Edwin Newton Titsworth was born Mar 30 1841 and died May 21,1889 in Rossville/Ozark, Lower Twshp Franklin County, Ark to John and Adelinia(sp?) Titsworth. He had an older brother Allman (Almon) born 3 yrs prior. In 1850 (dwelling 594) the holdings of John Titsworth were quite extensive "plantation like" with hired school teacher Alese Suggs age 23 and 4 other hired household hands. Land value was listed as $30,000 a huge amount comparatively. The 1860 slave census lists nearly 100 slaves and 16 slave houses belonging to the Titsworths. 3 other Titsworth families were located in the next 5 dwellings listed.
The 1880 census finds Edwin N. living with brother Alman in (dwelling 89) Logan County, listed as a farmers with 3 others in the household listed as laborers none family that I can tell.
Here is a slave narrative about "Old Newt" and the Titsworth's:
"If I was born the year of freedom or the year before my mammy didn't know. Her name was Betty Ivery and pappy's name was Louis Ivery, belonging to old Newt Titsworth who had a big plantation somewheres in Arkansas, but I don't know what the name of the town. Only thing I know that man had a big place - as far as the eye could see that man owned it. He had seven or eight slave families on the place; my mother was the house girl, done the spinning, the cooking, the cleaning and all such. The old master was good to the slaves my mammy always said; never whipped them, but if they got mean and worthless he would sell them.
My father was a slave, but he wasn't a negro. He was a Creek Indian whom the Cherokee Indians stole long years ago and put in slavery just like he was a negro, and he married with a slave woman (her mother, Betty) and raised a big family. There was King, Louis, Marry, Cindy, Lucy, Jane, Fannie, Martha, Emma, Adeline and myself. I don't know where any is now, we all get separated after the war and never find each other.
Master Titsworth's house was a pretty good frame place; the slave families sleep in their own cabins, but all their eating was done together in a long house made of rough brick, and the eating was plentiful with fresh killed beef or pork, plenty of corn pone made of meal ground by the old rock mills, with potatoes and vegetables seasoned high with the meats.
The eatings wasn't so good after the war when the slaves have to reach out for themselves; mostly it was corn grits, then maybe it wouldn't be nothing like it is now when I gets hardly enough to live on, hungry most of the time and in the misery so deep I can do no work (she is an invalid and seems likely to die within a short time).
There was a white overseer on the plantation and he blowed the whistle which sent everybody to their work. Mammy said he was a good man.
The slave owners was always wanting more young slaves and if there was a woman on the place that didn't have no man the old masters would send to another plantation and borrow a big husky slave man for the woman and when the woman was done with child they would send the man back to his own place.
Everybody got scared when the war come along; the master was afraid somebody steal his slaves so he ups us to Texas and then we come back to Arkansas after a while and stay there until freedom.
We stay for a while with the old master after the war, then my pappy go to farming and making things like wooden tubs, oat straw hats, horse collars and most anything he could sell or trade to the neighbors.
My folks was part Indian alright; they wore blankets and breeches with fur around the bottoms. My father's own daddy was Randolph Get - a - bout, and when the Indian lands given out by the allotments I got me 160 acres right here in Muskogee just north of where I live now. I use to own all that, but no more.
Lots of the slaves never learn to read or write, but the mistress teach my own mammy after the day's work was done. They set in the house long after dark and the mistress teach her, and then on Sunday, every Sunday too, they would go a little church for the preaching. My mammy would set back over on one side of the seat rows; never did she miss the Sabbath meeting.
I belong to the Methodist Church, but since it been eight year that I been unable to get out, I just do all my praying at home. There's nothing else like religion for folks to enjoy.
State: Oklahoma Interviewee: Wagoner, Sweetie Ivery
"Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States from Interviews with Former Slaves. Washington, D.C."
From the History of Franklin county it appears that John Titsworth was an early settler making a land purcahse in 1830. He was also party to the first Justice court held in the county when he sued a Samual Hixson on May 24 1838 receiving a judgment of $85.75 plus interest and expenses.
It appears that the Titsworth Plantation was on the Big Mulberry and likely the Meeks clan knew of the Titsworth operation thus the adage "Old Titsworth". Honor amongst enemies was not unheard of and I suspect that Titsworth recognized his neighbor and trusted Meeks to keep his word.They both had been to Texas trying to maintain some semblance of their property and wealth prior to their paths crossing as described.
Have fun Glynda and hope this helps fill in a gap.