Old Man Cardwell

When we were young, preteen years for me, we went all over Smithwick horseback. Mostly it was Kenny, Jimmy Palmer, Glenn Lewis and me, but sometimes others in the community joined in.

Everett and Maude Jackson had the little store beside the road just below the cemetery. The store had really limited fare. Mostly snacks and soda pops. I don’t remember them having very many perishables. Maybe a little stuff in a small refrigerator. For sure there were soda crackers and Vienna Sausages.

Across the highway from the store and down the creek a little ways was a little shack that Old Man Cardwell lived in. It was a very primitive place. I don’t remember it having electricity or running water. It was heated with a wood stove and he had an old fire pit of sorts outside where he would do some cooking. No bigger than he was, being old and swiveled up, it didn’t take much food for him. Nothing ever appeared appetizing enough that any of us wanted to eat with him.

Times were really different back then, the early 60s. When we went to visit Mr. Cardwell, it was like we were transported back another 100 years. It was never clear to me why he lived out there. The property belonged to Everett Jackson. It wasn’t like he could live there and fish or anything? Even though his little shack was on the bank of the creek, there weren’t fish in the mostly wet weather creek. I think he mostly enjoyed the lifestyle. I guess it was almost like being a homeless person today.

It was a real adventure going over there to hear his stories. I really don’t remember them, but he was able to entertain us.

What always struck me was he had a place up in Marble Falls. Not a fancy house but a place on Backbone Creek. I think it was a couple of acres at Avenue F between 2nd and 4th. There was really fertile ground there. I remember he grew some tobacco, the only time as a kid I ever saw it being grown. I guess it was for his own use, though I can’t tell you for sure if he even smoked. He probably chewed it. His mouth and chin appeared to have those stains. But I can’t tell you for sure, because old men like that didn’t always have the best hygiene regiments.

I’m not sure if he went between Marble Falls and Smithwick by the season or if he just enjoyed a change every now and then. We often visited him up in town at that place, when we stayed over with Glenn. It was only a couple of blocks from where Glenn lived with his folks.

There was a time that the Old Man had the most beautiful garden. No one else in town did that year. There was a severe drought going on. The city kept eyeing how green everything was. Corn was tall, huge water melons, best looking tomatoes you ever saw.

The city finally investigated and found out that Glenn and an accomplice had found a city water line and dug it up and tapped Mr. Cardwell an irrigation line into to it and buried it. Then they helped him build up furrows and plant a very large plot. It was quite the setup, with a nice deer proof fence and all.

The city found it and cut off the valve and then set back and watched to see who came to help with the garden, knowing the Old Man wasn’t capable of doing it alone.

They caught Glenn red handed turning the valve back on. They threatened to put him in jail, but as far as I know nothing ever happened.

3 thoughts on “Old Man Cardwell

  1. Sounds like quite the character. The headstone picture was very apt.
    I wonder if a walk through a local cemetery or two wouldn’t yield an abundance of like stories.

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    1. Lee Odiorne’s Tombstone

      While this is the grave marker that is on his grave, there was another one that set on his front porch for years. He had commissioned the original one to be made with the epitaph as you see below.

      Sometime prior to his death his house caught fire. The roof of the porch came crashing down, breaking off the top left corner. It was made from limestone.

      Upon his death, his sister took the broken one to a monument maker in Llano and had it replicated. The old one was left leaning against a fence, and it being made from limestone, a horse gnawed off part of the top portion.

      It is believed the original one still resides at the monument business in Llano.

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