I had been working as a volunteer “special deputy” sheriff since turning 21
in March. I was a student at Ohio Wesleyan and worked as a dispatcher
and jailor. I would also ride along with the road deputies, mostly at night,
as a backup and help keep them awake. You get to know a person fairly
well wandering the roads, hills and “hollers” with a cop, after midnight, in a
patrol car. I too was a cop with a gun and a badge but didn’t really
consider myself a “real” cop. I was just 21 and a college kid.
It was Xmas eve in 1963 and I had volunteered to do both the midnight
and morning shift as dispatcher and jailor so the guys with kids and
families could go about their holiday. I’m sure there was at least one road
deputy on call…we were hoping for a slow night and it was. I had a
couple of radios to monitor, telephones to answer and one prisoner in the
jail and not much of a prisoner at that.
Archie Quinton Knight was the only “guest” that night. I say guest
because I don’t think he was an actual prisoner. More of a hobo from
either Kentucky or Tennessee. This was, I think, his third Xmas in the
Warren Co. Jail. His first two years were earned as he would get drunk
somewhere or break a window somewhere to get noticed. It always got
him “three hots and a cot” in the cold Ohio winter. Finally the Sheriff and
Judge somehow decided the justice would be best served if Archie would
simply show up at the jail for a stay without passing through a court and
without getting drunk and breaking windows. This is what today we call
“win-win”.
By that time Archie had become a “trusty” and would do chores around
the building, run some errands and make coffee. His cell wasn’t locked. If
we locked him out he would just start getting drunk and breaking windows
so as to get himself locked back “in”. A persistent little cuss.
It was about 0400 and all through the jail the radios were hissing and the
telephones weren’t ringing. Altogether an excellent Xmas morning in the
Warren Co. Jail. I heard Xmas carols with a guitar accompanying. I went
back to the cells and invited Archie to join me for Xmas morning coffee.
That turned into a regular thing and that is how I learned to play the guitar.
Jim Sheets