It Begins .... Updated June 6.
Jimbob found himself with less free time than he had the day before. What was the cause of his loss of free time was box that he had set down before him that contained the leftovers of his granddaddy's journalistic life. Elmer and his Wife Evelyn, not Jimbob's grandmother, had raised Jimbob after his parents died shortly after he was born. Elmer's estate had finally been settled with Jimbob receiving the artifacts. of Elmer's travels. The container that was delivered by FedEx was one of those cardboard types with the built-in folding handles and was marked "DELIVER TO ADDRESSEE ONLY." Noted on the outside also was the declaration N.O.I.B.N., which from my his retails days he knew that it stands for “Not Otherwise Identifiable By Name. Upon opening the box, he discovered an assortment of artifacts. Photos of what appeared to be a Bar maid, Western Union telegrams, battered journals, notes,a well used Colt model 1911 .45, and even a piece of Sycamore tree bark. A lot of history.
Assembling a historical story is much like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, you need to find the right pieces and put them together in the right order, hope that you’re not missing any of them, and then check to make sure that some pieces from another puzzles didn’t wander on over. Sometimes the outcome of assembling this puzzle is a mixture of mostly the truth with small amounts of hearsay and legend thrown in. Those historical contents would take Jimbob on a journey across south central Kentucky and even into Tennessee as he traced his Granddaddy's adventures. As Elmer did before him, Jimbob would also have missteps along the way.
is late Spring in Kentucky, and soon nature will flip the switch from
warm to broil. Elm could already sense the sweat sliding down his
back like some hot snake. There have been just as many days with
rains as without in this year of 1921. Fire season come Fall will not
be as disastrous as last year's. Elmer Baird was situated in the
middle part of the Commonwealth, about one hundred and forty miles west of the Appalachian coalfields. Bluegrass and race horses lay to
the north about the same distance give or take just a few feet.
Elmer is a type of newspaperman known as a stringer. Stringers don't
Although the use of
telephones is rapidly growing in the cities, his assignments mostly
still came by way of telegrams. Elmer even carried with him his own
portable telegraph key that he could press into use along the lines
if need be. He had served in the US Army Signal Corps during the great war, and getting his messages to hitch a ride on the lines was an easy task for him.
His key would become a necessity when he arrived at the Ole Mule Country Store which is owned by Melvin, a long time friend of Elmer's. The store is in the area known as the Barrens, so called due to its lack of shrubbery or trees. For
miles the landscape is grass, limestone bluffs, little topsoil, the
odd sycamore tree, a few creeks and a river that cottonwood trees
clung to much like ants on a honey trail.
When they arrive at the store, both Elmer and his mare are hot, thirsty and tired. The mare is handed over to Melvin's helper to be attended to and Elmer proceeds to the entrance of Melvin's place of business. Along with being a Post Office and Western Union telegraph station, the Ole Mule also is the cornerstone of gossip for Barren and surrounding counties. Much valuable information can be gotten here just by asking a couple of questions, stepping back and letting the talkers talk.On his way up the steps to the entrance of the country store he spotted what appeared to be a half naked man sitting in the far corner of the porch. Walking closer he noticed that the man looked like a Chinese Sumo wrestler who had removed his shirt in an attempt to cool off from the heat.
Elmer's horse is tied up to a limb on a sycamore tree not too far from where he has decided to make his bed for the night. While gathering his firewood he had seen the tracks of a Cougar, prudence would declare that his current mode of transportation not become a meal for some vicious feline.