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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.[16]


(to be continued)

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cash: 4 of 4:

In the barrel beneath shavings lay a tin box containing Cowley & Son’s cash.

Elmer took twenty dollars, two ten-dollar bills, from the little roll containing perhaps four hundred dollars, the cash left from the sale of the farm.

There was nothing to eat in the house, and so he went into a harness shop on a side street and stole a dollar and seventy-five cents out of the cash drawer.

Then he went out into the street to talk to a teamster Tom opened the cash drawer and taking the money walked away.

1 – 20 – 400. Building up from 1 note, then.


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fish/: 5 of 5, (but 4 of 4 sentences):

With a kind of wriggle, like a fish returned to the brook by the fisherman, Biddlebaum the silent began to talk, striving to put into words the ideas that had been accumulated by his mind during long years of silence.

Then he said that she was a wind, a strong terrible wind, coming out of the darkness of a stormy sea and that he was a boat left on the shore of the sea by a fisherman.

In the fall and spring he spends his Sundays fishing in Lake Erie.

In the smoking car there was a man who had just invited Tom to go on a fishing trip to Sandusky Bay.

rish/: 4 of 4:

A kind of feverish boyish eagerness to in some way achieve in his own life the flavor of significance that had hung over these men took possession of him.

A feverish desire to get out of doors took possession of him.

They talk of art and are passionately, almost feverishly, in earnest about it.

With feverish eyes he watched the faces drifting past under the store lights.


rigg/: 2 of 2:

With a kind of wriggle, like a fish returned to the brook by the fisherman, Biddlebaum the silent began to talk, striving to put into words the ideas that had been accumulated by his mind during long years of silence.

Jesse and his grandson were driving in a distant part of the valley some miles from home. A forest came down to the road and through the forest Wine Creek wriggled its way over stones toward a distant river.

three w/: 1 of 1:

And then on a Monday evening two or three weeks after the writing of the note, John Hardy came for her. Louise had so entirely given up the thought of his coming that for a long time she did not hear the call that came up from the orchard.


2 of 2:

I might keep still and get more credit in your eyes.

He, like most boys, was deeper than boys are given credit for being, but he was not what the men of the town, and even his mother, thought him to be.



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Willard/ edited (alphabetical sort by name; top part):


Winesburg, OH with Wilmot, Winfield. Beach City (originally Willards Mill) at top again (just “City” here):





Same source; brief detour into neighboring Wilmot…



Martha invited Hurley inside for tea while she relayed the background with Sam and the numbers. She said that one night — about 16 years before Hurley’s visit — a voice appeared in the static “repeating those numbers over and over again”. Sam used the numbers to win $50,000 in a “Guess the Number of Beans” (within 10) contest at the fair in Kalgoorlie. Martha said the jar “must have been big as a pony, and it’s filled to the rim”, commenting that the man “had been running the same scam for 40 years and nobody had ever come close” until Sam hit it exactly by using all the Numbers (4,8,15,16,23,42).

On their way home from the fair, Sam and his wife were hit head-on by a truck that blew a tire on the highway, and Martha lost her leg, while Sam escaped without a scratch. Toomey blamed that, as well as future unlucky occurrences, on the Numbers. Those occurrences continued until he committed suicide “to end the curse”.

Another thing of note, perhaps: Barrs Mill usurped original name of Willards Mill for Beach City, but presently there is another Barrs Mill in the area (lower part of above map). Barrs Mill is not mentioned in the Stark County history book quoted above, but is in the below newspaper article concerning the history of Beach City (July 3, 1976 · The Evening Independent from Massillon, Ohio · Page 46).



FORTY SIX SATURDAY, JULY 3,1976 THE MASSILLON EVENING INDEPENDENT 1816 Indian trail led Henry Willard to Beach City Village named for railroader By AMY SHRIVER What is today known as Beach City has undergone several changes, both in name and character since the area was first settled around 1816. At thst time, Sugar Creek Township was separated from Canton Township. In this year, Henry Willard followed an Indian trail to a point overlooking today’s village. He chose this si’,e to construct a gristmill, using stones for grinding corn and wheat. The settlement became known as Willards Mills. LATER, F. V. BELL purchased the mill and made ‘numerous improvements. Bell added a sawmill and machinery for carding, spinning, weaving and dressing cloth. Bell became so popular among local residents that Willard was forgotten and the settlement becatne Bell’s Mills. After Bell’s death, the property was passed on to his son, Philip and George. The mill failed under their management due to bankruptcy of some eastern creditors and swindling on the part of two employes who reportedly lit out of town and headed west with full pockets. After passing through a long list of other owners, the mill was purchased in 1850 by Jonathan Barr, who rebuilt the properties. The fickle public began culling the area Barr’s Mills. His grist and flour mills supplied a large merchant trade until 1934 when the buildings and land were taken over for the Muskingum Conservancy District.

Returning to the Magic Book…

0 of 0 sam_
0 of 0: toom
0 of 0: beach
1 of 1: beech

Past the pond and along a path that followed Wine Creek he [Willard] went until he came to a grove of beech trees.

Beech grove equals Beach City, destination of Willard along path or trail.

A fairy city (“Winner”) I found recently along a path or trail atop Beach (mountain). Another implied Beach City, then.




This makes the presence of a Trail near Winesburg more important, seemingly (in above map again). And on Indian Trail Creek.


The young reporter was thinking of Kate Swift, who had once been his school teacher. On the evening before he had gone to her house to get a book she wanted him to read and had been alone with her for an hour. For the fourth or fifth time the woman had talked to him with great earnestness and he could not make out what she meant by her talk. He began to believe she must be in love with him and the thought was both pleasing and annoying.

Up from the log he sprang and began to pile sticks on the fire. Looking about to be sure he was alone he talked aloud pretending he was in the presence of the woman, “Oh, you’re just letting on, you know you are,” he declared. “I am going to find out about you. You wait and see.”

(to be continued)

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The Town of Stuart was first incorporated as Taylorsville, Virginia, in 1792, in honor of early settler George Taylor. Stuart has been the county seat of Patrick County since the county’s formation from Henry County, Virginia in 1791.

Taylorsville was incorporated as a town in 1884 and was renamed Stuart in honor of Confederate Major General J.E.B. Stuart, who was born 20 miles west of town in Ararat, Virginia.






(to be continued)

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