An Eye for Beauty: The Life of Clara Ross Melton by A Past Preserved

An EYE FOR BEAUTY The Life of Clara Ross Melton

Black Sand Between My Toes

EYE FOR BEAUTY The Life of Clara Ross Melton

A PAST PRESERVED

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EYE FOR BEAUTY The Life of Clara Ross Melton

E D I T E D BY H A D E N H O LM ES B R OW N

Preface The following personal history was created from more than 20 hours of recorded interviews of Clara Ross Melton. Throughout the transcribing and editing process, every effort was made to retain her voice and meaning.

Acknowledgements A heartfelt show of gratitude to our cousins Annie Laurie Smith and the late Levie Smith Jr. for generously sharing family research, letters and photographs; to Lois Sherrouse-Murphy, President of the Kathleen Area Historical Society, for her research and transcription; to Harold “Harry” Heimmer for years of beautiful photography; to cousin Bill Coleman for providing photos of the Ross family; and to the Melton girls—Judy, Kay, Lennie and Renee— for mailing photographs, reading drafts, and answering countless questions.

I would like to dedicate this book to my four daughters, Judy, Kay, Lennie, and Renee, the most important part of my life. â&#x20AC;&#x201D;Clara Ross Melton

“. . . I had a good life. I wouldn’t change a thing. I wouldn’t change picking violets and going fishing and climbing trees. I turned out to be a pretty nice little lady.”

f TA B L E O F C O N T E N T S Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

Coming into My Own

Chapter 3

Married with a Baby

Chapter 4

Raising Girls in Bynum

Chapter 5

Life on the Space Coast

Chapter 6

Tough Times and Pulling Through 58

Chapter 7

Steps of My Own Choosing

Chapter 8

Genealogy

Notes

f CHAPTER 1

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I was born on October 31, 1918, in Kathleen, Florida. My husband Ed always said it was “in back of a Co-Cola sign” ’cause it was a very small country town, on the outskirts of Lakeland. I was born at home, only two doctors anywhere near, and one had the flu and the other one was drunk, so I had a midwife. You know, I made it all right. My mother had had eight children already, so I think she was pretty up on what to do. My parents named me after my Aunt Clara, my father’s youngest sister. My family came to live in Kathleen long before I was born. My father, Asbury Ross, married my mother, Lennie Grace, in 1894 in Tucker, Georgia. They first moved to Galloway, Florida. My father and his younger brother John worked as merchants shipping strawberries on the new railroad. My older sisters tell me that in Galloway they had money, a beautiful house with beautiful things, and it was just great. And then, I don’t know how, we lost nearly everything. So that we would have a place to live, my Uncle John deeded over his land in Kathleen to my parents. They said Uncle John adored my mother. My father built the house that I grew up in on that land. My father could do absolutely anything—he just didn’t. He did do a good job building the house. He built that big house, and they raised all those kids there. I remember that you walked in the front door and the steps to go upstairs were right there. Upstairs, there were just two bedrooms, and we had nine kids! I don’t know where they slept us all; it was before my time. I had two brothers in the military, but the other brothers lived there in that house with all those girls. They tried to have it real pretty, and it was. The house had wood floors, and my father was very particular about getting water or anything on them. We had beautiful kerosene lamps. We didn’t have electric lights or a telephone until I was about ten. There was no indoor Clara’s parents, William Asbury Ross and James Leonard “Lennie” Grace, on their wedding day in Tucker, DeKalb County, Georgia, in 1894.

plumbing, but there was an outhouse. We got our water from a big old rusty pump just outside the kitchen door. My father had a typewriter that no one was allowed to touch, which he kept on a roll-top desk. You know, he was a gentleman farmer! After Mother and Daddy died, the children signed the property back over to Uncle John. There were so many of us, they couldn’t see any way to divide it up. My parents were private about their relationship, but you know, they had nine kids. In that day and time, people didn’t show their feelings much, and my family didn’t. We know that they were together all that time and they got along all right. I do think that my father was boss. He was a very domineering figure. I think he was also boss with the kids when they were little. I know he was with me. He was tall, with long legs, and was quite a dresser. Somehow he was able to dress like a million dollars. I would walk with him into Kathleen to get the mail, and he’d walk so fast it kept my little legs just a-going! Neighbors would come out and say, “Mr. Ross, slow down! That child can’t keep up with you!” He was not fooling with me; he was going to get the mail. Every time we got the mail or groceries, he did get me some candy, and that’s

ABOVE William “Asbury” Ross at home in Kathleen, Florida, circa 1938. Clara remembers helping her father build the rock birdbath. LEFT Clara, on the front porch of her house, with her beloved doll given to her by her sister Grace and brother-in-law Levie Smith.

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why I went. My father and I would also walk up to Kathleen to hear the radio. He was very interested in politics, and to this day, so am I. My father helped build the Methodist church in Kathleen, and that’s where I joined. I can remember the little outfit I wore the first time I took communion, a little blue velvet dress with a matching bonnet and leather shoes. I was dressed to the hilt. When he was a young man, my father decided to be a minister and studied to get into the seminary. I think he would have probably been good, but I don’t think he was good enough to be a minister. He said he went to Miami to be ordained and walked out before they called his name. He said he wasn’t good enough. And, if they take cussing into consideration, then he shouldn’t have been! My daddy could cuss, Lord help me, but he was very dignified and other people didn’t know that. But he knew it, and he didn’t think he should be a minister. And I agreed with him. Daddy was a smart man, but I don’t know exactly where he was educated. He had the most beautiful penmanship and could spell anything in the world. The kids would ask, “How do you spell...?” And he would spell it. Daddy had a beautiful “memory book” covered in green fabric with “W. A. Ross” in letters on the front cover. Cousins from Atlanta, classmates and pastors from Norcross, and young ladies all signed in beautiful handwriting. My mother signed it in 1894, the year they married. My mother was a kind and gentle person. I never heard her say a bad word, ever! I don’t care what happened, she never said anything unkind about anybody either. There were a lot of words that she didn’t allow in the house, yet she was very easy going. You didn’t say, “lie” or that anybody “told a lie.” If we said anything about anybody, she’d say, “Now, girls, don’t do that. Let’s say something nice.” I couldn’t even say, “I’ll be!” If I did, she’d say, “If you say that again, you’ll have to go to the cedar tree.” We had to get our own switches. No cussing for us, yet my father cussed. She kept a pretty good rein on all those kids. My sisters tell me that when she was young, she was a knockout. She looked like my sister Lillian. Then she had all those babies. I don’t remember her with the dark hair. She had white hair when I knew her. It was her disposition and ways that made her wonderful. I really loved her.

James Leonard “Lennie” Grace at home in Kathleen, Florida, circa 1925. AN EYE FOR BEAUTY

My mother used to sing to me when I was little. At night, she would say, “You want me to rock you?” I’d say, “Yes,” and she’d say, “Well, go wash your feet and put your gown on.” She made my gown out of flower sacks. I had a little step down between the dining room and kitchen where I sat and washed the black sand off my feet in a big pan. And then I’d climb up in her lap and she’d sing and I’d go to sleep. My mother sang, “Jesus Loves Me, This I Know.” I knew that song by the time I could walk. We also had that prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep/I pray the Lord my soul to keep/If I should die before I wake/I pray the Lord my soul to take.” On cold nights, I could hear her walking up the stairs bringing me a warm iron to put to my feet. She did things like that all the time. They say I was spoiled rotten. I really was. In fact, they say I still am.

I can remember as well as yesterday, though I couldn’t have been more than two or three years old, my oldest brothers coming home from the war. They had run away from home to join. My mother was out there making butter with a churn, and somebody said, “There comes some men down the lane.” And then somebody else said, “That’s Charlie and Bubba!” They were my older brothers. There was a long lane with big cedar trees along both sides, and I can remember my brothers walking down that lane coming home from overseas, in uniform. Charlie was such a sweet person. He picked me up and carried me to the orange tree to pick an orange blossom. I’ll never forget it. See, he’d never seen me. He’d been gone a long time, and it took him a long time to get home. They were so glad to be home. My mama was so glad to see them. I don’t know what happened to the churn of butter, but we probably didn’t get any of it. That was a good day.

Clara at the end of the family’s cedarlined driveway in Kathleen, Florida, circa 1925.

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Both my mother and father had beautiful gardens. They each had one! I even had my own garden from the age of nine or ten. My father brought the mule to fix the land, and I planted it my way and took care of it. We grew beautiful vegetables. We had a cow for milk and chickens that laid nice eggs. Mother made butter from the milk from the cow in a big churn. I’d even churn it. But, you know, we didn’t have “light bread,” as we called it. That was a real treat. My mother made biscuits three times a day. So we could eat, regardless of how things went. My brother Leonard and his wife Mildred were wonderful to us. He would call and get Mama’s grocery list and bring us groceries from his store, People’s Market, in Lakeland. Mildred was wonderful to my parents. Poor Leonard took the full load ’cause my brother Ralph was killed, you see. Ralph was the youngest brother, and I loved him dearly. He was going to work early one morning and two women who had been staying in a motel walked out in front of him and he couldn’t stop. He was going to hit them so he took the ditch and it broke his neck. Back then they couldn’t save you. So the whole family, eight children, came home to see him. He was conscious about six hours, then he died. And Dorothy, his wife, was pregnant. That was a sad time. He would have done his share. But it fell on Leonard. My sister Grace had a lot of children and couldn’t do much. And Lillian loved them; she just couldn’t, you know. Nobody made any money. Daddy cut my hair until I was a pretty good size. I would sit on a stool, and he would cut my bangs. Lillian finally took me to a beauty shop.

LEFT The 1920 U.S. Federal Census for Kathleen, Florida, shows seven of the nine Ross children living at home.

We all went to church every Sunday. Even when I was a baby, they took me to church. One day, my father sent my brother Charlie home as punishment; I don’t know what he was doing to get in trouble. At home, Daddy had a clock that was given to him as a wedding present that he didn’t want anybody to even touch. And Charlie took it all apart just to see how it worked. Daddy had to send it away to get it put back together! I bet Charlie really caught it!

ABOVE George Smith (Levie’s brother), Ralph, Levie, Levie Jr., Charlie, and William “Asbury” Ross.

RIGHT The obituary of Clara’s brother, Ralph Eugene Ross. The Lakeland Star Telegram, May 15, 1934.

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Every Sunday we had a special dinner and had fried chicken. My mother baked only one cake that I can remember. It was a chocolate cake with white icing. It was so good that I always wanted it before we ate! Sometimes I got it, too. My mother made ambrosia, the real ambrosia! She laughed at anyone who put bananas or apples in it. She just used coconut and confectioner’s sugar. She was real particular about peeling the oranges, and it had to be navel oranges. My mother baked or cooked everything we ate. We had very little meat at that time, but beautiful land for vegetables. On Easter weekends, we’d dye Easter eggs. I remember one year Mama and I dyed sixty-eight Easter eggs for the grandchildren. I am surprised she let me dye those eggs ’cause she loved her eggs. That’s the only money she ever had, was what she got for selling the eggs. Daddy helped me hide ’em. He got a huge kick out of that! We counted so we’d be sure to find them so they wouldn’t stink, but once in a while one would end up stinking! One Christmas, when I was about six or seven, my father said, “Well, do you want to cut your Christmas tree down today?” I was so excited! He hitched up the horse and wagon, and I hopped in. Oh Lord, I was thrilled. He’d gotten permission to cut a tree on some property that was five or ten miles away, on the other side of the railroad tracks. We rolled to a stop on some land that was just white sand with beautiful Christmas trees. He helped me out of the wagon and said, “Now, you go pick it out, and I’ll saw it down.” He didn’t care! I looked at ’em all, checking ’em out. I found one I liked, and he sawed it down. My mother and daddy put that tree up, but we didn’t have a whole lot of stuff to go on it. But, oh, I was so proud of it! The next day, a lady that I didn’t know well, maybe she owned the land with the trees, brought me a box of a dozen pink ball ornaments. Oh, they were the prettiest things! I had a fit! And that was about all that was on my tree. Another Christmas, Lillian had to buy my Christmas presents because nobody had any money. It was during that terrible Depression that had hit in 1929. Lillian worked but was making next to nothing. She had quit high school because she didn’t have the clothes to wear. I don’t know how she was making it. But she bought me the game called Jacks and one of those cellophane dolls, naked, no clothes. Lillian was very giving. My parents always tried to give me what they could, but they were old by the time I came along and they were tired.

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LEFT Clara’s sisters, Lera and Grace, with their mother. ABOVE Grace, Levie, Betty, and Levie Smith, Jr.

Grace played the piano beautifully, and her boyfriend, Levie Smith, played the violin. At night my mother and father would sing hymns. Oh, they both could sing! I would go to sleep listening to the music and the singing. It was a great life. I was the baby. My daddy decided that nine children was enough. You know, they had to feed them. I remember Grace and Levi’s wedding. After that, I was the last one left alone at home. I was lonely, but I entertained myself. I read a lot in those days because there wasn’t much for me to do. I spent lots of time in my room reading Zane Grey books. I would go fishing and go to pick violets up in the woods. My parents would say, “Alright, there are snakes out there. Be careful!” I guess they thought, Well, she’ll have to take care of herself. And I did take care of myself. I would go fishing in Ross

Creek. I’d take my little hooks and pole and say, “I’m going fishing.” And they would say, “Don’t fall in!” I’d go down to Ross Creek by myself. I’d catch a grasshopper, put it on my hook, and I’d catch fish. I’d take them home, and Mother would cook them, no matter how small. We had lots of trees in our yard, and I’d climb to the top of all of them. They’d just say, “Be careful!” When I went back to the last family reunion, I climbed the tree that I had carved my initials in as a girl. The huge trees are still out there. The house is gone, but the cedar-lined driveway looks the same. I’ve been to the top of every tree there.

My father wouldn’t let me play with just “ordinary” children. We were “too good.” I didn’t have anybody to be with; that’s why I built playhouses. I’d have a stove, you know, out in the dirt. Sometimes, they’d send me up to the store, barefooted, my hair cut in bangs, to get the mail or buy a little something. I’ve still got a note that says, “Dear So-and-so, please give Clara so much quinine,” ’cause my father took quinine for his heart. I would get me a switch and pretend I had two daughters. I’d say, “Get over here!” And I’d talk to them the whole way to the store. There was a fancy girl that came from school to visit. We sat on a bridge swinging our legs, and she dropped one of her pumps in the water. I went in after it. That night, my brother came in and said, “Give me the shotgun. Daddy says there’s the biggest gator down at the bridge.” And he shot it! The gator had smelled me. That’s what brought it up to the bridge. Daddy kept a loaded shotgun in the corner of the house, and many times on Sunday mornings he’d be walking around and say, “Clara, go get the gun!” At that time, Florida was full of snakes, and the dangers of the rattlers were very appreciated. I’d run barefooted to the house to get the shotgun, and Daddy would kill a rattle snake that was bigger around than a loaf of bread. Sometimes there would be whole rabbits in their stomachs! He used to keep the rattlers in a glass case that was beveled with brass. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at it. I was always conscious of making money, since there was none, even when I was little. I picked strawberries and made a little money. I’d walk the log across Ross Creek and go to somebody’s berry field and pick strawberries for three cents a quart. One time I made five dollars and spent six weeks looking at catalogs. Another time, I’d planted 100 camphor trees in cans, ’cause I was going to sell them! Daddy laughed and said, “I’m not sure what you’re planning on doing with those camphor trees.” Nobody could ever buy them ’cause nobody ever came! I always wanted to make money, even later. But Ed would never let me go into business. I think I could have done well. But that’s the way life was.

Clara’s second oldest sister, Grace.

My Uncle John became the fire chief in Tampa, Florida. He had a fancy car with a siren, but I wanted him to bring the great big fire

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truck. And I kept at it until he finally did. He told me to try not to touch it in so many places ’cause he had to keep it spotless. Couldn’t be any prints or anything on it. He wouldn’t put the siren on but a couple of times.

Clara’s niece, Dot Giddens, on the cedar lane with a cat.

Dot in front of Lennie’s cherished rose bush.

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My niece, Dot, who was only a few years younger than me, always talked about the fun we had when she’d come to stay. We’d build playhouses. Kids used to do things like that. We played up in the barn, which was our house. The barn was fairly clean ’cause my father was a fanatic on neatness. But it was a barn. There weren’t any animals, but Daddy’s big egg incubator was in there. He used to show me the eggs with the flashlight, and you could see the forms of the little chicks. Mama would let Dot and me take a few things from the house, but then we would find things in the barn. It had lots of stuff in it. And you made believe, in those days. As we got bigger, we’d play dress-up, and I would be Joan Crawford and Dot would be Janet Gaynor. We used to sing songs together all the time, too. We knew ’em all ’cause we listened to the radio. We all sang. Every time we got in a car we would sing! Dot was uptown. She was one of the ones who got to go to college. I didn’t ’cause there wasn’t anybody to send me to college. It was a big deal when we went to town shopping ’cause we didn’t have a car. One day, some of the family was with us and we were walking down the main street in Lakeland. We passed a jewelry store and there was a crippled man, with no legs, in front of the store. There was a bag down for money, and my mother threw all her egg money in, all the money she had! The next morning, the man’s picture was in the paper. It turns out he had legs; he was just hiding them! I said, “Dern it, he got my mother’s egg money!” But she didn’t say anything

unkind about anybody. I am not that good! You see, they didn’t have any money. It was hard times. My father would grow all these beautiful flowers, and he wouldn’t sell a one. He’d take them to the hospital, just give them away. That’s the kind of people I was raised by. I’m not that good. My father’s field of gladiolus and Shasta daisies would stretch for yards. He could have sold them to a florist, but he wouldn’t sell any flowers. Lots of people wanted to buy his flowers and he’d just give ’em to them. He didn’t believe in selling flowers like that. They weren’t really business people. In those days, it was tough living, but I guess it didn’t hurt us ’cause we all did well. My mother never had to worry about a child being in jail or anything like that, nothing. They all did real well. She had a lot to be thankful for. The schools didn’t do much of anything for us as far as education. You had to be real, real bright to get ahead. I got better schooling later on, but it was terrible early. But I had a good life. I wouldn’t change a thing. I wouldn’t change picking violets and going fishing and climbing trees. I turned out to be a pretty nice little lady. My daughter Kay asked me the other day, “Did your mother and father tell you that they loved you?” and I said, “No, they never did. But I knew they did or they wouldn’t watch after me like they did.”

LEFT A Letter from William “Asbury” Ross to his son Charlie and Charlie’s wife, Johnnie. BELOW Asbury Ross at the home of Grace and Levie Smith in Lakeland, Florida, about 1944.

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ABOVE & RIGHT The pages of William Asbury Rossâ&#x20AC;&#x2122; autograph book are filled with drawings and notes from friends, classmates, pastors, and cousins from Georgia. His fiancĂŠe, Lennie Grace, signed in 1894, the year they married. Photographs by Harold Heimmer. Black Sand Between My Toes

f THE FAMILY TREE

FOR WILLIAM “ASBURY” ROSS, CLARA’S FATHER

JAMES ROSS B Abt. 1776 in North Carolina D Abt. 1860 in DeKalb County, Georgia ANDREW MARTIN ROSS B 12 May 1813 in Columbia County, Georgia M 1835, Georgia D Feb 1888 in Gwinnett County, Georgia ELIZABETH FREEMAN D 1840 in DeKalb County, Georgia

DANIEL JACKSON ROSS B 27 Apr 1853 in DeKalb County, Georgia M 15 Jan 1872 D 20 Jan 1937 in Tucker,

DeKalb County, Georgia

HENRY MANN B 14 Feb 1786 M 26 Jun 1809 in Elbert County, Georgia D 26 Feb 1828 in Elbert County, Georgia JUDITH JOHNS MANN B 15 Apr 1812 in Elbert County, Georgia M 1835 in Georgia D Nov 1897 in Gwinnett County, Georgia SARAH “SALLIE” HALEY B 29 Jan 1793 in Elbert County, Georgia M 26 Jun 1809 in Elbert County, Georgia D 26 Feb 1828 in Elbert County, Georgia

WILLIAM “ASBURY” ROSS B 3 Jan 1873 in Georgia M 1894 in Tucker, DeKalb County, Georgia D 5 Feb 1945 in Polk, Florida ROBERT C. MILLER B 10 Oct 1792 in Chester County,

South Carolina

D 15 Jun 1849 in Newton County, Georgia CAPTAIN WILLIAM ALEXANDER CALDWELL MILLER B 18 Nov 1828 in Snapping Creek,

Newton County, Georgia

M 21 Mar 1853 in Snapping Creek,

Newton County, Georgia MI Captain, Georgia Infantry Regiment, Murphy’s Guards, Confederacy, Civil War D 20 Mar 1865 in DeKalb County, Georgia

ANN WILSON B 1796 in County Antrim, Ireland D 27 Feb 1868 in Doraville,

DeKalb County, Georgia

SARAH ANN MILLER B 6 Feb 1854 in DeKalb County, Georgia M 15 Jan 1872 D 7 Aug 1944 in Tucker,

DeKalb County, Georgia

NEAL MCDONALD B 1777 in Edinburgh, Scotland D 2 May 1857, Newton County, Georgia ELIZABETH ANN C. MCDONALD B 1826 in South Carolina M 21 Mar 1853 in Snapping Creek,

Newton County, Georgia

D 22 Mar 1898 in Doraville,

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DeKalb County, Georgia

SARAH CURRY B 6 Sep 1806 D 28 Apr 1882 in Newton County, Georgia

JOHN MANN B 1700 in Ireland M 16 Nov 1732 in South Carolina D Liberty County, Georgia, 1789

JAMES MANN B 1745 in Newberry District, South Carolina M 1766 in Ninety Six District, South Carolina MI Private, South Carolina Ranger Regiment,

Revolutionary War D 11 Aug 1814 in Ruckersville, Elbert County, Georgia

ROBERT MANN B 1716 in Ireland M 1744 D 6 Sep 1787 Ninety Six, Greenwood,

ANNE VINCENT B 1710 in Ireland M 16 Nov 1732 in South Carolina D 1797 in Newberry County, South Carolina

Newberry County, South Carolina

SUSANNAH MCCLOSKEY B 1716 in Inver, Donegal, Ireland M 1744 D 21 Aug 1787 in Dunkins Creek,

Laurens County, South Carolina

JUDITH JOHNS B 1747 in Brunswick County, Virginia M 1766 in Ninety Six, Greenwood,

South Carolina

D 1827 in Elbert County, Georgia

WILLIAM HALEY B 27 Aug 1748 in Culpepper, Virginia M 1779 in Georgia MI Dragoon, Virginia Calvary, Virginia

Continental Line, Revolutionary War Served in War of 1812. D 24 Nov 1830 in Elberton, Elbert, Georgia

MARY TRUMAN B 1744 in Lunenburg, Virginia M 1779 in Georgia D 19 Aug 1838 in Elberton,

Elbert County, Georgia

CHARLES CHRISTOPHER MILLER SR. B Circa 1760 in Antrim, Northern Ireland,

MARTIN TRUMAN B 1725 in Lunenburg,

Mecklenburg County, Virginia

M 1750 D 8 July 1824 in Walton, Georgia

ANN HERNDON B 1740 in Caroline, Virginia M 1750 D 1785 in Elbert County, Georgia

United Kingdom

MI Private, Jackâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Battalion of Minute Men,

South Carolina, Revolutionary War D 1 May 1837 in Henry County, Georgia

JOSIAS M. MILLER B 1731 in Ayrshire, Scotland M 1749 in Ireland D Bef. 02 Nov 1785 in

ANN MCCAW B Abt. 1768 in Antrim, Ireland M Abt. 1784 in Chester County, South Carolina D 1797 in Chester County, South Carolina

JOHN WILSON B Ireland

MARGARET B Ireland

Chester County, South Carolina

ELIZABETH HINDMAN B 1731 in Antrim, Ireland M 1749 in Ireland D Abt. 1798 in Chester County,

South Carolina

Anthony Finley Co., Map of Georgia, 1822.

Genealogy

Notes 1. Crawford County Historical Society, Crawford County Georgia: Families on the Fall Line, (Georgia: Wolfe Publishing, 2006), 125–126. 2. Bankston, Emmie Carnes, History of Roberta and Crawford County Georgia, (Georgia: Omni Press, Inc., 1976), 28 and 40. 3. Inferior Court Records for Crawford County, Georgia; County and Court Purposes, 1830–1846, 1846–1863. Transcribed by William R. Henry. (Georgia: Georgia Central Genealogical Society, Inc., 1989), 76 and 83. 4. Will Book, Crawford County, Georgia, (Georgia: Crawford County Probate Office, 1849), 97–100. 5. Julia Goza, Personal Recollections of Lizzie Ross Goza 1970: Research of Bible Records, Headstones and Personal Attendance), submitted by Kelly Ferrell, 3 Jul 2011. Ancestry.com. 6. Associate Reformed Presbyterian Death & Marriage Notices Volume II: 1866–1888, (Columbia, South Carolina, 1998), compiled by Lowry Ware Scmar, submitted by Nelda Kimbrough Segars. Ancestry.com (http://trees.ancestry.com/tree/3266444/story/ 63e5bfdc-e4fa-49f9-b7ea-44dd8df248af). Original data: Wells, Lawrence K., ed. The South Carolina Magazine of Ancestral Research. Vol. I–XX. Columbia, SC, USA: SCMAR, 1973–1992.

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7. Will Book, Gwinnett County, Georgia. 8. National Park Service, The Civil War, Search for Regiments, (http://www.nps.gov/civilwar/search-regiments.htm). 9. Georgia, Confederate Pension Applications, Ancestry.com (http://search.ancestry.com/search/DB.aspx?dbid=1560), Research conducted by Dale Nichols, Newport, Virginia, Jan 14, 2013. 10. “That Old Feeling,” words and music by Lew Brown and Sammy Fain. Alfred Music Publishing. Van Nuys, CA. Lyric Reprint. 1,000 copies. 11. Henry, William R. Miscellaneous Estate Records of Crawford County, Georgia: Guardians Bond Book “A” 1830–1842, Volume 1, Central Georgia Genealogical Society, Inc., 66. 12. Crawford County Courthouse. Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, GA,40-KNOX,1-1.