Me With My Dumb Butt:

I don't want to take a joke to far but:

I woke up in a mild sweat, grabbed the first piece of paper (old envelope) I found and a pencil.

Quickly I wrote, " hands on hip with palms out," "man," "Alabama", "head on ground",  "round, smooth dark skin"," "Derby" "portly face", "lying flat on ground"

I then started to put the pieces together.

The Dream:

My sister friend Carolyn,(who had spent over 25 yrs off and on with my brother) and I were standing in a line somewhere when I told her to look at that man in line over there.

He's standing there all proud with his hands on his hips.

I giggled a little and said, he looks funny with his hands on his hips and his palms outward like that. He acts as if he does not want to touch the inside of his hands on his pants.

I giggled again and  wondered what he looked like from the front. 

From the back he was tall and slender, but those hands positioned like that threw him off.

Carolyn replied, he is from Alabama I bet; all the men stand like that are from Alabama. 

Alabama, Alabama!!! why, I am  going to be researching and looking for my folks in Alabama. That is, if I ever get out of Texas with my research.

Me with my dumb butt walked over to him to ask those simple words...who are your people in Alabama. :) 

When I got to where he was, all I could see was a head on the ground. No body just a head. What happened to the tall man?

Do you think I took off running. Nope! not in this dream I didn't. 

I laid down on the ground facing him and asked, " are you from Alabama?" 

The head smiled. He had a fat portly face, dark skin and a deep smile with dimples. He had a hat on his head that looked like a derby that men wore back in the twenties. 

He then shook his head yes and smiled wider.

Me again with my dumb butt asked, 'who's your people and what was your mother's maiden name?" 

The head said, Jo Hopkins!

That's when I woke up and looked for something to write with.

I turned on my computer went straight to Ancestry and tried to find a Jo Hopkins. 

I had no luck looking in Texas and Alabama but I sure tried to find that clue somewhere.

(I don't know what that dream meant but I at least looked at it as a clue.)

That was on a Sunday when I had the dream.

Monday's Conclusion I Think:

On Monday, my grand-daughter and I went to take care of a few errands, one being the Credit Union. 

I sent her in with my card but she quickly came out saying that I had to come in because she was not on the card according to their policy.

  

I went in, stood in line, teed off because I had to get out of the car.

I will be durn if I did not see a tall man with hands on his hips just like in my dream. His palms were facing outward.  I froze! 

Me with my dumb butt did not ask him if he was from Alabama.

Nor did I lay down on the floor like a fool. 

I stared at him for a long time looking up and down from his face to his hands.

He looked nothing like "the head". 

The lady in the office located next to the line came out and said that their system was down and that they could not process anything for a while.

She had no idea when it would come up, but she would be happy to do the paper work and input the information later. 

I quickly ran into her office. Not that I was scared mind you of the man with his hands on his hips but eerily weary of what I should do. 

Should I say, excuse me sir but....or... can I ask you a question sir.... or... I don't want to sound silly sir, but... Whew my head was spinning.

When I finished my transaction, I glanced and saw that the man with the outward palm was still there. 

I went out the front door, started my car up and left.

Now I am wondering if that man was named Hopkins. Did I miss my chance?

I don't know but I sure as heck didn't ask.

The Big Spring Break

The Plan:
Plans had been made for Spring Break and five young college girls were all set to go to California for a week of fun at the amusement parks and the beach. Friday was the big day but the trip would not start until one of the young ladies got off work later in the evening.

One of the plans was to detour to another city, spend the night at my grand-daughters uncle and aunt’s house, and then head to Los Angeles where a hotel room was reserved until Tuesday.

The Storm:
I love the weather channel and most days aside from looking at MSNBC and CNN I tune in on what the weather looks like in other states. What caught my attention right away was that a massive storm was headed into California and by early Friday morning Arizona would feel its wrath. Snow up in the northern half and rain and high winds in the southern half of the state.

I am now concerned that these young ladies might not know what lies ahead. As the hours pass by and the sky turns dark, here comes the rain and hail. My daughter and I both call our lil lady and tell her what we see coming. The response we got was “we know”.

As the rains beats down harder and no letup in site, another call was made by my daughter again saying that it was storming too hard and it was too late in the evening to head out. They would probably not reach Moreno Valley until about 12:O’clock in the a.m. The response “we know”.

I was worried and my daughter was also. In fact I could see the water rising up in her eyes because she knew that the girls were not thinking straight. So I made a call to my brother, the Uncle!! After expressing our concerns to him, he called. His response to his niece was “%$$%^&” and “&%&**” and “I mean it!!!!!!”

The next thing we knew the girls came by the house and said they would not leave until early in the morning around 5:00 A.M. The text message came in around 7:O’clock A.M. and they just hit the road. I asked my daughter if they had overslept even though I was okay with that time. She said they may have been relieved to leave when they did. LOL

Aside from calling when they reached a point to tell us where they were, the next important call came when they got to Los Angeles. They found the hotel but could not find a place to park. I could hear my daughter saying that it must be awfully crowded. She said can’t you guys just pull up front and go check in and then find a parking spot.

The next I heard from daughter was’ what do you mean there was no up front, what’s the name of the hotel?
After a few more words and telling my grand-daughter to call as soon as they check in, she got on the Internet and Thank God for Google

Good Gracious Googly Woogly Now!

The next sound I heard was Oh My God, Mama, this is the hotel where they found this lady’s body in the water tower. Mama, this is where the serial killer Richard Ramirez stayed!! The next sound I heard was my daughter’s finger hitting the digits on her phone calling her daughter. The first call was not answered. The second ringy-dingy was and they had checked in to the infamous Hotel Cecil.

My grand-daughter must have said something to the fact that the room was small after listening to what my daughter told her she found out on Google. She stated that she would call her back after talking to her friends. The nights had all been paid for and their money was all rationed out on what they were to spend while they were there.

Me, I got on the phone again and called my brother, told him what daughter found on Google and asked him to call her again. He called and told them that he knew the area and that they should consider what they would lose versus what they would really lose as far as safety. The area they were in was full of folks that were not so desirous. They would be subject to be ripped off of their belongings etc, etc. He also stated that he could get them a couple rooms at the base.  Again my granddaughter said she would call him back after talking to the rest of the girls.

The Rest Of The Story:

Hopefully they were in the process of getting the heck out of there when they decided to take pictures of what the room looked like. As they were filming, they heard a man scream from the room next door.

The Calm After The Storm:

The young ladies had to cut their losses, see what they can find that will be free but fun and know that lessons had to be learned. Lessons like you do in school to get a good grade. Do your homework because it pays off in the end.

Don’t let this be the last of your spring breaks as a group; it’s all a part of growing up. By the way, old Hugh looks like he is all waxed up (smile)

Caught In The Middle Of A Name

Oh Aunt Hettie, I just found out your middle name!

It's Lorraine just like a cousin of mine on my paternal Daviss side. That name even suits you to a tee now that I think about it. Nat King Cole even recorded a song called Sweet Lorraine
He sings in the song how he can't wait to marry Sweet Lorraine. I can imagine Uncle Shug felt that same way when he popped the question to you years ago.

I won't show the image here where I saw your middle name due to privacy concerns but I did find you in the census with your parents John and Mary Dove Johnson in Harrison County Texas for verification of my records.



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I remember the time when I was small visiting Marshall with my mom. We went to your house to
see you and Uncle Shug. I stayed there for a couple hours while mom and your son C.W. went to find Morton Jr.

I don't remember spending the night but I do remember you sitting in the kitchen churning butter. Of course curious me sat down next to you instead of playing with the cousins. I wanted to do what you were doing, and ease my mind on how you could make butter like that.

You gently told me from start to finish the process. I wish that I had been older and had a camera to take a picture of those strong wonderful hands. I can see visions in my head now of those yellow flecks, and also the toppings that later became buttermilk.

When it was time for me to leave as I was going out the door, I looked right and left for that cow who started all that business that you went through and finished.

Aunt Hettie Lorraine you were awesome then and remain so in my memory.


Not to let my paternal side get off free, I also found out in my researching my Aunt Bernice's middle name. I had always known the initial was a C but never knew what it stood for.

I even thought it was Cooper for awhile because Uncle Owens middle name was Cooper.
Now that is a story within itself. Owens after his mom's maiden last name and Cooper after his grandmother's maiden name.


My cousins and I went on a research trip to Anderson Texas several years ago and one of the gems we found was the Delayed Birth Certificate of Aunt Bernice. A great resource when you had to have proof to being born for mainly legal purposes.

Now this is a record I can use for verification because the person who attested was present at the birth.

Bernice Cordelia Daviss! I wonder where this name came from. I did see a 1910 census where my grandparents were seen several living houses down from the Bassetts.

The way the make up is of the land is and how the enumerator took the census, they could very well be living next door to each other. I am so quick to believe that Cordelia Bassett was the person she was named after even though more research is needed to verify that.

Here is the excerpt from Ancestry

Source Citation: Year: 1910; Census Place: Justice Precinct 1, Grimes, Texas; Roll: T624_1555; Page: 8B; Enumeration District: 0027; ; FHL
microfilm: 1375568.

Aunt Bernice and I never got to meet in person but oh what good stories I have heard about her. I did talk to her over the telephone on several occasions and for that I am eternally grateful.


You know me, I wanted to see if anyone had the name Middle and guess what! I found a young man, son of Minnie Adams with the middle name of Middle in Caddo County Louisiana in the 1900 census.


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Source Citation: Year: 1900; Census Place: Police Jury Ward 5, Caddo, Louisiana; Roll: 559; Page: 1B; Enumeration District: 0032; FHL microfilm: 1240559.

Not to be undone I thought I would look for someone whose first name was Middle. What do you know, I found her in Oklahoma.

Middle is the eleven month old daughter of Walter and Mable Freeman.


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Source Citation: Year: 1920; Census Place: Armstrong, Nowata, Oklahoma; Roll: T625_1478; Page: 7A; Enumeration District: 59; Image: 264.

I guess next time I will look for someone whose first name is First with a middle name Middle. LOL (Just playing)

My initial thinking in all of this was the hope that I could find out the maiden name of one of my great grands.

After looking at all the familiar first and middle names that my greats named their children, I went though the area my ancestors lived in the 1880 census and tried matching those names with my peeps.

Although I came up empty, my next stop is the 1870 census Harrison County Texas.

Prelude To A Joyful Noise

Honoring 150 years since the Emancipation Proclamation was Issued:

The proclamation declared "that all persons held as slaves" within the rebellious states "are, and henceforward shall be free."

Easther Thornton born between 1854-1864 San Jacinto County Texas

James "Jake" Daviss born 1854 North Carolina

James Conway 1847 Texas Sally White Cooper Conway born 1862 Grimes County Texas

John Lewis born 1845 Texas,Sally Jefferson Sims Lewis born 1864 Fayette County Texas


December 31, 1862.....Anxious, singing, anxious, praying, anxious, joyful,

anxious, anxious, bells will be ringing the glad glad news, anxious, In effect,

anxious, signature still wet, anxious, midnight, anxious, thankful, anxious, tears,

anxious, GOD, anxious, new year, anxious, shouting, anxious, clapping, anxious,

slaves, anxious, free, anxious, emotional, anxious, rebirth......anxious, anxious,

anxious, anxious !!!

Hannah Johnson, mother of a Northern Black soldier, writing to President Abraham

Lincoln about the Emancipation Proclamation, July 31, 1863 stated:

" When you are dead and in Heaven, in a thousand years that action of yours will make the Angels sing your praises."


January one 1863 EMANCIPATED and FREE......JUBILEE

As the Ancestors planted their seeds,vines of hope sprouted forth new life:


With pride, I salute and tip my strands of grey hair to one of my brothers who was

chosen to benefit from one of those vines of hope. Sharing also this 150 year

Emancipation Proclamation Celebration and his day of birth together.


Wheras on January One 1948 a mother and father rushed to an air-force hospital in

Texas where they anxiously awaited the birth of their child. Reflecting on the fact

that this child would be born free and knowing that all the Williams sons and

daughters benefited from that day over 150 years ago.


January one 1948..... Anxious, water, anxious, awake, anxious, relax, anxious,

breathe, anxious, Lackland, anxious, tears, anxious, relieved, anxious, happy,

anxious, San Antonio, anxious, smile, anxious, sleepy, anxious, JESUS, anxious,

thank you, anxious, blessed, anxious, proud, anxious, soldier dad, anxious, at last,

anxious,and then along came an anxious male =

A anxious mama smiled and stroked his forehead. His anxious Daddy said, "Thats my

boy" as he stuck his chest out and anxiously handed out cigars!

This one's for you Dude minus the Blue Bell and Delaware Punch

As he poses in his favorite shirt..........

The Day Ms Ruby Lee Bates Helped Shape My Life

Its funny how you remember things in your life that happened so many years ago. I was thinking of my maternal uncles who worked for the Texas-Pacific Railroad in Marshall Texas. The railroad must have been on my mind when I woke up the next day because all I saw was Ms Ruby Lee Bates and my momma. You see I got a big time punishment and it was not even my entire fault. Or so I thought at the time. Years later I can see how I could have prevented the consequences.

My buds Gloria Parker, Jean Pete and Hazel Bowen and I got out of school early. It had to be something with grading tests or Parent - Teacher meetings scheduled for later on in the day. Now that was legit but we forgot to remind our mothers that we were getting out early. Why bother them anyway because they were hard at work and no need to have them worry about us.

I now think that Gloria, Hazel and I should have headed in different directions after school let out.

That was our first mistake. I said "our" because Gloria and Hazel lived South past 7th Ave and Watkins, and I lived north and way west in back of the Capitol. Jean was the only one of us headed in the right direction towards home. Besides Ms Pete had to have some good food that we all could partake before we headed to our perspective homes.

I remember we were laughing and talking as we headed towards Jeans house when we got to the railroad track.

Our second mistake: We thought we had skills singing....(sounded good too)
To compliment those skills we saw this railroad man working. He had this large steel like gizmo he was using to turn the track.

We decided to sing a song and tease this hard working man. "I been working on the railroad, all the live long day, I been working on the railroad just to pass the time away." We sure giggled and pointed and sang that song again...heeheehee! " Can't you hear the whistle blowing, Rise up so early in the morn"

Then we heard a voice! It was Ms Ruby Lee Bates... "Vicky, does your mother know you are here, you better get your tail on where you belong. How come you are not in school? " We were so busy laughing, giggling and singing we did not hear Ms Ruby Lee's car stop. Nor did we hear Ms Ruby Lee come up to where we were. I do remember though her arm stretched out with her finger pointed in the direction I should hurry up and take.

Needless to say, I took my rear end home and waiting for me was my momma. Ms Ruby Lee had snitched and I knew it before I even got through the door good. I had to sing for my momma that day with tears streaming down my face. I been working on the railroad, all the live long day. This time the words were not so measured and the tune was all my own, made up by me.

Now I know what it means when they say it takes a village. Ms Ruby Lee and my mom were good friends and that was a record that stood til the end of their time on earth. You see, Ms Ruby Lee Bates moved back to Texas from Arizona. Her and my mom would keep up with each other by telephone. Several years later I also moved to Dallas and would visit her from time to time. I still remember that good ole roast she cooked that day I went to see her. I think that was the last time I visited because I moved back to Arizona shortly after.

I had run into her son Vernon Jr from time to time in Dallas but her daughters Ruby Lee and Jessie Mae I lost contact with. I got curious and decided to look around and research I see where they got their names.

It was from both their paternal line and maternal lines. Vernon Jr was named after his dad Vernon and Jessie Mae was named after her dads mother Jessie Mae who was the wife of Ford Bates.
Here is the 1920 census record from Ancestry (click to enlarge)

Ruby Lee as we see was named after her mother Ruby Lee Record daughter of Mose and Addie Bell Washom/Mosely Record.

According to a delayed birth record her mother Addie was born in Navasota Texas the home of my father and his parents. Did I say record! That was Ms Ruby Lee Bates maiden name.....Record (One thing we do have to remember is how we connect our research even though the spelling on the records may be unclear.)

The AR Dictionary states that the meaning of record is to recall to mind, to remember, to recollect, to meditate.

I did all of those things as I reflected that long ago memory. As I delve into my genealogy research I always record or make a record of what I find.
Little did I know that Ms Ruby Lee Record Bates would cause me to meditate (with a little help from my mom) on decisions I make throughout my life.

R.I.P. Ms Ruby Lee along with your daughters Ruby Lee and Jessie Mae

In Rememberance of those who share names in a historical perspective I honor

R.I.P. Civil Rights Legend Daisy Lee Gatson Bates of the Little Rock Nine

R.I.P Mr Eugene Record former member of the Chilites recording group and writer of songs like "Have You Seen Her" and "OH Girl"

Front Porch Hallelujah!

“The Ancestors Told; the Elders Listened; We Pass It On”

My grandmother Essie Dean Taylor was fiesty but silent when it came to her family. In her mind family consisted of those left behind so long ago in Marshall Texas.

For several years my kids and I would drive to Los Angeles from Arizona where my grandmother lived, take her to the store and load up on groceries.

The last couple of times we drove down, we tried to get her to come back with us. We could see things were changing with her mental stability.

I received a call from my brother Bruce expressing some concerns so the kids and I hopped in the car and drove down.

Our store trip ended up as a family kidnapping.

When my grandmother realized that she had been in the car way to long, that the landscape had changed from lots of freeways to cacti she became furious. The only thing I took from her house was her Bible, the picture of her father and a little yellow duck that she liked so well. Everything else, I left for others to take care of.

Yes grandmother I kidnapped you and I am glad I did.

Those days and nights of worrying eased more than you ever know. All the weight you had lost now began to hug your body because you had someone to look after you.
The onset of Dementia was somehow not as it had seemed when we visited you those days in California. You had always been a very humorous person with a wit that had your grandchildren laughing up a storm.

My regret is that my mother, your daughter did not live to see you here with us. You unknownly asked me often how was Zepher Lee doing. I always answered you with a smile and said she was resting. I know that she would have been very proud because she had always asked you to move to Arizona with her. Her daily long distance calls with you would have been changed to a person to person chat.

Once here and settled, I remember sitting on the front porch with my grandmother asking all sorts of questions. Oh how she hated that! Her mind was telling me that it was none of my business and that I was too nosey. Her family was her business and hers alone, and then she would clam up. How was I going to thread that needle and find out my family history that I so desperately had been seeking since the early 1990's.

On one of those last "sitting" on the porch days, I said to her something like I wonder what your daddy's mother looked like. She looked up and said, "You mean my grandma Mariah" I thought I would jump for joy.

Halleluja,Halleluja I silently thought. After all those years of asking, I finally got a name.

With a quiet voice I said to her, what about your grandfather, was he a nice man? Her reply was that her step grandfather was lawrence. She mentioned her father Joseph's funeral and two cousins.

I was too afraid to get up and get a pencil.

The names she mentioned was Hallie, her husband Willie and another cousin Millie. They drove down from Louisiana she said. She laughed out loud because Willie was afraid of Hallie and towered over him.

Then I made my mistake......I asked if Lawrence is your step-grandfather, what was your daddy's fathers real name?

She looked at me, stared me down and said. "You will never make any money off of my family," and zipped her mouth closed. She never mentioned names again.

I never got another hint about our family from her again. I do suspect though that something deep happened so long ago and the family kept those things within themselves.

I did go to the 1900 Harrison County Texas census and located Mariah/Maria living several doors up from her son Joseph and his wife Frances Dickerson Taylor, my grandmothers parents.

I also found Mariah/Maria and Lawrence in the 1910 Harrison County census living in the same place. I have not found Hattie, Willie or the other cousin Millie nor any last names to go with them. No death certificates for Mariah or Lawrence. I do have a death certificate for her son Joseph but no parents are listed.

My grandmother passed away two years later at the age of 95.

If that day's talk is called an interview then I guess it was. I got names that I never knew, and started another another journey in finding my Mariah's roots. Now if she would only answer me in the way ancestors do, I would be estatic.

After all I did name my blog Mariah's Zepher after her. Halleluja!!!

Broken Bruised Blessed and Bassett In Grimes County Texas

Did you ever wonder how life was right after Reconstruction in Texas.

African Americans registered to vote for the first time starting in 1867.

Those horrible Black Codes that were enacted by the 1866 11th Legislature in Texas was bent on keeping African Americans under the thumb of those who still thought blacks were inferior after the Civil war.

Thus my wondering is real as to the realization that my second great grandfather Louis Cooper actually got the chance to cast his vote. Or did he?

I found where he registered on July 29th 1867 on the 1867 Voter Registration Rolls in Grimes County Texas as well as one of my great-grandfathers John Lewis.

I am assuming that they took that walk together and picked up other brave neighbors along the way.

However, I was not able to identify Louis in the 1870 census or the 1880 census both in Grimes County Texas.

With all the mayhem that was prevalent in those times I often wonder if something may have happened to him as he went to the polls.
lets not forget the poll tax the Freedmen had to pay.

I see my first cousin's gg grandfather Ben Boges aka Boggess listed on the Freedman's Assessment Roll as paying a poll tax.

Another tax is the income tax or tax where it shows what the freedmen owned and paid.

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I also wonder how many men Louis Cooper knew who held office after Reconstruction.

Those were the brave men who against all odds wanted to help their families and community become whole after slavery. To have a better life as they began to
make it on their own, and to be protected by the laws that were supposed to be for everyone.

Men like A Houston Bassett.

Houston was born in 1857 in Grimes County. He was found in 1880 living in Davidson County Tennessee where he was boarding with the Clark family and going to school. I believe at this time he was attending Fisk.

Houston served as a Representative in the 20th Legislature serving Grimes County.

I know my grandparents knew him and his wife Cordelia Foster Bassett. They were next door neighbors in Grimes County, Navasota Texas. In fact my great aunt Bernice Cordelia Daviss Smith may have been named after his wife.

I would love to find out if there is a descendant connection to either one of them.

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Ancestry 1910; Census Place: Justice Precinct 1, Grimes, Texas; Roll: T624



Houston has been cemented in the annals of history highlighted within these pages

What I also like is that this is also a verification of wife's maiden name of Foster

Houston A P Bassett descended into Heaven in Grimes County Texas and is buried in the Little Flock Cemetery. The same cemetery that my paternal ancestors are buried. May he Rest In Peace.

In this day and age although not political is another famous Bassett who undoubtedly stood on someone's shoulder. Its too bad she is not a Texan LOL