From Slave To Early Settler

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One of my favorite types of TV shows to watch are history stories that have a twisty ending to them. Like the story of Alexander Fleming who used bacteria to produce artwork by growing them in patterns and using their natural pigmentation to produce faces, animals, etc… [1] Later in life, he was known to have kept a messy laboratory; enough so that one day after returning from a trip he noticed that something was killing some bacteria cultures he had left out in a petri dish. That something was a fungus that led to the discovery of penicillin! From bacterial artist to the discoverer of penicillin. These types of stories have existed all over history and it turns out, we have a story that ends with a twisty ending in “our own backyard.”

Figure #1: Alexander Fleming’s microbial art paintings were technically very difficult to make. He had to find microbes with different pigments and then time his inoculation such that the different species all matured at the same time. Alexander Fleming Laboratory Museum (Imperial College Healthcare NHs Trust)

In 1854, multiple families from Todd County, Kentucky arrived by way of a ten-wagon train in our area to begin a new life of farming and ranching. Among those that arrived was James K.Allen II and his family and the Hagoods; a family of seven brothers and two sisters (their mom died three years after moving to TX). {Note that James K Allen I was married to Mollie Hagood.) The Allens settled near Farmer’s Creek. James’ son William T was the builder of the 1864 Log Cabin that is on exhibit at the White Settlement Museum and was originally located near what is now one of the taxiways at the Naval Air Station – Joint Reserve Base. Some of the Hagoods chose to settle up along Silver Creek just to the west of Silver Creek Road.

Figure #2: James K Allen II

James K. Allen II served in the Civil War with the Fourteenth Texas Calvary, Company K. He was shot in the leg, discharged in 1862 and had to walk with a cane for the rest of his life. After the Civil Ware, James was elected as a Texas House of Representative and later served as the Justice of Peace for Tarrant County. He was also a slave owner. When he moved his family to Texas, James Allen II brought his seven slaves along.

The Hagood family included oldest brother Tom Hagood who lived with James Allen II for a ferw years. Tom opened up a carpenter shop in Fort Worth and later served as a Constable. He and younger brother Benjamin both served in the Civil War with the 9th Texas Calvary. Along with their family, the Hagood’s brought their three slaves with them to TX.

One of these slaves was more than likely a 19 year-old named Riley. There is nothing in the documented records that specifically states that Riley was one of the Hagood’s slaves. But there are a number of things we can pull together to paint this picture clearer.

#1 The 1840 slave schedule for Todd County Kentucky shows Elisha Hagood owning three slaves Elisha was the father of the Hagood seven brothers and two sisters. He died right before the wagon train made its trip to Texas. The slaves he owned would have passed down to his sons. The slave schedule shows a black male slave under the age of 10 in 1840.

#2 It often happened that slaves would take the surname of their owners or be named by their owner, so we can infer that this young slave’s surname would have been Hagood.

#3 Riley Hagood and his wife Anna were referenced as being ex-slaves. [2]

#4 The 1900 census shows Riley to be 65 years-old. That means in the 1840 census, he would have been five years old which matches the slave schedule entry.

Figure #3: 1840 Slave Schedule – Todd County, Kentucky. Note Elisha Hagood was the father of the seven brothers and two sisters.
From Heritage Quest Website

Riley Hagood was probably born into slavery.

We do not know exactly when Riley and the other slaves were freed, but there is an account of another large slave owner in the area, Paul Isbell, calling his 200 slaves together in 1864 to say, “The war [is almost over]. You are free to come or to go.” [3] Note: More about slavery in Tarrant County will be shared in a later blog.

What exactly happened to Riley after his emancipation, we do not know. We do know that he and his wife Anna stayed in the area (estimates say that nearly 50% of the freed slaves moved elsewhere) [4] helping watch children during services at New Prospect Baptist Church (later become First Baptist Church of White Settlement) that met at the Tannahill Church / Schoolhouse located out along Silver Creek near the Hagood homestead. Also, in 1875, Riley become the owner of 160 acres of land that is now located within the city limits of White Settlement (map shown in Figure #5). To get legal ownership of this property, Riley had to have settle and cultivate the open land for three consecutive years, AND have two well known, credible residents of the county sign as witnesses. One of these witnesses (and here is the twisty ending) was the aforementioned wounded Confederate soldier and ex-slave owner, James K Allen II. Riley Hagood went from slave to one of our early settlers / large property owners! [5] Why the change of heart and mind that happened for James K Allen II we do not know, but the fact is, that it did happen.

Figure #4 1875 Affidavit granting the 160 acres to Riley Hagood. Images from the
The Texas General Land Office website.

I’m still trying to research more information on Riley and Anna’s life. One thing I did find is that Riley was appointed by Judge C.C. Cummings to serve as one of the trustees for Tarrant County and Fort Worth colored schools around 1875. This points out the respect that Riley had achieved in the community at that time.

Figure #5: Location of the Riley Hagood Abstract (Property). Map from the RAILROAD COMMISSION OF TEXAS website.

Finally, we also see that Riley (65) and Anna (61) were still living and farming their property in White Settlement in 1900 as recorded in the annual census. When they died and where they were buried we do not know. Maybe they were one of the many unmarked graves in the White Settlement Cemetery that had to be moved in 1952 – 1953 when the runway at Carswell Air Force Base was expanded. This will also be a blog topic for another day.

Figure #6: Portion of Sam Streets’ 1895 Map of Tarrant County. The horizontal crossed line running across the top of the map is White Settlement Road. Riley Hagood’s (col) home is denoted with the rectangle above his name.

[1] Painting With Penicillin: Alexander Fleming’s Germ Art | Science| Smithsonian Magazine

[2] “On Wings of Eagle”. Pg 23.

[3] A History of Fort Worth in Black and White: 165 Years of African American Life. Pg 28.

[4] A History of Fort Worth in Black and White: 165 Years of African American Life. Pg 29.

[5] Note: James K Allen II had a son named James K Allen III so there is a chance that the later was the witness on the Affidavit. The later would have been 27 years old at the time of the signing with his father being 61. James K Allen III would have been 16 years old when the slaves where emancipated. So he would have grown up in this slave ownership culture. But, based on the evidence so far, I would still lean to James K Allen II being the witness given his long-time residency and well-respected status within Tarrant County (he ran and got elected to the Texas House of Representatives prior to the signing of the affidavit, so his signature would have been really important to secure its approval).

I Call Shotgun! – Tannahill Stagecoach Station

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I have fond memories of competing with my two older brothers to get the coveted passenger side front seat when mom was driving us around back in the day. The rules were pretty simple. You had to be able to see the car and the first to shout, “I call shotgun!” would win the seat. At least this was how the game was supposed to be played. Most times however, the brother seniority system would override this when clearly I was the first to call “shotgun”. I remember that we would still play this game when I hung out with my teenage friends before taking a cruise around town and even our daughters would play it while scrambling to get the most desirable seat in our minivan. But, where did this, “I call shotgun” game start?

As most of you probably know, the phrase “riding shotgun” originated from the days when the stagecoach was a primary form of transportation. Often, a stagecoach would carry mail, valuables and of course passengers into remote areas which made it an easy target for bandits. This led to a person riding up by the driver, often carrying a shotgun to use to protect the stage, which led to the phrase, “riding shotgun.”

As mentioned in a previous blog, the nearest stage coach station to us was the Tannahill Station located at the still standing Tannahill Homestead on the corner of Silver Creek Road and Verna Trail. From around 1878- 1889 the stage would arrive from Fort Worth at the north-side of the building to switch out the horses from the 10 mile ride and to deliver mail (it’s primary reason for existence) twice a week. The passengers would wait under the shade of the Live Oak trees for the stage to leave to continue the journey on towards Azle and Jacksboro. The return trip would happen twice per week too.

Northside of the 146 year-old Tannahill Homestead. Stages would deliver mail to the post office and switch out horses. Photo by Tracy Houpt
300 year old Live Oak Tree on the northside of the Tannahill Homestead. Passengers would wait under the shade of the oak tree as the horses were switched out and the mail delivered. Photo by Tracy Houpt
Note: This tree is highlighted in the book, “Famous Trees of Texas, pg. 140.
From “Down Historic Trails of Fort Worth and Tarrant County”

As mentioned, the stage originated in Fort Worth at the largest stage coach terminus in the Southwest at that time. The route would leave north of Fort Worth and turn west on what is now White Settlement Road. It would continue on that route (crossing over the present day runway at the Naval Air Station – Joint Reserve Base – FW) until reaching White Settlement. From there, the stage would turn north on what is now Saddle Road and then west on present day Silver Creek Road. The 10 mile, 200 foot climb would take about 2-1/2 to 3 hours to complete given the rough dirt road conditions that existed.

From Sam Street’s Map – Dec 1895
From Concord Coach no. 251 in Wells Fargo livery. Front and back boots have leather covers. (Seeley Stable Museum, Old Town San Diego State Historic Park, California)

So what did the stagecoach that stopped at the Tannahill Station look like? The image that comes to my mind is probably the same as yours; the elegant looking Concord Coach made famous by the use of the Wells Fargo Company. This coach was pulled by teams of 4-6 horses. It could carry from 6-9 passengers and their freight. A leather suspension system that helped keep passengers more comfortable on rough roads also led to the coach constantly swaying. You may find a replica of one at the Fort Worth Stockyard Stables. But, was this the type of stage coach that traveled the Fort Worth – Azle – Jackboro route?

To figure this out, I had to do a little digging through past records and newspaper articles. I couldn’t find anything specific to the Fort Worth – Azle – Jacksboro route, but did find a reference to the Fort Worth – Weatherford – Jacksboro route (which existed decades before the other). This route was also 2 times per week – Monday and Thursdays. The type of stage coach it used was a two horse drawn hack. [1] So, from this information, I concluded that a stagecoach called a hack, driven by two horses, was what stopped at the Tannahill Station. So what is a hack?

A hack was the smallest of stagecoach sizes. It was used on shorter, non-frequent routes. It could squeeze in (a very tight squeeze) four passengers, some freight and the mail. [Note: “The word ‘hackney’ went from describing a type of horse to describing the vehicle the horse pulled; from there, ‘hack’ became a term for a person who works for hire.”] [2] A hack was equipped with the same three-inch thick leather straps (called thoroughbraces) suspension system that the mighty Concord Coach had. [3]

Even with the nice suspension system to absorb the bumps from the dirt roads, riding in a stagecoach was not always a pleasant experience. In the summer, there was no air conditioning. The person sitting next to you was sweating as much as you. If it was dry, there would be dust coming in from the open hack windows. If it was raining, the mud roads would slow your travel time and often you would have to disembark and walk across swollen streams, like Silver Creek, so the coach could pass across without being weighted down. And then there was the constant chance of being robbed at gunpoint, hence the need for someone to ride shotgun.

The Daily Fort Worth Democrat. (Fort Worth, Tex.),
Vol. 2, No. 167, Ed. 1 Saturday, January 12, 1878 Page: 4 of 4

A friend of mine who has lived in the area for his entire life told me about a story he had heard from an elder when he was a young lad. The story was about a robbery on a stagecoach that occurred near Silver Creek. Unfortunately, I was unable to find a reference to this in past newspaper articles (but, I will keep trying!) I did find one pertaining to a robbery that happened between Live Oak Creek and Silver Creek of a lone man on horseback in 1878. This robbery happened in broad daylight, but on a portion of the road that was not well traveled. In the account, BA Mathers mentioned that after being blindfolded, he initially handed over $100 from his pants pocket, but then the robbers found an additional $906 that he had stuffed in one of his boots. He was also roughed up a little by the bandits. He lost a total of $1,006 which is equivalent today to $26,000! My guess is that the bandit saw Mr. Mathers withdraw the money from a bank in Fort Worth and then robbed him when it was first convenient to do so. To read the entire account, check out:

Now, I did find another article of an attack on a stagecoach that happened just over a month after this one. This one also occurred about 10 miles west of Fort Worth, but on the Fort Worth – Weatherford Road. This would have been down around Chapel Creek Road and I-30/Camp Bowie Road area. The hack was returning a prisoner from Parker County to Tarrant county en route to Louisiana. A number of relatives of the prisoner attacked the stage and well armed entourage. Many shots were fired with no one on either side hit. Somehow the prisoner fell out of the running stage, was picked up by the bandits and the attack ended. You may read more about this at:

Riding Shotgun.
This image is a screenshot from a public domain trailer for the 1938 film, Stagecoach

So in the end, riding shotgun was sometimes a pretty dangerous endeavor. Still some passengers were more than eager to yell, “I call shotgun!” when walking towards the stage and offer to ride with the driver to escape a crowded, hot, dusty, and smelly seat inside the hack. This would have been me and I would have won, but only if my older brothers were not traveling with me.

Other references:




Special thanks to Emily Leonard for graciously hosting my wife and I on a recent visit of the Tannahill Homestead!

You’ve Got Mail! (Historic Tannahill Post Office)

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While sheltering in place from Covid-19, I reflected on how lucky we are to have the technology in place now that helps keep relationships close and communications going even though we’re physically separated.

If our daughter in Atlanta wants to share some fun news about her or her family with us here in Fort Worth, she has lots of options. She can call, text, email, SnapChat, FB messenger, etc. and instantly we receive information and photos about what has been going on in her life. We can also hop onto a Zoom video meeting and see each other and catch up on what has been happening. Technology has progressed so much where we can stay connected instantly, even though we are 865 miles away.

Recent Family Zoom Session

But, what if it was actually the year 1884 vs. 2020? How would our daughter have sent family news to us back then? Turns out there weren’t many options. Some new technologies were available. The first telephone connection in Fort Worth was made in 1876 between a Doctor and the pharmacy, but was not in widespread use in 1884 and would have not been available to us. The telegraph was in broader use, as it followed the railroads, but it was fairly expensive (Example: a 10 word message would have cost around $1) [1] and was only used for news that needed to arrive “quickly”. The only real option was for her to write us a letter/post card and mail it through the United States Postal Service.

But how would the letter get to us? While home deliver of the mail started in the city of Fort Worth in 1884, it would be years until home delivery would occur in our rural area of Tarrant County. So we would have to periodically go to the nearest post office to see if we have received any mail. And, where was the nearest post office to our current location back in 1884? After doing some research, it turns out that it would have been only one mile from our house, at the Tannahill Homestead on the corner of Silver Creek Road and Verna Trail. As I mentioned in a previous blog, the Tannahill Homestead was built in 1874 and is still standing today! By the way, if the Tannahill Post Office did not exist back then, we would have had to travel, more than likely by horseback or wagon, 10 miles to/from Fort Worth to retrieve our mail.

The Tannahill Post Office was officially established on May 17, 1878. The first Post Master was Robert Tannahill. A copy of the official document establishing this post office can be found at the White Settlement Museum. Note that it states that it would be serving approxiately 100 families.

Establishment of the Tannahill Post Office
White Settlement Museum Collections

An 1887 Postal Route map of Texas shows that the Tannahill Post Office was serviced twice/week and was the first stop out of Fort Worth on the route to Shell Rock (which is now called Azle and for a limited time was also called O’Bar). [2]

1887 Texas Postal Route Map

The Post Office was in existence until January 21,1889, when all documents were transferred to the Azle post office. [3]

Tannahill Post Masters

The actual post office was on the north side of the Tannahill Homestead which used to be the front of the home. Evidence of the post office no longer exists. A remodeling of the house in 1905 removed the post office window.

North Side of Tannahill Homestead
Photo: Tracy J Houpt

Other interesting items I found in my research include how much Robert Tannahill earned in 1883 serving as a post master. He received $31.19 which would be equivalent to $929 now. [4]

Post Master Compensation -1883

Finally, I was able to determine that it would have cost my daughter 2 cents to send us a letter (as long as it weighed under ½ ounce) or a penny to mail us a postcard. [5] For the letter to travel to us, our daughter would carry it to her local post office. There, the post master would determine how to best route the letter to us via railroads, with the letter finally delivered to the rail station with the closest post office to us. This would be the Fort Worth post office. There, the letter would have been sorted and placed on the stagecoach, that also made a stop at the Tannahill Homestead which I will write about in my next blog. Then, when it was time for us to check our mail, we’d walk to the Tannahill Homestead where we would find her letter! I’ve estimated that it would have been a 2-3 weeks to receive her letter, at best. [6]

Postal Guide

In all of my online research for this blog, I did fail to find the one gem that I really wanted to find; a Tannahill Post Mark. Robert would have had a stamp to mark on each delivered item, just like our mail is still automatically stamp today. I even reached out to the National Post Mark Museum ( near Bellevue, Ohio for help. So far, they have been unable to locate an old piece of mail with a Tannahill post mark. If I ever locate one, I will try to secure a copy of it for the White Settlement Museum. But, with current day technology, I can still imagine what it might have looked like!








Weathering the 1918 Spanish Flu Pandemic

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I was planning to continue to share more stories about the local history of the Tannahill Homestead for this next blog post, but got derailed by the impacts of our present pandemic that we are all experiencing, Covid-19. We are now sheltering at our homes (it’s been four weeks for us), only going out for essential items and some of you going out to provide essential services for the rest of us – for which we are very grateful!

It got me wondering how our area coped with the (so far) worse pandemic known to modern man, the 1918 Spanish Influenza (Flu). The CDC reported that an estimated 500 million people were infected (which was 1/3 of the worlds population at that time) resulting in at least 50 million global deaths with around 675,000 deaths in America.

I began to wonder how the 1918 Spanish Influenza impacted our local area, so I started to do some research. I wanted to know how lives were impacted over 100 years ago as this outbreak spread. Did people end up sheltering in place at their homes like we are now? Did business and schools and non-essential business close? If so, how long did it last?

A hospital in Kansas during the Spanish flu epidemic in 1918. Date: circa 1918
Photo ID: NCP 1603
Source Collection: OHA 250: New Contributed Photographs Collection, Otis Historical Archives, National Museum of Health and Medicine.

But before I start, I do want to point out that I’m not in the medical field so I’m not going to talk about the disease (how it started, how it spread, what the medical community knew then vs. now, and who were the most vulnerable groups) and will not compare it much to our present Covid-19. Both are pandemics and both are impacting the world resulting in way too many deaths and economic burdens. I’m more interested in the comparison of how past residents of Tarrant Couty reacted to and dealt with the disease vs. what we are experiencing now.

After poring through many Fort Worth Star-Telegram (FWS-T) news articles, let me attempt to paint of picture of what happened. [1]

On September 23, 1918, the FWS-T reported that there were no reported cases at Camp Bowie.

Camp Bowie was established in July 1917 to train soldiers in the 31st Infantry Division fighting in World War I. Yes, the country was dealing BOTH with the Spanish Flu and the horrific war against the Central Powers led by Germany/Austria-Hungary. At least we don’t have a world war going at the same time now. The camp consumed over 2,100 acres just to the west of downtown Fort Worth, right where Camp Bowie Blvd. heads toward University Blvd. More than 100,000 soldiers trained at Camp Bowie while it was an active base.

Geological Survey (U.S.). Fort Worth Sheet, map, 1918; Reston, Virginia. ( accessed April 4, 2020), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History,; crediting UNT Libraries Government Documents Department.

Technology advancements in global travel (like ocean liners) and WW1, with many soldiers being in close quarters leaving and returning to their countries, helped to quickly spread the Spanish Flu. This was why the residents in this area were paying close attention to any news about an outbreak at Camp Bowie.

By September 27, 81 cases had been confirmed at Camp Bowie Base Hospital. A rigid quarantine was not issued, but orders were given for the soldiers to not enter any, “picture shows, dance halls, pool rooms, theaters or other places of like character in the camp or in the city.” Social distancing was established on the base including the cancellation of entertainment events and large gatherings. A policy was also instituted that allowed only five soldiers per tent and they, “all must sleep with their heads five feet apart.”

700 cases were reported at the Base Hospital on October 2 with no reported deaths. By October 4 over 1900 patients were recorded on the Base Hospital roll. Also, the first death was reported, a Private Louis Warren from Pensacola, FL.

It’s interesting to note that news back then was mainly provided by newspaper, or by word of mouth. They didn’t have radio, TV, FaceBook, etc… Almost all news accounts had a positive spin vs. most of the news reports now. This particular article reported that although a record number of hospital patients had been recorded at the base, “every patient is well cared for and everything is running smoothly.” In addition, “the ‘crest’ of the Spanish Infuenza epidemic at Camp Bowie has been reached” which as you will see was not the case. On October 4, 2 more deaths were reported with the article concluding, “There has been only three deaths out of total of more than 2,000 cases in eight days which is considered an excellent showing.”

Let me now bullet-ize some of the events that happened next to help move this along.

– Women were called to meet at the Red Cross Office to make gauze masks for hospital workers at Camp Bowie. (Oct 6th)

– Acting Governor Johnston suggested that, “all public meetings be discontinued at that schools and places of amusement be closed.” Forty-one counties were reporting flu cases. In Texas, it started along the coast and San Antonio and spread northward. (Oct 8th)

– “Influenza Not Yet Epidemic in Fort Worth” was the one of the headlines. (Oct 8th)

– Somewhat amusing advice on kissing was provided. (Oct 10th)

– The Columbus Day Marathon was canceled. 600 Camp Bowie soldiers were going to participate. This one was interesting to me having been a past marathon runner. (Oct 11th)

– Health Department started distributing 10,000 pamphlets to help educate the public. (Oct 12th

– Dallas closes public schools and churches. Picture shows, dance halls and pool rooms were closed earlier. (Oct 12th)

-Cases of Spanish Flu in Fort Worth reported at 466. (Oct 13th)

– The Texas Christian University and Trinity University at Cleburne football game was postponed. (Oct 13th)

– A grim reminder of the deaths from WWI was included in the obituary section along with flu victims. (Oct 13th)

– More than 1,400 workers at the Swift and Armour packing houses reported having the flu causing a labor shortage. (Oct 14th)

– Hospitals reported being crowded with patients with Spanish Flu and pneumonia. (Oct 15th)

– Fort Worth schools closed on Tuesday afternoon. (Oct 15th)

– The official Big Closure of the city was announced. (Oct 16th )

– 762 cases reported in the city. (Oct 23rd)

– On Wednesday, October 23, it also was noted that schools would reopen on Monday, while other businesses would probably remain closed.

– Then on Friday, October 25th, a proclamation was made to reopen the city.

And indeed, the city relaxed its restrictions that Saturday night. Churches reopened on Sunday and children went back to schools on Monday. The “shelter at home” edict that city officials gave only lasted 10 days! This came at a shock to me. As I read through these stories, I imagined that the closures back then would have lasted into months, not days, but there are lots of difference between then and now.

On November 3, soldiers were allowed once again to attend movies and go to other public gatherings. But, the Spanish Influenza did not completely go away. Reports of the flu continued into 1919. In fact on December 4, 40 new cases were reported in the city, but it was never considered epidemic again and life just went back to being “normal.”

I was not able to find a reliable source of the amount of cases and deaths in Tarrant County due to the Spanish Flu. I was able to find a reference that indicated that during the one month of October 1918, over 1,200 Dallas and Fort Worth residents died. [2] As of this writing, there have been 39 deaths in Tarrant and Dallas county due and Covid-19. This is way too many already, but how it will all play at over the next months, we’ll have to see.

Two more things to explore.

First. How did this disease come to be known as the Spanish flu? During WWI, Spain was neutral, so as the outbreak occurred there, reporters were able to freely report it as it spread across the country and the name stuck. It was actually worse in France at that time, but the news was censored. If not, it would have probably been called, the French Flu.

Second, The Tannahill Homestead was also used to treat patients during an outbreak of another disease, typhoid, a bacterial infection. I have not been able to find the date of this occurrence, but a neighbor, Dr. Woods tended to 27 patients who were kept at the Tannahill Homestead.

I’ll provide more interesting historical items about the Tannahill Homestead in my next blog. 🙂

Until then, everyone please stay safe! Just like our fellow Tarrant county residents made it through the storm they had to ride out over 100 years ago, we will too.

[1] All newspaper references from the Fort Worth Star-Telegram archives found in the Fort Worth Library Online Services.

[2] “In 1918, Dallas and Fort Worth weren’t worried about the flu. In a month, 1,200 died.” Fort Worth Star-Telegram, October 14, 2014.

The Test of Time

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I’ve had so much fun uncovering additional local history since composing my last blog entry that I’m now having a hard time figuring out which tidbit I should write about next! From stagecoaches, to postal routes, to long lost cemeteries, to Native Amercian camps, to you name it, there’s so much rich history to share that happened right here in our “neighborhood”. For now, I’ll focus on the background of the house that Verna Stubbs (more on her life in a later blog) lived in and sometimes parked her plane at the front door. It turns out that this house is a very historic home here in Tarrant County!

(From White Settlement Museum Archives.)

Built in 1874, the Tannahill Homestead is the oldest standing house in our area of Tarrant County. Robert Tannahill and his wife, Mary bought the 320 acre property in 1856. One of the reasons that it has stood the test of time is because the house’s walls were constructed with stones and are 18-20 inches thick. Another reason is the loving care and hard maintenance that the four owners of the house have provided over the last 146 years. The Tannahills owned the house from 1874-1894. It was then sold to William Tinsley who owned it until 1945 when it was bought by Verna and Johnnie Stubbs. The current owner, Emily Leonard, purchased the historic house in 1993.

Recently, Emily very graciously invited my wife Suzy and me over for a visit of the homestead. After spending some time listening to interesting stories about the house and previous owners (more to share on this in future blogs), I was able to take a closer look at the stone walls.

Outside wall to the right of the front door.

Robert Tannahill designed and built the house to have 4 rooms on the west and 4 rooms on the east (2 upstairs and 2 downstairs both sides) with a dog trot running through the middle. He hired Native Americans to quarry the stones from the Live Oak Creek area. He then cut each stone by hand and laid it into place for us to see it many years later. As you can see from the photo above the doorway, it appears that he horizontally place 3 cut stones side by side to obtain the 20 inch thickness. You can also see on the photo of the wall to the right of the door times when the mortar has been repaired.

20 inch stone wall above front door.

Robert chose stones primarily for the protection the walls would provide from raiding Native American parties and the fact that they were locally available. But were exactly was the location from where the stones were quarried?

Low and behold, I found a map in the large resources of the White Settlement Historical Museum that pinpoints it right along the side of Verna Trail! He was able to mine Goodland Limestone that formed over 100 million years ago when this area was covered by a shallow sea (but more about this in a later blog including the cool fossils that we can find in our neighborhood).

Location of quarry and Tannahill Homestead. (From White Settlement Museum Archives.)

In 1979, a historical marker was placed on the south side of the house to commemorate it’s historical significance. More about this in my next blog entry.

Current photo of historical marker and homestead.
(From White Settlement Museum Archives.)

Now, as I drive home from work, I can glance out the window to see the quarry and think about the back breaking effort it took 146 years ago to build a structure that still stands today.

Coming West on Verna Trail before our neighborhood.
The Old Quarry

Note: If you are interested in learning more about our local history, please stop by the White Settlement Museum on Hanon Drive. Carol Davis would love to answer your questions!

Coming in for a Landing

I spend a lot of my spare time digging into history. This ranges from literally digging (up in Baylor County) and researching fossils of large animals that lived even before the dinosaurs to digging online into local history and visiting local landmarks. Each fossil, local landmark, or bit of past information to me is like uncovering a treasure and the field work and online research is like a treasure hunt! It never gets old!

While doing online research the other day for a project I’m currently working, I came across a 1972 topographical map of Tarrant County. As I zoomed into the area of our Tejas Trail neighborhood, the map shows our northern section (Verna Trail, Little Horse Trail, and Paint Pony Trail) and even shows where some houses are located.

Perhaps some of you reading this live in one of these original Tejas Trail houses! It also shows White Settlement Road to the south (with very little development in that area). The one thing that was clearly missing was I-820. I then started to look at the topo lines that clearly depicts the hills of our neighborhood and the layering of the ancient reefs that developed millions of years ago when this area was under a shallow sea. But, more on this in a later blog.

As I kept scanning this map and pondering our past, my eyes noticed an apparent airplane landing strip near the intersection of Silver Creek Road and Verna Trail! History had once again baiting the hook, I took a bite and it was drawing me in. A landing strip just down the hill from where I live? Who built it? Who used it? Was it still in use? Another treasure hunt had started!

Having driven through this intersection numerous times since moving here in 2017, I had never noticed anything in that field that resembled a landing strip. Of course, it’s a little hard to do as one navigates and avoids the numerous pot holes and semi trucks on Silver Creek Road. I needed to know more. This led me to pull up a satellite image of the same area on Google Maps to see if it showed anything to suggest that a runway was there. Sure enough, you can clearly see where the landing strip once existed.

After a few more online searches, I found out that the runway was called Stubbs Strip and is still listed as a private landing strip. Years ago, this grass landing strip stretched across the ranch field for 2,280ft. from north to south and was 60 ft. wide. The owner, builder, and operator of the landing strip was Verna Stubbs who also owned the ranch at that intersection and, from where two of our neighborhood streets are named after! Verna was a pilot owning four airplanes over time including her Piper Tripacer. A future blog will be devoted to Verna as she was quite an active and prominent woman of our area.

The first bit of local history treasure had been uncovered and it had only gotten me more excited about digging into our past. There are many more stores to tell about the history of our area from fossils of ancient animals to Native Americans to early settlers to stagecoaches and on and of which I’ll hope to paint in future blogs.

For now, even though Stubbs Strip is no longer in use, I can still daydream seeing Verna’s Tripacer coming in for a landing from the north as I make the sharp right on Silver Creek Road, while at the same time avoiding the potholes, semi trucks and of course now, the road construction.