Along with the courthouse, the county jail is the one
building in town that was generally meant to last. Its large
stone walls and iron bars made sure that those inside
couldn't get out, and those on the outside wouldn't want to
come in.

Not every crime was conveniently perpetrated in the
county seat, however. So what could a small town law
enforcement officer do when he had to arrest a person for
some nefarious act, but could not transport the accused
until the next day?

He'd rely on the calaboose to hold those who strayed from
the law. A calaboose is a free standing, one room concrete
block usually situated behind the town center (and in close
proximity to the sheriff's office). The word "calaboose"
stems from the Spanish word for "dungeon," calabozo, but
in the vernacular, they are referred to as the "hoosegow."  

Luckily for us, a few of these frontier-justice relics remain.
I've made it one of my missions to photograph every
calaboose I come across. And although the name implies a
rather sinister structure, I've yet to encounter iron spikes
or thumb screws. Instead, all calabooses (or calabice?) are
concrete block houses, with a door and a small window,
which would house a thief, cattle rustler, or drunk for a
night. In fact, the word "drunk tank" immediately comes to
mind!
The most well-known (and well-kept)
calaboose is the one in downtown
Grapevine. Once the overnight home to
associates of the Barrow Gang, the
structure was moved from behind the
square to Main Street once Grapevine
became a tourist destination.
Come on in, my pretty....!

If you have any photos of a
calaboose, or know where one is
so I can photograph it, please
send the info my way!

robin@redriverhistorian.com
My favorite calaboose by far sits a block off of OK 34 in
Leedey. This well preserved jail looks like it's still in use,
too...
... because it has the facilities to keep over-night guests!
The calaboose in Kemp, Texas, has some
interesting history hiding behind its brick walls.
The first time Bonnie Parker accompanied Clyde
Barrow on a robbery, she, Clyde, and
accomplice Ralph Fults found themselves in a
shoot-out from which only Clyde escaped.
Captured by local police and townsmen, Bonnie
and Ralph, who was injured, were locked up in
the Kemp calaboose until they could be
transported to Kaufman, the county seat, in the
morning. Most citizens of the town peered into
the calaboose to get a good look at the two
bandits, who were rumored to be Pretty Boy
Floyd and his moll (since no one had heard of
the Barrow Gang at that time yet). Eyewitnesses
recall Bonnie hissing at their prying eyes and
yelling out for a doctor for poor Ralph. This was
the only time Bonnie Parker ever spent in jail.
The Frisco, TX calaboose sits in an overgown lot and is used
mostly as a tool storage shed.
Room For One
Donna Walters sent me this great picture of a calaboose in Keota, Oklahoma (Haskell County, in the Sans Bois
Mountains). Thank you so much for sharing your photo, Donna!

Her message reads:

Hello Robin,

Just wanted to share a really cool calaboose with you which is in Keota, Haskell County, Oklahoma.
I had a few relatives who spent a lot of nights in this jail after having a few "choc" beers or white lightning
made in the hills of the San Bois, Oklahoma mountain ranges.

I am including a photo which is fairly good. The jail is unkempt and the town of Keota doesn't seem
concerned with saving this historical building so maybe it can go online and will be remembered
through photos. The last time I saw the jail it was overgrown with weeds and trees were beginning to
grow up through it and around it. This jail house is next to the Mill off of Hwy 9 which goes through the
center of Keota, OK.

If you need any more information on the jail let me know. I have a couple of family stories about the jail and especially one
from an old timer Great Uncle of mine who slept in it quite often.
The now-defunct city jail in Boswell, Oklahoma had two cells and four bunks to make one's stay as pleasant as
possible. Or not. The jail was in use from 1905 until the 1960s. Diane Tellez alerted me to this calaboose - thanks,
Diane!
Often, calabooses sit in ghost towns, like this one in
Odell, Texas. The jail lies in the middle of a field.
Inside the Odell calaboose, the frame of an iron bed
tells the story of utter boredom endured by those who
were guests in this dubious hotel.
In Chillicothe, Texas, a calaboose sits facing
an alley way. Beyond the alley used to sit a
bank, but all that's left of that is the vault.
By most standards, Chillicothe is a small town, but it has always
been a center for trade in the far western reaches of North Texas.
That explains why its calaboose had several jail cells - it must
have held a number of visitors.
The calaboose in Pilot Point, Texas sports adobe and a heavy iron
door. It's also right next to the downtown water tower.