Site hosted by Build your free website today!
Open Community
Post to this Blog
« October 2009 »
1 2 3
4 5 6 7 8 9 10
11 12 13 14 15 16 17
18 19 20 21 22 23 24
25 26 27 28 29 30 31

Post your stories
Wed, Oct 28 2009
Here's a story about H.H. Hinton from the Missourian

This story was titled "Reminiscence"


Editor, The Missourian:

In the long ago the people used to give a little "something to boot" in trade. When I was a little boy living over the hills southwest of the lovely, cultured old town of Allenville, Mo, H. H. Hinton had a store that sold everything.

Robbie Amos, a clerk, had to be able to "jump counters"  and sell different articles.  His selling came naturally and he was very well liked.

Mr. Hinton, however, was something special.  With a twinkle in his eyes he greeted customers with a friendly hand shake, swapped yarns with them and always before a customer left gave them "something to boot".  Candy, Apples, nuts placed in a poke sack.  He never boasted, but these things were found by customers on the way home.  Sometimes he would give a sack of flour, keg of sugar or an article of clothing to some harried father with a passel of youngins.  The old time drummers would also give "something to boot" when calling on stores.  Samples of dresses, coveralls, ect.  These Mr. Hinton would give to some harried widow with a passel of youngins.  These drummers were good at entertainment and once a Negro porter carrying a casket from the freight house was scared from his "livin lights" by a ventriloquist drummer.  Groans, cries, and whimpers came from the casket.  He was one of the Sides family, I believe.  He was last seen that day crossing the tracks on a run towards his home.

Mr. Golliger the "Rawleigh" man would give "something to boot" in the way of a bottle of extract or anti-pain killer.

Neighbors would help when butchering time came and always went home with fresh meat as "something to boot".

American custom long since dead, but it was a wonderful custom. It answered two purposes, a friendly gesture from one to another and also a "balm" to one's conscience if there was any doubt in ones mind that the trade was fair.

                                                     Ralph Galeener

                                                    Springfield, Missouri


What a nice story,  CRH

Posted by allenville at 6:15 PM CDT
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post
Mon, Oct 26 2009
Allenville Mo. March 4th 1872

Here's another article from the Missouri Cash-book of Jackson.

 Editor Cask-Book: You may be somewhat surprised to again see My hand writing after so long a silence.  However, My apology must be made in person at some future day.

The good people of our town seem to be doing as well, if not better than some of their neighbors in towns more remote from a great line of transfer and navigation. There seems to be greenbacks enough to run things along very smoothly here. Generally speaking, a man can always get plenty of money, if he works for it.

Some of our best citizens have been taken suddenly ill with the Texas fever, and are rapidly completing their arrangements to leave us.  We are sorry to learn that our mutual friend, Mr. T. J. Rodney, is among the number who propose making their home in the Lone Star State.  God bless, and go with him, and we trust fortune will shower down upon him her golden bounties.  His great sale of horses, cattle, farming implements, and machinery came off Saturday last at his Riverside farm, about one-half mile below town, the net proseeds of which were near three thousand dollars.  We did not interrogate him with the usual question as to when he would leave us, but took it for granted that Tom "meant business".

Between the hours of 4 and 5 o'clock in the evening when the people  were coming from the sale, and the road full of a live moving mass, a difficulty occured near or in front of Mr. R. Masterson's Saloon and the toll gate between two men named respectively, Wm. Loyd and Shain Ross. From those who saw the fracas we learn that Loyd came up behind Ross and hit him a blow that brought Ross to the ground, and then jumped on him and commenced to beating him severely about the head and face. Ross is a small statue, and Loyd just the reverse. Ross got from under him some way, being most too small a handful for such a giant to grasp.  Loyd then drew his pistol, but was promptly met and his attempt foild and he started to walk off.  In the meantime, Ross borrowed a pistol from George Meyer and as he came out of the Saloon, it went off accidently.  Loyd supposing the shot was intended for him, wheeled and fired, but missed his aim.  Whereupon Ross took delibrate aim at his antagonistand and fired, the ball lodged in Loyd's heart causing almost instant death.  The constable was soon on the spot and promptly arrested Ross and Meyer.  Loyd by this time being beyond all hope of recovery.  The Muderous affair caused intense excitement throughout our town and cummunity, and all feel much chagrined that our little place should again be the scene of such a tragedy.  Comments upon the charactar of both parties are unnecesary ;  but rumor says they are (here's a missing word).  The preliminary examination will be held today at the office of W. H. Lovelace Esq. after which we shall be able to give you particulars.

We learned that Mr. Tichenor is about to surrender Brown's Hotel to Mrs. Sandy Ross of Cape Girardeau, also that Mr. Geo. H. Lewis is about to sell his livery Stable.  Mr. Wm. Pond after settling up the business of Franklin & Co. and his own, is off tomorrow on a pleasure trip to New Orleans, and we wish him a pleasant journey.  If they take a few more of our old reliables out of Allenville we think it will be a dead goose.  Mr. Milan C. Axe, and family have removed to Marble Hill, and Mr. Axe is going to the crescent City.

Among the Hotel arrivals we noticed Farmer L. Hale with several other of our Bloomfield friends.       Truly Yours,


I hope to have more stories for you in the future.


Posted by allenville at 1:35 PM CDT
Updated: Mon, Oct 26 2009 1:43 PM CDT
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post
Sun, Oct 25 2009
Allenville Mo. June 24th 1872

Here's an article I found in a 1872 issue of the Missouri Cash Book newspaper.  I hope you enjoy it, as much as I did.

"Friend Cash-Book : As "Slocus" has become so slow, I thought I would write in his stead this week. Though there is not much news we always like to have our town represented in your paper.

 Messrs, Hinton, & Nichols have opened their new store and will sell good goods for as little money as any other counrty firm. Allenville and vicinity are organizing a courting society and no member is allowed to do any courting in day light, except on Sunday and then they have to be at "Lakeville" Church.

 Dr. Prieto has opened an Ice Cream Saloon near the depot, and is prepared to dish up first class Ice Cream and Lemonade; and if that does not suit your taste, he can give you a first class dose of good sized pills---or any other manner.

 The wife of Mr. Wm. B. O'Neal died last night about 8:00. Mrs. O'Neal was a good wife and Mother, and leaves a large family to mourn her loss.

 The I.O.G.T. in Allenville is progressing finely, and it is to be hoped will do much good in driving away intemperance, for Allenville is often visited by this unpleasant gent.

 Corn crops in this neighborhood are very promising to date.

 As this is my first, I will ask you to put up with a little, and will try and do better next time".

                                    Good night,

                                   Jim Beckworth.

I'm guessing that this is a weekly report from Allenville to the paper in Jackson Mo.


Posted by allenville at 8:06 PM CDT
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post
Sat, Oct 10 2009
A Treasure of Family History

I believe that at some point in everyone's life they dream of finding lost treasure.  Well today I did, or should I say it found me.  A few days ago I went to my computer to check my email, as I usually do each morning. To my delight I had an email inquiring about my Allenville Missouri website. The email was from Mrs. Teresa Mathis an unknown distant relative. She was about to share a family inheritance of great wealth, a priceless treasure of family jewels.  In this Treasure there were no gold coins, diamonds, or pearls for they are much more common than what she shared with me. Teresa Mathis informed me that she had my great, great, great grandmother's family bible and what seemed to be an endless list of family records that I never dreamed would still exist. My mind races thinking about the family members that had held, and read that bible. I wonder how many family member were lead to Christ from the living word of that bible. When I try to wrap my mind around the journey that that bible must have made, it's mind blowing. I believe that Teresa told me that the bible was recovered from a family barn in Texas and then for a while after that it was stored in a pumphouse before it found it's way into the caring hands of Teresa Mathis.  I find it almost ironic that the word of God survived so long in such humble quarters as a barn and a pumphouse when the very topic of the bible itself started off in a manger.

Teresa also informed me that she had three report cards from Allenville school from the late 1800's belonging to members of my Courtway family, one belonging to my great,great grandfather Charles Alexander Courtway.

What were the odds?  I probably shouldn't use the word odds because that would suggest a game of chance, and I don't believe this happened by chance.  I believe ordained is a better word.  I believe they were looking for me as much as I was looking for them.

Thank you, Teresa.



Posted by allenville at 11:16 PM CDT
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post
Wed, Mar 25 2009
Not much Allenville info lately

I haven't found much new info on old Allenville lately, but I did get a new post card that looks to be from around 1900-1920.

 The name on the card is Mr. W.D. Wilker of Allenville Missouri.  Anyone that has info on the Wilker family of Allenville please feel free to share.

This site will only grow if we work together, so all info is welcome.

If you have family from Allenville please share a story.

Thanks, CRH

Posted by allenville at 3:26 PM CDT
Updated: Wed, Mar 25 2009 3:34 PM CDT
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post
Sun, Feb 15 2009
I'm glad that people are starting to find the website

I was glad to see that I had a few emails the other day about the Allenville MO. website. My first email about the website came from Kevin Katon the Great Grandson of J.A. Withers who found the website by doing an internet search for his Great Grandfather. Kevin and I have traded several emails about the site, and the Withers family.  Kevin seems like a great person, and I'm glad I got the chance to meet him.

My second email came from Roger Amos, he's someone that grew up in Allenville, and that I've known for years.  Roger's family, like mine, has been in Allenville since it was founded. There's also a member of Roger's family in the Allenville biography section of the website.  Roger's Mother (Mary Alice Amos) was a very nice lady that was a servant of the Lord at the Allenville Baptist church for many years.  I still have a card that she sent me after I visited the church once.

I think what makes this site worth while is when I get to hear from the people that grew up in Allenville, or that had family from Allenville.  I'm really glad that I decided to do this website.

 Thanks to Roger and Kevin for the emails.


Posted by allenville at 6:51 PM CST
Updated: Mon, Feb 16 2009 8:51 PM CST
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post
Thu, Jan 22 2009
Grandma & Grandpa Thompson

I wonder what my grandparents would have thought of this website? Something tells me that they would have really liked it.

I can't help but think of the stories that I missed out on from their lips. My grandpa, Harry Alexander Thompson was born 1916 in Allenville, MO, and passed away April 8, 1973 when I was only 5 years old. I can only remember one thing about grandpa, and that was how he used to pick me up when I came over to his house and rub my face all over his wiskers, and man he had the hardest wiskers on earth.

I wish he could have lived longer so we could have got to know each other better.  I can only imagine the things we would have talked about and the stories he could have shared with me.

My grandma was Dorothy Lee (Davenport) Thompson. She was born December 28, 1920 at Gravel Hill, MO. She and Grandpa were married June 28, 1941.  Grandma passed away March 21, 2008. Grandma had been sick for some time, and I was unable to carry on a conversation with her for many years.  I do however remember staying with her when I was very young and she would send me to the store which was about 25 yards from her home, but it would make me feel so big that I could go to the store for grandma, of course she would call them when I was on my way and let them know I was coming, but I didn't know it at the time.

I just wanted to share a little bit about my grandparents, and honor them because without them there wouldn't have been an Allenville, MO website, because I would have never been born. Even though I wish we would have had more time together, I thank the Lord for the time we did have.

This website was for you too, and I miss you both.



Posted by allenville at 12:01 AM CST
Updated: Thu, Jan 22 2009 8:42 PM CST
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post
Tue, Jan 13 2009
Spending the day with an angel.

What a blessing I received today.  It was my pleasure to speak with the 90 year young daughter of H.H. Hinton for about an hour. She is one of the sweetest ladies that I have ever met.

 We talked about the town of Allenville as she remembered it, which was very nice as there's not much left of the town today.  She shared with me the location of many of the stores and other businesses including the location of Withers Distillery which is one of my favorite topics when it comes to Allenville. We also talked about my grandfather whom she went to school with as a child.

She shared things with me that I would never be able to find out anywhere else, such as the location where the boys played baseball in early Allenville, who else would know that?

I will just close by saying thank you to this sweet lady who in one hour gave me a decade of early Allenville

May God bless you and your family,


Posted by allenville at 7:37 PM CST
Updated: Tue, Jan 13 2009 11:02 PM CST
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post
Fri, Jan 9 2009
Starting this website was a double blessing.

When I started this website I was hoping to find some pictures, and stories to help tell the the history of Allenville MO, but early on in this venture I found those things, and much more.

One night while searching the net I found the email of a man who seemed to have some information of one of the most influential families of Allenville. So, I thought to myself, it might be worth while to contact this gentleman. I can only say that I'm so thankful that I sent that email.

From the email that I sent I met Ken Soper and the Allenville site began to grow. Come to find out Ken was the grandson of H.H. Hinton, and he introduced me to his couisn Carolyn Klueppel. Between the two of them I have received a priceless treasure of Allenville pictures and stories.  They are wonderful people, and as Ken and I spent more time talking we came to find out that we were distant cousins by the marriage of Mary Hinton to my great great uncle Joseph Courtway, and as if that wasn't enough. I found out through Ken that the 90 year old Daughter of H.H. Hinton, is living in my home town only 4 blocks from my home. I spoke with her on the phone today and have plans to meet with her next week.

Thanks to Ken and Carolyn for being wonderful people, and a great help in building the Allenville MO. website.

It truly is a small world.

Thanks again, CRH.

Posted by allenville at 5:19 PM CST
Updated: Tue, Jan 13 2009 11:04 PM CST
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post
Wed, Dec 31 2008
The Tank Slough
Topic: Stories

The Tank Slough was the perfect get away for a young boy. If you walked the railroad tracks towards Whitewater for about 1 mile you would reach the Tank Slough on the left side of the tracks. It got it's name because there used to be a railroad water tank at the location. I can't even count the times I have camped out there.  It was the prefect place to hide out as a young boy.  It was a good hunting and fishing spot, and all the privacy a kid could stand. My favorite thing about the Slough was the bass fishing. It had some big bass in it, and it looked like something out of a Tarzan movie. It had huge lily pads and vines hanging everwhere, so even when the fish weren't biting it was still a sight to behold.

The old slough reminded me of the land that time forgot because it wasn't only the bass that were big. This little swamp had some of the most prehistoric snakes and turtles that I have ever seen. I'll never forget the time that a group of us boys were walking home after camping out at the slough. With every few steps we would take somebody would shout, "snake!" trying to scare the others. As we reached the top of the railroad tracks I saw the biggest snake that I had ever seen outside of a zoo.  This thing was huge.  It's head was on one of the rails of the tracks and it's body went down the side of the tracks and vanished into the weeds. As soon as I saw it, I said "look at the size of that snake", but nobody even flinched because we had been joking about snakes all morning. When no one reacted, I said "really guys, look at that snake", and when they did, everybody freaked out!  I'm not kidding, I believe that the snake was atleast 8 feet long (could have been bigger) and as big around as a good size leg.  I didn't want to get close to it, but my step brother Scott thought we needed to kill it and take it home to show everyone, because nobody was going to believe us when we told then how big it was. 

Any other time we would have had a shotgun, but this time all we had was a shovel and fishing poles. So, Scott got close enough to try and hit it on the head with the shovel. He raised the shovel over his head and came down with  great force missing the snake and breaking our good shovel on the rail of the tracks. The Missouri Anaconda raised it's oversized head gave us a dirty look and slid off into the Tank Slough Badlands never to be seen again.  Now, we had no snake and no shovel. I guess the moral of this story is, let sleeping snakes lie.

P.S.  Happy New Year everybody!  it's now 2009



Posted by allenville at 11:26 PM CST
Updated: Sun, Jan 4 2009 3:40 PM CST
Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post

Newer | Latest | Older