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PAGE TWO-THE CHEROKEEAN OF RUSK, TEXAS, THURSDAY. JULY 14,1M3
"Where The Lilies Bloom"
Young Cast Does Well
Strong Men Cut Down?
"Where The Lilies Bloom" was perhaps
one of the best plays produced so far by
members of the Cherokee Civic Theatre.
Director Marcelette Broussard and her
assistant, Gerry Struhall, outdid them-
selves in their work with a very young cast.
The show was presented to receptive
audiences Friday and Saturday nights at
the Cherokee Theater.
The youngsters all were great and when
awards night comes around next spring, it
will certainly be a hard decision to deter-
mine the most outstanding, especially if
other productions show a number of strong
youth parts.
Robin Berry was excellent in her part of
Mary Call Luther. Britt Patterson was very
strong in his presentation of Romey Luther
and certainly can be credited with a hearty
"well done." Little Katy Crysup was a
delight as Ima Dean Luther. Her dance
routine drew a round of applause from the
audience.
Angela Trimble very ably played her part
of Devola, the somewhat retarded older
sister in the family. Scott Foster as Kiser
Pease was a delight, as he tried so hard to
win the hand of Devola. In addition to her
acting part, Miss Trimble also served as
choregrapher for the play.
The play opens with Mary Call and
Romey burying their father in an unmarked
grave in the mountains. Seems Mary Call
had promised her father that she would do
all she could to see that the family stayed
together, there was not welfare from the
county and Devola would not marry Kiser
Pease.
The parts were realistic as they por-
trayed how it really would have been if a 14-
year-old took over running a family. She
was very bossy and the other youngsters
took offense. The family fights were very
typical.
Miss Berry was certainly a delight as
Mary Call plotted to get all she could out of
Kiser Pease, whose only desire was to
marry Devola. However, Devola and Kiser
finally married.
Wilson Lilley and Mary Ann Patterson
created a fine pair as they played the parts
of Mr. and Mrs. Connell, the storekeepers.
Mrs. Patterson drew laughs with her know
it all attitude. Lilley's son, ChriS was very
good with his presentation of Gaither
Graybeal, Mary Call's boyfriend. Melissa
McClurkin was another who did her part
well as Mary Call's friend, Alma Graybeal.
Little Jamie Moeser had a small part as a
school chum, but he stole the stage as he
stood in overalls at the wedding with a
jawbreaker in one side of his mouth and
patted his foot to the beat of the music.
Music makers James Greenwood and Larry
Sinclair were, as usual, very good.
Susan Buchanan made a fine
schoolteacher in her part of Mrs. Breathitt.
Kay Reynolds was a laugh as Goldie-Pease.
It's a shame that this wasn't a larger part
since it would have added a lot of good
humor to the show.
Bud Breen had another minor part, that
would have been nice to enlarge on. He
played the part of the preacher and created
chuckles with his dark suit and collar, and
his pant legs tucked into the tops of dirty
work boots.
Sterling Evans, Tracey Jared, Bill
Jamison and Kristy Helm all did fine jobs in
their roles as school chums of the Luther
children.
Jean Bryant was in charge of costumes
and all certainly developed the moun-
taineer mood.
Probably one of the cutest costumes was
the one worn by Devola at her wedding. She
was dressed with a yellow sheer dress,
complimented with yellow shoes and white
ankle socks. She wore a ring of flowers
around her head.
The play was fast moving and kept the
audience's attention.
Our hats are off to each and everyone
associated with the show. Cast members
rehearsed for some three weeks with no air
conditioning. But as with all good troupes
"The Show Must Go On" and it did with
such a well presented production.
Gloria Jennings
Kissin' Kuzzins
Carolyn Ericson
1614 Redbud Street
Nacogdoches, Texas 75961
* "Hinckley Heritage and History"
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ce. If you have a HINCKLEY line
Which is not included in the book, just
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********
I would love to hear from anyone in-
terested in the FOULGER-FOLGER
name. T. M. FOULGER died 11
February 1891. He married Ruth
BRITTAIN who was born 22 Decem-
ber 1870 and died 11 December 1891.
They had one child - a girl, (in Bosque
County, Texas) I alto hive infor-
mation on the BRITTAIN, SHAW,
RUST, SMITH, HAYES, RHOADES é
McCABE lima WU1 share infor-
lived in San Augustine County, west
side of the Ayish Bayou 1830 to 1860.
—Opal Modisett, 2001 N. Meadow
Way Circle, Arlington, Texas 76015.
********
1 am trying to locate information
about my great-grandparents,
William Neely MOTES and Mary An-
ne Amanda (DARBY) MOTES.
William Neely MOTES was born in
Pike Co., Ala. in 1827. In 1869 he
moved to Rains Co., Texas, where he
died in 1899. I believe he lived near
Emory, Texas. His wife, Mary Anne
Amanda (DARBY) MOTES was also
born in Pike Co., Alabama. She died in
1914 in Emory, Texas. A letter from
the Rains Co. Clerk, Mary Sheppard,
indicated the Courthouse burned and
many records prior to 1903 are no
longer available. This couple had ten
children. The ninth child was my
grandfather James Bartley MOTES.
He was born in 1863 and died in 1933 in
Stringtown, Oklahoma.
—Petty Gebhart, Box 43,
Springport, Indiana 47386.
••••
Need information on the family of
Cyrus MARSHALL born in Talbot Co.,
Georgia ca 1838 ¿nd died in Brazos
Co., Texas before 1900. The following
children were named in his estate,
J.D., S.C., W.J., Ella and Mrs. H. T.
KILPATRICK. Cyrus MARSHALL is
a brother of my great-grandmother,
Mary Elizabeth MARSHALL who was
the wife of Rev. William Hendon
RICHARDSON of Upson Co., Georgia.
I wish to exchange information with
anyone who has information on Cyrus
MARSHALL family.
—J. M. Richardson, 240 Hickman
Fork Road, Thomaston, Georgia
30286.
Does anyone know where a litUe
town called "Era", Texas is or was?
Is there a published cemetery list for
that area?
I am searching for information on a
Wildora (or Dora) HENARD who died
there ca 1892-94. She was born in Ten-
nessee - husband was Robert
HENARD. They had four children:
George, Luther, Elizabeth and Annie.
—Sherry Deeley, 20715-A tamarsh,
Chatsworth, California 91311.
came to Texas from Monroe County,
Georgia.
—Mrs. Carl Bonner, 425 Moody,
Fairfield, Texas 75840.
********
I am looking for descendants of
Thomas E. KING born ca 1857.
Family tradition states he came with
his father B. Beddie KIND born ca
1828 from Dyersburg, Tennessee to
Arkansas. B. B. KING settled in
Hempstead Co., Arkansas and Tom
went to Lufkin, Texas area. The
Arkansas KINGS lost contact with
Tom's family and the ones living now
know nothing of Tom's family.
Somehow they think he had a son
named Jim and he was a preacher.
Would like to correspond with anyone
having information on this family.
—Sue King Sillavan, Rt. 1, Box 252,
Hope, Arkansas 71801.
Editor'i Mote: "Ancel Nunn—< cut
above the ordinary," a delightful itory
written by Bill Porterfield, appeared in
the May 13 edition of the Dallat Timet
Herald. We thought our reader would
appreciate reading of their Palestine
friend.
What is it about big strong men that
sends them down in their prime?
Some inner turbulence, yes, a lack of
prudence that finally catches-up. If we
would only look we could see it coming
and maybe head it off, warn them
with love. But no, this never works. A
million wives and lovers and children
testify to it. The spraddling male for-
ce can't stand solicitude. Caution is
ho i '''"romosomes until
sor knocks him to his knees.
I've always had to look up to see
Ancel Nunn's great Viking face. Even
as he sat before a canvas in his Piney
Woods studio, folded into half a man,
he dwarfed me. No artist save, say,
Gutzon Borglum, was as burly as An-
cel in physique and temperament.
Just the other day, it seems, I saw An-
cel hoist 300 pounds of concrete
blocks. Odd that Ancel's medium
and style is so tedious and precise
while Borglum's was so grand and
sweeping. It would take Ancel forever
to paint Mt. Rushmore. It is this con-
tradiction in Ancel Nunn—this war
and rapture between the rough-hewn
and the polished, the workman and
the artist, the provider and the im-
provident—that has so fascinated and
frustrated those who know him.
In the largest park in Palestine
there is a statue of John Henninger
Reagan, 1818—1905; lawyer,
legislator, congressman, Con-
federate, senator, one of those larger
than life bronze figures whose bearing
reminds us that there were giants in
the earth in those days. In East Hill
Cemetery in Palestine lie the bones of
John himself, the monumental man
surrounded by the wives he kept
(Martha, Edwina and Molly, one after
the other) and the 11 children he
seeded. Ancel and I lingered over
Reagan's grave once, and I could not
resist remarking that when it was
over and done with for Ancel Nunn, it
would take as many tombs to hold his
wives and children and paintings as
Reagan had claimed for his passions.
Reneta Nunn was not so accom-
modating as Molly Reagan. She said,
in her earthy German way, that no
one would lie beside Ancel Nunn in life
or death except herself. And she of-
fered Ancel a knuckle sandwich if he
had other ideas. Ancel roared with
laughter.
That night, ensconced in the Grant
House on Reagan Street which he had
bought cheap and had restored at
much expense, Ancel drank beer and
ate bratwurst and pigsfeet and Black
Forest bread and sang the praises of
Reneta, the wife who had steered him
right after so many wrongs. He was
making money, something ew to him
and unusual for any artist. His work
was so in demand that he would have
to paint every day for two years to
catch up with the commissions. In
those days Ancel was a fount of a
man ! would found a school and a
colony, bring ,-;<••• and intellectuals
to his neck of the Eact Texas wood-,.
He would print tus own work and chat
of other artists. He would do this and
that.
"Don't talk big dreams," Reneta
would say. "Just paint.".
What is it about artists, the Pro-
methean ones, that sends them off in-
to so many directions that they end up
dizzy and pawing in frustration the
same ground from which they first
struck fire? Some overreach, cer-
tainly. Too much grabbing and too
much giving, too much actual work
and too much imaginal play, too many
men in the one.
Ancel the father, Ancel the child. He
overextended himself, had to admit
that he was not a John Reagan of even
an artistic community, that what he
was was what he had always wanted
to be: a painter who supported him-
self and his family by painting. He
was tired of Utopian schemes and
pragmatic realities. After everything
else had vanished, there would be only
the work, the paintings. That was
what was important. Yah, Reneta
said, and shut him in his studio.
Seclusion, rather than community,
became the dream. They sold the
Grant House and bought raw acres in
the woods. Ancel and his boys raised a
concrete block studio, and it was there
that Ancel rededicated himself. He
would make enough money so they
could build a home and live beside the
studio.
On the surface they seemed to be
living as handsomely as before. They
had moved into one of the finest man-
sions in Palestine. But that's the way
it is in the shade of those Southern
Gothic towns east of the Trinity. You
can lease a showplace for little. In
truth, it was tight. The recession had
hit East Texas too, and the people who
had money and the taste and the in-
clination to buy serious art now had
only the money and they were nervous
about it. "From here on," Ancel told
Reneta, "it's going to be a struggle. So
let's set our sights on what we really
cando."
The plans for their house changed.
They simply would add living quar-
ters to the studio, and live like artists
instead of bourgeois. Ancel set about
painting a huge work that he hoped
would bring him enough money to buy
the materials for the addition. The
day after he finished it, he sold the
painting. Immediately, he began
building the long-awaited house in the
woods.
The thicket is thick and deep, and
on* hot, humid day a couple of weeks
ago, Ancel staggered while unloading
concrete blocks. Terrible chest pains,
dizziness. He could hardly breathe.
He drank cold water, rested, but still
the pain persisted. He had friend Rick
drive him to the Anderson County
Hospital.
It was a heart attack, one that could
be fatal if the blood clot went to the
head, the doctors told him in the
emergency room. He fought to keep
his consciousness. Off to one side,
through the maze of medics and
tubes, he could see Reneta and the
boys weeping. He motioned for
Reneta and she rushed up and bent
over him. "There goes the house,
baby," he cried. "All gone up in
hospital bills."
"I love you, Ancel Nunn," she said.
"We'll have our house. We don't quit
yet."
The medical team was working on
him when a woman from the business
office poked her head into the circle of
activity above Ancel's head.
"What is your name, sir?"
"Ancel Nunn."
"What is your age?"
"Fifty-three."
"Doyou have insurance?"
"No, not enough."
"What is your occupation, sir?"
"I specialize in elephant circum-
cision," he said and refused to answer
another question.
Ancel is home now, his house money
gone, his blood thinned by rat poison,
but his spirit intact. In June, his house
began rising in the woods anyway,
thanks to friends and admirers who
gather in Palestine on weekends with
hammers and nails. It may look like
hell, not something Ancel would have
built with his huge hands, but what the
hell?
From
The...
Lions Den
Before wearing tight jeans, a plump
woman should get a rear view mirror
and take a stern look.
Our new Lion President Richard
Johnson was greeted with a very fine
attendance for his first Thursday to
preside. A goqd beginning makes a
good ending. Lion Ike Daniel, Lion of
the Year, commented that Lion Tail
Twister Robert Colley and Lion Bob
Pate were giggling and talking a
whole bunch - seemed to be disturbing
him. Mr. Don Johnson was a guest
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—Johnny Fay Carr, Box 417,
with (wife of
I need to establish the children of
John TOMLINSON who was In
Nacogdoches as early as 1839 and
received a land grant there. Believe
to be the father of Leonard
NSON, Benajah, Nancy (wife
of Stephen YATES> Jemima twtfe of
Holly PAGE), and perhaps Susan
YATÉTf There
This family
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Those of you who enjoy reading
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We have several new westerns and
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The first woman in space is now
a reality. Young ladies will enjoy
her story in the book, "Sally Ride
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sstronauts a public announcement
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and is to become a Lion. We under-
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three to be inducted and Lion
President Richard will be taking care
of that item in the near future.
Lion President Richard comlimen-
ted Lion Tail Twister Colley for the
fine program and other work for our
Lions Installation Night. A report
from Lion Ike that the bulldozer was
to move some trees last Thursday af-
ternoon for the beginning of the
development of the park around the
Lions Club Swimming Pool. Great
things will be happening there within
the next few months. Lion George
Dodd says the cement blocks will be in
within a few days and the partitions
will be made in the ladies dressing
room at the swimming pool. He will
need some help in unloading them so
stand by your telephone and wait for
the call. The Nature Trail is hanging
in the air. The City Council has not
decided just what should be done.
Lion David Long reported on the
Little League program and will give a
full report this day. There is such an
increase in players and teams that it
is very probable that we will need
another field within the next year or
two. They had a great program this
year and will need more Lions to par-
ticipate next year. There will be a
Pony League tournament July 21-22-
23. Jacksonville will enter and
probably Crockett. There was the
largest crowd to watch the All-Star
by E.B. Musick, Jr.
games this year since 1979. So under
the leadership of Lion David this has
developed into another great Lion
project.
Lion President Richard will have
committees ready to name this Thur-
sday and this will be the time to start
work to make this Lions Club year the
best ever. Lion Bill Draper wanted
Lion Elmer Beckworth to know that
Mrs. Bear Bryant is moving to Austin
and made the statement that the
reason she was moving there was that
she wanted to get as far away from
football as she could.
A frightened farmer swung his front
door open wide to let the doctor into the
house. "She's upstairs, young fella,"
the farmer said. "I'll wait down here
while you go up and see what's wrong
with her. I've always been a litUe
scared of sickness."
The young doctor, who had just
completed his internship, rushed up-
stairs. After a few minutes, he yelled
down. "Get me a screwdriver." The
farmer hurriedly found one for him.
After another minute had passed, the
doctor yelled, "Get me a hammer,"
and the puzzled farmer brought him
one.
After a few more minutes, the doc-
tor called for a chisel. The farmer
could no longer contain himself.
"What's wrong with her, Doc?"
"Oh," the doctor apologetically an-
swered, "I don't know yet. I'm still
trying to get my bag open."
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