R.F. McGuire Lodge No. 209, Chartered February 15th, 1871
Members of the R.F. McGuire Lodge, No. 209, in 1903
The Tom Haney House
The house was bought by Tom Haney in 1906 and was located just north of the school on Hwy. 17. It has since however been torn down. Some suggest that the reason… Read More
Remembering Mrs. Mary Mhoon (Noble) Ball, of Charlieville (1918-1993) – AUDIO
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)
Remembering Charles P. Balfour, of Girard (1849-1921)
Planter, Police Juror, State Representative, and President of the Tensas Basin Levee District “The Balfours of Boeuf” Written by Stella Balfour Jack, Deceased. Excerpted from Richland Memories, Volume 1. page 13-14 Charles… Read More
Alto Cultural Club History Inseparable From That Of Alto, written by Mrs. Daniel Ryan Sartor, Assisted by Mrs. Earl Thomason, ca 1969
The history of Alto Cultural Club is intertwined with that of the picturesque and historical village it serves. One of northeast Louisiana’s first known pioneer communities. Alto is located near the center of Richland Parish and situated on the high east side of a beautiful curve in Boeuf River.
In 1896, Richland Voters Elected This Young Drug-Store Salesman From Alto As Their New Sheriff: The Story of William N. Traylor
In 1896, Richland Parish elected its third Sheriff, William N. Traylor. The election however, was one of the closest elections in parish history, where communities divided and rival accusations reached a boiling… Read More
History of Providence Baptist Church of Alto
There is an old jingle that goes like this, “Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for tonight.” May we paraphrase this by saying, Backward, turn backward, O time, just for today, Give us a view of Providence Church along history’s highway.
The Infamous Burning Gas Crater in Alto, ca., 1928
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.
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