What motivated this? The federal government chose to award
land grants to veterans of the War of 1812 and needed appropriate descriptions
for the allocations. In fact, I write this from a farm that was part of a grant
awarded by President James Monroe to one Grady Thomas, formerly a private in
Jones’s Company of the 24th Regiment of Infantry.
Most veterans sold their grants to settlers moving west.
There is no record that Grady Thomas ever emigrated to what is now the State of
Arkansas.
But I digress. Let us just say that the surveying was an arduous
undertaking, one commemorated to this day by a state park. When I started work,
the survey information, along with more modern data, chief of which were topographic
elevations, were available on individual sheets that we simply called “topo
maps.”
These sheets only covered 60 square miles or so. To use
them, the process involved getting into a car, driving to Roosevelt Road in
Little Rock, purchasing the map(s) from the United States Geologic Survey) bringing
them back, and usually trimming and taping several together. If you were close
friends with a photographer, as I was, you could draw a very thin line on the
original and have the map enlarged so that the line was a specific length that
would produce a traceable result at a workable scale, sort of.
Later, this would all involve a dozen or so keyboard strikes.
Information is key to making good decisions for future generations.
Pity the society that ever eschews information. It would be like choosing not
to breath oxygen. Accordingly, we struggled with topo maps and census tables,
often leaving the office at the end of the day with strained eyes and a throbbing
head. In the process, we would slowly develop what we hoped would be a logical
course of action for our clients.
Sometimes we were more successful than at others, the chief
obstacles to success being politics, lack of resources, and the dreaded “Law of
Unintended Consequences.”
What’s that? Oh, it is like when the government spends a
fortune on a major traffic artery with which to move goods and services and
then allows it to be clogged with adjoining commercial enterprises to the point
where traffic no longer can move along the artery and another must be built farther
out, often with the same results. One major American city had gotten up to
eight rings, I think it was, before the whole system toppled over like a Delta
thunderhead on a summer afternoon.
Evenings after struggling all day with facts, figures, and
maps, it was nice to return to my simple apartment and enjoy the benefits of
having a friend like Jackie, from over on Riverside Drive where they didn’t worry
a lot about the future.
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