Since the deadline for getting my
story ready for The Town Charter at this time last week, I can
report that I am very surprised at the many comments that I have
received about the tornado I described last week. I am going to
continue with more this week. My Mother, Reina Jones, was the newlywed
bride of Jim Goin, my father, who was in the army at the time of the
storm. My Mother was outside a few hundred feet away from the
Methodist Church building which was a wooden structure and only about
32 years old and was within a matter of minutes made into this vast
pile of splinters. My uncle, Ed Jones, was a photographer at this time
and caught the destruction as it appeared on the morning of April 19,
1918.I don’t have a system for logging in the different people and
their comments, but I am getting enough responses that I think it
would be worthwhile to develop a system of documenting facts that are
brought to my attention from so many of the descendants of this local
Onega Heritage. I have found myself looking for a way to simplify the
facts storage system. The amazing thing is that there is plenty of
information out there concerning Aubrey’s past as it is so closely
related to the living conditions and conversations and photography
that occurred well more than one hundred and fifty years ago.
I have tried to visualize in my mind what the people were thinking
when they entered the light colored and near white soil of this area
as they came over the black prairie just ten miles to our east. I am
content to believe that the Native Americans that were calling
themselves Black Dutch were settling on the fact that the white sandy
conditions were a good reason for us to call ourselves Onega, which I
have mentioned meant the color of white in the Cherokee language.
These Black Dutch and what few stayed with their Cherokee identity
were also content in calling the area Onega.
I start mentioning families that were in this area and descending
from these early day settlers, and I begin to say to myself, "Bouncer,
you had better get busy because the metroplex is moving to Onega and
time is running short to get facts together, as just about five miles
to our south, the area which was once farming and peanut land is now
becoming four lane highways (and these highways are 20 years behind in
development), and Sandtown which is a part of the original Onega area
is now about to be cut up into subdivisions."
The Methodist church was designed to look somewhat like the
original Methodist church on Lamar Street in Dallas. The people who
were involved in the architecture of this church were from the Dallas
church.
The Aubrey Argus, the local newspaper that covered the
storm, reported. A mass meeting was called by the Baptist Church on
Wednesday night for the purpose of raising finances for the relief of
those who were made homeless by the storm on Sunday night.
I was talking with Corrine Adcock (who is 90 years old) this
morning and is very attentive and studious when it comes to talking
about her grandparents when they lived on the west side of Elm Creek.
She said that she remembered the damage of the storm because her
family always came into Aubrey to do their shopping. She was only
eight years old when she saw the town in its ruins.
Today you can see the photo of the building of the Methodist Church
as Uncle Ed saw it. This building in a few minutes of a natural
disaster was destroyed into splinters as was told to us by children by
my Mother and her sister Mae Caddell who lived just down the street
from the church. In the photo, to the north of the ruins is Dr.Bates
home which escaped the storm and looks then as it does today.
One of the commenting readers who is a son of an early day preacher
came in and said, "You don’t outguess the power of the Almighty."
A descendant of the Hollar family came in to see me and was
interested in getting information about his family, Dallas and Ophelia
Hollar. I have a little information about this family and will be
working to update my filing system on his family.
Alta Pate is also helping me to compile information about her
family.
A daughter of Henry Byrom came in and bought six copies of The
Town Charter with a story about Oscar Byrom some time last year. I
also plan to obtain and share more information about this family. This
family dates back to 1828 in this area. That is a remarkable history
of a family being in this area that long. J.H. and Ruby Byrom are
nearing their nineties and are very alert and in mind. J.H. had been
in the hospital and spent about four weeks two different times. When
he got out of the hospital, he drove by and his son David asked me to
come out to the car to visit with him in the car.
The Cagle descendants are planning to provide a place on the top of
Cagle Hill for the Texas and local Cherokee tribe to meet for an
annual Heritage Day Celebration. I have asked our Chief Hicks, to
contribute a little bit with some valuable history or our area.
So, we can look forward in the coming new year for many adventures
that will come our way and we can also take this time to wish everyone
mentioned and not mentioned alike to have a very merry Christmas and
the best of good health to everyone as we watch for old news that
suddenly becomes new news.