Ed Fadeley – A Man From Missouri

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“Family lore is that Ed Fadeley was born in the kitchen of the family’s home in rural Missouri on Dec. 13, 1929 — a Friday the 13th and just two months after the Great Depression crash.”


Ed and Darian chose the Arcadian life. I had been out at their farm in Creswell. When Ed and I found ourselves by ourselves, we bragged about our Ozark roots. Mr. Fadeley was born there, on his folks kitchen table. My grandfather wrote books about the Ozarks. He may have met the artist, Thomas Hart Benton, whose great uncle was the administrator of the Oregon Territory. Otto Rayburn knew the Bentons. It was destiny that a Benton would marry a Rosamond. My ex-brother-law, Garth Benton, was a famous muralist and cousin of Thomas. Garth married my sister, the world famous artist ‘Rosamond’. Ed’s history is being carried home, perhaps on one of Benton’s trains.

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“I walked on, for I had yet a long way to go before nightfall. Now it
was but a mite after mid-day. After leaving the train at Winona, I
could have perhaps caught a ride to Eminence had I stayed with the
wagon road instead of footing it up the spur-track leading northward
to cross Jack’s Fork at the Hodge place where I left to journey up
Possum Trot toward Little Wonder Schoolhouse and Tucked Away Church
House, above which in the ride to the north, I lived – the place
where I was born and which I called home, where my parents had
settled in their youth and planned some day to die.”

Royal Rosamond



I tried to get Ed involved in saving the Columbia Street Cottages that I suggested to some politicians could be used as guest cottages for foreign poets. My grandfather was a poet and a Newspaperman – of sorts! He sold 400 copies of The Oklahoman, and 200 copies of the Oklahoma Times, at his newspaper stand in Oklahoma City. He tutored young people in poetry and had plans to build a Poet’s retreat on the Buffalo River.The Ozark Historian, Otto Rayburn, was supportive of this. I will be sending Royal’s letters to the university of Arkansas. Click on them to enlarge.

As it turns out, I found a literary Grail!

“Michael rises from the bench to go get what he considers to be a Literary Grail. He shows me Ken Kesey’s short story ‘Sunset at Celilo’. He reads the words Ken wrote and tells me he believes this story was the harbinger of ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoos’ Nest’.”



It is the objective of my newspaper to restore the dream of these two men who published their own magazine. Rayburn published ‘Arcadian Life’, and Royal’s Gem Publishing, published ‘Bright Stories’. Royal also published one novel under ‘R.R. Rosamond Publishing’ founded in 1931 in Ventura where it was printed.

I believe the house mentioned is on the cover of his good friend, Otto Rayburn’s magazine ‘Arcadian Life’. In a letter, Otto asks Royal if he knows any Californian Poets who would want to contribute to the Arcadian, a name that denotes a simple rural lifestyle. How many men and women with a vision, still answer Rayburn’s call. How many false Republicans claim they got Redneck blood coursing through their veins that makes them ferocious as mamma bears. Wasn’t Twain born in the ‘Show Me’ State?


Royal Rosamond, whose photographs appears in the history of the Ozarks that Otto Rayburn is the caretaker of. There are several photographs of the Thomas Hart Benton family, the regional artist that my niece Drew Benton, is kin to, as are the Prescos. Before Christine and Garth Benton met each other, the history of their creative ancestors merged, and can be considered National Treasures, because these men created an art form from whence a well spring of American Culture has sprang – as well a the American Tree of Life. I own letters that will be sent to the University of Arkansas where thy will be deposited in the Raybrun collection, which is the National Archives for the History of the Ozarks.

Back in 2002 I talked to Ed about Dick Armey and how his faith-based initiative was a Trojan Horse for secessionist evangelical crazies. Dick later became the head of FreedomWorks that born the Tea Party whose goal is to defund the Secular Federal Government and shut it down because only the Republicans are right with Jesus. Ed listened to me, and gave me good advice.

My ancestors were real Patriots, not Fake Patriots, who parade elected politician around like oxen with a ring in their nose. Ed’s enemies would be wanting to hang the title “Bullshitter” around this real Redneck’s, neck. But he was the real deal. Without the Ulster-Scots aiming their long-rifles at the Redcoats in their ongoing religious revolution, we Americans would have celebrated the Queen’s birthday, last, and the birth of her granddaughter.

“The origins of this term Redneck are Scottish and refer to supporters of the National Covenant and The Solemn League and Covenant, or “Covenanters”, largely Lowland Presbyterians, many of whom would flee Scotland for Ulster (Northern Ireland) during persecutions by the British Crown. The Covenanters of 1638 and 1641 signed the documents that stated that Scotland desired the Presbyterian form of church government and would not accept the Church of England as its official state church.

Many Covenanters signed in their own blood and wore red pieces of cloth around their necks as distinctive insignia; hence the term “Red neck”, (rednecks) which became slang for a Scottish dissenter*. One Scottish immigrant, interviewed by the author, remembered a Presbyterian minister, one Dr. Coulter, in Glasgow in the 1940’s wearing a red clerical collar — is this symbolic of the “rednecks”?

In 1971 I saved Dottie Witherspoon, a great granddaughter of Signer, John Witherspoon, and John Knox. I had just won my court case against the Mafia of Boston and survived an attempt on my life. My attorney introduced me to Mayor White, who shook my hand;

“It took a lot of guts to stand up to those guys.” he said, looking me in the eyes.

Because my sister married a Benton, I am kin to the Witherspoons, who were Ulster-Scots, and the Windsors.



Here is Terry McDermott mocking Ed’s background in the Register Guard;

“Senate approval of a sales tax in the wee small hours Saturday marks one more crook in a crooked road that winds back into the dusty Missouri memory where a loaf of bread still costs a dime, not a dime plus a penny tax.”

There is nothing “dusty” about my kindred’s memory. John Fremont married Jessie Benton, who wrote the journal about ‘The Pathfinders’ exploration of the Willamette Valley. Jessie held a salon in San Francisco that was attended by Mark Twain and Bret Harte, two writers who became famous writing books about poor boys and men making a living out West any way they can. There was no such thing as the Cayman Island Tax Shelter for millionaires who do not want to pay their taxes because they claim they made America great. These arrogant liars are real pirates! Most Americans only had their Bibles to read, and they read about the high and mighty stomping the crap out of me meek without mercy. Then, His prophets came………..out of the wilderness!

How can anyone pay a red cent for a paper to read the opinions of a loudmouth who knows nothing about history, and from where the name Willamette – hail? I love to spot the children of the Ulster-Scot every time I go shopping. First I spot their reddish-blonde hair, then read their name tags!



“The Williamite War in Ireland was a conflict between Jacobites (supporters of Catholic King James II) and Williamites (supporters of Protestant Prince William of Orange) over who would be King of England, Scotland and Ireland. It is also called the Jacobite War in Ireland or the Williamite–Jacobite War in Ireland.”

In 1825, in the village of Fenagh in county Leitrim in Ireland, a
gang of Catholic youths attacked the Rosamond home. The Rosamonds were
staunch Protestants. James, aged 20 (born 1805) and his brother Edward, aged
15, attempted to protect their mother. A shot was fired by Edward and a
youth was dead. The boys fled to Canada. James went to Merrickville where he
worked for James Merrick as a weaver. Edward, still fearing arrest, worked
his way eventually to Memphis, Tennessee.

Armey was for taxing the poor, because they are not tax payers. His ilk take away from the poor and give to the rich. Dick is the anti-Pope. Defunding the Poor has been around for thousands of years. But, Dick added a new twist, the poor no longer have Jesus on their side because they are born sinners, they selfish beyond belief because they don’t want Jesus to balance the National Budget – God’s supreme goal!


John Boehner resigned as Speaker of the House, having seen the light of mercy pouring off Saint Francis. He said what I have been saying for a quarter of century, there are a lot of false prophets in the Republican Party.


Bernie spoke at a Christian college and one observer compared him to Jesus quoting Issiah’s message about the Jubilee and the freeing of slaves. What Jesus opposed, was the Self-righteous Tax. Being, you don’t get to look down your snooty nose at the disenfranchised and exclude them from access to God and His Community. This is ‘The Snooty Tax’ that has always made the fortunate feel that much more – blessed! Purchasing the best seats in the synagogue – was all the craze!

“I have come for the sinner – not the self-righteous! The first – will later be last.”


After my homeless friend died, and we could not find his family, I adopted him through the Elk’s Society. I paid for Hollis’ funeral and memorial. I got on Kitty Piercy’s case about homeless Vets, and a year later she has helped house two hundred lost souls who served their Nation, only to find themselves without shelter in the wilderness.  I am the sole prophet of the church I founded.


I suspect the Fadeleys were Billy Boys, Ulster-Scotts that fought under William of Orange. My kindred, Bennett Rosamond, was a Grand Master of the Orange Lodge in Canada. Look out you snoots, on high – here come the Hillbillys!


 The origin of this American nickname for mountain folk in the Ozarks and in Appalachia comes from Ulster. Ulster-Scottish (The often incorrectly labeled “Scots-Irish”) settlers in the hill-country of Appalachia brought their traditional music with them to the new world, and many of their songs and ballads dealt with William, Prince of Orange, who defeated the Catholic King James II of the Stuart family at the Battle of the Boyne, Ireland in 1690.

Supporters of King William were known as Orangemen and Billy Boys and their North American counterparts were soon referred to as hill-billies. It is interesting to note that a traditional song of the Glasgow Rangers football club today begins with the line, ‘Hurrah! Hurrah! We are the Billy Boys!’ and shares its tune with the famous American Civil War song, Marching Through Georgia.






I would have liked to have read this at Ed’s memorial. Take you pick of instrument:


Poetry On Leaves (1946)


Royal Reuben Rosamond

“Poetry on Leaves

The spring sun was warm now, brightening as with happiness in the
open fields, the broad land resembling a crazy quilt because of the
wooded patches everywhere. Already the wild grapes were in bloom,
and if the sun continued smiling there would be, in every Hillman’s
cellar, many, many jars of grape juice for making jelly, and wine
for those who knew the trick of making it. Those pink-white blossoms
on the pale yellow bushes hard against warm hillside rocks were
huckleberries in bloom. The wild grapes and the huckleberries once
ripe, tangier here in Shannon County, Missouri, than most any other
place in the Ozarks.

I walked on, for I had yet a long way to go before nightfall. Now it
was but a mite after mid-day. After leaving the train at Winona, I
could have perhaps caught a ride to Eminence had I stayed with the
wagon road instead of footing it up the spur-track leading northward
to cross Jack’s Fork at the Hodge place where I left to journey up
Possum Trot toward Little Wonder Schoolhouse and Tucked Away Church
House, above which in the ride to the north, I lived – the place
where I was born and which I called home, where my parents had
settled in their youth and planned some day to die. The way was
long, the trail lonesome and ofttimes steep. As wild a region as
ever grew outdoors. No matter. I wanted to stretch my legs and let
the April breeze take the orders of a Saint Louis foundry away from

I went home on a visit once a year – had already worked five years
up there, long enough to forget how to talk (or write) hillbilly
talk, it seemed like. Still, I didn’t mind being called a hillbilly.
Life in the Ozarks had a tang. I liked everything about them, from
the blooming of the redbud and dogwood in springtime to pumpkin pies
and possum and coon hunting and listening to fox hounds in the fall.
I was born and bred here. This wilderness was in my blood. I felt as
much a part of it as does a back log to a fireplace. I was twenty
six years old now, and when I become fifty, I intend to retire, and
go sit on pappy’s rocker there on the front porch and rock and smoke
and think until I die.

Here on the side of Grapevine Mountain, high above the glistening of
Jack’s Fork below, for days and weeks and years back into the dim
past she had lived in splendid isolation, the silence, save for the
passing Hillman on the road below her cabin, as vast as the greenery
of the heaving land-billows rising higher and ever higher toward the
summit of the far ridge leaning against the blue heaven on the west,
below which was the great spring from which the stream Jack’s Fork
nursed and found perpetual substance. A skinny, faded creature in
her late forties, seemingly as antiquated as the furniture in the
two small rooms in her rustic cabin, yet she possessed the amazing
gift of cheerfulness. Even though her income was very meager, yet
she contrived to spread a spirit of near-opulence and comforting
friendliness about herself which was as convincing as was Mr.
Russell’s plush appearing abundance. In summer she mothered her
pansy beds, naming the little faces, as she called them, after the
little girls she taught in winter, the boys unslighted by living as
vegetables in her garden, the more refractory being a gooseberry
busy or wild plum tree.”

Here is Otto’s review of Royal’s novel.”BOUND IN THIS CLAY

“I have encountered a number of strange characters during my forty years in the Ozarks, but the fellow who really upset the applecart with his fantastic ideas was Royal (Rosy)
Rosamond at Eminence, Missouri. I was located in this Shannon County town,
publishing Arcadian Magazine, in 1931-32. Rosamond came to the Ozarks from
California. He was a native Missourian, but had been away from the hills for a
number of years. “Rosy” was a writer and the short story was his vine and fig
tree. He tried to cut a wide swath. I helped him with his novel, Bound in this
Clay, a story of the Irish Wilderness in Oregon County, Missouri. He started a
magazine called Bright Stories, but it lasted only a few issues.
About 1933 he went to Ozark Missouri, and later lived in the back woods at
Chastain in Baxter County, Arkansas. About 1940 he drifted into Oklahoma City
and operated a newsstand during World War Two. He made a little money and put it
into published his books. He had his own publishing name which he called the Gem
Publishing Company. His later books were, Ozark Moonshiners, Ravola of Thunder
Mountain, and Bad Medicine. Rosamond died November 26, 1953.Royal Rosamond’s
Bound in this Clay is one of the most bizarre novels to come from the Ozarks.
Too many of our novels are all drama with no comedy.

The saving grace of Rosamond’s Irish Wilderness Folks is their sense of humor.
They have the ability to take life the hard way and laugh it off. No doubt their
Irish ancestry had much to do with it. Prog the Peddler is the human pivot around
which the story revolves. His sense of humor is a lighted candle in a world
darkened by prejudice and superstition. Old Mrs. Eisher is the enigma of the
story; a personality with a massive body, an alert mind, and a loving heart.

Then there is Ben Holland, a fox hunter who owns a trio of miracle-hounds, Henry
Winkle, the wild man of the hills, Miss Sarah Rose, poet and school teacher,
Nancy Shobe and her “nameless daughter” Jack Bracken champion fiddler and
pedigreed liar from the Turkey Tracks neighborhood, Jan Dancy, the young Apollo
without a voice, Jane Tilly, Jan’s Sweetheart, an Ozark Venus who knows all the
answers, and other descendants of the O’Dells, the Shobes, the Ramseys who
settled Oregon County Missouri in the thirties and forties.Rosamond’s novel is
poorly written and will never become a classic, but it contains lots of laughs
with its absurd narrative. The title itself is honey in the rock. “Bound in this
Clay” it is.Rosamond himself was tied to the earth in a strange way. He was
obsessed with the idea of being a writer and considered his short stories to be
masterpieces of art. He was a hard worker and made great sacrifices for his

After the death of his father in 1924, Benton became particularly interested in
the traditional manners and customs of America’s mountain people, the people who
were tied in many ways to the history of his own family and its migration to the
western frontier. For Benton, as suggested in his autobiography, the unique ways
of mountain life offered important connections to essential American values:
“Our past social history in its pioneer phase is, to a great extent, embedded in
the ways of our mountain people.” In Benton’s thinking, this concept of the
mountains was primarily related to the southern mountain ranges including the
mountains of the Ozark region.”


“The Thomas Benton Family. T. P., Jake (the dog), Jessie, Rita, Tom; and A Benton Painting in Process.” Photographs, 1:48.
“The Birth of a Painting. Thomas Benton sketching on the Buffalo River in Newton County, Arkansas.” Photograph, 1:49.
“INSTRUCTION. A painting by Thomas Hart Benton.” [These Benton photographs were made by Frank Louder, famous Ozark photographer, of Kansas City, Missouri] Photograph, 1:49.

“Albert Pike. From an engraving printed in the ‘Centenary Souvenir of His Birth’ published by the Supreme Council 33, Scottish Rite, Southern Jurisdiction.” Picture, clipping, 1:281.
“Vance Randolph in an interview with “Skeeter Jim” Walden, Ozark Fiddler, at Busch, Arkansas, 1953.” Photograph, 1:285.
“Otto Ernest Rayburn at Hideaway Lodge, 1922; and White River Float Trip, 1923, Otto Rayburn and Tomp Turner.” Photographs, 1:291.
“Otto Ernest Rayburn, 1940.” Photograph, vol.1:292.
“Otto E. and Lutie B. Rayburn at Eureka Springs, 1952; Glovon and her boy friend James T. Orrell. They were married in November, 1944; Billy Joaquin Rayburn and Pal at Lonsdale, Arkansas, 1944.” (3) photographs, 1:293.
“Opie Read in his heyday.” Picture, clipping, vol . 1:298.
“Will Rice.” Picture, clipping, 1:303.
“Ted Richmond.” Sketch portrait, 1:318.
“Wilderness Library.” Photograph, 1:318.
“Royal Rosamond.” Photograph, 1:321.

Otto Ernest Rayburn (1891-1960) was a writer, schoolteacher, and promoter for thirty years in the Ozarks, as the title ofhis memoir states. He published magazines and books celebrating theregion and yearned to preserve and extend what he saw as “the pureAnglo-Saxon culture” of the region. He wanted scholars and thepublic to have access to his research materials, and arranged for themto come to the University Libraries.

Otto Ernest Rayburn Papers 1916-1960 (MC MS R19). (1473 items) The bulk of the collection is The Ozark Folk Encyclopedia, 229 folders containing Rayburn’s working files of clippings, notes, letters, photographs, etc., arranged in alphabetical order. Some material was compiled by Rayburn into book form: Bibliographies of his works and of other writing on the Ozarks; Enchanted Ozarks, in 3 volumes, “folkways and customs, actual events, and traditional folklore;” Ozark Folks and Folklore; Survey of Ozark Superstitions, in 2 volumes; Ozark Sketchbook; a compilation of his verse. Way Back Yonder, copies of a published newspaper column by Rayburn.. The collection also includes correspondence, scrapbooks, pictures, Book reviews and comments on his works Forty Years in the Ozarks and Ozark Country. The University Libraries acquired Rayburn’s extensive personal library of Ozark print materials, which were classified and integrated into the Arkansas and circulating book collections.




Otto Ernest Rayburn moved to the Ozarks in 1917. He lived in Missouri and Arkansas, where he was a teacher, newspaper publisher, bookseller, and promoter of tourism. Toward the end of his life he organized his enormous hoard of information about the Ozarks into the collection now in the University Libraries. He died in 1960.


The Otto Ernest Rayburn Collection was acquired from Mr. Rayburn, a collector, educator, publisher, and bookseller then residing in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, in part purchased by an agreement dated September 8, 1952 and by additional deposits in 1959 and 1960.

The collection included an extensive library of books and other print material pertaining to the Ozark Mountains Region, which has been cataloged and shelved in the Libraries’ main and Arkansas collections. The remaining portion, divided into 13 series, comprises a voluminous collection of research files entitled the Ozark Folk Encyclopedia, bibliographies of Rayburn’s writings and other writing about the Ozarks, several typescript volumes written or compiled by Rayburn, correspondence, scrapbooks, pictures, and other material.

The Rayburn Collection, organized in 13 series, consists of correspondence, writings compiled or written by or about Otto Ernest Rayburn, research files, scrapbooks, and pictures. The bulk of the collection is the Ozark Folk Encyclopedia, 229 folders containing Rayburn’s working files of clippings, notes, letters, pictures, etc., arranged in alphabetical order.

Some material was compiled by Rayburn into book form: Bibliographies of his works and of other writing on the Ozarks; Enchanted Ozarks, in 3 volumes, “anecdotes of men and women who have helped enrich the lore of the region;” Ozark Panorama, in 3 volumes, “folkways and customs, actual events, and traditional folklore;” Ozark Folks and Folklore; Survey of Ozark Superstitions, in 2 volumes; Ozark Sketchbook; a compilation of his verse; Book reviews and comments on his works Forty Years in the Ozarks and Ozark Country; Way Back Yonder, copies of a published newspaper column by Rayburn.

There are 4 scrapbooks and a series of pictures, mostly photographs. Processed by Special Collections. Special Collections Division, University of Arkansas Libraries, Fayetteville, Arkansas.



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