Legend of Petit Jean Mountain 09/10/2010
I recently visited my dad in Arkansas and he took me to Petit Jean Mountain. I was so amazed by the view and the story of how it got it's name that I investigated it when I got home. If you want more on the history of this mountain you can find it at http://www.petitjeanstatepark.com/history/history_of_petit_jean_mountain.aspx The Legend of Petit Jean, and how the mountain received its name, begins in the 1700's with the story of a young French Nobleman, Chavet, who lived during the period of the French exploration of the New World. He requested permission to explore a part of the Louisiana Territory, and for a grant to claim part of the land. The King granted Chavet’s approval. Chavet was engaged to be married to a beautiful young girl form Paris, Adrienne Dumont. When told of his plans, she asked that they be married right away so she could accompany him. Thinking of the hardship and danger on the journey, Chavet refused her request, telling her upon his return if the country was good and safe, they would be married and go to the New World. Adrienne refused to accept his answer, and disguised herself as a cabin boy and applied to the captain of Chavet's ship for a position as a cabin boy, calling herself Jean. The girl must have been incredibly clever in her disguise, for it is said that not even Chavet recognized her. The sailors called her Petit Jean, which is French for Little John. The ocean was crossed in early spring; the vessel ascended the Mississippi River to the Arkansas River, to the foot of the mountain. The Indians on the mountain came to the river and greeted Chavet and invited the sailors to spend time on the mountain. Chavet, Petit Jean, and the sailors spent the summer atop Petit Jean Mountain until fall approached and they began preparations for their voyage back to France. The ship was readied and boarded the evening before departure. That night, Petit Jean became ill with a sickness that was strange to Chavet and his sailors. It was marked with fever, convulsions, delirium, and finally coma. Her condition was so grave at daylight that the departure was delayed. During the illness, Petit Jean's identity was, of course, discovered. The girl confessed her deception to Chavet and begged his forgiveness. She requested that if she died, to be carried back to the mountaintop that she had spent her last days on, and be buried at a spot overlooking the river below. The Indians made a stretcher out of deerskins and bore her up the mountain. At sundown, she died. Many years later a low mound of earth was found at the point we now call Petit Jean's Grave. Her legend, her death, is said to give the mountain and the overlook an enchanting and delightful quality that draws visitors back again and again. Add Comment Transfer House Decatur, Illinois 11/30/2009
I spent this thanksgiving in Decatur, Illinois with family and my mother-in-law took us on a tour of Decatur. One of the things we saw was this Transfer House. I must admit I didn't know what a Transfer House was so today I researched it. It is quite an interesting story. Above is a picture I took of how the building stands today. Below are pictures from it's past. Decatur, Illinois has the distinction of having a street corner which is the intersection of Main Street and Main Street: North-and-South Main Street, and East-and-West Main Street. Up to 1962, when it was rebuilt to facilitate traffic on U. S. highway 51, this intersection was a wide square called Lincoln Square (originally Central Block), and had a small round building in its center called the Transfer House. Decatur was an early streetcar electrification. In 1889, the Citizens' Street Railway became the Citizens' Electric Street Railway, with a plan to electrify its horsecar lines. Electric streetcar service began on August 28, 1889. In 1891, the company was reorganized as the City Electric Railway. This became the Decatur Traction and Electric Company in 1899. It was sold to the William McKinley interests, which became the Illinois Traction System (ITS), in 1900. After December 1903, the company was known as the Decatur Railway and Light Company. The Transfer House was erected in 1895, on Lincoln Square, replacing a smaller shelter dating from 1892. The Transfer House sat in the center of the original town. The City Electric Railway paid $500 toward the $2700 building fund subscribed by local merchants and property owners, and agreed to furnish and maintain the building. As its name implies, it was used as a central transfer point for all the streetcar lines (and later the bus lines) in the city. It served as a shelter for those waiting to board street cars and later, buses. Over the years, the Transfer House has been much more to the citizens of Decatur than just protection from the cold. They symbol of Decatur reminds them of a time when those crazy trolley parties were the rage and young people lined up to ride the new electric street cars, It was an era of good old fashion fun, as friends met on the Square for those weekly band concerts by the Goodman Band and later the WPA Orchestra. A period of time marked by victory celebrations and political speeches, the Transfer House served as the centerpiece for social gatherings All interurban and city cars in Decatur passed the Transfer House. The original Illinois Traction System (later Illinois Terminal) interurban depot was one block east to S. Water Street, then one block south to E. Wood Street. The interurban line to Springfield was to the west, starting on W. Main. The lines to Bloomington and Champaign entered downtown Decatur via N. Main, and left by going north on N. Water Street. (Later, in 1931, the depot was moved to a point on the belt line, bypassing downtown Decatur.) City car lines also used the interurban routes to about the city limits, and there were about four other city car lines not shared with the interurban cars. A diagram of the tracks at the square, showing the normal direction of travel, is shown in Figure 1. Buses were introduced to Decatur in 1924. City streetcar trackage had reached 13.5 miles by then, but now began to shrink. By 1935, only 7.68 miles of track remained in service. The end of the streetcars came in Decatur on December 14, 1936. As time passed on, the city of Decatur began to grow and the square was reduced in 1962 in the name of highway building. Because of the traffic flow problems, the Decatur City Council in 1962, decided to move the Transfer House to Central Park under much protest. This move signaled the end of a special era in the History of Decatur. It languished there, serving as a shopper's resting place and, in season, as Santa's headquarters. According to websites I've found, in 1970 it was renovated for use of the Downtown Decatur Council as offices and public information center. However, I was there just a few days ago and saw no signs of a renovation. It just sits there, lonely and forgotten. The windows are clean and the grass is landscaped. The trash containers are empty and the stones of the building are clean. But to my knowledge it has no use at all. But if you find yourself in Decatur, Illinois you really must go see this building. It's beautiful. In the picture above, taken around 1905, an ITS car, probably just in from Springfield, is moving from W. Main toward the interurban depot. It will probably go around the south half of the Transfer House, and exit to E. Main. — Moore & Gibson In the picture above. Birney safety car 116 rounds the Transfer House on its way from West or South Main Street to East Main in this 1920s view looking to the northeast. Automobile traffic has begun to build, and the streetcars must share space with them. In fact, the right front corner of this streetcar seems almost to be in contact with the automobile next to it; could this picture have been taken to document an accident? Note the overhang of the front of the car body from the track. Motorists often had difficulty estimating where the streetcar would be as it rounded a curve! — Paul Stringham Collection from Stephen M. Scalzo First Post! 11/24/2009
From left to right: Dennis Johnson, Mytrice Brown, Ashley Collins, Cory Minor, and April Allen. Today I found myself in Fort Worth when I had to take my little foster dog, Maggie, to the vet at the Humane Society of North Texas. I had to leave her there for a little while, so my Mom (who came along for the ride) and I drove around a little and did some shopping. Both of us had missed breakfast and by 10 were starving. We happened to drive by a Griffs Hamburger and decided to stop. I am so glad we did. The people there were incredibly friendly and I have to say I haven't had a cheeseburger that good in years. When I asked for a picture they stopped what they were doing and posed for me. Like I said, they were wonderful people. April, by the way, is the General Manager. I hope I have spelled your names right, guys. If not, let me know and I'll change them. Cory, the guy with the huge smile, was the one who waited on us. He was so sweet. My Mom had a little difficulty deciding what she wanted and he patiently helped her. I'm not real sure who made our burgers but I am serious, people, that was the best burger I've had in years. I just can't say it enough. So if you find yourself in Fort Worth, Texas you really should stop by and say hi. You'll be glad you did. The address is 4224 E. Lancaster. Wow, I sound like a commercial, don't I. Well, I promise nobody paid me to say any of this. I just believe in giving kudo's where they are deserved. |







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