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Thursday, July 23, 2026

Thriller Thursday - Unwritten Law

    If you missed last Thursday's teaser, you can view it here.


Newspapers.com, Jackson Daily News, Jackson, Mississippi,
Monday November 18, 1907, Page 7


    James Alonzo 'Lon' Tapley (1866-1919) was a member of the Jackson, Mississippi Police Force for many years.  He was a well-respected officer and member of the community who seemed to be instrumental in solving cases that others had been unable to solve.  At the time of this murder, he had been a police officer for three years.  

    On May 17, 1907, just 6 months before the above photo was taken, Lon shot and killed a man who he found in his own house with his wife.  Now let me be clear - this was a different time.  Just being alone in a house with another man's wife was highly inappropriate.  Even though there was no evidence of a physical relationship between Lon's wife and the gentlemen, it was still extremely improper. And this was not the first time Mr. Taylor had been in the house alone with Lon's wife. 

    H. W. Taylor was a chemist who worked for a fertilizer company just across the street from the Tapley home. While Mr.  Taylor's friends claimed that his relationship with Mrs. Tapley was purely of a friendly character, Taylor had been seen leaving the Tapley home as late as 3 o'clock in the morning when the husband, Lon, was on night duty.

    Lon had heard the rumors.  He had even warned the chemist frequently to keep away from his home because he suspected that the relationship between Taylor and Mrs. Tapley was not proper.  On that Friday morning, May 17th, Lon was sent on a call near where he lived and as he rode his horse by his home, he looked over and saw Mr. Taylor standing in the hall of his house, speaking with Mrs. Tapley. I'll let this newspaper article tell the full story:

Newspapers.com, Clarion-Ledger, Jackson, Mississippi,
Saturday, May 18, 1907, Page 3

HERBERT TAYLOR IS KILLED BY POLICE OFFICER TAPLEY

A Sad Tragedy Growing Out of Family Matters—The Dead Man Had Hitherto Borne an Excellent Reputation.

Police Officer J. A. Tapley is confined in the city jail, while the dead body of Herbert W. Taylor lies at the Taylor Undertaking Parlors, pierced by a bullet from the officer’s pistol, the result of a sad tragedy in which the “unwritten law” will figure.

The tragedy took place at the home of Mr. Tapley, at 9:30 yesterday morning on South Farish street, and the killing was seen by no one except the participants in what has been the most sensational happening in this city in many years. The woman who was the cause of the tragedy had fled from the house and taken refuge in that of a neighbor when the shot was fired.

Story of the Killing.

The story of the killing, as gleaned from the neighbors and those who arrived on the scene a few moments after the fatal shot was fired, is as follows: Officer Tapley left his home at an early hour yesterday morning to report at police headquarters for his day’s assignment. The police court was in session and he was a witness in two cases, but while awaiting their trial, was sent on a call to that portion of the city in which his home is located. He is on the mounted force, and riding his horse along the street in front of his residence he saw Taylor and his wife standing in the hall. Tapley claims that he had repeatedly warned Taylor to stay away from his home, and cease interfering in his family affairs. He dismounted and started in the house, when Taylor, seeing him coming, called Mrs. Tapley’s attention. Tapley had gotten to the steps and Mrs. Tapley, when she saw him, exclaimed, "Yes, run for your life!" at the same time running into a room on one side of the hall, while Taylor ran into one on the other side, and bolted the door behind him.

Broke in the Door.

Tapley went to the door and tried to gain admittance, but found that it was bolted from the inside, and no response came from his demand for admittance. He then tried to shave it open with his shoulder, but found it too severe. Making a desperate kick, the latch gave way and the door swung open, the bottom panel of the door attesting the force of the kick.

Confront Each Other.

As the door flew open Tapley stepped inside and found Taylor at the foot of the bed, across the room, with a pocket knife in his hand, which he was attempting to open. The men must have only faced each other for a moment, in a very short space of time a shot rang out. Mrs. Tapley had, in the meantime, ran from the house and to that of a neighbor, only a few steps away, where she remained.

First On the Scene.

The first person to arrive on the scene of the killing was a young man who works at Dan Maybee’s building supplies shop, a few doors away. He was found Taylor lying flat of his back, near the foot of the bed gasping but that he died inside of ten minutes from the time he was shot. Tapley stepped out of the room, and seeing a passerby instructed him to mount his horse and go for the police. In a few moments two officers arrived, and one of them remained in the house with the body of the dead man, while the other escorted Tapley to the city jail.

Tapley’s Version of the Affair.

Tapley, when seen at the city jail while laboring under that excitement that would naturally exist under such trying circumstances, greeted the reporter of The Clarion Ledger pleasantly and said:

"I have very little to say for publication, only that I acted as any other man would under the circumstances. While I do not regret the act itself, I was forced to that. I do from the bottom of my heart regret the cause that made it necessary for me to kill a fellow man. It is hard to be forced to kill a man, especially under such and circumstances. For the little woman and her innocent children, who received the sad message, I have the greatest sympathy. But he brought it on himself, and I feel that my friends and the public will uphold me in my action."

The Other Side.

Friends of the dead man say that there was nothing improper in Taylor's conduct. That he was of that disposition that made him loyal to his friends, and being a warm friend of the Tapley family, he thought it duty to stop in on his way up town and bid Mrs. Tapley goodbye, as he intended to leave for Louisiana, where his wife and two little children had gone the evening before, and that he was simply on this mission when he met his death. They say that he often went to the Tapley home, which was just across the street from the Capital Fertilizer Factory, where he was employed as chemist, sitting on the front gallery, and would spend several minutes in friendly chat. He had packed his gripe, and leaving the office at the fertilizer factory, stated to his associates that he was going out to pay his respects to his friends, and that Tapley’s house being the nearest to his place of employment, was the first one at which he stopped. They claim that he was standing in the hall, and had just remarked to Mrs. Tapley how happy he would be the next day when he rejoined his wife and children at Baton Rouge. It was at that moment that Tapley came up and his wife seeing him with his hand on his pistol, told Taylor to "run for his life," while she did the same.

Something of the Dead Man.

Herbert W. Taylor has been a resident of this city about two years, coming here from Meridian, where he was employed as a chemist. For some time he held a position with the Mississippi Cotton Oil Company, but of late has been with the Capital Fertilizer Company. His friends and business associates were astounded when they heard that he had been killed under the above circumstances. They regarded him as a very high toned, honorable gentleman, strictly moral, devoted to his family, and the last man in the world who would get in such trouble. He was an Alabamian by birth, but married a Miss Young, of Baton Rouge, La., who was well known in this city in her girlhood days, as well as since she has resided here as the wife of Mr. Taylor, having been a pupil of Belhaven College, and graduated in the same class as did Miss Frances Manning. He is from a prominent family, one of his brothers being general manager of the Mexican Central railroad, another chief engineer of the Chesapeake & Ohio, and still another professor of chemistry in the University of Wisconsin.

Officer Tapley's Record.

J. A. Tapley, or "Lon," as he is known to his friends, is one of the best police officers on the Jackson force, and has always been regarded as a peaceful, law-abiding citizen. He is an officer in whom his superiors put explicit faith, and has been zealous in the discharge of his duties since he became a member of the force three years ago. This is the first trouble he has ever been in, in fact in the discharge of his duty, or as a private citizen, he has never been necessary for him to even strike a man with his hand. He believed he was justifiable in his act, and says he will so show when the time comes. He is from an old Jackson family, and has been well and favorable known in and around this city for years.

Mrs. Tapley's Condition.

Mrs. Tapley was in such a nervous and excited condition yesterday that it was impossible for her to give any connected account of the tragedy that so nearly affects her. So overcome was she by the dreadful happening that she was got to bed at a neighbor’s house, and told a reporter that it was impossible for her to give any account of the killing, but protested that she was guiltless. She referred the reporter to a friend who she said would detail the circumstances of the killing, which were about as given above. Mrs. Tapley is a small woman of pretty features, the mother of two handsome boys, and has been married to Mr. Tapley about fourteen years.

Was On Eve of Departure.

Taylor was to have left Jackson last night. It is said that he became possessed of a nice little sum of money a short while ago through a legacy and with this had purchased a plantation near Baton Rouge, and intended to spend his life as a planter with his wife and children. They had left the city the day before his death, to arrange things for his coming, while he remained behind to close up his affairs, and a happy reunion was anticipated be the wife instead of the sad message she received of his tragic death.

Preliminary Today.

Tapley will be given a preliminary hearing in the Police Court this morning at 10 o'clock, and is confident that he will be able to prove to the court his justification, while the friends of Taylor are equally as confident that the dead man was only making a friendly call.

Relatives Will Come.

Taylor’s body was taken directly from the Tapley residence to the H. M. Taylor Undertaking Parlors, where it was embalmed, and his family notified. Some of his relatives were expected last night, among them his wife’s father, ex-Sheriff Young, of Baton Rouge. - Transcription by Google Gemini

    Lon was taken to jail immediately after the shooting.  The next day, Saturday, May 18th, a preliminary hearing was held late into the night with many witnesses testifying.  (Mrs. Tapley was not required to testify.) There were four hours of witness testimony and four more hours of arguments by two of the foremost criminal lawyers in the state pitted against each other. Shortly before midnight, the Police Justice announced that he would grant the defendant bail in the amount of $2,000.  This was posted by three of Lon's friends, and he was required to appear at the circuit court session in September 1907.

    Immediately after being granted his freedom, Lon was given a 10 day leave of absence by the Chief of Police.  After the leave, he returned to the city and resumed duty as a patrolman.  The sympathies of the police department were plainly and unmistakably with Lon.  Several of his brother-officers were familiar with his family troubles during the last couple of years and were firmly convinced that Lon followed the unwritten law in killing Taylor.

    So what was this unwritten law?  According to Google Gemini, "The "unwritten law" referenced in historical legal contexts and news reports of that era was a social and legal defense. It traditionally referred to an unwritten legal doctrine or customary social code that morally or culturally justified a homicide committed by a husband, father, or brother who caught a man involved in an illicit sexual relationship with a female family member.

    In practice during the 19th and early 20th centuries, men who invoked the "unwritten law" used it as a defense for vigilantism—arguing that killing someone to defend family honor or avenge a perceived violation of domestic sanctity was justifiable, and juries frequently acquitted defendants who used this defense."

    What about Mrs. Tapley?  She was the former Lida Chapman.  She and Lon were married November 21, 1891 and were the parents of two sons when this incident occurred.  When she saw Lon coming into the house that morning, she told Mr. Taylor to run for his life.  She then fled the house and ended up at a neighbor's. She talked with news reporters about noon that same day and said that "Mr. Taylor had always conducted himself as a gentleman in my presence. Nothing that would smack of improper conduct ever existed between myself and Mr. Taylor."

    Lon continued to work as a patrol officer and did his job well.  Lida came home. September came and the newspapers came alive debating will he? or won't he? be indicted for the murder.  

    Then on September 10, this was published:

Newspapers.com, Clarion-Ledger, Jackson, Mississippi,
Tuesday, September 10, 1907, Page 5

Police officer J.A. Tapley, who was charged with the killing of J. P. Taylor several months ago, was yesterday released from bond after the failure of the grand jury to bring in an indictment against him.

    The unwritten law defense, along with the added self-defense excuse, won. Lon went on with his life.  He and Lida remained together and had two more children. She passed away just two years later, in 1909. Lon remarried in 1911 to a woman named Fannie Carroll who was 26 years younger than him.   They had a daughter together. At some point during this time, he left the Jackson police force, became a deputy sheriff and then was employed by the Illinois Central railroad as a special officer (detective). In 1913, he was elected Constable in the fifth district of Jackson.  Lon was a beloved citizen of Jackson, a very successful police officer, husband and father.

    Lon passed away suddenly on January 5, 1919:

Newspapers.com, Jackson Daily News, Jackson, Mississippi,
Monday, January 06, 1919, Page 6

    Oh and to answer the final question: Once I discovered Lon's full name of James Alonzo, I found him in my family tree as we are actually related!  

Thursday, July 16, 2026

Thriller Thursday - A tease...

  While doing some Tapley research, I came across this in the Chattanooga, Tennessee newspaper:


Newspapers.com, The Chattanooga News, Chattanooga, Tennessee,
Friday, May 17, 1907, Page 2


Sounds intriguing, right?  Just the sort of thing I would want to know more about, right?  So many questions...

    -    What is the "Unwritten Law"?
    
    -    Am I related to this Lon Tapley, a policeman??

    -    What happened to his wife???

  Research time!  And boy did I do a lot of research, and I found answers to these questions and more.  HOWEVER, I ran out of time to prepare a full debriefing today.  So I give you this teaser, and I will provide the answers in next week's Thriller Thursday blog!

Sunday, January 17, 2021

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: 2021 (Week 2): Family Legend

 Amy Johnson Crow from Generations Cafe is again hosting the blog writing prompt this year called 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: 2021.  I'm going to try to participate more fully this year.  I like that she gives us "permission" to interpret the prompt however we wish and share it however we wish.  It doesn't have to be a blog post; it could be a family video, a letter to a child or grandchild, an e-mail, etc.  

The Theme for Week 2 (Jan 11-17) is Family Legend. 

John Russell Tapley (1917-1967), a/k/a Russ, a/k/a Uncle Russ (to me) was my father's brother.  He was the second oldest child (of 6) of Nealie Drake Tapley and the sixth child (of 10) of Lusion Keman Tapley.  

From the stories I have been told through the years from my dad, my other uncles, my mom, my cousin, Ronnie, etc., it is obvious that Russ was a force to be reckoned with from the time he was a child.  He was mischievous, and I am sure that Grandma Nealie wanted to pull her hair out at times at his antics.  

By the time he was a teenager, he was big and strong, and definitely had his own mind.  I think he was the only one brave enough to run from his mother.  Whether he didn't want to do what Nealie told him at that moment or he simply had done something that he needed to be punished for, he would take off running across the fields.  Nealie would tell his brother, Dorsey, to go bring him back.  Now Dorsey could catch up with Russ, no problem.  However, he couldn't talk Russ into coming back.  This put Dorsey in an impossible position because if he laid a hand on his brother, Russ would beat him.  But if he came back to his mother without Russ, Nealie would beat him.  I think he just kept running with Russ, begging him to come back.  LOL.  

So Russ wouldn't get his punishment... that particular day.  Grandma Nealie would warn the kids that they would get it - when they least expected it.  Sure enough, it might be two weeks later, she would set the alarm to get up in the middle of the night.  She would get a switch and go into Russ's room, which he shared the room and the bed with Dorsey, and she would just start bringing that switch down on Russ while he was asleep.  Remember I mentioned how strong he was?  Well, he managed to grab the mattress on both sides and flip it over to protect himself from the blows.  Unfortunately, Dorsey would get dumped out and all the lashes fell on him.   LOL.

To be a big boy like he was, Russ was also nimble.  Nealie would get after  him and he would run across the room and jump behind the piano.  It sat across the corner of the room.  He would grab both sides and hold it so no one could pull the piano out.  LOL.

I have always wondered how long before Grandma Nealie just gave up.  Probably shaking her head.  

Around 1941, Uncle Russ, along with Nealie, my father, and their sister, Irene, moved to Jacksonville, Florida.  I do not know the reason, but I can theorize that it was for better job opportunities.  They were sharecroppers in Johnson County, Georgia. Two of Grandma Nealie's brothers lived in Jacksonville and perhaps encouraged the move.  They may have even offered to teach Uncle Russ construction.  He became a carpenter and was a really good one.

Then in 1942, when Russ was 25 years old, he was drafted into the Army and sent to fight in World War II.  I was able to get his DD 214 and this is how they described Russ when he was discharged in 1944:  He had blue eyes, red hair, and a ruddy complexion.  He was 5 foot, 11 1/4 inches in height.  His character was Excellent.  He completed 1 year, 11 months, and 18 days of service.  He was in the infantry and took part in the Italian Campaign in June 1944.   He earned a Combat Infantry Badge and a Bronze Star. He was only in Europe for three months.  He was given an honorable discharge.  


What the paperwork doesn't say is the hell Russ went through and the horrors he saw over there.  He was discharged because he suffered from PTSD (shell shocked they called it then).  For all his strength, Russ was tenderhearted and a peacemaker.  I am sure he could not reconcile this with the terrible things that he saw happen during combat.  I've been told that he never spoke of his time in the war.  

While Russ was away, his mother, Irene, and my dad, Gilbert, moved back to Kite, Georgia.  Again, I am sure it was a money issue since they depended on Uncle Russ for support, and he wasn't there.  While back in Kite, my dad got into some trouble and ended up in juvenile for 14 months.  When he got out, he went to Macon and stayed with his oldest brother, James "Fella."  

When Russ was discharged in October of 1944, he came through Macon and picked up my dad on his way back to Jacksonville. They went to work in construction and Nealie joined them at some point.

In 1946, Russ married the love of his life, Elizabeth Taylor.  Thankfully, she was of the same mind as him about family because there was almost always someone visiting or staying with them.  Their door was wide open.  They were never able to have children of their own so they spoiled the nieces and nephews.  If anyone was made to be a father, it would have been Russ, but instead he served as the father-figure for many of the children in the family.  Several of them stayed with him at one time or another.  Ronnie lived with him as a teenager.  My cousin, Jackie, that just passed away last weekend, stayed with them for awhile.  All of the children spent time over there at one time or another. 


 Russ was a fun uncle.  He was happy-go-lucky.  Always telling jokes and seeing the funny in any situation. He had a parakeet named Budgie that he could train to say anything.  Unfortunately a lot of what Budgie learned was cuss words, and if the kids tried to touch him, he would cuss them out!  Russ loved kids, animals, and a good steak!  He also loved his recliner (or chair as it was probably called back then).


Russ was the peacemaker in the family.  If there was conflict between any of the siblings, he was the one that got it smoothed over.  He was a kind man and just naturally drew people to him. I've been told it is hard to describe that quality he had, but everyone just felt it.  Oh, he had the Tapley temper, but it would blow over.  My cousin, Ronnie, did not grow up in a good situation, and he says he doesn't know what would have happened to him if Russ had not taken him in.  He said that living with Uncle Russ and Aunt Elizabeth was the only place that felt like a normal family situation for him.  Everyone loved Uncle Russ.  He was the glue that held our particular Tapley family together.  That became obvious after he passed away.

What about me?  Was Uncle Russ good to me, too?  Unfortunately, I was never given the chance to find out.  I was born on June 16, 1967.  (I'm a good 20 years younger than all of my first cousins.)  We were living in Augusta at the time, so Daddy called Russ to tell him about me.  Uncle Russ was ready to get in the car right then and drive 5-6 hours to see me.  However, Uncle Russ had experienced health problems for a few years, and all of the Tapleys have heart trouble, so Daddy told him it was too hot for him to drive up in his car, which did not have a/c.  He told him to wait and get Dorsey (who also lived in the Jacksonville area) to drive him up in his air conditioned car.  Sadly, that day didn't come.

Uncle Russ turned 50 on July 5, 1967.  Five days later, on the 10th, he suffered a massive heart attack and died instantly.  The news sent shock waves throughout the family.  Grandma Nealie was never the same.  She basically gave up after his death.  She died only 3 years later - on July 4th.  All of the siblings were hurting.  All of the nieces and nephews were, too.  Ronnie still wells up with tears whenever he tries to talk about it.  I am sure that Powell's Chapel church was overflowing the day of his funeral.  I was even there that day, at only about 4-5 weeks old.  My mom says it was so hot in the church, and I just wouldn't stop crying.  So my cousin, Joann, took me outside and calmed me until the funeral was over.


After Uncle Russ passed, things were never the same again.  Aunt Elizabeth remarried and none of the males of the family liked it.  Siblings had falling outs and didn't speak to each other for years.  No one got together anymore.  So it is no understatement to say he was the glue that held this family together.  Without him, they were lost.  He left a void that no one else could fill.  When Dorsey and my dad neared the end of their lives, they talked a lot about being ready to see Russ again.  I grew up hearing stories about him, and always have said that if there was one person who I would like to meet, it would be him.  He was a constant presence in our lives, but he was no longer the safety net.  

Russ was definitely the Tapley's family legend.  

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Wordless Wednesday: Swimsuit season


My grandmother,
Nealie Drake Tapley,

and

my aunt,
Elizabeth Taylor Tapley,

in their swimsuits
circa 1960's
in Florida somewhere.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: A Day at the Beach



At Jacksonville Beach (Florida)
with my Aunt Elizabeth (Taylor) Tapley
(for whom I was named) 
1973

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Fearless Females Blogging Prompts

In honor of National Women’s History Month, Lisa Alzo of The Accidental Genealogist blog presents Fearless Females: 31 Blogging Prompts to Celebrate Women’s History Month. 

I have yet to participate in this series.  There just doesn't seem to be enough days in the week for all the daily blogging prompts out there!  So since I had a quiet Saturday night, I thought I would catch some of these that I missed.  Warning:  This could be a loooong post.  

March 1 — Do you have a favorite female ancestor? One you are drawn to or want to learn more about? Write down some key facts you have already learned or what you would like to learn and outline your goals and potential sources you plan to check.

I believe that one of my favorite female ancestors would be one of my paternal great-grandmothers, Rebecca Page Tapley. What I want to learn about Becky are not her vital statistics... I have most of those, if not all. I know that she was the daughter of Solomon Page, a wealthy landowner. I know that she was married to a cousin who was killed during the Civil War before she married my great-grandfather, James Madison (Jim) Tapley. What I wish I could do is confirm some of the stories that I have heard about her... like she was a fiery redhead who ruled the roost with an iron fist; that she actually did tell her grandson to dress as a woman to "hide in plain sight" from the military when he went AWOL during World War I; or that she hit a man with a hammer when she saw him abusing his wife. She sounded like such a character... if even half of the stories are true!


 
March 2 — Post a photo of one of your female ancestors. Who is in the photo? When was it taken? Why did you select this photo?

This is my maternal grandmother, Ethel Ranney Tapley.

We can only guess, but Mom and I believe this was taken before she married... so about 1932-33... maybe about the time she was writing her diary. She would have been in her early 20's. I selected this photo because she looks happy, carefree, and fun, and she didn't have a chance to be that way much in her life.



 March 3 — Do you share a first name with one of your female ancestors? Perhaps you were named for your great-grandmother, or your name follows a particular naming pattern. If not, then list the most unique or unusual female first name you’ve come across in your family tree.

Not a first name, but my middle name, Elizabeth was given to me in honor of my aunt, Elizabeth Taylor Tapley, the wife of my father's brother, John Russell Tapley. She was such a sweet lady; I'm afraid I could never live up to her name.

(I've always been grateful that I wasn't named after either of my grandmothers!)

 March 4 — Do you have marriage records for your grandparents or great-grandparents? Write a post about where they were married and when. Any family stories about the wedding day? Post a photo too if you have one.

My paternal grandparents, Lusion Keman Tapley and Nealie Drake were married April 5, 1914 at the courthouse in Louisville, Jefferson County, Georgia. I have not pictures. It was his third marriage (both wives died) and her first. He had four children and was 25 years older. Based on comments my grandmother made, her family was not thrilled with the union, because of the facts stated. All indications, though, are that they loved each other very much. Papa died in 1935. My grandmother never remarried and lived until 1970.
My maternal grandparents, Charles Morgan Tapley and Ethel Ranney were married December 3, 1939 in San Bernardino County, California. I do not know exactly where. However I do have a picture:

It was the second marriage for both, and they each had one child. They were together until they died on the same day in 1973, almost 34 years later. (See this post for the story.)

March 5 — How did they meet? You’ve documented marriages, now, go back a bit. Do you know the story of how your grandparents met?

Lusion and Nealie met at a cane grinding. Those were big social events at the time, and it explains how two people who lived far apart by the standards of the day met each other.

Charles and Ethel met when he was the ice man. He delivered ice to her home one day, saw her son, Bobby, in the kitchen and commented what a pretty little girl she was. My grandmother indignantly replied that he was a boy. I guess the rest, as they say, is history.

March 6 — Describe an heirloom you may have inherited from a female ancestor (wedding ring or other jewelry, china, clothing, etc.) If you don’t have any, then write about a specific object you remember from your mother or grandmother, or aunt (a scarf, a hat, cooking utensil, furniture, etc.)

This was my maternal great-grandmother's (Bessie Carter Ranney) china head doll. The story of this doll is here.


March 7 — Share a favorite recipe from your mother or grandmother’s kitchen. Why is this dish your favorite? If you don’t have one that’s been passed down, describe a favorite holiday or other meal you shared with your family.

There were no recipes passed down in my family; just cookbooks.  My mother makes wonderful cornbread, as I've mentioned before, but there is no recipe.  It's just a couple of scoops of cornmeal, a little self-rising flour, and water.  You have to learn the feel of it.  

I do remember that every Christmas Eve, Mom and Dad would make oyster stew for dinner, and I would eat waffles.  

March 8 — Did one of your female ancestors leave a diary, journal, or collection of letters? Share an entry or excerpt.

Grandma Ethel kept a diary for 1933 and part of 1934 which I have been sharing here on this blog on Fridays for the past 9 weeks.  Her mother, Bessie, also kept a diary that my mother and I are in disagreement at the moment as to which one of us has it in our possession.  Never fear:  It WILL be located and shared here... someday.

March 9 — Take a family document (baptismal certificate, passenger list, naturalization petition, etc.) and write a brief narrative using the information.

I'm afraid I have to pass on this one... not all documents are scanned yet.

March 10 — What role did religion play in your family? How did your female ancestors practice their faith? If they did not, why didn’t they? Did you have any female ancestors who served their churches in some capacity?

My grandma Nealie was very active in her church, Powell's Chapel Methodist Church in Johnson County, Georgia.  She played the piano there and drove her horse and buggy for 10-15 miles from Wadley to attend church on Sundays.  

I am not sure about Grandma Ethel.  Her husband was very religious and even became a preacher in the Four Square Church, but I do not know how she acted out her faith.

My mother is very religious.  She tried to raise me in the church, but due to circumstances beyond her control, she couldn't get me to church every Sunday.  Now that my father has passed away, she is very active in her church.  

March 11 — Did you have any female ancestors who died young or from tragic or unexpected circumstances? Describe and how did this affect the family.

I honestly cannot think of any unless you count my grandma Ethel dying the same day as her husband, Charles (see reference above).  Those were definitely unexpected circumstances.

March 12 — Working girl: Did your mother or grandmother work outside the home? What did she do? Describe her occupation. 

My mother worked every day for Southern Bell, BellSouth, and then AT&T.  She retired after almost 40 years of service.  

Grandma Nealie mostly farmed; the only outside job I know she had was as a telephone exchange operator in Kite, Georgia. (Yes, she plugged those cords into a board just like you've seen on TV!)

Grandma Ethel had a few odd jobs before she married my grandfather, but once she got married and became ill, she did not ever hold another job outside the home.   

Whew!  I'm caught up now.  If you have hung in here this far, thank you.