All pp in Craighead County west of the county seat of Jonesboro.
Several more from this list, then…..
hern/: 8 of 8:
I won’t list these out but it’s split evenly, 4 to 4, by “Hern’s Grocery” and “Northern Ohio”. Perhaps strange that there is a Northern Ohio in Arkansas not too far from the listed Herndon above, in Poinsett County immediately south of Craighead…
The community of Northern Ohio has been noted for its unusual place name.
gib/: 1 of 1:
All during the first year Louise tried to make her husband understand the vague and intangible hunger that had led to the writing of the note and that was still unsatisfied.
nem/: 3 of 3:
Into Jesse’s mind came the conviction that all of the Ohio farmers who owned land in the valley of Wine Creek were Philistines and enemies of God.
He was not one to arouse keen enthusiasm among the worshippers in his church but on the other hand he made no enemies.
Might not one by striking his person strike also the greater enemy—the thing that smiled and went its own way—the judgment of Winesburg?
All of these regard Winesburg or the people in the Wine Creek valley as enemies or potential enemies. See also: nemesis (anagram of enemies).
This one just east of Jonesboro: oddly named “Apt”.
apt/: 1 of 1:
The piece of glass broken out at the corner of the window just nipped off the bare heel of the boy standing motionless and looking with rapt eyes into the face of the Christ.
A broken piece of glass as “Achilles heel” is implied, with the hole offering a view of a (naked) lady.
See here for talk about this very same location:
I think Scarb (historical) might represent this…
My example concerns a young woman patient who, in spite of efforts made on both sides, proved to be psychologically inaccessible. The difficulty lay in the fact that she always knew better about everything. Her excellent education had provided her with a weapon ideally suited to this purpose, namely a highly polished Cartesian rationalism with an impeccably “geometrical” idea of reality. After several fruitless attempts to sweeten her rationalism with a somewhat more human understanding, I had to confine myself to the hope that something unexpected and irrational would turn up, something that would burst the intellectual retort into which she had sealed herself. Well, I was sitting opposite her one day, with my back to the window, listening to her flow of rhetoric. She had had an impressive dream the night before, in which someone had given her a golden scarab — a costly piece of jewellery. While she was still telling me this dream, I heard something behind me gently tapping on the window. I turned round and saw that it was a fairly large flying insect that was knocking against the window-pane from outside in the obvious effort to get into the dark room. This seemed to me very strange. I opened the window immediately and caught the insect in the air as it flew in. It was a scarabaeid beetle, or common rose-chafer (Cetonia aurata), whose gold-green colour most nearly resembles that of a golden scarab. I handed the beetle to my patient with the words, “Here is your scarab.” This experience punctured the desired hole in her rationalism and broke the ice of her intellectual resistance. The treatment could now be continued with satisfactory results.
(to be continued)