Volume 1 No. 4           The New Groveland Graphic serving Groveland, Mascotte/Green Swamp Area

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The Boys from Liberty
By Frei Mimms

  episode 3: Herrel meets Sarah

Herrel rolled over in the morning light, his arm instinctively reaching out for his big brother. As his hand hit the bedding, he briefly thought "Where's Red?"
Then he remembered.
Red had left the day before. He was off to Texas, and Herrel didn't know if he'd ever see him again. Herrel wiggled over to Red's side of the bed, figuring that if he couldn't be where Red was now, he could at least be where Red used to be.
A voice at the door broke up Herrel's little moment of peace.
"Missy, you up?"
Herrel's mother went to the door and opened it.
"Why yes, Ms. McGee. And what'd you like us tuh do today?"
"You stay with the cows, Missy. A couple of them are about to drop their calves, and I want to know immediately if they're any problems. Herrel will come with me to the main house. My granddaughter Sarah arrived yesterday, and she needs someone to help her with her chores until she learns her way around. As soon as he's had his breakfast, send him up."
"Yes 'em."
Mrs. McGee left and Herrel joined his mother in the doorway.
She looked at him.
"You heard what she said. You go out and wash up."
Without a word, Herrel slipped out and ran towards the woods. After doing his business in the bushes, Herrel headed downhill to the stream. He looked forward to immersing himself in that clear, cold water. At water's edge, he quickly stripped and stepped in. After the first cold shock, he waded out further, so he could get his whole body under. Stretched out underwater, on his back, he filled his mouth with water, brought his lips to the surface, then blew out as hard as he could, making a little waterspout. He gulped for air, went down, then did it again. And again. And again. He had a sudden urge to pee, so he surfaced, still on his back, and made one more waterspout - this one noticeably larger.
He didn't see his ma on the bank of the stream.
"I thought I'd find you here," she said, doing her best not to laugh.

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Going free-range
by Linda Charlton
Graphic reporter
Dateline: Bay Lake

"Hopefully people will one day understand this whole 'sustainability,' but a lot of people won't until the system breaks down. Then they'll appreciate those of us who raise heritage birds ... There's a good side to globalization. The dark side is the food supply is vulnerable to disruption."
Jodi Anderson is talking at her little farm deep in Bay Lake, in an area where cell phones do not work, where bees flourish, where locals can disappear into the neighboring woods for days while hunting, and where the biggest threat to her flocks of free-range poultry (some heritage, some conventional) is 'critters.'

Heritage turkeys are known for doing things that commercial turkeys have a hard time with - like breeding naturally and flying.
Photo by Linda Charlton.

Anderson is no stranger to agriculture, as her family has been in Florida, in ag, since 1850. She is relatively new to poultry.
"I threw a lot of mud on the wall, and this is what stuck," she says.
Anderson was a practicing attorney until about five years ago, when she shuttered her practice to help take care of her aging father. As part of the package, she also managed a family citrus grove in Clermont. The trees subsequently suffered some major damage from freezing weather, and she figured "we need to diversify."
Her choice of land in Bay Lake was an easy one.
"It's virgin land, never in citrus" she says. "It's so gorgeous."
She's enjoying her birds too.
Speaking of her breeding pair of turkeys, she says "When they were little I would gather them in my arms and we'd go inside and watch television ... They were the friendliest of them all."
Anderson is real clear on the advantages of heritage and free-range poultry. The heritage birds have robust immune systems. They mate naturally. In taste tests conducted by the American Livestock Breeds Conservancy, the heritage breeds have won out over the commercial breeds, though grass-fed versus not-grass-fed may have been a factor in the outcome. More ....
 




Mascotte's Murder roundup
by Linda Charlton
Graphic reporter
Dateline: Mascotte

It's not that Mascotte is a hotbed of murders and murderers - it's that, as of late, there's been movement towards solving several murders cases that have happened over a period of years. Mascotte police chief Steve Allen reviewed the three cases in a recent interview.
The most recent murder happened in 2009, when Guradat Persaud was found beaten to death at his car dealership on Myers Boulevard. Though not exactly a cold case, it got a new lease on life about a month ago, when the Florida Department of Law Enforcement lab came up with new evidence.
"We called and asked them to take a closer look," Chief Allen says, "and DNA was obtained from his clothing. What we're hoping for is to find a match."
The search for a match is nationwide. As Allen explains it, the search is not as cut-and-dried as it sounds, for different states have different practices when it comes to entering DNA samples into databases. It is not possible to check one database and know that you have covered all possibilities. More. . . .


 








The Way things were: Groveland's Great shootout
by Linda Charlton
Graphic reporter
Dateline: Groveland

"Everybody was armed then," says 96-year old Julian Rowe. "Things were not always pretty."
Rowe is talking about Groveland in the early days. In particular, he is talking about the 1917 shooting death of Groveland businessman Gary Bogan Linton.
Linton and his wife Hilda ran Groveland's barbershop. When Linton died he left a pregnant wife and two sons, one of whom Rowe went to school with. A third child (Linton's only daughter) was born four months later.
Linton was also a deputy sheriff and, according to Rowe, was deputized just in time to be killed.
It all went down on July 19, 1917.
The United States had entered the "Great War" in Europe, but back home it was business as usual. It was a Thursday.

"Hilda and Gary Linton in front of the Groveland Barber shop. Photo courtsey Gary B. LInton. III."



The sun had set. The work day was over, but the drugstore was open and the commissary was open and there were folks downtown in the business district. Down at Pine Camp, workers had finished their cutting for the day, and the last trainload of logs had gone up to Groveland to feed the giant saw mill. Edward L. Griffin was a foreman at Pine Camp. As is evident from one of the quotes attributed to him in court records, he was also black. He was one of the men at Pine Camp who would sometimes ride the "skeeter" locomotive into town. On that day, he had done just that.
Within a few hours, Griffin was dead and Linton lay mortally wounded
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