Saturday, June 20, 2015
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Thought about this. I actually have been out of the dating game since I married in June 1992 for more than 23 years now. The last 10 years separated then single. Not sure how to get back in. Sitting on the sidelines waiting........Is it even worth my time? Don't know! But how I do miss the comfort of a MAN!
Saturday, August 16, 2014
I’m having a
great deal of trouble find out more about this man my grandfather, John
Ragland. I've tried Ancestry.com but I'm afraid that due to genocidal history
of Native Americans and the harsh oppression of Slavery I may not be able to
find out much information on my own. I’m
not rich and cannot afford to hire a genealogist but I do hope not to go to my
grave and not fully know my family history.
....More informaton on Mother's side of the family
As I write this short account of the descendants of Great Grandma Mandi, in my imagination I can visualize what may have happened over two hundred years ago somewhere in Africa. As a young girl in her mid-teens, she was perhaps going about some daily routine or maybe participating with others in some village activity when she was set upon by scouters for slave buyers, captured, bound and brought to some place in South Carolina, leaving forever her parents and 13 brothers and sisters.
I remember Papa (Dennis), saying that she told them she was bought by a man named Rayner for $250.00. Being tall, dark and heavy, she was put to work in the fields. Later, as often happened to defenseless slave women, she gave birth to a half-white baby, after the master (or some other white man) had forced himself upon her. It was from this baby, named Harriett Elizabeth, that Mandi’s lineage expanded.
My oldest brother, Rozelle, is the oldest living family member, who remembers Grandma Mandi. She was bedridden, as he remembers her. He recalls one day, while in her room, he stepped on a board in the room and that it made a loud noise. He remembers that she had a heavy voice as she scolded him for making the noise and told him to go out or stop that noise. She frightened him and he told his mother “that woman scared me”. His mother told him “that’s not just a woman, that’s your grandmother.” He also remembers that he was 6 or 7 when she died. He said that grandma Harriett said Mandi was 96 years old when she died.
Sometime during the early 1840’s Harriett married Harmon, a light skinned man, probably of the same plantation. He was a man of large stature, very strong and proud. Dennis said that he remembered his mother describing him as a very intelligent man with high ideals, and that in spite of the danger, he did not hesitate to speak out against the injustices placed upon them as Black people. He was a natural leader who found it difficult to accept the position forced upon him as a slave. It was because of his bravery and strong sense of manhood that he would later have to leave his family.
Grandma Harriett was a very quiet person. I remember her very well, since I was 8 years old when she Harriett died. She often played with us and talked about things that happened long ago. I also remembered that she liked to cook.
About the middle of the 1850’s, a slave holder by the name of Williams from Henning, Tennessee (Lauderdale County) came to South Carolina and purchased them from Rayner. They were brought by a 7 or 8 wagon train caravans with their 2 small boys, Jerry and Wash and Great Grandma Mandi. The Williams owned a plantation and general store in Henning. There, at the big house Grandmamma Harriett was the cook. Grandpapa Harmon and Grandma Mandi worked in the fields.
Grandpapa Harmon and Grandmamma Harriett were the parents of 3 sons; Jerry, Wash, and Dennis and one daughter Hannah. Another son, Burl was born to Harriett later by another marriage.
After Hannah was born, it was obvious that she had been fathered by a white man (probably the master). Grandpapa Harmon , being the proud man that he was, apparently in some way, protested this abuse of this wife. As a result, one day seven white men went to the field were he was plowing to whip him. But, since he was a very strong man and also alert, he outwitted them, quickly took the single tree from the plow, beat all seven of them off and ran away. He eluded the captors for many weeks, through fields, woods and across waters. Later, news came that he had been overtaken and slain near the Ohio River as he attempted to cross.
In 1865, the Civil War ended and slavery was over, Harmon, the father and head of the family was now gone. Slain because of his rebellion against the degradation of slavery, he had missed the victory that was to come so soon after his death. Now freed, Harriett moved her family from the Williams plantation into Haywood County to a section called “the Watkins Quarter”. They would now begin their lives as freedmen.
Sometime later, Harriett married a man named Rivers, the father of Burl. All of the four brothers and one sister lived to adulthood, married and lived full lives, raising their families through hard work and devotion. They were all farmers and some possessed other skills as well.
Jerry, the oldest, was born in 1848 in South Carolina. He was a brown-skinned man of medium height and very stock build. He was a member of St. John Baptist Church where he was a deacon and a devout worker. He lived near Stanton, Tenn., where he and his wife, Sallie (Miller) brought up their twelve children: Nellie, Liza Jane, Melissa, Emmaline, Anna, Mary Helen, Lucy Harriet, Sam, Eugene, Jerry Jr., Roger and Japser. In Later years, his children brought him to Memphis, where he died in October, 1923 at the age of 75. All of his children lived to adulthood, however, all are now deceased.
Wash(ington) was born in South Carolina about 1855. He was light complexioned, of average height and well-built. He was a ferryman on the Big Hatchie River. He married Alice Stotts(first cousin of Jerry’s wife, Sallie). They had four sons and four daughters: Willis, Dave, Joe, Ned, Zoda, Betty, Lucy and Parthenia. At the time of his death, between 1915 and 1920, he was almost 59 years old. Two of his children, Dave of Jackson, Miss. And Betty King of Brownsville, TN. are still living.
Dennis (Papa, as we, is children called him) was born April 6, 1862, in Henning TN. I often remember him saying that he was 3 years old when slavery ended. He was of reddish-brown hue and of medium height and weight. A skilled and resourceful man, he was a timber contractor, sorghum mill operator and carpenter. He built his home, as well as two other houses, on his 95 acre farm, for tow of his children after their marriages. A philanthropist, he assisted other farmers in building their houses and helped many people financially and otherwise. He was an active, respected leader of the Koko community (between Brownsville and Somerville) and belonged to the order of Knights of Pythias. He was an outspoken man and an avid reader. He subscribed to various periodicals and newspapers, including Marcus Garvey’s Negro World. He was a member of Prospect C.M.E. Church where he held various offices. He was a devoted family man and a good provider. He had a daughter, Lucy, whose mother, Leona Miller, died in childbirth. He and his first wife, Ella Woodson were the parents of three sons and seven daughters: Luevester, Jim, Minnie, Ella, Albertine, Burl Thomas and Annie (twins), Rozelle, Magnolia and Mattie Ester. His wife, Ella, died in 1899 when the youngest child, Mattie Ester was 3 years old. He married Luella Short (my mother) `on November 19, 1904. She was a second cousin of Sallie and Alice, the wives of Jerry and Wash. To this union 9 children, 7 sons and 2 daughters were born. They were: Eodes, R.T., Donald, O.Z., Alversa, Velentine, Lemuel, Semuel and Harmon. Dennis died on July 12, 1947, at the age of 85. Of his children, 6 are still living: Rozelle, St. Louis, MO., Mattie Ester Turner, Pontiac, MI., Alversa Lee, Memphis TN., Velentine Carr, Humboldt, TN., Semuel, St. Louis, MO., and Harmon of Haywood County, who still lives, with his family on the farm his father purchased in 1905, and in the last house that he built there.
(MY BLOOD LINE)
Hanna, the only daughter, was born in Henning about 1864. She was of such light complexion that she could have passed as white. She was short and heavy in stature. She was loved by everyone, was always kind and ready to do a good deed. She lived and raised her family near Koko and belonged to St. John Baptist Church which she loved and attended as often as she could. She and her husband Green Perry, were the parents of 6 sons and 2 daughters: Trealeus (Trip), Jessie, John, Mattie, Tom, Arch, Leora, and Granville. She died in 1939 in Brownsville about the age of 75. All of her children lived to adulthood, but are now deceased.
Burl was born June 10, 1870. He was darker browned skinned and very tall. An avid hunter and sharp shooter, he wood often go to the woods in the morning and bring back 15 to 20 squirrels. He was a trapper of raccoons and possum, as well as a good fisherman. He was a jovial man, full of fun and often playing pranks with the children. He lived and raised his family in Haywood County in a section called “over the creek”. He belonged to Hope Baptist Church. Burl married Harriet Miller. To them 6 children were born, four daughters and 2 sons: Evelyn, Mannie, Walter, Willie, Alcesta, and Marth Ann. Later, he married Canzada Turner. One daughter, Edna, was born to this union. In later years, Edna took him to St. Louis to live with her. He died there in 1963 at the age of 93. All of his children reached adulthood and three are still living: Evelyn Rivers, Detroit, MI, Mannie Hines Chicago, IL, and Edna Williamson, St. Louis, MO.
The children of Harriett and Harmon Williams’ offspring have multiplied, raising their own children and those in turn their own, and so on: until now there are 7 (nine 9 currently) generations since Mandi. These Descendants have made and are making their contributions in may ways. Having inherited the spirit of resistance that fired the souls of our forefathers, some have made an impact on society as participants in the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960;s, continuing the fight for the principles of justice and freedom. Some have entered such professions and occupations as: business, industry, law, education, ministry, farming, nursing, real estate, music, entertainment, social sciences, government services and other fields, - carrying on the tradition of the family as a unit of strength, holding to the values and ideals set forth so long ago.
As I write this short account of the descendants of Great Grandma Mandi, in my imagination I can visualize what may have happened over two hundred years ago somewhere in Africa. As a young girl in her mid-teens, she was perhaps going about some daily routine or maybe participating with others in some village activity when she was set upon by scouters for slave buyers, captured, bound and brought to some place in South Carolina, leaving forever her parents and 13 brothers and sisters.
I remember Papa (Dennis), saying that she told them she was bought by a man named Rayner for $250.00. Being tall, dark and heavy, she was put to work in the fields. Later, as often happened to defenseless slave women, she gave birth to a half-white baby, after the master (or some other white man) had forced himself upon her. It was from this baby, named Harriett Elizabeth, that Mandi’s lineage expanded.
My oldest brother, Rozelle, is the oldest living family member, who remembers Grandma Mandi. She was bedridden, as he remembers her. He recalls one day, while in her room, he stepped on a board in the room and that it made a loud noise. He remembers that she had a heavy voice as she scolded him for making the noise and told him to go out or stop that noise. She frightened him and he told his mother “that woman scared me”. His mother told him “that’s not just a woman, that’s your grandmother.” He also remembers that he was 6 or 7 when she died. He said that grandma Harriett said Mandi was 96 years old when she died.
Sometime during the early 1840’s Harriett married Harmon, a light skinned man, probably of the same plantation. He was a man of large stature, very strong and proud. Dennis said that he remembered his mother describing him as a very intelligent man with high ideals, and that in spite of the danger, he did not hesitate to speak out against the injustices placed upon them as Black people. He was a natural leader who found it difficult to accept the position forced upon him as a slave. It was because of his bravery and strong sense of manhood that he would later have to leave his family.
Grandma Harriett was a very quiet person. I remember her very well, since I was 8 years old when she Harriett died. She often played with us and talked about things that happened long ago. I also remembered that she liked to cook.
About the middle of the 1850’s, a slave holder by the name of Williams from Henning, Tennessee (Lauderdale County) came to South Carolina and purchased them from Rayner. They were brought by a 7 or 8 wagon train caravans with their 2 small boys, Jerry and Wash and Great Grandma Mandi. The Williams owned a plantation and general store in Henning. There, at the big house Grandmamma Harriett was the cook. Grandpapa Harmon and Grandma Mandi worked in the fields.
Grandpapa Harmon and Grandmamma Harriett were the parents of 3 sons; Jerry, Wash, and Dennis and one daughter Hannah. Another son, Burl was born to Harriett later by another marriage.
After Hannah was born, it was obvious that she had been fathered by a white man (probably the master). Grandpapa Harmon , being the proud man that he was, apparently in some way, protested this abuse of this wife. As a result, one day seven white men went to the field were he was plowing to whip him. But, since he was a very strong man and also alert, he outwitted them, quickly took the single tree from the plow, beat all seven of them off and ran away. He eluded the captors for many weeks, through fields, woods and across waters. Later, news came that he had been overtaken and slain near the Ohio River as he attempted to cross.
In 1865, the Civil War ended and slavery was over, Harmon, the father and head of the family was now gone. Slain because of his rebellion against the degradation of slavery, he had missed the victory that was to come so soon after his death. Now freed, Harriett moved her family from the Williams plantation into Haywood County to a section called “the Watkins Quarter”. They would now begin their lives as freedmen.
Sometime later, Harriett married a man named Rivers, the father of Burl. All of the four brothers and one sister lived to adulthood, married and lived full lives, raising their families through hard work and devotion. They were all farmers and some possessed other skills as well.
Jerry, the oldest, was born in 1848 in South Carolina. He was a brown-skinned man of medium height and very stock build. He was a member of St. John Baptist Church where he was a deacon and a devout worker. He lived near Stanton, Tenn., where he and his wife, Sallie (Miller) brought up their twelve children: Nellie, Liza Jane, Melissa, Emmaline, Anna, Mary Helen, Lucy Harriet, Sam, Eugene, Jerry Jr., Roger and Japser. In Later years, his children brought him to Memphis, where he died in October, 1923 at the age of 75. All of his children lived to adulthood, however, all are now deceased.
Wash(ington) was born in South Carolina about 1855. He was light complexioned, of average height and well-built. He was a ferryman on the Big Hatchie River. He married Alice Stotts(first cousin of Jerry’s wife, Sallie). They had four sons and four daughters: Willis, Dave, Joe, Ned, Zoda, Betty, Lucy and Parthenia. At the time of his death, between 1915 and 1920, he was almost 59 years old. Two of his children, Dave of Jackson, Miss. And Betty King of Brownsville, TN. are still living.
Dennis (Papa, as we, is children called him) was born April 6, 1862, in Henning TN. I often remember him saying that he was 3 years old when slavery ended. He was of reddish-brown hue and of medium height and weight. A skilled and resourceful man, he was a timber contractor, sorghum mill operator and carpenter. He built his home, as well as two other houses, on his 95 acre farm, for tow of his children after their marriages. A philanthropist, he assisted other farmers in building their houses and helped many people financially and otherwise. He was an active, respected leader of the Koko community (between Brownsville and Somerville) and belonged to the order of Knights of Pythias. He was an outspoken man and an avid reader. He subscribed to various periodicals and newspapers, including Marcus Garvey’s Negro World. He was a member of Prospect C.M.E. Church where he held various offices. He was a devoted family man and a good provider. He had a daughter, Lucy, whose mother, Leona Miller, died in childbirth. He and his first wife, Ella Woodson were the parents of three sons and seven daughters: Luevester, Jim, Minnie, Ella, Albertine, Burl Thomas and Annie (twins), Rozelle, Magnolia and Mattie Ester. His wife, Ella, died in 1899 when the youngest child, Mattie Ester was 3 years old. He married Luella Short (my mother) `on November 19, 1904. She was a second cousin of Sallie and Alice, the wives of Jerry and Wash. To this union 9 children, 7 sons and 2 daughters were born. They were: Eodes, R.T., Donald, O.Z., Alversa, Velentine, Lemuel, Semuel and Harmon. Dennis died on July 12, 1947, at the age of 85. Of his children, 6 are still living: Rozelle, St. Louis, MO., Mattie Ester Turner, Pontiac, MI., Alversa Lee, Memphis TN., Velentine Carr, Humboldt, TN., Semuel, St. Louis, MO., and Harmon of Haywood County, who still lives, with his family on the farm his father purchased in 1905, and in the last house that he built there.
(MY BLOOD LINE)
Hanna, the only daughter, was born in Henning about 1864. She was of such light complexion that she could have passed as white. She was short and heavy in stature. She was loved by everyone, was always kind and ready to do a good deed. She lived and raised her family near Koko and belonged to St. John Baptist Church which she loved and attended as often as she could. She and her husband Green Perry, were the parents of 6 sons and 2 daughters: Trealeus (Trip), Jessie, John, Mattie, Tom, Arch, Leora, and Granville. She died in 1939 in Brownsville about the age of 75. All of her children lived to adulthood, but are now deceased.
Burl was born June 10, 1870. He was darker browned skinned and very tall. An avid hunter and sharp shooter, he wood often go to the woods in the morning and bring back 15 to 20 squirrels. He was a trapper of raccoons and possum, as well as a good fisherman. He was a jovial man, full of fun and often playing pranks with the children. He lived and raised his family in Haywood County in a section called “over the creek”. He belonged to Hope Baptist Church. Burl married Harriet Miller. To them 6 children were born, four daughters and 2 sons: Evelyn, Mannie, Walter, Willie, Alcesta, and Marth Ann. Later, he married Canzada Turner. One daughter, Edna, was born to this union. In later years, Edna took him to St. Louis to live with her. He died there in 1963 at the age of 93. All of his children reached adulthood and three are still living: Evelyn Rivers, Detroit, MI, Mannie Hines Chicago, IL, and Edna Williamson, St. Louis, MO.
The children of Harriett and Harmon Williams’ offspring have multiplied, raising their own children and those in turn their own, and so on: until now there are 7 (nine 9 currently) generations since Mandi. These Descendants have made and are making their contributions in may ways. Having inherited the spirit of resistance that fired the souls of our forefathers, some have made an impact on society as participants in the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960;s, continuing the fight for the principles of justice and freedom. Some have entered such professions and occupations as: business, industry, law, education, ministry, farming, nursing, real estate, music, entertainment, social sciences, government services and other fields, - carrying on the tradition of the family as a unit of strength, holding to the values and ideals set forth so long ago.
TRACING THE FAMILY TREE. PROUD TO HAVE NATIVE AMERICAN BLOODLINE
Mother's side of the family lineage.....
COLEMAN’S HISTORY
In the early 1800’s three tribes of Indians moved from Kentucky to West Tennessee. These three tribes were the Tuckers, the Tuggers and the Graves. It is believed that these tribes were of Chickasaw heritage. During this time, many explorers were settling in Kentucky which caused severe battles between the white settlers and the Indians. After the Revolutionary War in 1775, Indians made repeated attacks on Kentuckians in defense of their land. It was during this time that Chief Tucker, one of the chiefs of the Indian Nation, was killed. It is thought that the state of Kentucky was originally named after Chief Tucker. The killing of Chief Tucker brought about the migration of these tribes. As the Tuckers, Tuggers and Graves moved west, they had to cross the Mississippi River which resulted in the death of many of the people. Their numbers were large and there tee-pees stretched for almost a mile.
Specific information on the Tuggers is not known at this time, but the Graves originated in Africa. Their ancestors had been kidnapped by the invaders and shipped to England. England later sent most of their slaves to the United States before the end of the Revolutionary War in the 1700’s. it is noted that the Graves were referred to as relatives of the Tuckers, in particular, “Will Graves, who was called Uncle Will. He was married to Aunt Sara and they had eight children.
It is the Tuckers of the Chief Tucker tribe that gave rise to the Coleman family. All of the Tuckers were described as being tall in statute, with long sharp noses and very black hair.
In the early 1800’s, Shack Rollins Coleman, the half-brother to Dr. Rollins –one of the first doctors in Fayette County, married Celia Tucker. Cely was one of the daughters of Chief Tucker. Shack and Cely lived in Fayette County and were the parents of eight children. Five of these children became Methodists, and three became Baptist. These children were Owens, Harvey, Pate (he would have been my grandmother’s father), Joe, Jim “Nig”, Mace, Sally, Anna, and Jane. Jim “Nig”, a Baptist, married Susie Sweet. Jim “Nig,” and Shack were often described as being unusually large blond-haired men.
Susie Sweet was also of the Tucker tribe. She was the granddaughter of Chief Tucker. Susie’s mother was also named Celia Tucker, and Jim “Nig’s” mother was named Celia Tucker too. They were two of Chief Tucker’s daughters by his seven wives, therefore making them half-sisters. Susie’s father was named Miriam Lyles Nelson. Miriam was a son of the well-know Lyles family of Fayette and Haywood counties. The Nelsons swapped two smaller boys for Miriam when he was quite young. Miriam was just the right size for climbing and picking fruits from the fruit orchards. Miriam and the three Nelson boys would pick and sell fruit from the nelson’s orchards throughout the counties. The Indians could not call Miriam’s name, so they would just refer to him as the “sweet” man. Later Miriam and on of the Nelson boys changed their last name to Sweet. This gave rise to the Sweet family’s name. The maternal grandparents of the Coleman’s. Susie Sweet’s parents, Miriam and Cely had ten children; Mace, Agnes, Rachel (my grandmother’s mother), Susie, Fannie, Judy, Ella, Henry, Louis, and Tim. Susie Sweet married Nig Coleman and lived in Fayette County. They had nine children. Three were born in Fayette in the late 1800’s. These were William, Ellis, and Robert. Nig and Susie then moved to Haywood County (Brownsville is in Haywood county) in the early 1900’s and the other six children were born there. They were Gilliam, Fanny Kate, Tim, Marshall, Jim and Bertha.
Gilliam married Josie Pruiett in the early 1900’s and they lived in Haywood County. They were the parents of six children: Curtis, Hester, Lela Mae, Fannie, Albertine and Josephine. Five of these children live in nearby areas. Only two descendants of Nig and Susie are now living, they are Gilliam and Bertha. Both reside in Memphis (Since the writing of this biography, Bertha has passed away).
After slavery ended and the Emancipation Proclamation was granted, the Rollins and the Lyles gave land to their offspring for the building of a family church. This land cost 50 cents an acre and was located on the east side of the road from today’s church, St. John’s Baptist Church. it was very poor land and had originally been a cemetery for slaves and Indians. A small log church was erected and was named St. John’s “across the river.” (That would have been the Hatchie River). The first seven deacons included the old grandfather, Miriam Sweet. As the congregation increased, seven more deacons were added. These included the relatives Uncle William Graves, Harvey, Pate, Tim Sweet, as well as Jerry Williams, Emmett Winters, Frank Wilkes, and Jeff Powell. The congregation continued to grow and another building was needed, so a new church was built across the road on the west side and seven more deacons were added. These included the relatives of Nig Coleman, Olley Graves, Will Dotson, and West Douglass. It was the practice that when a father or uncle died, a son or another relative would replace him as a deacon. This church eventually grew to have a very large membership in Haywood County and continues to serve the community until this very day.
Specific information on the Tuggers is not known at this time, but the Graves originated in Africa. Their ancestors had been kidnapped by the invaders and shipped to England. England later sent most of their slaves to the United States before the end of the Revolutionary War in the 1700’s. it is noted that the Graves were referred to as relatives of the Tuckers, in particular, “Will Graves, who was called Uncle Will. He was married to Aunt Sara and they had eight children.
It is the Tuckers of the Chief Tucker tribe that gave rise to the Coleman family. All of the Tuckers were described as being tall in statute, with long sharp noses and very black hair.
In the early 1800’s, Shack Rollins Coleman, the half-brother to Dr. Rollins –one of the first doctors in Fayette County, married Celia Tucker. Cely was one of the daughters of Chief Tucker. Shack and Cely lived in Fayette County and were the parents of eight children. Five of these children became Methodists, and three became Baptist. These children were Owens, Harvey, Pate (he would have been my grandmother’s father), Joe, Jim “Nig”, Mace, Sally, Anna, and Jane. Jim “Nig”, a Baptist, married Susie Sweet. Jim “Nig,” and Shack were often described as being unusually large blond-haired men.
Susie Sweet was also of the Tucker tribe. She was the granddaughter of Chief Tucker. Susie’s mother was also named Celia Tucker, and Jim “Nig’s” mother was named Celia Tucker too. They were two of Chief Tucker’s daughters by his seven wives, therefore making them half-sisters. Susie’s father was named Miriam Lyles Nelson. Miriam was a son of the well-know Lyles family of Fayette and Haywood counties. The Nelsons swapped two smaller boys for Miriam when he was quite young. Miriam was just the right size for climbing and picking fruits from the fruit orchards. Miriam and the three Nelson boys would pick and sell fruit from the nelson’s orchards throughout the counties. The Indians could not call Miriam’s name, so they would just refer to him as the “sweet” man. Later Miriam and on of the Nelson boys changed their last name to Sweet. This gave rise to the Sweet family’s name. The maternal grandparents of the Coleman’s. Susie Sweet’s parents, Miriam and Cely had ten children; Mace, Agnes, Rachel (my grandmother’s mother), Susie, Fannie, Judy, Ella, Henry, Louis, and Tim. Susie Sweet married Nig Coleman and lived in Fayette County. They had nine children. Three were born in Fayette in the late 1800’s. These were William, Ellis, and Robert. Nig and Susie then moved to Haywood County (Brownsville is in Haywood county) in the early 1900’s and the other six children were born there. They were Gilliam, Fanny Kate, Tim, Marshall, Jim and Bertha.
Gilliam married Josie Pruiett in the early 1900’s and they lived in Haywood County. They were the parents of six children: Curtis, Hester, Lela Mae, Fannie, Albertine and Josephine. Five of these children live in nearby areas. Only two descendants of Nig and Susie are now living, they are Gilliam and Bertha. Both reside in Memphis (Since the writing of this biography, Bertha has passed away).
After slavery ended and the Emancipation Proclamation was granted, the Rollins and the Lyles gave land to their offspring for the building of a family church. This land cost 50 cents an acre and was located on the east side of the road from today’s church, St. John’s Baptist Church. it was very poor land and had originally been a cemetery for slaves and Indians. A small log church was erected and was named St. John’s “across the river.” (That would have been the Hatchie River). The first seven deacons included the old grandfather, Miriam Sweet. As the congregation increased, seven more deacons were added. These included the relatives Uncle William Graves, Harvey, Pate, Tim Sweet, as well as Jerry Williams, Emmett Winters, Frank Wilkes, and Jeff Powell. The congregation continued to grow and another building was needed, so a new church was built across the road on the west side and seven more deacons were added. These included the relatives of Nig Coleman, Olley Graves, Will Dotson, and West Douglass. It was the practice that when a father or uncle died, a son or another relative would replace him as a deacon. This church eventually grew to have a very large membership in Haywood County and continues to serve the community until this very day.
Dictated by Gilliam Coleman, 1985
Monday, August 4, 2014
A lot of activity happened in the hometown this past weekend begining Aug 1st thru the 3rd. There were several family reunions, a school reunion, and a street festival to name of few. Since my little woman's illness I do not have a social life and don't get to go out to these types of events. I am surprised at how lonely I have been feeling about missing all the activities that went on. I don't think that I would have minded so much if I did not view all the Facebook posts that were being shared by those in attendance. I have come to the realization that life is passing me by. I have missed so much in life but I pray my reward will be given on Judgement day for I do not regret being blessed to have given birth to such a beautiful and special woman. I am needed here and yet there is an emptiness that I can't seem to fill right now.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Another Year!
Another year has passed. It has been an interesting one at best. I lost my lovely four legged fury child after 17 wonderful years with him. I'm divorced as of January 28, 2013 after 21 years of marriage. Ironically if he had not signed off on the divorce I would have ended up being a widower in July 2013. And, I found out the health crisis that my beloved child has been experiencing for the past 3 years she will eventually succumb to. That has and still is the hardest thing for me to deal with. I have given up my life to care for her for 31 years now due to her handicap and I am so broken by this life challenge. But God reminded me that I have always said that I wanted her to go before me. I just cannot imagine leaving this life and leaving her behind without me. I just fear that someone would harm her and not love her the way I do but even that does not comfort me right now.
Her father, my 1st husband, is no longer with us and somedays I just wish that he was around to care for her so that I would have some time for me for a week at a time. Just me! I have no friends and have not felt the comfort of a man for over nine (9) years now. Since men are so selfish and would require more of my time than I'm prepard to give right now it looks like I'll not experience the feel of another man and will be going to my grave single.
It is the wish and my prayer to have a windfall of money so I can retire from work and stay home fulltime with my little woman until the end. I pray that she does not suffer and will go peacefully and that I do not have to watch her suffer. God be ever so merciful. Continue to guide my steps, the shoulder I can lean and cry on.
Until later.....hope it's not another year. Need an outlet!
Her father, my 1st husband, is no longer with us and somedays I just wish that he was around to care for her so that I would have some time for me for a week at a time. Just me! I have no friends and have not felt the comfort of a man for over nine (9) years now. Since men are so selfish and would require more of my time than I'm prepard to give right now it looks like I'll not experience the feel of another man and will be going to my grave single.It is the wish and my prayer to have a windfall of money so I can retire from work and stay home fulltime with my little woman until the end. I pray that she does not suffer and will go peacefully and that I do not have to watch her suffer. God be ever so merciful. Continue to guide my steps, the shoulder I can lean and cry on.
Until later.....hope it's not another year. Need an outlet!
Monday, July 15, 2013
Saturday, July 6, 2013
My Best Friend. Loved him sooooo much!!
I love you soo much. Thank you for being a part of my life!!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
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Another year has passed. Well actually I last posted in September of 2011. Gained back a little weight. Can't/won't say how much right now. Not too terribly dissapointed though. Wanted to give a shout out to my sister Danielle Risby who passed away in 2004. She would have turned 51 yesterday 02/13/12. And although it has been 8 years since Donnie's passing I ache at the thought of her having to leave her daughter Ashley Guyse, sons Timothy Guyse and Damion Guyse behind. How she will not get to see her grandchildren grow up and see who they will become. She is missed by so many and I know we will all cherish her memory. Love you sister. As as you are comforted by our Lord and savior I pray that you will watch over us all until we all can sit down at the table of our father and laugh at the good and bad times we shared together.
We were not close, but the biggest regret that I have is not getting closer to her before she passed away. She made an effort to connect I think when she thought she would not survive her battle with breast cancer. I did not know that she was fighting this battle when she made the initial contact and when I knew it just wasn't enough time to repair our relationship, not that we ever really had one but the one that we had. Don't get me wrong I loved her. I think we just did not clearly understand one another. As the once rebel in the family, I am not really close to any of my siblings. There are seven of us and until my sister's passing i was the 2nd to the eldest of my mother's children.
Here we are in order of our births. Using our highschool graduation pictures. We are all much, much older now. Danielle has 3 children: two boys and a girls. I have one daughter, Kay has two boys and a girl, Marcia: two girls and a boy, James: one daughter, Marcus: two boys and a girls, Tiffany: none. So far Danielle, and Marcia have grandchildren. I will never have any. My beautiful woman was a true gift from GOD. Born blind, non-verbal and developmentally delayed having children is out of the question. I'm so OK with that.
Not sure why I'm even sharing all this. I don't share my blog with anyone. Off sick today. Hear the little woman stiring now we are in the evening hour now. Time to get her dinner.
Friday, September 16, 2011
An awful pattern
I seem to only update my blog once a year. Still cant say if I'll do any better. CONGRATULATIONS TO ME. LOST 33 POUNDS. A long hard fight and still have a long way to go. Getting there.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Personality
Per http://personaldna.com I am a Reserved Analyst.
THIER FINDINGS:
• Your attention to detail, confidence, sense of order, and focus on functionality combine to make you an ANALYST.
• You are very curious about how things work, delving into the mechanics behind things.
• Along those lines, how well something works is usually more important to you than what it looks like.
• You find beauty and wonder mainly in concrete, functional, earthly things.
• You are very aware of your own abilities, and you believe that you will find the best way of doing things.
• Accordingly, problems do not intimidate you, as you believe in yourself.
• You trust yourself to find solutions within the boundaries of your knowledge.
• You don't spend a lot of time imagining how things could be different—you're well-grounded in the here-and-now.
• It is important for you to follow a routine, and you prefer the familiar to the unknown.
• You approach problems in an analytical way, not getting caught up in your own emotions. You are an independent thinker, not wedded to the preferences of others.
• You much prefer to have time to plan for things, feeling better with a schedule than with keeping plans up in the air until the last minute. Your decisions are well thought out, and you're not the least bit impulsive.
• You do your own thing when it comes to clothing, guided more by practical concerns than by other people's notions of style.
• The control you feel over your life is empowering to you-- you believe in your abilities and acknowledge your shortcomings. Explanations of the world that focus on destiny or fate don't really interest you. You take responsibility for what goes wrong in your life, and also for what goes well.
If you want to be different:
• Try to embrace the imaginative, creative part of your personality more often.
• Try moving beyond the things that you find comfortable—open yourself up to a broader range of experiences.
how you relate to others
You are Reserved
• You are RESERVED – you aren't someone who always needs to have others around, and you find you can handle most situations on your own.
• You can be very happy spending time alone, and enjoy your own thoughts and ideas.
• You find it difficult to understand why some people get so emotional and tell everyone else their problems.
• You believe that if you want to get something done, it is best to do it yourself.
• In your experience, other people are not always completely dependable, so you generally rely on yourself and only a few close others.
• Despite your independence, you are not a closed-minded person who makes hasty judgments about others. You know that it isn't always easy to walk in other people's shoes.
• At times other people's feelings are puzzling to you, and you wish that people were more rational.
• Your vision of the world is complex – your values are not set in stone. Instead, you are able to change your beliefs as you learn new information.
THIER FINDINGS:
• Your attention to detail, confidence, sense of order, and focus on functionality combine to make you an ANALYST.
• You are very curious about how things work, delving into the mechanics behind things.
• Along those lines, how well something works is usually more important to you than what it looks like.
• You find beauty and wonder mainly in concrete, functional, earthly things.
• You are very aware of your own abilities, and you believe that you will find the best way of doing things.
• Accordingly, problems do not intimidate you, as you believe in yourself.
• You trust yourself to find solutions within the boundaries of your knowledge.
• You don't spend a lot of time imagining how things could be different—you're well-grounded in the here-and-now.
• It is important for you to follow a routine, and you prefer the familiar to the unknown.
• You approach problems in an analytical way, not getting caught up in your own emotions. You are an independent thinker, not wedded to the preferences of others.
• You much prefer to have time to plan for things, feeling better with a schedule than with keeping plans up in the air until the last minute. Your decisions are well thought out, and you're not the least bit impulsive.
• You do your own thing when it comes to clothing, guided more by practical concerns than by other people's notions of style.
• The control you feel over your life is empowering to you-- you believe in your abilities and acknowledge your shortcomings. Explanations of the world that focus on destiny or fate don't really interest you. You take responsibility for what goes wrong in your life, and also for what goes well.
If you want to be different:
• Try to embrace the imaginative, creative part of your personality more often.
• Try moving beyond the things that you find comfortable—open yourself up to a broader range of experiences.
how you relate to others
You are Reserved
• You are RESERVED – you aren't someone who always needs to have others around, and you find you can handle most situations on your own.
• You can be very happy spending time alone, and enjoy your own thoughts and ideas.
• You find it difficult to understand why some people get so emotional and tell everyone else their problems.
• You believe that if you want to get something done, it is best to do it yourself.
• In your experience, other people are not always completely dependable, so you generally rely on yourself and only a few close others.
• Despite your independence, you are not a closed-minded person who makes hasty judgments about others. You know that it isn't always easy to walk in other people's shoes.
• At times other people's feelings are puzzling to you, and you wish that people were more rational.
• Your vision of the world is complex – your values are not set in stone. Instead, you are able to change your beliefs as you learn new information.
My Personality
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| You rarely get angry and it takes a lot to make you angry, however you are not generally self conscious about yourself. You lead a leisurely and relaxed life. You would prefer to sit back and smell the roses than indulge in high energy activities. You tend not to express your emotions openly and are sometimes not even aware of your own feelings. There are times when you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary, however you are mostly candid, frank and sincere. People find it moderately easy to relate to you, however you do not particularly like helping other people. Requests for help feel like an imposition on your time. You are not an overly cautious person. You will think about alternatives and consequences but make up your mind fairly quickly. |
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Sunday, December 21, 2008
Its been over a year since my last post
A year has past. Nothing has changed in my life worth mentioning.
The financial world has lost its mind. Greed around the globe has spurred uncertainty in our business and government leaders. What seems as an overwhelminly need to line ones own pockets is far more important than looking out for the better good of humanity. We can't trust anyone to do what it right. As we end 2008 what can inhabitants of earth look forward to in 2009?
Dear God, I pray that your hands are upon us and that it be your will to end poverty throughout the world. End all wars and needless murder, and killings of your children. Bring peace and properity for all. Lift our spirits, soften our hearts, and heal our bodies of sickness and pain. Bring all love ones home to the waiting arms of those who miss and need them most. And dear God please don't make it hard to know the truth, your truth!
In Jesus name,
AMEN!!
The financial world has lost its mind. Greed around the globe has spurred uncertainty in our business and government leaders. What seems as an overwhelminly need to line ones own pockets is far more important than looking out for the better good of humanity. We can't trust anyone to do what it right. As we end 2008 what can inhabitants of earth look forward to in 2009?
Dear God, I pray that your hands are upon us and that it be your will to end poverty throughout the world. End all wars and needless murder, and killings of your children. Bring peace and properity for all. Lift our spirits, soften our hearts, and heal our bodies of sickness and pain. Bring all love ones home to the waiting arms of those who miss and need them most. And dear God please don't make it hard to know the truth, your truth!
In Jesus name,
AMEN!!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
A New Day
I'm slow to change. But this is a new day.
I have nothing provocative to write today. But maybe on another day. We'll see.
I have nothing provocative to write today. But maybe on another day. We'll see.
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