I would like to thank  Roger Robinson first for such a nice compliment, and for sending us the following information. I found the advertisement to be a sad commentary on life of prisoners of war during the Civil War.  Does anyone happen to have copies of the letters that Roger mentions written by Samuel Davis Callaway to Benjamin Stiles Duncan during his imprisonment at Johnson's Island Union prison? Samuel Davis Callaway's line of descent is as follows:
Peter Callaway
Peter Callaway
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
John Callaway
Jonathan O. Callaway
Samuel Davis Callaway

Hello, Donna!
I continue to be amazed by the extraordinary Callaway newsletter. Even though my connection to the Callaways is tangential and long ago, I still enjoy reading the articles that appear. I am sure that a great deal of the credit for the newsletter should go to you, so thank you for the part that you play in its publication. Keep up the great work!
Roger Robison
robison at texas.net

PS Apparently, a few letters exist that were written by my distant relative Samuel Davis Callaway (John > Jonathan O. > Samuel Davis Callaway) to Benjamin Stiles Duncan while the former was a prisoner of war at Johnson's Island, OH. Unfortunately, I have never been able to persuade the person who contacted me to share them and have since lost contact. He did send me a poor quality photocopy of an ad that appeared in an unnamed newspaper at the time in which S. D. Callaway was asking B. S. Duncan to contact him at the prison. It was dated September 18, 1864. I tried to clean up the print, so the result is but a poor facsimile. I am attaching it if it is anything that you might be able to use. I think the initial word in the ad might be "depot."

I would like to thank Bill Piper for sending us this newspaper snippet about Awilda Callaway and her crusade against the Colding Moth. Awilda's line of descent is as follows:
Peter Callaway
John Callaway
Edward Callaway
Job Callaway, Sr.
Joseph Callaway
Abraham Aaron Callaway
James Wiley Callaway
Charles Clark Callaway and 1st wife Susette Abbot
Aurora Alwilda Callaway

More agricultural news.
As part of my constant and continuing effort to bring you information from the cutting edge of scientific, industrial and agricultural research, I bring you Alwilda Callaway, a pretty (of course) Montrose co-ed,
and her relentless quest to rid the local orchards of codling moth. News does not come much hotter than this!

As they used to tell me, there's only one thing worse than finding a  worm in an apple, and that's half a worm.
Bill
Bill at kellaway.info

MONTROSE CO-ED MAKES RECORD KILLING WORMS

Miss Alwilda Callaway, a pretty Montrose co-ed, who is spending her vacation at home, says the Montrose Press, is the champion killer of Codling worms. Miss Callaway took a position in the Catlin orchards thinning apples, when someone was needed to kill the coddling worms that get on the trees. She was asked if she was afraid of worms and replied, "No". Miss Callaway was put at work and in a short time demonstrated that she is probably the champion in the state. Her duties require that she take the bands off the apple trees and kill all worms underneath and then replace the band, walk 30 feet to another tree and repeat the performance. She averages 600 trees in a day of 10 hours, which is one a minute.

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~ from Daily Journal, Telluride, San Miguel County, Colorado, Saturday, July 14, 1923

The following article was submitted to CFA by CFA Member, Nyda Dell Callaway, (Mrs. Leon H. Marx) and published in the 1999 CFA Journal. It was written by her uncle, William Amos Callaway, and it's a wonderful description of the people and places in the early 1900s in Colorado. Following is Part 2 of the article. The first part appeared in last month's newsletter. This family's line of descent is as follows:
Peter Callaway
John Callaway
Edward Callaway
Job Callaway, Sr.
Joseph Callaway
Abraham Aaron Callaway
James Wiley Callaway
William Stone Callaway
William Amos Callaway

In the first part of this article, published last month, is mentioned William Stone Callaway's ownership of the Cosmopolitan Cafe. Thank you to Bill Piper who sent us the following newspaper snippets advertising the opening of this cafe. 

Cosmopolitan Cafe to Open Sunday.
M. D. Kemper and W. S. Callaway,
of Montrose, have associated them-
selves together under the firm name
of Kemper and Callaway, for the pur-
pose of operating the Cosmopolitan
Cafe. They expect to get opened up
and ready for business by March 15th.
Mr. Kemper, the senior member of
the firm, is an old and experienced
steward and chef, having filled the po-
sition of steward at the west portal
of the tunnel at Montrose ever since
work was begun thereon by the gov-
ernment. Prior to his service at the
Montrose tunnel Mr. Kemper was in
the service of the Santa Fe eating
house system, and is recognized as
a man at the top of his trade.
Mr. Callaway has been engaged in
business at Montrose and at the west
portal of the tunnel for some years
past and is known to some of our
Telluride people.
Messrs. Kemper & Callaway intend
to run a first class place and will
cater to the very best trade, feeling
sure that they will be able to please
their patrons.

Daily Journal
Telluride, San Miguel County, Colorado
Thursday, March 12, 1908

M.D. Kemper, senior member of
the firm of Kemper & Callaway,
accompanied by his wife, arriv-
ed in Telluride Saturday evening.
Messrs. Kemper & Callaway opened
the Cosmopolitan Cafe to the public
yesterday afternoon with a fine tur-
key dinner

Daily Journal
Telluride, San Miguel County, Colorado
Monday, March 16, 1908

More Memoirs of William Amos Callaway (Part 2)

This history would be very incomplete if I did not relate a few incidents that involved our cousins, Eugene and Owen Callaway, Uncle Mack, the sheriff's boys and my brother Albert. Eugene and I were one year older than Albert and Owen and I guess for the most part were the leaders of any mischievous acts that came to pass as a result of our close association. I have no recollection of any dishonest acts that in any way contributed to injury or any out of pocket expense, by our parents or others, during our younger years in and around Montrose.

Albert and I had a burro, (Bulch) and Gene and Owen had a burro, with clubbed hooves on its rear feet, named Jack. We were as much at home when at their house as they were when at ours. If we were afoot and met them with their donkey and cart we rode with them. If they were afoot they rode with us. One summer morning about nine o'clock, Albert and I were walking toward Main Street from our home when Gene and Owen came down the street in their cart. We asked where they were going and were advised that they were on their way to California. Having nothing better to do that day, we decided to go along and climbed into the cart with them. Some three hours later, about noon, we arrived at Olathe, about nine miles north of Montrose. Gene decided the burro needed a little rest, so he pulled into a grove of trees on Main Street. Our stomachs told us it was time to eat. Fortunately, Gene had a few cents so we bought some crackers at the grocery store. It was then decided we could make some money if we would conduct a rodeo. The burro was unhitched, and by kicking him in the flanks he would kick and buck. Gene rode him around that way for about an hour while the rest of us shouted and yelled to attract attention. Then we passed our caps around for donations, with no success whatever. About four o'clock, with no funds, the trip to California was cancelled and we started toward Montrose. About twilight, a one-room school house appeared by the side of the road. It being unlocked, we went inside and looked around, then Gene and I went out in the yard to investigate the school's water system, a well about 10 feet deep. While we were thus engaged, Owen and Albert came out of the school house carrying some school books. It was then decided that it would be very helpful to the students of that school district if we discarded their old literature so they could have some new books. It was promptly done by the four of us dumping all the books in the room into the water well. After which, we climbed into the cart and headed for home. We arrived there about midnight. After the absence of a full day, with no one knowing our whereabouts, we were all aware that a darn good spanking was on the agenda when we arose in the morning. In order to put it off as long as possible, we would get up before mother and father were awake, grab something to eat and depart for another day.

One summer morning I met Gene and we decided to go swimming in the arroyo, east of town. We found a nice grassy place and spent the entire day there. That evening on arrival home, all sun burned, I told mother where we had been and what had been done. Not so with Gene, he told his mother that we had been out picking strawberries all day. When the sun got hot, he had taken off his shirt, that he had picked two crates of strawberries and Amos had only picked one crate. When she asked for the money he had earned, she was told the farmer didn't have money to pay us that day, but we were to return there on Saturday and he would have the money to pay us. Mother communicated with Aunt Nettie on the telephone to check our stories and discovered the discrepancy. On Saturday afternoon Gene came home with a dollar, that he had apparently earned at some other work, and gave it to his mother as strawberry money. I was in trouble with my mother, not only for lying, but also for not bringing home my earnings.

Before movies came into style, the Opera House was the most popular building in Montrose. Unless we were taken to a show by Uncle Joe and Aunt Sadie, the Opera House was almost "off limits" to our family because the price of admission was beyond father's means. However, stage plays were scheduled with regularity, especially during the winter months, and most of them were very good. George Roebuck lived next door to Gene and Owen. He was an usher at the Opera House and also cleaned the building and set up the wooden chairs before each performance. Gene and I arranged with George to smuggle us into the building so we could see a play that was particularly appealing to us. We were taken into the Opera House and hidden in a closet about three o'clock in the afternoon and were cautioned not to make a sound. From that minute, until after eight o'clock, Gene and I didn't even talk to each other.  The lights were dimmed and the curtain raised when George opened our door, but for me the call of nature had preceded George, I had wet all over myself. Too ashamed to stand around, in those very tight pants that boys wore at that time, in that condition, I finally sneaked out of the building and went home. Never again did I ever try to get into the Opera House without paying the proper price of admission.

In the summer of 1911, father secured employment with the Uintah Railway as a brakeman. The Uintah was a short line, narrow gauge, that ran from Mack, Colorado, in a northwesterly direction to a small village called Dragon, Utah. The employment turned out to be permanent, so mother sold most of our household goods, and we departed from Montrose early in October in route to Dragon, Utah. The train left Montrose about three o'clock in the afternoon. At Delta, we were held up because of a freight derailment, in the canyon, and no one seemed to know just how long we would be delayed. We finally departed from Delta about 10:00 p.m. and stopped again in about one hour. Passengers on our train were unloaded and we all walked, carrying our luggage, over paths that had been hastily prepared, above many wrecked and broken freight cars whose cargo had broken loose and had been tossed about in a helter-skelter fashion. Another train of coaches had been dispatched there from Grand Junction to take us to our destination. About halfway over the transfer, who should appear out of the darkness but father. He had come from Grand Junction with the relief train. What a pleasure it was to see him again, especially at that particular moment to help carry the heavy luggage mother always found necessary to take with her when traveling. We arrived at Grand Junction about one in the morning, transferred to another train for Mack, then on to the Uintah, arriving at Dragon about noon. We stayed in the company hotel until our household good arrived, about a week later.

The town of Dragon was another adventure for us. It was on the Ute Indian reservation. Some 30 Indian braves were always seated on the south side of the store building, sunning themselves, all wrapped in heavy Navajo Indian blankets. When they moved off, with squaws that seemed to appear from nowhere carrying heavy loads of hay or other heavy material on their backs, the braves would walk ahead of the squaws carrying nothing but the blanket in which they were wrapped to keep warm. Indian camps were located a mile or so outside the town and there was never any fraternizing between Indians and whites.

Chipeta, wife of Chief Ouray, and her brothers Chief McCook and Sam Atchee, together with Bob Colorow, Caracas, Captain Jinks, Augasigh and many others with their families, camped around Dragon during the winter months. In the spring they would move into the high country on Bitter Creek or Willow Creek, where they would spend the summer.

Father was quite a promoter, and he worked out a deal with the Directors of the Montrose County Fair for the Utes to put on a demonstration, during the three day fair in 1912. This provided the Indians with an opportunity to visit the lands that they had been driven from in 1880, and to once again for the first and last time, they had a chance to visit the lands in which most of them had been born. One evening was set aside by Directors of the Fair, and an admission charge of 25 cents was made for each individual entering the fair grounds, all of which was paid over to the Utes and this was used to reimburse them for their efforts and expense they had incurred in travel to and from the area. Their presentation turned out to be one of the highlights of that particular fair. The show lasted almost three hours and was appreciated by some 3,000 satisfied customers. It also brought about a lasting friendship between the Indians and our family. We never again lacked for fresh meat while living at Dragon. A knock would come at our back door in the night. When opened, an Indian would pass in a sack containing a large piece of venison, without saying a word, then depart into the night.

When we arrived at Dragon in October 1911, the Uintah Railway had just completed the extension of the line from Dragon to Watson, about 10 miles to the north-west along Evacuation creek. A spur line had also been constructed beginning at a point one mile east of Watson, to the westerly direction, where several new Gilsonite mines were opened. Most of the construction people were still quartered at Dragon, living in what could be construed as a small tent city as the population, conservatively estimated, totaled about 1,000 persons. The town boasted of having a modern hotel, with 20-odd rooms, two general merchandise stores, two saloons, a restaurant and three elementary schools. Before the next spring, however, the hotel, one store, both saloons and two of the schools had been eliminated and the town settled into very much the same day to day operation that continued until we left there in the spring of 1915.

Our schooling at Dragon, after the first few months, was done in a one-room schoolhouse, with grades one through eight all being taught. During three of our years there Miss Mary Barnett served as our teacher. She3 was an excellent teacher and well liked by all of her pupils and their parents. All were extremely sorry when she was transferred to Vernal by the Uintah County School Board. Our schooling continued however, but it was never the same without Miss Barnett.

In the fall of 1913, Ms. Zina Davis was engaged by the Uintah Railway, and sent to Dragon to operate a boarding house for company employees. She arrived at Dragon with her son and three daughters and were soon the most popular people in town. All three girls eventually married boys they met during their short stay at Dragon and two of them celebrated golden wedding anniversaries with those husbands. The boarding house was closed in the spring of 1914, and Mrs. Davis and her family returned to Vernal. As a matter of information, Mrs. Davis' youngest daughter became my wife.

In the spring of 1915, father was working as conductor on the Dragon freight run. Each morning the crew would make a trip to Windella with loads of Gilsonite (ed: trade name for uinite, a low-grade asphalt) that were in route to eastern points, together with empty water cars that were refilled at Windella and returned to Dragon. The water would then be emptied into a cistern, from which it was pumped into a large tank above the town, on a hill, and eventually distributed into the town water system. On the trip from Windella to Dragon, one morning, father picked up a black man and brought him to Dragon. We had a pony, which he rode back to Windella, where the pony was placed in a pasture, it was to remain there until school was out for the summer. When Thomas McKee, the local agent at Dragon, didn't receive a cash fare deposit from father to cover the black man's passage from Windella to Dragon, he turned father in for carrying a passenger across the state line without paying the proper railroad fare. Father was discharged for that infraction of company rules. All of our possessions were sold immediately and we moved to Grand Junction.

Our parents had saved some money while residing at Dragon, and upon arrival at Grand Junction, they went into the grocery business with Mr. George L. Emmert, who had been manager of the Dragon store, and had also moved to the Junction about the same time we had. Competition in the grocery business was very keen at Grand Junction and Mr. Emmert and father were declared bankrupt by their creditors in the month of August.

Our family returned to Montrose, where I secured employment at the Joseph Roebuck grocery store. Father located employment with the Rio Grande Southern, as a clerk, and was sent to Telluride, where the family moved, leaving me at Montrose, where I stayed with Mr. and Mrs. Roebuck. Father's work at Telluride didn't last very long and he was unable to locate other employment at Telluride, so he went to Montana, where he went to work for the Milwaukee Railroad as a brakeman on the newly electrified division between Missoula, Montana and Avery, Idaho. My work at Montrose played out about Christmas and I also went to Telluride. Albert and I both found work that occupied all of our time before and after school. The family lived on our earnings, all of which were turned over to mother. Father was also sending money home, but mother, being very wise as well as thrifty, didn't let Albert and I know anything about that. All of father's earnings were salted away by mother. Father left the Milwaukee in the summer of 1916 and secured employment with the D. & R. G. as a switchman at Pueblo. We moved to Pueblo shortly thereafter. With the savings mother was able to "High Grade" from father's earnings, while we were living at Telluride, she had an amount sufficient to make a down payment on a home in Pueblo which we moved into immediately upon our arrival there.

Within a few days after our arrival at Pueblo, Albert and I were both working for Dixon and Miller, who operated a bowling alley and billiard parlor in the downtown section. The work there, together with our studies at Central High School, required some 16 hours each day. Albert wrote his former employer, Mr. J. W. Eames, at Telluride about a job. He received an immediate reply, together with a railroad ticket and some expense money. Mother and father approved, and he returned telluride where he continued to work for Mr. Eames until he joined the Navy, unbeknown to mother and father in 1917. After enlisting at Telluride, he was sent to Denver for the final enlistment examination. Mother received a telegram from him one afternoon stating he, (Albert) would pass through Pueblo on the Santa Fe that evening at 11:30 P.M. in route to San Diego, where he was joining the Navy. Father was in a tizzy. At the Union Station we all met the train, and during its short stop, father did everything he knew how to do to get Albert off of that train, but he was unsuccessful. Our entire family was embarrassed by father's actions, but the train departed from the Union Depot, with Albert still aboard. He fulfilled his enlistment in the Navy and returned to Pueblo in 1919 following the signing of the Armistice.

I continued to work for Dixon and Miller and went to High School until the school was destroyed by fire in February 1917. Father insisted that my education continue, but I disagreed with him because the long hours each day were killing me. I finally convinced him, and with his permission, went to work as a switch-tender for the D.&R. G. Railway. I continued in that service for several months and was assigned duties at the South Walker Yards. For a period of several weeks, a local train arrived from the south each evening about seven o'clock, usually with about 70 cars of coal. Each evening, I telephoned the Yardmaster at "D" Street and always received the same reply, "Put the train through track seven." When the train arrived one evening, I was unable to reach the Yardmaster on the telephone. To avoid further delay to the train, I took it upon myself, aligned the switches for track seven, and gave the engineer a high-ball. I watched the train roll by. When the engine was some half mile beyond me, the emergency brakes were applied, when I turned to look in the direction of the locomotive, debris and dust was flying in every direction. The local had struck a Rock Island freight train, that had been made up on track seven, which had not yet departed for Colorado Springs.

The wreckage caught fire beneath a viaduct and threatened to destroy not only the freight cars but also the viaduct. The fire department was called and extinguished the fire while working from the viaduct above the wreckage. Attempts to pull other cars away from the wreckage resulted in a number of draw-bars being pulled out of cars on the local. Damage amounting to several thousand dollars occurred. Fortunately, no personal injuries or deaths resulted from the accident. I resigned my position as a switch-tender before being discharged, but I no longer retained the desire to be a railroad trainman. Shortly thereafter, I secured employment with the Pueblo Union Depot and continued in the clerical field of railroading for almost 50 years.

From the day I started working for the Pueblo Union Depot Company, I knew that it was the life for me, because I enjoyed every minute of it. In excess of 100 passenger trains arrived and departed from the station during each 24 hours at that time, which illustrates how busy we were. Consequently, there was never a dull or boring moment and never at any time were two days alike. In my entire life, I have never found people anywhere that were more considerate of each other, or more easy to work with. The salary wasn't large, just $75 per month, but they were large round silver dollars that bought a little of everything. The days were long, being 12 hours on each shift and there was no paid overtime. If your relief didn't show up on time, you covered for him until he got there, and he did the same for you. When on duty, officers of the company would not tolerate anyone to be absent from their post, because one never knew when an emergency would develop. Each and every day was an exciting experience and the entire station force accepted their challenge together.

On June 3, 1921, a very destructive flood occurred that destroyed the entire business section of the city of Pueblo. Over 100 persons lost their lives that night. Flood waters in excess of 10-feet deep swept through the station building, causing severe damage to the structure which required many months to completely restore. However, the flood water scent remained with the building and was noticeable for many months after the building was restored.

On the morning after the flood occurred, every Union Depot employee was on hand to assist in any way they could to make the station operational. This illustrates the loyalty employees felt toward officials of that company. A week or more elapsed before the first passenger train arrived in the station, after the flood, but by then the situation was well in hand. All services were available in the station and no unusual delays to trains or inconvenience to passengers resulted that was chargeable to the Union Depot Company or its employees.

Another Random Act of Genealogy Kindness -

Peter Miazza, a volunteer at the Greenwood Cemetery in Jackson, MS graciously sent us this biography of Robert Moody Callaway.

Memorials 

Robert Moody Callaway was born in Lafayette County near Oxford, Missis­sippi, July 19, 1902. His parents were Elgena Scott and Allison Fontaine Callaway. Most of his pre-school years were spent on a farm where much of his great love for nature came from the early teachings of his parents.

After attending grammar school, high school, and the University of Mississippi in Oxford, he began teaching Choctaw Indians in the mountains of McCurtain County, Oklahoma. Returning to Mississippi, he earned the B.A. and M.A. degrees from the University of Mississippi. He then gained valuable teaching experience at Independence, Tate County, Mississippi.

He was married in 1929 to Lorene Clara Jones of Lafayette County, and they became the parents of three sons and a daughter.

Before assuming duties as principal of Liberty Grove School, now H. V. Watkins Elementary School, Jackson, he taught at Darling, in Quitman County, and Pocahontas, in Hinds County. During his years at Liberty Grove he was active in Boy Scout work and served as president of the Jackson Elementary Principals As­sociation. When two new buildings, Broadmeadow and Pocahontas Road Schools, were constructed to care for increasing enrolments, he served one year as principal of both Liberty Grove and Pocahontas Schools.

He was principal of H. V. Watkins Elementary School from 1936 until 1956, when he retired to enter private business. Much of his time was devoted to the project of the men's Garden Club at Riverside Park. On March 15, 1961, he be­came Supervisor of Labor for the City of Jackson and Director of the Nature Trail Arboretum at Riverside Park, and held this position until his death on February 13, 1962.

Robert M. Callaway, interested and active in civic and church work, was one of the organizers and charter members of Wesley Methodist Church, where he served as a member of its official board and as a trustee. 

I would like to thank Bill Piper for sending us this great snippet about William Rodger Callaway, brother of the great railroad tycoon, Samuel R. Callaway. You can read more about William Rodger Callaway and the book that he wrote in 1912, on the CFA Blog here:
http://www.callawayfamily.org/blog/2004/10/memories-of-lonesome-trail.html

MORE PUBLICITY FOR CITY URGED        
The San Francisco Call:
9 December, 1910

San Francisco Is Advised to by Eastern Railroad Official
"Never run after a streetcar or a woman; there'll be another along in just a few minutes." is the epigram on one of the many cards that were handed' out yesterday by W.R. Callaway, general passenger agent of the Minneapolis, St. Paul and Sault & Ste. Marie, "The Soo Line," who spent several hours in this city yesterday.
Callaway, besides being a general passenger agent, is one of the cleverest advertising men in the railroad business, and he brought several new advertising devices that made an instantaneous hit. He carried a small pad, in which were several cards containing clever epigrams. He was also distributing a triangular pocket book.
"You see, you put your money in this end," he explained, "and it, falls out of this end into your wife's hand. Great scheme, ain't it?"
"San Francisco is a wonderful city," Callaway said, talking in a serious vein, "but what is needed here more than anything is an advertising bureau that advertises San Francisco every day. The management should see that every day there is something sent over the wires to eastern cities that will advertise San Francisco."
Callaway left last night for the Grand Canyon. After visiting there he will return to Minneapolis.

Here's another great newspaper snippet from Bill Piper. This one is about Olympics for senior citizens.

And here's something from 2009. Peter competed in the 100m freestyle and the 50m freestyle.