Jerry Ford’s Gordonville Grove

My old high school campaign manager, Bill Hopkins, said I needed to read Jerry Ford’s new book, The Gordonville Grove: Tombstones, Tambourines, & Tammany Hall. I didn’t know if Bill really liked the book or if Jerry was giving him a cut of the sales, but I headed over to Amazon anyway. The book arrived in the mail this morning and I knocked it off in a couple of hours.

Jerry was a few years older than my crowd, so I knew him by name, but not really in person. His family ran Ford & Sons Funeral Home, so I mostly knew him from chasing his ambulances.

Funeral homes provided ambulances

See, back before cities got fancy, it was customary for funeral homes to run to wrecks and other unfortunate happenings because they were about the only folks who had a vehicle large enough to carry a patient.

John Carpenter, left, and Walter Joe Ford remove Dale Smith from a car in which he was a passenger when it struck a pole in front of the Montgomery Ward store on Main St. in 1966. Smith had a broken jaw. John “Doc” Carpenter eventually became Cape County Coroner. Even though he was from Sikeston, he and I were good buddies from Scouts and debate. As early as his teens, Doc said he wanted to work in the funeral industry. He died of colon cancer in 2000. Walter Joe Ford, was author Jerry Ford’s older brother.

“Swoop and scoop”

I was on a rescue squad in North Carolina with some guys who used to work for funeral homes doing ambulance work. “Tell me, Red,” I asked one of them. “Isn’t in the best interest of the funeral home for the guest of honor to arrive not alive at the hospital? Were you ever told to take it slow on the way to the E.R.?”

Red, a linthead from one of the town’s dying textile mills thought for a while (they always had to pause to figure out what to say, me bein’ a Yankee and all), then replied, “There was always two schools of thought about that.”

“Most folks would let the funeral home that picked up the body keep it, but there was always the danger that your competitor might pick up one of the survivors and sell him a funeral on the way to the hospital. I was always of the ‘swoop and scoop’ school, myself.”

Jerry Ford’s book illustrated by Don Greenwood

Cape artist Don Greenwood illustrated the book. I’ve been a fan of his for years, particularly after he was kind enough to let me use one of his illustrations for my bike blog logo.

Gordonville Grove may not be for everyone. You almost have to be from the area to appreciate many of his stories. On the other hand, I found myself putting names to some the characters he left nameless to protect the not-so-innocent.

I may have to steal the disclaimer in the front of the book: “The opinions herein are solely those of the author. …cannot warrant any of the information in this book and can make no guarantees as to the accuracy of the situations and dialogue expressed. Certain physical characteristics and other descriptive details in this book may have been embellished for the sake of storytelling.”

Integration comes to the funeral business

The chapter titled The Deal made the whole purchase of the book worthwhile. I learned something I had never known about Cape.

Up until the mid-60s, no white funeral home had ever buried a black person in a traditional funeral setting, Ford writes. The only exceptions were one or two private burials of domestic workers employed by some of Cape’s wealthiest families. Sparks Funeral Home was the only option for most blacks.

At the request of a respected member of the black community, Jerry’s father agreed to see if the color barrier could be broken.

The funeral industry is fiercely competitive, but all of the local funeral directors brokered a deal: the first black family that wanted a funeral in one of their establishments could pick the one they wanted. After that, all of the homes would go into a rotation so that  no one establishment would suffer the “stigma” of dealing with blacks.

As it turned out, it was a non-issue. Cape Girardeans had no apparent problems with formerly white funeral homes holding black funerals.

Jerry Ford’s swing band

Jerry’s Ford’s 13-piece swing band has played throughout the Midwest for over 50 years. He writes about playing in all of the local clubs like The Purple Crackle and The Colony Club.

He’s performed with or watched most of the big names of the era: Henry James, Harry Ranch, Woody Herman and his Thundering Herd, The Blue Rhythm Boys, Bob Sisco and Jack Stalcup.

The Fords, the Limbaughs and the Rusts

The Fords, Limbaugh and the Rust families were the big political movers and shakers in the Cape community. The Fords were Democrats, and the latter two were Republicans. Jerry writes about how politicians from the different parties could work together for the common good without the partisan gridlock we see today.

Ordering the book(s)

Jean Bell Mosley, Author

My new film scanner came in a couple of days ago, so I’m chipping away at old negatives again. This sleeve was labeled Jean Bell Mosley and son, 8/3/1967.

This must have been taken shortly after Mrs. Mosley wrote The Crosses at Zarin, the book she’s holding. Her son, Steve, is at her right. I’ve been racking my brain to figure out who the woman is on the far right of the picture. I KNOW I know her, but I can’t put a name to the face.

Book signing with Aileen Lorberg

The Sept. 11, 1967 Missourian carried a photo and story about Mrs. Mosley and Miss Aileen Lorberg signing copies of their books at a tea. Miss Lorberg wrote Otahki: Trail of Tears Princess, which was illustrated by Mrs. Joe Lesem.

You can read the whole story in Google Archives. The story mentions that Mrs. Mosley’s book was dedicated to Thomza Zimmerman of Advance, her longtime friend and writing partner. Thomza was one of my grandmother’s best friends. I spent a lot of time at her house.

Mrs. Mosley was a word artist

For more background, go to Jean Bell Mosley’s website. She was a fascinating character who wrote books, magazine articles and a well-read column in The Missourian from 1955 until shortly before her death July 11, 2003. The website contains links to many of Mrs. Mosley’s columns.

Her last column was on something as mundane as the the different tops worn by her caregivers, but she made me SEE her “little, midsized and larger helpers here at the R&R spread flit in and out of my room as silent as butterflies…”

She paints pictures with words that are more vibrant than what some of us can capture with cameras or brushes.

There’s a link on the site to a video interview Matt Sanders did with Steve and Viney Mosley about Steve’s mother. About a third of the way through, I was surprised to see a frame similar to the one at the top of the page pop up. I guess The Missourian must have held on to more of my photos than I thought.

Becki Whitler, Still an Artist

Check out the new ad on the right side of the page. Becki Whitler Dahlstedt thought this site would be a good place to promote her studio and the upcoming 9th Annual Off The Beaten Path Studio Tour in Mountain View, Ark. Click on the ad and it will take you to the web site.

What’s Becki been up to?

I asked Becki, CHS Class of 63 to fill us in on what’s she’s done since leaving Central

I was unable to come to the latest ’60s class reunion but have enjoyed getting news and photos from Ken’s website.

After living in Boston, Berkeley and San Francisco for many years working as a consultant, city planner and administrator, I have spent the past 25 years getting back to what I love – being an artist.

Art was my passion at CHS

In high school that was my passion -(I was the art editor of the yearbook my senior year)and I continued as an art major at SEMO.

I came to Mountain View, Arkansas, while still living in St. Louis, 26 years ago, met the potter at the Ozark Folk Center, a state park here in Arkansas dedicated to preserving the crafts and music of the Ozarks, and stayed! David and I have been married 25 years and after spending 13 years demonstrating pottery at the Folk Center, we now have a wonderful studio adjacent to our home in “downtown” Mountain View. We are full time potters and market our pottery here in Mountain View and throughout the state.

Nine years ago we started an open studio tour so that folks could visit the private studios of the many wonderful artists and craft artisans here in the Mountain View area. It has become more popular and well attended each year. I volunteer many hours to promote the tour as well as other art events here in Mountain View. This year’s 9th Annual Off the Beaten Path Studio Tour will be held on September 17, 18 & 19.

Tom Holland is in Mountain View

I decided to advertise our pottery business and the studio tour on Ken’s website in hopes of reaching some old friends who might like to come visit our studio during the tour.

Some of you might remember Tom Holland – his dad was the minister at the First Baptist Church in Cape for many years. Tom is a beadmaker and is also on the Studio Tour.

It is a fun weekend to spend in Mountain View and you can make reservations here through our website (click on the ad to get there). You can also find out about all the artists on the tour at our website.

Becki (Whitler) Dahlstedt (

I was also Becki Nunnelee, married to Mark Nunnelee from 1964 to 1978).

Bill & Sue Roussel Keep the 50s Alive

Every class needs a Keeper of The Flame. Bill and Sue Roussel produce The Tiger Update, an email newsletter that keeps more than 1,000 classmates and friends of the Cape Central High School 1950s decade in touch with each other. It’s a combination of good news, bad news and shared memories.

Sue sort of fell into the job by accident when she tried to track down classmates for a reunion. Before long, she was getting letters (some hand-scrawled in writing styles that indicated that penmanship might not have been the person’s best class), emails and phone calls. “I created a monster,” she said.

Sue raises people from the dead

Bill says his wife is a “bird dog for details. She hasn’t mastered walking on water, but she’s started raising people from the dead. She’s gotten reports of classmates who have died and called the family for more information. Several times they’ve responded by saying, ‘Well, let me hand the phone to him and he can tell you himself.'”

Now that the classmates are getting older, it’s not unusual for some of the newsletters to be grim reading with accounts of deaths and illness. “Since everyone has scattered out, used to we didn’t find out someone had died until five years or the next reunion. That’s why I put the obituaries in there,” Sue explained.

Bill recently had a scare

Overnight, he had an onset of confusion where he couldn’t even identify family members. He was taken to a hospital emergency room where a CAT scan showed that he had bleeding on his brain. He was rushed to surgery, where several holes were bored into his skull to relieve the pressure.

His recovery was miraculous. I had never met Bill and Sue, and I was a little reluctant to impose on them so soon after this medical emergency, but they said to come on over. It never dawned on me that the vital, vibrant guy who opened the door could be Bill, considering the seriousness of his condition only days earlier.

Sue knew her friends on the newsletter would be concerned, so she fired off email and Facebook updates as soon as she got the good news about Bill. There was a huge outpouring of concern, with as many as 40 friends showing up at the hospital.

“Between the newsletter and Facebook, it was like practice for the funeral,” Bill quipped.

“If we took money, it’d be work”

Sue said the updates take about three or fours each. “People ask us why we don’t charge anything. We tell them, that if we took money, then that’d be work. Right now it’s fun.”

The Tiger updates started out as a once a month thing. As more and more people started contributing, their frequency increased. Usually there is at least one update a week, but during Christmas season, there may be enough content to have two or three a week, Sue said.

Keeping memories alive

Bill said that Tommy Meisner – Class of  ’58 – told him, “I can look at that update and there’ll be just one little incident or one picture  of a place that I’d figure would be all gone – that I’d have no memory of that left – but my mind will get to working on it. I’ll work on it for days. Then I’ve generated a whole bunch of other memories. It’s magical.”

If anyone wants to sign up for the Tiger Updates focusing on the 1950s, leave a comment and I’ll pass it on to Bill and Sue. Jerry and Margi Stout Whitright do a similar newsletter for the 1960s classmates. I had hoped to stop in and see them in Ellijay, GA, on my way south, but our schedules didn’t match up.