So, after a disasterous raid on the First National Bank of Northfield, Minnesota, Frank and Jesse James escaped to Tennessee. Jesse settled in Nashville, over in Edgefield.
Frank, though, settled in White’s Creek:
I didn’t arrive at Nashville until July, 1876. I think I went directly then from Nashville out into what is known as the White’s Creek neighborhood. The first place I went to there was the widow Harriet Ledbetter’s, who lives over on White’s Creek. In the meantime I rented a farm, which, however, I could not get possession of until January 1, 1878. I remained at Mrs. Ledbetter’s during that fall. I put in a crop of wheat and moved there and lived in the place known as the Jesse Walton place. I lived on this place one year, that was up to 1878. Next year I rented a place from Felix Smith, on White’s Creek also, but nearer to White’s Creek than the place I have just mentioned. I remained there a year, and made a crop in the meantime–a general crop, as farmers raise–corn, oats and wheat. The next year I lived on what is known as the Jeff Hyde place, on Hyde’s Ferry, about three and a half miles from Nashville. I remained there a year. During that year I didn’t farm any. I was working for the Indiana Lumber Company. That I think was in 1879.
I’m deeply pleased by this because I’ve spent many years here at this place asking people if they wanted to visit the Phillips Family Memorial Civil War Battle Field and then taking them out onto my back porch and pointing at the train tracks.
The green marking where we are.
And I probably found that much more amusing than any of my guests.
But, now that I know the chances are good (fingers crossed) that we’ll be moving to Frank James’s stomping grounds, I’ll still have something to motion vaguely to when people come to visit us!
OH NO! I just looked up Whites Creek on Wikipedia and learned that fucking JOHN RICH is going to be my neighbor! America, I’m leaving this neighborhood in part to escape him. This is not funny.