Death of a Namesake

I published this story some time ago under the tab Anecdota, but am going to publish it here, on my main page, because I’m afraid it is easily overlooked on the other and this is an important story to me. I’m not a tree hugger, per se, but I do have a great appreciation of nature and respect for historic landmarks. Council Grove, the people, long ago grasped the sense they were a significant place. An important place, not only to Kansas but nationally. In many instances Council Grove has made a fair, even laudable, effort at preserving and sharing their heritage. Unfortunately, they have also lost a great deal through carelessness or even thoughtlessness. The former is forgivable, for one may, while intending to do good, act without appropriate care; but the latter is simply shameful, for it requires not only the lack of care but also implies the deliberate and callous rejection of consideration; being ill-considerate, ill-advised. Not just inadequately so, but wrongly so.

Five years ago, when I was working on the book for Morris County, my wife and I were looking through the many photos scanned, and too often when she asked about this building or that building I would comment ‘oh, it was torn down a long time ago.’ Finally, she said I could write a book about buildings that use to be in Council Grove. And she’s right, I easily could. And it would not be a short book either. I understand that not every structure can be saved, but it seems far too many were torn down, not because they were dilapidated or dangerous, but because we wanted something bigger, newer, and tragically more modern.  I wish that everyone in Council Grove knew the following story.  It is an important lesson. A lesson that I hope could prevent our allowing such a thing to happen again. It is up to Council Grove to protect what they have, it always has been. No one else can be counted on to take care of it for them.

Death of a Namesake

            Sometime in October of 2012, I attended a city council meeting for one thing and learned another instead.  The city had decided to take bids to have two of the ancient oak trees at the park by the swimming pool cut down. To my recollection, this item was not on the agenda which appeared in the paper, hence my surprise when it was brought up.

Councilman Mark Brooks had someone come inspect the trees, and the conclusion was that both trees showed signs of decay and would have to be removed.  At that meeting, the decision was made to seek bids on having the removal done, and tentatively plan for having them removed by October 30th as I recall.

When this was made known to me I called Councilwoman Debi Schwerdtfegger and made a request on behalf of the Morris County Historical Society that if the tree (which stood at the northwest corner of the old pool) must be cut down, that the persons doing so save a section of the main trunk for us to study and preserve.  The city did so; to their own incrimination.  That section of trunk is in possession of the Morris County Historical Society, and I assure you it shows no sign of decay.  The tree was not hollow, it was not discolored, and most likely would have stood for another 200 years.

The tree which stood in the little circle drive by the old pool, I will admit showed signs of decay, so I never had any complaint about it being removed.  But the other tree was purely a victim of progress.  The only reason it was removed is because it stood where the new water slides were going to be.

Several individuals that I spoke with on the matter were aware that the city was going to remove trees, but had no idea it was the 200-year-old oaks for which our town got its name.  They assumed it was probably some locust or other smaller, insignificant trees that were to be removed.  If I had, at the time, made this information known to the public, we may have saved that tree.  I assure you I considered it carefully.  As it was, the city already had an attorney on retainer (or so I was informed) because I had caused them quite a bit of heat during the swimming pool bond issue; that story I might share later.

In Gettysburg, Pennsylvania they have what are known as ‘witness trees’.  What a fitting name. These are massive old trees, sycamore, that stood 155 years ago to witness the clashing of two great armies.  When people pass by these trees, they stop and put their hand upon the trunk.  It’s kind of like shaking the hand that shook the hand of some great man.  Council Grove has 15 or 16 of their own witness trees.  Gigantic burr oaks that have stood through 250 years of Kansas storms.  In the 1840s they witnessed the freighters of the Santa Fe trade encamped beneath their bows.  By the 1930s, tourists parked their model Ts in their shade and picnicked. Today, I enjoy walking among them in the quiet of the evening, contemplating these things.

Final thoughts; We lived across the street from the park where these great oaks stood. I remember clearly, that after the tree trimmers had cut away all the branches, we could plainly see the towering trunks of those trees from our home. It was something of a surreal sight. It was like seeing something you shouldn’t. Like when the wall of the building on Neosho Street fell out into the alley and all the rooms upstairs could be seen as though it were a little child’s dollhouse; it was still there, didn’t look like it always had, couldn’t undo what had happened.  It were as if someone should take the remains from the Unknown Indian Monument and lay them out for all the world to gawk at.  Just unnecessary and sickening.


James Rawlinson


Rawlinson House

Located at 803 W. Main St. is the home of James Rawlinson, built by his parents, Abraham and Mary, in 1860-61.  In this 1880 photo can be seen William and Mary Terwilliger with children. The Terwilligers purchased the home in 1870, and by 1873 had made the rear addition. The Trail Days Cafe & Museum now occupies the house, providing good food and history.

Perhaps a more appropriate title would be The Times of James Rawlinson, for there is indeed very little information about the man himself.  He left no writings, no account of his life, and no one chronicled his story for posterity.  Although he may not have made any great history for himself, he was a part of that epic American history that shaped our nation and touched our community from 1861-65. If the memory of James Rawlinson can be honored in no better way than to recognize the Company and Regiment he served with during the American Civil War, then we must try.

Born James David Taylor in Aycliff, England, March 20th 1841, he took the name of his stepfather, Abraham Rawlinson, upon arriving with his family in America sometime around 1852-54[1].  Family history says one of James’ sisters died on the voyage and was buried at sea.  It is believed the family lived in Iowa before coming to Kansas Territory around 1860.  Soon we find the Rawlinson family in Council Grove, where in 1860-61, Abraham and Mary build a stone house at the edge of town on the Santa Fe Trail, where it stands today.  Someone better versed in architecture may have an appropriate name for the style of this house, but I would describe it as resembling many of the Pennsylvania stone homes of that period, possibly even German in style. It is also interesting to note that Rawlinson’s house was identical to the Kaw interpreter’s home, built at the same time, south of Council Grove on what is now the Allegawaho Memorial Heritage Park.

There is much history to relate concerning this property, but we want to focus on James Rawlinson’s experience.  On September 18th 1861, James, along with ten other men in Council Grove, enlisted in Company E of the 8th Kansas Volunteer Infantry.  Right on the front lawn of his home.  By May of 1862 James would be found with Co. E, stationed at Aubrey, Ks.  It is not likely you’ll find Aubrey on the map; the little hamlet of some dozen homes was located somewhere near Olathe. Most of the original residents of Aubrey had been driven out the previous fall while Unionist refugees from Missouri had settled there.  The duty of Co. E at that time was to keep an eye on the border and check any jayhawking and guerilla activity. Occasional drills and reconnaissance were made into Missouri, sometimes bringing back a prisoner from Sterling Price’s army, but mostly things were quiet.  Farms and homes had been abandoned all along the Kansas Missouri border.

On the 28th of May, James left Kansas on the steamer Emma heading for St. Louis and ultimately Kentucky.  On two separate occasions during this river trip, before reaching St. Louis, two men of the 8th Kansas were lost overboard, both inebriated and falling from the hurricane deck.  A man from the 7th Cavalry also went down to be seen no more.

Arriving at Columbus, Kentucky, on the 2nd of June, 1862, James and Co. E were eager to see action.  They had missed a number of the ‘big fights’ already and wanted a chance to prove themselves.  They’d have to wait a little longer, for now their duty was to ensure the safety of the property and slaves of rebels off fighting in the war.

By August of 1862, James and his company could be found at Eastport, Mississippi, manning the breastworks of the town.  The soldiers were allowed to go into town at times to visit the sutlers and merchants and purchase things they might need. Two men from Co. K got drunk and stole from a sutler.  Captain Greelish of Co. E was officer of the day and so it was his duty to arrest the two soldiers. They were not difficult to find for they were singing and making a general racket in their tent. The two churlish devils attacked Captain Greelish and took his sword, Greelish in return drew his revolver and shot one scoundrel in the jaw. So, one was sent to the hospital while the other the calaboose.  Wash, who had been shot, had just recently gotten out of confinement when this incident happened. He had stolen some personal things from the Quartermaster Sargent and was ordered to one month confinement, during which time he also had to stand on a barrel in front of the guard house four hours each day.

One of the most notable as well as outstanding feats James performed with the 8th Kansas, which earned them the nickname ‘Kansas Greyhounds’ by General Alexander McCook, was their 250 mile march to Nashville in 18 days. The first 206 miles were covered in 9 days with 2 days rest.  Most every other regiment arrived at Nashville with mere squads of men remaining, while the 8th only reported 30 men absent.

October 7th 1862, a little over a year after enlisting, James and the 8th get their first taste of battle at Perryville, Kentucky.  They were held in reserve the first day, then on the 8th heavy fighting commenced as they supported the 5th Minnesota battery.  That evening the 8th Kansas advanced and camped on the battlefield among the dead and dying. It was cold and wet, and they had no overcoats or blankets, nor were they to get any until late November. They continued pursuit of Bragg’s army until they caught up with it at Lancaster, Kentucky on the 14th where they were ordered to halt and not bring on an engagement.  Next morning, James’ company were sent out as skirmishers through the town, where they advanced about a mile, killing or wounding 20 rebels while their own company received no casualties.

George Alexander, who had lived with the Rawlinsons and enlisted with James, died of disease at Danville, Ky. following the battle of Perryville.  Whether family or friend, George’s relation to the Rawlinsons has never been clear.

The morning of September 19th 1863, 2 years and a day after enlistment, we find James marching with his regiment to the battle of Chickamauga.  While yet several miles from the field of battle, the boom of artillery could be heard.  Along the road on either side were burning or smoldering fence rails, set on fire the night before to guide the army to battle. The 8th Kansas reached the field around noon and took their position in the center of the 3rd brigade.  Old Soldier, the Regiment’s dog, advanced on the enemy and received a wound in the first volley fired. He did not fall back but maintained his position at the front until ultimately receiving a fatal wound. The fighting continued hot and close in the dense thicket and timber, until step by step the Confederates drove the Federal line back.  The 8th retreated very stubbornly, carrying their wounded back as they went.

The details of Chickamauga are lengthy to relate here, but in short, over the course of the two day battle the 8th was driven back and pushed forward a number of times until the Federal army finally retreated to Chattanooga.  “The 8th suffered over 65% casualties in the two-day battle.  Of the 406 men of the regiment who entered the battle 243 were listed as killed, wounded, or missing.” Keep the Flag to the Front, Bill McFarland.

For the next couple months James was holed up in Chattanooga with the rest of the 8th as they waited for assistance from Generals Sherman and Grant, to lift the siege the Rebels had them under. The Confederates held all the high ground around the town and could see everything the Federals were doing.  There wasn’t any way the enemy could be surprised.  The Federal army began falling in, and at first it was thought they were to parade for General Grant.  Turned out, they intended to march out of Chattanooga. As the 8th’s color guard stepped forward to lead the companies through a timber of beech, the eagle head of the flagstaff became caught in overhanging branches.  The two corporals on either side grabbed hold of the color bearer to help pull the staff free.  When it became clear they could not pull the staff loose without breaking it, they let go the color bearer catapulting him and the flag backward through the air.

There seems to have been some confusion as to what the men were to do.  Orders were, to take the rifle pits at the foot of the hill, which the Federal troops did with alacrity. The 8th taking the confederate works at the base of Missionary Ridge. It soon became clear that they could not remain in the rifle pits, for the rebels were shooting down at them.  Fortunately, the cannons could not be lowered to such an extreme to be used on them. As with one mind, and without orders from commanding officers, the men started forward up the hill. General Grant was surprised and possibly disturbed when, what he had intended as a diversion turned into an advance on the summit. It was even reported that he had said, “They can never make it.”  Each regiment was in competition to reach the ridge first and plant its flag aloft.  There may be room for debate, but the 8th Kansas declared they were the first to reach the top and overrun the enemy works.  It was an unexpected victory, but then again, the 8th Kansans were uncommon men.

James and another comrade both got furloughed and visited Council Grove on the 14th of March 1864.  James’ time at home was short.  He was soon back in the ranks soldiering.  Eight months after the fatal battle of Chickamauga, a burial detail from the 8th returned to the field to bury the remains of their comrades. Nothing more than skeletons clothed in blue, laying where they fell in battle. It was noted that the confederate dead had been neatly interred.

James and his company would see and do much more before being mustered out.  Even after Lee surrendered, and the war considered over, the 8th would be sent down the Mississippi, to Louisiana, across the Gulf to Texas where they served provost duty in San Antonio. Alligators, mosquitoes, alkali water, heat, ankle deep mud and more were to be experienced. Until, November of ’65, the 8th was discharged and headed for home.  Christmas was spent in New Orleans. The regiment was treated to a banquet by the citizens of St. Louis, and again at Atchison, ultimately reaching Ft. Leavenworth.

January 9th 1866,  James and the remaining men of his regiment were honorably discharged from service at Fort Leavenworth.  He returned to Council Grove where, on the 20th of September, he married Lucy Jane Faris. Lucy was from Kentucky, never learned to read, and smoked a pipe. There they lived until 1869-70, later living in Neosho and Wilson Counties.  Over the course of their marriage they had 8 children. There are some other pieces of Rawlinson’s life that are hard to make sense of.  Oral history tells of one of his sisters abusing their mother presumably to death, after which James took care of two of his little sisters.  Around 1884 the Rawlinson family moved to Newton County Missouri where, in June of 1890, James had both bones in his left leg broken by a stallion he was working.  He then applied for his veteran’s pension and remained crippled and in poor health the remainder of his life. James Rawlinson died February 3rd 1892 and was buried in Spring Valley Cemetery at Tipton Ford, Newton, Mo.

Knowing so little about the person of James Rawlinson, we can only presume it was because of men like him that the 8th Kansas Volunteer Infantry became the exceptional regiment that it was. No doubt the 8th Kansas played an integral part in making James the model citizen soldier he was.

[1] Abraham, Mary, Alice, James, and S. Ann Rawlinson all appear on the 1851 England and Wales census. This suggests James’ name was actually changed prior to coming to America.

The Hays House

Hays House 1868

This 1868 photograph captures the frame warehouse built by S. M. Hays & Company in the summer of 1859. Courtesy Morris County Historical Society.

Since the old Hays House has had a facelift, I thought it might be appropriate to give a briefly abridged history of the property.  To begin with, in 1847 Boone & Hamilton of Westport had a crude log structure built on the west bank of the Neosho River at the Santa Fe Trail crossing.  According to local historian Ken McClintock that structure stood immediately east of the present Hays House.  Seth M. Hays was employed by Boone & Hamilton to do business with freighters there.

In February of 1858, Hezekiah Brake came through Council Grove on his way to New Mexico.  Brake writes, “An old negress who worked for Mr. Hayes (sic) roasted coffee, made cakes, and gave us a keg of pickles and sauerkraut as relishes.”  Sarah Taylor, commonly called Aunt Sally, was Hays’ slave that accompanied him to Council Grove.  Sally continued with him until the end of her life and is buried in Hays’ lot in Greenwood Cemetery.

By 1852 Hays had bought out Boone & Hamilton, and around 1856 took on a partnership with Goodson M. Simcock.  It was Hays and Simcock who, under the title of S. M. Hays & Company, built a new frame warehouse to accommodate the growing trade on the Trail.  According to newspaper accounts of the day it appears this structure was completed in early summer of 1859.  At that time it had a gable roof; it wasn’t until about 1888 that the roof was raised in the fashion we see today to make a full two stories.

July 21st of 1859, Hays held a little party to celebrate the opening of the new store.  Hall’s Quadrille Band of Emporia came to provide music for the dancers, and a generous supper was provided for the attendees.  The Lawrence Republican of September 1859 also mentions the new warehouse opened by Hays & Co., and how it was suitable for a town such as Leavenworth or Lawrence.

Upon moving to Colorado in 1861 Hays sold his interest to Simcock, which took effect January 1st 1862, but retained ownership of the building.  Upon Hays’ return in 1866 Simcock relocated to what is currently the Trowbridge building which the two had built as a harness shop in 1860.  The final years of Hays involvement in the building is a bit sketchy, but it is safe to say he ultimately ended his interest in it February 5th 1873 when he passed from this life.  It wasn’t until 1878 that the administrator of Hays’ estate sold the property.

Prior to 1885, which is the earliest Sanborn Insurance Map in the Morris County Historical Society’s archives, the function of the Hays House is uncertain.  Using these maps we can draw a pretty good picture of the evolution of the building over the years.  We know that in February of 1885 it was divided into three separate businesses.  There was a store on the west end, restaurant in the middle and dwelling on the east side.  At that time (1882-1888) it was operated as Farmer’s Hotel by J. F. Atchison.  By July of 1887 the partitions are not noted and the whole building was designated as Farmers Hotel, except for a little insurance office in the southwest corner of the building.

Then from about 1890 to 1902 it was called Grove Hotel.  Another partition noted in the Sanborn Maps was made on the west side behind where the insurance office was located and extended to the rear of the building.  By this time the vacant lot west of the building had been developed and was listed as a restaurant.  It’s not clear if this restaurant was part of the structure or a separate entity, but it stood where the western most end of the Hays House is presently.  The building that once occupied that space was a barber shop in the 1870s but at the time of the September 19th 1886 fire was vacant.  It was ‘torn down’ with the intent to prevent the Hays House from catching fire.

Main St. Hotel circa 1908

Main Street Hotel circa 1902-1911.

In 1902 the front porch was built on by W. L. Stickel, who sold the building the following year. The building changed owners several times at this period, but by December of 1908 the name had been changed to Main Street Hotel and a restaurant and confectionary were listed as well as hotel rooms. From around 1914 to 1930 the building was called the Ar-Way Hotel which boasted a café and confectionery.

Hays House 1934

Although this photo is dated 1934, the cars are obviously from the 40s. Notice the striped porch post advertising a barber shop which occupied the eastern front portion of the building. It is believed that a barber shop occupied this space as late as 1958.  Courtesy of Morris County Historical Society.

Over the following decades the building housed a number of other businesses as well, such as a barbershop, appliance, restaurant, hardware and dry goods store to name a few.  It is also known that rooms were let in the upstairs through WWII, as late as 1947.  In 1954 V. A. Ward was proprietor of the Hays Tavern and it was then advertised as ‘the Oldest Place to eat between Council Grove and Santa Fe, N.M.’.

In 1974-75 Charlie and Helen Judd took over and renovated the Hays House Restaurant and Tavern and made it the destination eating establishment we all know and love today.  The recent renovation of the Hays House façade is intended to emulate the appearance of the building as it stood shortly after the turn of the 20th century.  And so it stands offering good food within, and historic charm without.

Uncle Dick

In the summer of 1836, 18 year old Richens Lacy Wootton arrived in Independence, Missouri. He had spent a couple years in Mississippi on his uncle’s cotton plantation and decided to head to the West to see new sights and meet with what adventures he may.

It was at Independence that he found a wagon train consisting of seven wagons belonging to Bent and St. Vrain loaded and ready to head out for Ft. Bent. At that time, each wagon required 10 to 12 mules to pull the load. Wootton had no difficulty in getting on as a wagon man for his first trip out west. This train was to catch up with a larger train of 57 wagons and about 150 men that had started a couple days earlier. This would be Wootton’s first trip to the Council Grove, and certainly not his last.

The reader may not recognize the name of Richens Wootton, but it’s likely the nick name of ‘Uncle Dick’ Wootton would ring a bell. It appears that he was christened Uncle Dick upon his first freighting trip to Ft. Bent, and the moniker stuck ever after.

Uncle Dick spent the rest of his life, over 50 years, in the West and is well known as a mountain man, trapper, freighter, Indian trader or fighter (as the occasion called for), farmer, rancher, toll road builder/operator, shop keeper and whatever else he needed to be. His accuracy with a gun, particularly the old flintlocks, is nigh fantastic. Uncle Dick has admitted to missing shots, but those were seldom. Once he was chased by two Indians on foot when all he had was a flintlock rifle to defend himself. He stopped, took aim and dropped the leading Indian at 100 yards, then continued to load his gun for the second Indian while running.

Uncle Dick was known by practically everyone west of the Mississippi River and he knew anyone who was worth knowing. Dick hobnobbed with such notables as Kit Carson, August Claymore, Chief Conniach, James Denver, Chief Ouray, Chief Uncotash, Col. Ceran St. Vrain, Lucien Maxwell, brothers Charles and William Bent, John Fremont and even Seth Hays.

In a book about Uncle Dick Wootton written by Howard Conard in 1890, Wootton shares a short story about Seth Hays that can only tickle our fancy. It was the 1st of March 1856 that Uncle Dick started out on his first freighting trip from Fort Union to Kansas City. I’ll give you Wootton’s account in its entirety;

“When we reached Council Grove, we found the Kaw Indians about to go on the war-path. Seth Hayes (sic), who was there as a government sutler, had gotten into some trouble with one of the Indians, and killed him. The Indians swore vengeance, and things looked very warlike. I stopped there two days, waiting for matters to quiet down, and helped Hayes patch up a truce. I was better acquainted with the Indians than he was, and knew better how to settle a quarrel of that kind. He asked me what should be done, and I told him that the way to make peace with the Indians, was to pay them for the one that had been killed. I knew that this was what they expected, and that they would not be satisfied until the affair was fixed up that way. He requested me to go ahead with the negotiations, and I invited the chief to hold a conference with me. We sat down together, and after we had had a long talk, it was agreed that if the sutler would give the Indians a pony and a hundred dollars worth of goods out of his store, they would be entirely satisfied, and peace would be established. My friend the sutler was satisfied with this arrangement, the Indians got the pony and their goods, and I left them smoking the pipe of peace with Hayes, when I went on my way, congratulating myself on my success as a peace commissioner.”

Upon first reading this story I thought it may be another account of the incident Hays had with the Kaw in June of 1859; resulting in two Kaw being hanged. However, if Uncle Dick is not mistaken about the date (1856), the incident he relates above is most certainly a different episode. Given this morsel of information, it appears Seth Hays may have had more problems with the Kaw than our local history has been willing to admit to us.

Unidentified Person

I inherited this photograph from a family member awhile back, and they have no idea who this lady is.  It was in the Scott family items so I presume it may be a member of the Scott family or a family friend.  The photograph was taken in Council Grove by George McMillan photographer.  I would estimate it to have been taken in the 1870s maybe early 80s.  The prop next to the woman is also seen in another photograph I have of Benjamin and Rachel Scott.  If anyone can identify this individual please contact me.

Far West

It has been a couple of years since we first discussed the subject of Far West and Latimer.  Having done my research, I am ready to give you the final and authoritative explanation on the two, so pay attention.

There have been a number of sources that have said the town site of Far West was northwest of Latimer; directly south of Latimer on the opposite side of the tracks; or as the writer of Clarks Creek Township assumed that Far West and Latimer were one and the same, platted on the same ground. My initial theory was that Far West was southwest of Latimer.  However, all of these assumptions are incorrect.  Careful examination of the plats and their descriptions will plainly show where the two town sites are/were located.

Both towns were platted in Section 23 of Township 15 Range 5 East, which accounts for much of the confusion on the subject.  It is evident from the start that the two towns are not one and the same as they were not platted on the same individual’s land.

Monroe D. Herington owned the northwest quarter of section 23.  And it was Herington who drew up a plat of Latimer on March 25th 1887.  That plat was then filed for record April 2nd the same.  Herington was largely responsible for the Chicago, Kansas & Nebraska railroad coming through the northern part of Morris County.  He owned land in both Dickenson and Morris counties and by making an offer to the railroad of some of his land, he was able to get them to lay track to his newly founded town of Herington.  Latimer was one of the incentives for the railroad as Herington provided it as a watering station.  And, as many accounts say, Latimer received its name from a railroad official who chose the location.

Apparently Herington was not the only one who had hopes of benefiting from the railroad and so David and Mary Korn, who owned the northeast quarter of section 23 just east of Herington’s, platted their own town.  However, they were just a few steps behind Herington.  They drew up their plat of Far West on July 11th 1887 and it was filed for record August 3rd the same.  According to the two plats there was just 350 feet between the two town sites.

Far West was the name of a post office located in Section 15, approximately a half mile northwest of Latimer.  It was established April 26th, 1864 and located in the home of William M. Walter who was the postmaster.  On March 23rd, 1869, the post office was moved to Aroma, Dickenson County where it was operated by Alexis Blanchett out of a corner cupboard in her 16 by 20 foot log cabin.  On October 3rd, 1872 the post office was reopened at Far West and remained in operation there until it moved to the town of Latimer on September 20, 1887.  For unknown reasons the post office closed June 20th 1888 then reopened February 5th 1889, and closed again April 15th 1895 reopening November 2nd 1895.  It closed permanently on January 6th 1961.

In the Clarks Creek Township history there is mention of a plat of Far West in which Railroad Street is labeled.  Also, the writer of that history (under the assumption that the two towns were one and the same) stated that a school (presumably Dist. 36) was marked on the Far West plat and stood in the same location as Dist. 36 in Latimer.  If such a plat of Far West ever existed, it is no more.  There is only one plat of Far West at the Register of Deeds office, and it has no streets or buildings labeled.  It is interesting to note that the alleys in Far West are shown to run north to south while the alleys in Latimer run east to west.

I have not come across any evidence as of yet that the town of Far West was ever developed.  The fact that a number of old timers in that area believed Latimer was first named Far West, leads me to believe that Far West never got further than being surveyed.  And so the absence of any remains of Far West led the locals to conclude that Far West and Latimer were synonymous.   So, to recap; Far West and Latimer are not one and the same.  The post office Far West preceded both the town sites of Far West and Latimer.  Latimer was platted before the town site of Far West, and Far West was later platted 350 feet east of Latimer.