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Dwight Chaney, dean of academic studies at Paris Junior College, comments on Lamar County's William A. Owens, a noted teacher, lecturer and writer, and on other topics of historical and literary interest.


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More About Regional Writers

Posted 04.17.06 at 1:59 PM

Those of us who have read This Stubborn Soil, A Seasoning of Weathering, Look to the River, along with so many other of his works, cannot help but attest to the worthiness of the effort to extol the universal to be found in the local. 

So many writers are labeled as regional when in fact the narrative may reflect a particular area but the context transcends to a much broader realm.  Writers typically strive for a timeless dimension which would allow their works to be relevant regardless of the frame of reference.  Of course, time, place, and people are those components which are the backbone of most any portrayal, and we, the readers, are the associated responsive elements.  We must be ready for the activity of reading.  Consequently, how we react to what we read is the emphasis, or the major focus, of the effort. 

Some people might never be ready to read Shakespeare simply because of the archaic nature of so much of his work.  Also, there is the contention that if we are not entertained we may never go back to a source.  Experience may be the telling factor which allows, along the way, a broadening of perspective which will engender further exposure to that which might have seemed alien or not worthwhile.  For these variables, and many more, reading is a challenging proposition. 

I have been reading and re-reading William A. Owens, of course along with many other writers, with a heightened awareness with the passage of time.  A commitment to reading is a mainstay of many of us, and we would feel diminished without something at hand to bolster our days.  I know this may be resoundingly esoteric, but a reading passion is not something espoused by everyone.  How ironic to seemingly narrow the frame of reference, coming from one who has spent his entire career in education, when education is supposed to teach and refine those communications skills to the extent that we depend on and feel comfortable with the exercise of reading. 

Dr. Owens would probably give me a bad time for belaboring the point, but readers seem to be a limited cohort as compared to movie goers and those caught up in the visual.  There are so many different venues competing with books; we are spread thin just trying to have an awareness of all that is out there.  It is no wonder that some writers are the best kept secrets of an area.  What a surprise when the name William Humphrey is brought up, and very few realize he was from Clarksville, Texas. 

Anyone have any comments about Owens or Humphrey?

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Editor | April 17, 2006 @ 04:03 PM

One my earliest recollections of films and books involves Home From The Hill and, I think, illustrates how the simple discussion of history (and culture) can become a little slice of history itself.

When I was a child my mom was fond of telling me about seeing various movie stars in Paris during the filming of Home From The Hill. If my memory of those tales can be trusted, many of the stars stayed at the old Embers Motel on Bonham Street because it was new then and featured a swimming pool. No such accommodations existed in Clarksville at the time, though much of the filming, I was told, took place in Red River County. My mom often mentioned seeing Robert Mitchum sitting on the upstairs balcony at The Embers overlooking the pool, drink in hand.

Naturally, I would ask, “Who?“ or “Why?“ So she’d explain about the stars, the movie and Humphrey’s book, though she had not read it.

Inasmuch as our memories make up our personal histories, Humphrey’s book and the subsequent film have in their way become a part of Paris’ past, at least in the minds of those like myself.


| April 17, 2006 @ 04:18 PM

I appreciate your entry, and look forward to additional comments in the future.  You have struck on a topic I have been interested in for a very long time—the filming of “Home From the Hill.“

It has been my intent to try and collect as many nostalgic commentaries as possilbe about this episode in our local history.  There are many stories out there regarding the filming of the movie and the hijinks of the cast and crew (some were locals). 

One editorial query would be about the name of the motel which I had been told was the Nicholson House Motel?


Editor | April 17, 2006 @ 06:16 PM

Now that you mention it, you’re right about the motel. It was indeed The Nicholson House. The Embers, I now recall, was on Lamar Avenue, east of the Sonic’s present location, and carried that name at least well into the ‘70s.

The years have affected my memory more than I care to admit.

Being young, I wasn’t let in on some of the more interesting tales of cast and crew, but after I grew older I remember hearing about a party held at the pool one night that supposedly got out of hand. (Or at least out of hand by East Texas standards of the day.)

I’ll ask my older brothers if they recall some details of the filming.

IMDB lists three locations for the shoot: Greenwood, Miss. (the cotton gin scenes); Oxford, Miss.; and Paris, Texas.


| April 18, 2006 @ 02:11 PM

Like many students at Paris Junior College, my first encounter with Dr. Owens was in an English literature course.  I was very curious about this local person who actually published a novel.  After reading This Stubborn Soil and A Season of Weathering, I knew I had found a voice from the past.  Dr. Owens grew up in the northern part of Lamar County at the exact same time as my grandmother, who grew up in the southern part of the county.  I was able to ask my grandmother about some of the incidents Owens illustrated in his book.  With her validation, Bill Owens became even more important to my understanding of this part of the world and of my own ancestors.  It wasn’t until many years later that I realized Dr. Owen’s reputation far exceeded the boundaries of Lamar County, Texas.

Reading the novels again many years later, I appreciated even more Owen’s heartbreaking struggle to gain an education.  As I taught This Stubborn Soil last semester to a group of non-traditional freshman composition students, I saw that his appeal is still fresh.  Students realized that they are not the only ones to work so hard to make a better life for themselves.  Although it is much easier to receive an education now than it was one hundred years ago, the need to better oneself is still inherent in the children of this area.


wfuller | April 23, 2006 @ 05:35 PM

William Owens never made it into my course on Life and Literature of the Southwest at NTSU, but, many years later, a connection with Paris Junior College introduced me to This Stubborn Soil when Mary Lou Williams, then retired from the English Department, lent me her copy upon my solemn oath to return it (an oath I honored so I must now purchase a new copy for re-reading).

My comment, however, is really to mention another, perhaps little known, regional writer, George Lester Vaughan (1890-1981). While my own mother was a member of the English faculty at PJC, Vaughan, a Baptist minister in Paris, Texas presented her with a signed copy of his book, The Cotton Renter’s Son, copyrighted in 1967 and apparently privately published by Henington Publishing Company in Wolfe City, Texas. The book recounts Vaughan’s experiences growing up as the son of a share cropper in Georgia, Alabama, and finally Texas. Replete with pen and ink corrections by the author and with the caption to one photograph taped to the page, the book is hardly an erudite production, but as a first-person account of a farm hand’s life in the agricultural society of northeast Texas in the early years of the twentieth century, it is a marvelous, if somewhat unconventional, history book.

Bill Fuller


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