Unknown User Horace Owen was the sheriff of Lea County. He was over 6 foot, with broad shoulders and long legs. He was also a calf roper and team roped with my Daddy every Friday and Saturday night. He rode a big buckskin stallion and often would reach down and snatch me into the saddle with him. We would ride around between rounds and just chat with folks. I really had a big crush on him when he was 30, and I was 5. He called me George just like Daddy did, and never called me a 'lil ole girl' or a girl sissy like some of the younger boys did.I was no sissy and certainly never wanted to be., I realize now that it was because I would fight at the drop of a hat that they kept up the teasing. Sheriff Owen was a lawman of extroidinary judgement and honor. Always the gentleman, and always with a big grin on his face. He excelled at sheriffing as he did at roping and everything else he did. There was the boy who stole horses. Barely ten years old, with freckles a sad face, and ragged pants, that child was very good at what he did. What he did was steal horses. Not just any old nag, no sirree, he stole the best roping and trick horses in the county. THe only clues he left at the barns were his footprints in the sand. I came to know about this boy when my Daddy's big black stallion disappeared one night from his corral. Daddy went right in when he discovered the loss and ask Sheriff Owen to look for Prince. Sheriff Owen just shook his head, and said " Come on Red.I know where he must be.. Mrs.Price's boy seems to be stealing about one horse every other day. Prince is the 6th one. It has come to a point where I have to put a stop to this theiving." Well they got into the new 1946 Ford four door sedan police car and drove over to the Price place. Now Mrs Price was a widow with five boys and Jeffry was the oldest. She kept body and soul together taking in washing and ironing and cleaning an occasional house. THere was never enough money for necessities, much less non essentials like house paint or glass for broken windows. Jeffry helped out as much as he could by doing small jobs and watching the younger boys while his mom worked. As they drove up to the Price place, there stood Prince, tied to a tree. The remains of some apples lay on the ground near his front feet. He nickered when my Daddy got out of the car and never took his eyes off him. Prince definitely wanted to go home. Mrs Price, wiping her hands on her faded apron stepped out in the yard. " Sheriff, I was going into town to tell you about this one, but my youngest boy is down with the fever" Sherrif Owen saw Jeffry standing in the doorway and he beconed hoim to come there. Sheriff Owen , with a stern look on his face said " Jeffry, Red here is taking his horse back right now. And you have to go to town with me, get into the car." "Mrs. Price, don't worry. We are going to get this straightened out and Jeffry will be back in a little bit." With fear on her face, she agreed to let him go. Sheriff Owen never said a word all the way back to the little building where his office was, next door to to Prichard's Drugstore. Jeffry was too big to cry, but his lips trembled in sadness and fear.He hoped when he told the sheriff why the horse theiving was going on that the sheriff would listen. BUt that wasn't likely to happen. He was guilty so he would just be put into jail. When they stopped the car in front of the office, Sheriff Owen said " Here we are Jeffry. I am a little dry from all this sheriffing. How about a soda in Prichard's?" Jeffry could only nod his head in agreement.He had never been to a soda fountain before. Rich kids got sodas, and he shore was not a rich kid. He tagged along behind the sheriff and felt a bit better about his current situation. "Sarah, give Jeffry and me one of those chocolate sodas, and make them the big 15 cents size. We have some business to take care of and may be here for awhile. " "All right , Jeffry, why?" he drawled. Jeffry knotted his hands into fists on his lap, raised his head and looked the Sheriff right in the eye and said " Well sir, We live a good piece away from anyone and my brothers dont have no toys. There is just so much playing the little ones can do with nothing but sand , rocks and some mesquite trees. And, well, I need a friend. If we had a horse, the little ones could ride him, and I could talk to him whenever I was lonesome or scared.I know it was wrong to steal , and I might go to hell for it after I spend a long time in your jail, but I just had to borrow those horses. I always meant to take them back, but you kept coming aftr them. I dont rightly think that is fair of you either." With a somber look on his face, but tears in his eyes that tough New Mexico lawman decided right there to do some rough justice. "Jeffry, we have to take you to court. THe judge is going to sentence you, but I dont know if it will be to jail or not. You sit right here while I make a few calls to set up court. " Jeffry finished his soda, and tried to rake up enough brave to get him through what ever was coming. Sheriff Owen took him home and told him to be ready for court by 8:30 the next morning. Then heAsk Mrs Price to come out in the yard. They talked for a bit, and the Sheriff drove off. At 8:30 Mrs Price and Jeffry entered the Court of Judge Stanley Earl. THey sat quietly awaiting Jeffry's fate. Sheriff Owen, JAmes Click ( who had had his horse stolen by Jeffry} and my Daddy entered the court room. About that time the Judge took his seat. The judge peered down and said "Jeffry Price. How do you plead to two counts of horse theiving?" Jeffry looked up at his mother who said" Tell him you did it Jeffry. Tell the judge you are guilty". He looked the judge right in the eye and said, " Judge,I did take those horses, so I am guilty. I am sorry I took them.I wont do it again ." The judge looked athe sheriff and asked him if he had anything to say about the sentencing of this guilty young fellow," " Well, your honor, Jerry, Red and I sort of got together and we figured out what we think is justice. See, We know why Jeffry took these horses, and while we dont think it ie ever right to steal, we do understand. So, we suggest, Your Honor, that Jeffry be sentenced to six months of work, after school and a half day on Saturdays for either Jerry or Red. We also want him sentenced to take very good care of John Austin's retired roping horse. I believe that horse is in Jeffry's yard right now with the hay that six months od work will pay for. in case he doesnt take care of old blacky, well your honor ,I want to pick him up again, And next tiem we wont be understanding " The gavel slammed down on the desk and the judge said " So Ordered. Now go home and this one boy crime wave had better not happen again" It did not.
Sep 20, 2003 · posted to the surname Owen
Unknown User Somewhere in South Carolina, before 1870, there was a sweet lady, who had a lily blooming in her yard. This lady had a sweet daughter , whose name we do not know, that decided to marry a handsome black-haired, brown eyed man, and seek her fortune in Tennessee. She was so pleased to have this lily that she took it with her to her new home in Tennessee, where she planted it by her front door. Every time it bloomed, the sweet fragrance called to her and spoke of the love her mother had sent with her forever. Nettie was the name of one of the daughters of this home. This little girl grew up knowing one day, she would have a lily from the same plant for her own front door. When she smelled its perfume, she knew that at least two generations of women loved her. Nettie’s family then moved to become pioneers in Texas, where in Hunt County she married a handsome, brown eyed man with hair like a raven’s wing. Their home in Grayson County had the lily blooming at the front door of the home where some of their children were born. It was determined that Indian Territory would be a better place to rear their growing family, so William and Nettie Mathis/Mathews Mitchell moved to Aylesworth, IT. And at the door, the lovingly transported lily was planted. Nettie had two daughters, Annie and Myrtle May. When each of them married a lily was given to them to grow by their front doors, and no matter how far away from home they were, even though Nettie died in 1911, each time the lily bloomed, they would know they were loved. All too soon, both girls were grown and married. And at first, both of their lilies bloomed in Oklahoma. Then Myrtle Amy and her husband moved to Lubbock, where the lily bloomed in the dry dust of west Texas. Five years the lily bloomed, and flourished, and then the time came to move again. This time Myrtle May had her own daughters. In the soft sand of Hobbs, NM with the smell of oil in the air, planted outside of a tent, was the first place I saw the lily. The tent door belonged to my grandmother, Myrtle May Mitchell Owen. My mother , Lillie May Owen Chester took her lily and planted it beside her front door. So many years later, the lily was moved to my front yard. And though all the women that had the lily before me had long since been dead, I know I have been loved every time the lily blooms. It smells like Mother, and home. I, now a Guthrie, have shared this lily with descendants of Nettie and it blooms now in six states, as well as in my front yard, not too many miles from Nettie’s home in Aylesworth. The lily is a Crinum X Herbertii or the wine and milk lily, which because of the research of our mutual cousin, Eva Mitchell Murphy, we know the name of it, and the origin of it in this country in NC and SC.
Dec 01, 2002 · posted to the surname Mitchell
Unknown User Once upon a very long time ago, it was 1925 in Ralls Texas. There were cotton fields there, and Mitchells and Owens to pick it. The littlest of these was Myrtle May Mitchell Owen's little daughter, Lillie May. All week she picked cotton or pulled bolls dragging the 4 foot long, half cotton sack behind her. The day started as soon as the sun started drying up the dew and ended when it was too dark to see. It was hot, dry and dusty. Her skin burned and sometimes her thirst was like a living animal gnawing at her throat and belly. Stopping for lunch meant sitting in the shadow of the wagon, eating a cold biscuit with mustard, washing it down with water, tepid, and sometimes muddy. Walking home at night was so hard if you were as small and tired as she always was. Any money she made went to her father to help support the family. On Saturday she was given a nickel to go to the store and buy glorious things like Cracker Jacks ( that she called pop jacks), penny candy and maybe a sodypop. That Saturday her 6 year old heart took turns pounding, quivering in excitement and wildly beating in her chest. Her big brothers had traded her nickel for a dime. It was the most money she had ever had to spend, ever. Visions of cotton candy, popjacks, penny candy danced in her head as her mother braided her waist length hair. Maybe she could even buy one of the small frozen charlotte dolls to carry in her pocket. The possibilities were like bees dripping sweet honey into her mind. Down the road she skipped, singing her favorite hymn about angels. Yes, a frozen charlotte could live in her pockets both in the fields and on Sundays in church. No one would know, and she would be able to secretly rub the smooth , cool bisque and feel good. She had never had a doll of any kind before. She kept skipping toward the store, trying to decide if the doll would have blond or brown hair. Mr. Gilmore always acted glad to see Lillie. She was a polite little girl who was pleasant for a storekeeper to serve. He set the CrackerJacks and 2 pieces of penny candy on the counter, She was looking longingly at the foot tall doll with the dolly face and white dressing gown,. For a year she had stared at that doll, and he knew her heart desired that special doll, but alas, it was a very expensive one and he could not afford to just give it away. Finally she pointed to the frozen Charlotte with the bright yellow hair, and he took her dime, handed her the doll, put her Cracker Jacks and candy in a little sack , and smiled at her. She smiled and said she would be back next week. She was walking slowly along side the road just where the big cottonwood trees grew when 3 boys jumped out of the brush and made a sort of ring around her, She knew them as bullies who hit and beat people up. She clutched her doll and candy tighter and said nothing, but her fear was not hidden. They teased her, taunted her, kept snatching her doll away, throwing it into the dust and laughing. Tears down her face was inevitable, and that spurred on their meanness. They tossed the doll once more, and it fell against a rock, the neck breaking inro a jagged edge, the head rolling a bit away. Another of them started pelting her with her Cracker Jacks and they all laughed when she flew at them with fists punching. No one heard or saw the 16 year old cowboy who quietly rode upon this scene. He stopped his horse and inquired at to what the boys were doing. They of course were ready to fight him too because they had him outnumbered. He rode over to Lillie and leaned down, He caught her hand and swung her up behind him on the saddle. He untied a 16 foot long bullwhip that had been lightly slung on the side of his saddle. He began to cut the shirts off the boys without touching their skin. He put holes in their hats. He lightly wrapped his whip around their boots and pulled them off balance so badly they fell to the ground. They had no bruises, no blood but a healthy fear by this time. They had had no way of knowing this young man was a trick roper, rider and bullwhip artist with a big wild west show up in Oklahoma. Finally he had them tell him where they lived , because he reckoned their pa's would want to know about the brave boys they were. He turned his big black stud smartly around and went back to the store. In the store he bought her cracker Jacks, and candy, and the other frozen charlotte doll. Then he saw her looking at the doll with the dolly face and the dressing gown. He asked Mr.Gilmore to wrap it up for him. On the way to taking her home, they talked about her life and his. She told him about the cotton patch , and he related funny tales about the Wild west show. Then he told her about his little sister just a bit older than Lillie. He carefully lowered her to the ground with her candy and popjacks,with Charlotte in her pocket. Then he handed her the dolly faced doll and said. “ Keep this for me until I see you again., Play with her and pretend you are playing with my little sister” Then he rode away. That would just be a nice story had it ended there. But for 15 years Lillie dreamed of that young man on the big black horse. When things made her sad, or fearful, she imagined him riding up to make it ok. Came the day she was working in the kitchen of the ranch house of the Circle CC down New Mexico way, and very sad because of her boyfriend left her, her father was dying and her mother was ill .She was sole support of her mother and the two younger siblings. Tears often mixed with the dishwater and desperation had set in. Inda, the boss's wife called to her to go tell the new foreman that she wanted him to come up for dinner. Lillie went down to the corral where the men were working with horses and ask to speak with the foreman. A tall, blue eyed , red haired vaguely familiar man came over to her, took his hat off and said “ I am the foreman here. My name is “Red Chester, how can I help you Mam?” She delivered the message and hurried back to the house. That afternoon while preparing dinner, she kept thinking and trying to remember what it was about that man that seemed familiar. It niggled at her mind and played with her brain. Just before dinnertime, she went out onto the back porch to take a damp mop out to dry. He just then came riding up like the wind on that very same black stud, Like lightening she recognized her savior from so long ago. After dinner had been served, and the family retired to the parlor, she went to her room and carefully removed a dolly faced doll from its cardboard box lined with tissue paper. Shyly she waited for him to come through the kitchen to go back to his quarters. When he started to leave, she picked the doll up off the chair and handed it to him. She said “ please take this to your sister, it is her turn to play with it” Two weeks later they were married, and for the next 45 years kept the doll on a shelf in the living room. I know, because this is how my parents met.
Jan 27, 2003 · posted to the surname Mitchell
Unknown User Could you tell me which Owen family ? I may have a picture of this couple but cant be sure. IS there a date? My owen family were in Oklahoma too
Sep 20, 2003 · posted to the photo Unknown Purcell couple