I was shopping with Jackie in one of the department
stores in Denton a couple of weeks ago. As we were leaving the store,
someone walked up to me and gently tapped my right shoulder. When I
experience this type of greeting, I always know I am in for a great
surprise.
Sure enough, I was surprised to look up and see Johnny
Button standing there. Johnny was one of Red and Clara Button’s sons.
They lived to the west of my house on the next block over. Red’s
mother and father lived one block to the north on Hill Street. We
referred to this house as the Old Button house for a quick reference
to the place where they lived.
I remember Johnny as a teenager. George Button and his
dear wife were homey couple who greeted everyone with southern
hospitality.
Jackie and I, with our two oldest daughters, moved to
Aubrey in 1957, from Muenster, after I obtained a job in Dallas. We
moved into my grandparents old family home. My Dad made the
arrangements for us to live in the old family home.
I knew all of the neighbors in the area. Mr. and Mrs.
George Button could sit and visit for hours talking, laughing, and
telling some old funny yarns that were so popular back during that
time.
George Button’s parents were involved with the stage
coach station that was located on top of Zilla Boy Mountain. All that
remains of the old station are the native iron stone rocks where they
lived and operated the livery stable which was designed to welcome
incoming and outgoing passengers.
There was another stop in Pilot Point. After stopping
at the Zilla Boy Station, and going out west on the old wire road,
which is what it was called back then, they stopped again in the
Bolivar area. That was the general schedule of the stage coach. The
stops gave the lady passengers a time to freshen up for the journey
between stops. Mr. and Mrs. Button (Red’s Grandparents) provided food
and resting quarters for the travelers.
When the newly arriving stage came to the stop, the
wheels and coach were inspected to determine if they needed repairs.
If the coach required repair, the coach was switched out, and the
stage was then sent off with as little time wasted as possible. Fresh
rested horses were exchanged with the tired horses, so they could
travel to the next stop.
Time was important to the stage coach workers. The
passengers were trying to make a quick trip through the hostile Indian
Territory. Many times the trip could become dangerous, but generally
they were secure.
From the east coast, the stage coaches were spaced out
all of the way to St. Louis, Missouri. The stage coach traveled from
St. Louis to the Indian Territory in Oklahoma, and through the Zilla
Boy Mountain on into California. The Butterfield Stage coach came
through Onega for a short period during the time of the Civil War as
it made its way to the Denton Square. The coach came through Onega
about twenty years before the name was changed to Aubrey. It stopped
close to where the old steel water tower was located from 1938 to the
1990's.
George Button’s family first settled at Little Elm
before the stage coach adventure which took place in the late 1850's
and through the 1860's. It proved to be a valuable asset during the
time of the Civil War, especially when the coaches transported the
mail.
The old Button house in the 500 block of Hill Street
had been a livery stable at one time before the Button’s resided in
the old Victorian house.
As I mentioned earlier, Mr. and Mrs. George Button
were real talkers. They could hold your attention for long periods of
time. I found that making tape recordings back during that time were
especially helpful in keeping to the memory of the many visits to
their home.
The Button home and stagecoach livery stable and
passenger rest stop was partially in existence until the 1960's. Down
the mountain and on to the old skeleton bridge was the road that was
referred to as the old wire road.
Bill Falzett and his family built their home about 200
yards from the old stagecoach livery stable where the rocks are piled
up in the new Butterfield State addition that has been platted for
future homesites.