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"Sometime away in the past a son in law of the Burdines came looking for a location and selected a place 2 or 3 miles southeast of the old Baptist Church that I have already mentioned. After he died, the Burdines abandoned this land and it became a cattle range. My Daddy's step sister, Aunt Georgia Davidson, would saddle a horse, no matter how wild, ride through this wild forest to these old fields. By this time, they were called the Skinner Fields (close to old Adley). She would locate the cattle by the bells, and come riding in cowboy style. She delighted in these trips as she was something of a tomboy. All this happened before my time but in later years she was one of the noblest, grandest character I ever knew.
I suppose the Burdines first introduced Methodism as all through my life I never heard of a Burdine that was not a Methodist.
By this time Siloam was built, the first Methodist Church. It had a setting of big trees and was where they held the great camp meeting. They came from a long distance and tented on the old camp ground. Here they shouted, sand and preached and would go off in trances. I think this frenzy was so exhausting they would faint from exhaustion. They would lie in state of coma for some time. Here my grandfather's old negro always had a little refreshment stand until one night he was murdered by another negro.
Long time before this time the Reverend Mr Banner was teaching here. During a great storm a little boy ran out and was killed by a falling tree. His name was Braden.
After the war a company of Yankee soldiers were camped at Smithville. One night while coming in off a pilfering and marauding trip they were ambushed and one was shot dead off his horse in front of the old church.
I attended my first school there under Professor Dansby. He was a big brawny man with brilliant black eyes and a hooked nose, but he was very kind. At that time the students studied out loud and the din of the noise would reach such a high pitch he would stamp his foot and hooler "SILENCE", and nearly scare the little ones to death.
Reverend John Burdine preached his last sermon there. I remember I was at my grand-dad's old home that faced the lane leading to the church. All the girls in the community came by horseback riding to church. They all had the long black riding skirts nearly touching the ground. They were something every woman possessed.
By this time Mr Burdine was disabled. My grandfather and Wesley Bowen had moved away. The big church cemetary was this side of the church. A few years ago a grand daughter of the Rev John Burdine came and assisted in putting the brick pillars and fence around the Burdine and Stegall graves. All the other part of this big cemetary had been plowed under years before. This was the sister and wife of the cotton company of Anderson and Clayton."
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