X Ray Glasses & Tattoos

 

Today we went to pick up our new glasses we had ordered.  The lady that waited on us made sure they rested very comfortable on our noses and ears.  After she got through adjusting  they fitted perfectly.

While adjusting she would point at her ear or nose and say, “Look here”.  She did good.

It also reminded me of my Naval office co-worker and friend Don.  Whenever Don tried on anyone’s glasses for what ever reason he would suddenly grab his crotch, like hiding and say, “Wow!  I didn’t know your glasses has X-Ray vision – How did you get that scar?”

It was a wise-crack that never got old’

Afterwards we went to a nice eatery for lunch.  Believe it or not, our waitress did not have any tattoos on her arms, neck, or below her knees.  Knowing her demeaner, I doubt if she had any tattoos above her knees either.   That is hard to believe.

Adventures on Blackjack Mountain, on or near

 

This picture of Blackjack Mountain was taken from the roof of Kennesrone Hospital parking deck.

BlackJack Mountain is no more than two miles east of Marietta. When I was about 13 our family moved from Manget Street to Richard Street. Our new house on Richard Street was one block from the US 41 Highway, a.k.a. Dixie Highway. Across the highway was a big patch of woods.

This was before the I-75 came through Marietta. . Where Richard Street intersected the 4-Lane was almost at the bottom of a hill, both ways. About 1959 or 60 Larry Holcomb bought a black 1955 Chevrolet from Bobby McEntyre.. After Larry bought it, he drove by to give me a ride in it. Afterwards we went to Varner’s Drive-In. Then Larry carried me home. He was on the 4-Lane, stopped to wait for a southbound vehicle to go by then he was to turn left onto Richard Street. The vehicle hurried by and he turned his steering wheel left… the Chevvy was dead. Ir would not start. We put it in nutural but it was slightly uphill, we could not bulge it. Then behind us, up at the top of the hill coming towards us was a 18 wheeler big truck. We put extra strength intro our muscle to move the Chevvy and it still would not move. The truck was getting closer, making a loud noise and almost on us. Larry jumped away. Me, the idiot, jumped inside the driver’s seat and put my foot on the brake petal. The driver of the 18 wheeler saw the tail lights and slammed on his brakes making a terrible screeching noises and metal clanging noises.. He missed us and almost swerving which almost caused him to turn over.

But he kept on going leaving a cloud of burned rubber and middle lane dust. That is all I remember about that time.

Speaking of wrecks on the 4 Lane that cost lives. About 1958 or 59 on Christmas Eve a car full of MHS students had a wreck at Barnes Mill Road and the 4 Lane. All but one or two were killed. I knew most of them.

Speaking of death on Barnes Mill Road. Marietta’s Potters Grave yard was on Barnes Mill Road. My blind old friend Charlie that lived behind Glover Machinery was buried there. But to make room for the new I-75 the Potters Cemetery had to go. I don’t know what happened to Old Blind Charlie’s body.

On the other side of the woods from where Richard Street was a rock quarry and a lake with houses around. The woods were where WHITE WATER AMUSEMENT PARK would be built many years later But in the meantime we used the acreage of woods as our own private amusement park.

We had rabbit traps, which caught mostly opposums.

I remember my friend Sam Carsley walked over to our hose one day. He had a can of compressed shaving cream. I forgot if he brought his gun or used my .22, but we went to the woods (future Whiewater) and made a target of the shaving cream. When one of it hit and penetrated the can the sudden release of pressure made the can go airborne and spinned like crazy, Just what Sam thought. Sam was a Georgia Tech student.

A block away from us on Richard Street was the Boston Home. School friends that lived in the Boston Homes, Gene Brown, Milton, Martin, me, and a guy with the last name Lawson dragged some lumber to those woods where Whitewater would be and built a little shabby cabin. Mind you, we were preteens. One of us brought girly magazines. They were not totally nude, but near. Skimpy would best described their attair. One kid that came along one time was totally taken back with the girly magazines. We all noticed he tilted each picture in the magazine sideways to see if he could see down the models’ bras.

We cracked up and it embarrassed him.

Another time, James from my old neighborhood on Manget Street came with camping gear. He wanted to camp out at the Rock Quarry on the edge of a cliff. We did. It wasn’t nearly as adventurous as he had hoped for.

Down by the lake years later the city built a small park for kids. Maybe with swings, see-saws, sandbox and whatever else for young kids to play. Years later after I had grown up and in the work force I remember hearing on the news that a man was hung high up in a tree overlooking the little park. He was lynched. The man was from another country.

Wallace Road separated the park, lake, and the woods on one side and on the other was the incline steepness of Blackjack Mountain which Barns Mill Road went straight up without curving around.

Almost at the top of Blackjack Mountain was a huge water tank that served Marietta. On the road, after you past the water tank and go over the hill there was a little dirt driveway that led to a farm. In front of the farm was a lake with a dock. We took our clothes off and went swimming. The first time we did that the owner materialized to talk to us. He told us he did not mind us swimming in his lake, but he wanted us to ask permission each time. He had a Lockheed badge on his belt, which of course, meant he worked at Lockheed. We did asked for permission for a while. As one enters his driveway off Barnes Mill Road on the right there was a pig pen with several pigs in it. Sometimes we would pet the pigs with a stick and talk to them. I remember one time jokingly asking the pigs for permission to swim in the lake.

Our lime visiting the lake I forgot if it was Buddy Sharp or Jimmy Pat. When we stopped to talk to the pigs either Buddy or Jimmy Pat poked a pig with a stick. I think they poked the pig in her uterus. She started squealing, either in pain or ecstasy . Then she sat on the stick and it broke off inside her. She squealed louder and maybe happier. We thought we might get into trouble if we stayed. We did not go back.

Years later I read that female pigs have many climaxes on in rapid sequence. Maybe that was it.

Years later, going down Barnes Mill Road on the other side, about the distance of a city block an apartment complex my youngest son lived at for a while

Rockettes and their enemy: TIME

 

On THE TODAY SHOW this morning RADIO CITY ROCKETTES put on a little show.  I think they did yesterday too?  Anyway, these gals are in their prime. 

I thought someday they will be old, and they can remind people that for a couple of years they were ROCKETTES.  Their claim to fame.

Which reminds me of Murphy’s Bar at Seaside Heights, New Jersey.  One of their regulars was a retired ROCKETTE.  That was in the med 1960s,  That was about 60 years ago.  I’m sure she has aged and died by now.

First Day of School 1947

 

This picture was taken in early September 1947 in our front yard on the corner of Wayland and Waddell Streets in the Clay Homes. We are suppose to be looking gloomy because it is the first day of school.
It was my very first day of school. I went to the first grade that year.

Left to right: Jeane Steele, Billy Somebody (who later moved to Gramling Street), Eddie Hunter (that's me), Frances Hunter, and Helen Steele.

After that school year, the next summer we moved in my grandfather, but we still went to the same shool (Waterman Street School).

Silver Comet Coffee

 

My son Adam does a lot of exercise on the SILVER COMET TRAIL which goes from the Smyrna area on in to counties west for miles.  I have been on it several times myself.

There is always all sorts of exercises being done there, such as walking, speed wacking, running, biking, and so on.

As a birthday present Adam bought me a 12 oz pack of SILVER COMET REV COFFEE ROASTERS.  He must have bought it at the Bike Store on Floyd Rd at the SILVER COMET TRAIL. 

It is very tasty and gives me the RUNS… get it?

Adventures in a Dollar Store

 

I went to what used to be a $1 store.  I think Dollar is still in their name maybe they should add an S to that name.

As I approached the door a tiny little woman was standing holding the door with one hand and holding at least a dozen big white balloons wanting to fly way.  She shouted in a foreign accent to hurry.  I can’t hurry, I have a bad leg. 

When I finally got to the door the lady was holding for me I thanked her and said those balloons were going to carry her up up and awayl!  She seriously told me no, they wouldn’t.

I bought a package of ballpoint pens, which  I think are still the cheapest in town.  I bought a couple of other items, the total was something like $3.67.

On one aisle they had finger food such as small sacks of potato chips and so on.  On that display rack they also had deep fried pork skins.   Wow!  I haven’t had fried pork skins in years. In red letters warned SEASONED!

Seasoned heck!  They were POSSESSED!

Very spicy and my sinuses started melting in my head.

I put the rest, about half, in a sandwich bag and will try to finish them later.

Obediah & Nancy Elizabeth Huey Tyson

 My great grandparents on my Daddy's mother's side: Obediah Hargraves Tyson (1852-1919) and Nancy Elizabeth Huey Tyson (1854-1938). Obediah and Nancy Huey are my great grandparents. They both were born and died in Cherokee County, Ga.

Obediah’s parents were Robert Cabel Tyson (1821-1864) and Sarah C. Moody (1815-1896). Nancy’s parents were John T. Huey (1826-1891) and Drucilla Wilson (1825-1905).
They were married in Cherokee county 18 January, 1877.
They had nine children, the second is my grandmother Minnie Victoria Tyson Hunter (1879-1948).
They are both buried Bascomb United Methodist Church Cemetery, Cherokee County, Georgia.

Claim to Fame...Flame? Get it?

 

Our claim to fame.

Our son Rocky and daughter-in-law Sabrina holding the Olympic Torch when it traveled through Atlanta years back.

Claim to Fame. Get it? Flame?

It Is All About Me!

 Posted on Facebook 2 years ago:

IT IS ALL ABOUT ME or MY CLAIM TO FAME.

This morning Celeste Headlee was on TODAY SHOW. Celeste wrote a very positive book titled WE NEED TO TALK.

WE NEED TO TALK is a guide to keep your conversation with other people positive. It has THE GOLDEN RULE written all over it. On THE TODAY SHOW with the help of behind the scene workers of THE TODAY SHOW act out some skits examples and how to sail through the conflict on a positive note.

I have been thinking about writing something similar titled IT IS ALL ABOUT ME.

Anyway, my claim to fame is I briefly met and talk to Celeste twice. Both times were at Sweat Mountain Dog Park between Marietta and Woodstock, Georgia. She had two beagle dogs. She told me she was an announcer for a NPR station in Atlanta. She was very easy to talk to (as she politely preached in her book).

She moved on. I thought I read she moved to Boson. But apparently, she was in New York City Today

Lolagene & Bee, Sister in laws

 Posted on Facebook 7 years ago:

Throwback Thursday. Two of my aunts, Lolagene and Bee standing in my grandparents' front yard on Manget Street.

Lolagene Turner Hunter (1918-1996) is the wife of my father's brother Doug Hunter. They had four children, one died at childbirth. Lolajene worked at the library. I remember one time coming into the library and saw her reading a story to a group of children. She was putting much feeling into it, I had a feeling she was a local sensation among the kids. I think the Marietta Journal one time did a story on her story telling abilities.

She and Doug gave Anna and I a baby shower and about 1985 gave all the youngest-generation Hunters an Easter Egg Hunt.

Elizabeth Beatrice "Bee" Hunter Crain (1903-1971) nickname was "Bee" because one of her younger brothers had a hard time saying Beatrice. She was a telephone operator in Marietta. After she married Robert Spencer Crain she settled down having five kids and enjoying her huge extended family, at times helping out when one of her brothers needed it. She and her family lived in a big house on Garrison Road and hosted several family reunions and at least a couple of wakes or visitations that I remember (her parents).

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! HUMBUG Magazine's THE CANNON WITH THE PASSION

 Published in the middle 1950s, script by editor Harvey Kurtzman; art by Will Elder

Lem & Maude Guffin on Wedding Day

 Lem Guffin (1887-1969) and Maude Wright (1885-1975). Maude is Ann's great aunt. Maude and Lem was married 13 August 1916, below is their Wedding photograph.

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Prance, Warren & Bynon Brothers

 

These two brothers are Warren Clyde Prance (1915-1945) and Bynon Mayes Prance (1914- ? ). Clyde and Bynon are the sons of Homer Jackson and Cora Louise Smith Prance. Bynon and Clyde are first cousins to Anna's father Henry Paul Prance.

Warren and Clylde were both born in Americus, Sumter County, Georgia.

Bynon married Henrietta McDonald in Savannah and they had three children.

Clyde married Dores Agnes Flanagan in Washington, DC, and had one son.

Bus in Douglasville

 

Here is something I don’t remember sharing with my Hunter cousins. From 1960 to 1963 I worked for Eastman Atlantic Mfg Co. on Chattahoochee Avenue in Atlanta. The company was an assembler and seller of hydraulic hose and couplings. I think about 20 to 30 people worked in the warehouse.

The first year at Eastman I worked in the warehouse. After that I worked in the office until I quit to go into the Navy.

When I worked in the warehouse I worked with about 5 or 6 young men. Three of those young men were friends, single, that lived in Douglasville.

Their names were Lee, Jerry, and Red. Red was red headed. On their off-time they hung out at pool hall in Douglasville.

One day Red asked me did I know a Hunter that lived in Douglasville that played pool at their hangout.

I told Red I did not think so. I did not recognize the first name. It was a nickname. Finally, after he described him I knew they were talking about my uncle Robert Ray “Bus” Hunter.

So “Bus” liked to play pool! So did I. I played at Past Time Grill on Roswell Waddell Streets.

Bus worked for Douglas County REA as a lineman. I heard he was famous for being able to single handedly pick up a single telephone pole.

Also, he and his big brother Herbert entered the simi-pro wrestling circuit for a while. Herbert did the managing and promoting, and Bus did the wrestling.

I got off Naval active duty July 1965. About a year later Bus’s only son, Jerry, as a pilot, was shot down in Vietnam. Jerry was about two months older than me

Ed Petty Murder Mystery

 It is always interesting to read about a relative who made the newspapers. Sometimes it gives you certain bragging rights or claim to fame and sometimes not.

This news article is about Ed Petty of Murray County, Georgia. I am almost certain that my siblings and our first cousin Pettys are related to all the Pettys of Murray County, around 1920s. According to my genealogy index file there were only two Ed Pettys in 1920. Edmund Petty lived in Texas, which of course we can scratch him and the other one is Edward Harland Petty, born 1910 in Murray County, his grandfather was brother to our great grandfather Daniel Webster (1843-1913). However, that would put Edward Harland Petty age 10, killing a man and stealing whiskey. I don’t think so.

So who are parents of Ed Petty? I don’t know yet. I am not sure if any one wants to claim him.

From the Chatsworth Times, Thursday, August 25, 1920

PETTY KILLS HUFFMAN IN ROW OVER WHISKY

Tragedy Occurs at Still Near Ball Ground Church Petty Sill at Large.

Ed Petty shot and killed Jim Huffman at a still one mile north of the Ball Ground church and a quarter from the homes of the two parties Wednesday morning between 10 and 11 o’clock.

There were three or four eye witnesses to the tragedy, and as far as can be learned at this time the shooting was a result of a quarrel between the men over accusation by Huffman that Petty had stolen a quantity of liquor from Huffman. It is said that Huffman, armed with a mash stick, was threatening to beat Petty’s brains out when the latter pulled his pistol and shot Huffman. He died thirty minutes later.

Sheriff B.H. Wilbanks went to the scene of the killing Wednesday afternoon. At the time of going to press had not yet apprehended.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

 Thank you everybody for the wonderful Birthday Wishes! I was going to respond to each of you but that is a little overwhelming for a slob like me.

Drucilla Wilson Huey

 

Drusilla Wilson Huey was born in 1825, in South Carolina, and died in Cherokee County, Georgia, 1905 at age 79. She married John T. Huey, also, born in South Carolina (near Abbeville) and died in 1891 in Cherokee County, Georgia, at age 64. They are my g-g-grandparents. They are both buried in Bascomb Methodist Church Cemetery, in South Cherokee County. which is land he donated in deed form to the church for a cemetery.

3 Wright Sisters of Canton Hwy

 

These 3 sisters on a porch swing are  the daughters of Henry Gable and Louisa “Lula” Kuykendall Wright.  Their names, which may or may not be listed in order:

Lessie Mae Wright (1881-1957) m James Oscar Prance, Maude Irene Wright (1895-1975 m Lem Q. Guffin, and Lilla Sarah-Frances Wright )1904-1991) never married.

Concert on the Marietta Square

 Posted on Facebook 8 years ago:

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! MAD Comic #2' HEX (Baseball)

Tis the season.   This is torn from the pages of MAD Comicbook #2, (before MAD was a magazine). dated Dec 1952-Jan 1953.  Story my editor Harvey Kurtzman and art by Georgia's own Jack Davis.  

I'm sure you know to click on each picture to make it bigger and readable.  Right?

Book Review. HUMBUG Comicbook Habound Edited by Gary Groth

 

Carved in stone I think:  Will Elder, Harvey Kurtzman, ?, & Jack Davis.  The carver I think:  Al Jaffee

Two or three years ago I bought the two hard bound set THE COMPLETE HUMBUG MAGAZINES, all 121 issues in two volumes with a nice sleeve. 

HUMBUG Magazine was the master mind of editor Harvy Kurtzman, who created MAD Comicbook and MAD Magazine.  And also TRUMP Magazine, and HELP Magazines.  I could to on but you get the idea.  Harvey was the finding force of satirical magazines in America.

When I received the hardbound HUMBUGs, I flipped through it, which took about 2 or 3 minutes, put it on a book shelf where it sat 2 or 3 years.  Why should I read it? I read each issue over and over when hey first came out.  I knew each story by heart.

Then yesterday I opened the first volume looking for something to copy a picture of for my blog and realized it was much more than a collection of the 12 old HUMBUG Magazines.  There are pages and pages of a running   discussions of a  analytical candidly   informal type discussion between two of HUMVUG’s artists Al Jaffee and Arnold Roth.  I started reading and they tell a lot of behind scenes of the creating in the comic world.

It is great!  All I can say is WOW!  And I had them right under my nose for years… It goes page after page, I can hardly put it down.  I don't know if it flows into Volume 2 yet or not.. 

Ed on the prowl

 My father Ed Hunter (1911-1988). Apparently these were taken during his courting days, a wild and crazy playboy by night and a Glover Machine Works apprentice by day. He is the one on the right in both pictures.

He went on to be a policemen.

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.

 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