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T. E. Cowart A Texan Farmer's Letter to his Mother - difficulty of farming in down pours and wind - difficult conditions.... .Lockney, TX.5054
T. E. Cowart A Texan Farmer's Letter to his Mother - difficulty of farming in down pours and wind - difficult conditions.... .Lockney, TX.5054


 
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A long letter from Tucker E. Cowart, a Texan farmer, written over the course of a month to his mother, Amelia in Bonham, TX. The letter provides an update on Tucker's life, family and farm. It is also clear that even though his mother lives in Bonham, some 350 miles away from Tucker in Lockney, some of the land Tucker is farming does belong to to her. Due to the unseasonable dry summer and wet fall, Tucker has been having problems with his various crops, and portions of this letter reflect his anxiety of this. During the course of the year Tucker has planted several types of corn, wheat, and oats. Additionally, there appears to be a possible land dispute with one of their neighbors (who was loaned a portion of the Tucker's land in years prior), and Tucker seems to be considering hiring the town's land surveyor in order to make sure he is actually remembering the boundaries of their land. The letter itself is three double sided pages and a corresponding envelope. Below is are several excerpts from the letter: "It has been trying to rain for about a wk. Rained about all night last night. We didn't need it. We have had plenty of rain this fall, none in the summer. Crops are short, crops are good in some localities. No good crops right close around here. Planted 31 acres of kaffir corn, 15 acres of maize, 8 acres of wheat, 15 acres of oats on your end of the field. Kaffir didn't head, from knee high to waist high. I cut it, made good many bundles. Few heads in the maize. Staid [sic] dry to [sic] long for anything. Your wheat and oats didn't grow at all. No season. I plowed it all up, cultivated the land all summer kept it clear, sowed it in wheat this fall to a very good stand." "We had some windy weather last wk. The wind blew hard from the north, blowed [sic] all the cotton out. A man south west of us had about 40 or 50 acres of cotton. The fellow west of us had about 400 acres of Russian Thistles. The wind broke them all off, they rolled up against his fence, tore it down. Rolled on across the dutchman's cotton patch. The thistles have little thorns on them. The cotton stuck to them. They kept rolling. I guess they are down about Big Springs now at the speed they were going, cotton and all. The Thistles are getting to be a sight in the country." "The children seem to keep very well. They put on their shoes since it got cool. Farris feet are so rusty - he is getting uneasy about them. He thinks he is turning to a negro, the rust won't come off. Lucy is well and hearty, she has gone visiting the sick. This aft [sic] left the Indians here with me, they are making lots of racket.". Turner E. Cowart was born on January 15, 1870 to Alexander Johnston Cowart (1845-1908) and Amelia L. Lovelace (1850-1930) in Texas. He had several siblings: Wilsie B. Cowart (1872-1873), Annie Maud Cowart (1873-1899), Arlie Robert Cowart (1874-1899), Mack D. Cowart (1876-1964), Bruce W. Cowart (1880-1894), John C. Cowart (1882-1909), Lottie Mae Cowart (1886-1962), William Edgar Cowart (1890-1874), Thomas Roscoe Cowart (1890-1988) and Amelia Elizabeth Cowart Ragland (1895-1925). He married Lucy E. Hartman (1890-1977) on October 30, 1907 and had two children together: Farris E. Cowart (1909-1984) and Juanita Elizabeth Cowart Drake (1910-1973).  Turner had moved to Lockney, TX in or around 1905 and farmed on his land there until 1956, when he moved to Plainview, TX. He died shortly thereafter on January 5, 1958 in Hale, Texas of a heart ailment.