Thursday, September 6, 2012

Col. George "Tootemastubbe" Colbert

COLBERT, GEORGE (ca. 1764-1839)
  • George Colbert (Tootemastubbe) was the second oldest of five mixed-blood sons of the trader James Logan Colbert and his second wife, Minta Hoya. Prospering from the mercantile trade, farming, and stock raising, Colbert and his brothers dominated the tribal affairs of the Chickasaw through removal.
    Colbert's military exploits gave him influence in the tribal council and brought him into contact with George Washington and Andrew Jackson. He served as a major under Arthur St. Clair in 1791 and Anthony Wayne in 1794 and was commissioned a colonel by Washington for his service. He also helped raise 350 Chickasaw auxiliaries and served under Jackson in the Creek War of 1813-14.
    http://digital.library.okstate.edu/encyclopedia/entries/C/CO017.html
  • More on James logan Colbert..research

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    From THE NORTH CAROLINA GENEALOGICAL SOCIETY JOURNAL, Volume XX, No.2, May 1994, pg.82
    JAMES LOGAN COLBERT of the CHICKASAWS:THE MAN AND THE MYTH, by Richard A. Colbert(1)


    16 H Watertown Circle, Birmingham, AL 35235 (Site owner's note:This is only part of the work but it is all I have of it..There are footnotes to this work which will be added as time and energy permit.)

    Introduction

    In 1899 Colonel Cadwallader JONES wrote A Genealogical History of the JONES family in North Carolina.In his opening chapter he said: "As we like to trace the waters of rivers to their source among the hills and mountains, so I hope the descendants of those families may be interested in tracing their lineage to as remote an ancestry as is now permitted."(2) The Indian traders who lived along the Roanoke River in North Carolina during the 1700s were from all walks of life.Most were descendants of Indian traders themselves.Others chose the life of a "woodsman" the moment they set foot on American soil. These Woodmen came from Scotland, ireland, England, and the European countries. Others migrated to America via Barbados and the West Indies. Still others came from Africa. Some of the most famous Indian trading "familes" were of African descent. During the early, mid, and late 1600s, African and West Indian slaves were sent to Virginia and bought by "white" Indian traders such as Charles HARMAR, Abraham WOOD, Benjamin HARRISON, and others. Over the years these slaves learned the "skin trade" to support themselves and their families as Indian traders. In the 1700s several of these families migrated to North Carolina.

    In the March, 1993 issue of the National Genealogical Society Quarterly, Dr.Virginia DeMARCE's article on the "Origins of Tri-racial Isolate Settlements" made two important points. The first was that:

    "Genealogical research can make a major contribution toward identifying the origins of "mysterious" tri-racial isolate groups found in the Upper South.

    Her second point was that:

    "Many isolate groups still resist the idea of African-American ancestry. Yet, if the genealogy of these families is to be studied with any hope of success, descendants who identify themselves with Indians must be willing to consider frankly the possiblility of both white and African-American components.Similarly, families whose current social definition is white will have to consider the possibility of Indian and African-American components. To do otherwise is simply to wear blinders."(3)

    While not all Indian traders came from "tri-racial" families, there were a significant number who did. "Mulattos" and "mixed-bloods" interacted with "whites" on the Roanoke River as well as in the Indian villages where they traded. Several of these families intermarried."

    This manuscript traces several Chickasaw Indian traders who lived along the Roanoke River near Plumtree (Mush) Island, the Occoneechee Neck, and Quankey Creek. Evidence suggests that a number of these Indian traders were tri-racial.

    JAMES LOGAN COLBERT of the CHICKASAWS

    Perhaps no other person in Chickasaw history has been more controversial than James Logan COLBERT (pronounced kahl/bert). All sources of information regarding his birthplace, childhood, and parentage have been based on hearsay evidence. Despite exhaustive efforts made by historians and genealogists to confirm the COLBERT "family tradition" (ie;that he was born in Scotland and arrived in America as a small boy) no public records have ever been found to support this. Likewise, there has never been any evidence to determine if he had any relatives--grandparents, parents, siblings, etc.--living in America. The COLBERT family tradition maintains that he came to America by himself and that he was adopted by a Chickasaw family.

    In an effort to find additional information retgarding James Logan COLBERT's true identity, an intensive resear was undertaken to trace other Chickasaw Indian traders with whom he worked and lived. It was believed that if evidence could be found linking COLBERT with other Chickasaw Indian trading families, then it would be possible to determine his place of birth and ancestry.

    While not all the questions have been answered regarding his background, enough information has been uncovered to state categorically that James Logan COLBERT was NOT born in Scotland but was, in fact, born in North Carolina.

    Before presenting new evidence which has been found, it will be helpful to give a brief background into his life and examine family traditions that have been made about him and his family.

    On 7 January 1784 Alexander McGILLVRAY, the "half-breed" son of Lachlan McGILLIVRY and Sehoy MARCHAND of the Creek INdian Wind Clan, wrote a letter to Capt.Arturo O'NEIL (a French officer paid by the Spanish government to fight the Chickasaw Indians) that James COLBERT was dead:

    "I had forgot to inform your Excellency in My last letter of the death of Capt. James COLBERT of the Chickasaw Nation who had been at St. Augustine, concerning demands that was made on him by the Governor of New Orleans for damages he did on the Mississippi.He got full powers to Clear up that Complaint, & on his Way to the Chickasaw Nation three days after he left my house his horse threw him down and Killd him before his Servant could assist him.(4)"

    Before traveling to St. Augustine to "Clear up that Complaint", Capt. James COLBERT had spent the summer at Long Island on the Holston River with Malcolm McGEE and the chiefs of the Chickasaw Nations to discuss peace terms with representatives of the State of Virginia. Representing Virginia were John DONNE and Joseph MARTIN. With COLBERT's help, DONNE and MARTIN were able to make a tentative agreement to end hostilities between the Chickasaw Nation and Virginia which had begun in 1780 when the Chickasaws attacked Fort Jefferson in Kentucky.(Virginia had built the fort under the false assumption that the land belonged to the Cherokees.Instead it belonged to the Chickasaws. Shortly after James COLBERT and the Chickasaws attacked the fort, the Virginians withdrew.) Although the initial terms of peace agreement were made by COLBERT, DONNE and MARTIN, the final terms of the Virginia-Chickasaw Treaty were later negotiated by Benjamin HAWKINS of Warren County, North Carolina.

    In a secret letter written to General James WILKENSON, John DONNE described James Logan COLBERT in the following way:

    "From his education and mode of life, being bred among the Indians from his infancy, it will naturally be supposed he is illiterate, which is the case, but possessed of strong natural parts. I should suppose some honorary appointment such as he had under the Crown being continued to him, would naturally lend him in our interest, and under (him) moreover an useful person to whoever might be appointed Superintendant in them Nations."(5)

    During the negotiations with DONNE and MARTIN, COLBERT asked DONNE to write a letter for him. It was written on 25 July 1783 and addressed to Governor HARRISON of Virginia. In it COLBERT reiterated his hatred of the Spanish and French and pledged his support to the Americans. His concern, he went on, was for the welfare of the Chickasaws. As for himself, he had no motives other than helping the "distrubed Condition of those people, and to serve the Country IN WHICH HE LIVES AND WAS BORN.(6)"

    The Family Tradition:

    COLBERT's statement to Governor HARRISON that he was born in America contradicts former historians and genealogists who have stated he was born in Scotland and migrated to America as a boy.He was then adopted by by a Chickasaw family becasue he was an orphan. For over one hundred years the belief that COLBERT was born in Scotland has remained unchallenged, As will be shown, this family tradition has not only been expanded but exaggerated over the years. the following quotations are made in chronological order from 1899 to 1991:

    "Why Logan COLBERT came to cast his lot at so early an age and so far from the land of his nativity, among the people so remote from all the English settlements, are problems that never will be resolved, though it may be conjectured that he came with some of the early English traders and adventurers who assisted the Chickasaw in their wars against the French. At an early age he was a renowned leader among them, and to that degree a celebrity, that one of the names given to the Mississippi River by the early French writers, during the days of their wars with that people with whom he identified himself, was Rivere de Colbert sustaining the conjecture that Logan COLBERT was the name of the most famous chief among the Chickasaw."(7)

    "Among these[traders]was a young Scotsman named James COLBERT. Accounts related a century later say that after the collapse of the Jacobite uprising of 1715 in Scotland fomented by the adherents of James, the Pretendor, a great number of highlanders, fearing reprisal, migrated to America. One of the contingents arrived at Savannah, Georgia, in January, 1736, aboard the 'Prince of Wales' commanded by Captain George DUNBAR. The first party, of which COLBERT was supposedly a member, was under the leadership of John Mohr McINTOSH.What the others did the accounts make no mention, but COLBERT did not tarry in the Tidewater.Young COLBERT adopted the ways of an Indian, and the Chickasaws adopted him.(8)"

    "The story of the Chickasaw COLBERTs begins in Scotland...."

    "Apparently there was one more important Highlander aboard the arriving ship at Darien, a fifteen year old boy named James Logan COLBERT.His name is not found on the passenger list, nor on a list of Georgia settlers of 1733-1741, but descendants have been claiming since at least 1881 that he was on board THE PRINCE OF WALES.From whence he came is likewise a mystery, but vague hints in family archives indicate an origin at Inverness, Scotland. What he did there, who his ancestors were, or why he migrated to America are all unknowns about James Logan COLBERT."

    "Without a trace of kinsmen in the New World, James COLBERT apparently formed a quick association with one or more of the numerous Indian traders in Georgia, unkempt but adventurous men who spoke freely of the independent life available among Indians of the southeastern United States, the pretty Indian maidens, the abundant land and game, and the quick profit to be made in the Indian trade. Again, however, the mystery stalks the trail of James COLBERT. We do not know with whom his association was formed, or under what circumstances, nor exactly when the association took place. Yet we know that sometime prior to 1741, James COLBERT, late of Scotland, chose a life among the Indians."(9)

    Questions To Be Asked
    If James Logan COLBERT were born in America as he stated in his letter to Governor HARRISON, then the question is where? Before this could be answered, several decisions had to be made regarding COLBERT's family tradition before further research proceeded. First, if part of COLBERT's family tradition were untrue, would it not be reasonable to assume that the entier tradition was false and unreliable? Second, other than John DONNE's secret letter to General WILKENSON that COLBERT had lived among the Chickasaw "since his infancy", was there any other corroborating evidence to verify this? Third, where did Colbert come from? In other words, where was he born? Who were his parents, grandparents, and possible siblings? Fourth, of COLBERT did live with the Chickasaws as a small boy, how did he get there and who brought him? Similarly, was he an orphan as the tradition suggests? Fifth, if others knew COLBERT's true identity, why has not the family tradition been corrected before now? Sixth, what families were allied with the COLBERTs? Seventh, where did James Logan COLBERT's ancestors come from?


    Step One: Re-evaluating the Family Tradition

    Although it claimed Scotland as James Logan COLBERT's birthplace, it was decided not to disregard the family tradition completely. Val D. GREENWOOD once described family traditions as something that "should be chewed and tasted but never swallowed. More often than not they contain threads (sometimes even cables)of truth that, when unraveled,[provide] useful clues and leads upon which to base research."(10) Despite it's inaccuracies, misstatements, and embellishments of truth, certain leads or clues were found in COLBERT's family tradition which eventually pointed in the right direction. One such clue involved a son and granddaughter of James Logan COLBERT.

    In the mid 1820s, according to the family tradition, Chief George COLBERT of the Chickasaws offered Lunsford ASOBROOK "one of his four barrels of silver" if he would marry one of his daughters. According to Nina LEFTWICH's book on the history of Colbert County, Alabama:

    "There is in the ALSOBROOK family today a silver medal which George COLBERT gave to Lunsford ALSOBROOK as a token of esteem and friendship which he felt for him when the spirited daughter of the old chief refused to accept the attentions and proposal of Mr. ALSOBROOK, prompted as she thought by the offer of her father. The medal was presented to COLBERT by President JEFFERSON in 1801 as a mark of appreciation for services rendered by the Chief.(11)"

    A further investigation into Lunsford ALSOBROOK and his family revealed that a short time after his marriage proposal to George COLBERT's daughter was rejected, ALSOBROOK married Temperence B. EATON of Warren County, North Carolina.(12)

    North Carolina records ahow that the EATONs and ALSOBROOKs lived in the counties of Warren, Halifax,and Northampton. Further investigation showed that Thomas COLBERT and several of his children also lived near the EATONs and ALSOBROOKs. What relationship, if any, existed between Thomas COLBERT of North Carolina and James Logan Colbert of the Chickasaws could not be determined at that time. However, this lead proved to be only one of many which eventually linked both COLBERT families together.

    Step Two:Determining the age of James Logan Colbert

    John DONNE told General WILKENSON that COLBERT had lived with the Chickasaws "since his infancy".However, historians have recently disputed this statement and have written that COLBERT was much older.Historian Gilbert C. DIN wrote;"James Logan COLBERT, a Scotsman and trader, began residence among the Chickasaw before 1740, whenhe was about the age of twenty."(13) In order to determine when COLBERT began living with the Chickasaws, it was necessary to seek corroborating evidence to verify DONNE's statement. This evidence was discovered through the writings of James ADAIR, a former Chickasaw trader. In 1775. ADAIR wrote a book about his experiences with the Five Civilized Tribes. He called it A HISTORY of the NORTH-AMERICAN INDIANS,THEIR CUSTOMS, ETC. In his chapter on the Chickasaw he wrote: "Capt.J. C-l-b-rt who has lived among the Chikkasah from his childhood, and speaks their language even with more propriety than the english, desreves to be recorded..."(14)

    Since neither DONNE nor ADAIR explained what they meant by "infancy" and "childhood", it must be deduced from their remarks that James COLBERT lived with the Chickasaws before he reached puberty.(Under the legal definition, puberty for boys is defined as under the age of fourteen.)(15)

    COLBERT's family tradition aslo said he began living with the Chickasaws between 1736 and 1741. By aubtracting fourteen from the two dates, we can estimate that COLBERT was born sometime after 1722 but before 1727. These dates also correspond with the births of COLBERT's children, assuming his first marriage happened when he was between the ages of eighteen and twent-three.COLBERT married three times and had eight known children:(16)

    1)Sally b.ca.1743 (first by fullblood)

    2)William b.ca.1748 (second by fullblood)

    3)Joseph b.ca.1750 (second by fullblood)

    4)Samuel b.ca.1753 (second by fullblood)

    5)Levi b.ca.1759 (second by fullblood)

    6)George b.ca.1764 (second by fullblood)

    7)James b.ca.1768 (third by half-blood)

    8)Susan b.ca.1769 (third by half-blood)

    As will be shown later, the time when James Logan COLBERT was born was crucial in determining the place of birth, who his parents and siblings were, and who had the opportunity to take him to the Chickasaw Nations as a small boy.

    Step Three:Where DId James Logan Colbert Come From?

    From the beginning there were numerous obstacles which seemed on the surface insurmountable. Many of the conventional means of locating COLBERT's origins were not available to researchers becasue the subject lived where no tax lists, land deeds, marriage licenses, or census records existed. In many cases, a relationship can be established by tracing land ownership. Then, by comparing the extant deeds with other deeds and records such as wills and marriage licenses, a connection can usually be found between one family and another. however, in this case, there were no records to compare becasue the Chickasaws were a paperless society. That is to say, their culture revolved around an oral history rather than a written one.

    Although James COLBERT's life was fairly well documented by the British, French, American, and Spanish governmnets between 1758 and 1784, there were non known documents that mentioned him before then.Since an exhaustive research in Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi by previous researchers had already proved unsuccessful, it was decided to check with other sources not used before.

    Checking Other Sources

    Additional materials on James Logan COLBERT were found in the COLONIAL RECORDS of NORTH CAROLINA, the CALENDAR of VIRGINIA STATE PAPERS, and THE COLONIAL RECORDS of SOUTH CAROLINA. These materials concentrated on his activities during the Cherokee wars between 1758 and 1763 and during the american Revolution. Other than the statement recorded in CALENDAR of VIRGINIA STATE PAPERS that COLBERT was born in America, no other material proved useful in determining his place of birth or his parentage.

    However, HE DRAPER COLLECTION of MANUSCRIPTS proved very useful. In 1841 Lyman DRAPER interviewed Malcolm McGEE, a former Chickasaw trader and interpreter for the Chickasaw Nations. McGEE was present with James COLBERT in the summer of 1783 at Long Island on the Holston River during the Virginia-Chickasaw negotiations with DONNE and MARTIN. Like COLBERT, McGEE had moved to the Chickasaw Nations as a small boy.That was in 1767 when he was ten years old.(17) In addition, McGee was once married to Eizabeth OXBERRY HARRIS, daughter of Christpher OXBERRY and Molly COLBERT. During the interview, McGEE was asked to describe the Indian traders who lived with the Chickasaws in 1767. McGEE described the traders by their place of birth: ADAIR, Irish; BUBBY, English; BUCKLES, English; HIGHTOWER, Dutchman; COLBERT, Carolinian. ALl the traders, according to McGEE, had a Chickasaw wife except COLBERT who had three. McGee deduced that the above traders had lived with the Chickasaw for over twenty years becasue by 1767 all of them had fullgrown "half-breed" children.

    When DRAPER asked him to verify COLBERT's place of birth, McGee was not sure but guessed South Carolina. Since previous researchers had unsuccessfuly checked South Carolina records for clues regarding James GOLBERT's birthplace and parentage, it was decided to examine documents other than deeds, grants, and marriage records.

    Careful research was given to South Carolina's Indian Affairs records to see if his name was mentioned during the early 1730s or 1740s. The results proved negative. However, while going through South Carolina's DOCUMENTS RELATING to INDIAN AFFAIRS, several lists of Indian traders appeared. These lists were generated by laws created by the colonies of Georgia and South Carolina to control Indian trade within their own borders. The first laws monitoring Indian traders in South Carolina were inacted in 1702. They were specifically directed against Virginia Indian traders. One of the first Virginia Indian traders whose property was "confiscated" becasue of this act was Robert HICKS[Sr.]of Virginia in 1707.(18)

    Similar acts were also made in Georgia. On 9 January 1735, "An ACt for the Maintaining Peace with the Indians in the Province of Georgia" was passed by the Common Council of Trustees at Governor OGLETHORPE's insistence. It was sent to the Privy Council for review and a favorable report was rendered on 3 April 1735. It said:

    .."that all such Persons that shall trade, traffik or Barter with any Indian (except the Chickasaw traders)shall come to the Town of Savannah at least once every Year; in order to take out a new License, in his own proper Person, that is to say, in the Month of March, April, May or June in which Months all Licenses shall expire [except] the Chickasaw traders shall take out their Licenses once in eighteen months..."(19)

    Using the names of "Licensed Indian traders", a list of Virginai, North and South Carolina traders was created. A partial list includes Robert LONG, Charles HICKS, John BROWN, William GILCHRIST, Abraham COLSON, James ANDERSON, William KEMP, James MOORE, Richard HYDE, John SIMS, William WILLIAMS, and John PETTYGREW.

    The HYDES of Northampton County

    One of James COLBERT's 'hirelings' was Richard HYDE, listed above. His father, aslo known as Richard Hyde, had also been employed by COLBERT as a packhorseman. The elder HYDE was a former pirate and member of Blackbeard's gang. HYDE quit his life of piracy when Edward TEACH(Blackbeard) was killed in 1718.(20)

    While escorting the Superintendent of Indian Affairs through Creek territory, both the Supreintendent and the elder HYDE were severely beaten and disfigured by some Creek warriors when they were caught in bed with the Indian's wives. According to ADAIR:

    "Among the Indians, the trading people's ears are often in danger, by the sharpness of the law, and their suborning false witnesses, or admitting foolish children as legal evidence; but generally either the tenderhearted females or friends, give them timely notice of their danger...The Muskhoge lately clipped off the ears of two white men for supposed adultery.One had been a disciple of Black Beard, the pirate..."(21)

    Records show that Richard HYDE and his family lived along the Roanoke River at Hyde Island. This island is a few miles upstream from Plumbtree (Mush) Island and the Occoneechee Neck.

    The Chickasaw Traders of Sandy Bluff

    Further research revealed a number of Chickasaw Indian traders lived along the Pee Dee River during the "off-season" at a settlement called Sandy Bluff (in present day Marion County, South Carolina). Acording to Harvey Toliver COOK, several North Carolina and Virginia "squatters" had lived at Sandy Bluff since the early 1730s and a substantial community had evolved by 1734.(22)

    William BYRD made reference to the Pee Dee River in his book HISTORY of the DIVIDING LINE when describing the Indian Trading Path which crossed the northwest section of present day Warren County in North Carolina on its way "to the Catawbas and other southern Indians." According to BYRD, the Pee Dee was a place "where the traders commonly lie for some days, to recruit their horses' flesh as well as to recover their own spirits."

    Sandy Bluff was farther down the Pee Dee that the "usual" rest stop for traders. At first, it was occupied by only a few of the Chickasaw woodsmen before they proceeded to Virginia and North Carolina. Most, if not all, of these woodsmen had Indian wives and half-breed children in the Chickasaw towns they traded in.Geographically, Sandy Bluff was remote from any of the major Indian paths or large towns in South Carolina. It was considered "out-of-the-way". In all respects, Sandy Bluff was a "self contained isolate community".

    The Turbevilles of Northampton and Halifax Counties

    One of the first families to live at Sandy Bluff was the TURBEVILLEs. North Carolina records show that between 1713 and 1726, the TURBEVILLEs had lived on the Occoneechee Neck of the Morattuck (Roanoke) River (in present day Northampton County). In May of 1726, William and Walter TURBEVILLE moved to Plumbtree Island(now called Mush Island in Halifax County). Their father, Richard TURBEVILLE, had died six months earlier, On 4 December 1725 the elder TURBEVILLE had written his last will and testament.AN abstract of his will reads;

    "Wife Anne TURBEVELL-plantation where I now live for her lifetime. Eldest son John TURBEVELL-plantation and land where Jacob COLSON now lives on the west side of Reddy Run. Second son Francis TURBEVELL--100 acres on the south side of the Moratuck River in a survey of land bought of JOhn Lax{X}. Third son William TURBEVELL-land where he now lives, to be divided from the Piney Meadow across the survey. Fourth son Walter TURBEVELL-plantation where I now live after his mother's death. Daughter Elizabeth TURBEVELL-cows and calves, etc. less than one year after the death of her mother. Grandson Daniel COLSON and granddaughter Mary COLSON--cow and calf each, to be paid them when they are twenty-one."(23)

    Richard TURBEVILLE's will was witnessed by John HOGG, Richard CURETON, and John HATCHER. All three lived on the Roanoke River near Occoneechee Neck and Plumbtree Island. John HATCHER was a descendant of a Virginian Indian trading family. The HOGGs and CURETONs had ties with the COLBERTs'

    The most noteworthy of the TURBEVILLEs at Sandy Bluff, acording to the Reverend Alexander GREGG, was William TURBEVILLE. The Reverend Mr. GREGG said "Mr. TURBEVILLE had no children. Several brothers came with him, of whom some descendants are now in Marion." According to GREGG:

    The Rev. Wm. TURBEVILLE came with this colony, and was their pastor. He was a well-educated man, and had a high reputation as a preacher...Mr.TURBEVILLE was a poor man through life. It is said that Wm. ALSTON, grandfather of Gov. ALSTON, who lived near the Warhees(a few miles below Mars Bluff) complained to Mr. T. on one occasion of his wearing such course garments. Mr. T. told him, he got but little for preaching, and could not afford to dress better. Whereupon, Mr. ALSTON gave him a black suit and silk gown, on condition that he was not to use them except for preaching, and on other public official accasions..."(24)

    From GREGG's remarks, it was apparent that although the Reverend Mr. TURBEVILLE "had a high reputation for a preacher", his congregation did not support him as GREGG or ALSTON felt they should. It also indicated a callousness on the part of ALSTON to insist that TURBEVILLE wear his "black siut and silk gown" only while preaching or "on other public occasions". ALSTON evidently felt superior to TURBEVILLE and did not mind dictating terms to him. William ALSTON was a cousin of the ALSTONs who lived in present day Warren County, North Carolina. Many of the Chickasaw traders were finacially backed by the ALSTON family.

    Abraham Colson and the Chickasaws

    The Reverend Mr. GREGG aslo mentioned other families that lived at Sandy Bluff. He recorded that "about this period William COLT and Abraham COLSON settled on the east side of the river, below the Welsh Neck.The name of COLSON was long known, while that of COLT disappeared not many years afterward..."(25) It is not known who William COLT was. Perhaps he came from North Carolina or Virginia like the COLSONs and TURBEVILLEs. There are records connecting William COLT, Abraham COLSON, and George HICKS during the 1740s, but nothing after that. William COLT may have been an alias. During the 1730s many outlaws lived in the area.

    Abraham COLSON, on the other hand, was related to the TURBEVILLEs. Like the TURBEVILLEs, the COLSONs had lived on the Occoneechee Neck and later moved to Plumbtree Island on the Morattuck (Roanoke) River in the early 1720s. Jacob COLSON, the man in Richard TURBEVILLE's will who lived "on the west side of Reddy Run", was Abraham COLSON's grandfather. Virginia records show that Jacob COLSON had been an Indian trader since the late 1600s. Abraham's father, Joseph COLSON, had been a Chickasaw trader since 1721.

    In 1737, Joseph COLSON wrote his will. It was recorded in Brunswick County, Virginia, just north of the Virginia-North Carolina boundary line.

    "Unto my loving son Daniel COLSON the lower half of my land lying and being in Edgecombe presink on the south side of Roanoke at the mouth of Pork Creek, after my loving wife Mary COLSON's death or at her remarriage. ALso, one Negro man Jeme when he comes of lawful age. Also my sorrel horse which he is to have when his uncle William COLESON goes to South Carolina to go with him upon, only Daniel COLESON must pay as much money to my executors for my other children as the horse ans the Negro is praised to.

    "Unto my loving daughter Mary COLESON the upper half of my land afforementioned. Also one Negro woman named Sue only she must pay as much money to my executors, when she comes of age.

    "Unto my loving wife Mary Coleson and three children Abraham, Jacob, and Winne all the rest of my estate equally."

    The will was witnessed by James BARNES, John DODD, Peter SABATEE, and Daniel JAGGER. It was presented in court 7 April 1737 by Mary COLESON and John BOUCHER. They renounced execution and Robert MUNFORD was appointed administrator with the will annexed.(26)

    Four years ealier Joseph COLSON was one of the woodsmen who accompanied Major MUMFORD[MUNFORD] and William BYRD II on the expedition to THE LAND OF EDEN.

    Like his grandfather and father, Abraham COLSON lived and traded among the various Indian tribes. In February of 1740, Abraham submitted two bills to the HOuse of Commons of South Carolina for payment.

    "An Account of the said Mr. Abraham COLLSON amounting to L25, it being for a Steer, and 2 Quarters of Beef & for the Use of the Indians in July 1738. Which Account having been also read to the HOuse it was ordered that the same be referred to the Consideration of the Committee on Petitions and Accounts.(27)

    "another Account of the said Mr. Abraham COLLSON amunting to the Sum of L6 for 2 Quarters of Beef for the Chactaw Indians on their traveling to Charles Town.Which amount having been read also to the House it was ordered that the same be referred to the Consideration of Committee of Petitions and Accounts."

    Apparently there was some dispute over the two bills.In March the House approved the first bill but disapproved the second bill for six pounds.:"We have examined an Account of Mr. Abraham COLSON's, for Beef killed for the Chickasaws on their coming to and returning from Charles town, amounting to the Sum of L25:00:00, which we recommend may be allowed."(28)

    As Chickasaw traders, the COLSONs and TURBEVILLESs had the means and opporunity to take James Logan COLBERT to the Chickasaw Nations as a small boy. What is more compelling, however, is that both families lived next door to the COLBERTs in North Carolina during the 1720s and 1730s.

    "Mulattoes" and "Mixedbloods" at Sandy Bluff

    Several settlements were granted patents or grants by the South carolina government during the 1730s near Sandy Bluff. Queensboro was surveyed in 1733 and in 1736 a colony of Welsh Baptists from Pennsylvania was established. Unfortunately, the settlers at Sandy Bluff did not get along with their neighbors.

    "In 1739 one of the petitions of the Welsh complained 'That several Out Laws and Fugitives from the Colonies of Virginia and North Carolina most of whom are Mullatoes or of a Mixed Blood' had thrust themselves among them, paying no taxes nor quit rents, 'and are a Pest and Nuisance to the adjacent Inhabitants.' They were a part of a band of robbers sought by the Virginia goevrnmnet, and had, so the Welsh suspected, the sympathy of some of their neighbors."(29)

    The outlaw community of mulattoes and mixedbloods continued to plague the Welsh settlements with robberies to such an extent that the governor brought out the militia. In 1746, two settlers petitioned to have their grants moved to a different location. One complained that the "robbers reduced his stock of hogs from twenty-five to six."

    In 1747, George HICKS, son of Robert HICKS, Jr., moved to the Pee Dee River near Sandy Bluff. According to the Reverend Mr. GREGG:

    "In the latter part of the year previous came George HICKS, from Virginia. The family was of English descent.Being a man of means and influence, Mr.HICKS induced a number of his own relatives and others also to come with him. He became head of a large connexion on the Pee Dee. The first record of his name is in a grant of land, in the Welsh tract, January 22nd, 1747."(30)

    In 1750 the governor of South Carolina appointed George HICKS and James CRAWFORD as justices of the peace becasue some of the Sandy Blff settlers were "Living very Riotous". The problem did not subside, however, and two years later, Justice of the Peace James CRAWFORD and sixty other settlers asked the governor for permission to move to another district. By then, the mulattoes and mixed bloods had taken control of the district.

    In addition to the TURBEVILLEs and COLSONs, many other families that had previously lived on the Roanoke River moved to Sandy Bluff. Among them were the GIBSONs, CHAVIS[CHAVERS], Goins[GOINGS], and SWEETs[SWEAT]. According to GREGG, Gideon GIBSON was one of the wealthiest men at Sandy Bluff. He was also a "Free Man of Color".(31) So were the CHAVIS, GOINS and SWEAT families. All four families were related by marriage.(32)

    The TUBEVILLEs were also related to the Sweat family by marriage. In 1763, William SWEAT, the son-n-law of John TURBEVILLE, was named executor of his estate. John TURBEVILLE was born in North Carolina at either Plumbtree Island or the Occoneechee Neck and was a grandson of Richard TURBEVILLE. In his will dated 3 August 1763 and probated in Charleston, South Carolina, John TURBEVILLE made provisions for his daughter Lucy SWEAT and grandson Nathan SWEAT as well as other members of his family.(33)

    The GOINS family had originally come from Virginia before migrating to North and South Carolina.(Goins Island is located at Lake Gaston on the Roanoke River a few miles up river from Hyde Island and Plumbtree Island.) CHAVIS[Chavers], on the other hand, lived on the Quankey Creek, which is below Plumbtree Island.

    Gideon GIBSON had lived near the Occoneechee Neck adjacent to land owned by Arthur KAVANAUGH, Ralph MASON, and Richard TURBEVILLE before buying land on Quankey Creek from Robert LONG[LANG], a Chickasaw and Cherokee Indian trader. LONG also owned land at Elk Marsh and Plumbtree Island. LONG had received his land patensts at Quankey Creek and Plumbtree Island on 1 March 1719/1720.(34)

    According to GREGG, Gideon's brother, Jordan, went West with Daniel BOONE. Benjamin CUTBIRTH (also known as CALVERT/COLBERT) was also a member of Daniel BOONE's entourage.(35)

    James Logan of North Carolina and Virginia

    Robert LONG and Gideon GIBSON were not the only woodsmen who lived at Quankey Creek in North Carolina. Joseph SIMS and James MOORE also lived there. Like the COLSONs and TURBEVILLEs of Plumbtree Island, these woodsmen traded with the Chickasaws. During the off-season they often rested at Sandy Bluff before returning to North Carolina. In 1732 Joseph SIMS and James MOORE witnessed the selling of land between two men from Albermarle County, North Carolina, at Quankey Creek. A third witness was James LOGAN.

    "...Thomas MATTHEWS of the north west parish of Edge.Prect. in the Co.of Albermarle, planter to Joseph BREWER of Edge.Prect....16 Mar.1732 10 pounds current money of VA. 200 acres in north west parish on the south side of the Moratock river and the south side of Great Quankey Creek whereon the sd.MATTHEWS now lives, joining Peter JONES, other lands of sd. MATTHEWS, the land formerly owned by Robert WOOD and the creek part of a tract granted to William WILLIAMS for 340 acres 17 May 1730 Wit:Joseph SIMS, James LOGAN, James MOORE..."(36)

    William WILLIAMS, a former owner mentioned in the above sale, had traded with the Chickasaw Nations since the early 1720s. Peter JONES had accompanied Joesph COLSON, Robert HICKS, Major MUMFORD, and William BYRD II during the survey of "Eden".

    According to COLBERT family tradition, a man named "James LOGAN" was the grandfather of James COLBERT. Given the similarity of names, plus the fact that Chickasaw traders lived at Quankey Creek, Occoneechee Neck and on Plumbtree Island, circumstantial evidence strongly suggests that this James LOGAN was indeed the grandfather of James Logan COLBERT.

    Additional information on James LOGAN comes from F.B.KEGLEY in his book KEGLEY'S VIRGINIA FRONTIER. In it he describes some of the earliest settlers on "the southwest frontier below the mountains" in Virginia.

    "On the south side of the James below the mountains the frontier at this time was represented by the Welsh settlement on the Mcherrin; Col.BYRD's improvements on the Roanoke above Sandy Creek, including the three charming islands, Sapponi, Occoneechee and Totero; Major MUNFORD's Quarter near-by; Col.BYRD's Land of Eden on the Dan and Major MAYO's Survey adjoining; Richard and William KENNON's grant on Cub Creek which supplied farmsteads for John CALDWELL's Presbyterian Colony...

    "On the South eastern creeks were...Joseph COLSON at Major MUMFORD's...and Peter MITCHELL, the highest inhabitant on Roanoke River, about six miles above the fork.Among the first to become settled on Cub Creek were John and William CALDWELL, James LOGAN..."(37)

    The CALDWELLs and LOGANs had originally come from Pennsylvania before migrating to Virginia and North Carolina. In addition to settling a Presbyterian colony, several of the CALDWELLs were also Chickasaw traders. When Bernard ROMANS visited the Chickasaw and Choctaw Indians in 1775, he wrote of his accounts of an Indian trader named CALDWELL:

    "One CALDWELL has the greatest stock[of cattle]; and OPAYA MINGO LUXI went in 1771 to complain of it, but CALDWELL, knowing that no savage can withstand the words of a white man, took advantage thereof, and so intimidated the savage, by his mere presence at Pensacola, when in the Superintendent's hall, in order to lodge his information, and make his complaint that OPAYA MINGO LUXI himself said he had nothing against him..."(38)

    CAVEAT:Although circumstantial evidence suggests that James LOGAN was the grandfather of James Logan COLBERT, additional research is needed.

    The Calverts of Plumbtree Island

    While investigating the TURBEVILLEs, COLSONs, and LONGs, it was discovered that the family of Joseph CALVERT (pronounced kahl/vert) also lived on Plumbtree Island and owned property on the Occoneechee Neck. Deed records strongly suggest that Joseph CALVERT and Joseph COLSON were either partners and/or related to one another. On 20 March 1721 both bought property on the Morattuck River from Thomas WHITMELL, an Indian trader.(39) COLSON's land was on the north side of the Morattuck (Roanoke) River near the TURBEVILLE's: "...Thomas WHITMILL...to Joseph COLESON...100 acres on the north side of Morattock River, joining the spring branch, the Double branch, TURBEWILL's branch and the river. Wit:William MAULE, William GRAY..." CALVERT, on the other hand, bought land on Plumbtree Island: "...Thomas WHITMILL...to Joseph CALVERT...385 acres..."(40)

    Three years later, on 24 June 1724, Joseph CALVERT bought an additional 250 acres from John GRAY "on Morratuck River and Plumbtree Island Adj. William GREEN, 'Near Foltera Fort'."(41)

    The lands bought by COLSON< CALVERT, and TURBEVILLE on the north side of the Morratuck(Roanoke) River were near an Indian path leading to the courthouse in Brunswick County, Virginia, and to the plantation of Major Robert MUMFORD[MUNFORD].

    Major Robert Mumfors and the Families of Plumbtree Island

    Further research revealed that the TURBEVILLEs, COLSONs, and CALVERTs worked for Major Robert MUMFORD of Brunswick County, Virginia, and with Thomas WHITMELL. Major MUMFORD was a large land speculator and the descendant of an Indian trading family. The MUMFORDs had traded alongside men like Abraham WOOD, Benjamin HARRISON, Robert BOLLING, William BYRD I, Peter POYTHRESS, and Robert HICKS since the late 1600s.(42)

    The TURBEVILLEs learned of the Occoneechee Neck on the Roanoke through their association with Arthur KAVANAUGH and Major Robert MUMFORD. By 1712 both KAVANAUGH and MUMFORD were large landowners in Virginia and North Carolina. KAVANAUGH betgan seeling his North Carolina patents in 1713 and MUMFORD acted as his attorney. Thomas WHITMELL, the Indian trader, bought six hundred acres from KAVANAUGH on the north side of the Morattuck River in 1715.(43)

    Before moving to North Carolina, the TURBEVILLEs sold land they owned in Prince George County, Virginia, to Peter MITCHELL, an Indian trader and land speculator.(MITCHELL lived high on the Roanoke River near the CALDWELLs and James LOGAN.) Major MUMFORD acted as Mary TURBEVILLE's power of attorney and it was witnessed by Arthur KAVANAUGH and John ANDERSON.(44)

    ANDERSON was also an Indian trader and land speculator who worked with MUMFORD. Prior to 1722, ANDERSON lived with his family on the Occoneechee Neck of the Roanoke River. Before moving to the Roanoke River and the Occoneechee, ANDERSON had lived in Prince George County, Virginia.

    Prince George County records reveal that in the 1740 "Rent Roll of all the Lands held in the County", the following names were listed: Jno.ANDERSON, Lewis GREEN, Peter JONES, Peter MITCHELL, Hubert GIBSON, Coll.BOLLING, Coll.HARRISON, Arthur KAVANAUGH, Francis POYTHRES Sr., Dan'll HICKDON[HIGDON],Coll.BYRD, Rob't.HIX, Robt.MUNFORD, Rich'd.TURBERFIELD, and Wm.EPPES.(45)

    In 1722 Major MUMFORD and John ANDERSON were the first individuals to apply for a patent in present-day Mecklenburg County in Virginia. It wass for "2811 acres in the fork of Cock's (now Poplar) Creek" and the Roanoke River.(46)

    When Richard TURBEVILLE and his family moved to North Carolina, they lived on the Occoneechee with other Chickasaw traders and next to ANDERSON, COLSON, PACE, MASON, GIBSON, LANG(LONG), and Thomas WHITMELL.(47)

    On 1 March 1720 the Lords Proprietors of North Carolina issued patents to Plumbtree Island and on the south side of Plumbtree Swamp abutting the island. These patents went to Thomas WHITMELL, William GREEN, John COTTON, John GEDDES, William REEVES, Barnaby MILTON, and Robert LANG(LONG). Shortly after Thomas WHITMELL obtained his patent on Plumbtree Island, Joseph CALVERT and his family moved on the island.(48) The CALVERTs were later joined by the TURBEVILLEs and COLSONS.
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    (1)In many ways, this manuscript asks as many questions as it answers. It was not written as a biographical sketch of James Logan Colbert. Instead, it's purpose is to identify and trace his genealogical history. To accomplish this, the author researched the migration pattern of several Chickasaw Indian trader families. Surprisingly, it led to the Roanoke River in North Carolina and to the present day counties of Franklin, Warren, Halifax and Northampton. This manuscript will provide many surprises to its readers.It is hoped it will be informative. Historical accounts backed by genealogical findings are used throughout to re-evaluate Colbert's "family tradition" that has been accepted for over one hundred years. This article is the author's attempt to bridge the gap between family tradition, fact, and fiction. The author retains the copyright of this article, all rights reserved.

    (2)Colonel Cadwallader Jones, A GENEALOGICAL HISTORY (Columbia: Ye Bryan Printing Co.,1900), p.1, hereinafter cited as Jones, A GENEALOGICAL HISTORY.

    (3)Dr. Virginia Easley DeMarce, "Looking at Legends--Lumbee and Melungeon: Applied Genealogy and the Origins of Tri-racial Isolate Settlements." NATIONAL GENEALOGICAL SOCIETY QUARTERLY, LXXXI, 1 (March 1993);37, hereinafter cited as DeMarce, "Origins of Tri-racial Isolate Settlements."

    (4)John Walton Caughey, McGillivray of the Creeks (Norman:University of Oklahoma Press, 1938), p.68.

    (5)John Donne to General James Wilkenson, "Miscellaneous Letters Addressed to Congress 1775-1789,"Papers of the Continental Congress 9(Donne, John [Falls of the Ohio River to James Wilkenson: Jan.17, 1784, p.6]Microcopy M247, Roll 104.

    (6)William P. Palmer, Calendar of Virginia State Papers and Other Manuscripts, from January 1, 1782, to December 31, 1784, Vol.III (Richmond:Sherwin McRae, 1883),pp.513-515.

    (7)H.B.Cushman, History of the Choctaw, Chickasaw and Natchez INdians (Greenville:Hendlight Printing House, 1899),p.423.

    (8)Guy B.Braden, "The Colberts and the Chickasaw Nation," Tennessee Historical Quarterly, XVII, 3(1958):222,223.

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    James Logan Colbert

    James Colbert was a trader among the Chickasaw, and was sometimes called "James Logan Colbert" even though no documentated evidence has yet proven that "Logan" was his middle name.

    Family tradition states that he came from Scotland aboard the ship PRINCE OF WALES to Georgia in 1736, but his name is NOT found on the passenger lists.

    He once stated that he had been born in the colonies, and a long time interperter for the Chickasaw, Malcolm McGee, stated that Colbert was from one of the Carolina's.

    In the book ADAIR'S HISTORY, on page 398, James Adair states that James Logan Colbert was born about 1721, and the he had "lived among the Chikkasaw from his childhood, and speaks their language even with more propriety than the English".

    James Logan Colbert was married three times:

    1st to a full blood Chickasaw, by whom he had:

    1 daughter - name unknown, died young.

    2 William, born about 1750. Became a Chickasaw chief. Was also called Chooshemataha, Pyaheggo, and Billy Colbert. Married to Jesse Moniac (who was also called Wayther, and whose mother was a Creek). He later married a woman named Mimey.

    James Logan Colbert's 2nd marriage was , also a full blood Chickasaw he had:

    3 George, born 1764, became a Chickasaw chief, was also called Tootemastubbe. Often refered to as Colonel George Colbert. Married three times, two of his wives were daughters of Cherokee Chief Doublehead. One of these two women died befotre 1818, the other sister was Salechi. His 3rd wife was Tuskeahookto, who he married in 1834.

    4 Levi, born 1759, became a Chickasaw chief, earning the title "Itawamba Mingo". He had a large family. One wife was named Mintahoyo, another was named Ishtemmarharlechar, the 3rd wife was named Schtimmarshashoctay.

    5 Joseph, married Elmira Oxberry.

    6 Samuel, born 1816 married Rhoda Gunn, they seperated, he later married Lucinda Love.

    James Logan Colbert's 3rd marriage was to a mixed blood Chickasaw, by whom he had:

    7 James (Jr.), born about 1768, became a Chickasaw chief. He married three times, 1st to Susan James, a Choctaw, 2nd to a Mrs. Frazier, a half blood, 3rd to a full blood Choctaw Nelly.

    8 Susan



    The Draper Papers indicate that all of James' children were dead by the summer of 1842, with the exception of perhaps one daughter ( Susan Perry).


    Sources:

    WHO WAS WHO AMONG THE SOUTHERN INDIANS 1698 - 1907, by Don Martini, published 1998, pages 127, 132, 133,138,139, 140,149, 151, 153

    ADAIR'S HISTORY, by Williams, page 398

    MCGILLIVRAY, by Caughey, page 68

    A COMPANY OF HEROES, by Van Every, page 263

    HONOR AND FIDELITY, by Holmes, page 139

    CHICKASAW RESERVES (microfilm) roll 144, frame 146
    roll 146 , frame 252


    Re: Colbert Family - Chickasaw New

    Friday, August 31, 2012

    This is a chapter story 1965 page # 1

    1965

    It was a hot summer in southern California; the air was heavy from the humidity. I wish it would rain. Our apartment is a one bedroom, furnished. We really liked living in Bellflower, California. It is like a small town. We could walk downtown without a care in the world. It is also the best place for showing off your cars on Friday and Saturday night. We drove our 55 Chevy all shinny through town more than ones. We would go to Helen and Grace for ice cream. I loved all the pink, black and torques green. When you opened the door the smell was sweet with chocolate and vanilla. Arney and I were married in August, 1963. We had no idea what the future would bring, only that we loved each other and wanted the life we longed for. But it was not easy, we were so young, and the good stuff didn’t come easy for us. This night had been long for me, it is hot and I am pregnant. Arney must have had the TV on all night keeping up with the news. I could hear a soft sound coming from the living room, and Arney did not come to bed. Watts and the towns around it are on fire, I can see the smoke from our apartment on the second floor. The regular smog we are used to is now mixed with the smoke. It is hard to breath very deep. Sometime during the night I fell asleep. I wake feeling sick to my stomach; I did not want to look at what was happening in Los Angeles. Why would you destroy your own town and each other? Compton & Watts had always been a mix of Negros and whites. When I was growing up it was mostly white, but as people spread out into Orange County, tracks of homes were being built. The homes being built are expensive, and only those making a really good wage could move into most of the areas. Seems that the Negros more or less had some parts of LA all to themselves as time went by. But it had been a mixed race state. We know there are gangs of all colors living in LA, Compton and Watts. No one wanted any problems, at least no one I knew. I get myself a drink of water, it teats like chlorine, I do not like Bellflower water, a bottle of Coca Cola would be nice. Arney is lying on the floor and the front door is open because it is already so hot. No air conditioning, not even a fan. Arney is worried about me and the riots, so we are saying very little to each other. I felt restless. We talked about going to Arney’s Grandma Neely’s in Acton near Palmdale, California but it would be a long drive to the hospital. blood to be checked. Our baby would be born soon, but I had not felt any kicking or movement for almost a month. I stayed in the state of crying……..to be continues.

    Chapter story 1965 page # 2

    Writing my Mother is so hard, and her letters back to me give me hope. It is strange how you can feel all grown up one minute and the next you want your Mama. Arney is wonderful, but I need her also, to many miles are between us. This is the first grandchild and great grandchild for my side of the family. I am going to LA General Hospital because they have the best doctors. My regular doctor has sent me there. But this is not a good time to be going in that direction. Roads are blocked at different places along the freeway; I didn’t go to my last appointment because of the riot, we are told to stay away from different areas…… Since there were no monitoring systems for babies in 1965, there was no way to tell how our baby was doing. The blood testing was to see if I had become toxic. If my blood was becoming bad they could take our baby because there was a threat to my life. Listening each visit for the sound I prayed for, a heartbeat. I must have seen at least 5 different Doctors, sometimes two or three would check me during one visit. Abortions were not legal unless the mother was in danger. I certainly did not want them to take my baby Everyone was on alert as the hours past. All we had to do was look out our window; we could tell that things were getting worse. The news was constant. We were all in shock; this was not in any way normal in this part of the country. We knew that in the south things were bad sometimes, but never did it dawn on us that someday we would know this kind of anger, this rage, even death on the streets.

    Strange what comes to mind while I write….We had a black and white TV, I think it was a 19 inch. While so much was going on that was changing our lives in a dramatic way. This was some of the programs we watched.

    Arney is a good man, and as my friend would say, a real tall drink of water. Blond, blue eyed, a young man that grew up fast. His childhood was hard; he needed life to get easier. We were strong in who we were but it was not an easy time for us; work is hard to come by. Arney is a Journeyman Cement Mason, and work is slow. It was hard for a lot of people, a generation fighting for rights, and nothing comes easy. Marching for civil rights, gatherings of all kinds for woman’s rights, drugs were flowing like water, and even our music had changed. The love songs, the fun music was changing one song at a time. We were growing up and it was no longer the life we pictured. We needed good leadership, the government was upside down. Our beloved President Kennedy had been killed. We are restless about the war in Vietnam. The draft was ever present on our minds. “Things they are changing.” So many boys and men killed in this war. The body bags were starting to be shown on the TV, and a daily count of deaths became almost too normal. In 1965 some of us were just starting to really understand, there is a war going on; we were asking questions and getting vague answers. This is not the country of my birth. Even long term friends were into drugs, Arney and I wanted no part of this drug seen, not to say that we didn’t drink because we did. As the music play songs of unrest, and the war, “when would the music stop?”





    You maybe asking yourself, why would she write this for her blog? History will never tell my story of this time. It would never make the 6:00 news. You can read about how many died, why the riot started. And you may find a few names of leadership but it is not personal. There are thousands of stories that could be told about 1965 during a very hot summer in LA. I hope that after you read this it will give you a deeper understanding of me, or maybe how in the blink of an eye, your life can change and I was changed….sometimes we just need to share.

    To be continued…….

    Chapter story 1965 page # 3

    I decided it would be good to go outside; we needed to get out of the apartment for a while. It was hot and the news was all bad. Then as I am going down the stairs the first pain hits me and I know our baby is coming. I am scared, all I can think of is, “will the baby be alive?” Could there be something terribly wrong with him or her. I wanted a boy, a little person that looked just like his Dad. Or a girl with my brown eyes and blond hair like Arney. I knew that our baby was dead, but I just kept trying to think otherwise. My Grandmother is praying for us, she is so devoted to her Christian walk with God. If she were here with us, she could help me understand why this is happening to us. Arney take me out to his Dads truck. I can see his fear. He wants this baby so much. He touches my belly all the time.

    Driving to La everything seemed to be in slow motion. I see and smell the smoke coming from the riots. My heart was beating so fast, my body felt tense. It is so hot; we are more than 20 miles from the Hospital. Different exits were closed; I know Arney was just as scared as I was. Arney when upset sets his jaw, he is so Welch.The pain was coming longer and faster. These are the pains your Mother will never tell you about. We pull into the iterance of the hospital, police cars are everywhere around the hospital. Sirens screaming! We stop as close to the iterance as we could, a man in a white uniform has a wheelchair; he helps me out of the truck and into the chair. It hurts to move, everything is white hot, and the sky is flat with no color. The fires were turning everything gray. No air, I need air.

    The door opens to the ER; the smell of blood is overwhelming mixed with the normal smells of the medications. I look into the faces of people that could be dyeing. Is this what war looks like? There is a war going on and I am in its sites. I start to throw up from the smell, the humanity, the pain from my own body. I am put in an area with curtains all around me. No one comes to check me and I have no idea where Arney is, I want my Mama, I want God’s grace, and I want my baby to be born alive and I want to scream for Arney but I can’t scream. I have always found silence in my pain, and hold my breath which is also not good. I don’t know how long I labored behind those curtains. I could hear the yelling, the voices, the moaning and the sirens. People were crying. All of a sudden someone yells code blue and I was taken to the elevator. I remember the lights in the ceiling flashing by as they rolled me down a long hall. I was put in a small room, not an operating room. A nurse assured me that I would be fine. She gave me a shot and left. There I was no one with me, my baby; the pain was all that I could deal with. At some point another girl was brought into this small room. She was ready to have her baby, so a doctor and nurse are working with her. She was yelling out in pain. I heard the baby cry. Then they took her somewhere with her baby. A baby had been born just about 4 feet from my head. It somehow gave me hope, maybe my baby would cry for me.

    I had no since of time, the lights overhead were bright. I wanted to turn them off. I do not know how much time had passed when the doctor came in with a nurse. He was older, but when you are 20 everyone is older. I was given a couple of shots in my arm and told to push hard, and soon it was over. A baby boy with blond hair covered in blood was born and he is dead. The cord wrapped his tiny body. I am drugged; crying, laughing, and I do not know how to feel. It is over, the pain is gone from my body, but I am sick, I throw up and I cry more. I get another shot and then they wheel me out into a large area in the same bed where I had given birth to my baby boy just minutes ago. I am drugged; I can hardly open my eyes. There is my Arney waiting, not knowing anything about me or our baby. All we can do is cry. That is all we can do.

    A nurse is asking us questions about how to handle our baby? She sounds so far away, Arney is taking care of what is to be done I remember the ceiling lights going by as we are heading to the elevator. I am going upstairs to a room. Ones in the ward, I fell asleep. I don’t know when Arney left; he held my hand till I was asleep. To be continued..

    Chapter story 1965 page #4

    Sometime in the early morning I wake and know that I am not alone. This picture is not the room I was in. In the room I was in there is 5 more beds on the wall across from what is shown here. I hope this gives you an idea of what a ward looks like. There are 9 other girls in this really big room. Where is Arney? I ring for a nurse, but no one comes. I was scared, there are Negro women in this room. I have never felt so white. I will call my bed # 1 because it is next to the big wide door to the hall. I have no recall of their names, but to share this time I want to put a name to the faces and voices I will never forget.
    There are 5 beds on one wall and 5 on the other. There is about 4 feet between each bed.

    Girls I shared three days with at LA County General Hospital

    Bed #2 is Sylvia…… Bed # 5 is Jessie…….. Bed #8 is Fannie

    Bed #3 is Lana………. Bed # 6 is Miss Sarah…….. Bed # 9 is Lily

    Bed # 4 is Martha………. Bed # 7 is Betty……….. Bed # 10 is Kate

    The windows that overlook Los Angeles are floor to ceiling; they have old glass that is distorted. I am on the 8th floor, I could have seen a lot from up here. I didn’t look.

    At some point food come, it made me sick to look at it. I hear a small voice, you need to eat girl. I come to know her as Lana in bed #3; she had been hit in the lower back by a cop with a baton. She was looking for her children when she was hurt.. She miscarried her baby.. I hear the girls crying and whispers but nothing directed to me. Lana had tight curls; her eyes were so black and very large. She looked like she could be about 13 but I knew she was older. She was very quiet; really kind of shy…I think it must have been hard to talk to the white girl (ME). Each one of these girls, one by one shared why they were here over the next three days.

    I think the nurses were really busy because no one came to help me. I had rang and rang without anyone coming. I could not hold my pee any longer. I knew that I was bleeding, but when I put my feet to the floor, I was shaking and the floor seemed to be coming up. So I stood there for a while hanging onto the bed. Now to take those ten steps to the bathroom. Then as I made my way the blood was falling out of me like water, it was all over the floor. The girls in my ward were ringing for help. I had blood on me, the bathroom, and I felt faint. I needed someone to help me. I could smell my own blood, so I began to dry heave. I do not remember much after the nurse came, only that I wanted the blood off the floor. It was very important to me that the floor must be cleaned. She cleaned me and my bed. Along with a shot and out I went. The next thing I remember is someone wanting me to eat. Then seeing Arney come through the wide door. He held me for a long time. He had driven through some bad parts of Los Angeles, some road blocks made it almost impossible to get here. He had been shot at, his Dads truck now had a hole in it. He could have been killed. The bullet was just inches from his head. He said that he felt the wind of the bullet. I felt like this nightmare would never end. I ask him to stay away from here until time for me to go home. He certainly understood that I was right, but either way would be hard for us.

    To be continued…….

    Chapter story 1965 page # 5

    11th 1965, August,a young black man was pulled over because he was driving recklessly near Watts California. The driver was Augus Marquette Frye age 21year old Negro. His brother Ronald age 22 was a passenger. Frye failed the sobriety test, so he was under arrest. Ronald went to get his mother who was about a block away, so they could
    get the car home. The mother came to where her son was and started yelling and making a fuss about the arrest and since it was a hot evening, people were outside…soon there were people gathering around the scene and now Marquette was resisting and a struggle ensued. More police came and without going into all the details, the riots were started. I am in no way blaming anyone, I believe if not for the work of many, this could have been worse than it was. If you would like to know more about the Watts riots, there is information on the web.

    Let me introduce myself, I am Mary (Stinnett) Evans, oldest daughter of Loy and Marcella Stinnett born July 12, 1945 in Tulare, California. My sister Sharon and my brother Bret are much younger than me. I have red hair and brown eyes. I am 5ft 4inches. Very thin. I had just turned 18 when we were married. Arney is my guy, my friend and lover. What do you do when your baby is dead, and your world is turned upside down? You endure! But the empty place never goes away.

    True fear changes things; I thought people in California were better than this. How could they hurt each other, it is so violent. I never dreamed that we would have friends hiding in trees unable to go home. Not in our towns, not in my lifetime. I had always been afraid of Negro people. I was raised that way. Even when I went to school with them there was a fear factor. They were niggers to the men in my family. Never be in a crowed of them, they run in packs like animals. Stay out of their neighborhood. They are uneducated, welfare and food stamp people, just having babies like rabbits so they could rule the world even though they are lazy. They will steel from you given a chance. Were we bad to Negros? Not in California. That was in the South. Have they all gone nuts! I lived in Compton growing up, it was a beautiful city. Called the hub city to Los Angeles. I loved the down town; I thought the sidewalk was made of gold. There were shinny flecks in the cement, our town is special. What I did not know or maybe just didn’t care about was that Negros are not being treated well in Southern California. Or that Negros were unemployed and unhappy with the way they were treated, I was so busy just living my life with Arney and doing the best we could with very little that I never gave it much thought.

    With Arney staying away from the hospital, I was alone. No one would come to this part of the city. And I would not want them too. No one in my ward had a visitor.

    During the second evening I felt the milk for my baby coming in. I could only cry silent tears, I knew that I would never forget this time, this place, this great lose. I knew Arney was having the same feelings. The sun was going down when I sat up to see the girls that are sharing this room. It is awful to say, but this was the first time I really looked and really saw them.

    Dinner had come and gone without me eating. I drank something sweet, and I hoped it would stay in me. I felt very small in that big room. I wanted to sleep, stay asleep till I could stop thinking. Maybe if I slept long enough the riots would be over. Maybe this is a really bad nightmare and I will wake to find life as it should be. And my baby boy would live.

    Suddenly I heard a voice from across the room. It was bed #6 Miss Sarah, she seemed to be older than the rest of us. She had on a pink colored hair thing that covered her hair. Not a hair net, much thicker. What is your name child? I am Mary. You lost your babe? Yes, a baby Boy. I could hardly breathe as I spoke the words. I am Miss Sarah; I do not know where my husband and children are. I miscarried because I was pushed down in the street. Them People walked all over me. Someone brought me here. I saw her tears, and her face was round and beautiful. She had a couple of large bandages on her arms. Bed # 4 Martha chimed in saying, my baby is dead too. No one hurt me, God wanted this baby. It was not a good time for him to be born. My husband is somewhere in this hospital. No one tells me anything. I realized we were all teary eyed. Her words haunted me, maybe this was not a good time to bring a baby into this world. I fell asleep with tears burning my face. Where is God? Martha was thin and her arms seemed very long, she is pretty. Her hair is very short and curled just a little around her face. She could have been just my age. Her voice was tiny and very southern. I think under different circumstances she would be a funny girl, the kind that makes you laugh just being with her.

    Morning came with very little said by any of us. When a nurse would show up, everyone had questions. And most of the answers were not good. My heart went out to these wonderful women. None of this was their fault, they were all victims. They had all lost their babies and had no idea if they had a home still standing. The fires had destroyed so much, it was not over yet.

    I realized that I knew so little about life or maybe I just was not paying attention. I kept looking at the silent girl in bed #2 next to me. I finally got up enough nerve to ask her what her name is. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and said, I am Sylvia. I am a neighbor of Miss Sarah. She shared that she had seen me before in the little labor room. Then I knew she had her baby just a few feet from my head. She shared that the baby was a girl, and that she died. I remembered how I felt when I heard her baby cry. Sylvia had tears falling from her eyes, my husband might be dead, I saw him get shot. Lord, what did I do wrong? She could hardly speak. She was silent most of the time. Sometimes in life there are no words, just feelings. I think she was younger than me, she has a pretty face, and she is very tall, like a model.

    I hated when they brought in food. No one cleaned us, or really seemed to care about us. I am sure that there are others just like us. We were not on the maternity floor. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself the best I could. It felt good to have cold water on my face. My hair was in tangles, I felt old. I wanted to brush my teeth, I want, I want.

    To be continued…..

    Chaper story 1965 page #6

    *I know this is a lot of reading for a blog. We are so used to seeing a wonderful craft or amazing art. Thank you for reading my story.

    With no TV or even a book to read, the hours were long. Since I was next to the wide door, I could lay and watch others being wheeled down the hall. I could smell the ether. I felt close to these girls, it had become our own little world. Each having a life, and when they shared I found myself wanting to know more. These women could be my friends. I didn’t say much, I was grateful to listen. I know that me being in Bed # 1 was hard for them. If I were gone they would talk more, say more about what was going on outside these walls. Deep in my own thoughts when Bed # 7 said, call me Betty. I know my husband is down stairs with bullet holes in him. God only knows where my kids are. I want out of this miserable building, I might just get out of this bed and leave tonight. She asks for a newspaper every time a nurse came by. No one had the time or desires to find her a newspaper. This was a day of talking to each other. Not in whispers with only the girl next to you. Bed # 9 Lily was so black she almost looked blue. She had some kind of beads in her hair, very lovely girl. She asks us where we all lived. And one by one we shared where we came from. Bed # 10 Kate was from Compton over by the Sears store. She had her hair parted down the middle and on each side of her head was a bun of black hair. She seemed to have lost a few of her front teeth. I shared that I worked at that Sears in the Christmas season. I thought about my Dad, who loved their big blocks of chocolate. Then Bed # 8 Fannie spoke, saying she was pushed down a flight of stairs by her husband. She said that she hoped someone had killed him dead. I hope my kids are with their grammie…I live in Watts, or what is left of it. She was really beautiful, her teeth were so white against her really dark skin. She had a high ponytail with a yellow ribbon tied in a small bow. She could be really funny….she made some really funny remarks about the nurses; it did bring a giggle now and then.

    One of the funniest things was watching each other walk to the bathroom. The pads we wore were the size of a loaf of bread…they went why up our back and front. We all looked like Zombie’s going to the bathroom or maybe a bow legged cowboy. We all thought it was so funny and found ourselves giggling at each other as we made our way back and forth. Silly things were a great brake, sometimes our silence was so loud. Some of us were starving while others could not eat…I never saw oatmeal that looked like gray paste. The toast is hard as a rock; I had to tear it with my teeth. I gave mine to anyone that would take it. If you didn’t eat or poop, you couldn’t go home. I ate only what I just had too. So I shared what I could not eat. I hadn’t smoked the whole time I was pregnant, and the smell of coffee make me sick. I ate very little during the months of my pregnancy, but I craved lemons, I wanted them day and night. Poor Arney had to go out late at night a few times searching for lemons. I ate them like candy. Right this minute I could kill for a cigarette and a cup of really hot coffee with a lot of sugar and cream. Which brings me to Fannie; it was late at night when I realized Bed #8 Fannie had the glow of a cigarette coming from her bed. She had been very friendly to everyone. Sometimes I thought she was content to be here, she was safe. Fannie, I whispered, do you have one of those cigs to share with me? She whispered back, come and get it, but don’t let the nurse see it. I climbed out of bed, looking like the hunch back of Nostradamus with a loaf of bread between my legs, but I would have walked a mile for that cigarette. I smoked it, and it was so good. Sad to say I would be smoking when I got home. Some of us were cold and others were hot, I thought my feet would fall off they were so cold and others were fanning themselves like they were in an oven. We had gotten pretty comfortable with each other. Of course some of us were quiet. Everyone had a good laugh when I ask for a HOT cup of coffee with lots of sugar and cream. The gal that delivered the meals looked at me like I had two heads…so much for anything but old cold coffee. The milk was really warm. With so much time laying in this horrible bed, you hear all the complaining, and there in the dark with 9 women, there was no color; we were just doing the best we could. I no longer felt the fear that came in this room with me. To me they had become my black angels. The lights were always on in the hall. So it was never really dark in the big room. I found comfort in the light; it lighted the path out of here.

    Sylvia and Miss Sarah live in Compton. Martha comes from Watts/ Betty is from Long Beach. Betty and her family were in their car driving to get family. Her parents lived in Watts. They were pulled over by the police when all hell broke out. Betty said she doesn’t remember much since she was knocked out. She woke here in the hospital and was told she lost her baby. She shared that she had a bump the size of an egg on the back of her head. Betty is not very pretty until she starts to talk. She had a large head, and her hair seemed to have a mind of its own. Very large lips. She could spin out a story so fast. Lynn in Bed # 3 asked me why I am in this hospital? Bellflower is a long way from here. I was coming to the clinic to have blood taken ones a week. Lynn shared that she had been hit and fell on something hard. You could see her pain with each word. I was looking for my kids; I don’t know where they are. I hope my husband found them.Bed #3 Lynn had light skin and small features, her hair was not fuzzy, it was long and very pretty. But when you heard her voice you knew she was a negro girl. It was hard to think about what each girl had gone through. What would happen to them when they left this room? What would they find when they got home, or would there be a home waiting for them? What if her kids were killed????? So much to think about.

    Bed # 5 is Jessie. I wish you would all just shut up and let me sleep. For the record, I am from Compton. Then she turned over toward the window. My first look at Jessie was a little shocking; she kind of looked like a man. She was a big boned girl. She had a red streak of hair pulled up on top of her head. Her earrings were large, and they pulled her ear lobe down.

    It was mid-day when a Negro man came to the entry of the big open doors to our room. He looked like a homeless person. He was dirty, his clothes were torn. His hat was full of holes. He had a newspaper folded in his hand. Miss. Sarah asks if she could look at it? He stepped into the room but when he saw me he went instantly into a rage. It’s your fault; he yelled it over and over. He came toward me yelling ugly words; I had no place to go. He was close enough to hit me when all the girls were yelling back at him to get his silly ass out of here. This child has nothing to do with you. He looked at me like I was the devil, dropped the paper and backed out the door, still yelling it’s your fault! Something happened in those few seconds that changed me forever. The girls were saying that ole bastard, what rock did he come out from under? “Kicking his ass would have made my day.” Then Lynn saw the newspaper on the floor. She got up and put it on her bed. Some of the girls gathered around to see what it said. It is today’s paper Jessie said, Could someone read this, I lost my glasses. Miss Sarah started to read it out load. The headlines said that the National Guard has been called in. The police are not getting control of looters and the fires are overwhelming and spreading, Negros on the move, heading to other towns. I stopped listening.

    To be continued……..

    Chapter story 1965 page #7

    I had a lot of time to think, was I put here to wake up to what is going on around us. It is so easy to get into ourselves, living but not really being a part of the big picture. This was a really hard way to get the message. Listening to these girls telling their stories was not easy. They are telling me, we are here; we have all the same feelings as you do. I had understood the civil rights movement. But it was not personal until now. Maybe I did feel superior to them. If you are treated like you do not exist, then how do you feel? In my mind, I think they are agree, and sometimes that causes people to feel like victims, now there is a reason to fight. They had so little, what did they have to loose. What did they see and feel when they looked at me? Where is our heart if all we see is the color of skin? I heard them cry, giggle, talk in words I understood, I saw the worry and the tears, and they saw mine. They cared about me, and that was a beautiful thing. In many ways they looked after me each day, even to the point of telling the nurses things that I had not shared about my health, and I hope that I helped them. Over the years, I wondered if they remembered this little bit of a girl that for just a short time shared in the hot days of summer so close to the fire.
    When Arney came to get me, I was so glad to be leaving this hospital. Also an empty feeling rushed over me; one by one we had said our goodbyes. We were all going home that day. I was going home to heal with my husband and family. What would each of these girls find when they returned home, would they still have a home. Their story would be very different from mine after the 6 days in August 1965.

    I don’t remember much about the drive home, just feelings rushing through my mind. I looked back at that big hospital; it was so large and really beautiful. I never went back there, and if we drove by it I would try not to see it. I had left my baby there. I was no longer a child.

    My Parents and siblings lived in Placerville, California. It was about a 500 mile drive to LA. As I recall my Mother carried a hammer under the seat of the car. She knew she was going into a bad situation, but a hammer? Knowing my Mama, she could have done some damage. It was dangerous for them to come into this awful mess. August 14th, 1965….. by 1 a.m. there were around 100 fire brigades in the areas, trying to put out fires started by rioters. Over 3,000 national guardsmen had joined the police by this time in trying to maintain order on the streets. Mama came in with the Sacramento National Guard. By midnight there were around 13,900 guardsmen in the area…. My sister Sharon has her own story about this time in our life. Sharon and my brother Bret were little kids… Sharon wrote… Mom, Bret and I drove to see you and were surrounded by the National Guard, they told Mom to stay in the middle of them, so they could protect us from the bullets. Bret and I had to lie down in the seats. I know we were at your house the day Arney brought you home and carried you up the stairs to your apartment. I remember seeing the helicopters just a few blocks over and the fires and smoke. Lots of noise. And standing on the walkway in front of your apartment and seeing the war in the next neighborhood and being very frightened. Sure brings back memories. A sad time in our lives. Arney called us in the middle of the night, I don't know what day it was but Mom and Dad were sleeping and I couldn't wake either one of them up to answer the phone. So Arney talked to me and I told him I would have Mom call as soon as I could wake her. Next thing I knew, Mom, Bret and I were in the car headed to L.A. A long trip and we were in a hurry, I think we only stopped long enough to get gas. By evening we were driving up the Grape Vine, and it was very dark. The National Guard had surrounded our vehicle and drove in with us, protecting us from flying bullets. It was so frightening. Bret and I lay down in the seats of the car just in case one of those bullets made it thru to our car. I don't remember if we went straight to the hospital or to the apartment. But we were there when Arney brought you home and carried you up those stairs. I don't know how long we stayed with you but it was very upsetting to see the smoke and fires, helicopters and fire trucks, knowing that it could come just another block or two and we would be in the middle of it all. Suitcases were packed for a hasty retreat. I don't remember going home; I just remember not wanting to leave you and Arney there. I love you

    Thank you Sharon, as you must know it brought tears reading your words and remembering that you were 13 and so grown up. And our Bret had just turned 7 years old.

    Big hugs!!!!

    I was so glad to see my mama, my sister and brother. I melted into my mother’s arms. Just to see their faces was so healing. We had all lost this baby boy; he would always be a part of us. They were in real danger coming here. Mama and Arney had talked about going up to grandma Neely’s when I got home if things had not gotten better. Lynwood was being taken over, and that was to close.

    By night fall the National Guard had a show of power and things changed very fast. But the smoke and unrest hung on in little pockets. They did not want to stop fighting, but soon even that had stopped.

    Arney needed my Mother; he had no support from his family. No one came to be with him except my Mama, Sharon and Bret. Arney’s branch of our family lived in other parts of Los Angeles County. Sometimes you just have to get over it. We watched the news and things were calming down, we knew that soon Mama would have to go home. Dad would be waiting for his family. Mama took all that we had bought or made for the baby. I needed these reminders to be gone because everything upset me to the point of being ill. Arney played with Bret. Mama, Sharon and I spent most of the time in my bedroom. So much healing went on for Arney and me in the days they were with us. I could hardly bear the thought that they would go home. Saying good bye was so hard, stay with me, don’t go ran through my head over and over, but as they pulled away, I wanted to go with them. Arney had his arms around me as I cried uncontrollable. Crying for my baby boy that I never would know, but have always loved. Crying for the man who loved me unconditionally. My heart was broken for us all, so much had happened in one short summer.

    As time went by, we grew not only as a couple, but we had established a good life, one we were proud of. But the missing part was we wanted a child to love. 4 different doctors had told us that because I only had one or two periods a year, they could not give me a good outcome for having a baby. And the treatments could cause multiple births and often they did not live. One morning before the sun came up we found ourselves talking about adoption. This would not be a easy journey, but one we were excited to take.

    In 1968 we adopted Trevor Lee Evans at 18 days old from Children home Society of Long Beach, California. We were in love with him from the moment we held him, probably before. My parents along with my sister and brother moved to southern California to be near us. When Trevor was 81/2 months old I gave birth to Steven Cory Evans. He was our miracle baby since I had no idea I was pregnant. I found out there was a baby when I was six months along. I was busy and he was hiding out. When Cory was 21/2 years old I gave birth to Jennifer Anne Evans. The little girl my husband had to have…a bottle of wine and thee! Each a blessing. “My cup runith over.”

    Thank you for taking this journey with me. We all have stories; most will never be told in the way that I have. But no less important to each of our lives. Your comments have been so special; it made me want to continue writing. A very special thanks to my

    Sister Sharon who continues to support me in many life changing times. I love you too, Sis