73 research outputs found
Interview with Gordon Fultz
No full textGordon Fultz was interviewed on April 26, 2017, by Michael Rupp and Jim Knight. Fultz is the Legislative Coordinator for the Association of Oregon Counties (AOC).https://pdxscholar.library.pdx.edu/planoregon_interviews/1042/thumbnail.jp
Letter from Gordon G. Fultz to Jim Schuman requesting the appearance of president Gerald Ford at the University of Oregon
No full textLetter from Gordon G. Fultz, Executive Assistant of the Association of Oregon Counties, to Jim Schuman requesting the appearance of former US President Gerald Ford to speak and visit the University of Oregon in Eugene, Oregon
Jim Slake our oldest driver had charge of the midnight express
No full textguitars; voiceCollected by Patrick A. Todd
Sung by Mrs. Helen fultz
Mayfield, Arkansas
Accompanying herself on guitar EXPRESS" Jan 1960 Reel 330 Item 3
"THE MIDNIGHT EXPRESS"
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Jim Slake our oldest driver had charge of the midnight express Had charge of the lever and throttle for the mot of his I guess One night his son entered my office his face it was wounded white
Saying send this to dad in his engin for mama is dying tonight
As soon as I found that the message was for my comrade Jim I made no delay but I hastened away and I sent the message to him In less than a half an hour the message came back from him Tell wife I'll meet her at midnight and tell her to pray for Jim
I left the boy in my office the message I taken to his wife
I found the dying woman with a scarcely a breath of life And when I entered her chamber she took me at first for Jim
She fell back on her pillow - her face it was wounded white And said in a dying whisper Cod speed that express tonight O'er hill - O'er mountain - O'er valley on thundered the midnight express With many a dangerous peril along their path I guess
And there sat Jim at the throttle guiding their dangerous flight When a voice spoke out of the darkness God speed that express tonight They were not far from the station - the track it wee dark and long Audlo here comes the signal stating that something is wrong
It speaks of sad disaster the engin is in the ditch The engineer is lying by the side of an open switch And hark here comes the message from the engineer I guess
Tell wife that I'll meet her in heaven - don't wait for the
midnight expressFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Old Blue, Old Blue, Old Blue, Old Blue.
No full textvoice; guitarsSung by Mrs. Mary Faultz Fayetteville, Ark.
June 12, 1960 Reel 373 Item 7
Collected by Jim Bob Wheeler For M.C. Parler
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Old Blue
Well, I had a dog and his name was Blue,
And I'm gonna tell you what Blue could do.
Chorus:
Old Blue, Old Blue, Old Blue, Old Blue.
Well, Old Blue he was a mastiff dog,
He'd tree those possums up a white oak log.
Chorus.
Well one day old Blue got sick,
And I sent for the doctor to come quick.
Chorus.
Well, the doctor come and he come in a run,
And he said old Blue, your hunting 's done.
ChorusOld Blue continued
When old Blue died, he died so hard,
He dug little holes all over the yard.
Chorus.
Well, I dug Blue's grave with a silver spade, And I let him down with a golden chain.
Chorus.
And I dug Blue's grave in a shady place,
And I covered his grave with a possum face.
Chorus.
Well, when I get to heaven, I'll grab my horn, And I'll blow for Blue and here he will come.
Chorus.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
She's only a bird in a gilded cage
No full textvoice; guitarsCollected by Jim Bob Wheeler For M. C. Parler Transcribed by James Leonard
Sung by Mrs. Mary Faultz Fayetteville, Arkansas June 12, 1960
Reel 375 Item 9
Only a Bird in a Gilded Cage
The ballroom was filled with fashion throng,
It gleamed with a thousand lights There was a lady who passed along The fairest of all the sights.
A girl to her escort softly said She has riches at her command,
But she married for wealth
Not for love he cried
Though she lives in a mansion grand.
Chorus:
She's only a bird in a gilded cage A beautiful sight to see,
You may think she's happy and free from care
But she's not what she seems to be
It's sad when you think of a wasted life
For youth cannot mate with age
Her beauty was sold for an old man's gold
She's a bird in a gilded cage.
I stood in the churchyard just at eve
When sunset adorned the west
I saw the people who came to grieve
O're loved ones laid there at rest
A tall marble monument marked the grave
Of one who'd been fashions queen
And I thought she was better laid there at rest
Than to have people say when seen.
(Chorus)Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Ottie Brooks was standing in the barroom door,
No full textvoice; guitarsCollected by Jim Bob Wheeler For M.C. Parler
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Sung by Mrs. Mary Faultz Fayetteville, Ark.
June 12, 1960 Reel 373 Item 6
Ottie Brooks
Ottie Brooks was standing in the barroom door,
Not a-thinkin' of a dog-gonned thing,
When up stepped a woman with a one dollar bill,
Saying let poor Ottie in the game, Lord God,
Let poor Ottie in the game.
Well, Ottie took that one dollar bill,
This one dollar bill I'll play,
And the one that wins this one dollar bill My guns gonna blow him away, Lord God,
My guns gonna blow him a way.
Well, Pat, he won that one dollar bill,
And Ottie drew his gun;
He shot old Pat right through the heart
Saying I'll never tell a lie to my gun, Lord God,
I'll never tell a lie to my gun.Ottie Brooks continued
I've traveled out East and traveled out West,
I've traveled this whole world 'round,
I've been to the ocean, and I've been baptized,
Now I'm ready for my hole in the ground, Lord God, I'm ready for my hole in the ground.
Co dig my grave with a silver spade,
With a golden chain let me down,
And the last words that this poor boy said was Baby, don't you grieve after me, Lord God,
Oh, Baby, don't you grieve after me.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
When the bees are in the hive And the honey's in the comb
No full textvoice; guitars; banjosSung by Mrs. Mary Faultz Fayetteville, Ark.
June 12, 1960 Reel 375 Item 1
Collected by Jim Bob Wheeler For M.C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
When the Bees are in the Hive
By the millstream site the miller's pretty daughter, And her face looks like the first red rose of June As she sits and looks into the rippling water,
So tenderly she hums this old love tune.
Soon her song of happiness has turned to sorrow,
For her sweetheart has come to say goodby And she sits and ponders of the sad morrow,
And as we linger there we hear her sigh.
Chorus:
When the bees are in the hive And the honey's in the comb
And the golden sunbeams bend to kiss the dew, When the old mill wheel turns around,
I'll love you, Mary,
When the bees are in the hive,
I'll come to you.Reel 375, Item 1
When the Bees are in the Hive continued
By the mill wheel sits a lonely maiden pining,
And her fancy like the stream runs far away.
As she looks into the rivers shining water,
Ahe sees her golden hair has turned to gray;
Long years she's waited there for his returning,
All in vain she hopes he'll return some day,
Still sadly gazing at the rippling water,
As the old mill wheel turns around, it seems to say:
Chorus:Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Then Mike O'Riely's driver Had charge of the midnight express
No full textvoice; guitarsCollected by Mary C. Parler Sung by Helen Fultz
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey Mayfield, Ark.
Summer 1961
Reel 408 Item 10
The Midnight Express
Then Mike O'Riely"s driver Had charge of the midnight express Had charge of the lever and throttle The most of his life I guess.
One night his son entered my office,
His face it was wounded white,
Saying send this to Dad in his engine, For Mamma is dying tonight.
As soon as I found that the message Was from my comrade's kin,
I amde no delay, but I hastened away,
I sent the message to him.
In less than a half an hour The message came back from him:
Tell wife I'll greet her at midnight And tell her to pray for Jim.
I left the boy in my office,
The message I'd take to his wife;
I found the dying woman Scarcely agrasp of life.
And when I entered her chamber She took me at first for Jim,
And she fell back in exhausted When she saw that I was not him.
She fell back on her pillow,
Her face it was wounded white,
And she said in a dying whisper,
God speed that express tonight.
O'er hill,o'er mountains, o'er valleys, On some there's a midnight express With many a dangerous peril Along that pass I guess.The Midnight Express (continued)
And there sat Jim at the throttle Guiding her dangerous flight;
Her voice spoke out of the darkness, God speed that express tonight.
They were not far from the station,
The track it was dark and long,
And lo, here comes a signal,
Saying that something is wrong.
It speaks a sad disaster,
The engine is in the ditch,
The engineer is lying
To the side of an open switch.
And, hark, here comes the message From the engineer, I guess,
Tell wife that I'll meet her An Heaven, Don't wait for the midnight express.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Where the dear old Shannon's flowing,
No full textvoice; guitars; banjosSung by Mrs. Mary Fault: and Mrs. Alma Allen
Fayetteville, Ark.
June 12, 1960
Reel 375 Item 2
Collected by Jim Bob Wheeler For M.C. Parler Transcribed by James Leonard
Where the River Shannon Flows
There's a sunny spot in Ireland That I'll always claim for my land Where the fairies and the blarney Will never, never die;
'Tis the land of old shillelagh Where they call me back there daily To the girl I left behind me When we kissed and said goodby.
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Where the dear old Shannon's flowing, Where the three-leafed shamrock grows, Where my heart is , I am going To my little Irish Rose,
And the moment that I meet her,
With a hug and a kiss I'll greet her, For there's not a girl any sweeter Where the river Shannon flows.Where the River Shannon Flows continued
Sure no letters will I be mailing,
On the ship I'll soon be sailing,
And I'll bless the ship that takes me To my little Irish Rose;
And the moment that I meet her,
With a hug and a kiss I'll greet her, For there's not a girl any sweeter, Where the river Shannon flows.
Chorus:Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
I'm in the Army, the grand old Army,
No full textvoice; banjosSung by Mrs. Mary Faultz Fayetteville, Ark.
June 16, 1960 Reel 378 Item 7
Collected by Jim Bob Wheeler and James Leonard
For M.C. Parler
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
I'm in the Army
Oh, I've done left the farm Where they kept me from harm By working me twent hours a day,
So I packed my grip,
Gave the old folks the slip,
And now, sir, I'm in the U.S.A.
Chorus:
I'm in the Army, the grand old Army,
My little sweetheart, now don't you cry,
For Uncle wants me! the flag just haunts me, So I must bid you a fond goodby.
Some folks think it's a sin For a soldier to grim;
A smile, sir, is better than a tear,
So I'll travel along with a rollicking song And fight, sir, or die, sir, with a tear.
Got a letter today from the folks far away That made me as sad as I could he For the old brindle cowI'm in the Army continued
And the favorite sow
Has died, sir, from grieving over me.
Mother's milking the cow!
Sister's learning to plow;
Maude Muller is raking up the hay; Auntie's wearing my pants,
But you'll see at a glance That she isn't built that a-way.
When I come from the war With my medals galore,
To hang on my long and manly chest,
For captain I'll be in the old Infantry, And I'll marry the irl that I love best.
Chorus.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
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