My Grandpa, William Allen Fisher, taught at a little country school name Green-Horn. He wrote a poem about how it got its name. I don’t recall why, but two prominent land owners it seems were on the school board: Mr. Green and Mr. Horn. They argued and couldn't agree which of the two should receive the honor of having the school named after them. So someone suggested they go to the county judge in Maryville, Missouri After the judge thought it over, he said: Why not call it The Green-Horn?
My dad’s dad was a carpenter and built the house that my dad was born in. Dad told me that one of his chores was to get up very early and get the horses harnessed and tie them to the hitching post to get them ready to go.
The little country schoolhouse "Lone Star" was about a mile from my Dad’s family. Dad went there and many many years later my folks ended up living in the same house and my little brothers and sisters attended the same school.
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