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  • Recollections From A Small Town, Goldsboro Nc

    Thursday, July 7, 1955 Goldsboro (N.C.) News-Argus


    Recollections of J.M. Hollowell, resident of Wayne County NC for over 100 years...

    I recall the following business houses:

    Dibble Bros. at Waynesboro, agricultural implements;

    J.H. Glass, portrait painter;

    Wm. Bogart, contractor and builder;

    D.G. Lougee, jeweler;

    C.J. Nelson, dry goods and carriage making;

    J.W. Ezzell, sash, doors and blinds;

    J.E. Neal, mattress maker;

    Wm. Puryear, carpenter;

    Wm. Armstrong and B.C. Wood, shoemakers;

    Wm. Privett & Sons, groceries;

    S.D. Phillips, tailor;

    B.D. Ford, marble works;

    W.R. Bridgers, bar and coolerific depot;

    Bradley & Hart, hardware;

    Henry King and W. Seymour, jewelers;

    S.B. and J.A. Evans, druggists;

    Vaughn and Moore, druggist;

    Griswold & Cobb, dry goods and groceries;

    Edmundson & Borden, dry goods;

    Henry Strouse, dry goods;

    Anderson and Washington, dry goods and groceries;

    Whitaker and Lawrence, stationers;

    W.S. Bonner, dry goods and groceries;

    James Griswold and Mrs. M.A. Borden, hotels;

    Mrs. M.E. Castex, millinery;

    W.F. Brown, bakery;

    Parmelee & Bull, hardware;

    D.L. Burbank, grist mill;

    James Darby, spirits turpentine barrell maker;

    E.P. Wood, saddles and harnesses.

    In Mr. Wood's advertisement I remember a verse as follows:

    If you wish to save a dollar,
    From crupper even to the collar,
    'Twill be to your interest, one and all,
    At E.B. Wood's to make a call.

    If I am not mistaken, the Baptist, Presbyterian and Episcopal
    churches were built between 1854 and 1857. The Methodist church
    (now the Primitive Baptist) must have been built directly after
    the court house was built.

    In those days there was no such facilities for getting an education
    as there is now, particularly in the country. There was a free
    school taught from two to three months each winter, and in some
    neighborhoods, occasionally a paid school was run for a few months
    in the year, but the school districts was large and the children
    often had to walk from two to four miles to attend school. The old
    Blue Back Speller was used, and I beleive now it was better than
    the present system.

    At a meeting held January 3rd, 1860 the following petition from
    the Goldsboro Rifles was presented:

    To the Commissioners of the Town of Goldsboro: The undersigned
    officers and members of the Goldsboro Rifles represent to your
    honorable body that they have at considerable personal expense
    and with a sacrifice of much toil and trouble organized a volunteer
    company for the security and protection of the lives and property
    of the citizens of the town. They also represent that they were
    furnished with arms by the Governor of the State, but no ammunition
    that to insure efficiency they have been compelled to purchase a
    quantity of cartridges at an expense of $35.00.

    They also represent that in their opinion this expense should
    be divided equally among the citizens of the place, as it was for
    the common good that they were purchased; that the company should
    be relieved by the Commissioners and an appropriation made from
    the funds of the town to pay for the cartridges. We have left them
    in charge of the Intendant of Police and we proposed that they be
    left in his safe keeping, only to be used in cases of emergency,
    at his discretion.

    (Signed)

    M.D. Craton, Captain

    S.M. Hunt, Lieut.

    W.S.G. Andrews, Lieut.

    J.A. Washington, Sergt.

    J.W. Gullick.

    Upon the presentation and reading of this petition, the Commissioners
    ordered that the sum of $35 be appropriated to pay for the cartridges
    purchased by the Goldsboro Rifles and now in the care and keeping of
    the Intendant of Police.

    To the young reader it perhaps begins to look a little war-like and
    to the old reader it brings back to memory a feeling of sadness.

    On the 13th of April, 1861, the town was full of country people who
    with the citizens of the town kept close to the telegraph office for
    news of the firing that was going on upon Fort Sumter at Charleston,
    S.C., but at sunset no news of its surrender had been received. The
    result came sometime after nightfall.

    There was no telegraph line then to New Bern. When the train for
    that place left on Saturday the 13th at 3 o'clock p.m., the fort was
    still holding out. That was the latest from there.

    The people of New Bern could not wait until Monday to hear further
    from Charleston. There being no train on the A. & N.C.R.R. on Sunday,
    they besought the president, Col. J.D. Whitford, to send an extra
    engine and coach to Goldsboro, which he did, and it came loaded with
    the most prominent men of New Bern.

    On Monday morning, Gov. Ellis wired Capt. Craton to proceed with his
    company (the Goldsboro Rifles) to Fort Macon, and take possession
    of that fortification. But Capt. Josiah Pender, of Beaufort, N.C.,
    anticipated the Governor's desire and on Sunday, April 14th, with
    a detachment of men from Beaufort went over to the fort and took
    possession, there being only one man, Sgt. Alexander, in charge
    of the place.

    But Capt. Craton began to collect his men. Some of them lived
    several miles in the country, and by 3 o'clock, when the New Bern
    train left, he had them aboard.

    During the foernoon, J.B. Whitaker called for volunteers for
    another company and before train time the company was formed with
    J.B. Whitaker as Captain and T.T. Hollowell and Bright Thompson
    as Lieutenants, and, I think with some sixty odd privates, they also
    went down on the same train with the Goldsboro Rifles.

    Exciting Times

    Bless you, those were exciting times. The people were stirred as
    I never saw them before, nor since. That day I saw the first tears
    of the war, as the wives, parents, sisters, brothers and friends
    stood at the train to bid the soldier boys goodbye; but alas, the
    tears that day were but the beginning of the floods of tears that
    followed in the next four years.

    I, of course, forty-eight years after, cannot recall the names of
    all who left Goldsboro on that memorable 15th of April, but at this
    late day I can call the names of over fifty, and believing it would
    be interesting reading to the younger generation, I will give the
    names as they now occur to me, viz:

    M.D. Craton
    J.B. Whitaker
    S.M. Hunt
    S.D. Phillips
    W.S.G. Andrews
    J.F. Devine
    J.A. Washington
    J.B. Baker
    Bob McIntire
    L.D. Giddens
    H.H. Coor
    H.C. Premport
    W.S. Royall
    R.B. Potts
    J.D. Howard
    R.J. Gooding
    F.M. Harrison
    John G. Parker
    N.L. Whitley
    W.A. Thompson
    Crocket Moore
    B.F. Hooks
    B.B. Reeves
    Nathan Byron Parker
    Ballard Sasser
    Thad Pitman
    Ashe Knight
    Henry Parker
    Wiley Wright
    Sandy Murdock
    T.T. Hollowell
    J.W. Gulick
    Mike Wood
    Bright Thompson
    J.P. Cobb
    Geo. J. Moore
    Richard Bright Parker
    R.P. Howell
    J.B. Robinson
    Joe Sauls
    Alex Trumbro
    James Bryan
    Fritz Hummel
    J.T. Kennedy
    A.J. Farrell
    Boaz Sasser
    Tobias Snipes
    Mike Heineman
    W.F. Kornegay
    Wm. Webb
    Furney Harrell
    Henry Procton
    J.M. Hollowell

    That Monday, the 15th day of April, 1861, was the stirringest (if I
    may so express it) day that I ever saw in Goldsboro, and I have seen
    some right stirring times here.

    I remember the day when a small riot occurred in front of the old
    Borden Hotel in '65, when Bryan Cox was shot and killed and Jim Jones
    desperately wounded. Both were Negroes. I don't suppose it ever has
    been known to a certainty who fired the shot that killed Cox.

    The late J.D. Winslow told me on one occassion that he believed that
    the late A.J. Galloway and himself were the only two men who saw the
    shot fired, and upon my asking him who fired it he replied:

    "I shall never tell, and I don't believe Mr. Galloway ever will;" and
    so far as I know either one ever did.

    Two paragraphs about the 1870's unused.

    ...During the summer of '61 the old town hall, market and guard house was
    built in the centre of Ash street between East Centre and John. This
    old building stood there for near forty years. I think it was torn down
    about 1900.

    J.J. Baker, Jno. Wright, Jno. Everett, D.C. Carrington and J.W. Davis
    were elected Commissioners for 1862. E.B. Borden, Kedar Raiford and
    W.C. Blount were appointed to assess the value of real estate for 1862.

    For 1863, J.B. Whitaker, S.D. Phillips, T.T. Hollowell, Samuel J.
    Lucus and John Crone were elected Commissioners. Matthew Albritton
    was elected Clerk and T.T. Hollowell town Constable.

    Goldsboro has always been a town of slow growth. It has never had
    what might be called a boom, and yet I don't remember a time when there
    was not some building going on.

    Female College

    The first female college opened was about 1853 or '54. It was in the
    old Borden Hotel building and the president was Rev. J.H. Brent. My
    recollection is that this school was run in that building for two or
    three years and that the brick college, now the center graded school
    building, was erected about '56 or '57, and I think that its first
    president was Rev. S.M. Frost. He ran it until some time during the
    war. The latter years of the war the building was used as a Confederate
    hospital.

    The N.C.R.R. (now the Southern) was not intended at its charter to run
    into Goldsboro, but was to connect with boats on the Neuse river at
    Waynesboro, and a track was run down to the river. It curved to the
    right just after crossing Little river bridge, about where Well's
    brick yard is and ran across the field now owned by Maj. Grant, coming
    to the river near O'Berry's log boom, and a warehouse was built on the
    river bank.

    I don't know whether any business was ever done between the railroad
    and steamboats or not. The warehouse got burned in April, '61. The first
    steamboat I ever saw was tied up to the banks of Waynesboro. This must
    have been about '49 or '50.

    It was some years before the court house was removed. The boat line was
    owned or operated by the Dibbles, who were northern men.

    Steam Saw Mill

    The first steam saw mill ever operated in Wayne was owned and run by
    T.C. Garrison, of Petersburg, VA, and was located at Bolton Hill, on the
    A.C.L. road, about four miles north of Goldsboro. This information I got
    from the late Col. C.J. Nelson, and if I remember rightly, it was bout
    1836, while the Wilmington & Weldon railroad (now the A.C.L.) was being
    built.

    A good deal of lumber that was used in those days for building was
    sawed by what was called whip saws. I never saw but one of them work.
    It was located just where the residence of Mr. L.D. Gulley now stands.

    Two benches were erected seven or eight feet high, and the log was
    placed on these benches. How they managed to get the log up there, I am
    not going to tell, for I don't know. At the time I saw this one being
    worked, the log was already in position.

    A large saw like an ordinary cross-cut saw, with handles in each end,
    the handles going through the round loop at the end of the saw, so that
    the man at the handles could use an end in each hand; then one man
    mounted the log and stood on it, while the other man stood on the
    ground and the sawing was done by pulling the saw up and down. It was
    a slow process.

    There used to be one of these mills owned by Wm. Rouse, in Stoney
    Creek township, across Stoney Creek, about one mile from Thompson's
    Chapel. I used to go there to get grinding done; carried a bag of
    corn containing two bushels thrown across the back of a horse.

    I used to ride up to the mill house and the old Negro, Ned Rouse,
    would start his saw in a sixteen foot log, then come take my bag
    off my horse, carry it into the grinding room, measure it with a
    half bushel, take out the toll, raise the gate and start the rocks
    to running, step down to the meal chest, feel of the meal to see if
    it was being ground fine enough, then go out to his saw, take a
    chew of tobacco leisurely and be in ample time to throw his saw out
    by the time it had cut through the sixteen foot line.

    To think of this rate and then go down to the Enterprise Lumber
    Co.'s mill and see how quick a band saw will cut the same line is
    astonishing.


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