Foreman, Arkansas: The Town that Might be Holding You Up

The town was abundantly supplied with water for all purposes, which came form the Conemaugh River. The river flows in a semi-circle around the town. The city water works supplied water for private consumption, manufacturing and mining. One of the greatest sources of wealth to which Blairsville can lay claim is it’s coal fields. Blairsville has three different and distinct coal veins, around 1900 only one of the veins was being worked. The other two coal veins were in reserve. In addition to coal, natural gas was found in abundant quantities and served as a clean burning fuel for heating and cooking. The railroad was very important to industries located in and around Blairsville. The railroad tracks pasted through the town in all directions. Because of the demand of moving freight, the railroads provided well paying jobs for many of the residences. Not only was Blairsville a hub for transferring freight, it also provided seven passenger trains daily, each way from Blairsville to Pittsburgh and Allegheny. It also provided three passenger trains each way to Indiana on a daily basis”

Small villages, such as Cassopolis, had begun developing in Cass County in the 1830’s and early 1840’s but the area needed the railroad for true growth to occur. The railroad enabled raw materials for manufacturing to be shipped in, products and farm goods to be shipped in and out. Also, passenger travel to and from towns along the route. Early settlers

Lenoir City tennessee was founded in the early 1800’s by William B. Lenoir. William B. Lenoir was a general in the Battle of King's Mountain and was rewarded 5000 acres of land which to us is now known as Lenoir City TN. Later in General Lenoir's life he dedicated this land to his son Major William B. Lenoir who moved here in the year 1810. Major Lenoir had many successful business going on from his thriving plantation to his well known cattle and hog production in the year of 1821. Before his death in 1852 Major Lenoir also contributed a well producing cotton and flour mill. After Lenoir's death his 4 sons formed William Lenoir and son and controlled 2700 acres of land but later sold it to The Lenoir City Company which later incorporated

Located in the Northwestern part of Georgia, and beside the South of the Chattahoochee River, there is a city known as “Atlanta”. Atlanta was filled with the population of 5.2 million people, but grew over the years, mainly with African Americans. The city’s terminus was in 1837 with early inhabitants of creeks and cherokees and it’s early “days” were filled with mostly English, Scottish, Irish , but only a few Moravians and Jews. With a landscape of low hills and sedimentary rocks, Atlanta is positioned in Piedmont.

I grew up in a city named Colorado City, TX – the city is located in Central West Texas. I had a really good friend, that I became best friends with, named Daniel. We went riding our bikes everywhere around this little town, scraping our knees on concrete and crashing our bikes on practically everything (since there was practically nothing to do in this town – this was before the 3M Palace Theatre was reopened).

Being from rural Mississippi, people from other states assume that we know very little about what goes on outside our state let alone our own town. In a way, I can see why, but glad I am one of the ones who, thanks to my family, have an idea of a world larger than my town. I am from a family of six consisting of my mother, father, step-mother, brother, and identical twin sister. We did a lot of traveling when growing up normally traveling out of state even if just for weekends. My interest in other cultures and languages came from my family, especially on my mother’s side where I members who traveled out of country for work and would bring us back clothes, books, or other souvenirs. My dad did not do as much traveling as my mom and had not

In 1869 the devlopers Asa R. Newton and Harben H. Self purchased a tract of land and platted a town that would later become Forney. The new town was to be named Brooklyn. However, when the town applied to certify the name with the U.S. post office a complicaiton was encountered. The leaders of the town were informed that the name of "Brooklyn, Texas" was unavailable because there was already a post office by that name. The name was changed to honor John W. Forney, the director of the T & P Railway Co.

Have you ever had to try something new? Has it been hard? Well, when I moved to Greenbrier, Arkansas I went through hard times with doing new things. It was very difficult. If you have ever moved, you understand what I mean.

Down in Dallas county there is a place called Balch Springs. Most things you might hear about Balch springs wouldn’t raise a brow on a sober man’s face. Crime rate is a little higher than average and the people working class. Some men and women down in Balch Springs are honest folk, others are as dishonest beyond sin. There’s nothing of interest to say about my origins. Never was no pedigree. No prodigy either. My mother was an easy woman with a taste for powders, and I don’t mean makeup. My old man was a drunkard that walked out on my ma the moment he caught wind she was pregnant. I was raised in a run-down little street, with run down people. Most who worked their fingers down to stubs and died in debt.

Sioux County Iowa isn’t so different from any other rural county in the Midwest. We have rich and poor towns, public and private schools, good and bad police officers, and plenty of rowdy teenagers. The Midwest however is a very unique place to live. I lived in the country, about ten minutes outside of Orange City, Iowa. One summer Wednesday night at about 9:00p.m., after I had just gotten back home from work, I received a text message from my friend Jon, “Get the truck ready. Be at your house in 10”. I sighed. I knew that meant we were up to no good. I’m not sure what really bothered me, the fact that Jon was expecting me to drop all of my plans to go on another escapade, or the fact that we both knew I didn’t have any plans.

By 1869, Barlow and Sanderson were focusing their resources on expanding their routes in Colorado due to the steadily rising mining industry. This was easily accomplished, and in July, 1870, the Company bought the Denver and Santa Fe stage line and renamed it to the Southern Overland Mail and Express. Later that year, they again moved their headquarters, this time to Denver.

The history of Farmingville, New York started in 1791, when areas of the town became part of the “Great Division of Land” that was laid out. The first settlers did not come to the town until 1770, however. At the time, the area was used for farming. Unfortunately, the land was not suitable for crops, so many families turned to raising animals. The area got its first school district in 1813. In the early 1900s, the town got its first electrical installation and fire department, and development of the Farmingville Gardens.[1]

Our yearly pilgrimage to our deer lease in Menard, Texas starts every year on the first Friday in November. To get there we head four hours north thru the sprawling metropolis of San Antonio, full of its traffic and impatient drivers. Upon leaving the city limits of San Antonio, we head west towards Kerrville and the landscape starts to change drastically. No longer are we driving on flat land but now the car is climbing small hills and the road winds. We drive in this direction until we reach the vast acres of ranch land located on a lonely farm road between the small cities of Junction and Menard. If you drive too fast down the winding road, you will miss the old metal gate that is almost hidden by brush trees. My husband is the hunter, yet I love to come with him, because this is the place, where I disconnect from the fast paced life of city dwelling and feel reconnected once again to nature and I find peace and rest here in this cactus and dirt oasis.

On a scorching Saturday morning in Georgia, I tossed and turned in my bed as my slumber was interrupted by my dad screaming "Family meeting!". I cringed at the thought of being deprived of my favorite blue, plush blanket. I dragged myself down the steps and into the dining room that felt like a Russian winter on my skin. As I sat down, my dad looked guilty, curling his lip and clicking his fingernails against one another. He looked at my little brother Leslie, my oldest sister Kyra and me with a sombre glance as if he were saying "I'm sorry". My dad told us that he received a promotion back in our original home in Chesapeake, Virginia. Hearing this I bit my lip, holding back my sorrow as I tried to appear thrilled for my dad's advancement in the company.

As, I read Potts article, she described the rural areas of Arkansas as quiet. The people were what was called old-school country. Because so