A GRANDMOTHER SCHOOLER (spelling unknown)

Martha Bradford and John Jesse Moore:  1837-1924

Martha Alford & George Washington Echols

Margaret Recilia Echols and William Alexander Moore

           1852-1931               1851-1925

            SONS;                   GRANDCHILDREN
John Vol and Allie Hoffman      J. V., Parks, Sam & Joe

 

Bert Clement and Catherine Driggs                    Edith Logan, Driggs, Norman, Lawrence, Terrance, Sherman, Kenneth and Evelyn Pennington

 

Art Ernest and Effie Lee Street:                     Ernestine, Lola Kyte, Mildred Pringle, Malcolm,

                                                  d.

Grace Johnson, Grover, George (twin), Carroll, Homer Gene and Leighton

 

Leon Watson and Mae Tripplett   Herman, Etheline, L.W. Lorna King, Lloyd,

Dezy, Frieda Wall, Jerry, Anna Marie Crisp , Dale and Cortez

 

DAUGHTERS;                          GRANDCHILDREN

Minnie and Albert McKaig;           Herbert, Maggie Gray, Verna Patton,

                                    Maud Frizzell and Hugh.


Etta and Wes Bradford               Claude, Floyd, Walter, Omar, JessjLe Neal,

                                Mattie Neal, Arvil, Homer and Version

 

Mable and Joe Massey                Pearl Lawson, Frank, Carrie Everett, Vera
Everette, Ernest, Wesley, Benton and Denton, Arnold, Martha Clara Blalock, and Jerry.

 

Eunice and Walter Gray          Scott, Ruth Morrow, Alien, Cleo Baker, Ruby Fulghum, Leonard, Inez Moore, Woodrow, Lincoln, Audrey Abbott & Dolly Avans

 

Ethel and Cleveland Matthews    Felix, Philip, Troy, lone Miller, Clarise Hawkins , George, Herbert and Joyce Smith.

 

 

During an uprising against the upper class in Prussia an Echols left Prussia and came to America.  The history books list the year of the up­rising as 1830.

Kate Echols Aderholt said the Echols had been carriage makers in Prussia.

They decided to sell as much as they could and go to America. Risking their lives to save their possessions was not worth it, they reasoned.

Margeret Echols Moore of New Salem, Star Route #3 of Rising Fawn, Ga. and Kate Echols Aderholt of Birmingham both said the Echols came from Indiana.

When Lola and I visited Kate in Birmingham one year she said most of her sons were officers in the U. S. Service. One, a retired general, sent her a maid who spoke no English from Thailand.  It was the maid’s day off the day we were there.

Grandma Moore said that her father, Captain George Washington Echols and one of his sons fought with the Union Army from Indiana during the “Civil” War. His son was shot and taken prisoner by the Confederate army.

After prisoners were exchanged, George W. Echols discovered his son had been healed by the Confederate medics in this area. By using some of the many leaches found in our native creeks, they had applied them to the wound area. The leaches sucked the old blood and fell off, thereby opening up passage ways for new, oxygenated blood.

The above strategy saved the arm or leg from being severed, as many Northern doctors did to save the lives of their wounded. The Southern doctors also used grubs which eat only dead matter to clean the wounds which become infected. This too was an alternative to surgery.

Grandma said her father was so overcome by the kindness to his son he wanted to return and live in this area.

As spoils of war Union soldiers were able to participate in a lottery for Southern land. Great grandfather drew land on Missionary Ridge.

Great grandfather Echols wanted to work at the iron furnace in Rising Fawn, Georgia, so left his land on Missionary Ridge and moved to Rising Fawn, Georgia where he made shoes for the workers and kept books.

Since the war was over, supplies for the war effort were not needed and local people were too poor to buy goods after Sherman came through the area on his path of destruction through Georgia. Even the iron furnace was almost destroyed by the Union army, so it soon closed.

Great grandfather Echols then moved to Route #1, Rising Fawn, Georgia, where he taught school at the Church of Christ “Union” school until he died and was buried in the cemetery there.

The little church/school house is still standing near the sign which says 101.

I asked Grandma if she could remember any of her relatives.  She could name over a dozen Echols, a grandmother Schooler and an Uncle William Alexander and Aunt Margaret Campbell.  She said he started the Church of Christ.  Some­times it’s called the “Christian” church. Grandma said she was named for her Aunt Margaret. Grandma did not know which of the two was blood related. She said she thought she did have another aunt but she didn’t know her.

Once the Harmonettes – a barbershop group I sing with in Sun City, Arizona entertained at a dinner meeting held at the Christian church there.

After the program was over we were .asked-to stay for refreshments.

I told the minister my grandmother was named for her aunt who was the wife of Alexanders. He said, “Oh, I’ve just returned from a pilgrimage to his national shrine in West Virginia. Come and see my library of books written by him, or about him.  “Someday, he said, “Alexander Campbell will be known as America’s greatest philosopher.” “Already,” he went on, “more books are written about him than anyone since Jesus Christ came.  I want you to meet his granddaughter, a member of our church. When I met her she named several relatives of hers. None of the named were Margaret. Finally the minister asked, “What was your grandmother’s name?” I said, “Margaret.” He got excited.  “She,” he said, “was his first wife. They had six children. One died while young. The second wife had 13.

The minister said Margaret Brown was an only child of a wealthy land owner. Part of the huge estate owned by Alexander Campbell was gained through her father’s generosity who wanted close contacts to his only child and her family.

Granma said she never wanted her sons to become ministers or soldiers.
None ever had to serve in either capacity.

It was traumatic when Alexander Campbell broke from the Presbyterian Church which originated in Scotland. The entire family was affected. Most mothers hate war, too. Before the Civil War reached this area two Moores arrived. Dad said we are descendents of John Jesse Moore who was called Jesse.  He said Jesse married Martha Bradford, One day when we were at the Hawkins Cemetery Dad pointed out the stone. On the front in clear words and numbers I read: John Jesse Moore 1837-1924. Dad said, “He started the Moores here in New Salem.”

Jesse’s stone crumbled about three years ago.  It was 150 years old. Dad said Jesse’s younger brother, John W. Moore, born in 1845-1931 married Delia Warren. He said that we are not related through the great grandmothers, although we are through the great grandfathers.

One time while Grandmother was lying in state at our house, I overheard two of her nieces speaking in low tones about someone’s mother and father who were divorced.  I never knew until later that they were talking about Grandpa Moore’s parents.  The girls quit talking until I left the room.  Divorce was such a shameful subject to discuss.

When Jesse left the community he took Aunt Josie with him. When she re­appeared as Aunt Josie Kendricks years later, I asked Mother about her.  She seemed like an angel of mercy helping anyone in the family who needed her. She also helped Great Uncle Vol and his family who lived near Hinkle, Georgia.

Mother said Grandma Moore told her that Martha said Josie was left as a baby on their doorstep.  She was registered as a Moore. Both of the Moore brothers were interred in the Hawkins cemetery. Jesse was 87 and John lived to be 86. Josie was buried in the Hawkins cemetery in 1942.

The census listed Josie as being in the John Moore family. One census taker listed our Grandfather George Street as being part of the William Street family because he was there the day they came around. Eryin Street is our great grandfather’s name.

Martha and Jesse had three boys: Thomas Payne left for Memphis, Tennessee, Alexander stayed in New Salem and Vol went to Hinkle, Georgia. Ralph and Harley Moore were sons of Vol.

Grandpa Moore bought land overlooking Sittons Gulch. He had many types of apple trees and different plants. He sold produce at Durham. He often spent the night with his brother Vol.

Since Rising Fawn was a thriving community, he went there too. All the Bradford descendents enjoyed singing. Alex met, wooed and married Margaret Echols. They had four boys and five girls.

As Martha became older Dad and Leon lived with her. Dad remembered living with her in a small house near John Bradford’s home.

Uncle Leon lived with her when she lived near her son Vol in the Hinkle area.

Many older persons in those days lived in smaller dwellings near the family. The parents were cared for and felt more independent and serene. It was less noisy than living among boisterous children.

Aunt Mae said that Uncle Leon was living with his grandmother when they got married.

In 1911 Martha Berry persuaded Alexander and Margaret’s three unmarried sons to attend Berry High School. After she told about the Glee Club and the fact they could work their way through school, Vol, Art and Leon went there. Dad stayed from 1912-1915.

When Dad came home from school, and met the young teacher he fell in love with her. Mother, Effie Lee Street lived with Dad’s parents as long as she taught out here.

Mother and Dad wrote letters to each other for awhile; then on the last

day of school, November 25, 1915, they were married with Cousin Bill Gray, father of Walter, Charley and Clark, performing the ceremony. He was the Justice of

the Peace out here. When he died of cancer Dad was made the Justice of the Peace. Uncle Bert was the clerk, and Grandma was the midwife for the four girls in our family.

When the boys were so much heavier- Malcolm was 12 pounds- Dr. Rogers was called in. Even he did not save Grover’s twin, who was named George Washington after grandfathers by that name.  Dad’s maternal grandfather, Captain George Washington Echols and Mother’s Dad, George Washington Street carried the name proudly.

Some of my earliest memories were of visiting Grandma and Grandpa Moore or Dad’s sisters and brothers.

I liked to choose red apples from a barrel, climb one of their mulberry trees for berries, crank their telephone so we could hear better and listen to the chatter of happy people who were glad to see each other.

One time I answered the telephone and told Grandma people were talking on the phone. She said to hang up. The phone for her took four rings, she explained.

Once when I broke a saucer she told Mother, “Don’t scold her.  She didn’t mean to do it.”

One time Grandpa came through the trail to our house. He wanted to talk about Malcolm’s inability to talk. He thought Malcolm might be tongue tied.

Dad borrowed his Dad’s buggy, Mother made a picnic lunch and we all went to the doctor. We had the best fried chicken dinner while Mother and Malcolm saw, the doctor. He did clip Malcolm’s tongue and verified the fact Mother was pregnant again.

Dad had not worried as much about Malcolm’s not talking because he had not talked until he was three. He said, “The bees are swarming!” No one else had seen them and he knew It was Important to tell them. His mother was more excited over his talking than she was about the swarming bees.

While I was still four years old Grandpa had a tooth pulled. No one could stop the bleeding. Many took turns holding cloths to his gum but he slowly bled to death.

I was sick and Mother held me part of the time. Otto was there, too. We spent the night at Grandpa’s house and others came and went. Otto wanted his grandmother to hold him. She looked heavy to me and I didn’t think there was room in the chair for her lap, but he did fine. Even then I had a sense of humor.

I liked to eat at Aunt Minnie’s. She had a Lazy Susan table.  I could move the top around and not have to say, “Please pass the beans, “etc.

At Aunt Eunice’s we played the records until I memorized them, such as, “Tea for Two, Reuben and Rachel, The Little Brown Church in the Wildwood, etc.. I would get scared when the boys would tell of hearing a Panther at night.

One time we all went over to Uncle Bert’s to see the new Model A-Ford and later the Model T.

I climbed in the rumble seat and pretended I had a boy friend to ride with. Soon afterwards Dad got a car with an Essex body.  It took two people to start it – one to crank it and the other to keep it from either dying or trying to run over the cranker.  Mother never learned to drive but she always told Dad .what to do or not to do.

One time Dad surprised us all. He ran over Uncle Joe’s gate before someone could open it.

All the men teased Dad. They said what they would do to his property.  I sat on his lap until I got frightened by their teasing; then I went in to sit by Mother.  I loved hearing the men talk. It seemed more interesting than listening to talk about babies.

I liked to pick up the babies by holding my arms around their stomach and carrying them around.  Sometimes they were too heavy for me.  Sometimes they resisted being picked up that way.

One of Aunt Mabe’s boys stopped by his mom’s for a sip or two of milk. Since most babies did not get a chance to nurse that long, weaning was discussed. When Aunt Mabe said she was going to wean him he declared, “Yes, and I’ll wean you, too.”

We didn’t have a phone to alert Aunt Etta we were coming for a visit. She said Uncle Wes had gone fox hunting. He got a late start.  She said he had asked her to call him early and she had tried to get him up but had failed, she he was mad at her.

Malcolm later shot the wily old fox that always outsmarted their~3ogs. When the fox was treed the hounds barked at him while the hunters enjoyed their liabaions. They always left the fox for another time. They really were angry with Malcolm for killing him.

Uncle Wes always teased me by saying he would take me home with him. When Grace was a baby, Malcolm hid her under the bed. He did not want anyone to take-her.

I enjoyed spending the night with Etheline.  She and Herman were around my age. Most of the cousins near my age were boys and I enjoyed being around them. They were Hugh McKaig, Sherman, Woodrow & Herman. I could play ball, Skip to my Loo, play “Prisoner’s Base” with them, or sing and play games like Farmer in the Dell. I learned to be a good hind catcher, the last position chosen.

Going, to Uncle Bert’s was always an adventure. The boys made a canoe for their pond, rigged up a flying hoop from a tall tree, and pointed out interesting characteristics of their dead mule.  It was still excreting the next day, so they told me things don’t die all over at the same time.

One time Uncle Bert’s boys found Ledford’s unguarded hogs and goats. Animals knew their territory and seldom strayed. There were no fence laws. People branded the ears to keep others from thinking they were free for the taking.  I think it served to verify the health of the animals, too. Anyway the boys brought them to our place where the slopes were steeper to ride them.

Riding Ledford’s animals created a sense of danger and almost all of our escapades with the six brothers held a tinge of danger.

For one thing the goats and hogs wanted badly to run home and another thing the Ledford’s, had a car and might recognize their animals.

We didn’t know the Ledford’s but rumor had it that one had died from drinking. Mother never wanted us to spread rumors so she told us he had probably eaten too many hot peppers.  I still carefully watch my intake of hot peppers.

When Lola and I needed to go on to school we lived for a time with Aunt Metta McCauley.  For her kindness to us Dad gave part of his inherited land to Dr. Middleton to be used as a CCC camp near Sittons Gulch.

Later a road in 1934 was built connecting LaFayette to Trenton. Dad asked Uncle Shade Hale, Superintendent of Dade County Schools if we could have a bus from here to take us to high school. Uncle Shade J. Hale was married to Aunt Clara, Mother’s sister until she died.

Uncle Shade told Dad they would pay for a driver if Dad would map New Salem and find a bus and driver.

Dad asked Mr. Bob McKaig if he could rig up his truck for a bus. This Mr. Bob did. He made two rows of benches for the truck bed and enclosed the bus to keep out the cold weather. By the fall of 1935 the bus was ready. Grady drove it until Cecil got he permit to drive us to school.

With the new road outsiders began to see the beauty of Sittons Gulch. Previously it was mostly relatives and New Salem people who went on picnics and barbeques there.

The State of Georgia became interested in it to use as a park. Uncle Vol had inherited most of it. The State did not want to give him the price he asked so they condemned it and bought it for less money. Uncle Vol moved to Florida. The State called the park Cloudland Canyon State Park.

Uncle Vol had previously married another school teacher Miss Allie Hoffman. Dad performed the ceremony. Most of the Moore boys married school teachers or attractive newcomers to the community. The girls married itenerate ministers or cousins.

The Moores are a good combination of Northern and Southern blood. , In 1936 Dade County High School started honoring the outstanding student from the senior class.  For the first five years the honor went to a New Salem student, many of them with Moore blood in them.

It’s good to be a Moore from New Salem.

Mother and the Church ladies started the Plum Nelly Art Exhibits with Miss Mennen’s help to bring a bookmobile here and to make money for the church. Dad made cider. The ladies furnished ginger bread. This became the Mountain Festival.

Written by Mildred Moore Pringle, City, Arizona 85351

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  1. denny w. moore

    hi mildred,
    thank you for supplying the above information,especially about george washington echols and his son during the war.
    they did not fight for an indiana regiment,but for a ohio infantry unit that was formed in toledo,ohio.and the son you spoke of that was injured and healed by confederate medics was john arthur echols(1841-1870).he was shot at the battle of chicamauga.i read he lost the arm,but your story shed a little light on his injury.i had assumed he died as the result of his injury–many did in those days,and not immediately.sometimes it took weeks and even years for them to finally succumb.
    i am a echols descendant.GEORGE WASHINGTON ECHOLS was my g-g-g-g-grandfather and JOHN ARTHUR ECHOLS was my g-g-g-grandfather.
    i am also a direct descendant of many of the first families of dade county-BRADFORD,WARREN,BALDWIN,ECHOLS,as well as MOORE are all families whose blood flows through my veins.MOORE is my last name.every moore in rising fawn,new salem and lafayette i’m related to.would love to hear from you-and would love to hear any more stories you may have on the moore’s,echols’s,bradford’s and warren’s.would definitely welcome a photo trade.my email is wpjdescent@yahoo.com
    hope to hear from you as soon as possible.




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