Interview # 9297
Field Worker: Maurice R. Anderson
Date: November 19, 1937
Name: Mrs. Joe Henson
Residence: Maysville, Oklahoma
Date of Birth: August 25, 1891
Place of Birth: Beef Creek, Chickasaw Nation, Indian Territory
Father: William Mays, born in Tennessee
Mother: Georgie Ann Thornton, born in Georgia
I was born at old Beef Creek in the Chickasaw Nation in 1891. My
father, William Mays, and his two brothers went through the Civil War together and in 1872
settled in the Chickasaw Nation at a place later named by them "Beef Creek"
My father hauled lumber from Sherman, Texas, with ox teams to build his
first house and these three brothers started the Mays Brothers Ranch.
I have heard my father say in the early days that they drove their cattle
to Kansas. I can remember back when I was five years old, we lived in a large ranch
house located on Beef Creek and about half a mile south of where we lived upon the hill
was the other ranch house. Both places were owned by my father and his two brothers.
At that time I was the only little girl on the ranch and the cowboys
working for my father were always getting me some kind of a present. Every time they
would take a bunch of cattle to market they would bring me back something and on one trip
they brought me a pair of red-top boots with silver plates on the toes of them and my name
engraved on the plates.
By the time I was big enough to sit on a horse, my father gave me a horse
and saddle. I remember every morning when the boys would saddle up for the day's
work they would put my saddle on my horse. They wouldn't let me go on roundups and
ride my horse. If I wanted to go I would have to ride in the wagon.
My two big sisters helped with the cattle just like men. One of my
sisters married a Caddo Indian and the other married a Cherokee Indian.
Every Saturday morning my father would send one of the men to the river
for a load of white sand and in the house where we lived there was one room as large as
the ordinary house today and there was nothing in this room but a bench around the wall.
Father would have the floor of this room scrubbed with this white sand and
sawdust and noon on Saturday people from far around would begin to gather there for
Saturday night and Sunday. There would be two or three preachers and we owned an
organ. I have heard my father say, the only one in this part of the country.
There would be singing and preaching until Sunday night. One of my sisters
would hold Sunday School every Sunday morning. If it was warm weather she would hold
the class in the front yard.
There would be such a large crowd there to feed that my mother would have
to carry eggs and butter over during the week. She would pack the butter and eggs in
salt brine so they would keep until Saturday and Sunday.
A few years later there was a school house built near the store and they
would use it on Saturdays and Sundays.
Nearly every Sunday there would be from two to four preachers at our home
My mother was a Christian woman and didn't believe in dances but a bunch
of the cow-hands talked her into letting them have a dance one Christmas night at the
upper ranch house. She finally consented to let them have their dance if they would
promise not to get drunk. Of course, they made her the promise, but before midnight,
I have heard her say, they ended up in a big free-for-all fight and she never would let
them have another dance.
In 1902 there was a gristmill built on the river about two miles from our
home and it was my job to take a sack of corn to the mill every Saturday morning.
Before this mill was built one of the boys would take corn to the mill at
When Maysville first started to build in 1902, it was named first Mays and
later the name was changed to Maysville.
Doctor Thachard was Maysville's first doctor. He was the doctor here
when Maysville was known as Beef Creek.
I now live within two hundred years of where I was born in 1891.