Friday, July 12, 2024

Hunters in Blairsville: Franklin & Dora

Franklin Hunter and Dora Hunter Spiva (1905-2009) at a Hunter Reunion near Blairsville, Georgia, at Tommy Alexander's Track Rock Campground. Dora was about 103 when I took this picture. She always called me by my name. A neighbor, Jim Reece, was a student of hers. He said at every high school reunion she was there and knew everybody's name. I told her niece who was her caretaker that memory was remarkable. She shooed off the statement like swatting a gnat and said, "Don't let that fool you, the night before reunions she studies their pictures."
Once I saw a Hunter relative show Dora her granddaughter and added, "Some people say she looks just like me."
Dora bent over and studied the baby and said, "That is the ugliest baby I have ever seen!" She had a great wit too.
She lived 104 years.



Thursday, July 11, 2024

 Hunter cousins:  Here are some random notes about our ancestor Jason Henderson Hunter:


Jason Henderson Hunter (abt 1817-abt 1885).  Jason is my great-great grandfather, father of William A. Hunter/Trammell my g-grandfather  and son of g-g-g-grandfather John Hunter.

I think Jason had a very interesting live.  He was probably born in Henderson, NC, and died in or near Jonesboro, Arkansas.  As a young man Jason and his oldest brother John M. Hunter (abt 1799-1848) were uniform Federal Soldiers in the infamous TRAIL OF TEARS  leading the Native Americans to Reservations in Missouri and maybe other states.

 

Franklin, NC. Cape Giraldo, Mo, and Jonesboro, Ark served as a Trail of Tears Termina, sort of.  At each place there was a sorting and rerouting.  Guess what?  In each of those towns, after the Trail of Tears, Jason returned and made homes in each of those places.

 

Jason had many children because he went through many wives and affairs. 

The first possible affair that maybe produced a child was when he and his first wife lived in Buncombe County (Asheville) he applied for a loan.  The bank sent a person to his house to list things that may be used as collateral.  Among things listed were 3 slaves.  One of the 3 slaves was a young female, which was noted of having very light skin color.  Ahem!

 

The Trail of Tears were started in 1830.  I don’t know how long Jason part of it was but in 1842 he was a constable in Franklin, Macon County, NC.  As a constable Jason and the judges had some run-ins and Jason was fined for Contempt of Court.

Also Rebecca Trammell (1821-1873) sued Jason for bastardy and won and Jason was ordered to pay child support of $100. A year.  That was the birth of our g grandfather William A. Hunter/Trammell.

Jason was also sued twice for Bastardy by Catherine Davis and lost on each case.  Jason was having to pay 3 child supports.  Then he, his wife Elizabeth Glorania Sherrell and their 5 children moved ti Cape Gfurakdim Mo.

In Cape Girardeau Jason became a state representative.  Also, a bank filed an arrest warrant for Jason and his wife for land fraud.  I think then they moved to Greene County, Arkansas.

I think the family lived in and near Jonesboro, Arkansas.  I found some of his children & spouses in the Jonesboro Cemetery.  Again, Jason became a state representative.  

 

At one point he sent his brother back in Union County, Ga., that he had married again and his new wife knows how to swing an ax and also he own a broom manufacturing comp;any.

1782. Mortgage: JASON H. HUNTER of Macon to NICHOLAS W.WOODFIN of Buncombe Co., NC for $1, 167 ac. on which Hunter lives, purchased lives, purchased from Michael Wikle on the Tennessee R., Sec. 38, Dis. 16; also the Sellers tract purchased of JAMES SELLERS, 174 ac., Sec. 38 Dis. 1; also 50 ac. Sec. 64, Dis. 8, purchased of BENJAMIN HYDE; also 116 ac., purch. of Hyde, Sec. 69, Dis. 8.  Also for $1 has sold to Woodfin  three negro slaves, woman of dark complexion named EMMA, 27 years, one boy child of the woman Emma, aged abt. 4 yrs, of yellow complexion named JOHN and one other child of same woman, a female named MARGARET, aged 1 yr.  Condition:  Hunter indebted to Woodfin by $602 note dated Sep. 15, 1843, also following notes in hands of Woodfin as attorney for following Charleston merchants: $185.58 due firm of ROOSEVELT & BARKER, dated Oct. 26 1843, with credit of $50; one of $144.11, same firm, dated June 4, 1844; another of $61.60, due TOWNSEND & MENDELHALL & CO, dated Oct 27, 1843, with credit of $140.00; another of $351.79, due KELSEY & DEAS, dated June 4, 1844; another of $100.12, same firm, Dec 14, 1844.

 J.H. Hunter, Wit: H.G. WOODFIN, who proved Dec 17, 1844.  Registered Feb 12, 1845.

 

 

 Did not marry Rebbecca TRAMMELL or Catherine DAVIS.

 I had a chance to do some more research for my book at Tulane University's Special Collections Library (background on M. Jeff Thompson, who Jason Hunter served under) and also to visit the Confederate Museum. I'm amassing a lot of information on Jason's confederate military career both ashore and afloat and I know you will find this interesting. Brig. Gen. M. Jeff Thompson, Missouri's Swamp Fox, said Jason was both heroic and patriotic. I'm off tomorrow to Sikeston, Missouri (still on vacation, but still searching for Jason's history). Jason and his men did a lot of fighting around Sikeston and I'm hoping to get up to Marble Hill, MO (formerly Dallas township) in Bollinger County, where Jason as a Captain raised a company for military service. I found some information on Jason in the Sikeston library, but need to spend more time in the area.

      He was a representative from Bollinger CO in 1858. Also, according to the "History of Bollinger County: 1851-1976", Three companies of men were organized into a battalion of the State Guard troops under his command in early June 1861. In July, the battalion was joined with the Scoitt County Infantry Battalion into the Second Infantry Regiment, First Division Missouri State Guard, with the Bollinger County Battalion designated as the Second Battalion, Second Infantry. Brig. Gen. M. Jeff Thompson (the Missouri Swamp Fox) was the head of the First Division. : I agree with you that Andrew J. and John A. are one and the same. My theory is that at age 13 or 14 in 1860--14 and 15 during the civil war outbreak--he may have gone with his father's battalion as a drummer boy...and been killed somewhere along the way. Of course, during those times in Bollinger CO, it

 was literally neighbor against neighbor. In Missouri, in certain counties like Bollinger where the sentiments were about evenly split between Union and Confederate, it was '"hell on earth" for civilians. Maybe Andrew J. or John A. was killed by one of the guerrilla bands that frequented the area. One other possibility: Maybe Jason sent the family further south for protection (many

 Missourians favoring the South did so).

      My interest in finding out everything I can about him stems from a book I have been researching. The main character in my book (a Union officer) was first wounded in a skirmish with Jason and his men in Charleston, MO on Aug. 20, 1861. It has taken a lot of time just to identify Jason H. Hunter as the leader of the band. I started with a "Col. Hunter" and that was it! This was

 complicated by the fact that Jason and his men were based at one time or another at "Camp Hunter" and "Hunter's Farm", two places owned by another segment of the Hunter family..

      I appreciate the info on Jason as a member of Co A, 1st Bat, Mo Infantry and the fact that he was later elected Captain and served as Inspector and Mustering Officer. This was after he was court martialed and broken. Prior to that he was a Colonel. After being broken he joined Col. William L. Jeffers' 8th Missouri Cavalry Regiment, CSA, and saw frequent action in Arkansas. (More

 later).

      Bollinger CO. Marble Hill is the county seat, not Cape Girardeau. It was originally named Dallas and had that name during the civil war. Unfortunately I didn't get up to Bollinger CO on my trip to Sikeston, but plan to next time. I did find out that Jason was a Bollinger representative 1858-1860. Also the William Grimsley that was ruled against by the court along with Jason was a

 storekeeper in Dallas who raised troops along with Jason. I think the court's ruling against the two was probably for alleged damages during the war and since neither was living in the county it was easy to dispose of their property.

      I am checking on William L. Jeffers, Jason's old commander in the 8th Missouri Cavalry. After the war, he returned to Southeast Missouri, settling in Clarkton, where he operated a hotel and served as the local peace officer. He then spent his remaining years running a hotel in Dexter, MO. It is said he was always interested in the welfare of the ex-Confederate soldiers, so I'm working on the hunch that he and Jason communicated. I also plan to check out William C. Grimsley (the guy who lost his land along with Jason in the Bollinger CO court). Maybe he settled near Jason or at least kept in touch. Who knows? Hopefully, I can track down more correspondence of Jason's.

      Yes, William Jeffers was quite a man. Some time after he died, his old comrades in arms raised money and erected a statue in Jackson, MO (his hometown) to honor him. It is still there. Some of the troops that rode with him were: the James brothers, the Younger brothers and Daniel McGee.

   -Excerpts from e-mail notes of Richard "Rich" Wright - 1998

 

 


Wednesday, July 10, 2024

From Louise Lance Givens

 Posted on Facebook 8 years ago:


JAMES HUNTER LANCE (1831-1923) MARRIED PHOEBE TURNER (1812-1898)OF BLAIRSVILLE,GA. FIVE OF THEIR GRANDCHILDREN IN PICTURE, BLANCHE PENLAND,THELMA PENLAND, FRED SMITH, MILDRED SMITH AND NEAL SMITH.
JAMES AND PHOEBE BEGAT ROSE THAT MARRIED ALLEN THOMPSON AND ROSE AND ALLEN BEGAT ADA, MABEL,AND CALLIE THOMPSON DAVIS, THAT I WAS BLESSED TO HAVE FOR MY SCHOOL TEACHERS AT HAYESVILLE . JAMES WAS A BROTHER TO MY GRANDFATHER SAMUEL DEBARRIS LANCE.

Tuesday, July 09, 2024

OOOPPS!


 

In about a week I will be 83 years old, if I am still around.  The reason I say that is that I fell down the basement stairs this morning.  It is not as bad as I made it sound.  Actually, I was only 2 or 3 steps from the bottom. 

I had my mind on something else and either tripped on my own legs or put my weight on a pole that wasn’t there and swing around and land on the cement floor.

Opps!

If I had blue and red sweats on one might think, “There goes Spiderman swinging in our basement”.

I swung and landed.  POW!  It felt like 500 pounds of concrete hit me.

I am surprised no bones were broken.  They say the elderly have brittle bones.  I think they meant skinny elderly people.  Evidently, I had enough meat to absorb my fall.

I took a short walk outside.  Everything seems to be ticking OK.

 


59 years ago today July 9, 1965, was the last day of my two-active duty in the Navy. This picture is me playing in a Bell Helicopter at NAS Lakehurst, New Jersey. Does it remind you of Sean Connery in FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE or Pee Wee Herman and his new bike in PEE WEE'S BIG ADVENTURE

Monday, July 08, 2024

Hunters on Main Street, Woodstock, Ga.

 This morning I had plans, like most mornings, to go to the Sweat Mountain Dog Park. However, someone had conflicting plans: The drive into the park was blocked off for maintenance.

Then I went to the Woof Park Dog Park in Woodstock.
After Willow had her dog interaction/mingle time we headed back home. Every time we go there we pass American Tool in an old house on Main Street.
My great grandparents William A. and Emaline Ray Hunter lived in that house. I heard they built it.
Next to the house is Ingram Drive. Coincidentally William and Emaline's grandson-in-law was Vernon Tip Ingram.
I bet they lived on Ingram Drive. Today, I investigated.
I pulled into Ingram Drive and drove beside the HunterHouse/American Tool Rental. Ingram Drive went into a shady area. I followed the road. There were about four houses which have seen their better days. They all are among big old tall trees, the whole neighborhood was shady. At the dead-end I turned around. The driveway I used to turn around in stood a man watching me intently. He was gray headed and smoking a cigarillo.
I thought, "Heck! Why not?"
I got out of the truck and told the man that my great grandparents lived in what now is American Tool Rental and their son-in-law was an Ingram (later I realized it was their grand-son-in-law). I told him a condensed history of how William found his way to Woodstock, and the name change, bla bla bla. He listened with interest. taking a puff of his cigarillo from time to time.
He pointed at the large house behind him. He said they used to be nursing home taking care of the elderly, and a 100 year old woman was a resident there that used to live in that Hunter/American Tool Rental house.
I said it had to be Lois Hunter Carroway. She lived to be 103. Her sister Jacie Hunter was the one who married Tip Ingram.
He said, "That's right! We called her Miss Lois!"
Now, we know another chapter of the Hunter Saga.

Sunday, July 07, 2024

Us & Gentrification with the Clay Homes

 

Eating watermelon with my sister Frances overlooking the mess. This picture was taken near our back door when we lived in the Clay Homes in the early 1940s.
In recent years the Clay Homes has been bulldozed away and the low income residents were replaced by yuppies slinging money all around. That is Gentrification!

Saturday, July 06, 2024

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! From HELP Mag #7 in the 1960s, BACK STAGE ON BROADWAY

  By Paul Coker















Reckless Ruby

 Posted on Facebook 10 years ago:


We took my mother-in-law to JohnBoys yesterday. We try to take her there at least once a week because she enjoys it so. Elderly people seem to be crazy about Johnboy's buffet, because the food probably reminds them of down home country cooking. There is an elderly lady we see there just about every time we go, and I think she might be related to one of Anna's in-laws. Over the years, sitting with her there we got to know her. She told us yesterday she spent the morning reading to the people too old to read for themselves but likes to be read to. I'll call her Ruby because that is not really her name. Ruby always comes by herself.
Before Ruby got there a family came in and got a table across the aisle from us. With them was a man who looked to be in his 90s, feeble and totally in another world, that didn't seem to be aware of his surroundings, tall and slim guy.
Then, Ruby came in. She had her walker and asked if the chair next to me was taken. I said no, and was getting up when she told me, "Don't you dare get up! I can get in with no problem." Which wasn't exactly true, she had a walker and caused me and everybody else on all sides duck her wobbling and pushing, and so on.
When she started edging her way with her walker in between everybody I noticed the old man that looked like he was out of this world - he suddenly came alive and watched every movement and all the havoc she was causing and he was enjoying every second of it. His eyes widened to anticipate her next movement, ready for whatever she was going to do next, and he was going to enjoy it to the utmost. He was having giggling spasms, shaking each time Ruby would accidentally knock somebody which made them bend awkward to let her by..first he was trying to hold it in, then just couldn't control it, he first had his tongue partly out and he trembled with uncontrolled giggles... then his face became red and he opened his mouth showing a big smile of original teeth and laughed and laughed. I was too busy watching him and dodging Ruby to know if the other members of his dining group knew what he was enjoying so much or not.