MY FATHER

by Fred McCaleb

My father was H McCaleb. The H was just a letter of the alphabet and not an initial for a given name. Sometimes it was spelled Aytch. His mother, Rejina Catherine Hollingsworth McCaleb,studied the Blueback Speller (memorized much of it) at the little log schoolhouse she attended. She memorized the spelling of all the alphabetic letters, and for some reason she called my dad's first name H. My dad was born February 18, 1893 in Northeast Fayette County Alabama. His parents were James (Jim) Franklin McCaleb and Rejina Catherine Hollingsworth. Rejina's mother was a McCaleb,Elizabeth (Bet) Jane McCaleb the daughter of Andrew McCaleb. Andrew was an older brother of Alfred McCaleb. Grandpa Jim McCaleb was the son of Alfred McCaleb. So I suppose my father must have been loaded with McCaleb genes.
My father was the oldest of the Jim McCaleb family. Jim and Rejina got off on the wrong start at the beginning of their marriage. Jim and Rejina ran away to Aberdeen, Ms.to get married. Rejina's father John R. Hollingsworth didn't like Jim from the start. Jim and Rejina started farming, the mule died and the crop failed, and by that time my dad was born. Jim was faced with feeding the family. He went to Texas to make a fortune. One of his McCaleb uncles owned a ranch there. Whether he worked for this uncle I never found out. My grandmother went home to her Hollingsworth parents. She and baby H resided there until grandpa arrived back from Texas. I suppose the Hollingsworths took care of my dad and grandma for a year or two. In Texas my grandpa got lightning struck from the legs on down. The lightning knocked the tacks out of his shoes. He kept the shoes and showed them to visitors all during his lifetime. By the time daddy started to school John R. Hollingsworth had given grandma a track of woodland. Grandpa hewed out logs for a one room log house, and had cleared up some land for crops. My dad went to school at Clover Hill. Clover Hill was a church building about a mile away. The church buildings also served as school buildings at that time. Religion and learning were freely mixed. I went to that one teacher school when I was in the third grade. My dad didn't seem to accomplish much learning in school. He was left handed. The teacher tried to make him use his right hand. One of his teachers was Raymond W. Hiten. After my dad got older his father kept him out of school much of the time to help with the farm work. So his education was of a meager amount of book learning. He could write a little and read slowly. In his older days, the main thing he read was the Bible. Mr. Hiten's son Hollis Hiten told me of dad being in the school play one time. Dad played the part of the hoot owl in a tree outside the building. Hollis said dad did real well with that. I suppose dad had the equivalent of about a fifth grade education.
My dad was a farm boy during his youth. Farm families hoped to have boy babies back then. They could help their father do hard work. Grandpa tried to get as much work as possible from my dad. He had a crop to make every summer, and woodland to be cleared of trees every winter. So my dad was trained to use a cross cut saw, a chopping axe, a broadaxe, how to hoe cotton and corn,and how to plow a mule. He knew all about hitching mules to buggies, wagons, and plows. He came up in the tradition of hard work, hard knocks, and bad luck. Not much was done back then to boost his ego. He did manage to buy a fancy riding saddle by the time he was grown. He could then show off by riding his horse or mule at high speed to the church gatherings. I recollect his saddle. It finally deteriorated sometime after I was grown. Owning a fancy saddle and fast horse back in his early days was about like owning a fancy high speed sports car today. Dad's education was more of a learning by doing manual farm labor than of school learning. My dad rebelled against grandpa about the time he was grown. He and grandpa got crosswise about something. Grandpa tried to punish him. He left on a train for Texas to seek his fortune just as grandpa had done. He found a job in The Rio Grande valley as a hand on a vegetable farm. In about six months or a year he became tired of that and wrote a conciliatory letter to grandpa for money to pay railroad fare back home to Alabama. Grandpa sent enough money for the train fare, but nothing for eating. It took two or three days to get back from Texas, and dad was about starved when he got home. He then stayed home until he married my mother, Eza Etta Hallmark.
My dad was more of a sociable being than was my mother. According to Myrtle Ervin Herren, he could be talked into driving the mule wagon with Myrtle and his sister Mary McCaleb to social events. Myrtle described a bob tailed grey mule and a black mule that grandpa had. Dad would hitch the mules to a wagon and drive the girls high speed to an all day singing. Myrtle was amused at how the bob tail mule's tail flopped around as they proceeded to a gathering. Dad must have been easy prey for the girls to talk him into taking them where they wanted to go. Dad was sociable in other ways. He always liked to fox hunt and kept fox hunting hound dogs. He had many fox hunting friends. The friends would talk him into going fox hunting Saturday night. They would stay out all night listening to the dogs run the fox and tell big tales. Also they liked to brag on the dogs. My mother wasn't too impressed with this. I wasn't either. I went fox hunting one time. That turned out to be enough for me for a lifetime. My mother cooked cornbread for the dogs. The dogs were never allowed inside the house as many modern little and big pet dogs are allowed. My dad never expected to imprison his dogs. He wanted them to be free to run rabbits, bark at buggars or do what they wished at night. Dad had too many fox hunting friends. He most always tried to go to church, at least as long as I knew, each Sunday. He was biased against other religious beliefs other than his own. The best I could find out, when young, my dad got into trouble using too much alcohol a time or two. Momma said that soon after they were married, some of dad's social friends got him drunk at an all day singing. He got fined a few dollars. Momma paid off the fine. She also let him know that such behavior shouldn't happen again. Another fellow told me that his daddy and my daddy got into a fight with a black boy at some social gathering. They didn't think the black boy should be there and raised a fuss with him and hurt him. I never thought my dad was biased against the blacks. He and Dave McCollum, a black, used to cut railroad crossties together when I was a little boy. They could hue out eight in a day. The next day they would load the ties on a wagon and take them to Bazemore on a wagon and receive fifty cents apiece for the ties, thereby making one dollar a day. It was hard work, and the compensation was about as good as they could get back then. I still have the broadax my dad cut the ties with.
My dad married Eza Etta Hallmark of northeast Fayette County Alabama. She was the daughter of Samuel Winn Hallmark and Mary Roxie Eason. They were married August 15,1915 at the Hallmark parents home. Daddy had a mule and the fancy saddle mentioned earlier when he was courting momma. He lived about 5 miles from where momma lived. I guess they met at Killingsworth (Now Newriver) Baptist Church. Daddy had some Woodard first cousins that lived near the church. Grandma's sister Martha Hollingsworth married Melton Woodard, and their children were first cousins of my dad. I expect the Woodard cousins somehow made the connection.The cousin Alma Woodard and my momma were big friends. She told me that her and momma were the smartest two in the little school at Killingsworth, and that their teacher tried to get them to take the test to become qualified to teach school at that time. They didn't take the test. Perhaps they were more interested in becoming Mrs. H McCaleb and Mrs. Holly Tucker.
The children of H McCaleb and Eza Etta Hallmark were me, Fred McCaleb born September 7, 1916, Hubert McCaleb born September 28, 1919, Clancy McCaleb (a girl) born September 21, 1921, Thomas Raburn McCaleb born 27th July, 1925 and died two years later, Clara Jean McCaleb born December 26, 1930 in Lee County Mississippi, and Leroy Dewitt McCaleb born May 21, 1934. We were raised up much as my dad had been raised up. By the influence of my mother, we were never required to work many hours on the farm when school was in session. The first three children never had any transportation other than their two feet, a mule drawn wagon, and some train rides. We were required to work in the fields doing hard farm manual labor. The last two children, Jean and Leroy were almost a separate family from the first three. My dad had a Chevrolet pickup truck by the time they were grown. The truck was the only auto he ever had during his life. He paid for it mostly from an allotment from my pay while I was a soldier in WW2. The wheel of progress? had turned slightly by the time Jean and Leroy were grown. I had given them a bicycle to to get around on. So they had a little more than their two feet and the mule drawn wagon. My sister Clancy thought she was a boy, or at least she could do anything a boy could, until she was about 16. We walked across most of the county one day by 1PM to our uncle Arthur Hallmark's House. On arriving there Arthur persuaded Hubert and I to go squirrel hunting. Clancy didn't go with us on that. We walked in the woods the rest of the evening. We didn't have any trouble sleeping that night until 4AM when Arthur came shouting "last call for breakfast." It was the habit of many farmers back then to get up at 4-5 AM and get ready to go to work by daylight in the fields. The work hours were from sunup to sundown with about an hour out for lunchtime. It took most of that to get to the house, eat, and rest about 30 minutes.
Our growing up seemed mostly hardships to me. Our pleasures seemed to be mostly nonexistant. Hubert and I saved our money and bought a Sears and Roebuck 22 rifle for about seven dollars. We went squirrel hunting with that, but killed few squirrels. We practiced target shooting. I shot at many birds. I shouldn't have done that, but the birds were mostly safe. It was very rare that I ever hit one. I got pleasure out of making truck wagons. The wheels were sawed from a black gum log. We would ride the home made wagons down a steep hill in a path winding between the trees.Hubert and I had one little red wagon my dad bought us when very young. We and our friends tore it up in a month or two. Dad never bought us another toy of anykind. That was probably the nicest thing he ever did for me. I had to learn to use what few tools he owned and make things for myself. When I was young I had a click and wheel to run up and down the gravel road. The wheel was a rim off an old wagon wheel hub. The click was a stiff piece of wire with a U on one end. The U fit the bottom back of the wheel and one ran down the road making the wheel turn. Hubert, I, and our Trim boyfriends walked to a few basketball games when in junior high school. Mt. Vernon was only 7 miles away. Wayside was about 6 miles away. I don't know if that was pleasure or not. Anyhow we got our exercise. When I was young I was pretty good at climbing trees. I climbed one slim tree to about 20 feet high. It bent over with me down to about ten feet. I couldn't get back down via the tree, so I had to let drop to the ground. I bent my knees so they would have spring and landed safely. Young boys used to see how wide a ditch they could jump. I think about 6 feet wide was the best I ever did. I built a 2 seat farris wheel one time. Clancy and someone, I think Hubert, agreed to test it. Clancy landed about 12 feet up in the air with Hubert on the bottom. She sort of got shook up but got down some way, I don't know how fast. I had to write that project off as a failure. One of my most pleasurable recollections was when I was at my grandpa Jim McCaleb's house. I was about 9 years old. He was in the field plowing a mule hooked to an Avery cricket turning plow. He let me plow a few rounds and I thought I was really up in the world. No one had ever let me do that before. He had trusted me and let me do something the grown ups did all the time. I was wanting to be like the grownups. You had to set your life to the examples the grown ups provided. There was no radio or tv to let one know how ignorant the grownups were, and how to hate them. The way my grandparents picked up the news back then was by going to some neighbors house nearly every night. They would discuss their problems of the day, what they had heard about the neighbors, etc. There was no instant news back then. When someone died the neighbors would take turns staying up all night. Myrtle Erwin, my first school teacher, said she just loved to stay up with grandpa McCaleb present. He would just keep on talking, and she loved it. I never was as sociable as my grandpa McCaleb and my dad.
My dad mostly raised his family in Fayette County Ala. The first place I recollect living was on Boxes Creek. It was away from everything, even a gravel road. The school there was Skimming Ridge one teacher school. It was about 1/2 mile away. We walked a path that crossed Boxes Creek over a footlog with only one bannister to hold to. Momma's friend Alma Sherer Kizzire was the second teacher I had there. She made an example out of her son Albert and myself. We got the full round of punishments. At the time we lived there my dad and his uncle Jim Hollingsworth had a fish trap on the creek. To have a mess of fish he went to the fish trap and brought back the fish. Sometimes there was a snake in the trap. I recollect my dad having steel traps set to catch mink. Their hides were valuable to put on women's fur coats. Once in a while daddy would catch a mink, skin it, and stretch the hide over a special shaped board to dry. Then he would sell it when dried for about $4. That was cruelty to the mink family to make a little money so the socialites of New York could wear the latest style fur collar on their coat. The next place my dad took the family was a little house on his daddy Jim McCaleb's place. We stayed there a year. Our next door neighbor was Neil Sprinkle who was a county deputy sheriff. My dad liked the sport? of rooster fighting, and that was against the law. My dad ordered steel spurs for his game rooster. One of his social friends came with his rooster. They fought the roosters in one of the mule stables. They fought to the death, and dad's rooster won out. This was in sight of the deputy sheriff's house, and rooster fighting was illegal. We shared a well with the Sprinkles. The well went dry in the summer. Then we got drinking water from Grandpa's drilled well. That well had yellow mineral water in it. My mother did her washing in tubs and washpot heated water from a little stream that ran by the house. She washed when the stream wasn't muddy. There was no running water in the houses. Water was made to run by sending a boy to the well to draw a bucketfull and run back with it. My brother, Thomas Raburn McCaleb, was born at this place in 1925 and died two years later in Lee County, Miss. While at grandpa's place I went to the one teacher school taught by Mrs. Hassie Reed. She traveled to the school, from about 4 miles down the road, in a buggy pulled by her favorite horse. This was the same school house where my daddy had attended classes. He hadn't gained very much " book larnin" there. I must not have learned too much there either. I failed the third grade after moving to Mississippi where there was a better school.But Mrs. Reed was a very nice lady. In the winter of 1925-26 we moved to a place between Nettleton and Shannon,Ms. There they had excellent schools for their time. Mrs. Carter kept me in the third grade for two years. I never failed anything completely after that. The farm my dad had in Mississippi was too wet for farming most of the years. Occasionally the weather would cooperate. My brother Raburn died with membrane croup or diphtheria. Momma held him while he choked to death. All the then family had the malarial. Daddy nearly died with the malarial fever. A big hero of mine in 1927 was Charles A. Lindburg when he flew across the Atlantic in the Spirit of St. Louis. I read the Memphis Press Scimiter each day to see if Lindburg was going to make it. After that flight nearly all boys in the school got a leather aviators cap. It was good to shed the rain and to keep the ears warm in the winter. The move to Mississippi was a good thing from the standpoing of education for his three oldest children. From an economic and health standpoint it was a bad move. By 1932 daddy had had enough of Mississippi. He moved the family back to Alabama to a farm on the west side of the Luxapallila river ten miles northwest of Fayette, Alabama. Here he resided until his children had all left him and married. He died October 31st,1958. At this farm he cleared the trees from about 20 acres of land called newground. I was at the other end of the crosscut saw in much of this clearing. In this work I learned to sharpen saws. My dad was left handed and not adept at using tools to make or fix things. At this last place my father lived he was finally able to heve electricity about 1945. After electricity the children installed an indoor bathroom, a well pump for running water, and a refrigerator and electric stove for the kitchen. The family had never had any of this before. He was up in the world. His family had never had even an outside Johnny. They had to use the mule stables, high timber, or high cotton. The Sears & Roebuck catalog was used for toilet paper. Some used corn cobs that were obtained when a turn of corn (about 1 bushel shelled corn) was prepared to take to the grist mill to be ground into meal for cornbread. This sounds crude by present standards, but we were among the well to do. My dad made about $400 a year from the farm. He was too rich for me to get into the CCC camp just before WW2. We would be in super poverty now. Many people now make more than $400 in one day. My outlook on things is quaint and antiquated.
What was it like having a father like mine? I guess the way things turned out I couldn't have been luckier even if I had picked my parents before being born. My dad had some bad habits. The worst of his habits was smoking. That lead to his early death when he was only 65 years old. In his last years he had emphysema and had to do much struggling even to get a breath of air. He tried to be sociable and do what others were doing. I have never been much of a one to try to do what the Joneses are doing myself unless what they are doing sounds logical. My dad was somewhat of a tease and criticizer. He had the habit of foxhunting sometimes with his friends all night on Saturday night. I heard him and one of his foxhunting friends discussing their children one day. The friend told my daddy his children wouldn't do what he told them to do. My dad told the man he didn't have any trouble with his children disobeying. He told him he just didn't tell his children to do anything, therefore you get perfect obedience. As you can see he liked to outtalk the other fellow. He would let a traveling salesman talk his pitch an hour before telling him he wouldn't buy. At the same time if a salesman came along late in the evening he would invite him to spend the night so they could get in some talking. My dad tried to never punish his children while he was angry. He had the good habit of going to church most every Sunday. He was biased against other churches than his own. Only his could have the whole truth. Who in the population isn't biased against something? My dad never heard of psychology, but he was adept at using reverse psychology. When he gave me $2.45 for a Greyhound bus ticket to Berry College at Rome, Ga. to work my way through there, he said he expected me back home in about 2 weeks. I never showed back up until I had earned enough for the first year's tuition. I would have completely lost face if I had left and come back home. When my sister Clancy was ready to go to Berry he told her that education was no good for girls. The only thing they were good for was to have babies. That completely determined her to go to college or bust. She made a more outstanding record there than either Hubert or me. There was no welfare to go to for help in dad's day. When a family was in trouble the neighbors would help out if they knew about the need. My dad would share what little he had and could spare with another family. When we were in Mississippi he found out that Roy Williams and his two sisters were starving. My dad carried a bushel of cornmeal and some homecanned goods to the family. The family was too proud to ask anyone for help, and dad may have saved their life. When I was in my teens, I judged my dad to be sort of ignorant and making mistakes in the way he managed things. When I was older I realized he did the best he knew how with what he had. Later on I knew not to make the same mistakes he had made. Never in my life did I become disloyal to my parents or to my brothers and sisters. My daddy's ways made me want to do better. His influence never steered me in the wrong direction.
I have already mentioned dad's means of transportation: his two feet, saddle and horseback, mules and wagon and finally a pickup truck. The truck was in his last days.
Daddy's religion was Church of Christ, non instrumental type. He was more religious than momma but no better in the practice thereof. The church was the main center of social activities back then. The church building was also the school house. The preachers were self educated in the Bible. Everyone believed their interpretation of the Bible was correct. The churches were small country congregations. The members arrived on foot, on horseback, and on wagons. Mules and horses were tied to trees in the woods around the church buildings. Sometimes a dog came along and came in the building during services. The big events were the Big Meetings held by a preacher in August after the crops were "laid by." The preacher generally got a few conversions during the meeting. Baptizing was in a nearby river or pool. The big events were the "all day singings." All types of people attended the singings. Singers all tried to do their best and make a joyful noise unto the Lord. Many people stayed outside never going into the house. Sometimes there was a whiskey bootlegger around selling liquor to the outsiders. It was not unusual for someone to get drunk. At noon a dinner was spread on a on the ground or in the back of a wagon bed. Some people labeled these singings as "an all day singing, dinner on the ground, and the Devil all around." As mentioned before, my dad got mixed up with the alcohol devils at least once during his early life. People of other beliefs and people with no belief or principle at all came to the singings. I suppose something of a religious nature rubbed on to many of the attendees. The churches had singing schools in the summer when crops were laid by. I went to one or two singing schools. There I learned a little about music, but didn't learn how to sing. My dad never learned anything about singing. I suppose it was not in the McCaleb genes until it got to my daughter Bettie Dawn McCaleb Boswell.That must have come from her mother's family. Part of them couldn't sing either.
How did my dad manage his economic affairs? That was easy. He had nothing to manage. His average income was about $400 per year. He grew most of the things the family ate. He grew enough sorghum cane to make about 30 gallons of molasses. He generally raised 3 fattening hogs so we could have meat and lard. He had a cow or two to furnish milk. He had chickens running all over the place to furnish eggs and fried chicken. He was a squirrel hunter and killed squirrels to eat. He also killed rabbits until they said the rabbits were infected with somekind of disease. At the first place I recollect living he had a supply of fish from the illegal fishtrap. There was no lawn mower. The chickens mowed the yard. We went barefoot in the summer. Sometimes I stepped on a black chicken manure dropping and squished it between my toes. Grandpa Jim McCaleb loaned the money to buy the place. Dad never was able to get all that paid. With his $400 income he bought flour, cloth for women's dresses and men's shirts, two pairs of denim ovralls per boy per year, one pair of shoes per year for the winter, sugar, salt, pepper, soda, spices, coffee etc. The corncrop supplied cornbread for the year and fed the mules for another crop. He had several stands of bees to make honey for the family. He spent part of the $400 for smoking tobacco. That was a shame, but people have to have their nicotine and freedom to die early. We were rich and never starved, luckily. One summer his money gave out. He told us we would have to eat cornbread for breakfast until the crops were sold. My mother and I agreed. Eating cornbread for breakfast was a loss of face for him. He went to the Raymond Harris store in Winfield and they credited him with a barrel of flour for the summer. My dad managed his affairs on what one might call nothing in the way of income. If you don't have an income you have to figure ways to get along without one. That he did. He never believed in credit. I never believed in credit either. Maybe I learned at least that much from him. He had a good credit rating among the local merchants, but never used it unless real hard up.
My dad's attitude toward his brothers and sisters wasn't too good. His oldest sister Mary McCaleb married Lonnie Box. Lonnie did some moonshining and liquor peddling. We drove up to Lonnies in the farm wagon to visit when I was young. I recollect Lonnie giving me a sip of whiskey on one occasion. I reckon dad loved his sister Mary but thought she had married the wrong man. The Boxes were better off financially than our family. When we visited them one time in 1925 Lonnie had a brand new T-model Ford touring car. He took us for a 3 or 4 mile ride. That was my first automobile ride. Daddy would never engage in any shady operation to make money. He remained a financially poor man all his life but rich in other ways. My dad's brother Walker McCaleb when a young man got drunk and into a fight with another drunk. The drunk cut Walker with a knife. Walker lost the use of one of his arms. Dad thought grandpa and grandma always gave Walker preferential treatment by giving him more assistance than they did dad.Walker was the only one of that family that went to high school. There was a boarding high school at Eldridge, Al. Walker went a year there. Whether dads idea of unfair treatment was justified or not I could never tell. My dad loved his sister Verla McCaleb better than the rest. He was dissatisfied that she married Louie Roby when she was only about 14 years old. Louie seemed like a real nice sociable man. His sociability got him mixed up with drinking and drunks. One of his friends killed him and threw him out beside the road sometime in the 1950s. Then Verla raised three nice Roby boys. Her son Roland and his wife are teachers at Hubbardville High School. Verla was a very nice lady and is still living at age 85 in 1995. She had a very hard life and lived more years than any of my dad's family. All the rest have already gone on to the Great Beyond.
My dad made a living by farming. The methods used were crude by comparison to modern ones. Mulepower and manpower were the power sources. The land was broken with turning plows pulled by a mule and operated by a boy or man and sometimes a girl. Corn and cotton stalks were cut,in the spring, by a stalk cutter pulled by 2 mules. The land to be planted to cotton or corn was first middle busted. Then guano from South America was put in the furrow and covered by listing a row with a turning plow. The guano was strowed by hand through a funnel held by the left hand and the right hand put the guano through the hand distributor from a bag on the shoulder. After the rows were made a section harrow was dragged over the tops of 3 rows at a time with 2 mules pulling the harrow. After the rows were prepared, a mule drawn planter was used to plant the cotton or corn. If too much rain came after the seeds came up the crab grass would grow faster than the cotton or corn. The women of the family or younger members did the back breaking hoeing. Farmers finally learned to plant the corn in a furrow instead of on top of the row. That way, if the corn grew faster than the grass, a plow or hoe could be used to cover the grass instead of digging it up. My dad never seemed to learn any of the shortcuts of farming. We generally did things the hardest possible way. There were no pesticides being marketed at that time. They did have paris green for the potato bugs in the garden. In the fall of the year the corn was pulled by hand and thrown into heaps. Then the heaps were picked up and thrown into the bed of the farm wagon and hauled to the corncrib at the barn. The corn crop was used for corn meal for the family and to feed the mules to make another crop, and to feed the hogs to make them grow large to have meat for the family. The cotton was picked by hand into long ducking picksacks that drug behind the picker. Some people could pick about 240 pounds of cotton in one day. I never did pick more than 150 pounds a day and not that much too often. About 1400 pounds of cotton was picked and emptied into a tall wagon bed and pulled to a ginn by the mules to get into a line and wait your turn for the seed cotton to be ginned into a 500 pound bale of cotton. A bale of cotton during the depression sold for as low as $25. The seeds were swapped for cottonseed meal and hulls to be fed to the cows. Enough cotton seeds were kept for next year's planting. The above is not a full coverage of everything that went on, but gives some idea. The cow and horse manure in the stables was hauled to the garden spot or a field where the land was poorer. We raised some beautiful gardens when the only fertilizer used was cow or horse manure.
What did my daddy like to do best of all? Talking maay have been his best sport. Fox hunting combined with talking would have been second or perhaps even first. He loved hunting of any type. He was squirrel hunting when he fell over dead in the woods. My dad loved hound dogs for fox hunting. He also loved squirrel treeing dogs. We once had a small black fist dog that was good at treeing squirrels. He loved all kinds of domestic animals and always treated his plow mules good. He plowed the gentle mule and let me plow the wild one. I don't know if he made his mule gentle or if I made mine wild. It was uncertin whether my mule was wilder or that I made her wilder. Anyway we were both higher tempered than dad and his mule. His mule was named Maud and my mule was named Ida. Ida didn't go for someone trying to ride her. Hubert onetime talked my sister Clancy into trying to ride Ida. Clancy soon had been thrown to the ground. Momma saw all this happening. Needless to say, she was upset. The mules we had before Maud and Ida were Nig and Nance. Nig was a small black mule, and Nance was a small brown mule. I wonder how daddy arrived at naming Nig. I would just love to have a picture of these helpers on the farm. No pictures of them were ever taken. Daddy loved to go to gatherings, church or other type. That gave him an outlet for talking. He wouldn't help momma do anything in the kitchen at home. I found out from a foxhunting friend of his that dad was appointed at a foxhunting convention to make a washpot of brunswick stew. The friend said it was the best he had ever eaten. He must have kept that secret from momma. I guess I have done my wife, Bettie Virginia Cline, that way. Perhaps some of my dad coming out in me. I guess I should say that my dad liked to tease people. I don't think that went over too well with momma.
My dad did'nt have much choice in the way of food. His favorite meat was beef. My mother hated the smell of beef. She had a pet calf during her childhood that granpa Samuel Winn (Bud) Hallmark had killed for beef. That completely turned momma against beef. She didn't want any beef in the house. Daddy would occasionally slip off to Loftis Cafe in Fayette and have a mess of beef with the turnip greens, greasy biscuits, potatoes and the gravy that went with it. The cost of a meal there at that time was 35cents. The foods at home were fried ham, backon, sausage, sorgum cane syrup, big biscuits greased with hog lard, milk with cornbread crumbled in for supper, fried chicken, eggs, gravy, cabbage, collards, beans, pumpkins, beans fresh and dried, black eved peas fresh and dried. butter for cooking and spreading on hot biscuits. Fatback was used in cooking beans, greens etc. The diet was high in fat content. That worked ok for 12 hour day manual labor in the fields. In dad's older days after he had quit being able to do much work, the fat in the diet and the nicotine from the cigarettes ruined his health. He had a heart attack in June 1958 while robbing his bees. Honey was another of his favorite foods. He loved watching the bees. He died Oct 31, 1958 while in the woods doing a favorite thing, squirrel hunting. He told me he heard the angels singing during his heart attack. He loved all day singings. Maybe he is enjoying the angels singing now.
How did daddy get along with momma? They took each other for better or for worse until death did them part. I think momma may have thought he was worse than than she thought when she married him. She didn't approve of several things he did. One thing was the little drinking he did when first married. Another thing was that he spent money for smoking tobacco when it could have been better spent for something else. He teased her about her shortcomings. I recollect him trying to teach her to swim when I was a little boy. He turned her loose in boxes creek to swim on her own. She nearly drowned. She never went swimming again with him or anyone else anytime after that. She burned her hand on the stove. He told her he had sense enough to remove his hand before it burned. At the time of marriage, she was a Baptist and he was a Church of Christ member. He tried during his life to make a Church of Christ member out of her. He never changed her beliefs during her lifetime. She never changed his habits, unless it was his amount of drinking, during his lifetime. Momma had a very hard life milking cows, hoeing cotton and corn fields, cooking on a wood stove, doing the washing by hand with outside wash pots, tubs and washboards. The modern woman wouldn't put up with what she had to do, not even for a 2 week period. Momma stuck with daddy till death did them part, and she missed daddy very much after he was gone. She thought she had a great life together with daddy. The worst she ever did daddy was to refuse to cook him any beef. She would cook fried chicken when the preacher was coming for dinner. We would wait and be the last to eat which was generally the wings. Momma lived 22 years after daddy died. Maybe not eating beef was good for her. Or, could she have thrived on hardships? Don't expect to change your husband or wife very much after you have married them. They will remain the same at best, or maybe even get worse.
My dad got along with the neighbors just fine. Sometimes he talked about what was wrong with them, but he never actually got into fights with them. When the neighbor in Mississippi built a levee around dad's place there to keep the water from getting on the neighbors place, dad decided to sell the land and go back to Alabama. Dad may not have stood up for his rights as much as he should. One of my dad's neighbors in Al. was Thomas Dodson. Thomas was a Primitive Baptist and dad Church of Christ. My dad loved to argue religion with him. They would tell each other what was wrong with each's religion. Thomas was at dad's funeral. He told me that daddy was the best neighbor he had ever had. The community put daddy in as a member of the Kirkland Jr. High school board. I always wondered why they did that since he had such little education. He seemed to be liked by most all in the community. Maybe it was because he was a sociable being.
My dad's last 3 or 4 years were not too pleasant living. He had emphysema from his smoking. On waking up in the morning he had to cough for quite a while before he could get a good breath of air. He had been unable to do hard work on the farm for quite some time. He was renting the farmland to someone else. Before that he had sold the mules. He and my youngest brother Leroy had gone together and bought a John Deere tractor. Soon after getting the tractor, Leroy had been drafted into the army. I think they made a crop or two with the tractor. I think daddy got someone else to run the tractor while Leroy was in the army. When Leroy got back he soon married Laeuna Duckworth. Daddy and Leroy's farming was over. He rented the place from then on till death. During this time the fat clogged his arteries, health fell off fast until his death. He did have the pickup truck during his last days. Jean and Leroy were able to drive him around in that. Dad learned to drive the pickup himself in his older days. He didn't get very proficient, I don't think. But he did have transportation besides his 2 feet and mules.

Phillips Family Cemetery

Copied to computer by Fred McCaleb


Wakefield, G. W - B. Dec. 14, 1804 - D. July 11, 1802

Wakefield, Nancy Mahala, wife of G W. Wakefield - B. Nov. 2,1814 -D. Jan. 6, 1891

Phillips, F. L. - B. Dec. 14, 1847 D Aug. 30, 1922

Phillips, Donia - B. Sept. 14, 1853 D. Jan. 28, 1943

Blount, Emma Hallmark, wife of Henry F.Blount - B. Dec. 16, 1901 D. Nov. 2, 1927

Hallmark, S. W., father - B. July 10, 1856 D. Apr. 15, 1928

Hallmark, M. R. mother - B. May 15, 1866 D. Oct. 14, 1938

Dozier, Ada B dau. of C.H. & W.E.Dozier

Phillips, J.R. - B. Nov. 27, 1845 - D. Apr. 14, 1917

Phillips, Nancey E. - B. Aug. 25, 1862 - D. Oct. 1, 1942

Phillips, John & Nancy - B,.

McCollum, Mary - B. July 22, 1852 - D. Jan. 16, 1906

Eason, Betty - B. 1836 - D. 1912

Eason, Moses - 6, 1832 - D. 1914

Dozier, W. E. - B. 1875 - D. 19_____

Dozier, C. H, - B. 1872 - D. l943

Earnest, Susie Hunt - B. Aug. 23, 1903 - D. Nov. 12, 1954

West off Byler Rd. north of Carbon Hill Rd. - Copied: H. &J,N, Mar. 21, 1959

Following is an update of the Phillips Cemetery done by Fred McCaleb June 25, 2000

John and Nancy Phillips scratched on a real old marker

Hallmark, Arthur April 28, 1894-Aug. 27 1973 Pfc US Army WW1

Hallmark, Nannie Lee Harkins Oct. 30, 1904-Apr. 15, 1997

Johnson, Katie July 21., 1915-May 15, 1966

Johnson, Ruben Nov. 28, 1910-May 16, 1992

Johnson, Doyal Drtti Feb. 4, 1936-------------

Johnson, Nora S. Jo Ann June 10 1933-June 11, 1990

Dozier, Grover C. 1899-1963

Dozier, Gracie N. Feb. 15, 1901-Nov. 5, 1975

Left grave unmarked

Silman, Eula Mae Dozier June 13, 1918-May 16, 1975 Resting in peace

Lowe, “Little Simon” David Ray Dec. 12, 1946-Mar. 27, 1971

Lowe, “Mama Smokie” Helen Gracie July 25, 1924-Dec. 3 1971



TUCKER FAMILY CENETERY

Lawrence, Margaret E. - B. Dec. 26, 1870 - D. Feb. 17, 1941

Tidwell, A. J. - B. Dec. 15, 1820 - D. Oct. 26, 1920

Tidwell, Margaret, wife of A.J.Tidwell - B. July 22, 1823 - D. July 20, 1867 July 20, 1887

Buice, Martha A. - B. Mar. 12, 1849 - D-. Apr. 29, -1927

Tidwell, S. P. - B. Jan. 20, t844 - D. Jan. 17, 1928

Tidwell, Gracy J., wife of S P. Tidwell - B. Oct. 22, 1854 –D Aug. 16, 1924 D. Aug. 16, 1924

Tucker, W, T. - B. June 15, 1880 - D. Nov. 29, 1925,

Heathcock, Willis Leon, Inf. Son of Mr. & Mrs. Pervy Heathcock 1930 1930

Sparks, Elvira - B. 1825 - D. Aug. 13, 1897

Sparks,William B. Mar. 31, 1821 - D. July 25, 1893

Sparks, Phelix B. Apr. 5, 1906 - D. Aug. 4, 1915

S.parks, Alice B. Marr. 6, 1900 - D. Oct. 17, 1900

Sparks, Mary F. - B. Jan. 31, 1891 - D. Apr. 4, 1891

Herren, Aaron - B. May 15, 1835 - D. July 13, 1915

Herron, Mary A., mother - B. Mar. 29, 1841 - D. Apr.25, 1932

Shaw, William - D. Jan. 14, 1956 - 18 Yrs. 5 Mos. 11 Days.

Shaw, Martha Alice - B. Jan. 28,- 1869 - D. June 10, 1909

Shaw, Lula M., dau. of J.M. & M.A,Shaw - B. Dec. 7, 1898 - D. Sept. 7, 1909

Whitehead, Mary 0. - B. Aug. 20, 1878 - D. Sept. 17, 1878

Whitehead, Mary J., wife of G.W.Whitehead - B. Feb.25,1846 -D. Aug. 20, 1878

Whitehead, James - B. Feb.17, 1877 - D. Mar. 13, i877 '

Tidwell, Sarah, dau. o,f A.J. & M.E.Tidwell - B. & D. May 22, 1862

Sparks, Susan - B. 1841 - D. 1888

Sparks,T. -B. July 25, 1847 - D. Dec. 25, 1913

Tucker, Samuel, son of G.W. & Arrenie Tucker - B. Apr. 17, 1892-D.Oct.12,1893

Kelley, Margret - B. July 15, 1877 - D. Oct.-1900

Tucker, Irena - B. July 25, 1855 - D. Oct. 30, 1923

Tucker, G, W. - B. July 8, l848- D. Jan. 31, 1934

Sparks, Clara Nobe, dau. of J.H. & E.L.Sporks - B.May 4,1913 -D. Feb.28, 1916

West of Byler Rd, North of Carbon Hill Rd. - Copied: H. & J.N, - Mar. 21, 1959

Killingsworth or New River Cemetery, Fayette County, Alabama

By: Fred McCaleb
Hallmark, G. T.Harkey, mother -.b Feb. 22, 1866 - D. Jan. 6 1948
Hallmark W. H., father - B. Apr. 1, 1856 - D. Nov. 1, 1937
Woodard, Vester C. - D. July 21, 1958 - 66 Yrs. 6 mos. 21- Das. B Dec. 31, 1891
Flora L. Woodard b Feb. 15, 1896------May 4, 1964
Woodard, Stephen - B. May 21, 1835 - D. Feb. 5,. 1908
Woodard, Mrs. E. J., wife of Steven Woodard - B.Mar.16,1835 D. Dec.31,1921
Woodard, J. T., father - B. July 29, 1870 - D. Mar. I1, 1934
Woodard, Julia, mother - B. Mar. 20, 1875 - D. Apr. 28, 1940
Woodard, Martha J. - B. June 8, 1865 - D. June 6, 1941
Woodard, William Melton - B. Mar. 27, 1866 d. Apr. 21, 1939
Woodard, William Edward - B. Feb. 1, 1897 D. Sept. 11, 1936
Cannon, Terrell F., Jr., son of Terrel F. & Alma Cannon - B. 1929 D, 1942
Mayfield, Inf. of W.E. & M.J Mayfield - B. & D. Apr. 25, 1912
Mayfield, Inf. of Ed & M.Mayfield - B. & D. Jan. 27, 1924
Hallmark, J. M. B. Jan. 18, 1855 - D. June 6, 1916
Depoister, Susan B. Nov. 18, 1842 - D. Oct. 21, 1897
Depoister, R. J. S. Dec. 3, 1880 - D. Oct. 14, 1897
Woodard, Harold A. - B. Nov. 23, 1928 - D. July 2, 1930
Woodard, Floid, Inf. Son of John H. & Sallie Woodard - B.Sept.19,1892-D.Jan.1,1893
Woodard, Etta E., dau. of John H. & Sallie Woodard - B. Mar. 13,1896 -D. Sept. 23, 1913
Woodard, Sallie E. - B. Dec. 2, 1862 - D. Apr. 5, 1934
Woodard, John H. - B. Apr. 4, 1861 - D. Jan. 20, 1915
Woodard, Mamie S. - B. 1888 d 1955
Fowler, J. R. - B. 1871 - D. 1943
Fowler, Inf. of J.R. & S.J.Fowler - B. 1898 - D. 1898
*Killingsworth, Arms of James Samuel - Fingers of James Monroe 11:45 A.M. Friday
Oct. 19, 1903 - Cotton Gin
Killingsworth, The Son of J. M.. Killingsworth
Wedgeworth, Mrs. S. J. B. Oct. 4, 1814 - D. Feb. 14 -1887
Killingsworth, Mollie B. Dec. 5, 1869 - D. Jan. 1, 1936
Killingsworth, Charlie L. - B. Mar. 15, 1872 - D. Aug. 15, 1956
Killingsworth, Freeman - b. Aug. 6, 1830 - D. Aug. 14, or 24, 1883
Killingsworth, N\artho M - B. Dec. 11, 1813 - D 0 July 22, 1892
Killingsworth, James - D. Oct. 24, 1883 - Age 81 Yrs.
Wakefield, J. M. - Co. K. 4 Ala. Cav. - C.S.A. - B. Apr.12,1846 -D. Aug. 8, 1920
Mayo, James M. - B. Jan. 6, 1904 – D. Mar. 21, 1904
Bodds, Elizabeth - B. Aug. 30, 1827 - D. Feb. 22' 1889
Dobbs, J. H. B. Apr. 5, 1822 - D. July 2, 1899
Dobbs, Albert B. Oct. 13, 1835 - D. Mar. 16, 1912
Parker, J.H.M . - B. May 22, 1811 D. Aug. 31, 1893
P_____, S.M.F.- B. Apr. 15, 1879 D. Nov. 23, _____
Hoket, Mary A. B. Apr. 17, 1873 - D. 19_
Hoket, James C.B. Jan. 20, 1941 -
Sherer, Mary Lea B. Sept. 30, 1905 - D. Nov. 2, 1914
Dozier, Adeline B. 1840 - D. Aug. 7, 1906
Roby, M. M. wife of T.L.Roby - B. May 16, 1852 - D. Mar. 3, 1932 - mother
Roby, T. L. - B. Sept. 29, 1849 D. Dec. 22, 1898 ?
Roby, J. R. - B. Feb. 10, 1889D. Oct. 15, 1898
Roby, Noah - B. & D. Aug. 1897
Roby, bleiv. - B. & D. Aug. 1875
Hunt, Floyd A. - B. 1912 - D. 1956 - Ala. Pfc. 99 General Hosp. World War II (B. Sept. 2, 1912 - D. Oct. 11, 1956)
Killingsworth, Emma - B. 1879 - D. 19_
Killingsworth, Henry A. - B. 1876 - D. 1956
Killingsworth, H. K. - 80 Yrs. 4 fi\os. 23 Das.
Eason, Miss h\innie 6, - D. Jan. 3, 1959 - 86 Yrs. 2 Mos.
Killingsworth, W. J. - B. July I1, 1840 - D. Oct. 21, 1918
Woodard, Lewis F. - B. 1898 - D. 1952
Johnson, Sam E. - B. 1896 - D. 1958?
Johnson, Velma - B. 1894 - D. 1955
Johnson, Bethel - B. 1899 - D. 1952
Pickle, Minerva, mother - B. June 6, 1877
Pickle, A. J., father - B. Aug. 8, 1867 - D. Sept. 16,1942
Stubblefield, Sherrel Deann - B. Sept. 22, 1957 - D . June 13, 1956
Killingsworth, Mary , wife of W.O.Killingsworth - B. Sept. 6,1858-D.Nov.18,1883
Kelley, Dau. of J.E.O. & May Kelley - 25 Yrs. 2 Mos. 10 Das.
Tidwell, E. H., wife of J.C.Tidwell, dau. of J. & Mary.Kelly - B. Oct. 31, 1846
D. Aug. 28, 1873 - 24 Yrs. 9 Mos. 27 Das.
Depoister, C. A., son of J:.R..Depoister & Susan Depoister - B, Oct. 3, 1874 - D.
Nov. 23, 1876 - 2 Yrs. I Mo. 20 Das.
Townsend, Nancy V. E. - B. Jan. 24, 1870 - D. Mar. 5, 1915
Woodard, Wiley - B. Sept. 25, 1890 - D. Jan. 16, 1948
Woodard, George C. - B. 1868 - D. 1948
Woodard, Fannie - B. 1893 ----d. 1975
Woodard, Inf. of G.C. & S.F.Woodard - B. & D. Feb. 28, 1930
Woodard, Julia C. - B. Apr. 12, 1867 - D. June 10, 1922
Allred, George R., son of A.B. & M.E.Atired - B. Jan.B,.1915 d. Apr. 28, 1916
Killingsworth, Infants of C.W. & Ada Killingsworth - B. & D. (1) Dec. 8, 1922 (2) D. April 11, 1919
Killingsworth, Ada - B. 1895 - D. 1957
Killingsworth, Claudie - B. 16§3 - D. 1953
Fowler, S. J. - B. 1879 - D. 19----
Chafin, Edie - B. Aug. 29, 1886-- D. Mar. 13, 1888
Sherer, Gilder - B. 1880 - D. 1863
Sherer, Themanda B. - B. 1872 - D. 1876
Sherer, Joel C. - B. 1878 - D. 1901
Sherer, Charlie D. A. - B. 1867 - D. 1869
Eason, J. E. - B. Mar. 28, 1859 - D. Oct. 4, 1888
Dosier, W. D., to my husband - B. Aug. 19,, 1871 - D. Sept. 7, 1909
Sherer, Inf. of I.E. & Li.ilian Sherer B. Jan. 9, 1898
Sherer, Inf. of I.E. & Lillian Sherer B. Apr. 19, 1909
Sherer, Inf. of I.E. & Lilliaa Sherer B. Aug. 15, 1912
Sherer, John M - B. June 5, 1874 - D. Aug. 24, 1907
Sherer, Lillian - B. 1880 - D. 1943
Sherer, Ira E. - B. 1876 - D. 1952
Sherer, Johnathan D. - B. Sept. 6, 1842 - D. June 23, 1911
Sherer, Mary B. - B. April 10, 1846 - D. Arp. 1, 1911
Sherer, Christine Morrison - B. Oct. 30, 1907 - D. Oct. 26, 1909
Sherer, Noses Eason, Inf. Son of Dr. & Mrs. M.E.Sherer - B. May 22,1926-D.Aug.14,1926
Hunt, George A. b. 1900 d. 1907
Hunt, Clifteon B. 1915
Hunt, Ulysses F. B. 1935 D.
Wade, F.E. B. Jan 23, 1888 D. March 19, 1888
Additions June 24, 2001
Ralph H. Hunt Aug. 2, 1909-Jan 24, 1977
Isaac Newton Hunt Aug. 26, 1979—Nov. 12, 1966
Albetrt N. Hunt Jan. 11,, 1906---Oct. 22, 1987
Howard T. Hunt Jan 1`2, 1919-------Pfe US Army World War 2
Addie Lackey Hunt July 9, 1881-----Jan 20 1966
Rebeca H. Pratt Oct. 4, 1939-----Dec. 18, 2000
Melvine Hoket Apr. 9, 1884---Aug. 20, 1970
Lucille A. Sherer Campbell July 10, 1907----------------------
Claud S. Campbell June 15, 1902------September 3, 1996
Mary A. Hoket Apr. 17, 1873-----Jan. 29, 1974
James C. Hoket September 17, 1860---Jan 20, 1941
They were the sunshine of our home but now they are at rest.
Daly F. Dodd Oct. 1901-----Dec. 27, 1978
Effie I. Dodd Apr. 20, 1896-----Nov. 8, 1976
Minnie Woodard Feb 20, 1894----Oct. 11, 1979
Robert N. Wright Apr. 22, 1928------Apr. 9, 1994
Emma L Wright Apr. 6, 1931------------------------
Mother Minerva Pickle June 6, 1877------Mar. 7, 1960
Father A.J. Pickle Aug. 6, 1867-----September 16, 1942
Lester Stephen Woodard Apr. 1, 1907------July 8, 1992 US Army World War 2
Lewis F. Woodard Apr. 25, 1898-------Feb. 10, 1952
Michael L. Garner April 28, 1956----June 19, 1975
Fenton Hallmark April 3, 1893----July 4, 1985
Ida W. Hallmark July 23, 1887------March 26, 1976 Our lives to be continued, prepare to meet us in Heaven
Bryan Woodard September 6, 1900---April 19, 1985
Louise Woodard Dec. 29. 1908---April 5, 1985 In loving memory
Thomas L. Wells April 29, 1924----June 29, 1985
Mary E. Wells June 25, 1929--------------------------------
Ector Hallmark Sept 9, 1902-----1962
Pauline Hallmark April 4, 1907------April 27, 1944
Stephen Russell Woodard September 12, 1890—June 17, 1972 Gone but not forgotten
John L. Woodard June 30, 1921---Mar. 4, 1987
Evil L. Woodard Dec. 25, 1913-----March 9o, 1954
Pearl Anderson Mother Aug. 9, 1916------Aug. 28, 1994 We miss you mother
Cora Ethyl Killingsworth 1900----------------------------
James Samuel Killingsworth 1896----1968
Terrell F. Cannon 1901-1974
Alma Sherer Cannon 1901----1977 My first one teacher school teacher at Skimming Ridge. Fred McCaleb
Kathleen Cannon Thompson 1927-----1969
Mayfield babies
John E. Woodard Nov. 20, 1943----------------------
Margaret Linda Woodard April 15, 1945----July 19, 1997
Alton N. Woodard Nov. 14, 1904----May 23, 1973
Addie J. Woodard July 18, 1907---May 9, 1981
Exie Woodard June 30, 1890----September 28, 1964
S. J. Fowler 1879-----1964
Cemetery Northeast of the Church June 24, 2001
Hubert Milton Baker Son of Lynn and Mainda Baker May 11, 1909-------May 24, 1998
Lila Bay Baker Daughter of W.T. & Mary E. Clements Aug. 7, 1912----May 29, 1998
John Stovall--------------------------
Andrew Jeffrey Stovall May 11, 1972------Sep 13, 1986
Andrew Jackson (AG) Stovall June 2, 1938-----Jan. 1, 1993
Eben Jerome Porter S1 US Navy WW2 September 20, 1926----April 25, 2000
Louise Stovall May 4, 1926---------------------------
Mary S. Aldridge June 25, 1909------May 17, 1885
Pervie B. Aldridge July 26, 1912------September 26, 1992
Bertha Tucker March 24, 1906-----May 26, 1994
John L. Tucker May 17, 1905----Aug. 31, 1970
Geraldine Sims Goram September 21, 1930-----------------
Martha Jean Sims Jenkins Nov. 20, 1927----Jan. 3, 1995
Elsie Woodard Sims April 1, 1901------Dec. 6, 1986
Arthur Sims Pfc Mg Co. 322 Infantry World War 1 Jan 5, 1895-----Feb. 12, 1965
Albert T. Stovall Mar. 7, 1917-----Aug. 5, 1989
Ruthie Mae Stovall Nov. 18, 1920-------March 18,1995 Albert was elected 7 times to Fayette County Commission, served 28 years,
Highway 13 in Fayette County named for him, a frient to all
Harold Stovall June 27, 1939--------Oct. 10, 1965 The rose still grows beyond the wall Sp4 US 53345 905 Co C 2nd Bn 13th Inf
James W. Phillips Pvt US Army World War 2 Feb. 7, 1908------September 24, 1984
Maggie McCaleb Phillips Oct. 18, 1887------Feb. 12, 1983
J. Luther Phillips Jan. 16, 1888-------March 15, 1965
Brady E. Webster Oct. 21, 1907------Oct. 14, 1981
Euna B. Webster Dec. 9, 1911----Nov. 27, 1982
Jesse E. Woodard March 22, 1885-----Aug. 9, 1969
Bettie M. Woodard May 6, 1890----Oct. 15, 1981
Russell D. Stovall June 1, 1919----Jan 7, 2000 U.S. Army ww2
William Dale Stovall , Florida Pfc Co B 35th Inf 4th Inf Div. Vietnam BSM—PH June 11, 1948----Oct. 31, 1968
Dean Stovall Nov. 26, 1927----------------------
Henry W. Miles April 12, 1892------March 3, 1972
Carrie R. Miles Feb. 21, 1898----Oct. 23, 1974
Jack Wakefield Feb. 7, 1901----Jan. 7, 1989
Ruth Wakefield Oct. 5, 1903----July 3, 1980
Arnold Woodard Aug. 21, 1916----April 1, 1981 Married October 4, 1973
Catherine N. Woodard Dec. 30, 1927------------------------------
Clifton H. Stovall Pfc Army Air kForces WW2 Oct. 15, 1913------July 23, 1972
Eldon L. Stovall MSG U. S. Airforce WW2 Korea Aug 20, 1921------Jan. 23,1979
Helen J. Stovall June 3, 1928------------------
Harold R. Walters Nov. 21, 1915------Jan 29, 1982 Pfc US Army World War 2
Frances S. Walters Oct. 20, 1914----Aug. 15, 1985
]eremy Christopher Porter Dec. 1, 1969------April 26, 1990
Rayford Porter September 28, 1922-----Aug. 5, 2000
C.Mildred Porter May 5, 1923-----Jan. 24, 1990
Billie Mareia Farris Aug. 5, 1947-----July 2, 1992
Billy Ray Foster June 20, 1939------Dec. 28, 1992 Married April 20, 1961 Ruth 1: 16,17
Geraldine M. Foster Feb. 22, 1943----------------------------
Eldon Foster Dec. 8, 1911---------------------
Lillie Foster Dec. 19,1905-------April 2, 1972
Harold Killingsworth 1925--------1988
Beulah Killingsworth 1928-------1989
Copied June 24, 2001 by Fred McCaleb No guarantee that every inscription was copied correctly. Cemetery in NE Fayette, Co. Al.
About 5 or 6 miles below Eldridge, Al. Just to right of state highway 13 where a county road crosses. The old part was transcribed from work
Done in 1959 by Herb and Jeanie Newell. Herb is dead and Jeanie said it was OK for me to copy.

The Saga of William Bauck "Bill" Looney Aka Ol' Bill Looney & Old Black Fox

Written by: Leola Looney Hessom and Wesley S.
Thompson
Submitted by: Fred McCaleb


His name was William Bauck Looney, but everyone called him
Bill, or just Ol' Bill Looney. He was born in 1827 in Lawrence
County, Alabama just along the northeast border with Winston
County, near the intercepts of Morgan and Cullman counties.
Bill was the 11th child of Moses and Mary Guest Looney, both
born in Tennessee, married in Warren County, 1807. Moses
and his brother, John came down to northern Alabama with
Andrew Jackson during the War of 1812, and when the war
was over, they returned to Tennessee and brought their families
back to Alabama, Moses settling in Lawrence County and John
in St. Clair County.

The life of Bill Looney seems to have been more or less
uneventful up until the time of the Civil War. He had left
Tennessee Valley for Winston County, and had married Senie
Ellen Penn, daughter of John Penn and wife Elizabeth Day
Penn. His just younger brother, Andreson Marion Looney (Sgt,
Company I, 1st Alabama Cavalry, USA), married Senie's sister
Nancy Emily Penn, and Anderson and Nancy also settled in
Winston County. Other siblings of Bill and Anderson Loony
married into families that had prosperous farms in the fertile
Tennessee Valley which would lead them in the direction of the
Southern Cause, the protection of "property" and enlistment in
the Rebel Army.

Henrietta Looney, daughter of Anderson and grandmother to
Leola Looney Hessom was the teller of many Bill Looney
stories about "Uncle Bill," telling these stories over and over.
Leola explains that Henrietta's versions of the stories may
"differ some that from that of Professor Thompson, but they are
substantially the same."

In 1854 Bill Looney received through the Huntsville Land
Office, a plot of land in Winston County described as the SE1/4
of the SW1/4 of Sec 2 and the NE1/4 of the NE1/4 of Sec 10 in
TS 10 S, R 7 W, on Clifty Fork about four miles north of the
town of Houston, which at that time was the county seat of
Winston. Wesley Thompson's research indicates that this was
the location of Looney's Tavern.

Wes Thompson tells of the area-wide political meeting to
discuss the secession speculation and related issues which was
held at Looney's Tavern on July 4, 1861, and he points out the
desirability of this location for such a meeting. It was near the
intersection of the Burleson and Burnham roads. Burleson
Road connected westward to the Marion County seat of
Pikesville and the Burnham Road ran northward toward
Moulton, connecting with Cheatham's Road. This meeting
would be a festive social gathering occasion. However, there
would have been no indecent behavior, as Bill Looney would
not tolerate it on his property and he had a reputation for
enforcing his standards with a shotgun. This meeting became
famous for setting the stage for several of the north Alabama
counties, centered by Winston, to take up a strongly pro-Union
stance in the midst of a sea of emotional Confederate
sympathies. This meeting was the origin of the legend of the
"Free State of Winston" and later developed into possible
consideration of creating the state of "Nicajack" (after one of
the Cherokee Indian tribes) which was proposed to unite the
pro-Union sympathy counties of north Alabama with similiar
philosophy segments of Eastern Tennessee. Of course neither
of the fledgling proposals prevailed.

Bill Looney played an important role in the history of North
Alabama during the Civil War. When it became evident that the
people of Winston County and the surrounding areas were not
going to be left out of the conflict, many men in the area
decided that if they had to fight they would do so on the Union
side. One of the problems was how to get past the Confederate
lines into the Union Army encampments. Bill Looney was the
answer to that problem for many of the hill country men.

The pro-Union sympathies were much more widespread than
many today realize. And the makeup of men who served in the
1st Alabama Cavlary, organized specifically for these pro-Union
men reflects the widespread Union sentiment among the many
north Alabama counties. In a special Alabama State Convention
of 1861, the residents of Winston County had voted 477 - nil for
a Cooperationist Platform vs. a Secessionist Platform; indeed 22
other north Alabama counties also voted for the Cooperationist
position.

Although small, being just five feet tall, Looney was a man of
considerable strength and endurance. He was thin and wiry and
reportedly could do a standing jump over his horse.

He is said to have had black hair and dark eyes. Bill was an
expert tracker and knew the woods, caves, creeks, and bluffs,
all good hiding places, in north Alabama. And when those men
who desired to join the Union Army needed someone to guide
them through the maze of hills and hollows, Looney was the
one. After the war, Colonel George Spencer, CO of the 1st
Alabama Cavalry and congressman Chris Sheats, both testified
that the "Black Fox" had piloted more than 2500 (or 500?)
Confederate deserters (or pro-Union sympathizers) to Union
lines between 1862 and 1865.

Looney became a wanted man, with a price on his head. Large
rewards were offered both in terms of money and even a
permanent discharge from service for the one who could bring
him in dead or alive. He was captured several times but in each
instance either escaped or was rescued. He became known as
"The Black Fox." This name was probably given him because
of an association with a Cherokee Chief from the Guntersville
area called Black Fox in the early 1800s (1801-1811), who also
had the English name of "John Looney" and the Cherokee
name of Enoli. Bill Looney would have been about six years old
at the time of the Cherokee Removal from north Alabama when
Chief John Looney, aka Enoli & Black Fox, was removed into
western Arkansas and eastern Oklahoma. One of Bill's great
uncles, was Captain John Looney (Revolutionary War soldier)
who was captured by the Cherokees in March 1782 on the
southern branches of the Tennessee River, and may have left
some progeny behind when he was set free after a few weeks
of captivity.

Ol' Bill Looney was captured several times by the Rebs but was
never subdued. Upon his capture at one time, Looney was
placed in the custody of two officers. Rather than place him in
confinement they decided to keep him close to themselves to be
sure he didn't escape again. They took a room on the second
floor of a hotel. The room had two beds, one for each officer.
Looney was placed on the floor, tied with ropes and the ropes
tied to the beds. When the officers were asleep, Looney
worked constantly on the ropes and finally succeeded in freeing
himself. He tied blankets together and went out the window.
Upon reaching the ground, he picked up a piece of charcoal
and wrote on the wall of the building, "The Old Black Fox is
gone again."

Bill Looney developed a survival instinct that included a "quick
on the trigger" reaction. One account by Sgt. John R. Phillips,
was that he met Looney one day in Decatur and they were to
ride together down into the hills. Just west of Day's Gap, the
party met a man (Martin Stout) known by Looney to have
Confederate sympathies. Looney drew his pistol, shot and killed
the man without passing a word and left him where he lay.
When asked why he had shot the man, Looney replied that he
was one of the Rebs that tired to hang him in Decatur. Looney
said that if he ever laid eyes on him again, he would kill him.

Further westward, Looney, Phillips, and other members of the
party stopped to rest by a branch. While at the branch, the
party received an incoming volley of fire from hidden foes
which killed party members Phillip Sutton and a Carter boy.
Looney and other members of the party scattered, leaving
Phillips and Bill Elkins to fend off the Rebs, which they were
able to do. Looney had slipped away heading for a nearby
friend's house where he would hole up for the night.

On another occasion, five of the Union sympathizers had been
captured in a raid by the homeguard and been put in the jail at
Jasper, Alabama, with the ultimatum that they had five days to
make up their minds to join the CSA Army or be shot. Ol' Bill
was named to ride to the Union camp at Decatur and plea for
cavalry assistance to raid the Jasper jail and free the imprisoned
men. So soon thereafter, Bill appeared at the headquarters of
the Federal Army in Decatuor, tired and exhausted. Looney
spoke with General Mitchell; Looney got the detachment of 26
volunteers which he sought, led by Captain Anderson Ward of
Winston County and in a lightning quick raid, the five loyalists
were set free. As the entire detachment had only 14 horses and
mules, they had taken turns riding and walking down to Jasper.
The jail was burned and the jailer Gilbert Sides was hit by a
volley of about ten shots in the back as he ran away.

After the war, many people wanted to get revenge on Bill
Looney. One day after the war, a man came to Looney to tell
him that a man named Bill Eady had been going around telling
a story about Bill. The story was untrue, Bill said and the
informant who was blaming Eady knew the charge was a lie.
Looney then went looking for Bill Eady and when he found
him, he shot him. A few nights later, a contingent of
white-robed, masked members of the Ku Klux Klan entered
Looney's home and found him in bed. When they walked up to
his bed Looney asked "Where did you come from?" One of
them said, "We came straight from Hell." Looney drew his
pistol from beneath his pillow and, pointing it at the nearest
figure, inquired, "Did you see anything of old Bill Eady? I sent
him there a few days ago." The white robed figures silently
withdrew and never bothered him again.

No one ever told Bill Looney that he had murdered an innocent
man, for they knew that to do so would ensure the death of the
informant who lied. [Some of these stories have taken on
legendary status and some variations of these stories circulate
with different circumstances or completely different people, but
with essentially the same outcome.]

Bill Looney continued to live in the general area of Winston and
Lawrence Counties. Sometime during the war, Rebels had
staked out his Tavern and waited in hiding for several days.
When he failed to show up, they burned the Tavern. He stayed
in the area at least until 1870, probably living near his family in
Inmanfield, but after that, all track of him is lost.

Although Bill Looney was never officially enlisted in the US
Army, his role was one of a "spy," scout, and recruiter, all
performed without any pay. He applied for a pension but his
application was ignored since he had never officially enlisted. In
1867, congressman Chris Sheats, led a petition drive which
resulted in Bill Looney receiving a Congressional Citation and a
small pension by action of the 40th US Congress, 3rd Session
on February 8, 1869. This action was reported in the
Congressional Globe on May 12, 1870 pages 3430-3431. This
citation/pension effort was aided by the signatures of some 196
fellow fighters or sympathizers of the Union cause, including a
large number of officers of the 1st Alabama Cavalry.

It is told by some relatives that he went to Memphis, Tennessee
where one of his sisters was living. He and wife Senie Ellen
Penn Looney had a family of four children: Henry, Mary,
Anderson, and Sarah. After leaving Alabama, the family seems
to disappear with no trace. One rumor is that Ol' Bill the Black
Fox was finally outsmarted somewhere over in Mississippi, with
some indication that a man from Winston or Marion County
named Hyde had tracked him down and was instrumental in the
hanging of Bill Loony for injustices done during the war.
Perhaps this rumor is true but one almost has to believe that the
hero/villain that Old Black Fox had become, escapted with his
family into self-imposed silence. The spirit of the courageous,
resourceful, crafty, vengeful Old Black Fox lives on today in the
annual summer-long performances at the Looney's Tavern
Theater held just east of Double Springs, Alabama, on a hill-top
overlooking Looney's home - the "Free State of Winston" and
the larger province of "Nicajack." To this day Old Black Fox
can continue to be seen slipping silently through the "hills and
hollars" of his native land, leading a good neighbor to freedom,
to take up the valliant cause of the Union - forever.

CHRISTMAS LETTER 2003

by
Fred McCaleb

This is to wish everyone a merry Christmas and happy new year. We haven’t done any traveling past Fayette and Winfield, Al. Which are ten and twelve miles away. I am 87 years old and hope to make it to 88. So will write a little about my passage through life.

I was born in 1916 in the brushbroom area before the use of lawnmowers to cut the grass. A family trying to have their yard looking good on Saturday would have it swept with a dogwood brushbroom. The husband or grandparent had this done with sons or grandsons if they were around. Chickens had the grass already eaten and there was just chicken manure, trash and the ground to sweep. The chickens laid eggs for the family to eat and to swap to a peddler or country store for salt, soda, matches and other little things.

The fastest way of travel was by T Model Fords that cost $400-500 but only very few of the well to do had them. They had to be driven on a dirt road and got stuck if it came a rain. John Tyler McCaleb had one before 1916 but had to use mule or horse power to keep it unstuck. Our family’s fastest way of travel was walking or by mules and wagon. For distant travel the passenger train was available but we didn’t have much money for that. The wagon roads were all unnumbered and graveled and the streams had to be forded instead of crossing on a million dollar bridge.There were narrow wooden bridges across the big streams that cost $500 or less to build. Every land owner that couldn’t pay road tax was required to work on the road several days a year. All our able bodied ancesters helped build roads.

My schooling was in a one teacher church schoolbuilding until 1925. The transportation to school was walking. At the Skimming Ridge school there was a one bannister footlog that spanned Boxes Creek that my dad and Ector Killingsworth had constructed. I never fell off of it but one of my cousins Ola Killingsworth fell just at the edge of the water and skinned her head. The second one teacher one was Clover Hill through half the third grade. That was in the fall of 1925. We moved that year to between Nettleton and Shannon, Ms. And they had a good school there. I failed the third grade under Mrs. Carter. I never failed a grade level after that. We had to walk to school at Shannon. We walked on until 1931 when we moved back to west Fayette County, Al. The toilets were outside. One for the boys and one for the girls in a different direction.
Some of the playthings we had back then was a click and wheel. The wheel was a rim off wooden hub of wagon and the click was a U bent in a heavy wire to make the wheel roll. I had right much fun with that. I tried to do everything my dad did include cut with a chopping ax. Nearly cut the end of my little finger off with that. My dad let us use any of the tools he had and that made me glad. Had to make most of my toys except one little red wagon. It tore up in a month or two and my dad never bought any more toys for me. My grandpa let me plow with a turning plow pulled with his mule when we lived there in 1925. I thought that was the greatest thing I had ever done. There were radios around in the late 1920s but we didn’t own one. My mother did her washing once a week with two tubs and a washpot to heat the water. She got the water from a branch at Grandpa McCalebs when the water was clear. That was a hard job for her. There was no electricity or automatic washing machine and dryer. We had what had been an artesian well in Ms. Which provided good clear water. It had a pitcher pump to raise the water. There was a small water branch that ran between our shack and the well. I was riding one of our mules to water her. Something stung her and she threw me into the water in the branch.

Health care was sort of crude in the 1920s and 30s. My mother was our main doctor. She had a remedy for everything. Some of it must have worked on me or I had plenty of resistance or something. If you took pneumonia though you were a goner most of the time. My grandpa Hallmark died with it in 1927. I recollect being there and his son Arthur trying to give him some sort of medicine. He was already too weak to take it and died the next day. There was no penicillin or sulfa drugs at that time. My little brother two year old Raburn died with membrane croup the same year. He just choked out and couldn’t breathe. Her nursing sister died in Fla. That same year. Things were very sad that year for mother. My brother Hubert didn’t want to go to school at Clover Hill at first. My mother gave him a dose of castor oil and he never got sick at school again. So some of her remedies worked.

The past was an entirely different scene from the post WW2 area. The family got electricity about 1946 or 47. Radios, refrigerators, and electric lights were available to replace the kerosene. Farm tractors replaced mules over the next 20 years. The price for one went from $2000 to around $100000 by 2000. Only the wealthy or credit worthy man can even start to farm now. The small farms have almost totally disappeared. Most of the farmers prior to WW2 grew thier own food with a pair of $300 mules. They made $400 to $500 per year but at least they ate during the great depression. How will they fare during a similar depression? This question worries me.
Fred McCaleb

More of Nick Morris Diaries by Fred

Nick Morris Diary Necrology 1913-1930 by Fred McCaleb

1913 June 19 Mrs. Butler

1914 Feb. 21 Reedy Boz
28 Josie Davis baby died
Mar. 2 George Wakefield
3 Josie’s baby 10 days old died
April 2 D. C. Whitehead
2 Mrs. Emma Ehl

1915 Jan. 24 Emma Williams Dau. Born
July 16 Made coffin for Gen Davis
Sept. 16 Babe of J. R. Hiten died
30 Dau. Born to Lane & Cora Morris
Nov. 20 Helped bury Tim McCaleb’s little girl

1916 April 15 George Kelly

1917 Oct. 31 J. Jones Haney
Dec. 21 Fred Ervin Friend of my dad. I may have been named for
Jan. 22 Mrs. Minda Harkness
May 12 Helped bury Larry’s baby
April 8 Mrs. Wiley Hollingsworth
12 Frank Smith of Okla.
Aug. 11 George Caddell

1918 Feb 1 D. M Harkins
D. M. Patterson
June 1 Mrs Sam Clark
18 Helped bury Lonzo White
Lonzo Baby Buried
12 Mrs Sam Clark
Oct 12 Helped make coffin for George Grigg
12 Bage Caddell
Dec 13 Don Sprinkle

1919 Feb 10 J. R. Anthony
June 15 Mary Guess

1920 April 14 Mrs Weavers baby
July 19 H. S. McArthur
Dec 11 J. J. Jones

1921 Jan 1 John E Tucker
Feb 30 W. A. Lee
1921 May 16 G. D. Wakefield
July 28 Baby born to Zilpah Clark
Aug 8 Mc Baby buried
15 Kilby & Vergie Corpreys baby
Oct 15 Hassie Nichols
31 G. W. McDonald

1922 Jan 16 Old lady Gann
Mar 11 Ras Tidwell
May 7 Son Born to Cora Morris
Sept 30 Isaac Perry
Nov 15 Nick Whitehead
1 Shirley Artory ?

1923 Feb 25 Tinie Had boy last night
Apr 1 Bud Williams
Aug 7 J. B. Whitehead of Brilliant
July 2 President Warren G. Harding of Ca.
Aug 7 Mrs Don McDonald
Nov 24 John M Barnes
Dec 25 Mrs Icy McCaleb
12 May McDonald from falling tree

1924 Jan 30 Lois Anthony
Feb 20 Mrs Pender
2 Woodrow Wilson
Mar 15 Frank Tidwell
Apr 19 Mrs W. W. Kelly
26 Mrs Sophia Walker
June 21 Mrs Ann Haney
3 Alex McCaleb
Nov 7 Mary Whitehead

1925 Feb 26 Josie Davis
June 5 James E. Early Bham.
Oct 31 Henry Aldridge
Nov 20 Joe Wakefield
22 R. P. Caine died in Fayette

1926 Feb 16 Helped bury Ethel Whitehead
27 Helped Make coffin for Miss Annie Phillips
Mar 7 Mr. Pierce Hubbard
4 T. D. Davis Married
April 13 Bettie Smith died
May 4 Car wreck killed someone
June 4 H. B. Moore in Tex.
1926 July 4 Mrs Wakefield by lightning
5 Susie McDonald died last night
Ervin Whitson electrocuted (no Date)
27 Tim McCaleb died ( I ate My first grapefruit at Tims)
Oct 4 Conley Berry died 3 AM

1927 Jan 21 Myrtice McCaleb died
May 10 J. F. Whitehead
Aug 11 Ruth died this am
Oct 9 Babe of Mrs. John Norris

1928 Jan 21 J.F. Aldridge dies
Feb 2 Rhinalda Jones son died
23 W.H. Billy McCaleb died at noon
April 28 J. R. Baccus
May 7 Bashie Perrys funeral
Aug 18 Ida Harris
19 Ida and babe buried
Oct 5 Josie born+

1929 Jan 25 Senator O. W. Underwood
June 17 J. N. Sprinkle died suddenly
July 8 J. T. Box
Aug 13 J. M. Haney at Haleyville
28 Lillie Roby
Oct 29 Rosalee Ervin I believe lst buried White’s Chapel
29 Preacher J. M. Wade
Nov 24 Sandy Flippo
Dec 23 Joe E McDonald
20 Roy Elliott

1930 Jan 4 Mrs O. C. Dobbs
Mar 23 Nick Morris (Author Went to Jasper Hospital diagnosed
With prostrate cancer by Dr. Hollis of Winfield and that’s all he wrote. Said
he
was there 2 wks. He must have got back home unable to write. Don’t know when
he died. I was glad to bring his deaths up to 1930 as he hadn’t done that. I
guess
he hoped to live many more years much as people today do. I didn’t know the
last names of some of the ones he called by first names. He would have done
better

He lived up to the main entrance to the high speed auto ago. His wife and
daughter hade a ride to Berea Church in sons 2 door Ford Sedan. He had helped
paint a Ford truck or two and son had wrecked one truck. He had driven a
delivery truck for a company he worked for. Dr. Barsele was one of the dentists
back then. They didn’t patch teeth back then. If it got infected and hurting
the
remedy was to extract. Dentists were feared. Dr. Green Was another Dr. which I
don’t know what kind. He saw an airplane pass over. I saw one of the early
dare devil sort of planes fly at Winfield in cow pasture while at Winfield
High School. They flew upside down and every other way imaginable. A big cotton
mill was built in the pasture and it moved to a foreign country 10 or 20 years
ago. Nick attended all political rallies and elections. He was interested in
the school at Glen Allen, helped build it and upkeep , took census of students
that would attend. He and family went mainly to churches at Berea, Elam, and
Clover Hill. Went a few times to White’s Chapel, to New River, to
Hubbardville, to Glen Allen and to the black church above Bazemore. Many of the
times he would tell who was preaching. He hardly ever went many times to same
church before trying another one.

He and my grandpa’s brother Bird McCaleb visited at least once a week.I never
did figure out why. Bird didn’t work at toiling or do any for Nick. Nick must
have gone for advice or to sell Bird something like making out mortgages for
him. Bird’s children helped Nick pick cotton and do other things. A. C.
Alfred McCaleb later lived somewhere near Nick

Cotton sold for 5 1/2 c per lb in 1909, 7c lb 1914, 12C 1912, up to about 20c
1918, up a little in 1920 and down to about 5c in depression days of 30s. It
has been above 60c per lb in the 1990s and later. Sort of slumps very badly
with depressions.

Nick stripped cane, made molasses, pulled fodder, gathered corn and picked
cotton in the fall until the last years of his life. Early in the spring he
broke up land the old fashioned way with mules and turning plows. Women and
children hoed millet, corn, cotton and garden. They also fed mules, slopped the
hogs, milked cows. Nick got to where he helped his wife wash the clothes in his
last. His wife seemed to go places to visit on her own.

I will try to mention some of the places he went to store and to mill. They were
Hollingsworth store, William Ervins shop to help make coffins, to stave mill in
Glen Allen to work and hauled strips for wood, to gin in Glen Allen, Beasley
store, Raspberry sawmill, Curt Hubbards, to corn grinding mill in Glen Allen or
Bazemore, Tilly sawmill, Tom Perry mill, Kelly multiple mills in Bazemore and to
Winfield many times.

Nick’s house seemed to be open to all that wished to visit, especially his
children, to William Ervin, Bird McCaleb and children, politicians, and
seemingly to all. No one goes much further than the TV set today. He was
willing to help most anyone in trouble, to make a coffin or dig a grave. He was
a center of news and complained of being too sick to work many times in thee 15s
and 20s. He helped repair phone lines, put in phones, went to Winfield for
batteries, put in relay stations, dig well at Berea, repaired church benches,
hauled many loads of wood by mule and wagon and at last strips by truck, took
cane to molasses maker, helped with Kelly school, to U. S. court in Bham. For 3
weeks out of one month, talked about a big whiskey still raid at Austin
McDonalds and the agent accidentally wounding self with gun and no trial, WW1
registration and hostilities ceasing, split boards and repaired roof on own
house and outbuildings, attended most all elections, worked on road maps,
watched boys cut bee tree for honey, saw the 1920 census enumerator, moved for
about a month to near Jasper and worked in store, and then came back, worked in
stores in Glen Allen & Bazemore, adjusted and cleaned gin saws and gristmill
rocks, family reunion at Glen Allen, tick eradication law, half soled shoes,
helped eat a possum, said what weather was most every day, told about dry
spells, about a railway boiler explosion, about wife Bip’s nearly a month
trip to Texas, about Virgil Whitehead moving to Neddleton,Ms. And Virgil coming
back to visit and Nick going to Ms. To visit one other and Virgil, to all day
singings at different churches and at Curt Hubbards, about his wife selling
about 40 acres of land for 25 dollars and 2 years to pay, about big protracted
meetings and how many saved, about peddler Sprinkle, about hanging of Harry
Mark of Fayette, about writing Senator John B Bankhaed and brother
Reprasentative William Bankhead big congressmen in his late years and my
early time, about son in law Dock and Jenny Hollings leaving for Ark. Oct. 7,
1925 and 1927 Jennie back for a while, then Nick and wife went to visit Ark.
For about a month and there seemed to be no bad feelings toward each. They had
been faithful to visit all through the years. Nick seemed to hold no bad
feelings against anyone. He was just too busy most of the time. There were 2 or
3 places where he seemed to be referring to my grandpa McCaleb. After 1927
Cover Hill was moved to about a ½ mile away and is now Tidwell Chapel and
White’s Chapel started by Jerry White. There seemed to have been no argument.
Some of this data is not done too well but it’s my best at 92 years old. I
salute Nick Morris for telling what it was like in first part of 20th century.
Done by Fred McCaleb.

Unhappy Americans

submitted by Fred

"The other day I was reading Newsweek magazine and came across some poll data I
found rather hard to believe. It must be true, given the source, right?

The Newsweek poll alleges that 67 percent of Americans are unhappy with the
direction the country is headed, and 69 percent of the country is unhappy with
the performance of the President. In essence, 2/3's of the citizenry just
ain't happy and want a change.

So being the knuckle dragger I am, I started thinking, ''What are we so unhappy
about?''

Is it that we have electricity and running water 24 hours a day, 7 days a week?

Is our unhappiness the result of having air conditioning in the summer and
heating in the winter?

Could it be that 95.4 percent of these unhappy folks have a job?

Maybe it is the ability to walk into a grocery store at any time, and see more
food in moments than Darfur has seen in the last year?

Maybe it is the ability to drive from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean
without having to present identification papers as we move through each state?

Or possibly the hundreds of clean and safe motels we would find along the way
that can provide temporary shelter?

I guess having thousands of restaurants with varying cuisine from around the
world is just not good enough.

Or could it be that when we wreck our car, emergency workers show up and
provide services to help all, and even send a helicopter to take you to the
hospital.

Perhaps you are one of the 70 percent of Americans who own a home. You may be
upset with knowing that in the unfortunate case of a fire, a group of trained
firefighters will appear in moments and use top notch equipment to extinguish
the flames thus saving you, your family and your belongings.

Or if, while at home watching one of your many flat screen TVs, a burglar or
prowler intrudes, an officer equipped with a gun and a bullet-proof vest will
come to defend you and your family against attack or loss.

This all in the backdrop of a neighborhood free of bombs or militias raping and
pillaging the residents. Neighborhoods where 90 percent of teenagers own cell
phones and computers.

How about the complete religious, social and political freedoms we enjoy that
are the envy of everyone in the world?

Maybe that is what has 67 percent of you folks unhappy.

Fact is, we are the largest group of ungrateful, overfed, spoiled brats the
world has ever seen. No wonder the world loves the U.S., yet has a great
disdain for its citizens. They see us for what we are. The most blessed people
in the world who do nothing but complain about what we don't have, and what we
hate about the country instead of thanking the good Lord we live here.

I know, I know. What about the President who took us into war and has no plan to
get us out? The President who has a measly 31 percent approval rating? Is this
the same President who guided the nation in the dark days after 9/11? The
President that cut taxes to bring an economy out of recession? Could this be
the same guy who has been called every name in the book for succeeding in
keeping all the spoiled ungrateful brats safe from terrorist attacks?

The Commander-In Chief of an all-volunteer army that is out there defending you
and me? Did you hear how bad the President is on the news or talk show? Did
this news affect you so much, make you so unhappy you couldn't take a look
around for yourself and see all the good things and be glad?

Think about it...are you upset at the President because he actually caused you
personal pain OR is it because the "Media" told you he was failing to kiss your
sorry ungrateful behind every day.

Make no mistake about it. The troops in Iraq and Afghanistan have volunteered to
serve, and in many cases may have died for your freedom. There is currently no
draft in this country. They didn't have to go.

They are able to refuse to go and end up with either a ''general'' discharge, an
''other than honorable'' discharge or, worst case scenario, a ''dishonorable''
discharge after a few days in the brig.

So why then the flat-out discontentment in the minds of 69 percent of Americans?
Say what you want, but I blame it on the media. If it bleeds, it leads; and
they specialize in bad news. Everybody will watch a car crash with blood and
guts. How many will watch kids selling lemonade at the corner? The media knows
this and media outlets are for-profit corporations. They offer what sells , and
when criticized, try to defend their actions by "justifying" them in one way or
another. Just ask why they tried to allow a murderer like O.J. Simpson to write
a book about "how he didn't kill his wife, but if he did he would have done it
this way"...Insane!

Stop buying the negativism you are fed everyday by the media. Shut off the TV,
burn Newsweek, and use the New York Times for the bottom of your bird cage.
Then start being grateful for all we have as a country. There is exponentially
more good than bad.

We are among the most blessed people on Earth, and should thank God several
times a day, or at least be thankful and appreciative.