(Group #-05-Letters published in the 1980s by Edna Drexler)

Group #-05-Letters
published in the 1980s
by Edna Drexler

After my aunt, Ruth Komis, died in the fall of 2002, I found that she had collected and pasted so now very faded news clippings from the The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO, and pasted them on pages which she was keeping writings of her mother, Edna Drexler.
These documents are very difficult to read because they are so faded.
However, I have been retyping them into documents and making them available to other family members by posting them on this Internet page.
Many include memories from the very early 1900s of Scott City.
Submitted by Donald L Williams Poster-#-25-

Group #-05-Letters published in the 1980s by Edna Drexler

  • Thursday, August 11, 1983

    The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754


    Dear Editor

    I always read a chapter from the Bible to my grandmother each day when she came to visit with us. She was at this time nearly eighty years old and nearly blind. She loved to hear the scriptures. It made me feel very proud when she asked me to read to her from the Bible. Sometimes she would choose the chapters for me to read and sometimes she would make the selection. Most of the chapters she chose were long and being ten years old I was eager to go outdoors and play as soon as possible. Usually, I would suggest the sixth chapter of Ephesians to be read as it was short. My grandmother would agree and did not seem to notice that I read the chapter quite often. Maybe she did notice but found it amusing that I read the chapter so often. I learned to love reading the Bible from her.

    My grandmother entertained the children in the family with stories and news of our relatives she had seen lately. My younger brother would climb up into her lap and ask for a story. She asked him what kind of story he would like to hear and he would always answer more “bear” stories. When my grandmother began to praise a grandson (my cousin) I would fee jealous. I remember her one time I spoke up and told her that I had heard him say a bad word. Grandmother looked at me and said, “Now what bad word did you ever hear him say?” I felt very solemn, as I repeated the word, “dam.” Then she smiled and said, “Why that is not a bad word. Don’t you know a dam is a bank of dirt used to hold back high water?” I was disappointed that I had made no headway in putting him down in her opinion. My mother in the next room had heard the whole conversation and she laughed heartily at my embarrassment. My grandmother laughed the most because she felt like she had won a case in court.


    Edna Drexler


    Thursday, August 18, 1983

    To the Editor

    The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754


    There was a spot on the Mississippi River where “baptizing” was done. A safe place had been found in the river where the converts could be put under by the persons standing in the water. This was beautiful spot as there was a wooded area back up the bank from the river where the people could have a basket dinner and talk with all their friends. When there was a “baptizing”, it was a day of rejoicing for the whole community. All denominations of churches would join in the ceremony and anyone who wished to be baptized could be included. On Baptism Sunday people came from everywhere; you could hear the wagons rattling down the road from every direction. Everyone had a big basket dinner of good eats to share with others. This particular story was told to me by my mother about a baptismal ceremony she attended. She smiled every time she told it.

    A man had just been baptized and he was so happy that he shouted, “All my sins have been washed away.” Someone was heard to say in the crowd, “I thought I saw something bubbling down the river.” But this really was a day of rejoicing for the crowd of people were serious about religion and the salvation of anyone brought to Christ.


    “Chalk Bluffs” as they were called are located between the old Commerce Road and the Mississippi River. As a child, I looked at the bluffs and wondered what they were made of. I asked many questions, but no one seemed to know much about them. I was told that a long, long time ago there was an attempt by some persons to make paint from the materials taken from the bluffs. My husband thought the bluffs could contain silica as he had had experience working in silica mines and there was a resemblance to that which he had seen. The chalk bluffs are still there but no much has ever been learned about them.


    Thursday, September 1, 1983

    To the Editor

    The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754


    Dear Editor,

    When I was ten years old, I took my pencils and papers and went to sit under the shade of a big cherry tree to write stories and poems. The cherry tree was located in a quiet spot behind our barn in the middle of the field. It was there I began doing what I wanted to do more than anything else in my life – write.

    My interest was great in reading stories but I cared little for the fiction kind; the real life stories were my favorites. Reading was fun, but I wanted to write my own stories. The stories of early history in Scott County was more interesting to me. It was under the cool shade of the cherry tree that I began writing these stories.

    One day I decided to send a story to the county newspaper, The Scott Democrat. As a result, I began writing a series of stories which appeared in the paper. My mother was very interested in what I was doing and could hardly wait for each paper to see what I had written. My uncle commented that I was pretty young to be writing for a paper, but said he liked what I had written. He especially liked a poem.

    Years afterward when I was married, my interest was still in writing about Scott County. I wrote stories for the Scott Democrat. Finally, I reached the end of my stories, and Mr. Alden Pinney, the editor of the newspaper, asked why I had not sent any more stories. I had to say that everything had been told up to date and I would wait until something else happened.


    Edna Drexler

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