Found this on Flickr. Pretty cool to see my last name displayed in that fashion!
09 July 2009
08 July 2009
Lincecum Grocery
This is how I remember my great grandparents, Georgia Ellen "Trigg" Hector and Charley Wilbur Lincecum.
In this second picture, Grandpa Charley is holding me. It's Thanksgiving 1975 in Missouri. I can see clearly that I am happy in his arms. Little did I know that I had less than 10 more months to have them all to myself. My brother was born September 1976. :-) I don't remember much of life before my brother, and it's hard to imagine Trigg and Charley had a life before me!The newest edition of the Smile for the Camera Blog Carnival has a topic of "Worked." I could easily have discussed the farm. Charley's father, Francis Marion Lincecum, left his land in Hickory Ridge, Missouri to be divided among his children when he passed on. Charley farmed his portion and eventually bought out his siblings to own and operate all of the land. I can recall seeing a picture of Charley in his farming attire, surrounded by farming equipment. If memory serves correctly, it was a newspaper clipping in which he was interviewed about the Great Depression. And family stories suggest Grandma Trigg was a good gardener. I do not have possession of any photos to illustrate these times. But that's not the occupation I want to focus on, anyway.
In about 1950, Charley and Trigg bought a grocery store in Delta, Missouri. I'm not really sure why they decided on this. Maybe they knew, as they began to age, it would be harder and harder to keep up with farm maintenance. I believe another reason for the purchase was it was intended to be Lincecum & Son Grocery. My grandfather, however, had other plans. He entered the U.S. Air Force instead of sticking around Delta. I'm sure Great-Grandpa Charley was a little upset, but there were no hard feelings towards his son. Grandpa B. J. went on to see the world, and he made sure he shared it with his parents.
This is my favorite picture from the days of Lincecum Grocery. Charley and Trigg at the register -- posing, but not quite posing. The date on the back says December 1954. Next is a truely awesome photo from inside the store. Trigg is near the register, and Charley is across the aisle from her.
I wasn't around to watch my great-grandparents during the days of Lincecum Grocery. I have been driven by the old brick store,though, and it still stands today. I'm thrilled to have the knowledge of this bit of family history, as well as a few photos to "see for myself."
This final image is in a frame on a shelf a little more than a foot above my computer screen. The frame is a simple one. At the top is printed "A Family Is Forever." Lord, I'm glad that is true.
03 July 2009
Sophia Hyatt Buried at Sea
Sophia Hyatt was born 27 March 1804, the daughter of Charles Hyatt. She married John Smythe Richardson 9 April 1827 in Providence, Rhode Island. Elizabeth Buford Richardson wrote about Sophia in her book A Genealogical Record of the Richardson and Buford Families:
"She was delicate, but the change from the northern clime to this southern home agreed well with her; she took on flesh which made her even more beautiful. She was intelligent, cultured, and well read, and she kept up with the leading topics of her day. Although it was more than twenty-five years before the war between the sections culminated, yet at that remote period she was quick to discern the unfairness dealt by northern politicians to her adopted southland, whose cause she heartily endorsed. Could she then have looked through the vista of time she would have seen her own four noble boys, grown to warrior men, in battle array against the northern foe. But she was brave as well as true and just, and had she been with us in the hour of offended rights, her kiss of good-bye to her soldier boys would have been accompanied by the buckling on of their armor.
When twelve sunny years in her southern home had passed, and she had been the mother of eight children (five were living), a bronchial cough developed. Cuba was highly recommended as a health resort for such troubles. She was taken there in the winter of 1839-40. For awhile she seemed to improve, but suddenly grew worse and died on March 14, 1840. An effort was made to bring her remains home, but it became necessary to bury them at sea. She had been reared in the Episcopal Church, so the Episcopal service for the “Burial of the dead at sea” was used, and thus she was buried in the silent hour of night. Why in the night? Her first born was on that vessel. His young heart must not be further lacerated. The casket was taken from the box in which it was enclosed, the box again closed and left in place. Hearts were touched when at times on the following day, as hitherto, and so on to the close of the voyage, that dear boy, sad and lonely, was seen sitting by that empty box."
John Smythe Richardson, eldest son of John Smythe and Sophia Hyatt Richardson, was only 15 years of age at the time of his mother's death and that sad, lonely voyage.
"She was delicate, but the change from the northern clime to this southern home agreed well with her; she took on flesh which made her even more beautiful. She was intelligent, cultured, and well read, and she kept up with the leading topics of her day. Although it was more than twenty-five years before the war between the sections culminated, yet at that remote period she was quick to discern the unfairness dealt by northern politicians to her adopted southland, whose cause she heartily endorsed. Could she then have looked through the vista of time she would have seen her own four noble boys, grown to warrior men, in battle array against the northern foe. But she was brave as well as true and just, and had she been with us in the hour of offended rights, her kiss of good-bye to her soldier boys would have been accompanied by the buckling on of their armor.
When twelve sunny years in her southern home had passed, and she had been the mother of eight children (five were living), a bronchial cough developed. Cuba was highly recommended as a health resort for such troubles. She was taken there in the winter of 1839-40. For awhile she seemed to improve, but suddenly grew worse and died on March 14, 1840. An effort was made to bring her remains home, but it became necessary to bury them at sea. She had been reared in the Episcopal Church, so the Episcopal service for the “Burial of the dead at sea” was used, and thus she was buried in the silent hour of night. Why in the night? Her first born was on that vessel. His young heart must not be further lacerated. The casket was taken from the box in which it was enclosed, the box again closed and left in place. Hearts were touched when at times on the following day, as hitherto, and so on to the close of the voyage, that dear boy, sad and lonely, was seen sitting by that empty box."
John Smythe Richardson, eldest son of John Smythe and Sophia Hyatt Richardson, was only 15 years of age at the time of his mother's death and that sad, lonely voyage.
02 July 2009
Thankful Thursday: A Genealogical Record of the Richardson and Buford Families Digitized!
I am so thankful to Mr. Philip J. Ofrias, Jr! He digitized the 1906 book by Elizabeth Buford Richardson entitled A Genealogical Record with Reminiscences of the Richardson and Buford Families. The book is full of information that adds to a few allied lines in my family tree. I've not been through it all, yet, but spent a few hours working with it yesterday.
We must remember, though, this information is to be used as a guideline. I'll have to go back and further prove all the data I glean from this book.
The author, Elizabeth Buford Richardson, was the daughter of John Smythe Richardson and wife Sophia Hyatt. Her research goes back to the early 1700's and comes up to the time of her writing -- covering almost 200 years.
Thanks, again, Mr. Ofrias, for the work it took to digitize this book and make it available to the masses.
We must remember, though, this information is to be used as a guideline. I'll have to go back and further prove all the data I glean from this book.
The author, Elizabeth Buford Richardson, was the daughter of John Smythe Richardson and wife Sophia Hyatt. Her research goes back to the early 1700's and comes up to the time of her writing -- covering almost 200 years.
Thanks, again, Mr. Ofrias, for the work it took to digitize this book and make it available to the masses.
01 July 2009
In Case You Missed It -- June 2009
Here are the most popular posts over the last 30 days:
- A Main Street in Macon
- Planters, Farmers, Sharecroppers -- I Descend from Them All
- Elvis has Left the Building, but I Got a Postcard!
- Tombstone Tuesday: Albert Warland Floyd
- Tombstone Tuesday: Saphronia Peavy
- Bertha & Aaron on FindAGrave Thanks to Sondra (Tombstone Tuesday)
- Kittie Vinson's Tombstone
- Ransom Taylor Avant
- Video: Peavy Family Plot in Byron City Cemetery
- My Dog Jack Smiles for the Camera
- A Main Street in Macon
- Planters, Farmers, Sharecroppers -- I Descend from Them All
- Elvis has Left the Building, but I Got a Postcard!
- Tombstone Tuesday: Albert Warland Floyd
- Tombstone Tuesday: Saphronia Peavy
- Bertha & Aaron on FindAGrave Thanks to Sondra (Tombstone Tuesday)
- Kittie Vinson's Tombstone
- Ransom Taylor Avant
- Video: Peavy Family Plot in Byron City Cemetery
- My Dog Jack Smiles for the Camera
30 June 2009
Lowes in the Byron Cemetery (Tombstones Tuesday)
The Byron City Cemetery in Peach County, Georgia is the final resting place of John Fletcher Lowe and wife Nancy Hartley, as well as their son Henry Alva Lowe and his wife Martha Blount:
John F. Lowe
Mar 4, 1848
Mar 24, 1903
Nancy Hartley Lowe
Jan 12, 1851
Jan 9, 1929
Henry Alva Lowe
Feb 8, 1880
Nov 15, 1934
Martha Blount Lowe
Jan 5, 1892
Apr 30, 1986
Mar 4, 1848
Mar 24, 1903
Nancy Hartley LoweJan 12, 1851
Jan 9, 1929
Henry Alva LoweFeb 8, 1880
Nov 15, 1934
Martha Blount LoweJan 5, 1892
Apr 30, 1986
27 June 2009
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