tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post6574068968612416504..comments2023-06-08T06:49:49.809-05:00Comments on New Baldwyn "Bearcat" Blog: Mr. Odell WeldonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-40573562671635767602008-05-06T10:26:00.000-05:002008-05-06T10:26:00.000-05:00Once, when a carnival set up about where Nelson...Once, when a carnival set up about where Nelson's Cinic was located, I watched Sim's daughter throw balls at a stack of metal bottles; nothing happened. After her second paid attempt, still, no go. About that time Slim and Mrs. Weldon showed up. The barker said something "negative" to the daughter. Mrs. Weldon came back, "You can't insult her because I'm the Marshall's wife!" Sim pulled back his jacket reveaing his badge. "Litte girl pick your choice of teddy bears, you won it fair and square."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-67098593271599223712008-04-30T13:07:00.000-05:002008-04-30T13:07:00.000-05:00With all his ability to enforce the laws, he was e...With all his ability to enforce the laws, he was essentially a very nice person. The only time I ever saw him get mad with anyone other than a lawbreaker was when he plowed through Mr Kirk's bridge over the ditch in front of his house with a road grader. They fussed a long time, and the next day were seen drinking coffee and being friends again.<br>BobAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-71647228088744475812008-04-30T11:18:00.000-05:002008-04-30T11:18:00.000-05:00One Saturday morning Slim was pouring out some cor...One Saturday morning Slim was pouring out some corn whiskey he had confiscated and was doing it in front of the city hall. A guy named Buster Jones was chiding him and said it was water. He struck a match and threw in it and a quick blaze ensued. Everybody ducked for a few seconds, and Jones was threatened with trouble if he didn't go on and behave.<br>BDAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-1650444879852206582008-04-30T11:01:00.000-05:002008-04-30T11:01:00.000-05:00I never heard the story of why his house burned; j...I never heard the story of why his house burned; just remember it being South of Baldwyn on East side of tracks and I watched it burn, along with several people, from the other side. It was in the afternoon as I recall. There was a young man not much older than me from out in the country some place, who used to try Slim's patience every Saturday night and probably could tell us lots about that blackjack.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-39532617639858200642008-04-30T08:58:00.000-05:002008-04-30T08:58:00.000-05:00Did someone burn his house? Was it for a rebuttal ...Did someone burn his house? Was it for a rebuttal against him? I haven't heard about that. I saw him arrest 3 people by himself one Saturday night and they weren't willing to go with him. After asking them to cooperate which they didn't, they were persuaded to very quickly. They left their car out of gear and it rolled down the hill past the shirt factory and finally stopped without hitting anything. Lucky!kennethnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-15124813180358953972008-04-30T07:39:00.000-05:002008-04-30T07:39:00.000-05:00Great story, Carl. I remember when his house burn...Great story, Carl. I remember when his house burned down by the railroad track about 1955 or so. He was like Andy Griffin in never seeming to hold a grudge. He didn't shy away from using the blackjack at all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com