In 1828, a young single man and a
friend came with their packs and settled in an area to the west of
where Jacksboro and Throckmorton are now located. I don’t know the
name of the friend, but one of the young men was J.H. Byrom’s
great-grandfather.
During this period of early travelers, there were no
Texas counties and the entire area of the state of Texas was under the
rule of Spain. Very few protestant preachers had endeavored to spread
the Christian doctrine in this area. If they did spread Christianity
and were caught, they were executed by the Spanish government.
The two traveling cowboys without any guesswork on our
parts were required to use guns, rifles and dogs to blaze their way
through the Comanche and Apache native lands. Despite what historians
of our area have recorded the adventures of these two cowboys are not
recorded in the local history, but the Byrom family has recorded many
events of history that were just simply ignored and not recorded as a
part of our area’s history.
The great-grandfather most certainly had a method of
communicating with the so-called savage natives. There is no doubt
that they confronted each other as the two cowboys from Tennessee made
friends on their journey as they were deciding where to settle so they
could bring their family members out west.
It was during this 1828 trip that the two cowboys made
their way back to what was later called Sandtown. They settled near
the area around Blue Ridge which is a few miles southeast of Aubrey.
Last week our area lost a good man in the death of J.H.
Byrom. He has been a friend all of my life. He was a friend to my
family, and he recalls with pleasure when he and my oldest brother
James were young men (J.H. and James were fifteen years older than
me). They both talked at great length about how they taught me to
walk. They thought that I would never accomplish the walking
experience. They continued their steady teaching throughout my life
and until two weeks ago. I visited with J.H., two weeks ago when he
was very sick. He wanted to know how I was coming with my surgery and
dialysis – he was still keeping up with me and my health status.
I will miss J.H. Byron who loved to tell me stories –
and he has told many stories about his grandfather. His grandfather
taught the local Cherokees how to build barns and houses. This
information is not recorded by local historians, because they were not
close enough to the actual people who made history.
J.H. was a genuinely honest and plain spoken man, and
it wasn’t difficult to understand what he was talking about whether it
be religion or politics. He was easy and interesting to listen to
whether he was talking about current events or previous years’ events.
I always found him to be very knowledgeable and he studied out what he
was going to tell you.
I have mentioned how J.H. Byrom’s grandfather bought
the first steam engine to the area., He bought it in Dallas. It
required several days to drive it to the Onega area. The steam engine
was used to harvest grain and power the Bryom’s cotton gin that was
located in the Blue Ridge community.