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The Liberty IV School was falling into ruins before the
Pilchers commenced the restoration project last winter.
By Deborah Turner
dturner@mckeniebanner.com |
The one room schoolhouse represents the roots of
education in America, where scores of leaders learned
their three Rs and in which many of "America's greatest
generation" were schooled not only in academics but in
the Roosevelt era topics of hygiene, nutrition, and
health. For many successful souls, graduation from the
first-through-eighth grade institutions marked the end
of formal education and the beginning of a life as a
wage earner and responsible citizen.
Too often, as the buildings were abandoned when students
began being bused to city schools, they fell slowly into
decay and oblivion, much like the majestic barns that
once dotted the rural landscape.
Luckily for the Hardy Road neighborhood in rural Henry,
off Highway 140 between McKenzie and Como, renovation of
the Liberty IV School was recently completed and is
being bequeathed to the community on behalf of its
grateful owners, Tammy and Phillip Pilcher.

The restored school retains most of its
original wood siding and one original window.
"We are giving the school and two acres to the Liberty
IV community," announces Tammy, sitting with Phillip and
construction manager Butch Parkins at a long table,
draped in a red tablecloth, that sits along one side of
the sparkling new classroom. The Pilchers will be
trustees with an elected board of directors while they
and Butch will manage the facility.
For years, Tammy had looked with vicarious longing at
the stalwart shell of the former "Liberty IV"
schoolhouse that lay just around the corner from her and
Phillip's rural abode. Long used as a barn where hay was
stored, its foundations were slowly buckling from the
weight of time and neglect. For the former city-folks,
previously from Nashville, the loss of so much Americana
was too much to bear.
When the land came up for sale, the Pilchers jumped at
the opportunity. Then, with the help of many in the
community, they buckled down to restore the little
schoolhouse as a monument to those who educated and
taught there. Their plan: to give the schoolhouse back
to the neighborhood that had welcomed them with open
arms when they joined it in 1997.

Butch Parkins and Tammy and Phillip
Pilcher are managers of the facility which will be used
as a community center.
"We were accepted immediately by the community, we never
felt like an outsider," says Tammy. "We wanted the
community to know we very much appreciated everything
they had done for us and thought this building might be
a nice gathering place for family and class reunions
parties; and there are a lot less than there used to be,
unfortunately."
Butch, head of Parkins Construction Company in Gleason,
and Rusty Reed began the reconstruction with a new roof
laid on top of the original tin roof.
Early on, James Dale, whose grandfather attended the
school, donated the use of his dump truck to the
effort--"along with the knowledge to start it," quips
Tammy, going on to say, "He was so excited and had so
many ideas."
Last winter, workers tore what was left of the floor
out, beginning a sporadic year of work on the building.
"The floor was pretty much just dirt and straw," says
Butch, noting the only boards that had remained were the
section near the walls, the middle portion having long
since rotted away.

The original stage and blackboard area
are focal points of the facility.
The building was leaning three feet to right and close
to a foot low on the right front corner, a situation
Butch corrected by tying the frame to a truck and
pulling it up to level, then tying it to a tree while
new beams and floor joists were installed and the front
wall rebuilt.
Everything that could be salvaged--including one window
frame and almost all of the original wood--was restored,
rather than replaced, in order to maintain the integrity
of the historical building.
As construction escalated, so did the excitement within
the community.
"Each student that came by has a different memory of how
it was arranged," says Tammy. The building itself
yielded clues to its former construction: the wall was
unpainted behind a cabinet where students once stored
lunch buckets; walls bore indications of where periodic
struts had created borders dividing the long room into
four sections.
The schoolhouse today looks much like it did in years
long past, a stage the width of the building being the
focal point of the room. Two bare light bulbs hanging
from the ceiling and a single outlet beneath the
blackboard that stretches wall to wall at the back of
the stage bear testimony to the advent of electricity in
the area just a year or so before the school closed.
Two small, decorative stoves lend warmth and a homey
appeal to the school's interior, albeit not in the same
location as the original coal/wood burning stoves, which
were located on a central plane at the two ends of the
building, minus the stage.
By most accounts, the teachers desk was positioned
beside the stove nearest the front door, and to the
right of the entry was the cloakroom where an average of
34 students hung their coats after many walked up to a
mile and a half or so to arrive at the school or were
ferried there by horse or mule drawn wagon by their
fathers. Teachers often lived with nearby families,
going home only on the weekend.
As interest in the renovation grew, the schoolhouse
became a mini-museum as former students and their family
members donated school books used at the school,
photographs, news clippings, award certificates and
perfect attendance records.
Found items, like door pulls, an old bottle, and stove
implements from the old school are also displayed along
with period items, such as lunch tins and pails, that
Tammy picked up at various sales.
One of the larger items is Learnie B. McClure's school
desk, donated by her son, John Matt Baucum, as well as
her ink quill and a beautifully ornate five-act play
booklet entitled, "The Red-Headed Stepchild" by Charles
George, with the names of which children played each
role indicated in longhand beside each character's name.
Mrs. James Dale, who lives nearby, donated an old
friendship quilt bearing the embroidered names of
neighborhood women who made the quilt when their
neighbor's home was lost in a fire.
New is the kitchen and restroom facilities added off
"stage right", allowing the schoolhouse to be more
readily used as a community center, and the red gingham
curtains that decorate each window.
Outdoors, the boys' outhouse is still in existence as
well as the cistern that lies across the road from the
school.
Doyle and Odean Scott

Odean and Doyle Scott enjoy reminiscing
about their old school days.
Odean Scott says he attended the school, when he was in
the first through third grades, about the time a hand
pump was installed, doing away with the need to draw
water from the cistern.
Odean, now 62 years old, and his brother, Doyle, 68,
reminisce from the "Odean Scott's Custom Cabinets" shop
on Highway 140. Their teacher Miss Francis Kirkland,
used to stay over at the home of Doyle's wife, Helen
Owens Scott's parents, who were Estell and Roy Owens.
"I went there 'til the year before it closed," says
Doyle, who transferred to Tumbling Creek School after
Miss Kirkland left. He had earned a nickel a day at
Liberty IV to come in early and build a fire in the old
coal stoves.
"That was big money for a kid back then," he grins,
enjoying his memories.
By that time, lunch pails had given way to paper bags
though lunches remained as country as the boys' farm
family: fried country ham, egg, and biscuit and a jar of
fresh milk that the students buried in the shade behind
the school every morning so it would still be cool at
lunchtime.
"And I'm not talking about store bought milk," says
Odean, recalling the milk could taste like wild onions
or honeysuckle, depending upon what the cow had eaten.
Each grade made up a row of seats with no partitions
between them, the brothers recall, allowing the teacher
to watch the entire roomful of students even as she
taught one class at a time throughout the day.
"And believe me, she could catch you, and she could get
your attention!" declares Doyle recalling the smarting
smack of her yardstick. Dean remembers Miss Kirkland
used to tape the students mouths shut if they were
inclined to talk. Paddles were reserved for more severe
offenses.
The boys especially were given to mischief. Barefoot all
summer, one boy reached through the open window while
painting and painted a classmate's foot that was propped
up on the desk in front of him.
The brothers and other friends worked hard over several
months building a "house" of sage grass and sticks at
the back of the lot before accidentally burning it down
while hiding out to smoke grapevine.
"We had a heck of a fire, too," grins Doyle. "We knew we
was in trouble."
That was almost as bad, and could have been worse, than
the time, Dean recalls, the boys went possum hunting and
brought the possum to school the next days, intending to
cook it during recess. That's when they discovered the
coon was still alive.
"We got into trouble more than once that day," Doyle
says, having their parents to answer to when they got
home. Despite their antics, he says, "We learned more
than they do now."
In the winter months, it was often dark when students
headed out to school in the morning and dark again by
the time they got home.
School let out for two weeks every year for cotton
picking and also let out for snow. Doyle recalls one
year when, after a big snow, school was out for nearly a
month. That's when neighborhood boys and girls rolled up
one end of a big piece of tin to fashion a homemade
sled. One of their number would pull riders on the sled
by horse.
"When the horses got to running real good we'd unsnap
the rope," says Doyle, wondering how they hadn't killed
themselves as they rode over small pines.
Just before Christmas, the students would put on a play
for neighborhood guests. The school would be decorated
with a cedar tree harvested nearby and decorated with
popcorn balls and other ornaments handcrafted at school.
Owen Baucum

Owen Baucum's favorite school
memory is his mama's fried chocolate pies.
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Owen Baucum, now 75 years old, walked across the field
to school from his home on Herndale Road for all eight
years of his early education.
"Rain or shine, snow or sleet, we'd bundle up and go,"
he says.
His best memories revolve around the school's basketball
team. "The old basketball course wasn't exactly level
but we had a good time," he says. Other recreational
activities included "squat base", "Annie over", and
softball.
"We went all over the place playing softball after we
got the older guys to carry us in old model T Ford,"
says Owen. "Once in awhile we'd hit a window and knock
it out."
He remembers a hatch in the ceiling above the stage from
which props were lowered that converted the stage into a
two-room playhouse, complete with a curtain that rolled
up and down for use during the Christmastime play and
Halloween event.
"It looks little now," he says, wondering how the props
could have transformed the stage into the two-room
theater. "It looked big back then."
Chapel was a regular part of the curriculum, during
which students read Bible verses.
He recalls a month out for cotton picking each year in
August and plenty of work on the farm after school as
well, feeding and milking the family cow.
"I had a terrible experience, I grew up hard when my
mother died when I was 11 years old," he says, praising
his five-year-older sister, the late Imogene Baucum
Cooper who helped care for him.
It's no wonder that among his favorite memories are the
lunches he took to school: biscuit and ham or "middling
meat" or a baked potato, plus his mama's fried pies.
"Man, I couldn't wait 'til lunch to eat them," he says,
smacking is lips at the memory. "She would roll the
crust out and puts chunks of butter, sugar--I've watched
her do it many a time--then put chocolate on them and
fold them over... I'd give anything if I could get one
like that now."
It was just after his last year of Liberty IV, when he
was 14 years old, that he spied Bobbie, the girl who
would eventually become his wife. She was riding the
school bus to Cottage Grove.
"I saw her at the bus stop and my heart skipped a beat,"
he says. The couple will be married 59 years this April.
"The time has flew," he says.
If the walls could talk, what a reunion there could be:
34 years of children learning, playing and growing up.
As Owen says, "Ones younger than me have done gone on."
Yet Liberty IV stands ready to school another generation
or two in the ways of yesteryear.
The school is available for anniversaries, weddings,
wakes, reunions, school trips, and other church and
public functions with a maintenance/clean-up fee of just
$25, and is open daily for visitors. For more
information or to arrange use or a tour of the Liberty
IV schoolhouse, call Tammy at 731-243-4788. |
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Liberty IV History
W.J. Hilliard and wife, Carrow, deeded the land for
the school to the Henry Board of Education on October
10, 1917, apparently after the original school burned
down, allowing it to be rebuilt at its present site. It
is speculated that the "IV" attached to the name of the
school refers to the fourth civil district of Henry
County.
The board sold the property to Roy and Estell Owen for
$250 on April 5, 1957, from whom it was purchased by
Tammy and Phillip Pilcher.
Subjects taught, according to Tammy's research, included
history, art, geography, arithmetic, health, English,
writing, literature, spelling, forestry, story hour, and
music. Handwashing time took 10 to 15 minutes just prior
to the 20-minute lunch period. Devotional, Bible reading
and singing were performed first thing every morning.
The students and PTA raised money by staging plays and
ice cream suppers.
Discipline included the wearing of a dunce cap as well
as standing with the nose placed in the center of a
circle drawn on the blackboard, in addition to corporal
punishment.
In 1924, local men dug a well for the school and
sometime in the 1940s a water fountain was provided by
the county.
According to teachers' records, at one time the
inventory included 32 double desks, one bell, one globe,
one dipper, one shovel, and two maps. The treasury at
the end of each year typically ranged between six and
fifteen dollars.
Former Teachers During Liberty IV's Latter Years
- Mary Doran 1937-39
- Ruth Butler 1939-41
- Mary Elizabeth Travillion 1941-43
- Mary Lou Travis 1943-44
- Uva Perry 1944-45
- Elinor Hansle 1945-46
- Jewel Holland 1946-47
- Mary Lou Travis 1947-48
- Francis Kirkland 1948-50
- Edra Smith Derrington 1950-51
Restoration Crew
Members of the restoration crew included Tammy and
Phillip Pilcher, Butch Parkins, Rusty Reed, David
Arnold, Audrey Hiatt, Jacob Lampkins, John Moore,
Timothy Gearin, Jason Hill, Barbara Moore, Alice Smith,
and Sheila Stone. Tammy gives special thanks to James
Dale for the use of his dump truck; Russell and Rex of
Campbell's Well Drilling who provided running water to
the facility; Keith Robertson and J.R. McClerkin of
Backhow Services, Inc. who installed a modern septic
system; Larry York and Don York of Larry York's
Plumbing, who performed the indoor plumbing "so we
didn't have to rebuild the outhouses," Tammy jokes;
Darrell Bell and Associates of Bell Masonry, who were
able to match the unevenly laid brick of the original
structure; Jerry and Margie Moody of Como General Store;
and Gleason Lumber Company for donating windows so,
Tammy says, "we could trap most of the wasps, hornets
and ladybugs inside."
Tammy also thanks neighborhood residents for their
support, encouragement, family heirlooms. Many, she
said, thought the building could never be restored. For
more information, call Tammy at 731-243-4788. |
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