Old Dallas Folks

Pipkin Family

By Gene McPhetrige, 1969

Pipkin, James Lewis

Well, Uncle Joe Garland has spurred me into another attempt to write some more about Old Dallas folks and their doings.  But first: Joe, you are wrong about me joking when I referred to you as “The Grand Old Man of Polk County.”  Really, I was in dead earnest, and I am sure that I can get plenty of seconds to that nomination.

Mrs. Sally Moseley gave me a copy of a poem composed by the late J.L. Pipkin, which had to do with the school (Old Dallas) at the time.  J.L. Pipkin was the father of Minor Pipkin.  The poem was recited by Sally Alexander Moseley on November 21, 1895, at a program at the Old Dallas School as a surprise number for the teachers.  This was before Mr. Pipkin married Jennie Compere.  A.P. Alexander and Mr. Pipkin were among those present at the program.

Well, that happened almost 69 years ago, and most of the participants in the meeting, at least the principles, have crossed over the bridge.  What wonderful people Jim Pipkin, Minor Pipkin, Jennie Pipkin, A.P. Alexander and others were.

I would like to mention some more people I remember back in those day, but will reserve that for some other time to come, I hope.

Say, how long has it been since you saw an ash hopper, which was usually to be found around the smokehouse, or a boot jack, usually found in the bedroom or out in the yard where it had been tossed at a wailing cat or a howling dog?  Maybe some of the cowboys use them yetŃboot jacks, that is.  I wore boots when I was a lad and I had considerable trouble getting them on, and I claimed it was on account of a high instep.  Dad said it was owing to the size of my foot.

Gene McPhetrige


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