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Saturday, June 30, 2018

Menorcan Journey

                                                   Menorca Cove

Jose Joaneda Floyd (Floid) was my 4th great grandfather.  He was born in Ciudadella, Menorca, Spain in 1761.  Minorca is a beautiful Island just off the coast of the Spanish mainland.   I am less than 3 percent Spanish.
In 1777, Jose was six years old and with his parents they made their way to the northern part of Florida with as many as 1400 others that left their homeland to tame this wilderness. It took two ships and two months to arrive at their destination.Their hopes were high. 

They found the conditions were harsh and after much hardship and starvation they lost about half of their population. It was in 1777, Jose, now 16-years-old  and with those that remained walked to St. Augustine, Florida for a better life.
Popular legend tells us that in 1513, Ponce de León, a Spanish explorer discovered Florida while searching for the Fountain of Youth and he named the region La Florida which means "flowery land". 

In 1794 Jose married Elizabeth Maria Deweese.  They had six children.  He died in St. Augustine in 1818 at the age of 58. 
Florida didn't become part of the United States until 1898, after the Spanish American War.
In 1980, the Menorcan Society was formed to promote the culture and heritage who left their home to make a new life. 

St. Augustine celebrates every year the arrival of the Menorcan people with traditional  tasty food, music, and dancing. People dress in period costume and have a parade of men and women riding on  pure Spanish horses the breed known as Andalusion.
 



 

Friday, June 29, 2018

Them Good O'l Days-Part 7-Final Chapter

 Evelyn Christine Braddock - In Her Own Words - Where's The Baby

"Panther used to come to the cow lot where they kept cows. She had in the corner of the lot-she had some boards, a baby bed made up there to put the baby in when she'd go down there in the evening to shut the cows up and tend to them. And she put the baby in there one evening and driving the cows in-around and getting them in there When she went to get the baby it was gone. Then she got everybody around to go hunt that baby and all they ever found was that baby's head. Panther had caught it and carried it off and eat it all but its' head.

"There used to be bears around too back then. Ma said her mother had a neighbor there that lived close to them. She didn't live right close, but she didn't live very far away. She went over to visit her one evening and when she started home, she was walking along, (carrying an unborn baby) and she dropped her bonnet, and the bear was just a tearing it all to pieces with his feet. She said she started to run toward home. She said that every time she could take off a piece of her clothes or something and drop it he'd stay there 'til he tore it all to pieces.  Said she was just about naked time she got home, where she'd thrown off all her clothes on the road running. The bear would stop and tear 'em up every time. They say if a woman is looking for a baby, and the bear got a scent of her, he'd run her down and kill her if he could. I don't know. That was the story that old people told.

"It was coming up a cold, freezing night, and the hogs had been in he field, and they'd toted up all the corn shucks and hay and grass and stuff they could and made 'em up a big bed and was sleeping in it to keep warm, and something got after them in the night-pretty soon after dark, and they all jumped out of that bed a squealing and a rallying and just a taking on-running across that field. Louise and Lee run out there-said something was a going down the lane-it was getting dark, but they could see. There was something moving down the lane, going back that way. Said it looked like a big black bear to them. Them hogs never slept in that bed another night. They couldn't take that-they left.

"They made 'em another bed. Ma said a long time ago the boars and the hogs-take one of these old big woods male hog-if a bear ever caught him-him and the hogs had a fight. He caught one down back of their field there one evening and they could hear him and the bear fighting at the house, but there was nobody there but the women folks. Nobody couldn't go down there They were afraid to. Said the bear would squeal-the hog would squeal-and the old bear would hit him. Said they could hear him hitting the old hog and the hog would squeal every time. Said they both killed each other. Said they were laying there dead. Said the hog would cut the bear all up. He had long tusks. Cut him and the bear finally killed him."

Evelyn Christine Braddock Wilson
passed away in Pierson, Florida on January 4 1982. 
Thank you Evelyn for sharing your memories with us, 
 perhaps them weren't the Good O'l Days after all.

Them Good O'l Days - Part 6

 Evelyn Christine Braddock Wilson - In Her Own Words - Polecats and Snakes

"When Ma and Pa was first married, they lived up there in Crescent City and they had a little old house with just one big room, I think.  They had a fence around the house to put the chickens in there 'til they could get a chicken house built and put 'em in the house at night. 

Said one night the chickens got to squalling, squalling and Pa run out there and he hollered to Ma to 'bring the light bring the light' and she got there, she said she could see him coming.  Said 'he's a coming Pa, right up close to you there, right by that door'.  Said about that time the old polecat poked his head out, the old rooster poked his head out and Pa knocked him down. He thought it was a polecat.  He knocked the old rooster down and 'bout killed him.

"Your daddy was walking down a little old trail there, and your Uncle Jim was coming along right behind him. The rattlesnake was a laying across that trail and Louis had just stepped over him-across him-and Jim saw the snake and Louis had never seen him. It was in a rough place. Jim shot the snake-shot his head right off I think. He jerked himself back and blooded Louis' leg there. Liked to of scared him to death. He thought sure he was rattlesnake bit, but the snake hadn't bit him-just hit him aside the leg-had blood on it-Louis thought he'd come up and hit him. He never would go deer hunting no more. I don't think he ever went in the woods. That scared him out.

"I had an aunt that lived there in Crescent City. It's been a long time ago. She was deaf. She couldn't hear anything hardly. They had a potato patch down in the back of he field. She went down there to dig potatoes one day. Some of the children missed her and they went to hunt for her. They looked down there at the potato patch and there was a big rattlesnake laying there coiled up singing his rattles for all he was worth. Said they could hear him before they got to the potato patch. Aunt Catherine had never heard him the first time-didn't know was down there at all.

"Ma said she'd wade in the water and run cows and things like that til she just about lost her health-lost her hearing-couldn't hear nothing.

"She was out in the chicken yard one day. Aunt Catherine was, and she'd never seen an armadillo before. She went out there to feed her chickens. And there was an armadillo in there. Some of the girls were with her and they come back telling her what a awful looking thing that armadillo was, how he looked and all. She couldn't talk-she couldn't hear 'em talking, but she'd make motions with her hands and tell how he looked and all She went out there to see what it was and it was a armadillo-he's got in the chicken yard.

"Somebody from Emporia out there said their chickens got to squalling one night and they went out there. Said there was two armadillos in their chicken house and working on them chickens. Said he had them skinned near 'bout all over.

Them Good O'l Days - Part 7 Where's the Baby - Final Chapter
http://kathrynsmithlockhard.blogspot.com/2018/06/them-good-ol-days-part-7-final-chapter.html



 

Them Good O'l Days - Part 5

Evelyn Christine Braddock Wilson - In Her Own Words - Alligators

"Ma said that they used to live down there on the creeks or somewhere, Haw Creek and there came a storm-storm there-and they didn't have nothing to eat hardly for two or three days. They were just a starving-I believe they were living in Crescent City though at that time and they had to get on that-a boat-and go to Palatka to get some stuff-groceries and stuff from the store.  They had to go up in a sailboat and come a storm right then and they couldn't get back  They were gone two or three days up there.

"Said that the old lady McClendon, that lived up there, old Aunt Puss they called her, well, she said that they were down there on that river on Haw Creek a fishing one time.  Said that some of her bunch she was with were standing right by a cypress tree that was down the creek inside of that creek and she was standing, leaning up against that tree. Said a big ol gator comes swimming up there and he whirled around and tried to knock her in the creek and she was holding on to that tree, that's all that kept him from knocking her in that creek.  If he had he'd of eat her.

"She said that her Daddy had a big bunch-some calves-said her Daddy told them-they'd to pen the cows up to get the land rich so they could plant sweet potatoes. And said they had turned the cows out every morning and run 'em across the bay, the swamp back there somewhere and put 'em back in the woods and said he'd tell the boys to later, 'You go down there and turn those cows out and run 'em back this way across the branch.' Said every morning when they'd go, there'd be a big ol gator-come swimming down the creek-said they'd be hollering at the cows and calves. As soon as that gator heard them he'd come.  Said the boys got the older boys down there with the guns. When he came swimming up there one morning, they killed him-shot him and killed him. Said he could have got there in time, the children'd be going across the creek, before they could get there.  He was going to kill them. He'd get him one to eat.  You know there's a girl killed right here in Florida, a gator killed her.  She was sixteen years old. This girl had two arms in there, in that gator's stomach.  They claim gators like dogs pretty well too.

Them Good O'l Days - Polecats and Snakes - Part 6
http://kathrynsmithlockhard.blogspot.com/2018/06/them-good-ol-days-part-6.html

Them Good O'l Days - Part 4

 Evelyn Christine Braddock Wilson - In her own words - Panther Got Him



"Up there in Georgia, there was two boys started to go hunting and they a - I think - I don't know if they had a gun or what to fight with but that panther caught up with them somewhere, and he jumped on one of them and bit him all up and got hold of him and dragged him off in the bushes. Said he-the boy said that he'd drag him a little way, then stop and smell of his nose to see if he was still breathing.  Said when he'd do that he'd hold his breath to keep from-just all he could.  Said that thing would keep carrying him off a little further. 

"Said after awhile, the other boy that was with him run back to the house, wherever they live to get help and said this panther would go a little ways, and he'd holler that panther holler and another one way back in the woods back there would answer him. Said he kept hollering back and to, said about that time that boy got back with help with dogs and men to help them.

"They ran the panther off. Said he had skinned-said the boy was awful scratched up but he wasn't dead.  The panther had covered him up with leaves; just rake them up like he was-I know you've seen old cats do that.  He dragged them leaves up on him, then rake 'em down a little ways with his nose then smell of him to see if he was breathing then he'd rake 'em back up. Said he done that three or four times  I guess he wasn't hungry.  Finally he went off and left him.  This other boy got back to him about that time with men and dogs he got of.

Them Good O'l Days - Part 5 Alligators
 http://kathrynsmithlockhard.blogspot.com/2018/06/them-good-ol-days-part-5.html


Them Good O'l Days - Part 3

 Evelyn Christine Braddock Wilson- In Her Own Words - Panther Danger

"My grandmother, Ruth was staying by herself one day, somewhere around Crescent City.  Had to stay all day and all night and had an old wood chimney-oh, not wood but a clay chimney there was a hole that burnt out there.  Said she had a baby and she'd laid the baby down inside so the wind could blow on it through the back door.  Said she heard something a pat, pat, pat, pat, back there said she looked, run to the door and looked and said there was a big panther laying there on the ground.  Said he was patting his feet like he wanting to jump on something to catch it. She'd run there and slammed the door.  Said when she slammed that door he run right around the chimney and lookin through that hole there just ready to jump on that baby.

"She said that she had some fat wood in the house.  Said she laid a good long piece of that fat wood on the fire and got to burning good and she went back to the door and eased it open and said he was right there ready to come in. Said she hit him right on the back all the way up and down with that fat wood and that fire, said it was burning all over it. Said the panther was burning all over too and he took off from there.  Said she had to stay all the rest of the night by herself.

"Said the next morning there was an old man that right pretty close to her there and he came over there.  I don't know-to see if she was alright and she told him about the panther coming up there and all.  Said he had a little old feisty dog-wasn't nothing but a little old feisty.  He said, 'I'll get him for Ruthie.  Ruthie, I'll get him'. Said the old man took that little dog and went off.  Said he wouldn't let the dog get very far from him-just let him trail along. Said the dog went into the edge of the tree.  Said that old man looked there and said that panther was laying up there asleep.  Said he was burnt all over with that hot pitch and singed his hair off near 'bout  Said when he shot him he fell out.

Them Good O'l Days - Part 4 Panther Got Him http://kathrynsmithlockhard.blogspot.com/2018/06/them-good-ol-days-part-4.html

Them Good Ol' Days - Part 2

Evelyn Christine Braddock Wilson - In Her Own Words -

"My mama's mother, Ruth Hull Raulerson, was a pretty good doctor.  People would come and want her to fix up medicine for 'em.  There's some kind of - you know these here old Jerusalem oats, I  think.  She'd take that and get a sheet a piece of paper, or some cloth and beat that stuff and get the seed off of it.  It had long sprouts and be seed all up and down on it, and beat them seed off and then she'd boil some syrup-home made syrup, til it was to candy and made them children eat that candy.  Said it would get the hookworms out, tape worms. Said it would kill all kinds of worms.

"She used to go out in the woods and get a weed they called a blue-blueberry- some kind of-something like. Anyway she'd take that and boil it and make a tea that would stop running off on anybody."

Southerners, who made up a large percentage of the Western population, brought their own region's medical material, rural and heavily Negro, with them: barefoot root, cooked down and combined with pyro lard and salt to make a salve for rheumatism; may-apple root, good to work the bowels; black halls and cherry root, a good tea to strengthen the appetite; Jerusalem oats or Jerusalem-weed candy or tea for worms; palsy or ripe pomegranate hulls for diarrhea ad dysentery; tansy tea, red shank and hazel roots for "womanhood" and childbirth troubles.

Samson snake root (was) for cramps and pains in the stomach; plantain leaf or marshmallow leaves for stubs and bruises; hot onion poultices on the chest for a cough; slippery-elm bark, chewed till sweetish, rubbery and mushy to soothe a cough-sore throat, Jamaica ginger (was) for colic; wild-raspberry wine or boiled sassafras for "drying up of joint water" (rheumatism); blister-he-stomach for tuberculosis; horehound and mullein tea or molasses, cotton seed oil, and a little bourbon for a cold. Goldenseal (a/k/a yaller-root) (was) for stomach trouble heartburn or sore mouth; flax weed tea for infants; summer complaint; ginseng for chills and fever; mullein boiled up and drunk hot to bring out the rash in chicken pox and measles; asafetida bags to ward measles, smallpox and the like; peppermint or pennyroyal for beneficial teas. (Notes on medical history contributed by Evelyn's great grandson Paul Roesch)

Them Good Ol' Days Part 3 - Panther Danger https://kathrynsmithlockhard.blogspot.com/2018/06/them-good-ol-days-part-3.html

Thursday, June 28, 2018

Them Good Ol' Days (Part l)

Evelyn Christine Braddock Wilson -


Evelyn was 81 years of age when interviewed by her daughter, Marjorie Emma Wilson Roesch.  John Cutler Braddock was her 2nd great grandfather; William Henry Braddock, her 1st great grandfather and she is the granddaughter of James Aldrich Braddock and the daughter of James Aldridge Braddock II.

Evelyn's grandson, Clyde Wilson Roesch, who happens to be my uncle granted me permission to tell her story.  Clyde said, "Grandma was a proud, no-nonsense and hard working woman mostly educated by life. My first thought is that she would be flattered in a reserved way, at the thought of people being interested in her stories. Then again she was a very private person."

"Education for some came from culture, tradition and religion, not from books  But, learning-none-the-less that gave them the means to survive. Hopefully I have done her memory justice in  transcribing the interview and allowing Evelyn to tell her story".

In Her Own Words

"I was born over there near New Smyrna in Glencoe, Florida on March 23, 1893. My Ma, Aberilla Raulerson, was born in Georgia, don't know what town. My daddy, James Aldridge Braddock, was born in Florida, I think, yeah: Crescent City is where he comes from.

"Your daddy, Lewis Henry Wilson, was born in Fort Valley, Reynolds, Georgia. I think he was working on Georgia farms when I met him.  He was pretty good looking. His mama, Emma C. Windham, was born there somewhere.  I don't know much about them.  All I know is they lived on a farm there in Georgia her and her mother and father. Mary Lavinia Underwood and John J. Windham.  Your daddy wasn't but eight months old when his daddy died in Georgia.  Said his daddy had congestive chills, I don't know what that is.  Said he had three congestive chills and the third killed him.

"My daddy, James Braddock used to play the fiddle and could dance what they called a jig dance.  Used to play at  picnics and things. 

(Part 2 - "My mama's mother, Ruth Hull Raulerson, was a pretty good doctor.  People would come and want her to fix up medicine for 'em. 

https://kathrynsmithlockhard.blogspot.com/2018/06/them-good-ol-days-part-2.html


Sunday, June 24, 2018

Alligator In The Sewer

It's 1961 and we had been visiting my grandparents, Florence and Scott Hilligoss in Boneventure Florida located just outside of Cocoa.  Dad always had his vacation the first two weeks of  July, but the time had sadly come to head back to Massachusetts.

My three sisters and I hopped in the backseat of the new shiny black Ford, mom in the front seat with dad driving. But we had another making the trip home with us.  In the back window was a box carefully sealed .

Somewhere along the road we pulled over for gas.  This is where my mom climbed into the backseat to stretch out and take a nap.  My sister and I then climbed into the front seat.  Slowly but surely all fell asleep, except for dad of course who still had control of the steering wheel.

Suddenly, my sister was nudging me and telling me to stop it.  "Stop what?"  Touching my foot she complained. "I didn't touch your foot."  Yes you did.  We went back to sleep. When suddenly it happened again, and this time she was obviously mad and began yelling at me.  Then she yelled in pain when something bit her toe.

Now all hell broke out in the car for the alligator in the box had escaped. This carnivorous beast was just waiting to pounce on my unsuspecting sister.  It had to have crawled over my mother and two sisters in the back seat to get down to the floor to crawl under the front seat to reach my sisters feet.
Now we pull our feet up on the front seat screaming.

 Dad pulls into a gas station and gets out to try and capture this beast which proved to be an impossible task.  Fortunately, the gas station attendant, apparently a pro, appeared and grabbed the alligator as it was squirming around like a contortionist hissing with his mouth wide open exposing those sharp teeth.   We found it had chewed a hole right through that cardboard box, so the gas station attendant gave us a wooden box so it would not escape again.

When we got home the person I bought it for wanted nothing to do with it.  Can't blame him. So into the bathtub it went and we fed it hamburger.  Finally, a boy I had dated a few times said he wanted the alligator and he took it home, thank goodness.

It wasn't long after he too decided this was not exactly a friendly pet.  He told me he just let it loose somewhere.  So if you ever hear about an alligator in the sewer, you know where it came from.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

A Slave Named Sambo

In 1755 there were 12 slaves in the town of Middleboro, MA. Rev. Peter Thatcher owned a slave by the name of Sambo who was imported from Africa.

A story is told of Sambo entering the home to see a fire in the oven. It scared him and he ran away. He was found later cold, tired and hungry and fearful of the wild animals that just might eat him. Sambo told the Rev. that in Africa when they got hungry they would kill a slave and cook him and eat him. Sambo said "I thought now my time."

Sambo went to church every Sunday and one day in church he was so moved by the sermon that he sobbed quite loudly disrupting the entire congregation.

(Story found in the records of NEHGS in Boston)
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