The Rev. George Washington Good was born in Tennessee and came to Dallas County in 1846. With the exception of 12 years spent in Cundiff, Jack County, he lived his entire life in Dallas County.
As told to a reporter from the "Dallas Morning News", June 5, 1927 by Reverend Good
"Early in the '40s, the Peters Colony, having an extensive land grant in North Texas which was of no account without settlers, began to broadcast from Farmers Branch post office the most attractive literature. Some of this reading matter got as far as our house in Tennessee. My father and my maternal grandfather, Elisha Fyke, realized at once that they had settled in the wrong place and being men of decision, as were all pioneers, they proceeded to rectify the mistake as speedily as possible. I was born Feb 3, 1842, and was consequently 4 years old when we started for Texas in 1846. I remember nothing in a
connected way about either Tennessee or the trip. A few scenes still occasionally picture themselves to me, and a few incidents I sometimes recall.
We traveled by steamboat from Memphis to Shreveport by way of New Orleans. At Shreveport we purchased wagons and teams and made the rest of the journey in the way the ancestors of us all no doubt trekked it from time immemorial. It was not to us a long drawn out journey through a dreary wilderness, as people nowadays are apt to view things, but more like a natural mode of life that of the nomad.
We arrived in Dallas County four years after John Neely Bryan, and the year the county of organized, and settled across the river from Farmers Branch. Dallas consisted of a few log houses including a store or two, and the impres-sion that detached itself for me on first seeing the ham-let was that it was very much in the weeds. Cedar Springs also had cabins, and two things Dallas lacked - a mill and a distillery. But whisky did not win in the contest be-tween the two places for county seat. The first thing we did was to take down every one of us, with chills and fever. This put us in touch with our neighbors, who
informed us that even the oldest settlers made it a regu-lar business at the right season of the year, of doing an ague every other day. Father used to say we had venison for meat, turkey for bread and malaria for sauce.
The buffalo never ranged east of the Trinity after we came, but there were still plenty of them in Wise and even in Denton County. Neither were there any antelope in this section. But deer, turkeys and prairie chickens were to be seen everywhere, and in the fall and again in the spring ducks and geese came and went in incredible numbers. Wolves went in packs, and bears and panthers were frequently encountered. One night the crying of my first baby attracted a roving panther to my cabin and filled my dogs with terror. A fine bulldog among them stowed as white a feather as the meanest hound. I sallied forth to ascertain the cause of the commotion. My dogs refused to go ahead of me. I mounted a horse and rode in the direct-ion they seemed to dread most, and was soon brought to a stand by the scream of a panther a few yards before me. That satisfied my curiosity."
He began his career as a Baptist minister by preaching to fellow soldiers in the Confederate Army. He was pastor of Pleasant View Baptist Church for about 25 years and also served as a pastor at Farmers Branch and several other Dallas County towns. In addition to preaching, Mr. Good taught school for a number of years at Pleasant View, Farmers Branch, and other towns. He retired around 1923, but continued to preach occasionally until two years before his death. Funeral services were conducted at the Farmers Branch Baptist Church. The Masons were in charge of the graveside service.
As told to a reporter from the "Dallas Morning News", June 5, 1927 by Reverend Good
"Early in the '40s, the Peters Colony, having an extensive land grant in North Texas which was of no account without settlers, began to broadcast from Farmers Branch post office the most attractive literature. Some of this reading matter got as far as our house in Tennessee. My father and my maternal grandfather, Elisha Fyke, realized at once that they had settled in the wrong place and being men of decision, as were all pioneers, they proceeded to rectify the mistake as speedily as possible. I was born Feb 3, 1842, and was consequently 4 years old when we started for Texas in 1846. I remember nothing in a
connected way about either Tennessee or the trip. A few scenes still occasionally picture themselves to me, and a few incidents I sometimes recall.
We traveled by steamboat from Memphis to Shreveport by way of New Orleans. At Shreveport we purchased wagons and teams and made the rest of the journey in the way the ancestors of us all no doubt trekked it from time immemorial. It was not to us a long drawn out journey through a dreary wilderness, as people nowadays are apt to view things, but more like a natural mode of life that of the nomad.
We arrived in Dallas County four years after John Neely Bryan, and the year the county of organized, and settled across the river from Farmers Branch. Dallas consisted of a few log houses including a store or two, and the impres-sion that detached itself for me on first seeing the ham-let was that it was very much in the weeds. Cedar Springs also had cabins, and two things Dallas lacked - a mill and a distillery. But whisky did not win in the contest be-tween the two places for county seat. The first thing we did was to take down every one of us, with chills and fever. This put us in touch with our neighbors, who
informed us that even the oldest settlers made it a regu-lar business at the right season of the year, of doing an ague every other day. Father used to say we had venison for meat, turkey for bread and malaria for sauce.
The buffalo never ranged east of the Trinity after we came, but there were still plenty of them in Wise and even in Denton County. Neither were there any antelope in this section. But deer, turkeys and prairie chickens were to be seen everywhere, and in the fall and again in the spring ducks and geese came and went in incredible numbers. Wolves went in packs, and bears and panthers were frequently encountered. One night the crying of my first baby attracted a roving panther to my cabin and filled my dogs with terror. A fine bulldog among them stowed as white a feather as the meanest hound. I sallied forth to ascertain the cause of the commotion. My dogs refused to go ahead of me. I mounted a horse and rode in the direct-ion they seemed to dread most, and was soon brought to a stand by the scream of a panther a few yards before me. That satisfied my curiosity."
He began his career as a Baptist minister by preaching to fellow soldiers in the Confederate Army. He was pastor of Pleasant View Baptist Church for about 25 years and also served as a pastor at Farmers Branch and several other Dallas County towns. In addition to preaching, Mr. Good taught school for a number of years at Pleasant View, Farmers Branch, and other towns. He retired around 1923, but continued to preach occasionally until two years before his death. Funeral services were conducted at the Farmers Branch Baptist Church. The Masons were in charge of the graveside service.
The Rev. George Washington Good was born in Tennessee and came to Dallas County in 1846. With the exception of 12 years spent in Cundiff, Jack County, he lived his entire life in Dallas County.
As told to a reporter from the "Dallas Morning News", June 5, 1927 by Reverend Good
"Early in the '40s, the Peters Colony, having an extensive land grant in North Texas which was of no account without settlers, began to broadcast from Farmers Branch post office the most attractive literature. Some of this reading matter got as far as our house in Tennessee. My father and my maternal grandfather, Elisha Fyke, realized at once that they had settled in the wrong place and being men of decision, as were all pioneers, they proceeded to rectify the mistake as speedily as possible. I was born Feb 3, 1842, and was consequently 4 years old when we started for Texas in 1846. I remember nothing in a
connected way about either Tennessee or the trip. A few scenes still occasionally picture themselves to me, and a few incidents I sometimes recall.
We traveled by steamboat from Memphis to Shreveport by way of New Orleans. At Shreveport we purchased wagons and teams and made the rest of the journey in the way the ancestors of us all no doubt trekked it from time immemorial. It was not to us a long drawn out journey through a dreary wilderness, as people nowadays are apt to view things, but more like a natural mode of life that of the nomad.
We arrived in Dallas County four years after John Neely Bryan, and the year the county of organized, and settled across the river from Farmers Branch. Dallas consisted of a few log houses including a store or two, and the impres-sion that detached itself for me on first seeing the ham-let was that it was very much in the weeds. Cedar Springs also had cabins, and two things Dallas lacked - a mill and a distillery. But whisky did not win in the contest be-tween the two places for county seat. The first thing we did was to take down every one of us, with chills and fever. This put us in touch with our neighbors, who
informed us that even the oldest settlers made it a regu-lar business at the right season of the year, of doing an ague every other day. Father used to say we had venison for meat, turkey for bread and malaria for sauce.
The buffalo never ranged east of the Trinity after we came, but there were still plenty of them in Wise and even in Denton County. Neither were there any antelope in this section. But deer, turkeys and prairie chickens were to be seen everywhere, and in the fall and again in the spring ducks and geese came and went in incredible numbers. Wolves went in packs, and bears and panthers were frequently encountered. One night the crying of my first baby attracted a roving panther to my cabin and filled my dogs with terror. A fine bulldog among them stowed as white a feather as the meanest hound. I sallied forth to ascertain the cause of the commotion. My dogs refused to go ahead of me. I mounted a horse and rode in the direct-ion they seemed to dread most, and was soon brought to a stand by the scream of a panther a few yards before me. That satisfied my curiosity."
He began his career as a Baptist minister by preaching to fellow soldiers in the Confederate Army. He was pastor of Pleasant View Baptist Church for about 25 years and also served as a pastor at Farmers Branch and several other Dallas County towns. In addition to preaching, Mr. Good taught school for a number of years at Pleasant View, Farmers Branch, and other towns. He retired around 1923, but continued to preach occasionally until two years before his death. Funeral services were conducted at the Farmers Branch Baptist Church. The Masons were in charge of the graveside service.
As told to a reporter from the "Dallas Morning News", June 5, 1927 by Reverend Good
"Early in the '40s, the Peters Colony, having an extensive land grant in North Texas which was of no account without settlers, began to broadcast from Farmers Branch post office the most attractive literature. Some of this reading matter got as far as our house in Tennessee. My father and my maternal grandfather, Elisha Fyke, realized at once that they had settled in the wrong place and being men of decision, as were all pioneers, they proceeded to rectify the mistake as speedily as possible. I was born Feb 3, 1842, and was consequently 4 years old when we started for Texas in 1846. I remember nothing in a
connected way about either Tennessee or the trip. A few scenes still occasionally picture themselves to me, and a few incidents I sometimes recall.
We traveled by steamboat from Memphis to Shreveport by way of New Orleans. At Shreveport we purchased wagons and teams and made the rest of the journey in the way the ancestors of us all no doubt trekked it from time immemorial. It was not to us a long drawn out journey through a dreary wilderness, as people nowadays are apt to view things, but more like a natural mode of life that of the nomad.
We arrived in Dallas County four years after John Neely Bryan, and the year the county of organized, and settled across the river from Farmers Branch. Dallas consisted of a few log houses including a store or two, and the impres-sion that detached itself for me on first seeing the ham-let was that it was very much in the weeds. Cedar Springs also had cabins, and two things Dallas lacked - a mill and a distillery. But whisky did not win in the contest be-tween the two places for county seat. The first thing we did was to take down every one of us, with chills and fever. This put us in touch with our neighbors, who
informed us that even the oldest settlers made it a regu-lar business at the right season of the year, of doing an ague every other day. Father used to say we had venison for meat, turkey for bread and malaria for sauce.
The buffalo never ranged east of the Trinity after we came, but there were still plenty of them in Wise and even in Denton County. Neither were there any antelope in this section. But deer, turkeys and prairie chickens were to be seen everywhere, and in the fall and again in the spring ducks and geese came and went in incredible numbers. Wolves went in packs, and bears and panthers were frequently encountered. One night the crying of my first baby attracted a roving panther to my cabin and filled my dogs with terror. A fine bulldog among them stowed as white a feather as the meanest hound. I sallied forth to ascertain the cause of the commotion. My dogs refused to go ahead of me. I mounted a horse and rode in the direct-ion they seemed to dread most, and was soon brought to a stand by the scream of a panther a few yards before me. That satisfied my curiosity."
He began his career as a Baptist minister by preaching to fellow soldiers in the Confederate Army. He was pastor of Pleasant View Baptist Church for about 25 years and also served as a pastor at Farmers Branch and several other Dallas County towns. In addition to preaching, Mr. Good taught school for a number of years at Pleasant View, Farmers Branch, and other towns. He retired around 1923, but continued to preach occasionally until two years before his death. Funeral services were conducted at the Farmers Branch Baptist Church. The Masons were in charge of the graveside service.
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