tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33747555206662464482024-03-13T11:39:52.247-05:00Roots From The BayouD.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.comBlogger1009125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-17996761103561090162016-06-04T07:16:00.000-05:002016-06-04T07:16:43.978-05:00Katie Coney Becomes First Woman to Serve on Sicily Island Council, 1975 The following article appeared in the February 19, 1975 edition of the Concordia Sentinel:<br />
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<i>The Sicily Island Town Council joined the ranks of most other governing bodies in Catahoula by swearing in the first woman to serve on the council recently.</i></blockquote>
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<i>Taking the oath of office, Mrs. C. B. Coney became the third member of her immediate family to serve in the post. She was recently elected by the council to fill the vacancy left by the death of her husband. Their son, Dr. W. C. "Billy" Coney presently of Jonesville, had served as an alderman in Sicily Island prior to his entering medical school.</i></blockquote>
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Katie Archer Drake Harris was the daughter of <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-families-of-richard-hines-harris-jr.html">Richard Hines Harris, Jr. and Laura Archer Scott</a></b>. Her husband, <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2014/07/sundays-obituary-cameron-beard-coney.html">Cameron Beard Coney</a></b>, was the son of Dr. Walter Clarence Coney and Caroline "Carrie" Beard.<br />
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<br />D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-63413406545730789432016-05-27T13:52:00.000-05:002016-05-27T13:52:45.045-05:00Sicily Island Graduates of 1942The following was reported in the Monroe Morning World on May 31, 1942:<br />
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<i>Graduation Held by Sicily Island</i><br />
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<i></i>D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-28239030694390577742016-05-22T07:16:00.000-05:002016-05-22T07:16:50.988-05:00Sunday's Obituary - Sophie Lee Crawford Haley<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-70903467804724745162016-05-18T06:43:00.000-05:002016-05-18T06:43:40.069-05:00Wedding Wednesday - Knights Celebrate 50th Wedding Anniversary, 1947<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2012/11/john-henry-knight-family.html">John Henry Knight</a></b> was born on August 14, 1871 to the marriage of William Bryant Knight and Sarah "Sallie" Myers. He and his family moved from their home in Mississippi to Texas before coming to Louisiana and settling in the Sicily Island area. <br />
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Olga Laura (1903-1977) m. Alvin Lewis Seal<br />
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Rufus (1907-1966) m. Willie Evans<br />
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John Henry Knight died on January 30, 1956 and Lillie Margaret Ballard Knight died on April 5, 1960. Both are buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery near Sicily Island.</div>
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D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-19994555081700513692016-05-16T06:49:00.000-05:002016-05-16T06:49:01.449-05:00Military Monday - Sicily Island Buddy Quartet in Air Corps, 1942From the July 26, 1942 edition of the Monroe Morning World:<br />
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<i>The four young men mentioned are: Charles David Bourke, 20, son of <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2012/12/ford-bourke-families.html">Mrs. Ida Bourke</a></b>, who was so anxious to enlist that he forgot to get his mother's written consent, but a long-distance telephone call from McNemar soon remedied that situation, and within an hour he had her telegraphic consent; Charles Clinton Cloy, 20, son of <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2012/12/richard-harris-cloy-family.html">Mr. and Mrs. Richard Horace Cloy</a></b>; William Harmon Randall, 21, son of Mr. and Mrs. John Calvin Randall; and Edsel Girard Thurman, 19, son of <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2014/01/rastus-lee-thurman-family.html">Mr. and Mrs. Rastus Lee Thurman</a></b>.</i><br />
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<br />D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-27068677394742145442016-05-15T07:49:00.000-05:002016-05-15T07:49:18.505-05:00Sunday's Obituary - Anita Bondurant Oliphant<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-51403587300648480772016-05-14T06:25:00.000-05:002016-05-14T06:25:18.704-05:00Sports Center Saturday - Tiger Football Field Named in Honor of Coach, 1981<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The following article appeared in the October 8, 1981 edition of the Concordia Sentinel:<br />
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<b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2013/04/sicily-island-football-beginning.html">Sicily Island Football - The Beginning</a></b></div>
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<b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2013/06/talented-tuesday-joseph-raymond-peace-sr.html">Talented Tuesday - Joseph Raymond Peace</a></b></div>
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D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-72584853147749246022016-05-13T17:46:00.000-05:002016-05-13T17:46:32.423-05:00Pre-Civil War Quilt Found in Sicily IslandFrom an article published in the Concordia Sentinel on November 30, 1994:<br />
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<i>Pre-Civil War quilt found in Sicily Island</i><br />
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<i>A very old quilt, pre-dating the Civil War, was found recently by Mrs. David (Theresa) Stafford IV, of Sicily Island, between the springs of a bed which had been passed down through the Stafford Family.</i><br />
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<i>No one seems to know the exact route this quilt has taken before surfacing some 136 years since it was made.</i><br />
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<i>The pattern seems to be what today might be called a friendship quilt, where each person who makes a square signs his name.</i><br />
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<i>Although many of the names are illegible, some are still quite clear.</i><br />
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<i>The names, hometowns and dates which are readable include: Mrs. L. O. Lovelace of Sicily Island; Mrs. Bettie B. Peck of Sicily Island; Mrs. W. L. Ditto, December 20, 1858; G. Holstein, October 26, 1858; Carrie, October, 1848; and Jane, December 1858.</i><br />
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<i>This quilt with its authentic signatures and dates bespeaks the early history of Sicily Island, for the Lovelace brothers are reputed to be the first permanent settlers on the island.</i><br />
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<i>The two brothers arrived in 1776, secured a Spanish land grant and built their first home, a crude log structure near the heart of a lake. That lake is still occasionally referred to as Lake Lovelace.</i><br />
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<i>By 1798 <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-lovelace-family.html#more">John Lovelace</a></b> had built a better home for his family, which today is known as Ferry Place. He reared 12 children, all of whom lived on the island.</i><br />
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<i>Eventually a grandson, also named John Lovelace, inherited the property and lived there with his wife, <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2012/12/henry-and-cynthia-gibson-holstein.html">Louisa Holstein</a></b>. They both died in 1826, leaving behind a son, another John Lovelace.</i><br />
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<i>This third John Lovelace was married to Patience Kirkland, daughter of Zachariah Kirkland.</i><br />
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<i>Zachariah Kirkland lived at <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2015/03/pine-hill-plantation-house-history-and.html">Pine Hill Plantation</a></b> which he bought from John Bowie (brother of Jim Bowie) in 1825.</i><br />
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<i>John and Patience had three daughters, Florence Celeste, who married William Smith Peck I; Amy, who married Capt. <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2013/11/military-monday-david-stafford.html">Dave Stafford</a></b>; and Harriet, who never married.</i><br />
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<i>Although there are many descendants of the original Lovelace brothers living in Sicily Island today, there were very few male heirs, so Lovelace as a last name has disappeared from the area.</i><br />
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<i>Lovelace descendants include Peck, Holstein, Enright, Stafford, Peniston, York, Krause, Doniphan and others.</i><br />
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There are only two names that I can confirm, Mrs. Bettie B. Peck and Mrs. W. L. Ditto.<br />
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Mrs. Bettie B. Peck was Elizabeth Bettie Smith. She was born on December 31, 1839 and died on October 7, 1871. Per the Peck family Bible, Bettie married John Gilman Peck, Sr. on December 9, 1857. She and her husband are buried in the <b><a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2016/03/forgotten-cemeteries-part-two-peck.html">Old Peck Cemetery</a></b> near Sicily Island.<br />
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Mrs. W. L. Ditto was Levinia Holstein. She was born in 1835 to the marriage of David Gibson Holstein and Camilla C. Lightner. On January 31, 1855 Levinia married William Lego Ditto, Jr. in Catahoula Parish.<br />
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<b>Mrs. L. O. Lovelace </b><br />
I do not have a record of a Lovelace male with initials L. O.<br />
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<b>G. Holstein</b><br />
Numerous Holstein men shared the middle name of Gibson. <br />
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Celeste E. Hooter, daughter of Nancy Lovelace and Michael Hooter, was married to King Gibson Holstein circa 1823. G. Holstein could stand for Mrs. K. G. Holstein. </blockquote>
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As mentioned above, Levinia Holstein was the daughter of David Gibson Holstein and Camilla C. Lightner, so this could possibly be Camilla aka Mrs. D. G. Holstein.</blockquote>
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<b>Carrie</b><br />
Possibly Caroline "Carrie" Narcissa Desha who was born circa 1838; making her only 10 years old when the quilt was made. She was the first wife of David Stafford. This could explain the quilt being handed down through the Stafford family over the years.<br />
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Possibly Jane Catherine Lovelace who was born in 1814 to the marriage of George Washington Lovelace and Sophia Dorcas Wells. She married Benjamin Philip Cuny circa 1832.<br />
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If anyone has information on the location of the original quilt and/or the names in question, please leave a comment in the comment section below or email me at rootsfromthebayou@gmail.com.<br />
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<br />D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-45795304886040544572016-05-11T08:12:00.000-05:002016-05-11T08:12:42.661-05:00Wedding Wednesday - Bryan and Trichel, 1934<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Mamie "Kidd" Bryan was born in Sicily Island on October 12, 1913 to the marriage of Joseph Henry Bryan and Mary "Mamie" Bennett. Her siblings included Beatrice [Denham], Clara Myrtle, and Minnie Lea [Glasgow].<div>
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Severin Edward Trichel, Jr. was born in Harrisonburg on September 5, 1905 to the marriage of Severin Edward Trichel, Sr. and Sophia Azelia Furlong. His siblings included Joseph Mortimer, Sosthenne Alouysious, Edwin Berchman, James, Clara [Floyd], Hazel [Lanier], Leo, and Clotile [Struwe].</div>
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On June 16, 1934, Kidd and Ed were married in Sicily Island at the home of her sister, Beatrice "Bea" Bryan Denham. </div>
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Below are photographs of the Bennett/Bryan house that were taken in 2011.<br /><br />
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As a side note, in 1971 the old Bennett-Bryan house was vacant and badly in need of repair. Bea's husband, Earl Denham, bought the old Bennett estate and began the work of renovation. Earl died in 1973 but with the help of Kidd and Edward Trichel, renovations on the old home were completed. </div>
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D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-31362359364808715842016-05-10T09:47:00.000-05:002016-05-10T09:47:07.448-05:00Good Times at Charlie's Night Club<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The above article was written by Jarrett Reeves and appeared in the March 3, 1986 edition of the Concordia Sentinel.<div>
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<i>Charlie Smith's big night club at the intersection of Highway 15 and 8 in Sicily Island was where the good times were in Northeast Louisiana in the 30s and 40s.</i></blockquote>
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<i>Charlie left for Natchez and Charlie's Place after several changes in management finally closed in the 50s.</i></blockquote>
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<i>But, back when times were hard and entertainment was not readily available, Charlie's Night Club was the place to meet friends, get a table, play a little bingo or blackjack and have a good time.</i></blockquote>
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<i>Sicily Islanders recall the bingo games on the weekends, the big name bands that came to town, the good times and Charlie himself.</i></blockquote>
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<i>Mary Smith Rushing, Charlie's niece, worked at the club. Her father, Jim and Charlie were brothers.</i> </blockquote>
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<i></i><i>"Some of the best people in the world came to Charlie's. That's where everyone met," Mary said. "Charlie had real good bands, Glenn Miller, Otis Smith, Bud Scott. Why, Tom Griffing who played the piano for years at the Rendezvous in Natchez was with the Bud Scott Band, and wasn't he good? And old Louis Armstrong, he played there, too."</i></blockquote>
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<i>Mary met and married her husband, the late Homer Rushing, at Charlie's. Homer came to Sicily Island to call the bingo games and later managed the gambling operation.</i></blockquote>
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<i>"Nobody ever made anyone gamble," Mary continued. "Those that want to will, law or no law. Some won't admit it, though. It's going on today in places."</i></blockquote>
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<i>Most agree that it was John Hall, owner of a cafe in competition with Charlie Smith, that initiated the closing of the club, using the gambling as a reason. And the church people were against the open gambling going on in town. </i></blockquote>
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<i>In the 50s, the political climate in Louisiana was also changing with the election of a law and order governor, Robert F. Kennon.</i></blockquote>
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<i>Perry Stubbs, the parish deputy serving Sicily Island in those days, said that other than gambling being illegal, there was very little reason to close Charlie's.</i></blockquote>
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<i>"There wasn't much rough stuff there. And if I did occasionally have to haul a few fellers to Harrisonburg to the jail, the worst part about it was trying to get them up that three flights of stairs to be jailed. But most of the time Charlie had good bouncers to take care of anything that went on, and not much ever did."</i></blockquote>
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<i>Charlie Smith was a member of one of the leading families in Sicily Island and was kin to most everybody. And though the church people were against the gambling operation at Charlie's, Charlie was regarded by most as a lovable character who was doing little harm.</i></blockquote>
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<i>There is also wide speculation that Charlie kept his relations with the community intact for so many years by regularly making sizable contributions to the church.</i></blockquote>
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<i>One story has it that when Charlie approached a new preacher with a wad of bills and asked him if he could accept a contribution, the preacher replied, "I'd be happy to, Charlie. That money has been in the devil's hands too long already."</i></blockquote>
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<i>Charlie's career started with his taxi service. When the new school teacher from Mississippi, Katherine, became his wife, Charlie got started on a more serious course -- a service station.</i></blockquote>
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<i>The next step in Charlie's career ladder was serving sandwiches and lunches at the station, which by now was also a bus station. With each new endeavor came some sort of haphazard addition to the original station until the property at the highway junction was filled and Charlie had a full-blown night club.</i></blockquote>
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<i>Albert Krause dealt craps there as a young man. He remembers the times well.</i></blockquote>
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<i>"I finished high school when I was just 15. When I worked for Charlie, I was about 19. It was during the Depression and jobs were scarce. I worked there for $18 a week. Sometimes we were open all night, but Charlie was always there on the job. There was very little trouble."</i></blockquote>
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<i>"A man could take his wife there and not worry about her being bothered and young people could gather there to dance," said Mary Rushing.</i></blockquote>
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<i>"And the kitchen was good," Mary said. "We served lunch plates, steaks, hamburgers."</i></blockquote>
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<i>After the end of World War II, Mary and Home Rushing went to Ferriday and Natchez to own and operate clubs. But like Charlie, they couldn't make it in the night club business without gambling.</i></blockquote>
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<i>But when people in Sicily Island start remembering the 30s and Charlie's good time place, the sparkle in their eyes grows and their faces liven.</i></blockquote>
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<i>"Oh yes, I remember Charlie. He was a likeable fellow. Why, we'd get our set together and go there to dance and play bingo on Saturday nights. Everybody would come from miles around and..."</i></blockquote>
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Charlie Gordon Smith was the son of <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-children-and-grandchildren-of-james.html"><b>James William "Buck" Smith and Mary Amelia Kendrick</b></a>. His siblings were:<div>
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James William, Jr (1889-1954) m. Mary Williamson</div>
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Laura (1892-1893)</div>
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Henry Newman (1895-1900)</div>
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Henrietta "Nettie" (1898-1990) m. Marshall "Marcy" Francis</div>
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Augustus Edward "Gus" (1903-1977) m. Lila Hanks</div>
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Jack (1907-1996) m. Ella Mae Moon</div>
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Sally Smith Huff, daughter of Charlie's brother, Jack, provided the following information:</div>
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<i>I do remember my Uncle Charlie and his night club. He would put me up on a stool in front of a slot machine and give me a handful of nickels to play with. This was in the grill. The back rooms held the roulette, blackjack and poker tables. I also remember crawling around under those big roulette tables...this, of course, was in the day time when the gambling was closed down. </i></blockquote>
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<i>Uncle Charlie opened a place in Natchez called The Smoke House. Gambling was by then illegal and this establishment was not very successful.</i></blockquote>
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<i>He was a dashing, Clark Gable type man; always dressing impeccably. His wife, Katherine was a very elegant woman.</i></blockquote>
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Charlie's father, James William "Buck" Smith, was a brother to my great-great grandmother, Virginia "Jennie" Smith Blackman.</div>
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<i>A special "Thank you" to Sally Smith Huff and Justin Hase for sharing information and photographs.</i><div>
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D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-45055089199009861332016-04-10T08:55:00.002-05:002016-04-10T08:55:52.660-05:00Forgotten Cemeteries, Part Four - Greenville Cemetery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Greenville Cemetery has been referred to in the past as Sunny Side Cemetery, Hoover Cemetery, and more recently, the McIntosh Plantation Cemetery.<br />
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This cemetery is located on the McIntosh Plantation which is about five miles outside Sicily Island on LA Hwy 15/US Hwy 425 south near Clayton, Concordia Parish, Louisiana. </div>
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The Find-A-Grave website has the <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&CRid=67667&CScntry=4&CSst=20&CScnty=1121&CSsr=21&">Greenville Cemetery</a> listed but the individual burial memorials are entered under <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GScid=2456680&CRid=2456680&pt=McIntosh%20Plantation%20Cemetery&">McIntosh Plantation Cemetery</a> with an address of Clayton, Concordia Parish, Louisiana.<br />
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The cemetery can be seen from Highway 15 and is located among a small stand of trees sitting in the middle of a field. When fellow researcher, Jon Garner, led my daughter and I to this location we were hoping to find and document the grave stones of Jon's ancestors. </div>
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We discovered one stone that was facedown in the underbrush. Jon was able to turn the grave stone over so that we could document the person buried in this location. <br />
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The markings on the stone were hard to read but old cemetery records show the marker to be that of Rev. G. B Mathews (1865-1934). Further research on Ancestry shows this to be George B. Matthews who was married to Cassie Rabb. The 1930 U.S. census record shows them living in Ward 1 of Catahoula Parish.</div>
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We were disappointed to find no other grave markers in our search of the remaining area. As we were heading back to our vehicles, two young men from the McIntosh family drove up to see who we were and to ask if we needed some type of assistance. I'm sure these young men wondered what we were doing trekking around on their property. After introductions were made and explanations given for our visit, the young men pointed out a grave stone we had completely overlooked. <br />
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Fallen trees and underbrush had to be pushed aside for a closer view of the marker. It can be seen in the center of the above photograph. This marker had several Daniels family names listed on all four sides.</div>
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Henry P. Daniels appears to be the oldest person buried in this cemetery. He was married to Sarah Jane Hoover in 1847. Sarah's name appeared on the marker as well. However, I failed to photograph a full view of this side of the grave stone so you cannot see her date of birth (1829) and death (1914).<br />
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Other members of the Henry P. Daniels family were also noted on the stone.<br />
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Jabish Daniels (1849-1862)<br />
Walter Daniels (1856-1909)<br />
Laurence or Lawrence Daniels (1858-1860)<br />
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Mary "Mollie" Daniels (1853-1897); married Daniel Beckton in 1881<br />
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Louise Daniels (1851-1881); married Henry E. Hoover in 1880<br />
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Other children born to the marriage of Henry P. Daniels and Sarah Jane Hoover:</div>
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Ellen (1848-1912); married Jacob M. Gilbert in 1866; both buried in Oakley Cemetery in Gilbert, Franklin Parish, Louisiana </blockquote>
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William A. (1861-d. aft. 1930); burial location unknown at this time</blockquote>
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Henrietta A. (b. abt 1864); burial location unknown at this time</blockquote>
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After documenting the Daniels grave stone, we then discovered a double grave stone about ten feet from where the Daniels family marker was located. </div>
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John Henry Bruce (1852-1899); married Matilda "Mittie" Glover in 1878</div>
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Orville C. Bruce (abt 1865-d. 1885); brother of John Henry Bruce</div>
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Another stone was discovered underneath a fallen tree. One of the McIntosh young men offered to assist us by using his tractor with a front-end loader to lift the fallen tree. What we discovered was a small stone with no markings on either side. The stone was too large to be a foot stone so we believe it was at one time a headstone. Unfortunately there had never been any markings or the markings had worn off over time. </div>
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Others appearing in the cemetery lists above and are believed to be buried in the old Greenville Cemetery:<br />
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John D. Hoover (d. 1851, 2 yrs/8mos/9 days old); possible son of Henry E. Hoover and Eliza Lovelace Daniels<br />
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May Eliza Davis Bowman (1862-1959); married Charles Orvey Bowman in 1882; mother of Daisey, William Homer and Charles O. Bowman<br />
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Bee Watson (b. 1935?); He is shown in the Greenville list above as being born on March 26, 1935 but this could be an error in transcription. <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2456680&GRid=93350838&">His FindAGrave memorial</a> shows his DOB as 1845 and DOD as 1925. Another interesting note is that his memorial shows a tombstone inscription of 'La Pvt Wirt Adams Regt CSA' which signifies he was a soldier in the Civil War. <br />
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An application for headstone was found on Ancestry.com that shows he served during WWI. The handwritten notes in red at the top of the record show an Enlistment date of April 6, 1918 and an Honorable Discharge date of July 26, 1919. DOD is shown as March 26, 1935. The application was completed on September 24, 1935.<br />
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Since we were unable to locate his headstone, Bee Watson remains a mystery. Any help with solving this mystery would be appreciated. If any of you have information, please leave a comment in the comment section below or email me at the address listed in the 'About Me' tab at the top of this page.<br />
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<a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2016/03/forgotten-cemeteries-part-one-peniston.html">Forgotten Cemeteries, Part One - Peniston Cemetery</a><br />
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<a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2016/04/forgotten-cemeteries-part-three-norris.html">Forgotten Cemeteries, Part Three - Norris Cemetery</a><br />
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<i>A special thanks to my daughter, my friend and fellow 'graver', Jon Garner and to Mr. McIntosh for his assistance.</i><br />
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The map above shows the Norris Cemetery located outside of Sicily Island near Leland, north of the <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2016/03/forgotten-cemeteries-part-two-peck.html">Peck</a> and <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2016/03/forgotten-cemeteries-part-one-peniston.html">Peniston</a> Cemeteries on highway 913. The cemetery is just south of <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2015/03/pine-hill-plantation-house-history-and.html">Norris Springs</a> and is actually on the same side of the highway although the map shows Norris Springs to be on the eastern side of the highway.</div>
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Using GPS to guide us, we located what we believed was once the Norris Cemetery. The photographs below were our first glimpses of the location.</div>
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At first glance, the area appeared to be the former site of some type of building. We noticed the fallen brick structure but also wondered about the height of the fallen portions. They seemed to be only a couple of feet tall. This led us to question whether the structure had once been a building or if it had been a low-rise wall around burial locations.<br />
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We found one area that could possibly have been a burial site but it appeared to be too short and narrow. Perhaps it had been a walkway between two burial locations?</div>
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Just outside the bricked area we discovered a flat stone beneath leaves and fallen branches. After clearing the area we found a memorial marker for Dr. Richard Henry Norris.</div>
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August 3, 1803 - 1860</td></tr>
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I note that the marker shows, "To The Memory Of" because it has been told that Dr. Norris was originally buried in a vertical grave located closer to Norris Springs and that his remains were later moved to another location. </div>
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It could be that the stories told are true and his remains were moved to a new location. It is also possible that only a marker was placed in a new location as memorial stones are often placed in locations other than where a person is buried. However, we searched the area above Norris Springs and found no evidence of a former grave site.</div>
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The photograph below shows a portion of another marker we found in what we believe is the Norris Cemetery. Unfortunately, the top portion was missing so identifying the person buried there was not possible.</div>
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The following Norris family members are believed to be buried in the Norris Cemetery:</div>
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Harriet Perry Kirkland Norris (1803-abt 1893) - wife of Dr. Richard Henry Norris</div>
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Jane Catherine Norris Bondurant (1839-abt 1924) - daughter of Dr. Richard Henry Norris</div>
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<a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2014/02/daniel-maxey-bondurant-family.html">Horace Bondurant, Sr.</a> (1828-1912) - husband of Jane Catherine Norris<br />
Clara Patton (?-1875) - wife of R. H. Norris, Jr.</div>
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Other possible grave sites can be seen in the following photographs:<br />
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<a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2013/02/dr-richard-henry-norris-family.html">The Family of Dr. Richard Henry Norris</a><br />
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D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-11399946985175926072016-03-26T07:30:00.001-05:002016-03-26T07:30:13.539-05:00Forgotten Cemeteries, Part Two - Peck Cemetery<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The Peck Cemetery is located north of the <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2016/03/forgotten-cemeteries-part-one-peniston.html">Peniston Cemetery</a> on highway 913 near Leland. This cemetery is the final resting place for Dr. Henry John Peck, his wife Laminda McKinney Smith Peck and other family members.<br />
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The photograph above was taken from highway 913 facing west. The cemetery sits atop the knoll and is accessible only by foot.<br />
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The gated entrance shown above is located on the western side of the cemetery. A fence surrounds the area and appears to be in fairly good condition.<br />
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Buried in the cemetery are the following family members of Dr. Henry John Peck and wife, Laminda McKinney Smith Peck:<br />
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Son, John Gilman Peck, Sr. (1837-1878) and wife, Elizabeth "Bettie" Smith (1839-1871)<br />
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Grandson, Henry John Peck (1860-1862); son of John Gilman Peck, Sr. and Elizabeth "Bettie" Smith.</div>
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Granddaughter, Maria Louise Peck (1871-1873); daughter of John Gilman Peck, Sr. and Elizabeth "Bettie" Smith.<br />
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Grandson, John Gilman Peck, Jr. (1874-1936); son of John Gilman Peck, Sr. and Amy Lovelace.<br />
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Grandson, Richard Lovelace Peck (1876-1949) and wife, Mary Martin (1883-1978); Richard was the son of John Gilman Peck, Sr. and Amy Lovelace.<br />
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Son, William Smith Peck (1842-1910) and wife, Florence Celeste Lovelace (1845-1881).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Captain William Smith Peck</td></tr>
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Granddaughter, Laura Kirkland Peck (1869-1873); daughter of William Smith Peck and Florence Celeste Lovelace.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Laura Kirkland Peck</td></tr>
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Grandson John Lovelace Peck (1871-1872); son of William Smith Peck and Florence Celeste Lovelace.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Lovelace Peck</td></tr>
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Grandson Henry Clarendon Peck (1876-1899), son of William Smith Peck and Florence Celeste Lovelace.<br />
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Son, Francis "Frank" Peck (1854-1862)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Francis "Frank" Peck</td></tr>
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Also buried in the Peck Cemetery was Harriet P. "Hattie" Lovelace (abt 1847-1885); daughter of John Henry Lovelace and Julia Patience Kirkland; sister to Florence Celeste Lovelace Peck and Amy Lovelace Peck.<br />
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D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-37119045928905559672016-03-20T11:44:00.000-05:002016-03-20T11:44:01.051-05:00The Old Pine Hill Cemetery - History and a Call for Help<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Old Pine Hill Cemetery</td></tr>
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Old church records for <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2014/01/sentimental-sunday-pine-hill-methodist.html">Pine Hill Methodist Episcopal Church, South</a> show that on November 26, 1858, <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2012/12/henry-and-cynthia-gibson-holstein.html">John Henry Lovelace </a>donated four acres of land for a church to be built in the Pine Hill area. These four acres also included the land where the Old Pine Hill Cemetery was established in 1860.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pine Hill Methodist Church</td></tr>
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The church, known as Pine Hill Methodist Church, was built on the western side of highway 913.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Former site of Pine Hill Methodist Church - Western side of Hwy 913</td></tr>
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The cemetery was established across from the church on the eastern side of the highway. <br />
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It should be noted that there were burials in the cemetery prior to the establishment date of 1860 as seen below.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary K Holstein<br />1800-1852</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John C Desha<br />1821-1849</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ada Jane Lovelace<br />1844-1851</td></tr>
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Descendants of the original families of Sicily Island are buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery including John Henry Lovelace. John Henry Lovelace was the son of Richard Ludwick Lovelace and Louisa Holstein. His grandparents, <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-lovelace-family.html">John Lovelace, Sr. and Anne Hughson</a>, are believed to have been the first permanent settlers on Sicily Island.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Henry Lovelace<br />1821-1891<br /></td></tr>
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The maintenance of the cemetery has been overseen by local citizens throughout the years. With a cemetery fund created at the Sicily Island State Bank, descendants and friends could donate money to cover the costs of maintaining the cemetery.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Old Pine Hill Cemetery</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Old Pine Hill Cemetery</td></tr>
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As the years have passed, a large number of the descendants and friends have either died or moved out of the area. The funding for maintenance of the cemetery has dwindled as a result.<br />
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Ronnie Cole is now the new caretaker of the cemetery. He and his family have done a wonderful job with limited funds. Ronnie not only mows the grass and removes fallen trees, limbs and debris from storms, he has taken on the task of restoring broken tombstones.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before Repair</td></tr>
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I encourage you to consider donating to the cemetery fund. Your donations will ensure that the Old Pine Hill Cemetery will continue to be one of the most beautiful old cemeteries in the area.<br />
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Below is the contact information for those who may be interested in donating to the Old Pine Hill Cemetery fund.<br />
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There are currently over 900 people buried in this cemetery. For a list of those buried there and photographs of each grave site, please see the <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&CRid=68471">cemetery page</a> at the FindAGrave website.<br />
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So many of the older and often rural cemeteries across our country seem to have been forgotten or abandoned. Tombstones once placed to remember loved ones are now being swallowed up by undergrowth in areas unaccessible and unknown to most people. Restoring and maintaining these old cemeteries has become quite a challenge, especially in rural areas where there are no funds available or people interested and able to perform the work.<br />
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This post is part one in a series on forgotten cemeteries in the Sicily Island area. It is my hope that by documenting the burials in these locations and sharing the photographs through this blog, others will become interested in locating and documenting forgotten cemeteries in their area. Even in cases where restoring and maintaining these cemeteries is not possible, documenting the final resting places of our ancestors needs to be done.<br />
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My daughter and I recently visited the old Peniston Cemetery just outside of Sicily Island. This cemetery, located off highway 913 near Leland, is the final resting place for Dr. Thomas Jefferson Peniston and a few of his family members. It is believed that Dr. Peniston's wife, Sophia Dorcas Ann Lovelace was also buried in this cemetery, though no tombstone was found to confirm this.<br />
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With the help of my friend and fellow researcher, Jon Garner, we were able to complete the documentation of the cemetery. Many thanks to Nelson L. Nuttall for providing information on the Peniston family and to Ashley Varner for allowing me to use several of her photographs in this post. <br />
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The cemetery sits on a knoll less than 50 yards off of highway 913. The above photograph was taken from the highway facing west and shows the knoll in the background.<br />
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Across the highway and to the east sits the Old Pine Hill Cemetery shown above.<br />
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The above photograph shows what was once the gated entrance to the cemetery. The entrance faces north.<br />
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This photograph was taken from the entrance to the cemetery facing east/southeast and shows the remains of the fencing that once encircled the graves. One tombstone appears to be just outside the fenced area.<br />
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Buried in the Peniston Cemetery are the following members of Dr. Thomas Jefferson Peniston's family:<br />
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Daughter, Sophie Peniston (1839-1911) and her husband, Sylvester York (1821-1884)<br />
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Granddaughters, Clara York (1866-1869) and Pearl York (1869-1870); daughters of Sophie and Sylvester York.</div>
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Granddaughter, Julia York (1875-1878); daughter of Sophie and Sylvester York.</div>
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Grandson, Augustus York (1881-1883); son of Sophie and Sylvester York.</div>
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Son, Horace Marshall Peniston, Sr. (1848-1897)<br />
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Granddaughter, Mary Peniston Lee (1884-1906); daughter of Horace Marshall Peniston, Sr. and Anna Doniphan Peniston.<br />
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Grandson, Horace Marshall Peniston, Jr. (1886-1906); son of Horace Marshall Peniston, Sr. and Anna Doniphan Peniston.<br />
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More information on the Peniston family can be found in a previous post, <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2013/01/dr-thomas-jefferson-peniston-and-family.html">Dr. Thomas Jefferson Peniston and Family</a>.</div>
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Additional information on the Peniston family provided by Nelson L. Nuttall can be found on the Find A Grave cemetery page, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GScid=68546&GRid=121677349&CRid=68546&">Peniston Cemetery</a>.<br />
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As stated in previous posts, the people of Catahoula Parish have been dealing with floods for many years. <div>
The above article is from the April 21, 1858 edition of The Independent; a newspaper once published in Harrisonburg.<div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Howard Louis Smith</span></i></b><br />
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The above newspaper clipping shows Howard Louis Smith (Standing; 1st from the left) with other men from Northeast Louisiana who had enlisted in the Army Air Corps at Barksdale field in June of 1941. Also shown in the photograph is their Staff Sergeant from the Monroe Army Recruiting office, Harold B. McNemar. <br />
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D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-33140270753390274252015-12-06T07:25:00.002-06:002015-12-06T07:25:28.484-06:00Memories of Gartrop Castle and Solving the Mystery of an Old Photograph<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The following information was provided by Howard Wynn, son of O. G. Wynn, Jr., in the hopes of capturing and sharing his father's memories of Gartrop Castle during World War II and the search which began in 2006 to locate the castle and uncover the mystery of an old photograph. <br />
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Information on O. G. Wynn, Jr. and how he came to be at Gartrop Castle during World War II can be found in an earlier post, <a href="http://rootsfromthebayou.blogspot.com/2015/10/military-monday-o-g-wynn-jr.html">Military Monday - O. G. Wynn, Jr.</a><br />
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Wesel had been bombed out and the German soldiers had left the town to position themselves in the country side. Some of them were hiding in a farmhouse by a railroad track near the edge of the field.<br />
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Sergeant Major Wynn saw them firing at him and his fellow soldiers and directed small arms fire at the doors and windows of the house. That fire cowered the Germans while the Americans ran down a narrow trail and found cover behind the railroad embankment.<br />
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The German army retreated and the American command assigned Sergeant Major Wynn the occupation of Gartrop Castle, near the town of Huenxe, which was about the size of Natchez and only a few miles from Wesel.<br />
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Life settled down as much as it would immediately after combat, and Colonel T. S. Gunby, originally from Monroe and now part of the occupation, took a few pictures one afternoon with his camera. Colonel Gunby took many pictures during the war, most of them done in a hurry, and none of them developed until he came back to the United States because there were few operating film laboratories in Europe while the war was going on.<br />
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Both soldiers became friends during the war. They came home and restarted their lives in different parts of the country. Sometime during the late '40s or early '50s, Gunby got around to developing all of his old rolls of film. He sent Wynn some pictures of the castle that they had occupied. Some pictures showed the castle itself, some showed details of the castle. One picture showed a little girl with some ponies. Wynn put the pictures in a safe place and life went on.<br />
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Eventually World War II passed into history and years put the memories of the pictures into perspective. Finally, in the year 2006, the family started asking questions. Who lived in the castle? Who was the little girl? What were the people in that area of Germany like?<br />
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Wynn's son knew enough German to find out. Working together, he and his son began searching for the castle and the little girl who had walked the ponies around it so long ago. What would they find?<br />
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After some looking at declassified military documents from the time, they located the railroad track. This map from the World War II era showed a bend in the track and where glider number 3 landed. They used Google internet satellite maps to find the field where the glider landed. Wynn studied the satellite photo. He looked at the map. The field was still an open field. He saw the farmhouse, still there after over sixty years, turned in the same position that it was in relation to the railroad track. The trail still led to the track through the woods. The railroad bed still showed the same turn in the track. He had found the place where his glider had landed.<br />
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The next part of the job was finding the castle. He had remembered the castle's name--Gartrop Castle. Was it still there? Was the little girl with the ponies still living there as an older person?<br />
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Wynn and his son went back to the internet. They were on the local level now, and all of their work had to be done in German. Slowly they collected a series of articles in German that related a rather sad outcome for Castle Gartrop, as its name would be phrased in Germany. Life around the castle had changed and the agricultural economy that had supported it and its owners no longer existed. <br />
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The castle was abandoned at the time they found it, and the residents of Huenxe feared that the landmark would deteriorate to a point past restoration. During that time someone had bought the castle, hoping to restore it. There was now a website for the castle, but they could not get in touch with a real person. Finally, they searched the Town of Huenxe's website. In an obscure corner of a back page the site listed a small office, the Bureau of Landmark Preservation. They composed a German language email and sent it off.<br />
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Transcription/Translation of email sent to the Bureau of Landmark Preservation:</div>
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<i>Dear Dr. Blumrath:</i></blockquote>
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<i>I was excited to see the pictures of Gartrop Castle that my son uploaded from the internet. They reminded me of my wartime involvement with the castle in 1945 from about May 10 until June 15.</i></blockquote>
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<i>At that time I was serving in Division Artillery Headquarters of the 17th Airborne Division. Around May 10 our headquarters occupied the castle for location of our command post. We had a brigadier general, a colonel and eight or ten other officers, and six or eight enlisted men. I served as Division Artillery Sergeant Major.</i></blockquote>
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<i>I do not know if any army units preceded us in occupying the castle. There was a good deal of furniture in the building. The walls of the main entrance hall contained dozens of deer horns, and there was a mounted boar hanging by one foot near the stairway. There were paintings of ancestors hanging in appropriate places. In the big hall stood two small brass muzzle loading cannons, three or four feet long, probably used for celebrations of some sort.</i></blockquote>
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<i>In the hall there were two large picture albums showing many views of the inside and outside of the buildings and grounds. The inside was well furnished, and the outside was beautifully planted with flowers and shrubs.</i></blockquote>
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<i>On the grounds while we were there were several peacocks, some chickens, ducks and geese. In the stable was an ornate carriage and stalls for four horses. Pictures on the wall showed four dapple gray horses. We were told that the army had confiscated the horses.</i></blockquote>
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<i>While we were there we participated in the military government of the area, mostly watching after and helping repatriate about 20,000 Russians in the area. Most of them, I think, came to Germany to work before the war. </i> </blockquote>
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<i>An old Russian couple and their granddaughter, 12-14 years old, lived in living quarters above the stable. The old couple at first did not want to go back to Russia on the trains we were sending. Our chaplain convinced them that it was the best thing to do. They left, taking the granddaughter with them. We soon found out that the train they were on was the last one that we would send. Word had reached the President of the U. S. that the returnees were being sent to Siberia, possibly because the Russian government did not want these people bringing back ideas from foreign countries.</i></blockquote>
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<i>The granddaughter had become sort of a pet among the men. She seemed to like riding her bicycle near us to hear the whistles and calls this would cause. We all mourned her possible fate in Russia.</i></blockquote>
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<i>There was a lady who was living nearby who we assumed was the owner of the castle. We called her the baroness. She had a daughter (at least we assumed) about 14 or 15 who came on the grounds occasionally to tend to her four small miniature horses, sometimes hitching all four to a small wagon she had.</i></blockquote>
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<i>The water mill on the grounds was still in operation at that time, tended by a man whose quarters were in the mill building. The small stream operating the mill did not have capacity to operate all day. A pond had been formed upstream a bit with a gate in the damn. When the pond was full, the gate was opened and the mill wheel connected to a generator supplied electricity to the castle. When the mill shut down, a gasoline powered generator supplied electricity.</i></blockquote>
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<i>In the pictures uploaded from the internet there is one of the small chapel building located some distance from the castle grounds. The picture shows the chapel apparently restored. We saw it as somewhat dilapidated, with a rather large hole excavated under one side. We thought the hole to do with an attempt to bury some valuables.</i></blockquote>
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<i>On the front lawn was a tall flagpole made of rough tree trunks. We raised our flag on it.</i></blockquote>
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<i>I liked to fish, and had some fishing tackle in one of my bags. The water in the moat looked tempting, so I got out my short rod and tried my luck. I caught several nice pike while there. From upper story windows you could see an enormous fish, as big as a horse. We never knew what it was.</i></blockquote>
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<i>While we were at the castle, the officers were quartered in and ate in the castle. The kitchen was in the basement and they set up dining facilities down there. The enlisted men were quartered in nearby houses. Another sergeant and I stayed in the farmhouse right behind the castle.</i></blockquote>
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<i>While we were there I do not recall any of our people doing any damage or taking anything out. Our Colonel was very strict about this. One of the men in my section spilled a bottle of drawing ink on the marble floor in the big hall. We could not remove the stain with any material we had. I wonder if that stain is still there. It is on the left side entering the room from the main entrance.</i></blockquote>
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<i>I remember seeing on one of the walls, I think it was in the basement, a framed drawing in heavy lines of what seemed to be the first floor plan. The drawing was, if I remember correctly, dated in the 1400s. This leads me to think that the beginning of the castle was maybe 200 years earlier than the 1670 on the plaque over the front entrance.</i></blockquote>
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<i>I am glad to hear that the castle has been restored. I will always remember it as part of my time in Germany.</i></blockquote>
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This was the summer of 2006. German people take a mandatory month's vacation, and the head of the little office was gone. Wynn and his son received an email in English a few days later from the teenage son of the civil servant who was covering the office while the chief official vacationed. The email explained the situation about the vacation and apologized at having to ask a student to write in English. It was then that the pair of researchers knew that they had found a friend.<br />
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Hans-Juergen, the head of the bureau, returned from his time off to find a long email from a former American soldier about the castle with some very old black and white pictures attached to it. He quickly emailed the Wynns in German. He thought he knew who the little girl was! <br />
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Hans-Juergen sent Wynn a big box of books and pictures about the area to help him catch up on then and now. And at the bottom of this box was a letter typed on the long paper that European people used for correspondence.<br />
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Transcription/Translation of the letter from Hans-Juergen to O. G. Wynn, Jr.:<br />
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<i>An inquiry from the USA have we previously not received and therefore your letter was a surprise, and gave us great joy.</i><br />
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<i>I have sent you some photos and information about Huenxe and Castle Gartrop and hope you and your family enjoy it.</i><br />
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<i>I have inquired at the office of Freiherrn Egbert-Constantin von Nagell, the former owner of the castle as to whether or not he knows who the little girl with the ponies is, so far I have not heard an answer. </i><i>Should I hear from him, I will let you know.</i><br />
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<i>The family von Nagell sold the castle a few years ago, and the present owner is Herr Dr. Peter Blumrath.</i><br />
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<i>I personally had my 60th birthday a few weeks ago, and I would like to use this occasion to thank you in the name of my family because as a younger man, you and your comrades, with great sacrifice of life, freed our land from the dictator.</i><br />
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<i>It is also my great privilege to thank you and the American people that you sent C.A.R.E. packages with needed food to the German people, and to me along with that.</i><br />
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Hans-Juergen later spoke with Freiherrn Egbert-Constantin von Nagell and the baron told him, he would like very much to see the pictures. Soon the pictures arrived in his office. And yes, these pictures were of his younger sister, Mariatta. Unfortunately, however, she had died of asthma a few months after the picture was taken.<br />
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<i>Special thanks to Howard Wynn for providing the above information and photographs and for allowing me to share this on my blog. </i><br />
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<i>The following 2014 video will take you on an aerial tour of what was once known as Castle Gartrop. The castle is now known as Schloss Gartrop. </i><br />
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<br />D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-7855195202281525942015-12-05T07:45:00.000-06:002015-12-05T07:45:12.928-06:00Sicily Island Community Fair, 1952<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-6404892459107879922015-11-20T07:01:00.001-06:002015-11-20T07:05:45.703-06:00Here She Comes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I am standing upon the seashore.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;">A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;">and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;">starts for the blue ocean. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">She is an object of beauty and strength. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I stand and watch her until at length s</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">he hangs like a speck of white cloud </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Then someone at my side says: </span></span></div>
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"There, she is gone!"</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Gone where?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Gone from my sight. That is all. </span></span></div>
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She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side</div>
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and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;">Her diminished size is in me, not in her. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #555555;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"There, she is gone!" </span></span></div>
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Ota Gilbert "O. G." Wynn, Jr. was born on June 12, 1918 in Prescott, Nevada County, Arkansas. He was the second of four children born to the marriage of Ota Gilbert "O. G." Wynn, Sr. and Kate Ward. The Wynn family moved to Louisiana in the early 1920s and eventually made Sicily Island their home. </div>
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O. G. Wynn, Jr. married Lillian Jeanette Young of Jonesville in December of 1942. A son, James Howard, was born to this marriage.</div>
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Mr. O. G. and Mrs. Lillian were two of the most respected people in Sicily Island. Both were faithful members of the First United Methodist Church. Many people remember Mrs. Lillian as the Home Economics teacher at Sicily Island High School where she taught her students proper etiquette, meal preparations and the basics of sewing.</div>
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Mr. O. G. was a draftsman for the civil engineering firm of Jordan, Kaiser and Sessions in Natchez, Mississippi and earlier for Peck Lumber Company in Sicily Island.</div>
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Words such as courteous, well spoken, respectful, unassuming and polite repeatedly came to mind as I contemplated how best to describe Mr. O. G. as I and others remembered him. </div>
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As I began to research and learn more about his life it soon became apparent that what I and many others knew about this man was only half of the story. </div>
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World War II Army Enlistment Records, 1938-1946 show Private O. G. Wynn enlisting in the United States Army on March 16, 1942.</div>
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He served in the following Army Airborne Divisions during the Second World War:</div>
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101st Airborne Division - Screaming Eagle</div>
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<li>Rhineland Campaign: Operation Market Garden - 9/15/1944 - 5/21/1945</li>
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As part of the Spearhead for Airborne Rhine Crossing, Sergeant Major Wynn crossed the Rhine River in a glider as part of Operation Varsity. He was awarded the Bronze Star for his bravery under direct enemy fire.</div>
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The following excerpt is from the January 17, 2007 edition of the Catahoula News Booster and was written by Howard Wynn about his father's memories of Operation Varsity: </div>
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<i>A five hundred mile column of C-47 airplanes left France on March 24, 1945, carrying the American 17th Airborne Division and the British 6th Airborne Division. This entourage of 3,100 aircraft escorted by 1,000 fighter planes began the invasion of the German heartland across the Rhine River.</i></blockquote>
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<i>Wynn's glider, designated number 3 in its group, was a motorless craft every bit as large as the airplane that towed it. Glider number 3 landed just after noon in a field a few miles north of Wesel, Germany, a town about the size of Monroe. </i></blockquote>
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<i>Sergeant Major Wynn saw them firing at him and his fellow soldiers and directed small arms fire at the doors and windows of the house. That fire cowered the Germans while the Americans ran down a narrow trail and found cover behind the railroad embankment. </i> </blockquote>
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<i>The German army retreated and the American command assigned Sergeant Major Wynn the occupation of Gartrop Castle, near the town of Huenxe, which was about the size of Natchez and only a few miles from Wesel.</i></blockquote>
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O. G. Wynn was discharged from the Army as a Sergeant Major of the 101st Airborne Division. In 1992, he published "A Soldier of the Post" in which he recorded his experiences during World War II.</div>
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Ota Gilbert "O. G." Wynn, Jr. died on June 30, 2012. He is buried alongside his wife in the Jena Cemetery in Jena, LaSalle Parish, Louisiana.</div>
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Courteous, well spoken, respectful, unassuming and polite. Yes, he was all of these things. He was also courageous, valiant, loyal and brave. </div>
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<i>Sources:</i><br />
<a href="http://ww2-airborne.us/"><i>WW2-Airborne.us</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.nationalww2museum.org/see-hear/collections/focus-on/operation-market-garden.html"><i>National WWII Museum</i></a><br />
<i><a href="http://ww2today.com/">WW2today.com</a></i><br />
<a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3AC-47s_and_CG-4s_for_Op_Varsity_1945.jpg"><i>USAF [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons</i></a><br />
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Special thanks to Howard Wynn for allowing me to share his father's photograph and his father's memories of Operation Varsity. <br />
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A separate post is planned to continue the story of Sergeant Major Wynn's time at Gartrop Castle and the search which began in 2006 to find the castle and uncover the mystery of an old photograph.<br />
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The above photograph appeared in the March 4 edition of the Monroe Morning World along with an announcement of the January 1, 1951 marriage of Joyce Marie Henslee and John Henry Fairbanks.</div>
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Joyce Marie Henslee was born to the marriage of Thomas Lester Henslee and Eva Marie Cruse. John Henry Fairbanks was the son of Dr. Russell Usher Fairbanks and Sallie Knight.<br />
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John and Joyce Fairbanks made their home in Concordia Parish where they raised two sons and one daughter. </div>
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John Henry Fairbanks passed away on August 19, 1985. He is buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery in Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana.<br />
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Cecil Mahlon "Edge" and Fay "T-Model"</div>
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Grayson, Caldwell Parish, Louisiana</div>
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Homecoming ceremonies were held yesterday at Sicily Island High School. Memories of past homecomings prompted the posting of this particular one from forty years ago.<br />
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This photograph of the 1975 Homecoming Court appeared in the Catahoula News Booster. Seated at the top is Queen Denise Simmons with Todd Guice (football bearer) and Nikki Roberts (crown bearer) on each side. On the second row are (LtoR) Florida Jackson, Jessie Johnson, Carol Bowman and Dawn Seal. On the bottom row are (LtoR) Deborah Edmonds, Rebecca Douglas, Rutha Harber, Rhonda Williamson and Helen Henry.<br />
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The selection of Homecoming Courts at Sicily Island High School was unique to the school itself. I was never aware of any other school whose process resembled ours. Other schools held elections where the queen and her court were selected by popular vote from the student body. At Sicily Island, the captain of the football team was always a senior. He had the honor of selecting the queen from the student body while the remaining senior players chose the queen's court. <br />
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For those who may be interested in taking a walk down memory lane to earlier years, old home movies from Homecoming parades as far back as the 1950s can be found at <b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL75ihhGzyA-hi1lNW_wbYg7eLQ8G4kc7y">Roots from the Bayou's YouTube page</a></b>.<br /><div>
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<br /><br />D.E.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09879318392230888755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374755520666246448.post-33859565509357859972015-10-12T06:53:00.000-05:002015-10-12T06:53:54.155-05:00A Sketch of Business Locations in Sicily Island, 1930-1940<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The above sketch gives us an idea of how the business section of Sicily Island appeared in the 1930s and early 1940s. The sketch was drawn by Richard Guy "R. G." Price, Jr. and is displayed in First United Methodist Church.<br />
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<i><b>"All forms of livestock had a free run of the town; cows, sheep, mules, horses, hogs, chickens"</b></i></div>
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<li>LA Hwy 8 ends at the junction of U.S. Hwy 15.</li>
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<li>Once you turned left onto U.S. Hwy 15 North, the ESSO Service Station was on the right followed by John Hall's Cafe, the Drug Store and the Motel.</li>
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<li>The area showing the Shell Station and two vacant lots was on the left side of U.S. Hwy 15 North and is where the Short Stop is located today. </li>
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Special thanks to Mr. R. G. Price for creating this sketch. It is a wonderful piece of history which provides future generations a glimpse of Sicily Island as it was back in the 1930s and 1940s.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n61CnuyBA3k/VhrLIAzYtiI/AAAAAAAAU4Y/wWkDXr_amR0/s1600/PriceRG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n61CnuyBA3k/VhrLIAzYtiI/AAAAAAAAU4Y/wWkDXr_amR0/s320/PriceRG.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Richard Guy "R. G." Price, Jr.</td></tr>
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