Congressman Holding Umbrella for a Commoner

 vHere is a picture of Lillian her husband and former congressman Buddy Darden leaving a party at the Trammell house on Trammell Street in Marietta a couple years ago.

This evening we went to a memorial service for my first cousin Alice "Rusty" Sternagle. There were several speakers, most were siblings, but there was one state senator Steve Thompson and one former congressman, Buddy Darden. Alice did a lot of volunteering for the Democratic Party of Cobb County.

While Buddy was speaking I thought about the above picture and an event for the party. When we arrived it was raining. I let Anna out at the curb in front of the Trammell House and then I drove to a designated parking area around the corner on Wright Street. And the same was for Buddy and Lillian: He let her out at the curb in front of the house and he also drove to the designated area on right street. We arrived at the same time. Walking back to the Trammell House the rain had increased. Buddy, much taller than I, held his umbrella over my head as we walked and talked. When we arrived he was a little wet and I was dry.

I don't think that happens often, a former congressman holding an umbrella for a commoner.

Uncle Osmo Petty on a Postcard

 We have been uncluttering or un-hoarding lately. I have been looking at thousands of pictures deciding what is to be thrown away, what to use, and what to set aside to decide later.

This is a postcard. It is my late uncle Osmo and according to the back an “ex-wife”.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

 

Niagara Falls, Toronto, and us many years ago

 

This is a travel adventure, I suppose, in early October 1973. How do I know this? While on the road back home I remember hearing on the news that the 39th President, Spiro Agnew, was resigning because of a scandal. He resigned October 10. 1973. Hooray for Spiro for being a time-mark for me.

We were friends with a married couple who were as hipped as they could get. They kept up with all the folk music, all the protesters, and so on. I am not critical of this.

They decided to move to Canada to be among and mingle with “their kind” – the people who avoid being drafted in the Vietnam War. The only problem with this is the husband, like me, had already served in the Navy.

They moved to Toronto. The husband was a computer whiz and had no trouble getting a job. The wife, it took a little longer.

They left us a check book to pay their bills as they came via mail, which I checked their mail daily and mailed it to to them fairly frequently, but not every day.

After they got settled they and got a nice apartment in high risr they invited us for a visit. We took them up on their offer.

We took a couple of weeks leave and drove up. We stopped at Niagara Falls and spent a day checking out the Maid of the Midst boat that Marilyn Monroe was in and we checked it out on the New York, U.S side, which is on top of the falls, and on the side where you can see the falls fall in all its glory, the Canada side.

Then we drove north, if I remember correctly Toronto was about 70 or 80 miles north with very little activity between.

They were both working, but they us a key hidden somewhere, I forgot where. Their apartment was high up and they had a great view of the city.

When they came home we went to their China Town and saw an interesting local parade with Chinese dragons.

I think our Columbus Day was the same day as Canadian Thanksgivings is. They both took off and we went to the city center which was full of activity. There is a science museum with some interesting hands one experiments going on. I could control a laser beam to melt a hole through metal, which I told the husband to hold his car keys above his head and see if I can shoot them off his head (laughing)….no no no.

Also he and I climbed a huge tree in the parking lot. Look hard you can see us, but watch out for the water balloons.

They also had a theater with special effects. If I remember correctly, the seat you were in would tilt, turn, to make it feel you were actually there. It also appeared to take us on a very fast ride around mountain ledges, cliffs, jumping gaps, and whatever. There was a young lady next to me, which I did not know, got really bananas in the movie’s fast tracks movies, so transfixed she grabbed my leg close to the crotch and held on for dear life. How can you politely tell a lady younger than you to please remove her hand. You don’t. You just sit back and enjoy the ride.

They had to go to work the next day. We went to a walk in movie to see a movie that was banned in the states, I forgot what it was, it might have been THE LAST TANGO IN PARIS. Starring Marlon Brando. Or he title might have had the word YELLOW in it. Who Knows.

That’s about all I remember worth sharing

1963 Thanksgiving Memory

 

Thanksgiving 1963 Memories.

I just came back from my home in Marietta, Ga., retrieving  my car, when JFK was assassinated. 

My friends who did not go home for Thanksgiving and  I drove to Seaside Heights Beach just to ponder what this assassination along with his proposed assiginatee meant.  The beach was lonely, nobody but us.

Either that day or the next a Norwegian   ship shipwrecked nearby.  I think we helped with that but vaguely remember it.  The only thing I remember was helping pulling 3 or 4 men in bright orange or red suits onto whatever we were on. 

What was so enchanting about it was looking through the morning for and suddenly dimly spotting them and seeing them materialized out of the fog.

And later that day the same men and more in their bright colored jump suits joining us for Thanksgiving Dinner in the NAS LAKEHURST chow hall.  They kept to themselves.  All was  quiet.  No happy Thanksgiving Jubilation.  I suppose JFK's assignation brought us all down.

Thanksgiving, Freshmen Game, Scouts, & The Varsity

 In my preteen years I was a Boy Scout in Troop 132 of Marietta. Two years, maybe more, our troop went to Georgia Tech on Thanksgiving Day to the annual football game between Tech and UGA Freshmen teams. Our duty that day was to make our presence in uniforms known and be on the watch for people with alcoholic beverages and cameras.

If we should see someone either drinking or taking a pictures we are not to inform them of the rules and threaten to throw them out. We were to do what we, as obedient scouts, do what we most likely had experience at: Go tell on them.

I was amazed how dumpy and in bad shape the houses across from the stadium were.

Both times after the game we went to The Varsity. To me, it was unbelievable of all the young Tech freshmen wearing yellow or orange “Go to Hell” caps with THE HELL WITH GEORGIA on the turned up bill. It seems like somebody of authority would take their names, like they would in high school.

Another scary thing was the urgency and the sincerity of taking your order: “WHADAYA HAVE, WHADAYA HAVE? And in the blazing sincere eyes of he order taker said, “Tell me now, or I will explode.”

Some things don’t change, now WHADAYA HAVE? Still comes from the order taker, but with an accent and more relaxed.

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Tyson & Mayflower, Claim to Fame

Hunter and Tysons Cousins Claim to Fame (again):

We can brag saying our ancestor was on the Mayflower. I told you in a previous post that I discovered one of Tyson ancestors, Desire Doty’s 3rd husband, Alexander Standish was the son Miles (Myles) Standish. This morning I googled Desire Doty’s father Edward Dotyi and discovered he came to America on the Mayflower. He was a servant to Stephan Hopkins but coming on the Mayflower is something.

Records show he was something of a hell raiser. But again, he did arrive on the Mayflower.

While Googling Edward Doty I came across a Society of Edward Doty which consists of members who have proof they are directly descended. If you feel the need to belong to something go for it.

About Edward Doty, "Mayflower" Passenger

· "The first of the family in America was Edward Doty, who came when but a youth in the Mayflower in 1620. He joined the Pilgrims at London and came with them to Plymouth, Mass. He married Faith Clark in 1635 and their children were William, Faith, Edward, John, Thomas, Samuel, Desire, Mary Elizabeth, Isaac and Joseph."

· Edward Dotey "of London" was a "Mayflower" passenger as apprentice to Stephen Hopkins, and signed the Mayflower Compact.

· His alleged baptisms - 1599, Shropshire, England; 14 May 1598, St Mary le Strand, Thurburton Hills, England - were exposed as fictional by Neil D. Thompson, The American Genealogist 66 (1988), p. 215.

· According to Gov. Bradford's "increasings and gleanings," he was married in England to a woman whose name is not known. He married in Plymouth to Faith Clarke (about 1617-1675), daughter of Thurston & Faith Clarke. They had 9 children.

· He fought New England's first duel with fellow servant Edward Leister in 1621; both were sentenced to 24 hours of punishment by having head and feet tied together for 24 hours, fasting. With the help of their master, Governor Bradford released them within an hour.

Family

· Parents: unknown (see ancestral summary, below)

Married

1. to an unknown woman; no children.

2. January 06, 1633/34, Plymouth Colony to Faith Clark, daughter of Thurston Clark and Faith. 9 children

Children of Edward Doty and Faith Clark:

1. Desire Doty, b. Abt. 1646, Plymouth, Mass, d. January 22, 1729/30, Marshfield, Plymouth, Mass.

2. Edward Doty, b. Bef. 1637, Plymouth, Mass, d. February 08, 1689/90, Plymouth Harbor (drowned).

3. John Doty, b. Abt. 1640, Plymouth, Mass, d. May 08, 1701, Plymouth, Mass.

4. Thomas Doty, b. Abt. 1642, Plymouth, Mass., d. Abt. December 04, 1678, Plymouth, Mass..

5. Samuel Doty, b. Abt. 1644, Plymouth, Mass, d. 1715, Piscataway, N. J..

6. Elizabeth Doty, b. Abt. 1647, Plymouth, Mass, d. April 07, 1742, Marshfield, Mass.

7. Isaac Doty, b. February 08, 1648/49, Plymouth, Mass, d. Aft. January 07, 1727/28, Oyster Bay, New York.

8. Joseph Doty, b. April 30, 1651, Plymouth, Mass, d. Abt. 1732, Rochester, Mass.

9. Mary Doty, b. Abt. 1653, Plymouth, Mass, d. Bef. June 13, 1728.

Biography

Edward Doty came on the Mayflower in 1620 as a servant to Stephen Hopkins and was apparently still a servant in 1623 when the Division of Land was held, indicating he was under the age of 25 during that time. He signed the Mayflower Compact in November 1620, so he was likely over 21 at the time. This narrows his likely birth date to around 1597-1599.

Doty had a lot of spunk and energy. He made the decision to take the Mayflower voyage as a teenager. He was extremely independent, and wasn't afraid to take chances. He is said to have jumped off of a small boat used by exploring by the Mayflower captain and crew to claim an island in the Doty name. This was, of course, an unappreciated prank. The custom was that land was discovered, claimed and named by much older and established men who would be rowed to shore and allowed to plant a flag and say a few words.

Edward Doty is also recorded as a contentious man, and was often getting himself in minor trouble with the law. On 18 June 1621 he made history by fighting a duel with Edward Leister, which would become the Colony's first (and only) duel. A duel over honor. Luckily, neither were seriously injured, and both were subsequently punished by the elders by being sentenced to having their heels tied to their neck for a day. However, their punishment was cut very short as the two became friends during the ordeal.

Records show Edward Doty was in court on a number of occasions, mostly in civil disputes which now seem quite humorous. On 2 January 1632/3, Edward Doty was sued by three different people: John Washburn, Joseph Rogers, and William Bennett. It all appears to have been a disagreement about a trade of some hogs; John Washburn's case was thrown out, Joseph Rogers was awarded four bushels of corn. In William Bennett's case, Edward Doty was found guilty of slander, and fined 50 shillings. Two years later it seems Edward Doty started a boxing career, in March 1633/4, Edward Doty was fined 9 shillings and 11 pence for drawing blood in a fight with Josias Cooke. In January 1637/8, Doty was fined for punching George Clarke during a dispute.

In 1639, Edward Doty posted "bail" for John Coombes, who was charged with giving out poisoned drinks. There were a number of other civil disputes and court matters that Edward Doty was involved with. And however strong in personality, Edward Doty was involved in simple civil disputes and was never in any serious official trouble. If you were a friend of Edward Doty you had a friend for life. But on the other hand, he was not a man to cross.

Edward Doty was a family man. He started a long line of descendants that were the first setttlers of this land that became the USA. Most all with the last name of Doty, Dotey, Doute, Doughty, Dotton and Dotten are descended from Edward Doty of the Mayflower. Perhaps it is the pride we have in our Pilgrim ancestors. They were a courageous group, with strong convictions and determination, ready to risk their lives to cross the Atlantic and land on unfamiliar soil, a wilderness. Our Pilgrims were people we can look up to, and they were our ancestors. Maybe we take pride in the accomplishments of the Pilgrims. It might be their faith in God that attracts us to honor them. There were Bible reading, praying Christians, not afraid to voice their faith. Perhaps unknowingly, the Pilgrims set the stage for religious freedom on this continent. Their goal was to worship God, as they thought right, following God's word, not the dictations of the established church. The Mayflower Compact, the first written declaration of self-government, was the genesis of the Constitution of the United States. And, that Plymouth Colony, except for Jamestown, is the oldest permanent European settlement on our East Coast.

Ancestry

The ancestry of Edward Doty is unknown. He came on the Mayflower as an apprentice ("servant") to Stephen Hopkins. The Mormon's I.G.I. says Edward Doty was born in Shropshire, England on 14 May 1598, but this record is complete fiction. [For more information on this hoax, see The American Genealogist 63:215].

Some sources claim he was baptized on 14 May 1598 in either Dudlick, Shropshire or "Thurburton Hills", Suffolk. I have investigated these in English records, and found both to be complete hoaxes.

However, there is a real Edward Doty baptized on 3 November 1600 at East Halton, Lincolnshire, England, son of Thomas Doty. The Doty families of East Halton are regularly using the names Thomas, Edward, and John: the first three names Mayflower passenger Edward Doty assigned to his first three children. Even if this particular Edward Doty is not the Mayflower passenger himself, I strongly suspect the true Mayflower passenger will be found amongst this general Lincolnshire Doty family

Another entry, which is circulated widely on the internet and is also on the 1994 I.G.I. addendum is that he was baptized 14 May 1598 in St. Mary le Strand, Thurburton Hills, Suffolk, England, son of John. This is just a perversion of the fictional Shropshire origins, and this record is, again, completely mythical. To begin with, there is no such place as Thurburton Hills, Suffolk. Further, the parish of St. Mary le Strand is in London not Suffolk, and contains absolutely no baptismal entries for any Edward Doty's from 1595 to 1600.

There are no fewer than eight known genuine Edward Doty baptisms that occurred between 1585 and 1605, but none have been conclusively identified as the Edward Doty of the Mayflower.

Edward was an apprentice (servant) to Stephen Hopkins, and apprentices could not generally get married until their contract term was up. William Bradford, in his journal Of Plymouth Plantation, states in early 1651 "But Edward Doty by a second wife hath seven children, and both he and they are living." Doty's first marriage must have occurred in Plymouth sometime after he was released from his contract with Hopkins (which apparently occurred between 1623 and 1627).

Descendants

1. Edward, son of the immigrant Edward, married Sarah Faunce in 1663. Their children were, Edward, Sarah, John, Martha, Elizabeth, Patience, Mercy, Samuel, and Benjamin.

2. John, son of the immigrant Edward, was father of John, Edward, Jacob, Elizabeth, Isaac, Samuel, Elisha, Josiah, and Martha.

3. Thomas son of the immigrant Edward, resided in Middleton and was father of Hannah and Thomas.

4. Samuel, son of the immigrant Edward , who moved to New Jersey, was father of Samuel, Sarah, Isaac, Edward, James, Jonathan, Benjamin, Elizabeth, Joseph, Daniel, Margaret, John, and Nathaniel, this Samuel and his descendents frequently spelled their name Doughty.

5. Isaac,son of the immigrant Edward, frequently used the Doughty form, moved to New York and was father of Isaac, Joseph, Jacob, Solomon, James, and Samuel.

6. Joseph 1, youngest son of the immigrant Edward, resided at Rochester, Mass. His children were Theophilus, Elizabeth, Ellis, Joseph, Deborah, John, Mercy, Faith, and Mary

SUNDAY FUNNIES, TRUMP Magazine #1, TOYS

This comic Sunday Funnies is from the first issue of TRUMP Magazine (Jan 1957).    Contrary on what you might think, TRUMP Magazine has no connection to Donald Trump.  Donald Trump was only 11 years old when this was published.          TRUMP was originally named “X” until a name was decided on.  TRUMP was the brain child of MAD Comic book creator Harvey Kurtzman and PLAYBOY publisher Hugh Hefner.  They wanted it to be a sophisticated MAD – like satirical magazine.  It lasted two issues.   I think TRUMP  in this case means the dominant hand in a card game.

In this story, since it is in the Thanksgiving time is also checking over your Christmas list for toys.  The story was probably written by editor and illustrated by Al Jaffee.  By the way, Jaffee lived something like 103 years.

Thanksgiving Near White, Ga

 

Copied and pasted from my Blog November 2013:

My 2nd Thanksgiving Story, which is more memorable: Back in the early late 1950s or early 1960s a group of friends and I decided to go hunting early on Thanksgiving morning. Larry Southern knew of a place in White, Georgia, near Cartersville of endless dirt roads. Our plan was to take turns with two of us riding on the fenders and when we saw a rabbit shoot it. We have been out on dirt country roads countless times and rabbits would run out in front of us. Maybe we arrived at the destination about 2am, and proceeded to ride the dirt roads, taking turns at fender duty. We did not see any rabbits. We gave up and came upon an abandoned country unpainted shack. We built a fire in the fireplace and sat around and talked about life and gossiped. We were not getting much accomplished , we decided to drive back to Marietta. Out on the highway going to Cartersville we had a flat tire. We were driving one of Larry's father's old junk car somebody traded him for a better car (hopefully). The old heap had no spare. We sat in the car and talked and gossiped some more. Daylight began to slowly shift in. When it got light enough that we could see some things around us we saw we were parked across the road from a house. Beside the house was a pasture and behind the house was a little hill. Near the top of the hill was an outhouse, maybe 50 feet from the house.

Larry said he was going to use that outhouse. We knew he meant it. He loved to use outhouses. Monty and Johnny tried to talk him out of it. He wouldn't listen their reasoning. He got out of the car and walked beside the house and up the hill.

Something you need to know about Larry: He was then a shy person. He would do sneaky things but hoped he would never get caught, it was too embarrassing. When he did get caught he scratched his forehead so his hand would cover his face. We have seen him scratch his forehead more than once.

Larry went into the outhouse and shut the door. The rest of us sat there and talked and speculated what would happen if he got caught.

Then I saw a little grey headed matron looking lady walking up hill with some newspapers in her hands. I told my friends and we were having laughing fits watching each step the lady took.

She opened the door and dropped her papers.. Out bounded Larry trying to pull up his pants with one hand and scratching his forehead with the other.

He ran down the hill, jumped in the car , started the engine and we rode off, flat or no flat.

We got down the road a very shot distance but around a bend and out of sight and gave out of gas. This time we were in front of a service station that sold tires and gas. We started to pool our money to discovered that every one of us was broke.

Somehow I got elected to go to Larry's house, or his parents' house, get his car and his money was hidden in his car, and drive back to White, Georgia.

I hitchhiked back to Marietta. I lived with my family close to the 41 Hwy, or 4-Lane, as we called it locally. My last ride carried me as close as two blocks for our house. I walked into our house. My family was having Thanksgiving dinner. Invited down from Chattanooga was my mother's brother Tom Petty and his wife Mary Jo. I hurriedly ate, standing up - I was on a mission. I took my car and drove over to Larry's house and got his car. Luckily, his parents were not there - I would look awful guilty trying to explain everything to them. I left my car at Larry's parents and took Larry's car and drove back up the 4-Lane to Cartersville. That was before the I-75 was built.

Right after the first street turning off into Cartersville, I gave out of gas.

Back then we ran out of gas a lot. We did that a lot and just dealt with it as it happen. It was also a way of life to park on hills with the front aiming down in case we had to push our car off.

I was out of gas with the mission incomplete. The only thing I knew to do was to start hitchhiking towards White and worry about Larry's car later. After all, they need the money to get gas and a tire for the heap. As I was walking backwards on the northbound lane of the US41 with my thumb out I looked over to the southbound lane and there was my four friends walking backwards with their thumbs out. I hollered and we joined up.

I do not remember the details of what happened next. We got Larry's car, put gas in it and went back to white and had to walk to the owner of the service station's house to get him to open on Thanksgiving to sell us a tire and some gas. I think he sold us a used tire for $5 and sold us gas.

It was something I think I will remember until I can't remember no more

William A. Trammell/Hunter Genealogy Report

This a genealogical report on my great grandfather William A. Hunter/Trammell.  William was the son of Jason Henderson Hunter and Rebeca Trammell.  I plan to take each progenitor each each of my and my wife's line and generation and pass on what information I have.  This project may wear itself out before it even gets started good.  Hopefully not.   

Being born out of wedlock and raised by his maternal family William used as his last name his mother's last name - TRAMMELL.  For the first twenty five years of his life he went by the name William A. TRAMMELL.  About 1867, about the same time a murder charge was against him he and his family left Macon County, North Carolina and he changed his name to his paternal name (which most Americans take for granted) William A. HUNTER.

     After William changed his last name to HUNTER he and a half brother had the same name.

     It is believed that the "A." was either the initial for Alan or Alanarine.

     Before William was eight years old his mother had died.  On the 1850 Census he was living with his grandfather Jacob B. TRAMMELL, grandmother Polly (a Cherokee Indian) and an assortment of aunts, uncles, and cousins.

         His grandmother Polly was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian. therefore his mother Rebecca was half Indian, and William was one-quarter. 

     Grandmother Mary  "Polly" Hogshead Trammell drowned in the Little Tennessee River in Macon County, south of Franklin, while working with her fish traps between 1850 and 1860, when William was between eight and seventeen. while tending to her fish baskets.

     In September of 1860, when William was seventeen, his grandfather Jacob B. TRAMMELL died.  Evidently, at the time of his death he owned more than he owned, therefore, his property had to be auctioned off.

     Apparently, this broke the family up.  They scattered their separate ways.

     It is unknown where William stayed for two years.  I believe that he stayed in the area and courted his wife to be Emaline RAY (Apr 19 1846 - May 11 1925), daughter of John REA/RAY, wagon maker, and Nancy Sumner RAY.  One oral story is that her parents disapproved of William and would lock her in a room to prevent this courtship but Emaline would slip out the window and see him anyway.

     William joined the Confederacy.  On, 1 May 1862, he enlisted in Macon County, North Carolina, into the 39th North Carolina Infantry, Company I.  He was nineteen years old.  He enlisted with the name he had used since birth - William A. TRAMMELL.

     The first year of his war efforts has yet been uncovered.  On 19 May 1863, he was admitted to the First Mississippi C. S. A. Hospital in Jackson, Mississippi, for Febris Intermiten Quotidian.  In layman terms he was having a reoccurring fever daily. He returned to duty 25 June 1863 after spending a month and six days in the hospital.

     While on furlough, 19 April 1864, William A. TRAMMELL and Emaline RAY married.  William was twenty-one and Emaline was eighteen just one week.

     Shortly after they were married William returned to his Unit.  The Unit went to be part of the "Battle of Kennesaw Mountain",   near Marietta, Georgia.

Note- About one hundred to one hundred and twenty-five years later over a hundred of William and Emaline's descendants would be living within a few miles of Kennesaw Mountain.

     William's unit, the 39th Regiment, Company I, was fixed on the crest between Big Kennesaw Mountain and Little Kennesaw Mountain.

     His bosses:

     Corps    -  Loring

     Division -  French

     Brigade  -  Ector

     William and two of his friends were at a spring kneeling down drinking water.  Shots.  One of his friends dropped with a bullet hole in his head. He and his remaining living friend got up to run.  More shots. William was shot in the leg.  He fell while his friend fled.  The boys in blue ran by him in pursuit of his friend, evidently assuming he was dead.

     According to the records William was shot in the knee July 18, 1864.  That, incidentally, was the same day that the President of the Confederacy fired General Joseph E. Johnston of that campaign and replaced him with General Hood.

     On his questionnaire for a pension a question was what date he was wounded and William replied "July 18, 1864".  Another question asked where was his unit at the time he was shot and he replied "Peachtree Creek" (Atlanta) which is historically accurate.  Unfortunately, the questionnaire did not ask the applicant where he was when he shot, only where his unit was, which could be two different places.

A note:  There are eight active springs on Kennesaw Mountain and several dried up ones.

     Peachtree Creek or Kennesaw Mountain? Or Chickamauga, Georgia?

Ms Thelma Swanson, a TRAMMELL/RAY descendent/researcher, found that the North Carolina Troops Roster, page 108, shows that he was wounded at the Battle of Chickamauga, Georgia.

     The Chickamauga Battle was held in the Northwest corner of Georgia, September 19th and 20th, 1863.  I personally think this

could be another William TRAMMELL listed (Mrs. Swanson later stated that it could have been William K. TRAMMELL wounded at Chicamauga).

     On August 6, 1864, William appeared on a receipt roll at Marshall Hospital in Columbus, Georgia.

     He was put on wounded furlough.  He told his grandchildren that he recuperated in a private home in Andersonville, Georgia.

     Andersonville was not far from the Marshall Hospital in Columbus (about 20 to 30 miles).  The Andersonville Confederate Center had the facilities for a hospital and a prison.  The cruel conditions at Andersonville Prison still shock people. Men were forced to suffer and die in painful and cruel ways just for fighting in a cause they believed in or had to fight.  Some of the prisons in the North were just as bad - one that comes to mind is Camp Chase, Ohio.

     Another academic question:  Which Andersonville?  During the Civil War times there was a Andersonville Community in Cobb County at the northern border of Cherokee County, where Highway 92 is today, only about three or four miles east of where he eventually settled in Woodstock.

     He said that in that private home where he recuperated the lady that nursed him was named Amanda Jane.  A few years later he would honor that lady by naming his only daughter after her.

     After he got well enough he somehow gained possession of a mule and walked (or limped) back home to Macon County, North Carolina, which if the Andersonville was in Cobb-Cherokee County it would be slightly over a hundred miles away, if the Andersonville was in Southwest Georgia it would be close to three hundred miles away.

     Apparently, he arrived home before November 1864 (based on the incubation period and birth date of their first born Charles).  He was about twenty-two when he returned from the War.

     For the next couple of years William and Emaline lived just south of Franklin, North Carolina and had two children.

     Posey C. Wild was a close friend.  He was the close friend who was with William at the time he was shot by Union Soldiers by the spring, and was lucky to flee with his life.  After that event,

     10 August 1864, Posey was promoted to Second Lieutenant.

     Another close person to William was his uncle Jacob Van Buren "Van" TRAMMELL.  Van was only a few years older than William and they lived in the same household during their childhood lives.  With  William and Van living in the same house; with the same last name; and close to the same age - some thought they were brothers.

With that, this story has been handed down through the generations in the RAY Family:

     "Van TRAMMELL and his brother William were trying to collect pay for a horse that had been stolen from William.  The man refused to pay. William hit the man with a gun and killed him.  Van left for Arkansas and William for Georgia."

The man who William and his uncle Van Trammell killed was named Lambert.  - Surname TRAMMELL from nformation submitted by Darlene Lackey. June 18, 2004, posting no. 1405.

    Actually, Van went to Round Prairie Township, Benton County, Arkansas.

     The William A. HUNTER family went to Texas.  In Texas, William acquired "twelve or fifteen" tracts of land and tried being a cattle rancher.  He had problems supplying water and had to give it up.

     It is unknown where or when they ranched in Texas.  We do know that one of their children, Frank Paris Hunter (my grandfather), was born in Granbury, Hood County, Texas, in 1879.

     A little puzzle:  Based on a Family Bible Frank Paris Hunter was born in Granbury, Texas.  It has been handed down orally that Frank Paris was named after Paris, Texas.  Paris, Texas, is about one hundred and fifty miles east of Granbury.  Not close enough for namesakes - but apparently so.

     1879 was also the year William and his family came back east and settled in Cherokee County, Georgia, less than ten miles away from Kennesaw Mountain, where he fought in the Civil War fifteen years earlier.

     They first settled in the Kelp Community, which was in the area of what is presently the vicinity of the intersection of State Highway 92 and Bells Ferry Road.

     William joined the Masonic Lodge which was located just a few miles east of Woodstock, which was the community of Anderson-    ville.  This "Andersonville" was discussed earlier the possible  "Andersonville" William recuperated from his Civil War wounds.

     When their oldest son Charlie grew up he opened a store appropriately called "Hunter's Store".  He was also the Postmaster of Kelp.  The Kelp Post Office was in a section of Hunter's Store.

     Charlie also wrote a newspaper column of local news.  The name of the column was also "Hunter's Store".

     William A. HUNTER's son William Jason HUNTER was killed in June of 1896, at the age of twenty-one, in a hunting accident.  William Jason when killed, had a pregnant wife (Fannie) and a daughter.  William A. and Emaline had their daughter-in-law and granddaughter move in with them. They took up their late son's responsibility of providing food and shelter.  The child that Fanny was pregnant with was named Lois.  They lived with them until their death.

     William A. HUNTER was also raised by his grandparents because of a parent dying.  Which may be why William did this deed, because he knew the feeling.  Again, history repeats itself.

     Although it appears that William fled Macon County, North Carolina, in the 1860s, around the turn of the century he would return each year during apple season to see old friends and relatives, and of course to get a load of apples.

     About 1908, William and his oldest son Charlie bought land in Woodstock, on Main Street, just a couple of blocks south of the center of town.  They both built houses on the property.

     Now (1998), the house is a store for rental company.

     An act of Congress was passed in 1910 authorizing a soldier's pension for men who fought in the Civil War, for the North as well as the South.  That same year, going on sixty-eight, William applied for his pension.  On his application he stated that he was in Company I of the 39th Regiment (Infantry) of North Carolina.  The application was turned down because no one by the name of William A. HUNTER was on the roster.

     The roster did show a William A. TRAMMELL who enlisted on 1 May 1862.  He and Posey C. Wild enlisted the same day.  And at the Kennesaw Mountain Park, on the list of all those who fought, his name as TRAMMELL is listed.

     He had a slight dilemma.  He could admit he changed his name after the war.  But what would be the consequences?

     His solution worked.  He gathered up three witnesses to swear to a questionnaire affidavit that he had not only fought but also was wounded in the War.

The witnesses:

1.  Posey C. WILD on the questionnaire said he had known William all his life "and have seen him occasionally since he left  this county in 1867".  Posey also wrote that William lived in Woodstock, Georgia, since 1879, and still occasionally saw him "through my relation living there".

2.  Doctor T. W. MCCLOUD said he witnessed William wounded in the knee on or near Kennesaw Mountain during what is known as the

    Georgia Campaign.

3.  George A. CAMPBELL said he saw William wounded in the knee or near the knee, the bullet tearing away much of the muscle and going through the leaders of the upper part of the leg about the knee.

     In his latter years his grandchildren remembered him walking stooped over, carrying a cane, and speaking in a deep whispery voice.

 CONFEDERATE NORTH CAROLINA TROOPS

39th Regiment, North Carolina Infantry

39th Infantry Regiment was organized at Camp Patton, Asheville, North Carolina, in July, 1861, as a five company battalion. In November the unit moved to "Camp Hill" near Gooch Mountain where it was increased to eight companies. In February, 1862, it was ordered to Knoxville, Tennessee, where two more companies were added. Its members were from the counties of Cherokee, Macon, Jackson, Buncombe, and Clay. The 39th took part in the Cumberland Gap operations, then saw action in the Battle of Perryville. Assigned to Walthall's, McNair's, and Reynold's Brigade, it fought with the Army of Tennessee from Murfreesboro to Atlanta, then endured Hood's winter campaign in Tennessee. In 1865 it shared in the defense of Mobile. This regiment lost 2 killed, 36 wounded, and 6 missing at Murfreesboro and had 10 killed, 90 wounded, and 3 missing at Chickamauga. During the Atlanta Campaign, May 18 to September 5, it reported 16 killed, 57 wounded, and 10 missing. On May 4, 1865, it surrendered. The field officers were Colonel David Coleman, Lieutenant Colonels Hugh H. Davidson and Francis A. Reynolds, and Major T.W. Peirce.

Robert (?) moved to Mr. Hunter's Friday, Dec 17, 1915.

- From Minnie Durham Westmoreland's journal, page 4.

Pa sold his house to Arck? McCleskey Oct 9, 1917, and moved in with Mr. Hunter in Woodstock.

- From Minnie Durham Westmoreland's journal, p9

Mr William Hunter and Mr Buck Medford died in the Fall of 1928.

- From Minnie Durham Westmoreland's journal, p19

William and Emaline are buried at Carmel Baptist Church in Woodstock, Ga.  One day a couple years ago after a storm I heard the weather did a lot of damage in the Woodstock area, in the area I checked out the cemetery.  The church's steeple was resting long-wise on William's and Emaline's grave.

William lived 85 years and Emaline 79

William and Emaline married 18 April 1864, in Macon County, NC.  After they were married he returned to his Confederare unit near Marietta, Ga for the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain, where he was wounded.

Emeline is the daughter of John and Nancy Sumner Ray, she was the 7th of 11 children.

They had the following children:

1.  Charles Jefferson Hunter (1865 - 1954).

2.  Arminta Jane Hunter (1866 - 1955)

3.  John Rafas Hunter (1870 - 1955)

4.  William Jason Hunter (1875 - 1896)

5  Frank Paris Hunter  (1879 - 1950)

6  Oscar Ray Hunter (1884 - 1963)

7  Arthur Riley Hunter (1884 - 1967)

November 22, 1963.

 

November 22, 1963. One of those days the Earth stood still and you will remember what you were doing when you heard the news of the John F. Kennedy assignation in Dallas.

Brothers WC & Ed Hunter

 Brothers: My uncle W.C. (Waltter Clairence) Hunter and my dad Ed Hunter. W.C. was a war hero in WWII. He was injured in the war, Africa I think, and the medical people had to put a metal plate in his head.

He had a hard time adapting to civilian life, even homeless at times. His nickname on the streets of Marietta was “Peanut”. He spent his last years in the Veterans’ Hospital in Milledgeville.

Stewart's Pure Station

 This is Base Camp Restaurant at the foot of Kennesaw Mountain. Before it was Mountain Biscuits. We had breakfast there this morning after a doctor’s visit. This building was a Pure Service Station. When we were in our preteen years Van Callaway, Sam Carsley and myself walked to and up to the top of Kennesaw Mountain as we did sometimes. Afterwards we stopped at this Pure For refreshments. A country store was inside. Behind the counter was our math teacher Dallas Stewart. He told us his parents owned the store. Dallas and his wife, also a teacher, lived in the basement. Years later I was talking to my mother-in-law’s friend, Babara Tilley, who lived in our neighborhood, and she told me she and Dallas were siblings. She has since died. It’s a small world.

Sight Seeing

 

I took this picture of the United Nations in the early 1970s. We got to tour the world famous center and its chambers and all, which includes their post office. We thought it would be unique to mail UN postcards with UN postal stamps from there. We made our selections of stamps and cards and got in line to the postal clerks’ windows. As I remember there were about 3 or 4 people ahead of us in line.

The lady ahead of the line dealing with the postal clerk was having a hard time trying to decide which stamps to go on which card. She was a perfectionist at our expense.

Finally a man in line hollered out something like, “Jeeez! We don’t have all day lady!” The lady told him (and us) that it was her right to pick what she wants. Then he shouted even louder that the rest of us have things to do today. The postal clerk’s face was non-committal.

Our expression was not so unexpressive. We ate it up. We saw a typical New York resident shout at a stranger and kept on unforgiving shouting. All very typical NYC people. Authentic realism!

It was almost as good as the “UNTO THESE HILLS” play at the Cherokee Indian Reservation in the Smokies, North Carolina

Woodstock

 

WE WERE IN WOODSTOCK 50 YEARS AGO!! It is true, we were there. Man, it was so crowded you could hardly move. But that is the way it was on Sundays after church at the Pine Crest Inn Buffet in Woodstock. All you could eat! That is Woodstock, Ga., 30188.(art by Jack Davis (MAD)). OOPS! CORRECTION: Pine Crest in was not in Woodstock, Ga. at all, it was up the road several miles in the Holly Springs, Canton area. Nothing like cold hard facts to ruin a good joke.

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! MAD Magazine #25 looks at BASEBALL

 This is just a little off course, maybe just a few weeks.

Torn from the pages of MAD Magazine #25, written by editor Harvey Kurtzman and illustrated by Atlanta's own Jack Davis.

Remember to click on each page to make it bigger and hopefully understandable  and funny..

Paper Airplanes and the Dam

 

Here are two airborne true adventures:

I'll tell you the time we went to Allatoona Dam and airborned several paper airplanes. I told this story before, so if it seems you have heard it before, you probably have. They year was about 1960. My friend Sam Carsley's (1941 - 2013) was a freshman at Georgia Tech.

One day Sam came to my house with a cardboard box with no top. In the box was a neat stack of plain paper. Sam did every thing extremely neat and well organized.

In class he had learned some about aero dynamics and wanted to experiment. We drove to Allatoona Dam and walked up the steep cement steps to the top. On the edge of the damn, or the Eowah River side Sam neatly made paper airplanes we tossed them over the side. Which, I suppose we could have been arrested for littering if caught, but we didn't think about that.

Sam knew what would happen but wanted to see it. The west wind coming down the Etowah River Valley would swoosh up when it hit the dam. And when it swooshed up it would catch the paper airplanes we had just contributed to it and carry it high up in the air, sometimes almost out of sight. Some planes hitched rides with other high winds and went to points unknown and some fell back down only to be caught b another westward wind swooshing up the damn and be carried back up, over and over.

I don't know if they are still rising and falling or not.

We should have put messages on the paper airplanes that sailed off to points unknown.

Another time at Tech Sam learned about Einstein's Theory of Relativity, E=MC(2). He said in its simplest form one might understand. He said if you are riding on a bus standing in the aisle and say you put a big X on the floor that you are standing on. And while the bus is moving you jump up and come back down. You should come down on the X. Because you are moving forward at the same rate of speed as the bus.

So, with that in mind, if you are in a convertible and throw a beer can up in the air and stop suddenly the beer can is traveling the same speed as the car, and if the car stopped it will land in front of the car. Sam had a 1956 Chevrolet convertible he had just bought from Anderson Motor Company. We went to Paulding County, on the dirt deserted roads behind the drive-in theater and the Dallas Drag Strip, which I knew the roads well from slipping in both at different times.

We chose the far out deserted place because nothing seemed more terrible to Sam as being caught breaking the rules.

Out on the dirt road in the night time we built up a speed of maybe 35 or about mph, and I tossed a half can of beer straight up at the same time Sam slammed on the brakes.

WHOMP!!! The half can of beer hit his hood and put a little dent in it.

That was the end of our Mr. Wizard-style experiments