The first settlers in the Buffalo River country came primarily from the southern Appalachians and early records show they were establishing homes here as early as 1825. They were a rugged, self-sufficient group. They had to be. Those who find driving the winding mountain roads tortuous today might attempt to visualize what it was like to cross them with all you owned in the world loaded on a wagon pulled by a team of oxen and only vague trails to follow through the forest.
One of the most eye appealing sights you will ever see is along the Buffalo River. Read more by clicking on the name.
This burned out chimney bears silent witness to those who have gone before.
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There's something about those Ozark hills that holds my soul firmly. Everyday the mountains look different. Everyday they lift my heart. Right now I'm living in the foothills of the Ouachita Mountains and they are very nice - but someday I'll live again in the Ozarks, I think. And I'll feel at home.
Thanks for that post.
Granny Renfroe said when she was a little girl (born 1906), her father went to town just a few times a year. It took one day down the mountain, one day to shop and Howard Standridge stayed over night at the mule barn where you housed your transportation, and one day back up the mountain. He would have a load of sugar...and other supplies...he needed the sugar for his corn likker!
Granny and her mother never went to town (Russellville) with him.
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