Take Me Back To Ozone, Arkansas


It has been a long week.   We had an eight-day re-construction project started and completed, and while everything is cleaned up and back to normal, these things are never fun.  During one of the more frustrating days when either the lawyer was here, or the insurance adjuster, or an 82-year-old woman beeping her horn in our driveway for kicks, I turned to James and reminded him that it was 7 years ago this week that we were preparing to depart for Ozone, Arkansas.  Gas prices were not yet $2.00 a gallon.  The mention of the trip brought a smile and fond memories.

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Many of us had our ‘walking sticks’ for the trek on the old Ozone farmstead above.  In Pelsor, I bought an awesome varnished stick (not the one pictured) at Nellie’s Crafts for $5.49.  It sits alongside my desk as a reminder of Ozone and all that it represents.

Ozone is a small dot on the map, a place where more memories than people live, a mountainous region where my mom’s family farmed and lived before departing the rocky soil for the sand of Waushara County in the 1940’s.   In early May 2001 all seven of the kids that my grandparents raised traveled back to Ozone, along with some of their own children and grandchildren, to again walk the fields and re-tell the stories of their youths that were as fresh to them as if they had happened only the year before.  For a long wonderful once-in-a-lifetime family reunion weekend the siblings had a real trip back in time.  For the rest of us it was a real connection to our past.  At the time I wrote….

Despite intermittent rain showers the seven children, along with their children and grandchildren, walked the former land once farmed by the family in the 1930’s and 1940’s.  The present owners, Gen Nelson and Brian and Rhea Rylee, were most hospitable as the Schwarz’s retraced their steps where they had once combined hard farm work with memorable smiles and times of family togetherness. 

The boundary of the farmstead is still bordered by a rock fence that delighted the family members.  Herman’s parents, Jacob and Bertha Schwarz bought the 160-acre farm in 1908. Construction of the fence started soon after.  Waist high in most places, and still sturdy enough to allow an adult to walk on top of it in some places, the fence remains a testament to hard work and perseverance. 

A picnic lunch followed the walk at the Old School house in Ozone where Anna Schwarz had once worked in the kitchen.  Local Ozone residents, Jewell Walker Best and Lois Yates proudly showed the family the latest quilt that local women are sewing that will be sold for the continued up-keep of the school.

On Sunday as clouds gave way to bright sunshine the Schwarz family drove up the mountain to attend worship service at the Ozone Baptist Church where Anna and Herman had once attended.

With a rock or two from the fence and a sense of serenity provided by the beauty of the Ozarks and the kindness afforded by local residents, the family left the mountain.

Across the road from the old school house there lived a small boy named Justin (below) who was attracted to all the bustle and cars that normally were not around his small world.  He ventured over and soon was striking up conversations, and it was clear he was interested in staying for lunch with us.  We had all brought our own sandwiches, and as James and I had plenty, we invited him to share our food.  Talking with him I soon learned that Ozone was more remote than I had previously understood.  He had never seen a camera or an umbrella before and was giggling every time we took a picture of him and flash would go off.  Opening the umbrella was something that had to be done over and over.  After returning to Madison we framed a couple of pictures and sent them to his home in the Ozarks.

JustinHarris

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One thought on “Take Me Back To Ozone, Arkansas

  1. Matt

    I just moved to Ozone Arkansas and Retired at 30. I have a beautiful 3 bedroom brick home on land for only $65K. I have traveled Europe and lived in 20+ states. I have lived in the biggest of cities and lived a high tech life.

    Now this is my dream come true. The people are Great and its a stress free life.

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