Group #-07-Letters
published in the 1980s
by Edna Drexler


After my aunt, Ruth Komis, died in the fall of 2002, I found that she had collected and pasted so now very faded news clippings from the The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO, and pasted them on pages which she was keeping writings of her mother, Edna Drexler.
These documents are very difficult to read because they are so faded.
However, I have been retyping them into documents and making them available to other family members by posting them on this Internet page.
Many include memories from the very early 1900s of Scott City.
Submitted by Donald L Williams Poster-#-25-



Group #-07-Letters published in the 1980s by Edna Drexler

  • Clipping from the The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO:

     

    75 Years Ago

    Feb. 6 1905 (Monday)

    Mayor Robert G. Whitelaw leaves for St. Louis, whence he will go to Mexico City; he is one of many all over state taking advantage of excursion rates over Frisco and Rock Island lines.

    Miss Edna Williams of Commerce arrives to take position at Sackman’s; she will live at home of Miss Bessie Cunningham on North Sprigg street.

    Euchre at Parochial Hall draws biggest crowd ever.

    City Council meeting is postponed. Clerk George E. Chappell is still too ill to be out of bed.

     

    Letter to the Editor

    The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754

     

    Dear Editor:

    In the year 1905, Scott City was know as Edna. The town was sparsely populated and there was very little amusement for the young people. When the suggestion was made to a group of young people to go to “Lost Hill” and do a little rifle shooting and find out who was the best shot, all agreed it would be fun.

    A horse and carriage was hired for most of the young people for the trip. Although, there was one couple who had such a handsome horse and fine carriage who wanted to go in their own. We all met at “Lost Hill.”

    “Lost Hill” was located between Edna and Chaffee. It was one high hill covered with trees and surrounded by flat land. To me, it always looked so lonely and mysterious. I thought it was well named.

    After our arrival, the men brought out the rifles and it was agreed the target would be a bottle tossed into the air. The men bragged about how good they were at shooting. They did let the women try to hit the target. Those who tried, missed. The men smiled. One young man, who was confident that he could show everyone how it was done, took his turn but missed.

    One of the men turned to me and said, “You have not had your turn.” He handed the rifle to me and I took aim. I never took my eyes from the bottle. When I pulled the trigger, something happened that I never expected. The bottle was hit and flew into pieces. The crowd cheered and yelled, “Look who is the best shot – a young girl.” All the sharp shooters who had bragged so much about what they could do had been beaten – and I had won with pure luck.

    Sincerely,

    Edna Drexler

     

     

     


    Letter to the Editor

    The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754

    Thursday, June 21, 1984

     

    Dear Editor:

     

    The question of the burial of an Indian princess in one of the old cemeteries in and around Scott City is interesting but the answer will be hard to find. I do not recall any such event. In fact I never saw or heard of any Indians in Scott County all during my childhood or as an adult.

    I recall hearing my mother tell the story of the Indians moving through Scott County on their way to reservations. She was a very little girl of four years of age when this happened. It was at the time when the Civil War was just beginning.

    The news had spread all around the countryside the day the Indians were to pass by her farm home. Everyone wanted to the Indians. My mother was allowed to go down by the fence and watch. She was warned to be nice to them. The Indians came down the road in great numbers, men, women and children all walking together. My mother saw some women had babies on their backs. She wanted so very much to see the baby’s face, so she asked one of the women nearest to her, “Please may I see your baby?” The Indiana woman quickly flipped the baby from her back down so she could see the baby’s face. My mother said it was a pretty baby. Then quickly, the woman flipped the baby on her back and went down the road.

    I listed to the stories about the Indians and their ways by many of the older people. I remember they said that the Indians buried their dead in special sacred burial grounds. At that time they would not have buried their dead in the white man’s cemeteries. This is my recollections of the Indians in Scott County.

    Sinerely,

    Edna Drexler
    Out in the Country

    Out in the country, yes, it is me

    But I am making plans you will see

    Sitting and sighing all the long day,

    People may think that I should stay.

    I don’t like it, and I’m not going to try

    For I can be quiet after I die

    Stand at the window, look out in vain,

    All one ever sees is sunshine or ran.

    And clouds that pass over the sky,

    Oh, so lonesome I shall cry,

    No, why should I stay here along,

    Why not go back home!

     

    Sonnet to My Girls

    Grow not too high or too far away from home

    Greater is love than golden dome

    Though work and duty may you require

    Only love will fill the heart’s desire

    The sun from where all beauty starts

    And the moon with love and broken hearts

    This world with all its joy there are some who weep

    The bright day, the sun, the earth, death and sleep

    Trees that bud and the flowers blossom and die,

    The world forgets as time goes by

    But hearts that are broken and life so bare

    Struggle with hope and fail when you are not there.

     



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