|Birth: ||Oct. 27, 1866|
|Death: ||Sep. 22, 1941|
The following was taken from The Hopkins County Echo and was a letter Mrs John C Garrison (Sarah Caledonia Carroll Garrison) wrote regarding old times. Sulphur Springs, Texas March 28, 1936
I have read with interest the writing of the Old Folks who have been in Hopkins County for more than sixty years and shall write down now a few things that come to mind of my early life.
Some time in the 1870's my father, G. W. Carroll, together with my grandfather and (my Uncle William) G. W. Lantrip, moved and settled on a heavy wooded piece of land east of Running Creek, two miles east of Reily Springs. There they built cabins of logs cut from timber on the land. At first we had only dirt floors, for they were very busy clearing land for farming. We had very few comforts. I can remember how proud we were when, after a few months, my father was able and ready to go to the saw mills to buy lumber to floor our cabins. How rich we felt to have a floor to skip over.
I was about seven years old when I started to school, which was in another log cabin situated about one mile east from our home. The schoolhouse was about 14 x 16 feet dimensions and had a huge fireplace in one end. Boys and girls of all sizes all together with one man for a teacher, the beloved late Ambush Edwards. He was then in the prime of life and was equal to his talk. He lived at Reily Springs then and had to pass our place on his way to the school, so he very kindly asked me, a little "tom-boy" girl, to ride to school behind him on his big black horse. The recollection of this is among my "big moments". I was the oldest child at home and so was my Daddy's boy and girl too. Those were happy days. We had few books but very nearly memorized what we had. My spelling book was my especial joy. To stand head, get a headmark, go foot; then try to reach head again--what thrills. Children are not taught to spell now as we were in those earlier days ( and here I should like to turn aside from reminiscences to commend Uncle Eli Hargrave for the work he had done in the past few years in keeping alive the spiriit of the old spelling bee.
My second year in school I was taught by W. A. Douglas at the same log schoolhouse. He was a fine teacher, but had too many grown men for students. They didn't want to obey him, so he had to be very stern with them. I had to walk to school that year, so my father let me take my dog with me for company through the woods. This worked fine for me till other dogs began attending school also. I remember one which was a big brindle fellow belonging to the little Bullock boys, Silas and Noah. The grown boys in school set our dogs to fighting, and they would never make friends afterwards, so I had to skip to school by myself through , thickets,, brush and tall trees. Every living creature was in the woods, from long-horned cattle to snakes, lizards and ticks. Very different then from now, when children have well-kept roads and streets and nice school buses for those farther away.
The next school I went to was at Reily Springs, Texas, a summer school, as most of the schools were at that time. The thickets were just as bad this way and a creek to cross. My father cut a big tree across Running Creek for me to wak on and cut a slender pole for me to hold to, to steady myself. How many snakes I saw daily I don't know, but it would have taken a fast one to catch me. I probably scared the snakes as much as they did me, for I went and came running. Over the sand hills near Reily Springs were plenty of ripe grapes, and I always managed to stop there long enough to get all the grapes I wanted to eat on the way.
One very hot August day I ran in from school, when my grandmother met me and said: "Hurry and wash your face and come see your new sister". There she was, very tiny and red. She was a lovely baby. Her name was Nannie. She later became the mother of Cecil Byrd, now living at Miller Grove.
School days were not so many for us boys and girls then. I remember another summer school I went to, where Uncle Clem Lanier was the teacher. He was a fine teacher, too. There we had split-logs for benches. Some little girls and I pulled two up close together and we were sitting across the two of them when the teacher noticed and asked us which of the seats did we prefer. I spoke up and said "Both of them". He smiled and passed on and the older ones giggles, and we perceived we had make a mistake and incidentally learned the meaning of "prefer".
There was another summer school, taught by a Miss Kate (someone). One day about 2o'clock it became very dark. Some of us got scared and wanted to go home, but she thought we had better stay at school, that it would be over soon, but it remained dark a long time. Everybody's chickens went to roost. Miss Kate told us stories to keep us from being afraid and just a while before it should have been sundown it became a little lighter. Our fathers came looking for us to see if we were still at school or had become lost.
When I was in my twelfth year my father sold his little home and moved to McClennan County, 18 miles west of Waco. He made one crop there. It was a drouthy year and he gathered early what little crop he made and came back to old Hopkins. This time he bought land a mile north of Como, Texas. The first year there I attended school at Wood Springs in another one-room log schoolhouse. There we had Mr. Jim Barker for our teacher. He was a fine man and managed a house full of bad boys and girls of all sizes and ages. There we had great times with our Blue Back Speller.
From that year I attended school at Como and Charley Williams was the teacher, maybe for two years.
The last teacher I had was Uncle Robert Lewis, Miss Anne Lewis' uncle.
I am greatly interested in the youth of today and rejoice in their better privileges and opportunities, and wish them all much success.
Mrs. J. C Garrison nee Callie Carroll
George Washington Carroll (1844 - 1913)
Elizabeth Lantrip Carroll (1846 - 1894)
John Clark Garrison (1860 - 1936)
Laura Etta Garrison (1884 - 1886)*
Lelia Hannah Garrison Cannon Patterson (1886 - 1972)*
William Otis Garrison (1889 - 1952)*
Thomas Lawlis Garrison (1891 - 1965)*
Harriet Elizabeth Garrison Russell (1893 - 1977)*
Ruby Mae Garrison (1895 - 1912)*
Roy Neal Garrison (1899 - 1918)*
John Weeks Garrison (1901 - 1978)*
Lucy Ellen Garrison Landrum (1903 - 1991)*
Winnie Pearl Garrison Conner (1905 - 1983)*
Infant Garrison (1908 - 1909)*
Sarah Caledonia Carroll Garrison (1866 - 1941)
Elizabeth Devella Carroll Byrd (1873 - 1960)*
Georgia Pearl Carroll Jordan (1883 - 1967)*
Florence Ellen Carroll Russell (1885 - 1924)*
Note: on stone with John C
Sulphur Springs City Cemetery
Plot: area 4d lot 528
Maintained by: Sharon
Originally Created by: Deborah Parker
Record added: Feb 17, 2006
Find A Grave Memorial# 13373350