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Friday, October 12, 2018

Forest Albert Sweet - Voices from the Past



Forest, my grandfather, was born in 1888 in Dallas County, Texas. He was one of 12 children, only six of whom survived to adulthood. 

By 1900 (and more likely in the early 1890s) the Sweet family moved to Mangum, Oklahoma. (See footnote.)  By 1908, they had moved to Bowie, Texas.

 At age 19, Forest left home and began his search for a life on his own, going first to Tucson, Ariz. By the end of 1908, he had worked his way back toward Texas and Oklahoma. 

I have been blessed to find a series of letters written to Forest by his father and mother, spanning from 1908 to 1910.  I have been so touched by their expressions of love and concern for this young adult son's welfare, both physical and spiritual. It is evident that faith and devotion to God and their church (the Church of Christ) was the foundation of their home and the rearing of their children. 


This is the first letter in the collection, dated December 28, 1908 from Bowie, Texas (Montague County - where, as it happens, Mary Fitts, Forest's future wife, was born). Take a look:


Bowie, Texas
Dec:28th, 1908
My dear boy Forest
    We received your letter yesterday. We are always glad to hear from you. I wish we could hear from you every day. I am glad to know that you make friends where you stay a while, who are glad to see you return again. You want to know why we had not written to you, it was because you said in your last letter from Shawnee, for us not to write until we hear

[pg.] 2
from you again, so we was waiting to hear from you. You talk like you might not stay there very long. Now unless you can get a job where there is a congregation, or decide to come home, I think you had better stay there. It is better to stick to a job when you have one, than to be changing from one place to another, unless you know you can get better wages, or 

[pg.] 3
better your condition. Spiritually, you are already acquainted there, and seem to be liked by those who know you, so don't change without a good reason. No we have not sold out, and I don't suppose we will soon. I will go ahead to make another crop here. I could get all of Mr. Howks land, but of course I cant tend it. Mr. & Mrs. Howk are gone to Alabama and 

[pg.] 4
may not be back until the 15th of January. He hasn't rented his land yet. Errett has quit the gin. He has been helping on Mr. Primers house the last 3 or 4 days. Mr. Primers house burned down, or [ref?] rather about two weeks ago, the top burned off and he is rebuilding. There is some talk of his Laundry starting up again pretty soon. I don't know what there 

[pg.] 5
is of it. Errett heard something about it, and was telling us. He may have written to you what he knows about it. Well it is time that I was out at work and as your ma will write some, I will quit. Oh, yes I forgot to say that Flossie is sick, has been for about 4 days. They think it is "Lagrippe". Write often as you can my son.
May God bless you, and keep you from all harm.
Your loving father, L.A. Sweet

An interesting fact that lends some perspective on the Sweet's surrounding community --- In 1907, the saloons and brothels were a source of much concern to the residents until an incident took place on March 27 when two marshals were shot down. The next day the residents of Bowie met and passed an ordinance banning saloons and brothels from the town. I can only imagine that my great-grandfather Lewis, a God-fearing Church of Christ minister, was front and center at that meeting and instrumental in taking down those saloons and brothels.

** The move to Mangum from Dallas by 1900 is confirmed by the 1900 census and Forest's youngest brother Hubert's birth records (born in Mangum, 1900). It is likely they moved there around 1890 based on my father's (Orville Sweet) recollection of his father's telling of their trek from Dallas to Mangum when he was about three years old. He said he could remember traveling in a covered wagon in the heat of a summer day and seeing the family dog panting as he walked in the shade of the wagon.

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