Cowboys of the Silver Screen: TOM MIX

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Tom Mix: Real Life Hero or…?

”I was born a cowboy, have lived as a cowboy and will die a cowboy,” Tom Mix liked to say and he was as good as his word–or was he?  I’ll let you be the judge.  Born in Texas, Tom grew up on a ranch near El Paso.  In his teens, he ran away and joined the circus and later fought in the Mexican Revolution, joining Pacho Villa’s army.  He was saved within an inch of his life from being shot by a firing squad.  Undaunted, he fought in Cuba, China and both sides of the Boer War—and had the medals to prove it.  As a sheriff and Texas Ranger he was shot by horse thieves and Indians, and single-handedly captured…

Hold Your Horses This is beginning to read like fiction—which of course, it was. Some was made up by his publicists, some by Tom, himself. The stories of his life are so convoluted that even his biographers have trouble separating fact from fiction. The ironic part is that his real life was even more interesting that his made-up life, but this was Hollywood and, back in the early days, they wanted their cowboys to be real and their heroes to be, well, heroes.

Will the Real Tom Mix Please Stand up?                                               

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Thomas Hezikiah Mix was born in Pennsylvania in 1880, the son of a lumberman. He reportedly never liked his middle name and always signed his name Tom E. Mix, E for Edwin.  When Tom was nine, his family moved to Dubois, where his father worked as handyman and stable man.  Tom loved hanging around the stables and, after seeing Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show, decided he wanted to be a cowboy.  

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At 18 he joined the army to fight in the Spanish American war but saw no action.  He reenlisted but went AWOL  after marrying his first wife and was listed as a deserter, though the Army never pursued him or, for that matter, discharged him.

As far as anyone knew, he was never more than an honorary Texas Ranger. Richard D. Jensen  writes in The Amazing Tom Mix: The Most Famous Cowboy of the Movies that Tom worked as a night marshal in Oklahoma territory rounding up bootleggers. This appears to be the extent of his lawman days except on screen.

He eventually joined the Miller Brothers 101 Wild West Show.  His big break came when he landed a job as a bronc buster in the movie Ranch Life in the Great Southwest. His action based sequence started him on the road to box office success. 

 

What About All those Gun Wounds?

Though he was never shot by Indians or desperados except on screen, he was in actuality shot twice—once when he was 12 and once by his fourth wife. The first time occurred while he and a friend were playing with a pistol. Since his family couldn’t afford a surgeon the bullet remained in his leg for years before it was removed.  This episode may have had something to do with his dropping out of school and having only a fourth grade education.   

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As for being shot by his fourth wife: According to a 1933 Berkeley Daily newspaper, his wife shot him through the shoulder, claiming self-defense.  Tom Mix testified that he was shot after “I came home and threw a gigolo out of our place.” Apparently Tom didn’t learn his lesson as went on to marry a fifth time.

 King of Cowboys      

The first to be called King of Cowboys, Tom Mix made an estimated 300 movies including nine talkies and eventually wrote and directed his own films.  He was the highest paid western actor of the times, making in excess of $17,000 a week.  Known for his fancy high hats, he reportedly owned over 600 pairs of custom-made boots.  Tom’s horse Tony was almost as famous as his owner. Tony died following a hip injury and was replaced by Tony II.

Though Tom’s heroic real life claims were mostly fabricated, on screen he was the real McCoy His movies were full of action and no one could match his daredevil stunts, which he did himself. Not only did he jump off horses, fall off trains and face real bullets, he suffered as many as 80 injuries during his career, including knife wounds, broken ribs, and a near fatal brush with dynamite.    

Tom’s death in 1940 was almost as strange as his life.  During an Arizona traffic accident a metal suitcase in his car hit him on the head causing fatal injuries. He was 60 years old.  His popularity continued for most of the ‘40s through his radio show and comic books.

Two years to the date of his death, his faithful horse Tony II died.  We can only imagine what kind of tall tale Tom would have spun from that.

 

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Get Ready for STAMP-ede Week

On April 17th  the U.S. Postal Service will issue the “Cowboys of the Silver Screen” stamps honoring four of our favorite western film stars.  Naturally, the fillies couldn’t let such a momentous occasion go by without planning a hoe-down right here at Wildflower Junction.

 

So put on your best bib and tucker (or not) and join in the fun!

 

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 Tuesday, April 13th  

Margaret Brownley

will kick off the week

with Tom Mix

 

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Wednesday, April 14th 

 Mary Connealy follows

 with a stroll down  memory lane

 with Willlam S, Hart

 

 

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Victoria Bylan will ride the trail

with Gene Autry.

 

 

 

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Friday April 16th

Tracy Garrett will lasso us in

with Roy Rogers.     

 

 

 

 

This is one STAMP-ede you won’t want to miss!

 

Circuit Preachers: Saving Souls with a Bible in One Hand and a Gun in the Other

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The hero of my book A Lady Like Sarah is a preacher named Justin Wells. Prior to his arrival in Rocky Creek, Texas folks depended on a circuit rider for their spiritual needs who rode into town every six months and “always preached the same sermon.” 

Though itinerant preachers still exist today in some rural parts of the United States, they were the norm in the Old West.  Known as circuit riders or saddlebag preachers, they rode from town to town preaching the gospel from horse and saddle pulpits.  Weddings and baptisms were carefully planned to correspond with a preacher’s expected arrival.  Funerals were seldom as conveniently timed.

In the early years, Circuit riders were most often lay preachers without formal education. They were young, poor, and, for the most part, single. Traveling thousands of miles a year they were probably also saddle-sore.  

Though circuit riders eventually represented many different denominations none were more aggressive or effective than the Methodists. In 1838, there were only six Methodist circuit preachers for the whole Republic of Texas, but this number soon grew.  Supervised by presiding elders under the authority of itinerant bishops, circuit riders helped make the Methodists the largest religious group in Texas. This chwestern sayinganged during the Civil War when church membership dropped 50%.

Circuit riders preached in fields, barns and private homes.  Oftentimes, saloons or dance halls were the only buildings large enough to hold a worship service.  If nothing else, these “dens of inequities” assured good attendance.

Finding a place to preach was the least of it. Early Texas circuit riders fought for independence, ran revival meetings, built schools and churches, and served as fort chaplains and medical assistants. They also battled Indians, outlaws and wild animals.

 

Holy Scalawags

Often the realities of the trail conflicted with church policy or beliefs. In her book Pistol Packin’ Preachers, Barbara Barton writes about a preacher named Jackson Porter who, after being ambushed, shot two Indians.  “A bishop admonished him saying that scripturally speaking, “our weapons are not carnal.”  Porter quickly responded that Indians didn’t exist when the Bible was written.

Drinking, smoking, snuff-dipping and other “wages of sin” provided frontier preachers with perhaps some of their toughest battles. Women were often just as guilty as men. The Texas Baptist Herald addressed this issue in 1867. “I despise above all things to see ladies dipping.  If they are pretty, it spoils their beauty and if they are homely, it still makes them more so.”  No mention was made of how snuff- dipping affected the looks of men.

Though most circuit preachers were good Christians, some were better at preaching the Ten Commandments then obeying them.  A circuit rider name George Morrison poisoned his wife after falling in love with another woman.  Although Morrison was convinced that God would forgive him, the good citizens of Wilbarger County were less willing to do so.  He hung at 12 noon on October 29, 1899.

Neither Rain nor Snow…

Circuit preachers received little pay, and sometimes only farm crops for their services.  Each congregation was responsible for collecting a circuit rider’s salary but many early pioneers had little or no money to spare. This posed a great hardship for preachers with families to support.   However, the difficulty of getting paid was nothing compared to the poor working conditions. Lack of roads, bad weather, diseases, and far-flung communities took their toll. Of the 737 Methodist circuit preachers that died prior to 1847 nearly half were under the age of 30.

Had the good citizens of Rocky Creek known the difficulties of the job, perhaps they would have been more lenient toward their “one sermon” preacher.  Or, then again, maybe not.   What do you think?

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THE INTERNET OF THE OLD WEST

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Scams, advertisements and demands from Prince “Wants Your Money” from some foreign country:  Sound like your e-mail? You’re close. Only back in the 19th and 20th centuries it was called the telegraph.  Not only did the telegraph create a quicker way to get junk mail, it changed the way Victorians lived, did business, received news and yes, even fell in love.

In his fascinating book, The Victorian Internet, Tom Standage tells us that there really is nothing new under the sun.  Meetings, chat rooms, games, and illicit affairs were just as prevalent 150 years ago as they are today.  And what, for that matter is a text message but a telegram, forcing people to be brief and to the point? (Tell that to your teen!)

If you think acronyms such as LOL and BTW are a modern concept, think again. Telegram security was an issue and secret codes were devised.  Government regulators tried to control this new means of communication, but failed. Sound familiar?

Though the telegraph was first conceived in the 1600s and an optical one developed in the 1700s, it took a tragedy to make the dream of fast communication over long distances a reality.

Samuel Morse: A Love Story

Samuel Morse was an artist commissioned to paint a portrait in Washington. Upon receiving a letter informing him of his wife’s sudden death, he returned to his New Haven home as quickly as possible, but he had already missed her funeral.  This had to be very much on his mind seven years later when he in a chance conversation aboard a ship he learned that electricity could travel along any length of wire almost instantaneously.  Unaware that others had tried and failed to create a fast way of communications using this method, he immediately set to work.    

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It took Samuel Morse 12 years to perfect his invention and many trials and tribulations, but he was convinced that this new way of communicating would allow a husband to reach a dying wife’s bedside or save the life of a child.  He thought it might even prevent wars.  His hard work and perseverance paid off.  On May 24, 1844, he sent the telegraph message “what hath God wrought?” from the Supreme Court chamber in the Capitol in Washington, D.C., to the B & O Railroad Depot in Baltimore, Maryland.

No longer was it necessary to communicate solely through trains, mail or horse.  Even Morse himself couldn’t have imagined how telegraphic communications could change society.

Boon and Bust for Outlaws

Then as now, the first to embrace the new technology were criminals. The first telegrams sent were horse bets and lotteries.  A man named Soapy Smith opened a fake telegraph office in Skagway, Alaska during the gold rush of 1897. The wires went only as far as the wall. The telegraph office obtained fees for “sending” messages from gold-laden victims. Though outlaws such as Butch Cassidy routinely cut wires or jammed telegraph keys to prevent lawmen from tracking them down, the telegraph eventually helped put an end to the train robberies that plagued the west. 

Wired Romances

Western Union might have been the first equal opportunity employer as women telegraphers were prevalent.  The ratio of men to women in the New York office in the 1870s was two to one.  Women operators were often chaperoned but that didn’t stop women from forming relationships with partners in distant offices.  As a result, wire romances bloomed and one couple even married by telegraph. However, not all online romances had a happy ending.  In 1886, The Electrical World magazine ran an article titled The Dangers of Wired Romances. That same article would no doubt be just as timely today.

Tom Standage writes that time traveling Victorians arriving in today’s world might be impressed with our flying machines but they would be unimpressed with the Internet. They did, after all, have one of their own.

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Arbuckles: The Coffee That Won The West

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If you depend on a morning cup of coffee to get the old blood flowing, you can thank a bunch of frolicking goats.  According to legend, coffee was discovered more than a thousand years ago by a sleepy-eyed goat herder who noticed that a certain berry gave his goats insomnia. After making himself a berry brew–and spending the night dancing with goats–he named the concoction Kahwa, the Arab name for wine.

Though coffee became the drink of choice for rebels after the Boston Tea party, its appeal was limited.  Sold green, the chore of roasting beans baffled housewives and chuck wagon cooks alike.  According to one old timer, beans had to be clean-picked, placed single layer in a roasting pan and stirred constantly.  One burned bean would ruin the whole batch.  Once the beans were roasted, they quickly lost flavor and aroma.  The short shelf-life meant that roasted beans could be sold only in big cities. goat-picture

John Arbuckle, a Philadelphia grocer, had an idea.  Why not coat the roasted beans with something to keep them from deteriorating?  He bought a roaster and got to work. He tried coating roasted beans with a glaze consisting of Irish moss, gelatin, isinglass, white sugar and eggs and it worked.  Eventually, this glaze was simplified to only white sugar and eggs.  This coating allowed him to ship roasted beans all over the country.

Not only did John Arbuckle solve the roasted bean problem, he pretty much invented the whole concept of marketing.    He was the first to use premiums to encourage the sale of coffee.  A peppermint candy was included in each one pound bag.  “Who wants the peppermint?” was a familiar cry around chuck wagons.  This call to grind the coffee beans got a rash of volunteers.  No rough and tumble cowboy worth his salt would turn down peppermint candy.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

arbuckle_logoNever one to rest on his laurels, Arbuckle next came up with a voucher plan. He printed a coupon bearing his signature on each package. A given number of coupons would earn the bearer one of a hundred items available in the Arbuckles’ catalog– the wish book of its day.  Items included everything from a toothbrush to a double-action revolver.  A young man could even order a golden wedding ring for his lady love.  Claiming to mail out 80,000 rings a year, Arbuckles became known at the biggest distributor of rings in the world.

Not only was the coffee a life saver to those early westerners, so was the packaging. Coffee was shipped in sturdy Maine fir crates, 100 one-pound bags to the lot.  The discussioncrates were used to make furniture, coffins and cradles.  The Navajo Indians even used the wood to make hogans, and the trademark flying angel that emblazoned each package of coffee adorned many a western Christmas tree. 

The next time you brew a pot of coffee, just think:  all this happened because a bunch of caffeinated animals got one man’s goat.    

 

Leave a comment and I’ll send one of you a pound of—what else?—Arbuckles coffee.  Yep, there’s a company in Arizona that still makes it.  If coffee’s not your cup of tea, there’s nothing to be done but send you peppermint candy instead.

 

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A Filly’s New Year’s Resolutions

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According to a recent survey 38% of us will go through the ritual of making New Year’s resolutions this year. Sad to say, only 8% of us will meet with success.  As someone once said, even the best intentions go in one year and out the other. That’s probably because we insist upon making resolutions that involve giving up something (drinking, smoking) or getting rid of something (weight, debt).  

I don’t know what resolutions they made in the Old West, but I’m willing to bet that giving up or getting rid of something was not on anyone’s priority list.  It was more like getting something (land or gold).   Early settlers probably didn’t do any better than us modern folks in keeping their resolutions, but you have to give them credit: some died trying. 

I plan to take my best shot at keeping my New Year’s  resolutions—but dying is where I draw the line. 

 

In 2010

I resolve to….

  •  Lose the extra five pounds on my hips.  From now on, I’ll pack only one gun instead of two.

 

  • Make an effort to see the good in everyone.   Even barbed wire has its good points.

 

  • Stop treatin’ suspicion as abs’lute proof.           

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  • Be more generous.  No more keepin’ my opinions to myself.                        

 

  • Make exercise a priority—for my horse.

 

 

  •  Practice my quick draw with my gun—not my VISA card.

 

  •  Keep from taking sides during a shoot-out, especially shoot-outs involving family members.

 

  • Avoid stampedes by shopping online.         noise-maker-color

 

  • Limit time spent on the open range.  That www dot brand sure can waste a lot of time.

 

  • Clean out closets.  Nothing (or no one) should hang that doesn’t deserve to be hung.

 

  • Finally: In the year 2010, I’ll do my best to stop  holding up shopping carts and forcing people to buy my book.

 

 

I told you my resolutions–now tell me yours. Afraid you won’t keep them?  Not to worry.  I promise not to tell if you don’t die trying. 

 

Happy New Year!

 

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Smile, Pardner – It’s Christmas!

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margaretbrownleyIf you’re like me, you’ve probably had your full of Christmas cheer and gift wrappings about now, and are longing for a little bit of that “peace on earth” we keep hearing about.  

Still, no matter how hectic our lives might seem at the moment, nothing compares to  Christmas in the old west.  Instead of forging their way through crowded malls and reams of wrapping paper, early pioneers living in canvas homes, soddies and log cabins battled blizzards, bitter cold and driving winds. In 1849, Catherine Haun wrote in her diary that her family’s Christmas present was the rising of the Sacramento River that flooded the whole town.

santa-claus-train_~k2571843Those of you planning to travel this holiday season might empathize with the passengers who spent the Christmas of 1870 on Kansas-Pacific trains stuck in snow.   Fortunately soldiers from a nearby fort provided fresh buffalo meat, which is a whole lot more than you get if you’re stuck at the airport.

We don’t generally associate fireworks with Christmas, but for some early settlers it was the only way to celebrate. In 1895, a riot broke out in Austin on Christmas Day when revelers shot off Roman candles. Animals stampeded, but law and order was soon restored.   Other parts of Texas didn’t have it so lucky.  The Fort Worth Gazette reported several incidences of people being shot and stabbed on Christmas Day over the use of Roman candles.  In some places, fire crackers were encouraged as this piece in a 1880s newspaper attests: “Firecrackers are in evidence creating the genuine Christmas atmosphere of gunpowder smoke.” 

While most pioneers decorated their Christmas trees with strung popcorn, berries and pictures from Arbuckle’s coffee, McCade Texas takes the prize for the most unusual ornaments.  On Christmas morning in 1883, three men were found hanging from a tree.  If that wasn’t festive enough, the shootout that followed provided “genuine atmosphere” a-plenty.  

What is Christmas without a feast?  Even the poorest of families managed to splurge a little.  Oysters were considered a luxury and one bride in Montana proudly served them to her guests on Christmas Day, unaware that the oysters had spoiled during transport. Her guests fared better than the man named Avery who, on Christmas day in 1850 set out to bag a deer for his dinner and was killed by Indians. 

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Christmas TreeCrime never takes a holiday and that was as true back then as it is now. On Christmas day in 1873, a group of Indians stole five army horses near the Concho River resulting in a shootout.  In 1877 Sam Bass robbed a Fort Worth stagecoach of $11.25, and in 1889 Butch Cassidy pulled his first bank holdup on Christmas Eve at a Telluride, Colorado bank.  That same year, Christmas day proved to be unlucky for a couple of cattle-rustling brothers who were tracked down and shot by the Texas Rangers. 

In the early days of the west, Christmas gifts were modest if not altogether non-existent.  Not so for Johnny Wesley Hardin who got an unexpected gift after he won a duel following a disputed card game.  The good citizens of Towash, Texas spread the word that he was the “fastest gun in the west,” which probably did wonders for his card game. He was also the meanest gun in the west, though he claimed he never killed anyone who didn’t need killing.

a-lady-like-sarahIn case you were wondering, Christmas wasn’t all gunfire and fireworks. In 1881, Tombstone in Arizona Territory made news for having a “quiet” holiday.  Not to worry, they made up for it the following year.

Come to think of it, maybe those crowded malls aren’t so bad, after all, even without the “genuine Christmas atmosphere.” 

 

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