Group #-02-Letters
published in the 1980s
by Edna Drexler


After my aunt, Ruth Komis, died in the fall of 2002, I found that she had collected and pasted so now very faded news clippings from the The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO, and pasted them on pages which she was keeping writings of her mother, Edna Drexler.
These documents are very difficult to read because they are so faded.
However, I have been retyping them into documents and making them available to other family members by posting them on this Internet page.
Many include memories from the very early 1900s of Scott City.
Submitted by Donald L Williams Poster-#-25-



Group #-02-Letters published in the 1980s by Edna Drexler

  • Early Days

    Edna Drexler

     

    The town was Edna, Missouri. This was the first name given to the town now called Scott City. The name of Edna was given to honor the granddaughter of a pioneer citizen. However, the name of Edna soon gave way to Fornfelt because of a mail problem.

    All the mail kept going to Edina, Missouri. Then Fornfelt became the name of the town to honor a resident family of that time. Fornfelt in recent times has become Scott City.

     

    It is interesting to note that the first school was held in the city hall. The first eight grades were taught. Miss Lois Williams was the very first teacher. This first teacher is known now as Mrs. Grover Smith. She is now in her nineties.

     

    A nice new brick school house was built later. The new school was built upon a hill about four blocks from the new Scott City Bank. Eight grades were taught in this school for many years.

     

    In the early days of Scott City the first high school was located north of the Cottonbelt Roundhouse and the railroad yards. This high school was used until recently when a new high school was built west of Scott City.

     

    If you remember some of the western movies on television of the early days, you would get a rather good picture of how it was in the towns. Many tough characters came and the law men were busy maintaining the laws.

     

    As I recall the first church in Scott City was built on a hill. It was a little white frame building. The location of this church was north of the Broadway Methodist Church, which was built to replace the old church.

     

     

     


    Letter to the Editor

    The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754

     

    Dear Editor,

     

    The Fourth of July has always been a great outdoor holiday. It is a day when people want to picnic in the park, play baseball, swim, dance and eat plenty of good food. People liked to celebrate the same way years ago.

    I remember the picnics that the Scott County Farmers’ organizations had at the old courthouse grounds at Commerce. The county seat had been moved to Benton and this location was ideal for picnics.

    There were may activities for people to enjoy and they came from all parts of the county for the big celebration. Some men and womn who spread qulits under the cool shade trees for the babies to play had a good social time talking. Sometimes in the big field nearby there would be horse racing. Everybody in those days were interested in horses and especially the fast ones.

    I was in a horse race once – but it was not intentional nor by choice. My family had a spirited young mare reported to have trained for the track but we used her for a buggy horse. We loved her very much. She could run fast – this I knew.

    One day I went horseback riding on her and stopped and picked up my girlfriend who rode behind me. We rode for a while and then my friend got off the horse. I was still on the horse when it happened.

    A young man, whom I knew, came riding down the road on his very fast horse and when the horse was even with my horse began to race with the other horse. We were going at a very fast gait when my saddle loosened and I fell to the side of the road. I was stunned and barely knew what happened, but when I looked up there was my horse standing there with her head on me. She had come back.

    The other ride saw what had happened and he tied his horse and ran back to see how I was. I was not hurt so he fixed my saddle more securely and I got back on the horse and went home. I never told anyone – not even my family what had happened. Many times since I thought how tragic it could have been.

     

    Sincerely

    Edna Drexler

     


    Dear Editor:

     

    Happy New Year!

     

    It was a joyous crowd of partygoers that rang the school bell loudly at the first New Year’s party ever held in Fornfelt (Scott City) to welcome in the New Year of 1907. The party was held in a new school building.

    The school building was on the west side of town. The principal and his wife lived in two rooms upstairs in the school. In these early days there were not many pupils so only two teachers were needed to teach the classes downstairs. The principal who came from Charleston, taught the upper grades and an older woman, from Jackson, taught the lower grades. In later years the school had many pupils and became the grade school that the people of the town were proud of for excellence of teaching and achievement.

    At this time, New Year’s Eve, the principal and his wife had invited all the young married couples and a “grass widow” to a party. There was music and dancing. The musicians with a guitar and violin furnished some lively music. It was called old-fashioned fiddle tunes. There was a popular new dance called the Two-Step that everyone was dancing. The “grass widow” was cheered by watching her friends .dancing the two-step.

    At midnight everyone stopped dancing and went to ring the big new school bell. The bell had not been permanently installed but the problem was soon solved and the bell was rung loudly and clearly for all to hear that the New Year had arrived. The party was over and about 1 a.m. everyone went home with the hopes that the new year would be better for everyone.

     

    Sincerely,

    Edna Drexler

     



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