Noonday Creek

In the cotton field just beyond Noonday Creek, there was an area where I, alone or with my brother Dick, found Indian arrowheads, other obsidian tools, pestles and mortars, and broken pieces of pottery. After a farmer had plowed the field in the spring, rains washed the top soil and exposed these relics. I collected and classified these findings into cardboard boxes that eventually filled up a large wooden box. 

At Oak Grove School, I had my first teaching experience. The school was four miles (6.4 km) of unpaved roads from Woodstock and close to where J H Johnston had his three hundred acre (120 hectare) farm. Usually, my mother drove me to and from the school, or I rode one of Grandpa Dial s horses, but for several days I had boarded at a farmhouse near the school, because Noonday Creek had flooded the road Kevin Boston and I had tried to wade through flood waters to reach my mother s car on the other side, but the water was too deep (Figure 1.2(a)). 

Figure 1.2a. Hal J. and Mr. Boston unsuccessfully trying to cross flooded Noonday Creek. Photograph by Mrs. Florine Dial Johnston in family album taken in 1939.

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