Sunday at Munson Dam

Hi sweet friends,
It is Sunday, the day that I love best. It is not because it is a Church day, although that is a good way to spend some time if you like, but because this is the day that Daddy would take us swimming.
It would be either Morris creek or Munson Dam for us. The Munson trip was a longer one and we loved it when that was the choice. We sat in the bed of daddy's old pick up truck, with our hair flying in the wind. We stood up and hung on to the small lip at the top of the cab of the truck. We did not have any fear and every one else was doing it too. I cringe at that today when I think of my kids doing the same thing, but back then, people did things that were dangerous. Sometimes people got hurt and sometimes they didn't. We were lucky that we never had an accident.
Part of that was likely cause Daddy never drove faster than 30 or 35 miles an hour. It took a long time to get to Munson, but we did not mind. When you drive slow, you get to see things that you might miss otherwise. We never stopped at McCranies store on the way there, but we always stopped on the way back for our Pepsi and peanuts. I still have it today and it is almost as good as it was back then.
Munson was an amazing place to swim. It had lots of space to lose your parents and it had lots of "candy" for a girl like me, isolated at home most of the time. There were people from all walks of life. I will never forget the Sailors from other ports with their dark tans and way of speaking that I had never heard. One of them spoke to me once and I asked him where he was from and he answered, " Phillipines". He asked me out but I knew Daddy would not approve so I arranged to meet him outside church one night. He came and we talked about his country and my life on the farm. It was so much fun meeting people from other lands and I think that is where my wander lust was born.
I keep leaving my story but I want to get back to Munson. This was where I learned to swim or rather where Daddy threw me off the dock and said Swim. lol. It was in 16 feet of water and off the pier where it used to go up and over then back down onto the main walk across the lake. Only those of you who spent your childhood at Munson will remember this, because they are gone now, and with good reason. I and many others fell on those slides so many times.. When the wood got wet, it was like being on a slippery slope. But we ran, played, climbed, and jumped off that raised area more times than I can count.
Parents then were aware of their children, but they did not coddle them. We learned by experience. If we slipped, we learned to be cautious. If we fell and got skinned up, we learned to slow down. I don't remember ever telling Daddy if I got hurt. It wasn't until I was about 14 that I really got how dangerous it was to swim at Munson if you were not careful on the scaffolding.
A middle school boy dove off, hit his head in some way and died. That day is in my memory. It was the day that I stopped getting up on the slippery rail on the top scaffolding to jump off. This experience sobered me a bit and I was not quite as adventurous after that.
I don't remember his name and I am sad about that because he deserves to be remembered.
While we were swimming out to the middle raft, climbing on the scaffolding, rolling on the huge logs in the lake and having the best time of our lives, Daddy was cooking. He would fish lower on the lake and then clean up his catch and fire up his little Coleman stove to cook. That man could make a full course dinner on that thing and it tasted better than any fish and hushpuppies I have tasted since.
There was always plenty of food to go around and my brothers and sister and I ate til our bellies popped. We had to sit out for a while before we went back in, after we ate, so often we hoped that it would take daddy awhile to get the fish fried up. When he called, we dropped whatever we were doing and went to eat. There were no questions about coming when Daddy called because we knew the consequences if we did not. We were mindful children.
After a full day of swimming, eating, and then cleaning up, we started our way home, hoping that it would not rain. If by chance it did, we got soaked on the back of the truck and would shiver our way home. It was a small price to pay for the way we spent our time that day.
There are so many memories about Munson. I could write about them all week but this was one. The sun shining today reminded me of how excited we would all be on this day long ago. No matter how hard Daddy worked during the week and at home, he always took us swimming on the weekend. He was a good Daddy and I miss him still....
Happy Sunday all. Do something fun today with your children so that one day when they are seniors, they will still smile and remember.. Love to all, Kimmee

• Gloria Peacock Kimmel My oldest sister Ruby and I with my brother Ernest in the back ground. We were dressed for swimming..
  

  
  

  

  
  

  
  

My Daddy

Good Morning sweet friends, ( Another long post)
Yesterday was an emotion filled day for me. I cried easily and felt such loss because it was Daddy's birthday.. Each year as I age, I think it gets harder for me. You would think it would be the opposite but for me it isn't.
I always review our entire life together. That first memory of Christmas when I got my first doll and it wasn't under the tree like it usually was. I always got a box loaded with fruit, nuts, and peppermint candy and my one gift, but that winter when I was 5, my gift was not in the box. I tried to be a brave little soldier but huge crocodile tears were falling down my cheeks when daddy asked, "what's wrong little ole gal?" and I, trying to be brave said, "nothing, daddy". He walked into the kitchen and returned with a big box wrapped in brown paper and said, "look at this. We must have forgotten one." He had a smile on his face as he handed that package to me. I almost stopped breathing as I saw the box because I remembered so well that blonde haired doll in the window at the 5 and dime. When I opened it, there she was in all her finery and I couldn't believe that she was mine....

Skip ahead to my 16th birthday; I was working at a local teens delight restaurant in town and daddy had a surprise for me.. It was a banana yellow 67 Mustang.. Daddy had paid the down payment on it for me and I had to make the 58 dollar payments each month and buy my gas but Man was I in some kind of car heaven.. LOL.

( photo from a google search)

Then he walked me down the aisle at my wedding when I was 17 and silent tears rolled down his cheeks as we walked. He was so sad that day because it meant the end of his dream for me to go to college. He told me all my life, I was going to be the first to go there and he encouraged me to make something of my life.

I came home in 85 when my middle daughter was 2 months old and my oldest daughter was 11. He had suffered a stroke at age 65 but he was so vibrant and worked hard everyday with my 11 yr old daughter hard on his heels... She loved him so much and he loved her. There was an old swing set in the front yard that did not have a swing and he saw Wendi looking at it.. He immediately walked off the porch and made some holes in a piece of wood, tied a rope into those holes and soon she was swinging like no tomorrow.. She was so proud of her swing and daddy was so happy for her.. My heart squeezes with the memory of her and daddy..

The next year, he passed away in a car accident and I felt my world come to a halt. I could never go home again because he was not there. This man who shaped my life was gone and I felt like an orphan and on each 21st of January, I feel those heart pangs again.
I am posting the picture of Daddy on a motorcycle cause he loved those. He gave me my first one when I was 12.. We weren't coddled and we got hurt at times but we lived such a full life, outside in the sunshine, swimming in creeks, catching fish, climbing trees, and eating fresh tomatoes from the garden.

I am so thankful for my childhood which makes me so thankful for every good thing that happens in my life today.. I love you, Daddy.. Thank you for being the man you were and teaching me all those silent lessons you did.. Love, Glorian

Freedom To Grow

The country home where I grew up was comprised of 130 acres; 10 of them where the house stood, and the other 120 down the road a piece, by the river. It was fun having lots of room to run , trees to climb, and the outdoors to explore and plunder. We had tree houses all over and nothing was more fun than playing in each one while eating freshly picked berries or something fresh out of the garden. One of my favorites was to get a fresh tomato and a  bottle of salt, and just eat and eat.

I helped plant the garden that fed us, as all the children did. We had  corn, peas, butter beans, okra, tomatoes, squash, and  watermelon. We always had a big garden to freeze and feed us throughout the year. My daddy used to rent a mule that would pull the plow when we could afford it, but more often than not, the reins were around his own neck, after he had already worked a day.

 Such was our life, struggle and turmoil to get to the next day, the next week, the next month, and then if by some miracle we have survived the year, we earned the right to start all over again. 

There were weekends spent swimming at Munson and Morris Creek, which I later learned has a different name but we call it Morris Creek. One day my cousin Vivian, Donna and I  were swimming in the Escambia River while our family was fishing and a Moccasin swam toward us.  We got out of the water  and let it swim past, then we got back in. I know now that was not very bright. but we did not have a fear of anything.

(The only known photo of Aunt Catherine swimming at Morris Creek, courtesy of my sister Donna)

From the time I awoke at 4 am to get breakfast for Daddy to the time I went to school and back, I was thinking about my straw tree houses. I built them out of the many pine needles that fell and I had a large "castle " wall with many divided rooms and treasures, a pretty pine comb, a feather or two, a rock that glowed golden in the sun, and of course my salvaged magazines.. I hid them from Daddy because I started reading "True Detective" when I was real young and they had risque stuff on the cover.. LOL. Today it would pale in comparison but this was the  late 50's. I scoured every garbage pile I could to find them. My favorite place to "shop" was down a bit on Daddy's land. It was near the pear orchard and  I would find my reading material for the day and shimmy up a tree to stuff myself silly full of pears, fresh plucked from the tree. That first bite into a home grown pear with juice running all down your chin still makes my mouth water when I think about it.

(Grandma and Grandpa Peacock, courtesy of my sister Donna)

On the way to the old place, ( Grandpa and Grandma Peacock's old house that was gone) I skipped along the clay dirt road barefoot feeling that clay between my toes. I would stop at a little trickle stream and grab handfuls of the coolest, sweetest tasting water you could ever imagine.
At times I would stop a bit and look over at the Clay mounds, that I was told were Indian Burial places. I always felt I had to be quiet and I was as I sat on the bank near them. I don't remember anyone telling me to be quiet, but  it was something I felt I should do. My sister, my brother and I picked up arrow heads from the area and clay marbles. We did not know any better and my sister still has the ones she picked up in her home. She gave me a marble when I was home and I treasure it.
When I finished doing that, I would lollygag my way back home and if no one was around start walking toward the back of the house. Daddy had cows, chickens and the smoke house and our outhouse was back there.  I walked past the barn way on back til I came to crawdad hole and the gully. The Gully always terrified me as much as it challenged my bravery, so I would roam the gullies and even go inside the small cave there. It was said it belonged to a bobcat, but they were never there when I was which was probably lucky for me. I could smell his musty coat so I think it must have been true. My young mind never entertained the thought that maybe one day the cat would be there. It could have happened but God had his hand on my life from my first breath, so I never feared things like that.

On the little trail through the woods I would see poke salad along the way. Mama came home sometimes and when she did it would be an adventure into the woods to find things to eat. Poke Salad, roots, berries, some inedible plants were gathered and placed in an apron to take home and make into food or to make into salve.
I watched Mama prepare the poisonous Poke Salad so that I would know when it was safe to eat. We cleaned it like we did our turnips and collards and then placed it in a large pot to boil. When the water turned green, we poured it out and started again. It usually took about 3 or 4 times before the water was clear and that is when we could eat them. Mama would drain the salad, pat it dry, make a bunch of scrambled eggs from our chickens and then when the eggs were almost done, throw in the poke salad. Talk about deliciousness!!

Our life was hard but it was genuine. It had highs and lows. It had tears and laughter. It was a dichotomy of emotions that somehow prepared me to be who I am today.
The memories gently ripple past
I pray to Father, make them last
Let them trickle the worries away
and Keep us safe for one more day

A Life From Journal Pages

Good Morning to all,

I am a couple of days behind for throwback Thursday but I always did march to a different drummer. This morning I was looking at the 33 years of Journal/scrapbooks that I have written and kept and it brought back such a flood of memories of my children.



The first flower that my little grandson gave me in 1993. He was so proud of that flower and so was I.



When my oldest daughter and I caught Cloris Leachman in Grandma Moses. It was amazing and I loved seeing it with her. She and I have always liked to go to plays and such and have since she was a child. 



I remember When Clayton Moore died, The Lone Ranger, one of my childhood heroes. I have kept many newspaper clippings of some of the wonderful people that left us.



My birthday flowers from my oldest daughter. I remember how I felt receiving them.






 And then my best friend Irene took me to see the Muntu Dance Theater of Chicago. They were fabulous.



The times that I visited my children's classrooms and shared my collections with them. They loved it but I got far more out of it than they did.




The journals are filled to the brim of memories of the past years. I don't keep a journal anymore and will burn these before I die but my daughter in law had a good idea in which to save the memories. I am going to buy each of my children and grandchildren a scrapbook and put all their individual memories in each of them. They will have the little letters, flowers, drawings and the many times they made me smile to read..
Do any of you journal and if you do, are you going to leave them to anyone when you journey on?
I hope that every one is having an amazing day. I have enjoyed my morning walking down memory lane. Love to all, Kimmee

Grandpa Admiral Dewey Morris

I wanted to share my Grandpa Morris with you all today. I remember him quite well because I was a teenager when he passed. He was born in 1899 and died in 1968. Not a hugely long life as I am only a few years away from this age myself.

He used to come visit often as I was growing up and he was a quiet man who seemed to have a lot of patience as I recall. Our rambunctious ways did not seem to bother him and he would sit quietly and watch us play.

He was sick the whole time that I remember him and he used a cane to walk. His legs were so swollen near the end that he hobbled more than walked but he still made the trip to see up right up to the end. My Grandmother had died in 1954 so he was alone and I think he missed being around children. We were his grandchildren and brought smiles into his life and I am so glad that we did.
I remember well the day he died and laid in his house for 3 days so that all could visit. I was shocked to see nickels on his eyes when we went over and asked my Uncle Andy about them. Uncle Andy told me, that was for the ferryman to help the dead cross over. I was always intrigued by that idea and found out that was a long standing custom in the South but it actually is much older from Greek Times.

Here are a couple of stories I wrote about him after talking to W L Simmons at the Ebenezer Church Homecoming. I took notes and turned what he said into this story that I could keep for my family:-) Hope that you all enjoy getting to know Granddaddy Morris. I remember him best with a mess of fish like the picture and am thankful that he was here so that I could be. Love to all, Kimmee


Information from W.L Simmons at Ebenezer Church Homecoming--Sunday......July 2011

Grandpa Dewey had a store called "The Hinky Dink" located on Morristown Road about 1/2 mile from Aunt Elma's home. When Grandpa would go fishing, he would put big chains on the door to keep the children and Ola out of it. He did not want them taking any merchandise while he was fishing. When W L Simmons was a young man, he, Uncle Andy (Andrew Adair "tadpole") Morris and cousin Earl Morris used to go to Fred Hendrick's traveling wagon store. In those days you could sell a chicken or eggs for enough money to get a candy bar. They would take a chicken, collect the money, then while Mr Hendricks was distracted by the other two boys, W L would open the bottom of the chicken cage and act like he had another chicken to sell. The boys did this three times so that they could all have a candy bar. Years later W L felt bad about what he had done and one day he saw Mr Hendricks. They were just talking and Mr Hendricks asked "Was I a good supervisor?" and W L told Mr Hendricks "You were mean to me." Mr Hendricks had a shocked look and W L said, " Naw, you were a good one, but I have to tell you what we boys did to you when we were young." He then told Mr Hendricks the story of using the chicken three times and Mr Hendricks looked at him and said, "You'll boys didn't do that to me, did you?" W L had to tell him yes and that he was sorry. Mr Hendricks then forgave him and W L felt better about telling him.


Second story...At night when W L, Uncle Andy , and Earl would be coming home late down the trail to Grandpa Deweys store, Grandpa used to love to scare the boys. He used an old metal hat that he would rub on rocks, which produced a scary sound, all the while he was making terrible noises. The boys would say, "did you hear that?" they would listen for a while. Grandpa would do it again and the boys would be so scared that they would run the rest of the way home because it sounded as if someone was dying.

This is the way I remember him with a mess of catfish , ready for frying.

My grandparents wedding picture.. Grandpa Admiral Dewey and Grandma Ola Morris. They were 2nd cousins and there mothers were McCurdy Sisters..

My Great Uncle Jesse Peacock.. Died in the First Battle of Manassas

Today on this day that we remember those that died in Battle, I want to remember my Great Grand Uncle Jesse C. Peacock. He was born in about 1837 and is shown on the 1850 Clark County census with his parents, Levi and Mary Elizabeth Bell Peacock. (my 2nd great Grandparents). He was 13 and living at home with this brothers and sisters.
We find him again in the 1860 Census at age 23 with his wife Nancy age 24, and their two children. A girl age 4 named Elizabeth and a boy age 9 months, named James. He named his daughter after his Mother. 
I am sure that times were hard then. The War was imminent and People were afraid that a way of life was changing. I wish I knew more of what life was for him in that year before he enlisted in the War. We find him registered for duty in the Conecuh Guards, Company E, Fourth Alabama Regiment from Riley’s History of Conecuh County, AL

Published 1881
Below is given a complete roll of this company, which was the first organized for the war in Conecuh.
 It was permanently organized at Sparta, Alabama, on the 1st day of April 1861; mustered at Sparta Depot, April 24th, 1861.
Just 3 short months later, he was killed and he left a widow with two small children at a time that food was scarce, and their money if they had any was worthless, and every one was losing the tiny living they eked out to others that came to claim it.
PEACOCK, Jesse, killed in first battle Manassas, July 21, 1861.
I often wonder if his Mother talked about her heritage or if she knew that she was Native American and of the Vann/Moytoy line.
I often think that this is the stock I come from and I can do anything because they could.
I honor him and all the fallen today and all those that still fall.. Love and light, Kimmee

 

Riley’s History of Conecuh County, AL

Published 1881

Pages 225-233

CONECUH GUARDS

COMPANY E, FOURTH ALABAMA REGIMENT

Below is given a complete roll of this company, which was the first organized for the war in Conecuh.

It was permanently organized at Sparta, Alabama, on the 1^st day of April 1861; mustered at Sparta Depot, April 24^th, 1861; received flag from the Ladies of the county; embarked on train with the following named commissioned, non-commissioned officers and privates; mustered into the Confederate States Army at Lynchburg, Virginia, May 7^th, 1861; surrendered at Appomattox Court House, Virginia, April 9^th, 1865:

BOWLES, P.D., captain; promoted major, August 22, 1861; lieutenant colonel, September 30, 1862; colonel, October 3, 1862; brigadier commander C.S.A., April 3, 1865.

LEE, William, promoted captain from 1^st lieutenant, August 22, 1862; wounded at Gaines’ Farm, Virginia, 1862; killed at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, July 3, 1863.

McINNIS, Archibald D., promoted captain, from 1^st lieutenant, July 3, 1863; retired from wounds received at first Manassas, July 1861, and at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, July 3, 1863, and at Cold Harbor, Virginia, 1864; died in Mobile, Alabama, since the war.

DARBY, James W., promoted captain, from 1^st lieutenant, 1864; wounded at Gaines’ Farm, 1862; resides in Butler County, Alabama.

GUICE, John G., promoted 1^st lieutenant, from 2^nd lieutenant, August 22, 1862; wounded first battle Manassas, Virginia, July 21, 1861; wounded at Gaines’ Farm, Virginia, July, 1862; wounded in two places second battle Manassas, August, 1862, lost leg; honorably discharged; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

CHRISTIAN, Alfred, 1^st lieutenant; wounded second battle Manassas, Virginia, August 1862; died in Conecuh County, Alabama since the war.

TRAVIS, Mark B., 2^nd lieutenant; honorably discharged, April 1, 1861; died at Sparta, Alabama during the war.

TALIAFERRO, Charles T., 2^nd lieutenant; resigned 1862; promoted to assistant surgeon 1862; promoted full surgeon Fourth Alabama Regiment, 1864; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

STEARNS, John S., 2^nd lieutenant; wounded at Knoxville, Tennessee, November, 1863; wounded at Wilderness, Virginia, May 6, 1864; died at his home in 1880.

GATCH, Louis, 1^st sergeant; killed first battle Manassas, Virginia, July 21, 1861.

GREEN, William, 1^st sergeant; honorably discharged 1863, on election to Alabama Legislature; resides in Washington County, Alabama.

MOSLEY, Andrew J., 1^st sergeant; wounded first battle Manassas in head and arm; wounded at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, July, 1863; wounded at Chickamauga, Georgia, September, 1863; wounded at Spotsylvania Court House, Virginia, May 9, 1864; resides in Falls County, Texas.

DOWNS, George, 2^nd sergeant; killed at Chickamauga, Georgia, September, 1863.

COTTON, James, 4^th sergeant; taken prisoner at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania; remained in prison to the end of the war; died in the State of Texas since the war.

RICHEY, Robert, 3^rd sergeant; killed at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, July, 1863.

STINSON, Jasper Newton, promoted to color sergeant Fourth Alabama Regiment, July, 1862; killed at the second battle Manassas, August, 1862.

BOULWARE, Gil R., promoted to color sergeant Fourth Alabama Regiment; wounded at Fredericksburg, Virginia, September, 1862; wounded in side and arm, and right arm amputated, at Chickamauga, Georgia, September, 1863; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

SPENCE, Ingram, sergeant; recruited November, 1861; wounded at Knoxville, Tennessee, September 1863; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

CLARK, William D., sergeant; recruited November, 1861; wounded at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862; wounded at Spotsylvania Court House, Virginia, May 10, 1864; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

DUNHAM, John Q., sergeant; wounded at Chickamauga, Georgia, September, 1863; died in Madison County, Florida, 1878.

ANDREWS, James M., sergeant; wounded first battle Manassas, Virginia; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

FLOYD, Alfred H., 2^nd sergeant; recruited November, 1861; wounded at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania; July, 1863; wounded (lost leg) at Wilderness, Virginia, May 6, 1864; honorably discharged; resides in Texas.

STAHL, Louis, 3^rd sergeant; wounded and arm resected at Petersburg, Virginia, October, 1864; resides in Marlin, Texas.

THOMAS, William, 1^st corporal; killed first battle Manassas, Virginia, July 21, 1861.

BRILEY, Thomas, 1^st corporal, killed at Chickamauga, Georgia, September, 1863.

RICHEY, James, 1^st corporal; killed at Knoxville, Tennessee, October, 1863.

ROACH, Fred G., 2^nd corporal; killed at Petersburg, Virginia, April 1, 1865.

CROSBY, William S., 1^st corporal; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

THOMAS, Joseph A., 4^th corporal; wounded first battle Manassas, Virginia, July 21, 1861; wounded at Eltham’s Landing, Virginia, April, 1862; wounded at Gaines’ Farm, Virginia, 1862; wounded at Fredericksburg, Virginia, 1863; wounded at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, 1863; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

ANDERSON, W.F., 2^nd corporal; wounded at Fredericksburg, Virginia; died at Sparta, Alabama, since the war.

ROBERTSON, James, 3^rd corporal; wounded in three places at Sharpsburg, Maryland, September, 1862; wounded at Wilderness, Virginia, May 6, 1864; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

ANDERSON, George, recruited in fall, 1861; killed battle Lookout Mountain, October, 1863.

AKERMAN, John, recruited January, 1865; wounded at Farmville, Virginia, on retreat from Petersburg; whereabouts unknown.

ALFORD, Artemus S., recruited January, 1865; resides in Texas.

BEARD, Blake, wounded first battle Manassas, and discharged (honorably); resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

BONNETT, J.B., wounded first battle Manassas; discharged, 1862, (honorably); resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

BETTS, Frank, returned home on sick furlough, and died in fall 1861.

BETTS, Ed., discharged in summer 1861; rejoined some other command and was killed in East Tennessee.

BLAKELY, G.W. discharged in fall 1861; run over and killed by cars since the war.

BOOKER, W.B., wounded at Chickamauga and disabled for life; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

BAGGETT, Richard, recruited in fall 1861, and died from sickness, in hospital, in the winter of same year.

BROWN, Julius, recruited in April, 1862; died from sickness, in the hospital at Charlottesville, Virginia, in the spring of 1862.

BROWN, Robert, recruited in April, 1862; died in hospital at Richmond, Virginia, from sickness.

BROWN, William, recruited November, 1861; deserted May 1, 1863.

BURK, William, recruited November, 1861; died in Montgomery County, Alabama, since the war.

CARTER, D.L., recruited in November, 1861; wounded at Suffolk, Virginia; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

COOPER, M.A., wounded at battle Wilderness, May 6, 1864; resides in the State of Texas.

CHAPMAN, Henry C., recruited March, 1864; wounded at battle Wilderness, May 6, 1864; placed on retired list; resides in Texas.

CURLEE, F.M., recruited November, 1861; wounded at Gettysburg; whereabouts unknown.

COLEMAN, Henry C., died at Richmond, June, 1862.

COLEMAN, William, recruited November, 1861; killed at battle Gettysburg, July 3, 1863.

CATO, A.J., recruited November, 1861; discharged for disability; resides in Texas.

DOWNS, Jerre, killed at battle Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862.

DANIELS, J.W., recruited 1862; wounded at Fort Harrison, 1864; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

DYAS, Thomas, taken prisoner at Knoxville, 1864; died in prison.

DuBOSE, James, killed at Chickamauga, September, 1863.

DEAN, Thomas, recruited November, 1861; deserted to the enemy at Strawberry Plains, Tennessee, 1863.

DOUGLAS, William, honorably discharged, July, 1862; residence unknown.

FOSS, Roderick, recruited March, 1864; wounded second battle Cold Harbor; resides in Alabama.

FORTNER, Richard, killed in skirmish below Richmond, January, 1865.

FLOYD, Charles, wounded at Gaines’ Farm, 1862; resides in Texas.

GARNER, Caleb, recruited April, 1862; killed at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862.

GARNER, John, recruited April, 1862; killed at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862.

GOLDSTEIN, Isadore, taken prisoner at Chickamauga; remained in prison until after the war; resides in Pennsylvania.

GANDY, Oxford, recruited November, 1861; honorably discharged July, 1862; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

GRICE, Francis M., recruited November, 1861; lost left arm at Gaines’ Farm; afterwards sutler Fourth Alabama Infantry; resides in Escambia County, Alabama.

GAFF, John, recruited November, 1861; killed at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862.

HODO, John, recruited April, 1862; killed at Malvern Hill, 1862.

HUGHES, Daniel, honorably discharged August, 1861; died during the war.

HODGES, Dr. Elias O., promoted to assistant surgeon of a Virginia regiment, 1863; died in Texas since the war.

HODGES, William, wounded at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862; taken prisoner at Lookout Mountain, 1863; died near Washington, Georgia, 1865.

HUDSON, Walker A., recruited April, 1862; taken prisoner at Hagerstown, Maryland, 1863; remained in prison during the war.

HIRSCHFELDER, Jacob, killed at Sharpsburg, Maryland, 1862.

HYDE, John D., recruited November, 1861; wounded at Gaines’ Farm, 1862, and at Chickamauga, September, 1863, and in skirmish below Richmond, 1864; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

HYDE, Joseph, recruited November, 1861; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

HENDERSON, William, resides in Georgia.

HASKINS, William, recruited April, 1862; killed at Petersburg, Virginia, 1864.

HASKINS, Isaac, recruited April, 1862; resides in Texas.

HORTON, William, wounded in shoulder and leg at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862; resides in Butler County, Alabama.

JOHNSON, William W., wounded and disabled at Gaines’ Farm, 1862, and honorably discharged; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

JOHNSTON, Augustus, recruited March, 1864; killed at Wilderness, May 6, 1864.

JONES, E., recruited April, 1862; honorably discharged for sickness in 1862.

JOHNSTON, Emanuel, recruited November, 1861; killed at Malvern Hill, July, 1862.

KING, J.O., recruited November, 1861; discharged in the winter of 1861; resides in Butler County, Alabama.

KIRK, Frank, recruited November, 1861; honorably discharged; joined the Thirty-eighth Alabama Regiment; killed at Chickamauga, September, 1863.

LITTLE, J.H., resides in Texas.

LONG, William B. killed at Gettysburg, July, 1863.

LAMPKINS, Lindsey, died at Staunton, Virginia, July, 1863.

LYNCH, Fielding, recruited April, 1862; killed at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862.

MATHEWS, William M., died in Conecuh County, Alabama since the war.

MERTINS, Julius A., recruited April, 1862, killed at Gaines’ Farm.

MOSLEY, Mason L., resides in Erath County, Texas.

MORRIS, Wiley, recruited in 1864; died in Conecuh since the war.

MORROW, William, wounded at the second battle Manassas, and wounded at Spotsylvania Court House, May, 1864; resides in Mobile County, Alabama.

MYERS, John, recruited November, 1861; wounded at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862; dropped from the roll in 1863; killed in Butler County, Alabama, since the war.

MASON, John, wounded in first battle Manassas; dropped from the roll 1862; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

McMILLAN, C.C., furloughed in 1862, and transferred to another command; resides in Butler County, Alabama.

McIVER, Evander, wounded in two places first battle Manassas, and honorably discharged September, 1861; resides in Texas.

NICHOLS, W.H.H., deserted to enemy in front of Richmond, March, 1865.

NICHOLS, John, transferred from Finnegan’s Florida Regiment in the fall of 1864, and deserted to enemy before Richmond, March, 1865.

NASH, Samuel D., honorably discharged August, 1861; resides in Monroe County, Alabama.

OLIVIA, George, recruited November, 1861; honorably discharged August, 1862; died since the war.

PEACOCK, Jesse, killed in first battle Manassas, July 21, 1861.

PERRY, Frank, deserted November, 1863.

PERRY, Owen, wounded first battle Manassas, July 21, 1861, and honorably discharged; rejoined the army, was captured, and died in prison.

PERRY, Thomas, recruited May, 1864; wounded at Spotsylvania Court House, May, 1864; resides in Monroe County, Alabama.

PERRY, Theophilus, recruited May, 1864; residence unknown.

POWELL, Ephraim, killed second battle Cold Harbor, June 3, 1864.

PERRYMAN, James, honorably discharged January, 1862, and died in Conecuh County, Alabama, during the war.

QUINLEY, William, recruited April, 1862; wounded at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862; and at Gettysburg, July 3, 1863; deserted to the enemy in 1865.

QUINLEY, Stephen, recruited March, 1863; wounded at Wilderness, May 6, 1864; resides in Texas.

RAY, Thomas E., recruited April, 1862; wounded at Sharpsburg, September, 1862; deserted to enemy 1864.

RUSSEL, David, honorably discharged December, 1861 for disability; resides in Louisiana.

ROSE, Robert, killed at Seven Pines, Virginia, May 31, 1862.

ROBBINS, John, killed first battle Manassas, July 21, 1861.

ROBBINS, Thomas, died from wounds received at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862.

ROBERTSON, Thomas, killed second battle Manassas, August, 1862.

RITCHEY, Thomas, recruited April, 1862; died in the hospital at Richmond, August, 1862.

ROBINSON, J. Mat., honorably discharged for sickness, 1862; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

STEARNS, Henry C., wounded at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

STALLWORTH, Nick, wounded at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862; honorably discharged 1862; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

STALLWORTH, W.L., honorably discharged June, 1861; for disability; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

SNOWDEN, Newton, killed at Wilderness, May 6, 1862.

SNOWDEN, William H., wounded in skirmish at Lenoir Station, Tennessee, December, 1863; honorably discharged for wounds received in 1863; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

SALTER, Mich B., wounded at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862; wounded at Gettysburg, July 3, 1863, and right arm amputated; honorably discharged; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

STALLWORTH, Jos., killed second battle Manassas, August, 1862.

STUCKEY, Buck, wounded second battle Manassas, August, 1862; killed at battle Darbytown Road, September, 1864.

STUCKEY, John, wounded at ___________; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

STUCKEY, James, recruited November, 1861; resides in Monroe County, Alabama.

STRICKLAND, James, killed first Manassas, July 21, 1861.

SMITH, Jack, recruited November, 1861; honorably discharged for disability; resides in the State of Georgia.

SHAVER, John D., recruited April, 1862; killed at Chickamauga, September, 1863.

SHAVER, Phil. C., recruited April, 1862; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

SHEFFIELD, Evans, wounded at Gaines’ Farm, July, 1862; and at Gettysburg, July, 1863; killed by falling tree in Conecuh County, Alabama since the war.

SAMPEY, Francis M., wounded at second Manassas, August, 1862, and near Farmville, Virginia, April, 1865; died in Selma, Alabama, 1874.

SAMPEY, Greenberry G., recruited May 7, 1864; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

THOMAS, James H., wounded at Seven Pines, May 31, 1862; killed second battle Manassas, August, 1862.

THOMAS, James C., recruited November, 1861; killed at Sharpsburg, Maryland, September, 1862.

THOMAS, Henry C., recruited September, 1862; resides in Texas.

TURK, Theodosius, wounded at first Manassas; honorably discharged under act of Congress, 1862.

WHELAN, Pat. S., commissary sergeant Fourth Alabama; died at Sparta since the war.

WILSON, John W., recruited November, 1861; wounded at Cold Harbor, Virginia, June 3, 1864; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

WILSON, George, wounded at Spotsylvania Court House, May 8, 1864; residence unknown.

WILKINSON, Thomas, deserted March, 1862.

WIMBERLY, Dr. Samuel H., killed at first Manassas, July 21, 1861.

WILLIAMSON, John, recruited November, 1861; honorably discharged 1862; resides in Conecuh County, Alabama.

WILLIAMSON, James, recruited November, 1861; honorably discharged 1862 for disability; resides near Brooklyn, Alabama.

WATSON, Bailey, recruited November, 1861; taken prisoner 1864, and remained in prison until the end of the war; resides in Texas.

WOOD, Rev. George A., recruited November, 1861; wounded at Gettysburg, July 3, 1863; resides in Georgia.

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Ole 100

Another memory of my precious Daddy....

Ole 100
Good morning sweet friends,
I don't know if I have shared with you all that we live near a train track now. Many people are put off by the sound of the train rolling down the track and the whistle that lets you know it's coming, but I love it..

It takes me right back to Century, Florida and the Alger Sullivan Company, that Daddy worked for all his life. He would sometimes have to go in to work on Saturday for one thing or another and amazingly, we (Donna and I) were allowed to go along.

The ole 100 was on the track out front. It gave us and every one in the area visions of how the lumber used to be delivered many years ago. It was our playground while Daddy did what he had to do, fixing some machinery that had gone bad on his day off or consulting with someone on what had to be done to fix whatever it was that had gone wrong.

Mind you, we were not irresponsible children and would never have harmed anything on that big ole Iron Horse but we made believe that we were the conductor of the train and going to see places far away. While he worked, we traveled. lol...

We would climb up on that black Horse and run to the Engineers cabin where you could see the pull for the train whistle, the place where the coal was shoveled in to keep it moving, and the old seat where the conductor could sit.

I was such a little girl when we used to do this, probably about 7 or 8 but I will always remember hanging my head out of the engine and dreaming about my hair blowing in the wind, as we rolled down the track.. lol. Donna and I would take turns being the engineer and we would hoop and holler like people did when they saw a train go by. So much fun and such great memories.

In the words of Johnny Cash, now when it starts down the track all I can hear is this song and all I can see are two little girls in our dresses climbing up on Old 100 to take a trip on Saturday:-) I hope that all of my wonderful family and friends enjoy this day as we did all those years ago.....

" I hear that train acoming, rolling round the bend, and I ain't seen the sunshine in . I don't know when".....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5Ts4M3irWM

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