Do you know how Boeuf River got its name? Or, have you been like me and though the French word for beef sounded pretty ritzy and appropriate too, with the herds of cattle that drink of its water and seek out its cool, refreshing shade in the hot summer. Today that seems logical, but it isn’t the authentic reason for the name of Boeuf.
The Tragic Death of Rayville Native Hervey Mangham: LSU Baseball Star Dies From Accident On The Ball Field (ca., 1908)
Hervey Mangham was born the tenth of ten children. His mother and father faced heartbreak after heartbreak earlier in their marriage. All five of their first five children died in infancy or at a very young age…. Read More
Listen To The Recorded Story By Mary Mhoon (Noble) Ball, ca., 1991. Recorded as part of a collection created for the first annual Pickin’ and Ginnin’ Festival, entitled “A Great Place to Call Home” (Originally compiled by Amelia Grace Jordan)
I. C. Freight Train Plunges Into Boeuf River Near Girard Workman Left Switch Open; Fireman and Brakeman Only Slightly Injured In One of Most Costly Wrecks In History of Railroad The Richland… Read More
“It is imperative that those in high elective office not only hear what the people are saying, they must listen.” “Men must be decided,” he pointed out, “on what they will not… Read More
This is an interesting map from 1814, though much of Northeast Louisiana looks pretty barren. Interestingly, the river east of the Ouachita river, is labeled Ox River. Boeuf in French, means “bull”… Read More
The following is a directory of Riverboat landings and Ports, ca 1877. A search for Boeuf River and Bayou Macon will each turn up a high number of locations that show where river boats stopped, with Point Jefferson primarily being the final stop possible, due to high and low river levels.
What began as basic research into the name of a little known community in Richland Parish, Louisiana, led to the discovery of a man whose life story demonstrated great success; but ended shockingly different than I might ever have imagined. It is a story of much more than a place name, and one that I hope will now be around for a long time.
Anyone who has spent much time growing up in Northeast Lousiana has undoubtedly heard a “panther” story or two. As Terry L. Jones writes in his column “Panther Tales,” published in Country… Read More
Just before nightfall he began to gather his corn cobs, now reeking with the smell of crude gasoline, his sharpened stick, and matches, he carefully made his way to the field near the well site. His parents inside the house did not see him. He laid down between the rows and waited-waiting for the well attendant to leave for the night. All the time he was waiting the mosquitos were nearly eating him alive. This brought to mind why he was here in the first place. He thought about the comforts of home. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the attendant departed for his home which was in Mangham, not far away.