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Growing up without a telephone

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When I was growing up on the family farm on the Callahan County side of Scranton, Texas in the ‘40s and ‘50s, we didn’t have a telephone. In fact, a lot of families there did not have telephones. One of the reasons was probably the economic status of folks suffering from a long drought and the decline of the family farm. But a primary reason to go without a telephone was poor phone service. Downtown Scranton, in Eastland County, was served by Southwestern Bell, which provided their customers with good phone technology. However, that company’s franchise extended westward less than a mile just over the county line into Callahan County. Thus, our area of the Scranton community was beyond that boundary and in the service territory of a small company situated in Putnam, later to be absorbed by another small firm in Baird, Texas. This phone company on the Callahan County side provided poor line maintenance and antiquated equipment. The phones in use on the rur...

Television Comes to Callahan County

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Back when I was growing up on the Callahan County side of Scranton, Texas in the 1940s and 1950s, radio was the primary mass medium for most of that time. Local-service television did not arrive until 1953, and many farm families there did not immediately purchase TV sets because the small-screen, black-and-white receivers were expensive. The Federal Communications Commission began licensing TV stations after the end of World War II. However, because of unanticipated problems of interference and scarcity of frequency assignments, the FCC halted the authorization of new stations with the Freeze of 1948 . (Scroll FCC history page for more details.) At the start of the freeze, Dallas-Fort Worth, too far away for reliable service in Scranton, had television stations. Smaller markets like Abilene, 45 miles to the west of Scranton and the heart of the Big Country market, did not. The first folks to have a television set in our area were our neighbors, the Battles. Ray...

The decline of oral story-telling

When I was a young boy, my dad used to take me with him to Scranton, about 2-1/2 miles east of our farm over the county line in Callahan County. In warm weather there were usually old men, telling stories while sitting on the porch of either Morgan’s Store or Gattis Brother’s Store. Morgan’s faced west, providing shade in the morning. The Gattis store was situated eastward, making it a cooler afternoon spot for conversation. A lot of little towns had gathering places like this. In some communities in the South, the old men played dominoes. But in Scranton, these geezers did nothing but talk. And chew tobacco. And spit on the ground. There were usually brothers Felix and Lee Boland (Uncle Drake, husband of my dad’s aunt Lena) and brothers Arthur Baily (husband of my dad’s great aunt Nancy Elvira) and Jim Bailey (husband of my mother’s aunt Grace – In those days, most people in Scranton were related either by blood or marriage). Add to the mix of regulars farmers with chores ...

Welcome Post

Welcome to Flight from Callahan County, a blog from an old, retired guy. Here I’ll occasionally post my thoughts on whatever comes to mind. I grew up in Callahan County, Texas, a rural county situated along Interstate 20 just east of Abilene. The Census Bureau reports a population there of 13,660; median age of 43.3, older than the Texas median of 34.3; median household income of $40,945, lower than the Texas median household income of $59,206; a poverty rate of 15.6%, higher than the Texas rate of 14.7%. Callahan County is part of what is known as the Big Country and where I have always thought West Texas began with traditional farm land giving way to gentle hills and valleys of scrub brush and mesquite good for ranching only. I love Callahan County. I always roll down the car window to smell the fresh air when I drive into the county. I love seeing the magnificent wildflowers along FM 1864 near Scranton in the springtime. I love traveling farther west on that ...