July 28, 2013

Amanuensis Monday ~ The Stories That Should Be Told, Part 8

The following transcription is from a series of recordings my father made in the early 1990s:

There are just hundreds of little stories about this village back through the years.  This one must have happened back in the 1940s.
Uncle Tom Enright and some old fellow named Jim Scott were playing poker in Charlie's Nite Club
Uncle Tom and the old man had a couple of toddies.  Homer Rushing was the dealer.  Everybody who had played draw poker knew you got five cards.

Uncle Tom ended up with three pair.  That's six cards!  They said they had a hell of an argument.  Probably ended up splitting the pot.
Mary Allye Steele Edmonds
Thinking about Uncle Tom Enright and his wife, Mrs. Lilla.  One of their children, Joe Enright, told me the following story.
They were all playing bridge.  My mother used to go up there and play bridge with them.  They played every Sunday for years. 
Sometimes it would be Uncle Tom, Mrs. Lilla, my mother, and one of Uncle Tom's daughters, Mrs. Isabel Enright Foster
Another time it would be Uncle Tom, Miss Lilla, my mother, and old man Zeb York.  Old man Zeb York lived up around Peck.  They would play bridge on Sunday evenings way on into the night.  
Joe Enright lived up there with his mama and daddy.  When WWII started, they were up there playing bridge and Joe got the report on the radio about the Japanese bombing Pearl Harbor and sinking all the ships.  He went in there to the bridge game and told them, "Well, we're in a war.  The Japanese just bombed Pearl Harbor and sunk a lot of our ships."  Joe said they all stopped playing bridge and asked a question or two.  He heard, "I declare!" a few times.  In about a minute or two, Mr. York said, "Well, deal the cards, Tom."  They went on with their bridge game.  Ole Joe was mighty perplexed.  I guess they figured there wasn't anything they could do about the war so they went back to playing bridge.
It wasn't long after that Ole Joe found out about the war for himself.  Joe Enright ended up on Guadalcanal in the South Pacific.  There was some terrible fighting out there.  He came home safe and lived a good many more years.
Note:  Francis Joseph Enright was born on June 24, 1907 and passed from this life on October 1, 1976.  He enlisted in the military on May 19, 1942 and after serving his county in WWII was honorably discharged on October 25, 1944.

(Parts 1-7 of 'The Stories That Should Be Told' can be found in the Tags List on the right-hand side of the blog.)

Military Monday ~ Captain William Lego Ditto, Jr.


Captain William Lego Ditto, Jr.
Born on January 20, 1826
Died on December 11, 1909
Buried in Evergreen Cemetery
Jacksonville, Duval County, Florida

Enlistment Date:  September 1, 1861
Served as Captain in Company K, Louisiana 1st Cavalry
Confederate States of America


Captain William Lego Ditto, Jr. was born in Kentucky to the marriage of William Lego Ditto, Sr. and Martha Kirkland Smith.  

After moving to Louisiana he met and married Levinia Holstein on January 31, 1855 in Catahoula Parish.

Levinia was the daughter of David Gibson Holstein and Camilla Lightner.

Tombstone photographs are courtesy of FindAGrave member, Johnny.

July 27, 2013

Sports Center Saturday ~ 1963 Sicily Island Boys Basketball Team

Top photograph
Kneeling (LtoR):  ?, Joe Bondurant, Bill Stubbs, ?, Stewart Chisum
Standing (LtoR):  ?, John Dennis (Captain), Joe Peace (Co-Captain), Craig Brooks, Marvin (Brother) Nolen

Bottom photograph
(LtoR) Joe Peace (Co-Captain), Coach W. C. Speights, John Dennis (Captain)

Scores for Undefeated Season:
SI 56 - Central 42
SI 48 - Central 46
SI 65 - Enterprise 59
SI 47 - Harrisonburg 43
SI 56 - Jonesville 45
SI 45 - Newellton 40
SI 52 - Harrisonburg 51
SI 47 - St. Joseph 43
SI 46 - Vidalia 40
SI 56 - Jonesville 54
SI 56 - Newellton 51
SI 59 - Harrisonburg 54

Forty-nine years later....

John Dennis and Coach W. C. Speights - All Class Reunion 2012

July 22, 2013

Amanuensis Monday ~ The Stories That Should Be Told, Part 7

The following transcription is from a series of recordings my father made in the early 1990s:
Oliver Goldsmith Ballard.  Everybody called him Old Man Ballard.  Of course, I don't remember him.  He died before I was born.  I heard a lot about Mr. Ballard.  He had a lot of children.  The old Ballard house is still standing.  It is standing right in front of the Methodist Church.

Big Emmett Chisum was always a prankster and he pulled a couple of tricks on Old Man Ballard. 

On one occasion, Big Emmett dressed up like a woman, got on the train down at Foules.  Foules used to be named Copeland.  He went down there and caught the train dressed up like an old woman.  He had a suitcase loaded with brick bats that weighed about 150-200 pounds.  He got off the train at the depot in Sicily Island.  

Old Man Ballard used to have a little taxi service with buggies and wagons back in those days.  He'd meet the train and passengers and take the passengers different places.  Old Man Ballard met this "lady" when she got off the train and ran up to take her bag.

Big Emmett said that man had a struggle!  Old Man Ballard weighed about 150 pounds and he finally got that bag off the train and got it up in the buggy.  Big Emmett ran off before Old Man Ballard could discover who he was.

Another trick Big Emmett played ....he knew that Old Man Ballard was scared of storms and particularly scared of lightening.  Big Emmett said the old man used to sit out on the front porch of his house and sleep in the evenings.  

One day Big Emmett got him a piece of mirror.  You know how you can the reflect the sunlight in a mirror?  Make a spot with it?  I've done it when I was a kid.  Big Emmett got that and got him a big ole wash pan or tub with a stick.  He got it all set.

Old Man Ballard was sitting in that rocking chair asleep and Big Emmett hit that wash pan.  Bang!  Just as the old man jarred and woke up, Big Emmett flashed that light in his eyes.  Old Man Ballard fell out of the rocking chair.  He thought the lightening had struck him!

I'd guess that happened about 1910 or earlier.  Big Emmett later courted Old Man Ballard's daughter, Miss Laura and married her a few years after.  Old Man Ballard became Big Emmett's father-in-law.  

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July 20, 2013

Sports Center Saturday ~ 1962 Tiger Football

Top Row (LtoR):  Mike Haley, Craig Brooks, Joe Peace
Middle Row (LtoR):  Kenneth Bird, Jerry Wells, Bill Stubbs
Bottom Row (LtoR):  Marvin Nolen, Bobby Ashley, Joe Gibson

July 17, 2013

Thriller Thursday ~ 1884 Flooding of Catahoula Parish

From the May 22, 1884 edition of the National Tribune in Washington, D.C.:

Courtesy of Chronicling America
Appeals for relief continue to pour in upon the Secretary of War and upon General J. Lloyd King from the residents of the flooded districts of North Louisiana.  Almost the entire congressional district represented by General King, an area larger than the entire State of New Jersey, is under water, and the condition of affairs there is most distressing.  A letter from Mrs. H. E. Bowman, postmistress at Wild Wood, Catahoula parish, says that the nearest dry land is thirty miles distant.
The 1884 flooding of Catahoula Parish was caused by the overflow of the Ohio River which in turn caused private levee failures on the lower Mississippi River.

July 16, 2013

Wednesday's Child ~ Lularwese Kennard

Lularwese Kennard
Daughter of 
A. S. Kennard and Annethea Sibley
Born on December 22, 1915
Died on June 1, 1921
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana

In Heaven there is one angel more

Record of Death (Month of death listed incorrectly as January)

July 14, 2013

Amanuensis Monday ~ The Stories That Should Be Told, Part 6

 The following transcription is from a series of recordings my father made back in the early 1990s:
Lovelace-Peck Home
I know a lot about the field hands and working on the plantation because when I was a boy, one year I was a water boy down on the Peck place to those who hoed the cotton.  Back in those days they just had hoes to get the grass out of the cotton.  It would be 100 to 120 degrees out there hoeing.  
The water boy had one of the toughest jobs of all trying to keep all the workers watered.  I had two great big ole five gallon buckets that had been cleaned out.  I'd go to the nearest pump and get water then pack it back out in the fields.  Sometimes it'd be a quarter of a mile.  I'd get there and the first 40 or 50 workers would drink that water and the back ones wouldn't get any.  
By the time I went back and got more, the first 40 or 50 workers were thirsty again.  Those in the back were complaining that they didn't get any water.  There were a couple of places down there where they had pumps and hydrants with electric motors pumping the water.  They wouldn't drink hydrant water.  I don't know how they could tell but they could tell.  They wanted you to hand pump it.  That was the toughest job I ever had.
Ferry Plantation-Peck Place
I loved being around the field hands.  I loved hearing them talk.  I'd go down to the commissary on the Peck place on Saturday to get my little pay.  I think I got 50 cents a day for being the water boy.  I'd get out there and play with all the colored boys and listen to the old ones talk.  
You could take 25 cents and just buy all kinds of things back then.  Lord, I'd have me a time!  It would take me all of Saturday to spend 50 cents.  Drinks were a nickel.  A bar of candy was a nickel.  A great big stage plank (gingerbread) was a nickel. 
Yeah, come Saturday, all that hard work, the hot fields, you forgot about all that.  Saturday was a great day.  That's when all the workers got paid.  Got out and had a little refreshments.  Enjoyed the weekend.  Not thinking about Monday morning and those hot fields and work.  
It was good times along with some rough times.
William S Peck, II, Estelle Woodward Peck, Charles Caston, Clara Lucille Steele Ogden

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Military Monday ~ Grady Luke Bird

Grady Luke Bird
Son of
Eldred Levi "Lee" Holloway Bird and Emma Frances Hennington
Born on January 21, 1897
Died on February 3, 1922
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana

United States Navy Reserve
Boatswain Mate, 2nd Class
Enlisted on March 13, 1918 in Mississippi

Sunday's Obituary ~ Lewis C. Spencer

From the January 15, 1887 edition of the Ouachita Telegraph:

Courtesy of Chronicling America

Death of Mr. Lewis C. Spencer
Mr. Lewis C. Spencer, a venerable and influential citizen of Catahoula parish, La., died last Monday at his residence on Little River, about 9 miles above Troyville.  Mr. Spencer was a gentleman of the old school and the possessor of many sterling qualities which endeared him to legions of friends in Louisiana and Mississippi.  His influence as a useful and intelligent citizen was widely felt in Catahoula, and his death creates a deep void in circles where he was venerated and love.--Natchez Banner.
Mr. Spencer was a brother of the late Judge Spencer and an uncle of Mrs. C. J. and J. S. Boatner of this city.
Lewis Cass Spencer was born in Catahoula Parish in 1832 to the marriage of George S. Spencer and Nancy Stone.  He married Priscilla A. Elam ca. 1852 and was the father of Nancy Elizabeth and George Elam Spencer.

July 13, 2013

Tracing a Bygone Race in Catahoula Parish

Transcribed from the July 6, 1896 edition of The Sun, New York:
Prof. Beyer's explorations in the Louisiana Mounds
Evidence of the Existence of a Prehistoric Race-They Were Big Men.  The Skeletons Measuring More Than Six Feet, but Apparently Not Warlike-The Larto Mounds-Excavations Not Complete.
New Orleans, July 29.--Prof. George Beyer, curator of the Tulane Museum and Professor of Natural History in that institution has returned from his investigation of the Indian mounds of Catahoula, which he has been conducting under the joint auspices of the university and the Louisiana Historical Society.  The excavations, as far as they have gone, have been eminently successful.  Prof. Beyer secured a large number of valuable archaeological specimens for the museum, and brought out some interesting facts about the Louisiana aborigines; but the work is by no means complete, and Prof. Beyer will soon go back to Catahoula to continue his explorations, which, it is hoped, will solve some of the important points concerning the mound builders not heretofore known.
The mounds explored are four in number, recently discovered in Lake Larto, in the swamp country of Catahoula.  The mounds were thoroughly examined, but not content with this, Prof. Beyer explored the surrounding country and discovered scores of mounds throughout the swamp region of Catahoula and neighboring parishes.  The town of Troyville is built over a score of these mounds, and a large number of the houses in that section are erected on mounds which render them safe against overflow.  The mounds are not high, like those in Ohio and the central Western States, and the reason why but little has been hitherto known concerning them is because the people living in the swamps were not aware that they were erected by human hands, but believed them to be natural high places in the swamp created by drift, etc.  The Lake Larto mounds, perfect circles with connecting causeways between them, were so clearly artificial as to attract the notice of the people living in the neighborhood.  The other mounds are more irregular in outline, or more hidden away in the swamps, and little or nothing has hitherto been known of them.  They are larger than the Larto mounds, and may disclose more important relics.
The mounds excavated have yielded a number of skeletons, crockery, arrow heads, mortars and drills.  They show that the mound builders were of kindred origin to the Indians, but that they lived and died in the Louisiana swamps in pre-Columbian times.  The early French and Spanish settlers found no people living in these swamps, which before the days of houses extended from the Sicily (Island) Hills to those east of the Yazoo Valley, including a region of 10,000 to 12,000 square miles.  The mounds were evidently erected as a protection against the high water of the Mississippi, which converted this vast region into a lake in olden times, and, in old days, must have appeared to be islands.When not a lake, the country was a swamp, which an enemy would have found it difficult to penetrate.  The mound dwellers were large in size, many of the skeletons being over six feet high, and were evidently a powerful race, for the number of arrow heads and tomahawks show them to have been ill supplied with arms.  The arrow heads, of a peculiar white flint, came from some far distant place, probably from western Texas or New Mexico.  All the indications are that these people were a semi-civilized tribe, more advanced than the Indian tribes of the eastern United States.  They had moved east from Mexico, and had finally been forced to seek refuge in the Louisiana swamps from the more savage and warlike Indians around them.
The construction of the Larto mounds recalls the city of Mexico as Cortez saw it.  They were once probably in the lake--they are now upon its very border, and it has sensibly shrunk in area within historical times--and were connected with each other by means of causeways, as at Mexico.  What style of habitation was built on them it is impossible to say, for there are no relics save of ashes.  The life of the people is easily told from their utensils.  They were fishermen, rather than hunters, and used nets to catch their fish.  They must have lived on these islands for centuries, for the soil and layers of ashes and fish bones prove this.  When they died or how they died is not known; nor was there any tradition among the Indians concerning the swampers when the French came to Louisiana two centuries ago.
Whether the further explorations to be made will reveal the identity and story of these aborigines remains to be seen.  It will only then be possible to determine whether these swamp dwellers were the original inhabitants of the country, driven out by the Indians, or whether they came in later.  What light these excavations will shed on archaeology and aboriginal history remains yet to be seen.

Courtesy of Chronicling America
Additional information on the Troyville mounds can be found at Catahoula Parish History website.

Sports Center Saturday ~ 1963 Sicily Island Girls Basketball Team

July 10, 2013

Thriller Thursday ~ The Last Chapter of the Jones-Liddell Feud

From the March 10, 1870 edition of the Anderson Intelligencer, Anderson, South Carolina:

Courtesy of Chronicling America


The Last Chapter
The culminating crime of a series took place in the northeastern part of Louisiana, on the 15th instant.  Twenty years ago a lady of Natchez, sojourning at General St. John Liddell's house, in Catahoula Parish, took offense at some personal remark attributed to a neighbor, Colonel Jones.  Liddell went with his guest to the house of Jones to demand an explanation, and then and there the lady drew a pistol and shot Jones in the face and body.  Jones, long recovering from these severe wounds, considered Liddell responsible for bringing the gun-powder woman to his gate.  Any number of assaults and duels were threatened, and plenty of fight between Jones and Liddell resulted.  Their mansions became fortresses, their plantations military posts; they went about armed to the teeth, and the feud shook the county with alarms.  On one occasion a shooting party was to have been made up to utterly wipe out Liddell's friends, but the leader of the party, while on the war path collecting recruits, riding past the Liddell plantation, was shot dead in his gig.  Men with such stomachs for a fray found favor in the Confederacy, and General Liddell, having learned experience in private fortification, commanded the desperate defense of a fort near Mobile.  When the larger war was finished, the neighborly strife began again, and a certain John Dixon, Jr., somehow involved in it, was not long ago killed in a club-room.  The latest murder of the series took place on the steam boat St. Mary's, on the Black river.  General St. John Liddell, having come on board from his own plantation, was eating dinner when the boat passed the Jones' location.  There Col. Charles Jones and his two sons came on board, and, as the Captain of the St. Mary's neatly phrases it, "did the killing."  It only remains that Colonel Jones and his sons should be hung.  The conditions of society which encouraged the vendetta have departed, and, when all who engage in it are also gone, the rest of the world will experience relief.

July 9, 2013

Wednesday's Child ~ James W. Johnson

James W. Johnson
Son of B. E. and A. Johnson
Born on October 10, 1838
Died on August 15, 1840
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana

July 8, 2013

Talented Tuesday ~ Mary Lillian Robinson Enright

This portrait of my sister was painted by the talented Mary Lillian Robinson Enright.  

Mary Lillian Robinson was born in Franklin Parish, Louisiana ca. 1915 to the marriage of Fred Louis and Kate Robinson.  By 1940, she was living in Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish and married to Sicily Island resident, Claude Martin Enright, son of Claude Ledreau Enright and Vivian Martin.

Mary and Martin were the parents of one son, Dr. Frederick Martin Enright.

Mary Lillian Robinson Enright passed from this life on February 19, 1978.  She is buried in Roselawn Memorial Park in Baton Rouge, East Baton Rouge Parish, Louisiana.

Courtesy of Mary Agnes Hammett at FindAGrave.com

July 7, 2013

Amanuensis Monday ~ The Stories That Should Be Told, Part 5

The following transcription is from a series of recordings my father made back in the early 1990s:
Brother Woodward, a Methodist preacher, came to Sicily Island and preached at the Methodist Church in town.  After he retired from preaching, he made his home in Sicily Island.  One of his daughters, the oldest one, Miss Estelle, married Mr. W. S. Peck.  Bro. Woodward had two more daughters, Mrs. Myrtis Wyly who lived up at Lake Providence and Miss Willie who never married.  Miss Willie lived there with her daddy until he died.  Afterwards, she moved down to the lake and stayed with Miss Estelle following Mr. Peck's death.

I always like to go back and tell this story.  It just stands out in my memory.  This one dates back to the mid-1930s.  Bro. Woodward had been retired for years when this story occurred. 

As kids we would go to Sunday School up at the Methodist Church.  Bro. Woodward would always go to church and he always went to Sunday School.  

A bunch of us kids would be sitting there early in the morning before Sunday School.  Bro. Woodward would come in.  He was a great big ole man.  He was over six feet tall, weighed about 240 pounds, and was bald headed.  

He'd come in and pass by us sitting there on those benches, in the pews.  He'd speak to all the little girls.  "How are you, sissy?"  He'd reach over and take his hand and mess up all the little boys' hair and say, "How are you, sonny?"  Like I say, he was a big ole man, talked kind of loud, too.  I don't know about the others but I was about half afraid him.

One Saturday morning I was standing on the street in front of Uncle Wes' old store, next to the old Whatley store that was later the Wynn's store.  As I was standing there, I looked up and there came Bro. Woodward walking from his house there in town.  He was walking down the edge of the street and he kind of cut over, coming towards me.  I knew what he was going to do and I just froze.  

There was a bunch of old colored men sitting on the benches out in front of Whatley's store right next to where I was standing.  Bro. Woodward walked by, messed up my hair and said, "How are you, sonny boy?"  

He then turned around to walk into Whatley's store and saw those old colored men.  He said, "Good morning!" and the old colored men all replied, "Yes sir, Bro. Woodward, sho is, sho is."  As Bro. Woodward was backing up towards the entry to Whatley's he said, "Yes, yes, just a beautiful morning."  

He didn't see the old dog laying there asleep right in the doorway.  He stepped on that dog and that old dog let out a terrible yelp.  I'll never forget that.  That old man jumped straight up in the air and yelled, "You bastard, I'll stomp your brains out!"  Scared the hell out of me and the old colored men. 

We'll just say he lost his religion there for a few seconds. 
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Military Monday ~ Sidney J. Egloff

Sidney J. Egloff
Son of John Evy and Mary Eve Marie Belanger Egloff
Born on July 7, 1895
Died on July 18, 1954
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana

World War I
Private First Class
Company C, 53rd Machine Gun Battalion
Enlisted on May 12, 1917
Honorably Discharged on February 2, 1919

Who was Henry E. Archer?

Date of Death:  20 May 1927
Place of Death:  Ward 5, Harrisonburg, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana
Marital Status:  Widowed
Age at Death:  60 years
Occupation:  Engineer
Former or Usual Residence:  Monroe
Birthplace:  Louisiana
Informant's Name:  Captain L. H. Swayze

Who was Joe D. Boothe?

Date of Death:  9 May 1929
Place of Death:  Ward 5, Harrisonburg, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana
Marital Status:  Widowed
Age at Death:  68 years, 1 month, 20 days
Occupation:  Farmer
Birthplace:  Catahoula Parish
Father:  William Boothe
Father's Birthplace:  Mississippi
Mother:  Clara Ballard
Mother's Birthplace:  Mississippi
Informant's Name:  Cecil Boothe
Attending Physician:  P. W. Calliham

Who was John G. Blair?

Date of Death:  21 Jul 1930
Marital Status:  Widower
Age at Death:  70 years, 12 days
Birthplace:  Alabama
Father:  Robert Blair
Father's Birthplace:  Georgia
Mother:  Luly Riles
Informant's Name:  Otis Blair
Attending Physician:  Charles J. Gordon

July 6, 2013

Sunday's Obituary ~ Thomas Washington Hanks

Ouachita Telegraph - June 25, 1887 - Courtesy of Chronicling America


Information was received in Trinity on Sunday last of the death of Mr. T. Wash Hanks, of Sicily Island.  This news cast a pall over this community, as in his death one of the staunchest citizens in this section has been removed from our midst.  He was about fifty-five years of age and his untimely taking off will be mourned by nearly every citizen of Catahoula.  He had led an exemplary life, and none who knew him only to love and respect him.---Trinity Herald
Thomas Washington Hanks was born in Georgia ca. 1830 to the marriage of John Hanks and Annie Rebecca Clark.  The Hanks family moved to Catahoula Parish, Louisiana in the early 1840s.

Thomas served as a Private in Company D, 3rd Louisiana Cavalry during the Civil War.  He was listed in the Prisoners of War roll and paroled on June 26, 1865 in Alexandria, Louisiana.

The location of Thomas Washington Hanks' burial is unknown at this time.

July 5, 2013

July 4, 2013

Family Recipe Friday ~ Apple Dumplings

From the kitchen of Harrisonburg resident, Eunice E. Heitman:

July 3, 2013

Thriller Thursday ~ Alligator Charmer

From the April 18, 1896 edition of The Evening Star in Washington, D.C.:

Courtesy of Chronicling America

"Alligators are supposed to be very fond of the colored race as food," said C. P. Beufort of Trinity, La., at the Normandie, "but there is a strange case in Catahoula parish, where I live.  A negro boy about twelve years old is an alligator charmer.  There are not many of the saurians left in Louisiana, what there are being found almost altogether in the Boueff, Little, Black and Ouachita rivers, that form a junction at the town of Trinity.  On Boueff river especially there are a number of alligators, although not nearly so many as there were a few weeks ago.  It is here that the negro, Jeff Phillips, has his cabin.  He feeds the 'gators, announcing his coming by playing on a mouth organ.  He claims to charm them with his music, but as I have never known them to be affected by music, I don't place much reliance in that theory.    But for several years Jeff has gone regularly to the river bank and fed the alligators.  In hot summer weather he will lay stretched out on a log, playing his mouth organ, while around him will be half a dozen alligators, two or three of them large ones, sunning themselves upon the same log, and paying no attention to Jeff.  The alligator tamer is looked upon with superstitious awe by those of his race, and is usually avoided, some of the people claiming that he is possessed of a devil in the form of an alligator."

July 2, 2013

Wednesday's Child ~ Arthur Hutchinson

Arthur Hutchinson
son of 
H. A.  and Bessie Pierce Hutchinson
Born on October 10, 1927
Died on June 11, 1929
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana

Our Darling

July 1, 2013

Tombstone Tuesday ~ John L. Dobson

John L. Dobson
Born on January 1, 1867
Died on June 6, 1942
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana

My Loving Daddy