At Amarillo we left Interstate 40 and headed southeast on US 287. Shortly after that, we started seeing acres of cotton plants. All I could think of is yards of quilt fabric.
We stopped at a roadside rest near Medicine Mounds.
Very clean and modern. This is near the town of Quanah which brought to mind the story of Cynthia Ann Parker, who was kidnapped by Indians in 1836 when she was 9 years old. I am undecided as to whether her story is truly a sad one or not. Read it and let me know what you think.
We’re on our way to Montague County (pronounced Mon-tegg) to do some genealogical research. The Husband’s great-great grandfather Spencer Stout lived here for a while and is supposedly buried here. His mother Eveline Maurine Witt Stout, who lived to be 97, also died and is buried here.
The Montague County Courthouse was built in 1912.
This chute is apparently still used as a fire escape. TH has told me about a similar system that was used in Lincoln School where he attended kindergarten through fifth grades in Centerville, IA. That one, however, was totally enclosed and a couple of times a year all the kids had to bring waxed bread bags and sit on them to slide down. That helped keep the surface smooth in case it was needed, which it wasn’t during his time there.
Spencer’s death certificate says he is buried in this county but we couldn’t find any mention of it at the library in Nocona. The book there did say that Eveline is buried in Montague Cemetery, but darned if we could find a stone. We did find an interesting Probate case regarding her at the courthouse.
Our research here was finished by mid-afternoon, so we decided to head south through Dallas and find a motel in the Red Oak area. TH wants to visit some family graves there and then visit his Mother’s grave at Laurel Land Cemetery nearer Dallas.
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