A Hickory Nut Hunt To Remember!

By Ed Thomas, Sr. - October 1908 - Leitchfield Gazette

On last Friday, a party of men, women, boys, and girls, numbering 23, left Leitchfield in buggies, surries, and wagonettes, for a woods pasture grown up with young shellbark hickory trees on the farm of John Warren Thomas in the Walnut Flats, three miles northeast of Leitchfield, to spend the day in gathering hickory nuts. It was a lovely fall day, warm and beautiful.

The party was composed of the following persons from Leitchfield: Mrs. George A. Cubbage; Mrs. Sallie Cannon; Mrs. John E. Stone; Mrs. George W. Stone; Mrs. Owen Yates; Mrs. Ed Thomas, Jr.; Mrs. Bailey Tilford; Misses Mable Stone, Martha Moorman, Lula Dee Stone, Mary Ellen Meredith, Rua Ilma Gosnell; Uncle Ed Thomas, Sr.; Henry C. Thomas, Sr.; Clarence Ramsey; Percy Stone, David Cannon; Paul Cannon; Allen Cubbage; Elbert Stone; and Cubbage Willis, a Negro, who was the coachman and was made the climber to shake the nuts down. We were joined by John Warren Thomas and his son, Henry, and daughter, Tina, who remained with us all day.

We found the hickory nuts very plentiful, but had to climb the trees and shake them and had it not been that Mr. Percy Stone came to our aid as an expert climber, we would have fared badly; but all got as many nuts as they could well bring home.

At the hour of 12, all were hungry and tired, and the ladies spread two large, white tablecloths on the yellow leaves and grass and commenced unloading the well-filled baskets of all sorts and kinds of eatables: fried chicken, in abundance; cold boiled ham; beef tongue; sausage; various kinds of salads; sweet and sour pickles; cheese; light bread; biscuits; crackers; various kinds of pies; three or four kinds of pound cakes; sweet milk; good, fresh cream; and hot coffee. The last three articles were furnished by John Warren Thomas and daughter, Tina. We cannot remember all the good things that were on the spread. The hot coffee was made there on the ground by John Warren Thomas, who was given the praise of being an excellent and good coffee maker, and there and then he gave all the married women a lecture on how to make good coffee. His daughter, Miss Tina, was voted the thanks for the best pumpkin pie and best pound cake. All and all it was the best and nicest dinner ever sat down to in the flats.

After the dinner was over, and while the older ladies were fixing up their baskets, the younger set of boys and girls went out coon and 'possum hunting with their three fox terriers and Allan Cubbage's black and tan terrier, Bounce; and Miss Martha Moorman's white fox terrier took the prize by treeing a large 'possum, which Paul Cannon captured by climbing the bush and bringing down the game. Miss Martha Moorman claimed the game because her dog had treed it, but it was finally decided to give it to Paul, who brought him to town alive. The party started two or three rabbits out of brush heaps, but they were too swift for the dogs and boys and girls, and all made their escape. They started two gangs of partridges, but they were too swift on the wing for the boys and girls and their dogs. After rambling about in the beautiful woods pasture until half-past 3:00 p. m., we returned to the house and prepared for home. John Warren Thomas hoped that next fall would be another good hickory nut year, and he gave us all a pressing invitation to come back again and spend the day, and be sure and bring another good dinner.

We all left for home perfectly satisfied with the day's outing, which would long be remembered.

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