Richard Roberson, told to Danny Morris the following information he described as the language of Richard’s childhood up-bringin’.
I was born and raised in St. Joseph, in the middle of Tennessee. About 1960 Mr. Henry Perry moved away with his sixteen kids. When Mr. Henry moved, that just ruined our census. It knocked us down to under 500, and there went our school system. We had eight grades in the grammar school and what we wanted was eight teachers. We ended up with eight grades and they allowed us only six teachers. So we had to combine the first and second and the third and forth grades. You had to scrap to make a good grade ‘cause the teacher didn’t have a whole lot of time to spend with ya’.
We had a State Senator named Marvin Bryant. He was trying his best to get St. Joe on the map. He knew some people that worked for T.V.A. You know T.V.A. was a big entity in that part of the world. The people who worked there made lots of money. They had a car. We didn’t have a car, but people who worked for T.V.A. had a car.
Mr. Marvin said, “What we really need in St. Joe is a fire truck. We have houses burnin’ to the ground, and we need a fire truck.”
He located one up in Virginia. That thing had twenty-four cylinders. It ran on twelve and pumped water on twelve. The big red fire truck had letters on the side, and them big hoses, and all them brass fittins’.
Sergeant Wilford had retired from the Army and moved to St. Joe. He worked in the fire department in the United States Army. He knew how to train people on puttin’ out a fire.
So, they got a volunteer fire department together.
The first thing they had to do was raise money because they needed some coats and some hats that turned around backwards to keep hot coals from going down ya’ neck—like we had any office buildin’ or anything—but the whole town made up the money. Mr. Marvin had Earl Scruggs and Lester Flatt playin’ music there. They drawed a big crowd! Took up three or four hundred dollars, tryin’ to get everybody one of them fire hats and a coat so they would be safe when they was’ fightin’ them fires.
Sarge was trainin’ ‘em how to use that fire truck. Sarge would train Little Bud Springer and Big Bud Springer, and Elmer Lee Chandler, and Mr. Walter Shelton, who had a lot of sense. He worked for T.V.A.!They would drive it down to the mule barn that was built on a creek. Sarge said, “Listen, this is a serious piece of equipment. You know it pumps on twelve cylinders.” They had a big old hose. That thing was three or four inches in diameter. It took two men to hold the end of it just to hook it up and put the water to it.
One day Sarge said, “We’re goin’ to throw the other end of this hose in the mule barn culvert, where the creek runs, and we’re goin’ to pump some water. Boys, point this thing up stream so it can suck the most water.” Billy Ray and Elmer Lee was on the front end of the hose.
Sarge timed ‘em, because in a volunteer fire department, you had to be quick! All you could see on Billy Ray and Elmer Lee was teeth—all forty-five or so teeth they had between ‘em. They were grinnin’ wide open. Somebody turned that thing on and Billy Ray and Elmer Lee found that holdin’ that hose turned out to be a four-man job. They didn’t know what to expect and didn’t know how to hold on—or turn it loose.
Sarge had to start all over again, and they worked and worked all summer. Finally, they felt like they knew how to use the fire truck.
Then they had to raise money to get a si-reen. It wasn’t a siren; it was a si-reen. They put it high up on a pole so everybody could hear it when it went off. It was a good volunteer fire department; a lot of good, carin’ people. They were doin’ it for the community.
Of course, the fire truck had a water reservoir—three or four hundred gallons of water.
Everything was ready. To tell you the truth, I think everybody was prayin’ for a fire. Of course, they were ready—they had their hats, they had their big coats that firemen wear. They had a fire truck, and they knew what to do with it. Weeks went by, and months went by, and they kept practicin’.
Poor old Miss Mable’s house was burnin’. They got the fire truck down there to Miss Mable’s and went through their drill. They pointed that hose toward Miss Mable’s house and cranked their twelve cylinders up and it pumped all of the water out of that truck in three minutes. They all stood there and watched Miss Mable’s house burn to the ground. It was a sad night for trained fire fighters.
They decide they needed a tank truck like was used for hauling oil and stuff. It took Sarge two or three months to get them wired in to how to use the second truck.
Then, Mr. Fred Bradly’s General Mercantile caught on fire. They drove both trucks to the fire, hooked everything up, and they were shootin’ water. Oh, boy! The water was sucked out of both tanks in no time. They had to stand there and watch Mr. Fred Bradly’s store burn to the ground. So they decided if a house on fire ain’t close to a creek, there ain’t no way to fight it. They bought about 200 feet more of the hose and prayed that the next fire would be close enough to a creek to give ‘em a fightin’ chance.
It must have been three years later before they had a fire that was within a hundred yards of a creek. There were two or three runnin’ down to the creek to throw the end of the hose in, with a couple of them hookin’ up that tank truck. They fired off all twelve cylinders, and started spraying water everywhere. They had enough equipment, and enough hose, and a fire truck, and a tank truck, and enough trained volunteers, they could put the fire out. Although they saved part of the house, they ruined everything in it with all of that water, but it didn’t burn to the ground.
It was Mr. Johnny Hutto’s house. When they finished, they said, “Johnny look, this is the first house we’ve ever saved.” The old feller took his hat off, scratched his head, and said, “I tell ya what, ‘bout all we saved was the outside walls, but I appreciate it.”
A volunteer fire department is a great thing because the people who volunteer really care for their community. It just takes lots of trainin’, lots of commitment, and lots of specialized expertise to run a first-rate volunteer fire department like this one!
We salute these caregivers to their community!
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Who among us has not started a task, hit a snag, and decided to quit? (Quitting is likely not the best response!) Consider these ole’ boys in this true story. They chose a great task, hit many snags (and watched lots of houses burn down), but they never quit! Now, we are reading about them
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