
History of Robertson Trading Post


Original Premises 1953, ½ mile from
current location
Our occupation
goes back for years beyond the beginning of business by Fred and Carmack
Robertson in 1952, and the construction of the original Trading Post on South
Church Street in the wake of the 1953 Tornado that pretty well demolished the
north side of our little town. To take an arbitrary point of beginning, the War
Between the States. A few of our ancestors had moderate amounts of acreage, but
most had just patches and homesteads in the hill country. None of ours made it
to owning bottomland back then. Mostly fiercely independent homesteaders, then,
but with loyalty to different ones of the more powerful landowners. One set,
Lewises and Garners, were from
Northeastern McNairy County,
Tennessee, and they were
Unionists. Moonshining was common among them until their Scottish faith made the
transition from Presbyterian loyalty to loyalty to the Church of Christ.
Another set, Cherrys, Robertsons, and
Austins, were Confederates. Moonshining was common among
them as well, in addition to other forms of defiance of an urbanizing United States, until Methodist
Holiness culture became envigorated with the Fires of Pentecost. The classic
rural Southern dichotomy, then, either straight-laced tee-totalers or hell
raising hard drinkers, remained visible until the 1980s. By World War One, our
immediate ancestors, one generation back of our little business’s founders’
generation, proudly shed their gray uniform preferences and wore the Brown of
the Doughboys and the Blue of the U.S. Navy.
In the 1920s, with a brief infusion of capital into rural
West Tennessee and Memphis,
the previous generation tried their already experienced bartering skills at
commercial mule and horse trading, and even restaurants. Our founders’ father,
Luther Robertson, had tried his hand working and living in Memphis, but continued cooking ‘shine in the
woods until his violent death in a conflict with a competitor ‘shiner in 1926.
An abundance of cars in Memphis
proved easy pickings for one of our founders, and he began going the wrong way
on that count.
The famous 1930s gangsters were just the top of
the surface. With an extremely violent and untamed rural environment, it
was easy for almost any of these young men to choose a life of crime. Our late
Proprietor Emeritus did just that in the 1930s, and served time in Parchman,
Mississippi, at the Tennessee State Prison in
Nashville, and the Eastham Unit of the
Huntsville,
Texas, prison. While one of our
founders served honorably in the Signal Corps during World War II, the other one
was incarcerated in Texas.
We have an 80 page autobiography by our later Proprietor Emeritus with details
on these years.
With massive amounts of prayer and political maneuvering by Pentecostal
Saints and Ministers, Fred Robertson was released from Eastham in 1944, and
received Governors’ pardons from all three States – Mississippi, Tennessee, and Texas. With both brothers married and raising
families, they alternated working in Illinois and Indiana and running what they called
Robertson Brothers Trading Post, housed in the little building on South
Church
beginning in 1953. There was a sufficient amount of capital that folk had
spending money and antiques to sell, more people were aware of and interested in
collectability of antiques, coins, and even antique guns by the time our
founders got the business in operation. In 1957, one of the brothers was
involved in a homicide, with strong elements of what some might call aggravated
circumstances in the legal field, or Honor Culture in anthropology. There were
two separate operations after that, one in Corinth, Mississippi
from 1958 until 1968, and the other in our original premises that continued in
operation until the early 1990s.

1959 Inventory Sample
During the 1950s and 1960s, there were plenty of surplus military
firearms to trade on. Government 1911s went for $15 to $25 apiece. At the same
time, the Marshall-Plan restored industries in Germany were cranking out cheap
handguns that went for $10 - $12 apiece. All this in addition to the genuine
antiques that could be found in the rural areas, and that would sell for
premiums at shows our founder attended with the likes of Vince Shiel, founder of
Dayton Gun Headquarters, ancestor company to Jerry’s Sports Center and AcuSport;
Mr. George Hoferkamp of Louisville, Kentucky; and Mr. Turner Kirkland, founder
of Dixie Gun Works. Perhaps the most important association during those years
was with Mr. Saul and Mrs. Lois Eig, founders of Eig Cutlery in
Miami, later F.I.E. Corporation, immediate corporate
ancestor to European American Armory. There
is a discernible shift in 1959 in our advertisements from antiques to straight
firearms sales. That exact period saw a drastic increase in white and black
civilians arming themselves in Mississippi and also the
election of Governor Ross Barnett, whose ambition appeared to be, at one
important level, to turn the State of
Mississippi
into a rogue nuclear state. That happened also to be the same year that our
Proprietor Emeritus experienced surrender and salvation, and was baptized by
Rev. A.D. Gurley, the very minister who had been so instrumental in procuring
the three gubernatorial pardons for him. It has been demonstrated by
professional historians that Southern Evangelical white leaders and lay people
prevented folk who were most vulnerable to incitement to violence from becoming
violent people. A. D. Gurley and most of his Pentecostal colleagues in the South
directly confronted the Ku Klux Klan and the White Citizens Councils in their
communities and from the pulpits. We can never stress how important this was in
maintaining a sane and responsible set of gun dealers before there was a Federal
Gun Control Act. And no example we know of supports this more than the life of
our recently deceased Proprietor Emeritus, Fred Robertson.
By the end of 1968, the Gun Control Act was law. Carmack Robertson was
simply not a record keeper of any note, and that lack of skill put the Church
Street Trading Post out of the Gun Business, By May of 1969, we had completed
the new building on Front Street, and the BATF gave Carmack Robertson a choice
of having his firearms seized by the federal government, or transferring them
all to Fred Robertson. Ironically, Fred Robertson’s meticulous attention to
record keeping, and those skills he applied to firearm records began in the
Texas State Prison, as he details in his autobiography. We have a few records
from 1958, and fairly comprehensive records, such as they are, from 1960 on. We
have on many occasions assisted law enforcement in traces and criminal
prosecutions with transactions completed before the 1968 Gun Control Act was
law. We are always willing and ready to assist law enforcement, especially the
Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives, in their work of assisting
gun crime prosecution and generally in keeping bad people from getting guns.
By 1975, Fred Robertson turned more attention to his farm in Finger, Tennessee, back in Northeast McNairy
County, ancestral home
area to his wife. The elder son, Wayne Robertson, ran the business from 1975
until 1985, when he enrolled in the Humphreys School of Law at the University of Memphis. A considerable amount of credit
during those years goes to our Aunt Lorene Lewis Latham, one of two women in our
family who serviced in the Women’s Army Corps honorably during World War II.
Wayne Robertson was the first in our extended family to practice law, which he
did until his untimely death in 1995. We still recall Aunt Lorene holding forth
in her lectures to us about the proper ways to enter firearms in our record
books, ways to avoid slop, and the correct way to style an invoice and label a
package so that (1) it won’t get stolen, and (2) it complies with the law and
with carrier regulations.
Our present proprietor has run this business since late 1984. The Good
Lord has helped us preserve the business through the deaths of three of its
principals, through three divorces, and through three 4-alarm fires of
neighboring buildings on Front Street. Our present proprietor is glad to be
alive, glad to be happily unmarried, and happy that we have fire-resistant
buildings on Front Street now. We are grateful to the men and women of the
Henderson Police Department, Chester County Sheriff’s Department, and Henderson
Fire Department for their vigilance and tireless service to us and our fellow
citizens.
A word of thanks and commendation is in order to Jason Henry who managed
our store well from 1993 until his departure in 2006. Jason continues to serve
us and our fellow West Tennesseans as,
appropriately, a burglar and fire alarm technician.
At present, we have the best staff we’ve ever had at one
time.
Our store manager,
Andy Sullivan, comes to us from
Massachusetts
with a background in the firearms and auto industries. His honorable service in
the United States Marine Corps helped form him into the fine person he is today.
Mary Jones, our Comptroller, comes to us from three decades of service
with the Social Security Administration. Mary is the widow of one of our best
loved customers. We still love Leonard, and he was responsible for helping Mary
learn to enjoy the pleasantries of Rural Tennessee life in addition to her
appreciation for her native Florida.
Ben Giselbach, our Director of Advertising, is in his Junior Year as business
major at our local University, Freed-Hardeman. Ben is a Church of Christ Youth
Minister and has boundless energy, excellent
character, and unlimited potential on our view in many areas.
We are grateful for our clientele. We have long recognized that gun
people – people who use, enjoy, and collect guns – are on the whole as credible
a group of people as you will find anywhere in the world. The same is true with
coin people. Sadly, we cannot extend that compliment to jewelers.
We are grateful to have honorable and credible competitors. We still
grieve the loss of Mr. Marcus “Wink” Winberry of
Jackson,
Tennessee, and
Mr. Don Harville of Corinth,
Misssissippi, proprietors of Wink’s Old Time Sporting Goods and Don’s Pawn Shop,
respectively. We believe they were the best two among all of us, some 150
dealers in Northeast Mississippi and Southwest Tennessee, and they both were
tragically killed in the line of duty – just waiting on customers and going
about their business, by the scourge of our nation, young gang members, in
Spring of 1996, each of them less than a month apart. These two deaths are the
reason that all of us stay armed at all times on our premises. If the best two
among us can be killed with impunity, those of us who are of lesser stature than
Don and Wink have to be especially careful.
We lament the loss of many of our good old country traders and colleagues
over the past few decades. Mr. Dewey Barnes, Mr. Robert and Mrs. Elizabeth
Carter, and Mr. Dave Lloyd, all of
Corinth,
Mississippi, who were all so
profoundly and positively influential upon our present proprietor. Mr. Raymond
and Mrs. Lorraine Davis, who helped raise us from infants and taught us the
virtues of good citizenship. Mr. Buddy Matthews of Sadie Lou Sport Shop, the
only storekeeper we know where the burglars called the police under attack from
the shop owner who apprehended them on the scene. Mr. Joe Thurman, Mr. Harry
Keeton, and Mr. Joe Gallien, all from Middle Tennessee who taught us the art of
trading, sometimes at considerable expense to us. Mr. Ross Parker of Lexington,
Tennessee, who taught us about knives and people when we
were too young and dumb to be very teachable. Mr. Hugh Witherspoon, who told me
once when he got the best of me on a knife trade, “son, you’ll outgrow it.” Mr.
Henderson Lott, Mr. Monroe Connor, and all the old traders around the Court
House in Henderson and Corinth. Mr. Finley Gillham and Mr. Tom Cook
from Clifton, Tennessee, who could beat you a little on a
trade but still make you like it, and like them, despite them being die-hard
yellow dog Democrats. Mr. C.B. Keathley and Mr. Ralph Keathley of Dyer, Tennessee, who taught us
on the fine points of old Winchesters. Mr. Jim Clements of Savannah, Tennessee,
who taught us the potential of the .32 Caliber Revolver long before anyone
conceived of a .32 H&R Magnum or a .327.
We are indebted to Mr. Grant Dunaway of
Bemis,
Tennessee, long time metal worker
and expert rifleman, who taught us, among many other things, the fine points of
accuracy and the importance of cleaning a rifle. Mr. James Hollis Glover of Baldwyn,
Mississippi, who taught us to strike when the iron is
hot on a good buy and to stay calm and keep our sense of humor. Mr. Bud Grissom
of the Mississippi Tax Commission who would line us out and make us like it.
Judge Howard Bailey from Jacks Creek,
Tennessee, who helped keep us straight when we were
young. Mr. John Sloan of the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation who taught us
years ago that regulatory people have a sense of humor. Sheriff Buford Pusser
for doing business with us on so many occasions, and for warning us about the
State Line criminal element in the 1960s.

Our Proprietor Emeritus, Fred Robertson
We lost our proprietor Emeritus, Fred Robertson, on June 16, 2009. He was 98 years old, still sharp to the
last. More than anyone else, he modeled fairness and honesty for us. He taught
us early on, among other things, what a fine bunch of people we get to deal
with. He taught us to avoid junk. “Junk is junk, son,” he told me once, “I don’t
care if it’s a Cadillac, it’s still junk when it’s worn out.” And that how fast
something sells, how much it is in demand, is just as crucial as its value. If
you trade something of yours that’s worth $200.00, and your $200 item is
something that 50 people out of 100 who shop with you would buy, and you trade
even for something that’s worth $250, but out of 100 people who come through the
door, only 1 or 2 of them even know what it is, you’ve made a bad trade. He
taught us that you had better not take advantage of a widow woman. He lived and
breathed the King James Old Testament. Some of his interpretations were skewed
on our thinking, but not many.
Most important, Fred Robertson very naturally taught us that nobody owes
us anything. We are not entitled to anything. He knew that, of course, from his
own life. He was only here, out here free, trading on firearms of all things,
because, as one of our Roman Catholic teachers once said, we serve a Jewish God
who has a sense of humor. First and foremost, what we owe our customers is
truthfulness. The customer, by the way, isn’t always right. He taught us that,
too. We are not salesmen. We are buyers and traders. The merchandise sells
itself. It is what it is, and we do our level best to let buyers and consumers
know precisely what they are getting. And we do our best to let them know
exactly what is going on with their orders and purchases. I always tell
employees, “these people may not know us. We have their money. We owe them to
let them know what is going on.”
With all the positive influences, we are thankful to the Good Lord that
He has helped us keep a lid on negative tendencies and vices. There is a
cumulative effect where the Lord has used Pentecostal and
Church
of Christ Preachers on the
one hand, and law enforcement on the other hand, to put the Fear of God into us.
With the blessings that all the influential customers, colleagues, and
regulatory people have been to us, we feel grateful and honored to be in this
business, and we have only named a few who’ve helped us in the past. While we
don’t hit the ground running as much as we probably ought to with our religious
beliefs, we believe this is important when people consider doing business with
us: We believe that there really is a Hell, and we don’t want to go there.
Especially over a gun or coin deal.
John Robertson
July 4, 2009
john@robertsontradingpost.com
Robertson Trading Post
© 2010