September 4, 2013

Wednesday's Child ~ Woodie Dempsey Guice


Woodie Dempsey Guice
Son of 
John Fielding Guice and Mary Janie Langston
Born on February 14, 1935
Brother of
John Friley, Muriel Ophelia, Eloise, Herd Nathaniel, Lester Langston and Loma Dean
Died on January 30, 1936
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana




September 3, 2013

Tuesday's Tune ~ When I Get Where I'm Going

Losing a family member is one of the most difficult experiences we will ever face.  Whether it be a spouse, child, sibling, parent, grandparent, great grandparent, uncle or aunt, the loss of someone who has been an important part of our lives is heartbreaking.

Henrietta D. Smith, 1836-1917

I often experience feelings of loss when I think about my ancestors.  Its not the same feelings of loss as I mentioned above.  But its still a loss.

A loss of never knowing who they really were and how they lived their day to day lives.  Never having the opportunity to sit in rocking chairs on their front porches while listening to them tell their stories.

Unable to ask them questions, join in their laughter, share their tears.  Never having the chance to hug their necks and tell them I love them. 


When researching our family histories, we gather information, documents and photographs of those who lived and died before we were born.

A small number of researchers are extremely fortunate to have a relative or friend still living who can relay firsthand (or secondhand) information.  Other researchers are given the gifts of letters, journals and maybe even recordings left behind by family members.

These conversations and gifts allow us to catch glimpses into the lives of our ancestors. 

I love to catch the glimpses!  However, these glimpses usually prompt more questions.  Some of my questions are answered by digging deeper into records research or collaborating with other family members and researchers.  Others?  Well, those answers will have to wait until I get where I'm going.

"When I Get Where I'm Going" was written by George Teren and Rivers Rutherford.  It was recorded by country music singer, Brad Paisley, and released in October of 2005.



Lyrics:
When I get where I'm going
On the far side of the sky
The first thing that I'm gonna do
Is spread my wings and fly

I'm gonna land beside a lion
And run my fingers through his mane
Or I might find out what it's like 
To ride of drop of rain

Yeah when I get where I'm going
There'll be only happy tears
I will shed the sins and struggles
I have carried all these years
And I'll leave my heart wide open 
I will love and have no fear
Yeah when I get where I'm going
Don't cry for me down here

I'm gonna walk with my granddaddy
And he'll match me step for step
And I'll tell him how I missed him
Every minute since he left
Then I'll hug his neck

So much pain and so much darkness
In this world we stumble through
All these questions I can't answer
So much work to do

But when I get where I'm going
And I see my maker's face
I'll stand forever in the light
Of his amazing grace
Yeah when I get where I'm going
There'll be only happy tears
Hallelujah
I will love and have no fear
When I get where I'm going
Yeah when I get where I' going


September 2, 2013

Amanuensis Monday ~ The Stories That Should Be Told, Part 13


The following transcription is from a series of recordings my father made in the early 1990s:
Remembering back to the 1930s.
I remember the Coca Cola man.  His name was Mack.  I believe his last name was Junkin and he was from Natchez.  He drove the coca cola truck that delivered the cold drinks.  We were little boys.  We'd be there on the streets and the truck would come and we'd meet it and help Mack unload the cokes.  Sometimes he'd give us a nickel.  The Holsum bread man.  All I remember is his name was Sam.  I remember the Wholesale Grocery man.  His name was Mr. Jordan.
S.I. Bank, Montgomery Store and Curtis Drug Store

It was back in those days when a fella named Mr. Mobley was a cashier in the Sicily Island bank.  Not very many people living here today [1991] remember Mr. Mobley but I remember him.

I remember the merchants, people who had businesses in Sicily Island back in the early and mid-1930s.  You had Mr. Stewart Montgomery with a store right next to the bank.  Dr. Gordon's office was there in the back of a little drug store he owned.  The drug store closed for a few years and later on a man named Mr. Curtis moved in and re-opened it.  The drug store was two buildings down from the bank, next to Mr. Montgomery's store.  


Saltzman's Store
Uncle Wes Ogden had a grocery store.  Mr. Uriah Whatley and his wife, Laura, had a store.  Mr. Morris Saltzman had a store and so did Mr. Buck SmithMr. Rufus Knight had a filling station on the corner across from the bank.  [Editor's note:  The Pan-Am station in the photograph above was the former site of Rufus Knight's filling station]  Right behind his station was Mr. John Knight's big ole store.  Big Emmett Chisum had a store back over by Uncle Wes' store and the Whatley's store. 
 
On down the road was Charlie's place, Charlie's Nite Club.  Charlie and Gus Smith had once had a garage there.  Charlie turned it into a restaurant and later into a nite club.

The nite club flourished for years and years.  Charlie's Nite Club was well known all over this part of Louisiana.  A hot spot; a famous spot for about twenty-five years.


Mr. Pop Denham and his son, Earl, had a little filling station and garage on the other end of town toward Harrisonburg.  We had a saloon.  Jack McNair started working there as a bartender.  I believe his Uncle Walling Chisum owned the place and Jack worked there.  Later on, Jack went into the business for himself. 
The post office was right there on the main drag where the bank and everything else was.  We had the barbershop.  The same barbershop that is still standing there today [1991] was there when I was a little boy.  The first barber I remember was Mr. John Randall.  On up in the 1930s, in the mid-1930s, Uncle Tom Enright opened up a little coffee shop and called it Uncle Tom's Cabin.  
Uncle Wes Ogden's Store
About 1935 or 1936, somewhere along there, the Whatleys either closed up or sold out to a fella by the name of O. G. Wynn.  Mr. Wynn stayed in business for years and years.  After Uncle Wes died, the Wynn's rented his store building and moved their business into there.  The old Whatley store was then torn down and a vacant lot remains there today. 




Woodmen Hall in background; two-story white building

Right past that vacant lot, Sonny Smith built a pool hall and on the corner, Howard Smith had a cafe.  There had been a big ole two-story building, the Woodmen Hall, but it was torn down in the late 1930s.  Howard built his cafe there after he came back out of the army and WWII, about 1945.

Along about the mid-1930s, a man named, R. G. "Reggie" Cruse came in here and opened up a sawmill.  He was quite successful through the years.  He created a lot of jobs...men working in the woods sawing the logs, truck drivers hauling the logs, and men working there in the mill.
Charlie's Nite Club hired a lot of people...waitresses and cooks.  They had gambling going on with lots of gamblers and their families as patrons.
Another little business that was here was a bat mill.  A fella by the name of Jeff Elgin came in here and opened up the mill.  They cut this bitter pecan wood to make bats out of.  All they did was cut the wood the length of a bat or a little longer and round.  They shipped that to Louisville, Kentucky.  Louisville finished it and made baseball bats out of it.  The bat mill had about 4 or 5 people working in it that added to the jobs in this little village.
We had another business that was open from September through the middle of December.  Howard Smith opened this business and his uncle, Buck Smith, named it the Greasy Spoon.  Howard was just a teenage boy. 

Every Fall he'd go up to an old vacant lot beside the cotton gin and take some old rough lumber and throw up a little shack.  During the ginning season, he'd sell coffee, parched peanuts and some cakes and things.  He'd make several hundred dollars a year.  That was a lot of money back then. 



Back in those days they would gin cotton all day and night.  The ginning never stopped.  Horses and wagons and mules and wagons were used to haul the cotton.  There would be streams of wagons as far as you could see.  Wagons bringing cotton and wagons leaving to go back home and bring more cotton to the gin.
I well remember the Greasy Spoon.  John Fairbanks and I used to help Howard.  We were just little ole boys and we'd help him at the Greasy Spoon.  John and I loved working there and helping Howard.  The employees working in the gin didn't have time to leave the gin to come over to the Greasy Spoon so Howard would fix up a tray with coffee and four or five cups, a bowl of sugar and a can of pet milk on it.  John and I would take the coffee over to the gin to sell to the workers several times a day.


Note:  Parts 1-12 of 'The Stories That Should Be Told' can be found in the Tags List on the right-hand side of the blog.





Military Monday ~ Roy Lee Cooper, Sr.


Roy Lee Cooper, Sr.
Son of
John Griffin Cooper and Mary Eliza Parnell
Born on September 19, 1893
Marion County, Mississippi

Husband of Mae Bass
Father of
Lola Mae, Roy Lee, Wanda, Minnie Quay, Clark Bryan and Freddie

Died on September 7, 1937
Buried in the Old Pine Hill Cemetery
Sicily Island, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana

United States Army
Pvt., Co. G, Reg. 156, Infantry Division
World War I


WWI Draft Registration - June, 1917








September 1, 2013

Sentimental Sunday ~ The Old Steele House

Side view showing the storm cellar
My three-great grandfather, James Luther Smith, built the original house for his granddaughter, Mary Virginia "Mollie" Blackman and her husband, Isham Alfonso "Al" Steele.  In the beginning, the house had only four rooms and a kitchen.

The front room was built some time prior to 1900 as Mollie and Al's daughter, Mary Allye, was born in this room on March 9, 1900.  The storm cellar seen in the photograph above was built prior to 1911 by a white mustached man referred to as "the Irishman."  A long porch was built across the front of the house in 1922 by Mr. Tom Hardin and a bigger kitchen was built ca. 1925.  The side porch was built in the early 1930s. 

In 1911, Al Steele and family moved to Childress, Texas to live near one of Al's sisters, Lydia Francis "Lyd" Steele and her husband Silas Abe Greer.  While the Steele family was living in Texas, the Edmon Clark Chambers family lived in the Steele House.  In Ollie Chambers' collection of remembrances, Down Memory Lane, she recalls the following:
Our parents rented the Steele house in 1912.  That was indeed a terrible year for our family.  Mearine, Luceil, Darris and Ollie had typhoid fever.  The only help our parents could get was an old colored woman named, Annie Barkshire. 
There seemed to be many tornadoes or hurricanes at this time.  There was a storm cellar in the side yard in easy access to the front porch, in which our parents kept a lantern, plenty of matches in a can, fresh water was kept in jars or bottles, also quilts for us to sleep upon.  There were benches in the storm cellar.
Annie Barkshire always came to our house to join us in the storm cellar.  Our parents always had a big can that had a top on it, in which they kept canned foods, vienna sausage, potted meat, crackers and cookies.  If Mama had time, when we went to the storm cellar, she took cottage cheese that she had made, also fresh milk.  Fortunately, we never had to stay in the storm cellar long enough to use up all the food.  However, you can imagine with four hungry girls, Annie Barksire, and Mama and Papa, that a great deal of nourishment was consumed.
In 1912, Claude and Vivian Martin Enright were living in the Steele house where their son, Claude Martin Enright was born. 

Robert Otis Moss and Marion Smith were married in the Steele house ca. 1922. 

Sisters, Sarah Virginia and Evelyn Steele Ogden, were born in the Steele house in 1922 and 1926, respectively.

My grandparents, Bruce and Mary Allye Steele Edmonds lived in the Steele house until 1958 when they swapped houses with their son (my father), Bruce Alfonso Edmonds and his family.


The old Steele house is gone now.  Fire destroyed it about twenty years ago.  I grew up in this house.  Many years were spent playing under the old pecan trees planted over 100 years ago by my great-grandfather, Al Steele. 

We never had to use the storm cellar for protection from tornadoes and hurricanes but it made the perfect fort for playing cowboys and indians with my brothers and friends.



(Cross-posted from Pathway To Remembrance)