. Sullivan) spent all their lives on Mill Creek. They never went beyond Nashville, but Papa used to go to Columbia a lot to trade horses and mules. I know they lived in three different houses on Mill Creek. All were near what is now Highway 100. One was with Grandpa (Wiley Sullivan) and Grandma (Malinda Ann Thornton Sullivan). That was just before we moved to where Jake Laybhen, husband of Beatrice Sullivan, now lives. I was about nine or ten years old at the time. By then Papa was working at the plant in Wrigley and the rest of us had to take care of the farm. We had mules, cattle, corn, wheat, sugar cane and a vegetable garden. On a white oak tree next to the creek we had a swing (a chain hung from a limb) and we would swing out from the bank. There were two good swimming holes and we’d dive off the bluff. There wasn’t a lot to do. We had a piano and Mamie Temple would play it and we’d have a big singing at the house on Friday nights.

On Sundays we went to church at Little Rock. It was the biggest church in this end of the county. There’d be a big meeting in the summer with dinner on the ground. We’d go in the wagon and be gone about all day. I don’t remember much about Grandpa and Grandma Sullivan except they were old. Grandma canned a lot. Cecil Hatley and Joe Sullivan lived with them. Grandma died first. Cecil left after he got married and Joe came to live with us after Grandpa died. (Cecil was the son of Grandpa Sullivan’s sister, Narcissas who married John Hatley and died when Cecil was very young). Grandpa Alex Gossett and Grandma Casa Jane Lovell Gossett lived where Bud Sullivan now lives. Grandpa had a blacksmith shop and wheat thresher. He let other people use the thresher for shares of their wheat. It took 12 mules to operate the thresher. There was a mill at Little Lot for grinding flour and meal; a corn mill in Lyles and on Jones Creek; and a flourmill on Lick Creek. We carried the corn and wheat by wagon and the mill operator kept some of the grain for pay. Grandpa Gossett broke his hip when he fell over a dog and he died two or three weeks later. That was about 1932. Grandma Gossett (Jane) went to live with Uncle Jim Gossett. I was in my twenties when Mama and Papa moved to the house where they were living when they died. The place was bought from Frank Allen, the husband of Mama Sullivan’s sister, Lena Gossett.


(Bud died in 1998 and is buried in Memory Gardens, Centerville, TN)

I am Emery (Bud) Graves Sullivan, born on Mill Creek the son of W.S. and Addie Gossett Sullivan. My grandparents were Wiley Sullivan and Malinda Thornton Sullivan; and Alex and Jane Lovell Gossett. I attended elementary school at Little Rock and then went to Hickman County High School in Centerville, playing on the football team. After leaving high school, I went to Old Hickory, TN and worked in the rayon plant and played softball with the company team. After two years I returned to the farm on Mill Creek and worked at the Wrigley Plant until 1941 when I enlisted in the U.S. Army Air Force. I was sent to Fort Oglethorpe, Georgia and from there to Missouri for boot training and on to Savannah, Georgia where I was put in the 3rd Bomb Group. We rode a troop train for five days to Oakland, California. In California we boarded a boat for twenty-nine days to Brisbane Australia. Then we went by train to Charters Towers in Queenland Australia and stayed there for nine month. After that we went to Townsville and boarded a ship to Port Marshy New Guinea. Later we took a plane over the Owenstaley Mountains (17,000 ft high) to Lae New Guinea and there boarded a ship to Hollanda Dutch New Guinea and from there returned to the States on the Queen Mary.

I was given a twenty-one day leave to come home and then was sent to Miami for twenty-one days and on to Panama City. Later I was sent to Fort Sam Houston, Texas where I received my discharge in September, 1945. I returned to the farm on Mill Creek and married Geneva McCoy. I bought Grandpa Gossett’s (Alex Gossett) farm and we built a new home. In 1952 our son, Michael Graves Sullivan, was born. He now has a little boy named Ryan Matthew born June 29, 1979. I farmed, played baseball at Wrigley, and led the singing at Little Rock Church of Christ for a number of years; and also led the singing at several gospel meeting in the county.

My wife Geneva passed away in 1965, and I married Daisy Kirk in 1966. We are living happily on the farm on Mill Creek and attend Clearview Church of Christ where I still do a little singing. I have cattle and do some farming while Daisy teaches school.


(Ruth was born in 1918. She’s a widow and lives in Vero Beach, FL)

My first memory of growing up on Mill Creek was being put on a wagon by my Uncle Jim Gossett to go to his house while my mother gave birth to my sister Lois. I started to school at age 6 because we lived quite a walk from the one room schoolhouse and had some creeks to cross. What an experience of a one room school teaching 8 grades. We had a big potbelly stove and one corner of the room was stacked with wood. When hot air from that stove got going, the odors came out. Some children wet their pants. The teacher wore the same girdle for a week without laundering it, and I think all of us had smelly feet. I had long hair and it was a chore to get enough water to wash it since we had to carry it from the spring. When it was washed, my sister Bea would lather it up with soap and set waves in it so when it dried I had a good head full of soap flakes that looked like dandruff. Once we had some kinfolks from Nashville for dinner. Mama wanted to make a good impression so she put the butter, which was made pretty by the butter press, with a flower on top in a glass butter dish. This was put in the spring to keep cool until dinnertime. When the company arrived and it was time to eat, Mama sent me to get the butter. I took along a cousin about my age and she insisted on carrying the butter. On the way up the steep hill to the house, she fell down and broke the butter dish. I almost left home, except I was hungry. My folks used to make me accompany Bea and her dates when they went for a drive and I hated that. One fella had a sports car with a rumble seat and they put me in it. I cried and wanted to go home so the fellow got out to hush me. When he did, I grabbed the door and he closed it on one of my fingers. It’s still crooked from that experience. Once I made some chocolate candy and put on one of Mama’s good plates. Then I set it on a fence post that was covered with snow. You can guess the results…I ran and hid in the church building until dark and Daddy came looking for me. My mother had a milk route covering the Wrigley area and I was the “deliverer” and had to keep a record of who owed and how much. One lady got behind on her bill and could not pay, so she put a used bar of Palmolive soap in the bottle of milk and said I brought it to her that way. Of course we never had a bar of “bought” soap in the house. Mama made all of our soap out of lye and ashes. Our greatest joy came from attending church meetings. In the summer they could last three to four weeks. Each night the house would be full and the singing was great. People seemed to be full of love for each other and would really help their neighbor when needed. We used to pick blackberries by the five-gallon buckets, going into the briar patches, getting scratches and chiggers, and when we came home we’d put on an old dress and go to the creek. No one ever heard of a bathing suit.

I sure was glad that I was born into a large family, as there was always someone to get up nights and to the outside toilet with you, especially if you had eaten a big piece of watermelon that day.


(Lois was born in 1925. She is a widow and lives in Centerville, TN)

Going swimming in the 9ft hole in the Black Creek section of Mill Creek, which was caused by pollution from the Wrigley Plant.
Going to the hay field to ride on the wagonload of hay to the barn. My job was to hold the brakes on the wagon when going down the hill. After dinner we would unload the hay up into the loft. I had to sit in the loft and trip the big needle that carried the hay up and let it fall. I still have the needle.
Riding the horse to the field every evening to round up the cows to be milked.
I’ll never forget this. When I learned to drive a car, I had to drive Daddy different places since he was a deputy. One day we were coming down Mill Creek Hill and I said “I’ve got to stop at Mrs Littons and leave a spool of thread.” He said “if you don’t slow down, you can drop it down the chimney.”


As already mentioned there was once a store and post office that were a part of the old homeplace on Bluff Springs. In the 1870’s Moses Thornton, wife Elizabeth Duncan Thornton and their family owned and lived on the place. That is where Moses died in 1874 and Elizabeth in 1879. The Thornton Cemetery is a very short distance to the east and adjacent to the property. In the early 1880’s Samuel Walter Bartlett and wife Susan Ann Allen Bartlett occupied the place. We know this because of newspaper accounts of one of their daughters, Annie, dying and being buried at the little Bartlett Cemetery on the property. Susan was the sister of Clara Allen Gossett, who was my great grandmother on Daddy’s side of the family.

I don’t know how long the Bartlett’s lived there, but apparently W. S. Sullivan purchased it after his marriage to Addie Gossett in 1900. According to Ruth Sullivan, one of their daughters, they lived there until she was about seven years old. Since Ruth was born in 1918, that would have been about 1925. At that point they bought a new home from Frank Allen, W. S.’s Brother-in-Law, and moved into it. The new home was located on down the Creek a mile or so. Bud, Bea and Ruth were still living at home when Papa Sulivan bought the new home, while Mable, Ann Lee, Buster and Nell had probably already left. Lois was born after they moved to the new house. Mama and Daddy acquired the property at Bluff Springs and moved into it about 1931. Just recently I had some correspondence with Mildred Temple Paris who was born in 1916 the daughter of Cliff and Stella and lived just across Mill Creek from the old homeplace. According to Mildred, her father rented the house and part of the land in 1926. Mr. And Mrs Tom Smithson moved into the house in 1926 or 1927 and worked for her father on the property and on the Temple place. Later the Hethcote Family moved into the house. Mildred didn’t know when they moved out but it had to be before 1931. Mr Hethcote was her grandfather; and he along with Tom Smithson cleared the timber from part of the Jones Places west of Highway 100, which her dad Cliff had bought.

Life on Mill Creek, part 3

This is part 3 of an excerpt from “Bryant, Sullivan, Gossett Family History” written by Robert Bryant.

My earliest memory of life on Mill Creek was playing with other children under the old house I was born in on Bluff Springs. During the 1800’s there was a store and post office included with the house. When I was two or three years old, Daddy tore down the old house and built a new one. During the 1940’s electricity came and enabled us to install a pump on the side of the hill to pump water from the spring up to the house. And at this point an indoor bathroom was added to the house, which had a tin roof that made the sound of the rain come in loud and clear. There was a swing on the front porch, and in the front yard stood a large apple tree. Our woodpile consisted of timber that we cut with a two-man cross cut saw and hauled out of the woods by horse and wagon. Deany and I split the wood with an axe and stacked it on the front porch. At one time it was our only source of heat during the long, cold winters. However, it provided little warmth for our bedroom. It was necessary to pile on blankets and quilts, get under them and hope to stay warm enough to sleep. The snows seemed awfully deep then, but it may have been because we were so young. After a good snowfall we’d have a snowball fight, build a snowman, make snow cream and help Daddy track rabbits in the snow.

There was a sage field on the southeastern part of our property, which was called the “Jimmy Field”. Between the house and the field was the barn where we stored corn and kept our mare “Old Bess”. I don’t remember where we got her but she was a good work animal. Deany and I used her to plow the garden and our other crops. At times we rode her bareback without a bridle, which pretty much put us at her mercy, but she was very gentle. However, I do remember getting knocked off her one day when she ran under a low hanging tree limb.

The smokehouse, where meat was cured and smoked after hog killing, was located at the edge of the back yard next to the garden. During the summer there was an iceman who delivered ice to families living on Mill Creek. Almost every week we bought a large chunk and stored it, tightly wrapped, in a hole in the floor of the smokehouse. It was used for tea, lemonade, etc, and sometimes lasted until the next week’s delivery. At the eastern edge of the yard was the outhouse. It sure seemed cold on winter nights when a trip to that place was necessary. The hen house was just across the old Jimmy Field Road from the outhouse. We raised a lot of chickens and one of our chores was to gather eggs every day. Occasionally one of the hens would go under the house to lay eggs, and we had to crawl under it to find them. The chickens also provided food when company came for Sunday dinner and for dinner on the ground at Church. After catching a chicken we prepared it by chopping off it’s head off, putting it in boiling water and plucking out it’s feathers. Our garage was located just northwest of the house at the top of the hill by the driveway coming up from the creek.

From the spring at the bottom of the hill to the banks of Mill Creek was about 50 yards. In order to get across the creek Daddy built a “swinging footlog” over it. Two metal cables were stretched across the creek, anchored by a big tree on the far side and to a tree or some other object on the near side. The cables were two or three feet apart and boards to walk on were put between and connected on both sides. Two more cable were stretched above these and used for handrails. As suggested by its name, it did a lot of swaying while crossing it. It was especially scary to cross when a big rain had caused the creek to rise up near the bottom of it; or when the wind made it sway more than usual.

There are a couple of incidents as a youngster that still stick out in my mind. One summer day I climbed a tree, apparently went to sleep and fell out, knocking myself unconscious and leaving a scar on my forehead. Another time my Sister Sue was playing in a chert gulley behind our house, slid down the bank and cut her leg bad on a stob. And the Christmas that Deany and I got our first bicycle, boy were we on cloud nine. On trips to Wrigley to play baseball, we took turns pedaling and riding on the seat. Going up the steep Wrigley hill was tough, but it was easy coming back down on the way home. Both of us loved baseball and spent all the time we could at the ballpark. We had a spot in the yard next to the smokehouse where we took turns pitching to each other and hitting. There was also a basketball goal in the yard where we played one on one during basketball season. Deany was a very good basketball player in high school. While I liked the game and was fair at it, I never played in high school. But I think my one-on-one games with Deany may have given him some good practice. Other summer activities included working in the field for Papa Sullivan and Bud; and swimming in Mill Creek. Not many summer days went by that Deany and I didn’t get in some swimming, either at the “blue hole” or the “long hole”. Catching crawdads, playing water tag and gigging hogsuckers was always fun. And how could I forget the fishing trips with Daddy to the Tennessee River. Fishing for striped bass was the order of the day, and Deany always caught a lot more than I did. Saturday trips to Centerville with Mama and Daddy, seeing a movie and eating a pimento cheese sandwich at Libery Pharmacy, was enjoyable. Picking blackberries around the fourth of July and fighting the chiggers doesn’t seem so bad now. The berries were worth all the trouble.

When I was growing up at Bluff Springs, we walked through the fields to see Mama and Papa Sullivan several times a week. Upon our arrival, they would be sitting in the living room, Papa in his favorite chair next to the front door beside the wood burning stove and next to a desk where he kept records for the Little Rock Church, as well as his personal papers. Mama Sullivan had her chair on the other side of the stove. While there Mama sat and talked to them while we tried to occupy ourselves. However, we must have gotten involved in the conversation at times because she often told us that we asked too many questions and made Papa Sullivan nervous. Their house was a white frame, two story building sitting at the mouth of a hollow beside Mill Creek. Large shade trees filled the yard and there was a swing mounted between two of them. The house had a screened in porch on the back, and at one end of the porch was a hand operated pump connected to a freshwater well from which their water was drawn. Just outside the porch were several grapevines that were normally loaded with grapes. Papa Sullivan had a dog named “old fuzz” that was pretty old and grouchy; and all the kids were afraid of him. They had several milk cows and I enjoyed watching Mama Sullivan milk them. I tried hard but could never get the hang of it. A family reunion was an annual event during the summer. With all the children and grandchildren the crowds were large and included Bryants, Sullivans, Gossetts, Rices, Cudes, Marakis, Laybhens, Coopers, along with Cecil Hatley and others. Food was spread on tables under the shade trees and everyone ate, visited and reminisced during and after the meal.

Daddy owned several cars during the years, but two of them stick out in my mind. It was probably in the late 1940’s that he bought a studebaker, which at the time was a very prestigious automobile. And about 1954 Daddy bought a brand new red and black Plymouth. By this time I was old enough to drive, and he would sometimes let me take the car on dates. One one of those dates I hung the door on something, slightly scrapping and springing the door. It really scared me but daddy never really said anything about it.

Life on Mill Creek taught me a lot of lessons that I might not have gotten elsewhere. Each day makes me more aware that growing up there kept me physically fit, while the lessons at school, church and home helped maintain my mental and spiritual health. Later in life this would help me to stay on course and not wander too far from the straight and narrow. As I often think about those days, one picture always pops up in my memory. That picture is of a bright, sunny, hot Sunday morning with everyone standing outside the Little Rock Church Building after services. I suppose events of the past week, as well as plans for the upcoming week were discussed. Of course a lot of us kids were ready to go, whether it was home for a meal or to a ball game in Wrigley. I really miss those good old days on Mill Creek when it seemed Life was a lot slower and simpler, unlike the hectic fast paced world we live in today. Now I realize it was truly an enjoyable and tranquil period of time in my life.

Some Families that lived on Mill Creek in the 1930’s, 1940’s and 1950’s

Spike and Reppie Lankford Hooper
Norris Randolph and Mary Lee Warren Randolph
Cherry Gossett and Ella Allen Gossett
Mr & Mrs Johnny Warren, parents of Paul and Hubert Warren
Dude and Johnnie Lee Gordon
Buford “Humpy” Litton and Emma Jane Temple Litton
Cliff and Stella Temple
Clarence Bryant and Mary D. Sullivan Bryant
Jake and Bea Sullivan Laybhen
Clarence Wiliams Family
Jim Gossett and Sadie McAllister Gossett
W. S. Sullivan and Addie Gossett Sullivan
Bud Sullivan and Geneva McCoy Sullivan
Armine and May McCord
Bud and Louise McFarlin
Porter and Docy McFarlin
Percy Gossett and Zippy Thornton Gossett
Less Gossett and Elsie Thornton Gossett
Edd Gossett
John Harrington
George Dotson
Bad Eye Victory
Claggett Victory
Lon Givens
Pig Givens
Thee Bass
Some Families that lived in the Wrigley, TN Area in the 1930’s, 1940’s and 1950’s

White Section

Joe Bradley
C. W. Bentley and Mildred Ferguson Bentley
Buster Bentley (Brother of C. W.) and Nannie Bentley
David Bentley (Son of Buster) and Sue Bradley Bentley(Dau of “Burly” Bradley)
Robert LeeTidwell
Eb Stone
Zertie Choate (Son of Vernie) & Nita Murrell Choate
Gray Family
L. C. Hudspeth
J. D. Bass and Oma Moss Bass
Chester Bass
Vernie Choate and Lula Skelton Choate (Parents of Sandra Russell Bryant)
J. L. Hudspeth (Son of L.C.) & Alvena Choate Hudspeth (Dau of Vernie Choate)
Frank and Bertie Tilley
Prim Luckett
Dee Hatley (Son of Cecil) and Gertie Hatley (Dau of John Greer)
Allen Dickey
Jim Martin (Brother of Frank)
Frank Martin (Brother of Jim)
Guinn Family
Bert Bell
Grady Smith
Arch and Lubell Cochran(Parents of Peggy who married Billy Henley)
Claude Bryant (Son of Jack Bryant) & and Lucille Rich Bryant (Dau of Ira Rich)
Hubert “Pug” England and Georgia Bryant England (Dau of Joe Bryant)
Hershel Jackson and Gracey Bryant Jackson (Dau of Joe Bryant)
Mort McGahey
L. P. Thompson and Lona Thornton Thompson (Dau of Pembroke Thornton)
Ed Lane
Billy Hudspeth ( Son of J. L. Hudspeth)
Jake Wilson
John Brown — Superintendant of the Wrigley Plant
Red Banks
Preacher White & wife Nellie
Grover & Nola Vaughn
Ollie B. Parker
Jesse and Ava Jackson Wright (Dau of Hershel and Gracey Jackson)
Corky Gordon Family
Idella & Annie May McCoy
John Greer
Steve Simpson
Pig Toe Williams
Richard Aldridge
Felix Bradford
Mrs Willie Mitchell Family
Edward Weatherspoon
Van Street
Grady Street
Clifton Thornton (Son of Lewis P. Thornton)
Willie Epps
Raymond Christian
Diles Family
Black Section:

Tink Modena
J. P. Modina
Finas Modena
Andy and Virgie Webster
Charles Frazier
Charlie Sow
Little Bit Modena
Big Bit Modena
My dad Clarence Bryant was a prankster and was always playing tricks on somebody at work, especially the blacks that worked for him and with him. His tricks included rubber snakes, etc. Once Daddy had Mama call Tink Modena to play a trick on him. She said to him “This is the telephone company. We need you to get off the line so we can blow it out”. Tink said “yes mam, yes mam I’ll get right off so you can blow the line out”.


Picking blackberries among the chiggers and snakes
Spending so much time swimming and playing in Mill Creek
Going to a one room school house at Little Rock
Putting up a Christmas Tree at school every year
Going on school picnic every year and roasting weiners and marshmallows
Going to movie on Saturday to see Western Hero
Working on the farm for Papa Sullivan and Bud for $2.00 per day during the hot, humid summer days.
Picking corn by hand

Loading hay on wagons with pitchforks

Putting hay in the barn loft

Using mule and scratcher to plow corn

Hoeing fields of corn by hand

Shooting marbles at school
Going to Church at Little Rock
Big Meetings and Dinner on the Ground

The beautiful singing

The sincere prayers of the men of the congregation

Riding the iron wheel wagon to Grandpa Bryant’s home after church on Sundays
Helping raise a garden each year
Carrying water up the steep hill from the spring
Walking to school, skating on frozen creek, etc
Cutting fire wood for the winter
Walking thru the fields to Papa Sullivan’s home
Family reunions at Papa Sullivan’s and Grandpa Bryant’s
Listening to Joe Sullivan play the harmonica
Playing under the leaves in the fall

Would put God and the Church first in everything
Less complaining about the work I had to do at home
Would listen better and try to understand when Mama or Daddy said “no” to something I wanted or some place I wanted to go.


Watching on TV as Neal Armstrong, an American Astronaut, became the first man to set foot on the moon in 1969.
Invention of Television
Invention of the Computer and the Internet
Fall of Communism and tearing down of the Berlin during Reagan Presidency
Assasination of President John F. Kennedy
Today, September 11, 2001, I began putting the finishing touches on this history. And today one of the most memorabe events in my life took place. Four commercial airplanes were hijacked by terrorists. Two of the planes were purposely crashed into the World Trade Center Twin Towers in New York City; while another crashed into the Pentagon in Washington, D. C. The fourth which crashed just outside Pittsburg, PA was apparently intended to crash into either the White House, the U. S. Capitol or Camp David. The World Trade Center Towers, which were about 110 stories high, were set on fire by the explosion and crumbled to the ground a short time later. About 40,000 to 50,000 people worked in those buildings, and it is not known at this time how many died, but estimates are about 6,000 — 7.000. Television cameras caught the events in New York. Watching the planes crash into the buildings; watching people jump out windows to their death on the street far below; and watching the buildings collaspe to the street was something I’ll never forget. Remarkably, one man who was on about the 92nd floor rode the building down and survived. Late in the day President George Bush spoke to the Nation by television, assuring everyone that the terrorists did not succeed in their efforts to change the way Americans live, that the Miitary was the strongest in the world and ready to act; and that our economy would not be affected. He also made it clear that the United States would track down those responsible and bring them to justice. And he emphasized that countries that harbor terrorists will be treated the same as the terrorists themselves. He further stated that this was the beginning of a war on terrorism worldwide. This was truly a black day for the United States, but the citizens of this great country will no doubt unite, and the nation will be stronger than ever as a result of this unity.