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Jefferson County Tidbit # 21 (Shankstown)
This TIDBIT is taken from a manuscript that I found in the WPA records
of an interview with Mrs. Hays .. neither the person who did the interview
or the date it was done is given. Charlotte Polxena Farley Hays is the
person who was interviewed. She was born on the 4th of January 1844 and
died on the 27th of September 1936. The first paragraph sets the stage ..
so here goes:
"The Hays home on the outskirts of Lorman, MS is a picturesque old
house surrounded by wide lawns and sheltered by tall cedars dripping with
wisteria vines. Mrs. Hays herself, a tiny white haired old lady, met me
at the door and very graciously bade me enter. She gave me a chair in the
high ceiling hall and seated herself beneath an oil painting of a stern
faced pioneer, she began to tell me of her youth in Shankstown eighty
This is where the interview began .....
"My folks were among the first to settle around here. I've lived here
myself for ninety three years. My grandfather, Robert Farley .. that's his
picture up there [... came out here from Virginia in the Indian times. I
don't know what year... He married a Miss Watts. She was an only daughter
and inherited all of her father's property. He had taken out Spanish
grants to something like two thousand acres of land. They lived two miles
south of here. My father, George Porterfield Farley, was the only son of
that marriage. The daughters had all moved away .. some to Ohio .. and my
father inherited all of the land. He used to be a hatter and made hats
for a living but became a farmer. He lived at Shankstown on the old
Indian trail right over there in the woods , south of Lorman. It was a
good sized town over there then. There were some stores, a blacksmith
shop, a place for stabling horses. An old German by the name of
Getzendanner kept a tavern and his wife had a millinery shop. There was a
doctor there, I don't recall his name, but his grave is there in the
cemetery at Shankstown. It was the only trading place between Port Gibson
and Greenville. The settlers came here to trade and to
the smithy. Folks couldn't get around except in wagons and buggies then.
They would go to Natchez for what they couldn't get locally and bring it
home on pack horses."
"There were plenty of robbers in this part of the country then. They
caught one that had robbed and murdered lots of folks and hung him on one
of the oaks in front of the College at Washington. I don't recall his
name but it wasn't Harp."
"When this country was first opened up to the settlers, they built a
to protect themselves from the Indians. It stood there in Lorman on the
hill across the way from the Methodist parsonage, right where Mrs. Regan's
house is now. They built it of logs and cut holes in the walls to put
their rifles through. Oh yes, they had plenty of fights with the Indians
back then. The hill top is a veritable graveyard. They shot them down and
buried them where they dropped."
"That was before my time but the logs of the old fort were still there
for years. We used to see them when we went by to go to school. The
school was at Cane Ridge Church. No, there wasn't a settlement there back
then .. just the log schoolhouse and church. A man by the name of Houston
taught school. I went there until I was nine years old and then my father
sent me to school at Nazareth, Kentucky."
"Things had changed a lot when I came home and got married. That was
after the Civil War. Dr. Archer Hays came down from Baltimore, Maryland.
He had just finished college and had come out here to practice medicine.
He first went to the house of his cousin, James Archer, at Church Hill,
but there was no trade down there for a doctor so he came here. There
wasn't any doctor in Shankstown so he settled there and he was here when I
came home from school."
"My father owned and had cleared all of his land and he gave me this
tract. We built this house in 1870, the first house anywhere around here.
I planted those cedar myself. The next house that was built in Lorman
was put up by Julius Weiss who came here from Rodney. He built the house
that was later used as a hotel. His store was right beside it but that
later burned. They stopped using the old Indian trail and most every one
moved away from Shankstown and it was finally abandoned."
"No, Coon-Box was not an outskirt or suburb of Shankstown. They were
several miles apart. Coon-Box was on the Trace southwest of here. Some
folks say that Jackson's men came through Shankstown, but they didn't.
Jackson's men marched down the road by Coon-Box and through Greenville.
They got things wrong lots of times. Do you know that someone wrote a
history of Lorman and said that Lorman was built in a cane brake? There
weren't any cane brakes then. This is the first house built here and the
rest were built in an old cotton field. I ought to know for I was living
right here then."
"I remember the Battle of Port Gibson. The soldiers were all through
here. We were all afraid for our stock and property but they never took a
thing. My father was away from home and the soldiers came and camped in
front of the house. Two officers were at the house when he came in. He
was riding a fine saddle horse and he had it carried to the stable and
fed. Then he invited the officers in and gave them a good dinner. ...
They didn't touch a thing."
This is where the interview with Mrs. Hays ended. However, the article
goes on and will be continued in the next Tidbits!!!!
Anebec's Notes: In the Jefferson County marriage records:
23 Sep 1829 Robert Farley married Polly Watts
29 Dec 1863 Charlotte P. Farley married Dr. Archer Hays
12 Feb 1863 Christine Farley married Abram J. Melton
27 Mar 1866 Miss George Farley married Lawrence J. Slay
Robert Farley gave Charlotte a plantation just south of the Hays
It is now known as Melton.
Trust you found this interesting ... Ann Brown
Jefferson County # 23
Shankstown - continued
This is a continuation of the article written which was in the WPA
records. Do not know who the person was doing the interview. She/He
Shankstown is now but a dim memory. The old Indian trail is a grass
grown ditch and only scattered clumps of china trees and old bricks here
and there about the pastureland where the little village stood. I turned
off the Lorman-Red Lick road onto a narrow pasture path. A few yards and
I came to a cleared spot where a group of tall cedars, several clumps of
crepe myrtles and the traces of an old driveway indicated where a house
had once stood. At a negro cabin close by which had survived the master's
house, a man told me that Shankstown was a half mile down the pasture
path. I drove on. The way was deep cut in places the banks were eight
and ten feet high. This had been an old settlement road for pioneers
going to the mill or the blacksmith shop or for a glass of liquor at the
tavern. In a little settlement of negro cabins, a woman told me that I
was at the site of the town. Pastures rolled away on every side, gnarled
chinas and a few scattered cedars told of an earlier habitation.
The woman called her husband from the field to show me the old
cemetery. The narrow road wound on through the woods to the southward and
I was forced to abandon the car and walk.
The old Indian trail was pointed out to me by my guide. It was just a
grassy hollow that crossed the path that we were following. He said that
it went on to the Coon-Box and then on down to old Greenville., We left
the narrow road and pushed through the under brush down a wooded ridge.
There was the graveyard.
My guide told me that his father was raised in Shankstown and at that
time it was a real town. It had four or five stores and plenty of folk's
houses. At one time there were lots of graves at this place on the ridge.
He said that when he was a little boy there were gravestones all over the
place. He didn't know what had happened to them.
He showed me the remaining stone, a thin plate of marble lying flat on
the ground at the foot of a huge oak. It was broken across in several
places and almost buried in the leaves and mold. I could read the single
line ... L. M. Murphy. There was no date, no explanatory phrase, no
epitaph. The man who lay beneath the marble plate was as completely
erased as the town in which he lived .. a name and nothing more. There
were other graves about marked only by slight depressions in the leaves
but I could find no more stones.
This is the end of the WPA article about Shankstown
Rowland writes that Shankstown was never regularly platted but had a
large number of business houses, a few stores and a number of shops.