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Mother, writer, book fiend, music lover, history nerd. Staying true to my work, my word and my friends. Thanks, Henry.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

November 4, 1929

Nov. 4, 1929
Ala. City, ALa
Route #1

Dearest Sweetheart;

I will answer your letter which I was very glad to get and am very sorry I didn’t answer sooner.  Sweetheart, how are you at this time?  Sweet as ever.  I know you didn’t get to go anywhere Sunday, that just too bad.  We’ll go somewhere next Sunday if nothing don’t happen.  Oh, yes do you still love me like you used to?  Ha ha.  I thought I would ask for I haven’t ask you in a long time.  You said something about being jealous.  You are not by yourself.  I am jealous about that Purcell girl, her name is Ruby, ha ha.  The reason of that is I love you like nobody else can.  Say sweetheart, when are you and I going to get M_______?  A cold ha ha ha ha.  You know it won’t be long til Xmas.  I wonder what Santa Claus is going to bring me, ha.  You know what I said I wanted but that too much to ask of him.  Maybe he will bring you next Xmas.  Hope so anyhow.  I wonder what makes me love you.  Oh yes, I know because you are so sweet in your looks adn your way.  You make me happy from day to day.  I love you lots.  I love you worlds for you are my sweetheart, my only girl.

Well I will close for the period is nearly up so bye bye sweetheart.  

With lots, just worlds of love and yours if you want me,
Leslie

PS
A kiss to you, smack..ha ha

Monday, June 13, 2011

October 30, 1929

Oct 30 1929
At School
Third Period

Dearest Sweetheart:

I am not mad and wasn’t mad yesterday.  I was just worried.  Well, you speaking of troubles.  I have them too.  I am sorry you are heartbroken.  It hurts me for I love you so much.  And if you leave, I will kill myself unless you promise you will wait for me.  I would go with you, but look what a great responsibility I have driving the school bus.  I would hate to leave them without a driver, but I would for I love you.  I think you can understand my troubles.  I understand yours, I think. Couldn’t blame you for leaving.  Ruby may I come over tonight?  Will it be alright?  I want to talk with you.

Bye Bye Honey
Yours,
Leslie

PS
Answer your next study hall, please.  No dear I won’t think hard of you for writing.  I am glad you wrote. Always write or tell me your troubles and I will help you all I can.  Sure I will forgive you.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

October 1, 1929

Alabama City, Ala
Route #1
Oct. 1, 1929

Dearest Sweetheart:

I will answer the letter I got from my sweetie and was more than glad to get it.  Always glad to get a letter from Ruby.  No, Ruby I haven’t carried those fines yet, but I will today.  I sure hope they are good.  Yes Dear, Wilbur and I are planning on going to Anniston, but not to see any girls.  I only want to go for your sake so you could see the place and would have already visited these small towns before we go on our--------you-know-what.  Don t you Ruby?  Anyway you could guess, but I better not talk too much for you wouldnt’ have me, but if I find my way we would go in about two years.  Well, I guess you think I am crazy but I can’t help it.  I really love you as my darling wife.  I have dreamed of that Ruby and Oh how I hope it will come true.  Ruby, I am jealous of you which I guess you have noticed.  Yes it pays sometimes, Ruby Dear.  You said you just give me two years till I be married.  Well, you  think you’ll be ready by that time...ha ha.  I know you wouldn’t have me, just teasing of course.  That is if you take it that way, ha ha.  Anyway somebody will be lucky if they get a nice, lovely girl like you.  Oh my, I wish I was lucky. Oh well, it won’t be that long till Sunday.  I wonder if you let me come over to see my sweetheart which is you, of course.  Well, you promise you be just my sweetheart?  And I am sure I be just your sweetheart, that is if you will let me, ha ha.  

You know I got knocked cold as an iceberg, but I’m alright now.  Sure was bad about the wreck that my friend had yesterday on the side of the mt.  Sorry for him.  I’ve got a heart for everybody.  He was a nice boy.  I  like him very much.  Well, so much for that.  Ruby Dear, I have went with a few more girls beside  you and you are the choice of the majority.  I love your looks, your ways and oh a smile from you helps me very much.  Oh yes, your poems sure were cute.  Ruby Dear, I must tell you you won’t have any trouble getting me now.  You have won my heart.  But if I only knew I could get you for my wife, some of these days two or three years any how.  We are quite young yet but about two or three years wouldn’t be bad for us to unite.  No one knows about our love affairs but Leslie and Ruby.  I guess you think I am fast, but I have a good reason for that.  Guess you are tired of reading such junk so I will close as it is time to hit the hay, fodder or feathers so bye bye, sweetheart.

With lots of love and hoping kisses everyday,
Leslie
(Look on other side)

PS
To you a kiss “smack”

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

August 1, 1929

August 1, 1929
Ala. City, ALa.
Route # 1

Dearest Ruby:

I will answer your letter which I was more than glad to get.  Well, Ruby I hope you will get over your trip soon.  Very glad you had a good time.  I enjoyed myself very much.  We will go again some day, hope so any way.  Ruby dear, you know I don’t like to say bad things about any girl, which I try not to.  My aim is to be nice and respectable to any girl.  But I have one thing to say that she has the wrong idea of the mishaps and trouble that is happening.  If she will consider things before talking it would help her in many way, but as it is poor business, I think.  Just have to let her talk, but no such business for me.  I think very little of a girl that would do you that way.  I don’t care for her.  Just went with her to past off time.  But I go with you because I have learned to love you.  I am jealous of you , can’t help it.  If you are with me we will try to make the best of it we can.  If true thoughts and happiness were in everybody this would be a world of joy to everyone.  The battle is hard but I am trying to reach the goal with a clear mind, sweet thoughts and a smiling face.  Everybody is my friend and I want to be everybody’s friend, hoping the future will be a better life for us.  Will tell you more later.

Bye Bye
With worlds of love,
Old Leslie

PS  But I can’t go with her any more.  I am not happy with her.  You are the happiness of my life for I love you best.

Dear Ruby:

Now to you I’m loving for I love you most
If my love to you was water it would go from coast to coast.
But as I go alone the roadside and see the flowers bloom,
It reminds me of the night I met you, just some time in June.
I am longing for you darlin, and hoping your love is true.
Thinking that some day our life will begin anew.

True

Leslie V. Watson


Monday, June 06, 2011

July 2, 1929

702 Elmwood Ave.
Gadsden, Ala
July 2, 1929

My Dear Ruby:

I will answer your letter which I was glad to get.  Would have wrote sooner but you know how it is on Monday nights...have to drill.  Well I hope you are O.K.  I am very sorry I made you mad but I just love you.  I hope it will be O.K. for I promise you I would not go.  Honest, I won’t go.

“Love is good but Oh how
Bitter to love a girl and
the can’t kiss her.”

Ruby, maybe I have been a draw back to your happiness in life.   I am sorry if I have.  Sorry I mistreated you.  I didn’t mean to.  If you knew how broken-hearted I was Sunday.  Oh my, it’s terrible.  It’s hard, Ruby Dear, but I don’t mind that for I love you.  Well, I will quit so good-bye.

From “Old Leslie”, the one who loves you best.

PS
See you soon.

Sunday, June 05, 2011

June 18, 1929

By this time, Leslie had turned 16 and Ruby was still 14 years old. I love the promises made by my grandfather in this one: a ring, a wristwatch and a "chawk cat" which I suspect is a phonetic spelling of "chalk" but am not sure. If anyone can tell me what a "chawk" or "chalk" cat is or was in 1929, I'd love know.  This is also the first letter that mentions marriage. Apparentl,y it had been mentioned before in conversation and Ruby was somewhat hesitant, no doubt because of her young age.


Gadsden, Ala
702 Elmwood Ave
June 18, 1929

My Dear Ruby:

I received your letter and which was glad to hear from you.  No dear, I haven’t forsaken you and hope not to.  I was sorry I didn’t write you sooner, but I have been so busy that I haven’t had time.  Dear, I will explain to you later about how I have acted which I am sorry of.  Yes, I still love you and always will as I have said before.  That is one of the promises I will try to keep.  I love you as much as I ever did or more.  I like you more than a friend.  My dear, I want to call you my sweetheart now and maybe some day I will call you my dear wife.  Which don’t agree with you, but I hope and pray to God that my wish will come true.  I’ll tell you the truth, Ruby.  If you loved me like love you there be a wedding in a year or two.  I will tell you the promises.  You know I promise the ring I gave you.  I promise you a wrist watch and one of those chawk (sp?) cats.  I will try to keep them.  Ruby you know I am hard to understand things.  I take things different than they really are but things will change for I understand you better.  I know I have missed lots of things and haven’t done lots of things, but I see my mistake now.  Which I will try to recover soon.  I don’t give up for I would fight for you. You may love another, but you are the only one in my heart.  Well, I will quit as I have to go to work early in the morning so I will close.

Lots of love and hoping kisses.  Your friend,
“Old” Leslie

PS
Day are dark and sky
are blue but remember my
darling I have lots of love for
you.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

June 11, 1929

702 Elmwood Ave.
Gadsden, Ala.
June 11, 1929
Dear Ruby:
You are no doubt surprise to get a letter but I just had to write you to let you know that I still love you.  And would be happy if I knew that you loved me.  You know, a brown-eyed boy is hard to win and hard to lose.  Well, I am still in hopes of winning back my loss.  When I lost you I lost the pleasure of my life.  But I hope to be happy again with you, Dear.  I guess you heard about Thurston and Mae bust up Sunday.  Too bad but it will happen.  Don’t forget I am going to keep promises.  I hope you are learning to love me more each day, which I can’t help but love you.  My Dear Ruby, you don’t know how blue I am, but that will grow old.  But you will never grow old to me..bear that in mind.  Will hope to see you soon.  Maybe Thursday night if it’s alright.  If not, tell me about it when you answer my letter please.  Well, bye bye, Honey.  

With worlds of love.  
From your friend,
LV Watson or ________

PS
(Answer soon)
If water was love
my love to you
would be a big as
the ocean.

Inside of envelope: To Miss Ruby Purcell from the one who loves you best. LVW

January 6, 1929

Several of the next posts will be a series of letters written by my grandfather to my grandmother when they were courting. We begin in early 1929 when he was only 15 and she had just turned 14.
Ruby Purcell, 1930
Leslie Watson, 1930


Alabama City, Ala
Route # 1
January 6, 1929

Dearest Sweetheart:

Yes dear I will write more regular too for I don’t get to see you as much as I use to.  I sure do hate that.  Oh, yes sweetheart I sure did have a good time Sunday and hope to have some more good times with you dear.  Why sure I let you drive again.  You couldn’t help the sudden turn...ha ha.  If you let me come up to see you Wednesday night I will ask if you may go with me to Lois’s.  Ruby dear nobody can beat your time, so don’t worry I am the one to worry, but I don’t believe you turn me down, at least you said you wouldn’t.  Anyway, I love you truly deep down in my heart.  Ruby, I know I am jealous of you but can’t help it.  I guess I am too jealous but it is just because I think lots and lots of you.  Just love you with all of my heart.  Do you think Santa Clause will give me my Ruby next Xmas?  I hope so any way.  Say Ruby how would you like to live in Akron, Ohio?  I believe I would like it alright that is if you lived with me.  Oh, my I wish school was out for if this half of term don’t rush over I might die on purpose.  I guess you are tired of reading this junk so I’ll quit.

Bye Bye Sweetheart.  
With worlds and worlds of love,
Leslie

PS
May I come up to see you tomorrow night?  Answer soon.

Friday, June 03, 2011

"Preacher-Man"

“Leslie Watson has milked a cow, made sorghum and hoboed on a train, all the things he thinks a man must do before he can say he has really lived.  He has also found time to preach the Gospel and put out newspapers.”

Thus began the newspaper article in the Anniston Star about my paternal grandfather and thus begins my journey into the life and legacy of Leslie Watson.  While I knew him as a sweet man who pulled quarters out of my ears, gave me candy and was willing to play “Ride a Little Pony...” for hours, I always knew there was more than met the eye.  My grandfather came from humble beginnings, and quite frankly, never quite left them.   In his mind, I think he saw himself as a failure.  He never made lots of money or worked for a big name newspaper.  In fact, he never even finished high school....although he never stopped gaining an education.  

To really understand my grandfather, we have to go back to 1913.  Leslie was born on May 5 of that year near the banks of Black Creek on Lookout Mt. in rural Etowah County, Alabama.  He was the second son and third child born to Willie and Lovie Watson.  Willie was a railroad foreman for L&N and the son of mixed blood Cherokees.  He was a tough man in his dealings with the world, but he also had a soft side, especially when it came to his wife and family.  

The Watson Family....Leslie is the baby.
When Leslie was a toddler, his family moved to Village Springs where the L&N had a station.  This community is located in southern Jefferson County near the border of Blount County.  Sometime before1930, the family moved back to Etowah County.  In the 1930 census they are living on Old Keener Rd. in Reece City which was on Lookout Mt., just a few miles from his birthplace.  Leslie and his siblings attended Etowah School.  When he was 15, he got a job driving the school bus.  On his route, there was a pretty little 13 year old girl with dark, curly hair and dimples.  Her name was Ruby Purcell and she was a sweet, soft spoken young woman who captured his attention immediately.  One day there was no room on the bus except the front seat.  It was Leslie’s lucky day.  Their courtship began in 1928 and they were married 2 years later at the tender ages of 15 and 17.    

After their marriage, Leslie had to quit school and make money to support he and his wife.  Jobs were pretty scarce in 1930, so he and his brother-in-law rode the rails from Gadsden to Miami, FL looking for work.  At one point, they were so desperate they ate cold biscuits and clabbered milk and slept on park benches...when they could find them.  Many people were doing the same thing and at one point, there were over 80 hoboes in two small freight cars.  It was just one memory of that time that he would carry for the rest of his life. 
Ruby and Leslie Watson


Finally, things got a little better and he was able to come back home and found work as a "printer’s devil" on a weekly newspaper near home.  It wasn’t much, but it was a place to start.  In the Anniston Star article, he called himself an “all around country editor, a man who could do whatever needed to be done on a small weekly.”  He eventually moved up to being in charge of such a newspaper called “The Bledsonian” in Pikesville, Tennessee.  He “ran the show” there for 3 years in the late 30’s, driving back and forth between his home in Alabama. Over the 40 years that followed, he worked as a compositor, pressman, stereotyper, ad salesman, reporter, editor and publisher at many small papers. He also completed divinity courses via correspondence and was preaching at different rural churches throughout the county, earning him the nickname “Preacher” at the newspaper.  However, he never left Lookout Mt. and never moved from the 2 room house he’d built with his own hands.  Along the way, he and Ruby had 3 boys...Bill, Jerry and Robert, my father. After their deaths, an old shoebox of love letters spanning the late 1920's and early 1930's was found. It was quite enchanting to be able to see my grandparents as teenagers in love. The next several posts will be some of those letters. I hope you all enjoy reading them as much as I have.

Leslie and Ruby and their boys.



Thursday, June 02, 2011

An Interview With Daddy

This is an interview I had with my Dad, Robert Watson, in 1991 when I first began researching my family history at the age of 14. It's pretty comical to read some of the questions I asked him at that age. I think it provides a very vivid image of growing up in rural Alabama in the 1940s and 50s.

Where and when were you born?  

I was born in Gadsden, Alabama at home on February 1, 1940.  The doctor came to the house. That's the way things were done then.

Were you named after anyone? 

I was named after my great grandfather who had been a Confederate soldier.  He'd been captured by the Yankees and he and his brothers dug a tunnel and escaped.  His name was Robert Purcell.  His grandmother had died on the Trail of Tears.  When she died, the rest of the family turned around and headed back to Alabama.  They never reached Oklahoma.

What are your earliest memories?

Some of them are of the two room house my dad built with his own hands.  It now has 8 rooms that were added later.  We used to get our water from the only well close by at Jess and Bary Jones' house.  When I was older, we had city water at our house.  I have a distinct picture of that etched in my brain seeing water for the first time running out of a faucet on our back porch. It took several months to get the water pipes on Lookout Mt. because it is so rocky.  They blasted with dynamite everyday and I remember watching that keenly.

If you didn't have running water, how did you use the bathroom?

We had an outhouse and a Sears Roebuck catalogue.  

How did you take a bath?

Oh about once or twice a week we'd fill up a wash tub and clean up.  

Once a week?  Wasn't that gross?

Probably.  We never thought about it.

Where did you attend school?

I went to Bellevue School.  

What memories do you have of school?

My first day was very traumatic.  I remember having my head down on the desk and I was scared to death.  I was horribly shy then.  I had a good first grade teacher named Mrs. Milam.  I had trouble getting accepted to school because I was allergic to the Small Pox vaccine and I had to get the Health Dept. to give me an excuse.  The principal, Mrs. Mildred Marona, did not want to let me in school, but she finally did.  I remember my second grade teacher let me work cleaning up the school and emptying the trash cans.  In third grade, I contracted Rheumatic Fever and had to miss an entire year of school recovering.  My teacher would come to the house to help me with the work I missed everyday.  She was a very sweet lady.

Did you ever get in trouble and if so, tell me about it.

One incident that was scary was the day several of us boys were throwing rocks down this road to see who could throw one the fartherest. Well, I don't know who won, but Herbert Wesley Campbell stepped out in the road and my rock hit him in the head.  It scared me so bad I ran all the way home and hid.  I thought I had killed him, but he survived.  

What did you do for fun?

I have fond memories of skinny dipping in Black Creek.  Our favorite places had names.  There was Sandy Bottom, Johnny Deep and under Noccalula Falls.  We never wore shirts or shoes in the summer.  We also played cowboys a lot.  I'd go hunting and fishing sometimes for our supper.  We'd play a lot of baseball when we could scrounge up the gear.  When we couldn't, we would improvise.

Why don't you enjoy that now?

Because when you have to do that for food growing up, it's not really very fun.

What were your chores?

I had to feed the cow, slop the hogs, feed the chickens, collect eggs, build fires, carry in coal and wood.  I also had several rabbits in a pen I had to feed.  The rabbit business increased rapidly.

Did you watch TV growing up?

Not much.  We didnt have one.  There was one at the store down the street and sometimes we'd all gather there and watch.

What do you remember about your parents?

My dad worked for the newspaper and was a Methodist preacher.  My mom was a sweet lady who loved everyone and would do anything for anybody.  She was the best cook in the world.  My parents were good to me.  We always had food to eat and a roof over our heads.  Even though we were poor, I never knew it.

 What do you remember about your grandparents?

My mom's parents lived next door so I saw them daily.  My dad's parents lived in Bessemer, AL and would visit frequently.  I remember when they did I would get a quarter if I was the first one to get them a can to use as a spittoon.  Both my grandfathers chewed tobacco.  One chewed Brown Mule and the other Bloodhound.  My grandmother lived to be 99  years old.  She was a sweet and funny woman who loved to tell stories.  My dad's dad worked for the railroad.  His parents were part Cherokee and had piercings in his ear, but he was tough as nails.  He was an amazing cook.  I loved going to visit him because I got to sleep in a boxcar.  

What kind of clothes did you wear?

I always wore jeans and shirts that my mother sewed from flour sacks.  I remember going to the general store and getting to choose which flour sack I wanted for my shirts.  In the winter, we wore socks and shoes.  In the summer we wore jeans and nothing else.  My mother was an excellent seamstress and many people paid her to sew for them.  We always had one second-hand suit that we wore to church.  I always hated wearing it, though.

Why didn't you wear shorts in the summer?  Didn't you get hot?

We were used to it.  Shorts were for sissies.

When and where did you graduate from high school?  

I graduated from Emma Sansom High School in 1958. 

When and where did you go to college?

I graduated from Jacksonville State University in 1963 with a degree in Business.  I worked my way through school as a carpenter's helper.  My mom was very proud of me for going to college and sometimes she would give me twenty dollars out of her sewing money.  Later, I went to the University of Alabama and got a master's degree in Counseling.

My Dad age 7

My Dad age 17

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

"After the Lost War...."


"All changed, so thoroughly oblivious
to war, defeat, and suffering
I heard it whispering the words
that whipped my weak flesh: Life goes on.
And in my dreams I marched."
Andrew Hudgins, "After the Lost War"

The following is an account of the life of my great, great, great grandfather.  He was a man, farmer, son, husband, father, brother, Confederate soldier and survivor.


 Wiley C. Smith was born on May 6, 1838 in Henry County, Georgia.  He was the fifth son of Joel and Elizabeth Smith.  Wiley first appears on record in the 1850 census when he was 12 years old.  At that time he was still living in Henry County (central Georgia) with his parents and his 10 siblings.  His father was a farmer and owned real estate worth $900.  Wiley had not attended school that year, although his older brothers had.  In 1860, Wiley was still living at home.  He had a large family with several brothers and a few sisters.  He was listed as being a farmer.  His father’s personal and real estate had increased, as had the family.  Like most southern families, they did not own slaves.  His mother was the only family member who could not read or write.  Wiley was 22 that year, yet he and his older brothers still lived at home.  This was a close and loving family.
Wiley and his brothers, James and Levi, enlisted in the Confederate Army on Feb 25, 1862 in Conyers, Newton County, Georgia by Cpt. James White.  They were all privates in Co. B, 35th Georgia Infantry, which was also known as “Bartow’s Avengers”.   The 35th Georgia Infantry was involved in most of the major battles of the Eastern campaign.  They bravely fought under some of the most famous generals of the South such as Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson and A. P. Hill.  1862 proved to be an especially difficult year.  Wiley’s two brothers were killed in Virginia...one in battle at Fredricksburg, the other of small pox.  What a sense of loss he must have felt to lose them both.  A feeling of absolute loneliness probably invaded his very soul.  Things only got worse at Gettysburg when Wiley himself was shot in the chest on July 2, 1863. While the exact actions of his company cannot be known, the following movements of his unit can be established.
July 1: In reserve on Chambersburg Pike on left of the division. At sunset moved to position in McMillan's Woods.
July 2: On duty in support of artillery. At 10 p.m. advancing took position in Long Lane with the left flank in touch with McGowan's Brigade and the right near the Bliss house and barn.
July 3: Engaged most of the day in severe skirmishing and exposed to a heavy fire of artillery. After dark retired to this ridge.
July 4: At night withdrew and began the march to Hagerstown.
Present about 1,200 Killed 34 Wounded 179 Missing 57 Total 270 
On July 5th, 1863 Wiley was captured by the Yankee Army.  He was received at DeCamp General Hospital as a wounded prisoner of war two weeks later.  His survival is a miracle.  He was shot on July 2 yet didn’t arrive at the hospital until many days later.  We cant know what kind of care he received before....or after....being admitted to the hospital.  However, he must have been part of a prisoner exchange as he was received at the Confederate States Hospital in Petersburg, Va on September 15, 1863.  Doctor’s notes as follows...
“Age 23, farmer, Gunshot wound of chest....entered the cavity passed through the apex of right lung, emerging at the deltoid muscle of right side.  Wounded July 2, 1863 at or near Gettysburg.  The health of the patient is good.  Orifice of entrance healed, of exit still discharging.  Sent home on furlough."
After treatment, he was sent home on furlough, no doubt due to the severity of his wound.  We cannot be sure if Wiley returned to Georgia or not.  It is more likely he stayed in VA to finish recovering.  He was present with his unit in May and June of 1864 and they were camped near Petersburg, VA.  The war was all but lost by this time, and Wiley could have easily gone home while on furlough and not returned.  Many men who had been shot in the chest and taken prisoner would have done just that...but not Wiley.  He was a man of his word.  He returned to the men who were by now, no doubt, his brothers.  I have been unable to completely determine the actions of the unit at this time,  but he was again captured by the Yankee Army in Virginia on March 25th 1865 and imprisoned at Point Lookout, Maryland.  This prison camp was extremely overcrowded and was known for its extremely unsanitary conditions.  It was the largest Union prison camp in the North and one of the worst.  Amazingly, Wiley survived this imprisonment as well.  He was released June 30, 1865,  two and a half months after Lee’s surrender.  There is no known picture of Wiley, but Interestingly, in his records there is a physical description.  He had a dark complexion, dark hair and gray eyes.  He was 5’10” tall.   
Wiley returned to his beloved Georgia after the war and in 1867 he married Armita Cumi Smith.  They eventually moved to Cleburne County, Alabama where they had 9 children.  The eldest, Nancy, was my great, great grandmother.  They named their first born son Levi, after his uncle that died on that day long ago in Virginia.
Wiley died in 1902  in Ranburne, Alabama at the age of 64, no doubt welcomed home by his brothers, both of blood and war.