Pat Ware was elected Constable of Precinct 1 in 1884 and he was also a special Texas Ranger. Pat Ware was elected Sheriff of Cooke County 9 times, in 1886, 1888, 1890, 1892, 1894, 1902, 1904, 1906, and 1908. George Womack served from 1896-1902. Pat Ware moved from Woodbine to Gainesville in 1884.
In 1887-1888, Pat resided at 123 Blanton between Dye and Chestnut and ten years later, in 1895-1896, he resided at 539 N. Weaver. In 1924, Pat and Matilda resided at 629 N. Weaver. Pat engaged in the real estate business with George M. Grice {possibly, George N. Rice}(office at 16 1/2 S. Dixon) and George Pat Ware, the insurance business (H.P.Ware and Co.), and was the chairman of the Cooke County Exemption Board during WWII.
Pat Ware was killed by the Katy train at California Street, Gainesville on 1 December 1928. His Ford Coupe was dragged about 100 feet and was rolled numerous times, killing him instantly. He was buried on 3 December 1928 in one of the longest funeral processions ever seen. Some records state middle name as Patrick, some as Patterson.
“A Brief History of Early Days in North Texas and the Indian Territory”
As Told By: Joe T. Roff
{This has also been published in some sources with an erroneous author as “Second Interview with John. T. Barr* of Stecker in 1938.”}
I moved to the Chickasaw Nation, Indian Territory, in 1871, fifty-five years ago [ should be 1883?]. When I came to the Territory there were but few white settlers here. The land embraced in what were called the Choctaw and Chickasaw Nations by treaty with the Indians had been ceded to them in consideration of the relinquishment of lands in Mississippi, Alabama, and Tennessee.
At the time of the removal of the tribes known as the Five Civilized Tribes to the Indian Territory, the country was intended as a permanent abiding place of such tribes, where, as self governing communities, the Five Civilized Tribes should be free from any interference or encroachment of the whites, but as the years passed and the population of the states contiguous to the Indian Territories increased, the whites overflowed into the Territory where they improved and cultivated the land as tenants of the Indians.
Thus, finally, partly as a result of the short-sightedness of the Indians in admitting the whites into the country and partly as a result of the pressure of the dominant race, which had over-ridden them in their homes east of the Mississippi and whom they were again powerless to resist, this seclusion and isolation which the Indians sought by immigration was lost.
It is a matter of history now that their tribal laws and courts were finally abolished, the land once held by them in common was allotted to them in severalty, and the old Indian Territory and Oklahoma came into the Union as a state.
I only refer to these matters as a background for my description of life in the old Chickasaw Nation and the incidents I am about to describe, for those conditions grew out of the changes that time has wrought during the last fifty years.
At the time I came to the Chickasaw Nation, the country was only thinly settled and as I have already stated there were only a few white settlers here, many of them inter-married white men who had contracted marriages with women of Indian blood. The Indians, as a general thing, lived in small settlements but the few white settlers who were scattered here and there over the country seldom located in the Indian’s settlements.
Most of the Indians were averse to manual labor and as game was plentiful they managed to get along very well with their stock and small garden patches. A few of the mixed bloods were more enterprising and had farms but generally speaking there was little effort on the part of the Indians to put the land into cultivation. Originally no white people had any right to live in the Indian country and those who came in were really here on sufferance or by permission of the Indian authorities.
I am conducting research on my great-grandfather Tom Ford, who was sheriff of Cooke County from 1916 – 1920. I believe my grandfather Pat Ware Ford is named after your ancestor Henry Patrick Ware. My father was the oldest son of Pat Ware and Almeda Sutton Ford. My father’s youngest brother was named Pat Ware Ford, Jr. and everyone called him “Pete”.