My Maternal Grandparents

Grandparents

When God created Grandparents,

The world was truly blessed

With all the special joys,

That makes a family happiest.

For grandparents know how to do the

Little things that warm our hearts…

They touch our lives with love and care

Right from the very start.

They show that they believe in us

And all we’re dreaming of…

When God created grandparents,

He blessed our lives with love…

Author Unknown

From the program of the Rainbow Child Care Grandparents Day…Friday, November 17, 2017

Moses Arron Smith and Jane Boykins Smith are my Mother’s parents.

I did not know Grandma Jane; she died when I was two. According to several census records, Jane Boykin Smith was born between 1873 and 1880. She died on November 16, 1944; I turned two on December 14, 1942. She was somewhere between 64 & 72. Grandma Jane was born in Surry County, across the James River from the historical sites of Jamestown, Williamsburg, and Yorktown. Her parents are Maria Jones Boykins and Willis Boykins, Sr. She has three sisters, Ida Boykins Scott, Rosa Boykins Roane, and Elizabeth (Lizz) Boykins Turner. She has two brothers, Henry and Willis Jr. Boykins.

As a kid, I listened to my mother and cousin Esther talk about their mothers. Cousin Esther’s mom was Aunt Lizz.      Mom said she had to stand in front of or touch Grandma Jane so she could see her face. By doing that, she’d be able to read her lips. My mom and cousin Esther talked about Aunt Rose and Aunt Liz for Elizabeth. Grandma Jane married Poppa in Warwick County, Virginia, on February 1, 1900, when she was 18. Depending on where the information came from, the name can be spelled Boykins or Boykin. We spell it, Boykins.

Let me share my Grandpa Moses’s Story. I called him Poppa; I remember him well. As you will read, Poppa was an incredible man, especially for the times in which he lived. Moses Aaron Smith was born on July 5, 1867, on a former Plantation on Mulberry Island near Jamestown, VA, where his parents were enslaved. He died on December 10, 1956, 4 days before my 15th birthday. He lived to be 89. President Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation on January 1, 1863, as the nation approached its third year of bloody civil war. The proclamation declared “that all persons held as slaves” within the rebellious states “are, and henceforward shall be free.” On December 18, 1865, Secretary of State William Seward announced that the United States had constitutionally abolished slavery — the 13th Amendment was ratified, and Poppa was born free. 

Mulberry Island is a small peninsula located between the James and Warwick Rivers. Its name comes from the native Virginia mulberry tree (Morus rubra) that once grew in abundance. Here, the course of American history changed. In June of 1610, when the starving colonists abandoned Jamestown, it was at Mulberry Island that they met Lord De La Warr’s longboats. Receiving news of the arrival of supplies and reinforcements, they returned to Jamestown and saved the Virginia Colony.

Probably inhabited in the first decade of English colonization, the “island” suffered severe losses in the Indian massacre of 1622, and its few survivors returned to Jamestown. By 1624, however, there were 30 residents in the area.

Early experiments with silk culture were unsuccessful, but the land proved ideal for planting John Rolfe’s sweet-scented tobacco. Rolfe, Secretary and Recorder General of the Virginia Colony when he married Pocahontas in 1614, was a joint owner of 1.700 acres on the island.

Mulberry Island, located in early governmental districts, did not become a part of Warwick until 1634. No records exist for these earliest districts or the ancient Mulberry Island Parish. Only fragments of Warwick County’s records survived the Civil War. Early land grant records in the Library of Virginia first mention Mulberry Island in 1614. These documents give owners names, dates, and locations, often naming neighbors and relatives.

At the turn of the 20th century, Mulberry Island was still predominantly farmland and pasture. Its African-American community had grown considerably due to the Bureau of Refugees’ resettlement programs. By 1918, African-American families owned at least 61 parcels on Mulberry Island, compared to the 42 parcels held by white families. However, more parcels did not necessarily mean more land or property value. Though whites owned fewer parcels, each parcel averaged 97.95 acres compared to the typical African-American landholding of 22.31 acres (Fesler 1993).

While working on the Curtis farm, Poppa courted and married Dolly Jones, daughter of Cue Jones, around 1893, and they had two children. Moses and Dolly had their first child, a daughter they named Eliza, after Dollie’s mother, Eliza Jones. She died from pneumonia as an infant in 1893. Clarence Spencer Smith was born on December 22, 1895. Around 1898, Dolly and Moses had a brief separation, and young Clarence went to live with his grandmother, Eliza Jones. After about a year and a half, Dolly was returning to Mulberry Island when the boat she was traveling in capsized in the York River. Dolly drowned, young Clarence was four years old, and he lived with his grandmother until he was about 11 or 12.

A few years later, Poppa married my Grandma Jane Boykins in Lee Hall, Virginia, on February 1, 1900. They had four daughters, Mary, Cuttie, Elnora, and Lucille, my Mother, and five sons, Moses Jr., Samuel, John, Alexander, and Joseph. On November 16, 1944, Grandma Jane died in Lee Hall, VA. I turned two on December 14 that year.

Poppa was a hard-working farmer who worked as a handyman on his parents’ former enslaver’s farm, as did his parents. He earned little money throughout his lifetime, yet he had a genuine character, a solid work ethic, and a deep devotion to his family. Poppa did not have a formal education and learned to read independently. He proved trustworthy, honest, and dependable in all his endeavors.

At the turn of the century in 1900, life was reasonably good for the Black families on Mulberry Island. They were farming, living independently, and raising their children in a loving and peaceful environment. They had their church, Colossian Baptist, where Poppa was one of the founders. They also had a primary school, productive farms, and fruit orchards.

On March 19, 1918, the federal government purchased Mulberry Island for $538,000, averaging about $65 per acre.  The military occupation happened so fast that the residents had little time to evacuate. Families were given just 30 days to move whatever they could, including any burials on their property. At least nine family graveyards were known to exist at the time of the island’s purchase, and many of these were not relocated but lost or destroyed during the camp’s construction (FEHAA 1993). Families were cast out quickly, dissolving and dispersing Mulberry Island’s pre-military community. Some left behind deceased loved ones in their tombs, and all had to abandon the Tidewater dwellings where they had made their homes. After their departure, many of these homes became artillery targets (Fesler 1993). Such were the casualties of the military occupation, which rapidly evolved into a bustling training facility. Some residents moved to the Jefferson Park area going south in Warwick County. Some went to Denbigh and York County.

To vote, a Black man had to be a soldier’s son, have a first-year high school education, or have $500 worth of property. Poppa qualified to vote because he owned property valued at over $500. He paid a poll tax and voted in every election.

 The Treasure

All the above is written and said about my Poppa. But I was old enough to remember him, and here is what I know.

Poppa bought 27 acres of land on the Endview plantation and moved the family from Mulberry Island to Lee Hall in Warwick County, where he farmed and raised his family. There was much debate about whether his property was in Yorktown or Warwick County.

When we were young kids, Poppa told us that he had a dream about a treasure box buried on his property. In his dream, he could see the exact location of the buried Treasure, but he was warned not to tell anyone about it. His life’s goal was to find and unearth that hidden Treasure that could help his family. During the Civil War, plantation owners often banded together to bury their family’s valuables, such as jewelry, coins, silver, and other precious items, in a large chest or iron strongbox. They did this to prevent the Union armies from seizing their treasures and using them to fund their cause. This practice was common in eastern Virginia, where many plantations existed. When Poppa bought the property in 1918, the deed stated that it was part of the Endview plantation.

Poppa dug and dug for this Treasure for several years. During this time, he worked at Fort Eustis during World War II, first as a janitor for the civilian women’s dormitories, then as a Stewart in the Bachelor officers’ quarters. He then worked as a Houseman for Carter’s Grove Plantation. Carter’s Grove is a 750-acre plantation located on the north shore of the James River in the Grove Community of southeastern James City County. His last employment was as a Sexton at Grace Episcopal Church in Yorktown. He thrilled tourists with his stories of Mulberry Island and Yorktown, as you can see in the newspaper article “Sexton of Grace Church Famous for Stories from Yorktown Sector,” where he tells the history of the church and Mulberry Island.

In late 1946, after much digging, he found something! He could not dig it up by himself, being a man in his late 70s. Yet he was still strong and determined; with a pick and a shovel, he dug a hole 14 feet wide and 14 feet deep. He couldn’t get the chest up alone, so he enlisted the help of the Curtis family of Lee Hall. The Curtis had a steam shovel and a truck with dual tires where they could go into the woods and work in the treasure hole site. But unfortunately, the very people Moses had asked for help confiscated the chest. They sent him to the house to get a larger tool, and when he returned, they were gone, and so was the chest.  All his sons except Clarence had moved out of state by this time, and Clarence lived in Newport News.

He went to the Warrick County courthouse to inquire about the chest but was sent home empty-handed. Sheriff Brickford Curtis told him that nothing had been turned in, and if it had, the government would take 90% tax. This discovery created quite a stir. There is a newspaper report of the incident.

There was an investigation, and neighbors were interviewed about seeing a truck with a large box on it that day and time. He tried to get it back. Only thing nothing ever came of it. The reports in the newspaper drew large crowds of people to see the treasure hole filled with green water. Poppa often took us to see the spot when we visited. That was all Poppa talked about for the rest of his life. He couldn’t believe that they had taken the Treasure from him. He knew these people. The people who took the Treasure soon after came into a lot of money and built a large house called the Mansion in Lee Hall. I have Newspaper articles and a copy of what appears to be a formal investigation of the disappearance of the Treasure.

 My research has unveiled the following:

I remember going up home (that’s what we called it); we probably stayed with Aunt Mamie, but we spent the day with Poppa. He would let us do whatever we wanted. We would go into the garden and pull up vegetables that we liked, and one time we were there, I think it was Christine and me; someone was living downstairs in the house Poppa lived upstairs. We went into the house and opened all the food and stuff in the refrigerator, the flour and sugar. When the lady came home, she told Poppa someone had been in her house. He told her that it was probably the boy who lived down the road. He would cook, and we wanted to eat what he cooked, but Aunt Mamie would not let us. We could not go upstairs, so we told him to throw the food out the window. I remember wanting to eat some of his chicken feet soup, and he always had some fried fish head.

When we first moved to Newsome Park, he would take the bus to visit us. When he arrived, all the units looked the same, and he did not remember the number. He would walk down the street calling out Momma’s name, Lucille. Lucille. We thought that was so funny. He always carried this suitcase he called his satchel. He would come and sometimes spend the weekend. Momma was always happy when Poppa came for a visit. I can remember one time going to hear him preach…. I can’t remember the service or where it was. Poppa was a licensed Minister; from what I have heard about him, he preached all over Warwick County. He was one of the founding members of the Colossian Baptist Church in Newport News.

I have uncovered some newspaper articles that you will see below. One states the Treasure was found after the investigation and returned. Also, Poppa was waiting for his sons to come home to open it. I have not been able to get all the facts on this article. I know for sure that he did not get the Treasure back. The Treasure has been a topic in my family for as long as I can remember. I have talked to several uncles about the Treasure, and no one has ever said anything about him getting the Treasure back. I know he did not because he told me he did not, so where is the information in the articles coming from? That is a QUESTION I may have to leave you, my Children, Grandchildren, and Great-grandchildren, to figure out. It is a mystery…..

 This article ran in the newspaper about his time as a Sexton at Grace Episcopal Church in Yorktown.

Where he thrilled tourists with his stories of Mulberry Island and Yorktown, I called the Grace Episcopal Church and spoke to the administrative assistant. She sent me copies of Poppa’s pay from when he worked there.

“Sexton of Grace Church Famous for Stories from Yorktown Sector”

“Yorktown, August 4, 1946, Moses Smith removed a large wad of chewing gum from his mouth and pressed it against the back of the sign listing the hour of services at Grace Episcopal Church and began to tell a group of tourists something of the life and history of this York Hampton Parish Church.

Moses makes an exciting story about the church built in 1697 from Marl gathered from the banks of the ever-blue York River below the Hill. He tells visitors the Bell was cast in London in 1725. He explained the Bell cracked when it fell in the fire of 1814 and was recast after it was found in a Philadelphia junkyard in 1882.

Moses showed his guest a picture of the communion silver made in London in 1649 and later sent to the York church by Queen Anne. He will pridefully add that it is the oldest communion silver in constant use in America today. With a solemnity tone, he points out that the Queen herself commanded an English Bishop to come to this church in Virginia to administer the sacrament! He reflects something of the former glory of historic Yorktown when he relates that the first confirmation service in Virginia was held in this church in 1791.

For the average Yorktown citizen, the Marcel with which the church is built results from years of shell deposits left as the river receded into its present bed. Moses will tell you, however, that it is a petrified formation of flesh and bones of animals and beasts that were left from an Aleutian World. He explained this has been long ago “when the world was destroyed-may be in the flood that Noah rode out on the Ark.”

Grace Churchyard holds many graves, some of them unmarked. General Thomas Nelson, the greatest dignitary, was buried there, a signer of the Declaration of Independence. After calling attention to his tomb, Moses invariably points to the Nelson House, the chimneys of which can be seen through the trees surrounding the neatly trimmed graveyard, and shows the visitors the house General Nelson’s father built for him as a graduation gift.

Moses Smith is always ready to talk, and the story he tells of himself is as interesting as the one of the church. He was born on Mulberry Island 79 years ago. His parents had been enslaved but are now employed by Humphrey Howard. Born just two years after the war between the states (Civil War), he says he can remember when the breastworks at Yorktown looked like a fresh grave – “the grass hadn’t grown back on them real good, and there warn’t a single tree standing by them.” He also remembers hearing stories about the War of 1812. He recalled his maternal grandmother, who lived to be 105 years old, telling him about the great fires she saw as a girl of 10 when at White Sulfur Springs with the Hampton. (I think this should be Howard.)

Mulberry Island has long since been taken over by the government and is known as Fort Eustis.

After the outbreak of World War One, he went back to Fort Eustis as a janitor in the civilian women’s dormitory. He related that the Hostess for the dormitories was very good to him. He had many pleasant memories of his work with these war workers. All the girls he reflected sent him invitations to their Weddings as they occurred, and though he thought it best not to go, he did send all of them a wedding present when they were married.

When the government cut off appropriations for the janitors, the girls took it upon themselves to pay his salary so that he could care for their quarters. The number was finally so significantly reduced that they could not continue this arrangement, and he went to work for the Bachelor officers.

For seven years, Moses was employed at the Bachelor officers’ quarters. He made many friends with those offices during his employment and had many presents from them to show their appreciation for the favors he gave them. Apparently, most of these gentlemen thought Moses preferred canes because he had about 25 they had given him as their departing gifts. He said that if he could have kept the moths from eating the clothing they gave him, he would have had enough to last a lifetime.

Leaving Fort Eustis, he was employed at Carter’s Grove as a houseman. He was so incredibly impressed with this beautiful River mansion that he wrote a poem about it. He added that he had written numerous poems, but they were all burned when his house was destroyed by fire some years ago. The fire destroyed his collection of photographs given to him by white friends at Fort Eustis and the church during the last 15 years.

Only 8 of his twelve children are still living; three of his sons served with the Navy during the war. These were Samuel Aaron, John Henry, and Alexander Smith. Alexander has reenlisted and is now stationed in Boston.

Even though Moses is a preacher, he will admit to the frailties of man. Once, a prominent Lee Hall family employed him. He accidentally stepped on a chicken’s head while stepping out of the barn. He was a young man fond of chicken, so he gave the foul to his little son to cook for him. That chicken tasted so good that the other two met a similar fate. However, his employer decided to end the manner and let him know in a very subtle way that she knew where her chickens were going and who was committing a wrong. That lady was a fortune teller, too! Moses adds The Lord knows I gotta die and answer for everything, but that’s the onliest time I ever stole a thing in my life.

According to his listeners, Moses was a great preacher, ranking with the top of the Negro licensed preachers in Tidewater, Virginia. Even though he hasn’t been ordained, he is classed among the Negro people of the highest knot. That is easy to believe. If he is as successful in holding the attention of his congregation at a preaching service as he is with those who talked to him and listened to his story of Grace Church, then I am sure he is of the top license of the cloth.” End of article.

News Paper articles on Treasure Chest

PAGE MR. BLACKBEARD! Treasure Warwick Yorktown, September 17.

Moses Smith, aged Negro Sexton of Grace Episcopal Church, has hit the Jackpot again! Communing with obliging spirits for a few days, Moses was instructed to dig in his own yard, on the edge of Lackey, if he wished to uncover a buried treasure of considerable worth. Moses dug.

After pick-and-shoveling to a depth of 14 feet, he uncovered the top of an iron chest. By that time, his 70-year-old muscles rebelled, and he was unable to heave the box up out of the hole. Besides, the dirt had caved in on top, and much more digging was necessary. Although his strength had given out, not his determination. Saturday afternoon, reinforced with a steam shovel gang, Moses dug again.

This time, after a preliminary nibble or two, the hefty teeth of the shovel bit the earth in earnest and, in a short time, uncovered to the excited view of a goodly number of York and Warwick County side-walk superintendents, an antique looking Iron chest of respectable size and weight. For the latter, even the steam shovel was inadequate, and on the first lift, the cable gave way, leaving the chest still at the bottom of the hole and the onlookers considerably deflated.

A second try was successful. Onlookers report that the chest, undoubtedly of considerable age, was taken under police guard to Warwick County courthouse at Denbigh for opening, the spot in which it was unearthed being a short distance across the York County line in Warwick County.

Taylor, an old-time York County Negro resident, has been quoted as saying that the late Thomas Curtis had told him years ago of a chest of family gold and silver buried on their property during the Civil War, but unfortunately, Taylor says, Mr. Curtis did not designate the exact location in which it would be found.

Moses Smith, subject some weeks ago of a featured article in the Daily Press, said at that time that his father and mother had been slaves of the Curtis family and that for many years, he had been employed by different members of that family in various capacities.

Questioned tonight, Warwick County officials admitted hearing about the chest but did not know where it was being held. Considerable comment has been made on ownership of its contents, if any, the most pessimistic legal viewpoint being that the finder of a million dollars is subject to a 90 percent income tax item. Newport News, Virginia Daily Press, 9/18/1946 Page 1& Page 11

SEVEN COME ELEVEN Moses Relates How He Located Chest Yorktown

Moses Smith, aged Negro sexton, who Saturday afternoon ended an 11-year search for buried Treasure and, with the help of a steam shovel owned by a Richmond excavating contractor, turned up an iron chest, today confirmed the story of Its finding and gave a Daily Press reporter the details of his treasure hunt. At work In the churchyard of Grace church, at his usual hour of 7:30, Moses leaned against his lawn-mower and chuckled, “I reckon I told a hundred lies about that money already. White folks don’t believe much In spirits,” he said, and then went on with such a straightforward explanation of his search that his listeners were convinced of his own sincere belief In the source of his information. “Spirits,” says Moses, showed him in dreams that Treasure was buried between two oak trees on his farm.

Before World War I. Moses excavated on the farm, which he then owned on Mulberry Island, now Fort Eustis, but at that time, he found, later buying land on the edge of Lackey, he found on his property two oak trees resembling those he had seen in his dream. Convinced that gold was buried there, he began digging, assisted by neighbors who confirmed his story today. That time, the edge of an Iron chest was uncovered. Although 11 years ago, Moses today gave a graphic description of the labor involved at that time.

The chest, he said, when uncovered, was buried in a deep bed of sand. Around and above it, gravel and oyster shells had been packed to a depth of two feet, and above that, flat stones held In place by a layer of pitch made a solid floor. The pitch, he said, had hardened, and it was no small job of work to break It open with pickaxes. Above the stone floor, the earth had been filled into the level of the surrounding ground. When the chest was seen at that time, an underground stream of water filled up the excavation as fast as it was made, and a force pump was borrowed from Jack Dozier of Lee Hall. Although several men worked at the job, said Moses, they were unable to keep the water down far enough to get hold of the box, the sand underneath undermined by the force of the stream, the chest up-ended and slipped out of sight under the water, and a ledge of rock nearby. “Money,” said Moses at this point, “has got a way of moving around underground. You think you got it, and the first thing you know, it’s gone.”

Unable to remove the chest.

Moses then consulted a spiritualist medium who advised him to wait seven years and try again. Moses waited, which brings the story down to 1941 when he was employed at Fort Eustis and solicited the help of officers stationed there. These officers advised him to wait until the war was over to resume the project. Recently, Moses again approached Fort Eustis personnel with his story and was told that neither the government nor the army could use the equipment for such a purpose. He was advised to consult Warwick County officials. This he did, Moses said, and after considerable delay, a Warwick County official made arrangements with the Richmond firm operating the steam shovel in search of the elusive treasure chest. A contract was drawn up, giving Moses and two members of the firm a cut in whatever “loot” was found. When questioned about the size of the chest, removed Saturday, Moses gave estimated dimensions of about two feet in width by about five feet long. He confirmed. September 18, 1946

Minister Will Sue To Gain “Treasure Chest”

Claiming that the “treasure chest” fund lately near Lackey in Warwick County is the property of himself and other heirs of the late Thomas Wells, Rev. L. Louis Taylor, Negro, of Lackey, told the Daily Press in a letter yesterday that he intended to sue all parties concerned so that he and the other heirs could recover the property. He also announced that he had asked the U.S. Treasury to withhold payment of the money in the chest until the suit was decided. The “treasure chest,” whose discovery was revealed Wednesday, has been a subject of continued interest the past several days throughout the entire Peninsula. In his letter to the Daily Press, Rev. Taylor said, in full: “I wish to call your attention to an article in your publication of September 18, 1946, under the caption Blackbeard’ and a Treasure. “I was quoted as saying the sentences immediately following mentioning my name.

“The facts are these: Concerning the treasure chest found by Moses Smith, a Negro of Warwick County. “The authorities of Warwick County and York County are confused over the exact line between the two counties in this vicinity where the money was found. “I am the oldest living resident of this neighborhood known as “The treasure chest was excavated from the Thomas Wells land in York County. I Informed the York County authorities. It was not found in Warwick County, and neither it nor the land is the property of Moses Smith.

“Thomas Wells was a rich white man who lived in the same spot where Moses Smith now lives and pays his taxes in York County. All the Wells heirs died before Thomas Wells, the original owner. “This white man, Thomas Wells, lived many years after the Civil War but was paralyzed and was taken care of by Armistead Taylor senior and his immediate family of 20 children who pushed Thomas Wells about in an invalid’s chair until his death about 70 years ago. “On his death bed, he told us that his money was burled on his estate but that he was too weak to show us the exact spot, but for us to hold the land for pay for our service, and we buried Thomas Wells not very far from the location where the treasure chest has been found. “We claim the land and the money and will therefore bring a suit against all parties concerned in extracting it from this property and carrying it off. “The Curtis estate from which Moses Smith bought his land doesn’t extend into York County, but instead, he is trying to hold land in York County under a Warwick County deed from the late Thomas Shields, who inherited land from his mother’s interest in the Curtis estate. “I am notifying the U.S. treasury department today to withhold payment until the Armistead Taylor heirs have settled the land question vs. Moses Smith and others. “Thanking you for publication of this explanation, I am, “Very respectfully yours, “Rev. L. Louis Taylor, prophet-advocate, “Prophetic Sanhedrin. “Voters League of Virginia, “President and Founder, “Yorktown University, “Lackey, Va.”.

TO OPEN “TREASURE CHEST” WHEN 4 SONS ARRIVE HOME Yorktown, September 20.

Opening of the treasure chest uncovered this week near Lackey will await the arrival of his four sons, Moses Smith said today. The chest, which Is now in the custody of government officials in a nearby city, will be opened as soon as Moses Samuel and John Henry Smith arrive in Yorktown. One son, Alexander, who received a 16-day furlough from the Navy for the event, is already at home, and his three brothers are en route from Baltimore and Chicago.

In the meantime, a constant stream of visitors Inquire at the Smith home for a glimpse of the Treasure, and crowds of persons stop to look down the deep excavation from which it was removed and which is now rapidly filling with water. Interest in Moses’ search, which Yorktown and Lackey’s people remember as continuing for many years past, remains unabated, and hope that the chest may contain something of value for him is heard on all sides.

MOSES in THE BUSHES

Gets Advice on What to Do With Chest Yorktown

Moses Smith is not worried about his treasure chest. He knows where it is and knows also that it was found on land which is legally his, he said today.

Asked about the present whereabouts of the chest, Moses declared that it was not now in the custody of Warwick County officials. He was perfectly willing for anyone to know where it is, he said but had been advised by his lawyer to say no more than necessary about that until it has been opened.

The opening may be quite a job, he says because the iron of which it is made has rusted badly. When seen 11 years ago, the surface was smooth, he said, but when it slipped out of sight at that time, it became submerged in sinking sand and water, and when located last week, was much deeper underground than the first time he reached it. It is understood from information obtained from a Warwick county officer who asked that his name be withheld that the chest is in government custody in a nearby city and has not yet been opened. “Everybody wants to know where that chest is,” Moses said today.

“Everybody comes to see me about It. All the Smiths in the County have been to see me. I reckon there were more than 40 Smiths at my house yesterday.” Moses’ white friends show up, too, and he has been showered with good advice about his legal rights to the Treasure and how to hold on to it. Lots of people, he commented, have been interested to know if it actually was found inside his legal boundaries, and he insists that it was. When he bought his farm, he had It surveyed, he said, and the plat drawn up at that time proves without doubt that the land from which it was taken is inside his farm and in Warwick County.

“I know where the chest is now,” he said, “and it’s supposed to stay there until it’s opened, or as long as I’m satisfied to have it there. And I’m satisfied. I’ve got every dependence on my government. Note: This is the last article I could find on the Treasure. Did he get it back?? So much more to uncover. Martha Jane

Newspaper articles, in general

Officers Recover Silverware Loot Silverware valued at $200, which was stolen several days ago from a residence near Lee Hall, was recovered yesterday in York County, where it had been sold, Warwick County Sheriff R. Bickford Curtis reported. Sheriff Curtis said the silverware was stolen from the home of Moses Smith, Negro, on Taliaferro Road. The sheriff indicated that an arrest in connection with the theft is expected soon. He and Deputy Sheriff Harry Riley recovered the loot yesterday afternoon. Daily Press December 8, 1949

Feathered Trail Conducts Yoder To Hen Thieves Culprit Get Nine Months On Guilty Plea; Others Draw 10-Day Sentences.

Birds of a feather flock together, saith the adage, and some feathers led Warwick County police yesterday to the birds and to a belief that they have nipped in the bud an epidemic of chicken thefts. As a result, James Johnson, colored, pleaded guilty in the court of Trial Justice Conway H. Shield Jr. of having stolen the chickens. He received a sentence of nine months in jail.

James Saunders, Bert Wilson, and Julia, all colored, were given 10 days in jail for receiving stolen goods. Moses Smith, who lives in the upper end of the County near the York line, informed Officer Mewn J. Yoder yesterday morning that eight of his hens had been stolen, the lock on the chicken house door being broken. Mr. Yoder, Investigating, noticed a feather or two here and there is a definite streak leading away from the farmhouse. He followed the trail. It led him, he said, about a mile to a small house. In this house was the group mentioned. Some chickens, apparently some of Smith’s, had been dressed and were in the skillet; others had been prepared for cooking. The entire party was arrested.

Mr. Yoder said a considerable number of chicken thefts, mostly one or two fowls at a time, has occurred in upper Warwick County recently. With the arrest of the group yesterday, he expressed the opinion that the culprits had been found… Daily Press November 27, 1935

To Strike 350 Names From Nelson District Voting Lists Yorktown

The registration books of Courthouse Precinct, Dil Nelson District, are being purged as of October 2 by the direction of the York County Electoral Board. Lists of names to be removed from the book were posted today at the Post office and at the courthouse. These lists will remain posted through Saturday, October 2, the regular date of registration. During this time or on the regular date of registration, persons who feel that their names have been improperly placed on the list should contact the registrar. The registrar for Nelson District is Virginia Nelsen, Yorktown. Miss Nelsen was recently appointed by the electoral board to succeed Mrs. Samuel DeNeufville, who was the registrar in Nelson for 24 years.

The lists which have been posted contain the names of 340 persons. Of these, 150 are the names of persons who have moved from the district; 83 have died, and 107 have been transferred to other precincts. The oldest active registrant listed on the books of Nelson District is Moses Smith Negro, of Lackey.

Smith, now 87, was born on July 5. 1867, and registered to vote at the age of 56. The permanent registration roll of Nelson District (those who registered to vote prior to 1904) contains the name of one active registrant, J. S. DeNeufville of Yorktown, who was registered in September 1902.

The oldest registration on the books is that of D. D. Hubbard, who was registered in August 1901. There are seventeen names on the permanent list. The occupations of the permanent registrants indicate the changes that have taken place in Nelson District in the last 50 years. Five of them were farmers. Two were merchants, two “medical doctors,” two lawyers, one a “boatsman,” one a fisherman, one an oyster dealer, one an oyster planter, one an oysterman, and one a blacksmith. The name of the registrant with the earliest birth date does not appear on the permanent registration roll. He was the late George D. Chenoweth, a civil engineer who was born in 1849 but did not register to vote until he was 75 years old. After the regular date of registration, all of the names remaining on the Nelson District list will be copied into a new set of registration books. Daily Press September 24, 1954

75 YEARS OLD BUT CUTS SECOND WISDOM TOOTH

Moses Smith, Warwick County Negro, is 75 years old but is cutting another wisdom tooth. He had a wisdom tooth pulled ten years ago and says that he Is teething again and that, so far as he is concerned, it is worse this time than it was in his Infancy. Smith was born and reared In Warwick County…Daily Press August 12, 1943, Just a note: How did he get them to put this in the newspaper?

 87-Year-Old York Citizen To Be Honored At Service Yorktown, November 6

A service of appreciation will be held Sunday afternoon at the Prayer House on Tolliver Road for Moses Smith, a Negro, now 87, one of the oldest registrants and citizens of York County. Moses was born on Mulberry Island on July 5, 1867, three years after the Civil War. He remembers the days of carnages, buggies, and oxen to work the farms. Moses was a tenant farmer for 15 years until he could buy his own land.

He first registered to vote at the Township House in Warwick County at the age of 21. At this time, he recalls, the franchise was given only to those members of his race who were the sons of soldiers, who had a first-year high school education, or who owned $500 worth of property. He was one of the few who qualified to register since he owned the required amount of property. Moses’s mother lived with a member of the Curtis family of Lee Hall. His granddaughter works now for a member of the same family, their friendship having continued through the years.

Moses also worked at the dormitories and bachelor’s quarters at Fort Eustis during World War I for 14 years. He was a janitor of the Grace Episcopal Church in Yorktown. He is a licensed minister and has done missionary work among all the Negro churches of the County. He has eight children; he was married twice, first to Dollie Jones and then to Jane Boykins, both of whom are now dead. He has five sons, Alexander, Clarence, Moses, Samuel, and John, and three daughters, Mrs. Mary Mason, Mrs. Lucille Vernon, and Miss Cuttie Smith.

He has 26 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren. Though lacking in formal schooling, Moses speaks well and with an authentic Virginia accent, which now is heard too seldom. He writes in a style that is not only legible but pleasing as to the formation of letters.

Moses has written many poems, both in commemoration of important events and in tribute to prominent people who are his friends. Moses Smith was 56 years old when he registered to vote in York County, transferring from Warwick, but he had not moved his actual residence. He was living in the same house, but a survey made, he says, following a dispute about the “treasure chest,” which he discovered several years ago, placed his property in York County.

Moses “dreamed” the location of the chest, a thing which is entirely possible since knowledge buried in the subconscious mind often emerges in the brief period between sleeping and waking. Moses recalls as a child hearing his elders talk of a “chest” it took four men to lift.” Many families during the period of the Civil War buried their valuable papers or silver, and it is possible that he heard the spot of the chest burial mentioned long ago.

UNCOVERS BOX

At any rate, he awoke one morning knowing where to dig, and after going deeply into the ground at this spot, he uncovered, according to his statement, one end of a large box. There was a great deal of water in the hole, and the project was too tricky for Moses alone. But, he says, he was advised to tell no one as to what time a derrick and steam truck would lift the box, and he “kept the secret” from his family and friends. So when the rope attached to the box broke, as he says, and he was sent to get a saw to cut the limb it was tied to, he had no witnesses to support his statement that the chest disappeared in his absence.

Though six people stated that they saw the chest when it was first unearthed, and though the presence of a “small, dark, pick-up truck parked in the bushes” was attested to by Robert Tolliver, Anne Wilson, and Hicks Carter, neighbors, no trace of it was subsequently found. Though Moses was assisted in the investigation concerning his chest by representatives of the Governor’s office, the Daily Press, and Warwick officials, all efforts were unavailing. Following the investigation, efforts to trace the chest were abandoned. The appreciation service, which will begin at 2:30 p.m., will honor his contributions to the life of the community.

These include church work and active participation in civic groups such as the Voters League, the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the Red Cross, the Community Chest, and the Tidewater Association for Welfare Work. The Rev. F. A. Rylander, pastor of the Rising Sun Baptist Church, Newport News, will be the principal speaker and will have as his topic “Moses Smith’s Services to His Community.” The Rev. James Parmer and the Rev. Joseph T. Holmes are guest ministers. The Rising Sun Prayer Band and the Denbigh Prayer Band will furnish music. Daily Press 11/7/1954

Moses Smith Died at 89; he was a Pastor in Yorktown.

Moses Smith, a Negro, native of the Peninsula and a former minister, died Monday night at Mary Immaculate Hospital, Newport News, following a long illness. He was 89. Several years ago, his home, then located in Warwick, was the scene of much speculation regarding his reported uncovering of a buried treasure, which he vowed disappeared during the unearthing project. A widespread investigation regarding the buried Treasure followed, but no trace of the treasure “box” was ever uncovered. Smith became a York County resident by virtue of boundary line shifts at the time Warwick County was chartered as a city. He is survived by five sons, Alexander, stationed with the U. S. Navy, Clarence of Lee Hall,  Samuel and John of Baltimore, and Moses Jr.; three daughters, Mrs. Mary Mason (Alex) of Lee Hall, Mrs. Lucille Vernon (Edward) of Newport News and Miss Cuttie Smith of Petersburg; 28 grandchildren and 38 great-grandchildren. He was a licensed minister and had done much missionary work among Peninsula Negro congregations. For more than 20 years, he was employed as a janitor at Grace Episcopal Church here. He was associated with the work of the Negro Voter’s League in Yorktown, the Red Cross, the Community Chest, the Tidewater Association for Welfare Work, and the local unit of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. Smith was born on Mulberry Island on what is now Fort Eustis in 1867. Funeral services will be held Sunday afternoon at 2 in the Colossian Baptist Church in Denbigh, with burial in the church cemetery. Rev. Rylander, pastor of Rising Sun Baptist Church, will officiate at the service.

Poppa was honored for his contributions to the community’s life at the Prayer House on Tolliver Rd when he was 87. These include Church work and active participation in civic groups such as the Voters League, the NAACP, The Red Cross, and the Community Chest and Tidewater Association for Welfare Work.

He had some remarkable qualities and was looked up to and respected throughout the area. He did have a unique way of using his gifts to change future generations. His influence on me was how he treated everyone, regardless of position. He loved learning and his enthusiasm for life, pursuing life with passion and excellence, whether gardening, preaching, or digging for the Treasure Chest. He was a man of vision, progress, and a great friend; he never met a stranger. Poppa was known from one end of the Peninsula to the other. What he lacked in education, he made up for in mother wit. His love for God, his people, and his family made him a giant among men. Today, his descendants number in the thousands.

I have this inner passion for uncovering the story and being detailed about everything. As much as Poppa was in the newspaper, I believe this desire to finish the job is something that he had and passed down to me.

In December 1956, he was laid to rest beside his wife, Jane, at Colossian Baptist Church Cemetery in Newport News, VA.

614 – 42nd Street

Some history I found on the First Baptist Church Jefferson Park website explains how my mother’s people migrated from Mulberry Island to Jefferson Park.

The late Deacon William and Mrs. Lucy Wooten’s inspirational leadership contributed to the organization of The First Baptist Church Jefferson Park in 1918 under the Holy Spirit’s guidance. After being displaced from their homes by the United States Government, Deacon and Mrs. Wooten and a small group of others came to Jefferson Park from Mulberry Island (now Fort Eustis) in 1918.

Remember, Poppa (Grandpa Moses) was born and lived with his parents on Mulberry Island.

When the government took the island to establish Fort Eustis, about 1,000 people lived on the island, they were primarily black. In relocating, they scattered in many directions. Some went to Yorktown and Warwick County. Others went to the Colony area, and some to Jefferson Park. Information from a document written in Mrs. Wooten’s handwriting in 1918 tells the story of the move from Mulberry Island to Jefferson Park. She and her husband, Deacon Wooten, and Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Harris were the first to move into Jefferson Park from the island. They came to the Park mainly because of Mrs. Ethel Ashe’s efforts, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Harris. Mrs. Ashe was a former resident of Mulberry Island. But then, she lived in Newport News because her husband, the late Trustee William Ashe, was in the Army and stationed at Camp Steward. Upon hearing the bad news concerning her parents’ plight and the others who had to leave Mulberry Island, Mrs. Ashe began looking for a place for them to live. Fortunately for her, one day, while shopping, she overheard a conversation about Jefferson Park, where land was available for black people to buy. Immediately, she went to the island and told her parents and others the good news. Negotiations began to purchase the land, and the move to Jefferson Park soon began.

The Islanders were frustrated over having to leave Mulberry Island for many reasons. They had to start their lives all over, leaving their homes, families, and churches. Most Islanders who came to Jefferson Park were members of the Colossian Baptist Church on the island. Like any undeveloped area, Jefferson Park had no modern conveniences, public schools, mail delivery, or church. The people were stouthearted and determined to make the Park livable. They worked hard, cleared the land, and did everything they needed to make it their home and a proud place to live. However, they were unsatisfied with their striving to clear the land. They wanted a Church.    Not having a Church to worship was the greatest frustration for them. The people missed the singing, the praying, the preaching, and the fellowship they had enjoyed in the Colossian Baptist Church. However, God had not forgotten them, and His plan was already in action though they did not know it.

The first place of worship was a very crude building. According to some members, the building resembled a woodshed more than a Church. Deacon Wooten built the church; he and other men also made the pews, the pulpit, and the communion table. Kerosene lamps attached to the bare walls furnished the faint glimmer of light for the night services. There was no piano, organ, or formal choir. Someone usually led the songs they sang in the group. The leader would start by saying a few words of a song, such as Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound…and the people would answer back with the same words in the song. Today, this type of service is challenging to visualize and, for some, difficult to appreciate.

The pioneers of our church, regardless of the circumstance or the building’s plainness, were faithful to God. Sincere in their commitment and genuine in their worship. As more people moved into the Park, the church continued to grow. In the people’s efforts to save souls, they often gathered at the little church and then walked through the Park from house to house, singing songs of praise. Whenever they came to a place where an unsaved person lived, they sang and prayed tirelessly, hoping to persuade the person to come out and “be saved.”  Many people did come to know the Lord through these soul-saving campaigns. The Church baptism services were in the James River, just off Lincoln Park in lower Newport News. Today, we can be thankful for the zeal exhibited by the early pioneers.

As you can see from the church’s history, the people who moved from Mulberry Island were related. Esther and my Mother are first cousins, so Esther’s mother and my Grandma Jane, these two sisters, Jane and Elizabeth (Liz), went in different directions when they moved from Mulberry Island. Grandma Jane and Poppa moved to Yorktown, while her sister Elizabeth moved to Jefferson Park.

Years later, my parents purchased two lots to build a house across the street from the church you read about at the beginning of this chapter. My parents moved from Newsome Park to Jefferson Park. Jefferson Park had the same makeup as Newsome Park; the only difference was that they owned their homes. Our cousin Esther’s house was next door to the church. 621-42 St. After her death, her nephew, Cepheus Boykins, sold her house to the church. Esther did not have children, so Cousin Cepheus was her next of kin. It is now part of the parking lot for First Baptist Jefferson Park.

So, this is information that brings my family to Jefferson Park. My parents have moved here from Newsome Park. And by now, our family has five girls, all about 18 months apart. The idea was to build and live in a small house while Daddy built the larger one with his friends’ help. The small house had only two bedrooms, so we girls had to sleep in the same bed. I remember being two at the head of the bed and two at the foot. Back then, the bedrooms would be cold with no central heat and air. We had one Big Stove in the living room, and Daddy would put so much coal and wood in it that it would turn red from the fire inside. I was afraid it would burn the house down; it heated the living room and kitchen area but not our bedroom. We used a “foot tub, ” a small tin tub; we would bring it to the living room near the stove and bathe there before bed. We would pile on blankets and coats to keep warm. To this day, I like a heavy quilt on my bed.

We survived Hurricane Hazel in that little house.

I remember we were home alone. Momma had gone to work despite a hurricane forecast to hit our city that day. She worked at the Port Author Chinse Restaurant, “Overtown,” as it was referred to back then, and Daddy worked at VEPC, Virginia Electric & Power Co., in October 1954. I was 11 years old. I would turn 12 in December, so Barbara was 13 years old.

“Long before its worst winds and waves slammed into Hampton Roads on the afternoon of October 15, 1954, Hurricane Hazel was a storm to remember. And by the time it rumbled to the north about 6 p.m., it had battered the  100-mph gauges at the Norfolk weather station so badly against the top end of the dial that they had to replace it.” The following is from a  Daily Press News article I found online.

“At Fort Monroe, more than 100 trees came down — and 500 people were evacuated from their homes because of high water.

The newspaper reported that more trees fell along Chesapeake Avenue and downtown Hampton — where fierce winds pulled sign after sign down from the exposed storefronts in the King and Queen Streets business district.

Steady 90-mile per hour-plus winds roared in from the southwest against the shoreline at Newport News all afternoon, toppling a chimney at the Daily Press and sending it plunging through the roof.”

We survived Hurricane Hazel in October 1954, one of the worst storms to hit the area. My sisters and I were home alone, and I remember the hurricane well. We were not afraid, and we did not have a phone. I remember Momma was so worried about us because she had to take a bus home from work. She got home as soon as possible. But God…..There was no damage to our house. Not a shingle off the roof or window was damaged in our little house. When Momma and Daddy got home, they were so happy to see us, and we were glad they were home. They both said they did not think our house would make it. After that, Daddy was so proud of his little house.

Daddy started on the larger house, a two-story five-bedroom house, and the outside was cinderblock. There were two bathrooms, one upstairs and one downstairs, we did move into the house, but with all that happened, he never finished it. There were so many things that happened as they worked on the house. Not only did Daddy lose his job, but he also got sick. As hard as Momma tried, she could not keep up with so many children and so much to do.

One day, Daddy was working on the house. Baby Sis and (I am unsure if it was Esther Mae or Christine) were going to the store. As he tries to split a cinderblock with a hatchet, a piece of steel flies off and hits Baby Sis in the eye. They rushed her to the hospital, and the Doctors had to remove her eye; she was maybe six at the time. She received a plastic Eye then; plastic is better than glass. I remember the Lyons Club donated money for the procedure and paid $1,000 for the eye. That was a rough time for our family. But Baby Sis was young enough to get accustomed to the plastic eye and not being able to see out of her right eye. Sometimes, when she got older, she even joked about it. Momma made sure Baby Sis grew up learning how to take care of her eye. It was like Momma knew she would not be around to do things for her, and Baby Sis needed to understand how to take care of herself. Momma was most concerned about Baby Sis because of her eye. What if something happens to her other eye? “She would be blind,” Momma said; she hoped Baby Sis would go to college, and she was the first of us to get a college degree.

After many trials and Momma’s passing, we all left 614 one by one over the years.

With no one living there, the house went down fast. Homeless people and drug addicts would use it for shelter. They broke out the windows. It became a problem in the community right in front of the church. Soon, there were many complaints from the city that the house was a nuisance and fire hazard; boarding it up was the only choice. Even boarding it up was not enough; people just pulled the boards off and went in.

We leave 614-42 St in Jefferson Park, Newport News, VA. no one is living there, and it is all boarded up. We had some good times there, but not much, not much at all, after Momma died. So much happened in 614.

The timeline on 614, our family Home. This is how 614 changed hands over the years, ending with Lonnie Sr. & Martha Jane.

October 9, 1959, conveyed to Lucille Vernon by deed of Frank A Nichols et ux. Recorded in the Clerk’s office aforesaid in Deed Book 378, page 156

August 7, 1973. Kline Furniture Co placed a $1049.81 Judgment

October 8, 1974. Esther Mae Vernon Whitt, Elnora Vernon, Lucille Vernon Gibbs & George Gibbs, her husband, and Edward Lee Vernon Sr., widower of Lucille Vernon, did for and in consideration of $1 did grant and conveyed to Martha Vernon and Edward Lee Vernon Jr.; all of their right, title, and interest in the property known as 614-42nd street.

April 29, 1976, Barbara Vernon Haynes and James Haynes, her husband Martha Vernon, Christine Vernon Slade, and Deborah Vernon did for and in consideration of $1 did grant and conveyed to Edward Lee Vernon Jr.; all of their right, title, and interest in the property known as 614-42nd street.

November 22, 1976, Edward Lee Vernon, Jr. and Gwendolyn R. Vernon, his wife, for and in consideration of $1, did grant and conveyed to Martha Jane Williams and Lonnie Allen Williams; all of their right, title, and interest in the property known as 614-42nd street.

Things had gone so wrong with the house that Lonnie & I found ourselves coming from Denbigh almost every other week to do something. We ended up having to have what was left torn down. A picture of our Red and White car is in the driveway, a truck at the front door, and you can see through the roof.

We looked into getting a loan but did not qualify before Lonnie started working at the Shipyard. Also, Jefferson Park was not the best area. We were not 100% sure we wanted to move there.

I had a very close relationship with Aunt Mae and Uncle Horace, and they stood with me both times I married. So I saw no reason not to transfer the two lots to Uncle Horace. He would rebuild the house for us since he had a construction business and then sell it back to us. Lonnie and I talked to him about that, and that is what we did.

Although Lonnie and I owned the house (614), I should have discussed it with my siblings. I never thought my life would change so drastically as it did.

December 8, 1977, Martha Jane Williams and Lonnie Allen Williams, for and in consideration of $10, did grant and convey to Horace L Taliaferro, Sr, and Mae Ellen Taliaferro, his wife, all of their right, title, and interest in the property known as 614-42nd street.

January 23, 1978, the $1049.81 Judgment by Kline Furniture Co. placed on 614, having been paid and satisfied, the lien thereof is now released.

So, we discussed it with Uncle Horace and devised a plan for rebuilding the house. I was close to Aunt Mae and was often around Uncle Horace, so I thought this was an excellent safe plan. We signed over the lots to Uncle Horace and Aunt Mae.

Lucille came for a visit and stopped by our apartment on Motoka Dr.; we talked about 614 and what we would do with it. We were both excited about getting it redone. She stated that it could be a family house and somehow shared. I can’t remember the details of the conversation, but I know she was saying it would be the family home. We did not discuss how this would work, how the family would do the financing, or who would live there.

After she left, Lonnie and I talked, and he stated that if it was like that, he could not build a house for us on it. I tried my best to come up with something. I did not consult with my sisters and Jr.; the next thing you know, my life took some significant twists and turns, and I did not get back with Uncle Horace. I never thought he would sell the lots without giving me a chance to get them back first. But he did. He never contacted me when he was approached about the lots being for sale.

Lonnie had passed away; I met Howard, and we married and moved to Alaska. Since I transferred the lots to him and when he sold them, so much had happened in my life. As I look back, it was my responsibility. Before I left, I should have talked to them about the lots. I only found out he sold the lots when Barbara called and told me a house was built there.

As with everything in life, something always makes you stop and ask why. In my relationship with them, they knew how vital those lots (614-42nd St.) were to our family. How could they sell them, knowing that is where my sisters, brother, and I grew up? The place my mother and father worked so hard to build for our family without letting me know they wanted to sell them or someone was interested in buying the lots. I would have repurchased them at the going rate. Remember, I did not sell the lots to them; I signed them over I received no money. We had to pay off the $1,000 lien.

Losing the house and the lots placed me in a very unpleasant situation with my siblings. They trusted me by setting the property in my name; this has hurt me to my core, but I have not let it keep me from loving my family and having a relationship with them. But I feel it is so unfair.

I am genuinely sorry that this happened. It feels like everything Momma and Daddy tried to do just “went downhill,” and I did not help.

Thelma Nickles, who lived next door to us, is a little older than me, but we all grew up together, purchased the lots, and built a house on them; she was still there the last time I checked.

Saying sorry does not mean much, but I am sorry to my sisters, brother, nieces, and nephews. Most of all, I am sorry to Momma & Daddy. I know how hard they worked to get that house built. I am so sorry we did not hold on to the home and property our parents tried to build.

Looking back on the situation today, I know I could have handled the situation better, but at the time, I was dealing with so many issues. Moving to Alaska, I just got swept up into my new life. No Excuse.  But I will never forget 614-42 Street as the place where I grew up, and there were some happy memories there.

Vernon Sisters & Junior

Edward Lee Vernon, Sr. & Lucille (Smith) Vernon

1/17/1919 – 8/22/1983            4/26/1926 – 10/6/1960

 Ed Lee & Lucille had Eight Children

Seven Daughters                                                                                           One Son

Barbara Yvonne      04/15/1941                                                           Edward Lee Jr.    03/15/1952

Martha Jane            12/14/1942

Christine Elizabeth  04/01/1944   (04/24/2021)

Esther Mae              01/09/1946

Elnora Brenetta       07/25/1947

Lucille (Baby Sis)  07/01/1949   (09/29/2006)

Deborah Juanita      07/31/1957

Growing up, we were very close. We loved and cared about each other. We have grown up over the last 61 years. We all have our own families. Barbara, Christine, Ester Mae, and I were all born in Warwick County, VA. Elnora, Lucille Deborah, and Jr. were born in Newport News, VA.

We have lived throughout the U.S., starting with our birth city and state of Newport News, Virginia, to Baltimore, MD; San Francisco, CA; Modesto, CA; Auror, Colorado; Washington, DC.; Fairbanks, Alaska; Albany, GA; Albuquerque, New Mexico; Denton, TX; and Sicily, Italy. This chapter will show you how we have been Blessed and protected and how far we have all come.

“There is only One Time you Should look Back in Life; it is to See how Far you have Come.”

While not all of us are here now, God took two; Lucille (Baby Sis) joined Momma and Daddy on September 29, 2006. Her death was very difficult for all of us. I am so grateful to God for His Love, Grace, and Mercy watching over us so we can tell our story.

I have been away from my writing for a while. I have some news to share, and it is not good news. I must tell you that Christine went to be with Momma, Daddy, and Baby Sis on April 24, 2021. It has been ten months now (today is 2/20/22), and I still go to call her sometimes. I miss her so very much.

I am not going into my siblings’ lives; I will let them tell their own stories. I will give you the composition of them and their families. You will have the basic information about your aunts and uncle if you want to research your family history.

Barbara is the first-born, married to James Beverly Haynes, they had five Children

Three Daughters                                                                                       Two Sons

Sheri Denise (Haynes) Briggs/Daronta Briggs                                       James Edward Haynes  

Yvette Monique Haynes                                                         Carl David Haynes/Amy Cunningham

Yvonne Elise (Haynes) Owens/divorced Sidney Owens

                        Barbara has Five Grandchildren

 Carl David                                                                 One Son

                                                                        Monte Demon Johnson Haynes

Yvette Monique                                                         One Daughter                                  

                                                                         Beverly Shani Haynes                                              

Yvonne Elise Owens                                             Two daughters                                    One Son

                                                                   Sydney Janae Owens                         Sidney Leon Owens Jr.

                                                                   Syvonne Elise Owens

                       Barbara has Eight Great-grandchildren

Sydney Janae Owens                                  One daughter                        One son

                                                           Lauryn James LouisMe               Duke Kerenedel LouisMe

 Monte Demon Johnson Haynes             Three Daughters                       Three Sons

                                                                        Zion                                  Jaelyn Haynes

                                                                        Jelyn                                 Kamari Haynes

                                                                     Naomi                                 Kameron Haynes

Martha Jane married Lonnie Allen Williams, the biological father of Lonnie Allen. Karen’s biological father is Alfred B. Julye. I also married Howard Harrell, who adopted Lonnie; we raised Karen, Lonnie, and his son Howard II. They raised three children.

One Daughter                                                 Two Sons

Karen Denise Vernon                                  Howard Earl Harrell ll married/divorced Kimberly LaRose

                                                            Lonnie Allen Williams Harrell, married to Tiffany C. Powell

                         Martha Jane has Nine Grandchildren                                                                                      

Karen Denise Vernon                            One Daughter                     

                                                          Briahnna Jane Vernon              

Howard Earl Harrell II         Three Daughters                                        Two Sons  

                                          Jordan Nicole Smith                               (Trey) Howard Earl Harrell III

                                         Sadeyah Renae Harrell                  Trenton Andrew Walter Harrell/married Malory Cain

                                        Mariyah Earlene Harrell                                                                             

Lonnie Allen Williams Harrell             One Daughter                                 Two Sons                                       

                                                           Lola Ava Lucille Harrell                 Logan Allen Harrell                                                              

                                                                                                                    Langston Elijah Harrell                                               

                        Martha Jane has Seven Great-grandchildren

Jordan                                                             Three Daughters                               Two Sons                                   

                                                                       Lilly Smith                                        Hayden Smith                             

                                                                        Nova Smith                                      Kamden Smith                            

                                                                      Madilynn Smith

  Sadeyah                                                            Two Daughters

                                                                     Ryleigh Abigail Ann Harrell-Ford

                                                                      Ariyah Kimberly Harrell-Ford

Christine married Thomas Slade; they had Two Children, Michelle and Michael. She is married to Eddie Brinkley.

                                     One Daughter                                           One Son

Michelle Denise (Slade) Powell/Darrell Powell             Michael Thomas Slade

                    Christine has Two Grandchildren

Michelle Denise                           One Daughter                           One son

                                                      Erika C. Powell                      Darrell Craig Powell 

                 Christine has One Great-grandchild

Erika Powell                                         One son                                             

                                               Justin Chase Banks, Jr. (JJ)

 Esther Mae was married to James Whitt; they had two daughters.

She was also married to Mitch Foster, and they had one son.

           Two Daughters                                                One Son                          

    Shelia Denise Whitt                               Derrick Foster married/divorced Nisha McPherson

Renee Whitt

                    Esther Mae has One Granddaughter

Derrick Foster One Daughter                           Morgan Camille Foster

Elnora has Two children: Sterling and Brittany.  Jerome Price is Sterling’s father, and Joseph Durham is Brittany’s father.

                          One Daughter                                                                                            One Son

Brittany (Vernon) Steward/D’Angelo Steward married/divorced          Sterling Jerome Price married Shauntia King

                Elnora has Three Grandchildren

Brittany           One Son                       

                   Kobe J. Boston          

 Sterling has                                       One Daughter                        One son      

                                                       Tierea Robinson                Sterling Jerome Price, Jr.

                 Elnora has Two great-grandchildren.                                               

Tierea Robinson                                 One Son    

                                                  Micah Jesse Hayes  

Kobe J. Boston                                 One son     

                                                Chance Amir Boston

Lucille was married to George Gibbs they had Three children

          One Daughter                                       Two   Sons

Lisa Denise Watts /Kevin Watts                    Akil A Gibbs

                                                                      Ade K Gibbs    

                 Lucille has Five Grandchildren

  Lisa Denise Watts                   Two Daughters                             Two Sons

                                                  Alisha Watts                              Aaron Gibbs Dann

                                                 Crystal Watts                            Rashard Watts

Ade Gibbs                           One Son 

                                         Jaxon Aziz Gibbs

Lucille has Four Great-grandchildren.

Aaron Gibbs Dann                                                    Two Sons                         

                                                                             Ethan Dann                                                      

                                                                           Owen Dan 

Alisha Watts                                                             One Son

                                                                          Shawn Turner, Jr  

Rashard Watts                                                      One Daughter                         

                                                                          Allayah Renee Watts

Edward L. Jr. is married to Gwendolyn Ricks and has three children: one Daughter with Chiquita Taylor.

Two Daughters                                                                                            Two Sons

Ebony Lucille Vernon                                                                 Shomar L Vernon married Amy

Brittany Lee Taylor-Vernon       (Chiquita Taylor, Mother)              Careen Omar Ricks

                                   Edward L. Jr. has Five Grandchildren.  

Shomar L Vernon                           One Son              

                                                  Donavon Edward Vernon                         

Careen Omar Ricks                One Son                                                      Two Daughters

                                            DaeVion Marquis Ricks                         TruNique Ebony Marie Ricks

                                                                                                           Aniyah Vernita Ricks

Brittany Lee Taylor-Vernon                         One Daughter                

                                                            Charlette Lee Kirkpatrick  

                    Edward Lee Jr. has One Great-grandchild

TruNique Ebony Marie Ricks                                   One Daughter

                                                                                Alannis Ricks

Deborah married/divorced Michael Swift they have One Son.  Michael Andrei Swift II married Amarachi Okoro

As of today, October 18, 2022, the number of offspring for Lucille & Ed Lee, counting their eight children and spouses, is eighty-two. There are eighty-two Children, Grandchildren, Great-grandchildren and Great-great-grandchildren…

My Dear Children, Grandchildren, Great-grandchildren, Nieces, Nephews, Sisters, and Brother. I pray you will share this story with your children and your children’s children. If you find a mistake or a misspelled name, please forgive me and charge it to my head, not my heart.

 “And whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens; Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance; And when you get the choice to sit it out or DANCE, I hope you DANCE.” The song “I Hope You Dance

…. Love has no ending….

 To my nieces and nephews: Although we rarely see each other, I love you all. And when we are together, it is a Blast!!!

Grammy, Aunt Jane, Jane

Momma Had To Leave

When a Mother Dies, a Child’s Mourning Never Completely Ends.

It is said you die twice, once when you take your last breath. And again, many years later, when your name is spoken for the last time.

My Dear Children and Grandchildren, please remember me. Tell a story; remember a time we spent together. Feel my hug. Toast to GRAMMY!!!!! Remember December 14, my Birthday, and the day I left you, Month        Day        Year        . I will always be with you with every heartbeat. Just say my name.

The lyrics from “The Prayer” by Andrea Bocelli touched my heart because they related to my siblings and me after our Mother passed away.

“I pray you’ll be our eyes, And watch us where we go, And help us to be wise, In times when we don’t know. Let this be our prayer when we lose our way; lead us to a place. Guide us with your grace to a place where we’ll be safe.

When stars go out each night, I pray we’ll find your light and hold it in our hearts.

Let this be our prayer. When shadows fill our day, Lead us to a place. Guide us with your grace.

Give us faith so we’ll be safe. We ask that life be kind And watch us from above. We hope each soul will find Another soul to love. Let this be our prayer, Just like every child needs to find a place.

Guide us with your grace. Give us faith so we’ll be safe.”  Songwriters: Carole Bayer Sager / Alberto Testa / David W. Foster

Momma had been sick for quite a while, and we kids were too young to realize how ill she was. What has always amazed me is that Daddy was sick long before Momma became ill. Now I know it has nothing to do with time or age when your time comes.

Her eighth child was born less than two years before she got sick. She had two jobs and looked after a sick husband with a house full of kids under 15. The Doctors said it was stress, she was working too hard, and it went on for three years.

At the age of 17, I oversaw the burial of my Mother. Daddy was there, but I felt the final decisions were left up to me.

After the funeral, Uncle John came to me and said he and Steen wanted to help. He said they had talked and wanted to take the two youngest with them, just for a while, Baby Sis and Deborah. Uncle John and Steen had only been married for four years, and she had two miscarriages which left her unable to have children of her own. Deborah was 3, and Baby Sis was 11. I told him we needed to talk to Daddy. Daddy was so broken and hurt that he did not know what to do, but he said it might be the best thing since he could not take care of them and still had more treatments for his illness. In talking about the girls going, Jr said he wanted to go. I am unsure how Jr. came to go, but they took him too; he was eight.

So, the day after the funeral, Deborah, Baby Sis, and Jr. went to Baltimore to live with Steen and Uncle John. This started a relationship that would last until they died. We were all still in shock, and I remember feeling so sad and torn when they left; there was a hole in my heart. Not only have we lost our Mother, but we have also lost our three younger siblings. I will never know what would have happened if we had all stayed together. This separation would have a profound effect on all of us. The bond we had will never be the same again. I have thought about it since writing my memories. When I think about it, I wish we had stayed together, but when I think about what happened with us girls at home, about how things went, we struggled to keep the essential things going. And there were heated arguments about the Social Security money and who would use it and how. At those times, I felt that the younger ones were better off. There was some stability with Steen and Uncle John, and we had their Social Security money sent to them.

I know how hard it was for us girls after Momma died over the years. It felt like we were left all alone. It was tough for Baby Sis, Jr, and Deborah; also, they lost their whole family. Over the years, a wonderful thing happened with Baby Sis, Jr. and Deborah. I saw the bond between them grow strong, and they grew closer.

On the other hand, it seemed like the five of us at home grew further apart. We could not close the broken chain. We did not have that ONE over us holding us together. We did not know how to take care of ourselves, not to mention take care of others. Over the years, we grew, and as the years went by, we did find a path to each other. We are sisters, and we love each other. Like everyone else, we did the best we could, and when we knew better, we did better.

When Christine graduated from high school, she got married. Esther Mae and Elnora moved to Baltimore when they graduated and never returned to Newport News to live. Their children were all raised in Baltimore, which is home to them. Lucille (Baby Sis), Jr., and Deborah returned home!!!. They all graduated from High School in Newport News. We grew from children to adults. We survived childhood, and we made it. No one went to jail, got hooked on drugs, or was homeless on the streets. We just started having babies and getting married, and here we are now; we went from a family of 10 to a family of 73. God is Good.

Barbara was 19, and I was 17; Christine, 16; Esther Mae, 14; Elnora, 13; and Daddy were all at 614. It was hard and challenging, and we went on; time went on.   After Momma died, I don’t remember talking about her; we did not “Say Her Name.” We did not celebrate the day of her death or her Birthday. It was like she never existed. Now I know it was hard for us to talk about Momma without getting upset. The people around us did not talk about her because they did not want to upset us, so maybe that’s why we did not talk about her. She was just gone.

God always put someone there for you; for us girls at home, that was Esther. She did everything she could do for us as she grieved herself. Esther and Momma were very close, and Momma’s death was sudden; no one was expecting it. Most people did not know she was ill. Esther knew the surgery was serious because Momma told her everything. Esther became our go-to person, our Grandmother. Sometimes we spent the night at Esther’s house because we did not have electricity or heat.

We could depend on her to be there when we needed a babysitter. She kept our children not just for us to go to work but also for us to go out. She often loaned us money, not taking it when we could repay her. She would say that’s ok, keep it. You will read about what she did for Karen and me. All the older grandchildren that grew up in Newport News knew and loved Esther. I loved her like she was my Grandmother, and she loved us.

One by one, as the years went on, we all left 614, including Daddy. Momma was the glue that held us together; our chain was permanently broken. We were all lost without her; sometimes, even today, I can see the effects of that loss. We made it BUT for Esther, Uncle John, and Steen.

Uncle John is my Mother’s brother, and Steen was his wife. They married on March 10, 1956. Momma died on October 6, 1960. Steen and Uncle John did not have much time to bond as husband and wife before we came into their lives. Momma had gone to Baltimore when Steen was in the hospital. I can’t remember if Momma or Steen told me this. Momma had asked Steen to take care of her children if anything happened to her.??? Why? Did she know she was not going to be here for us?

Steen & Uncle John, with all the ups and downs, there were many. We also had so much to be thankful for. We could look forward to large family Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. That was when we came together with love and shared. There’s no way we could have made it without both of them.

There are so many times that Steen made it fun. Steen taught us how to cook, and all of us girls have at least one of her recipes. We have benefitted from her love and teaching. Steen’s strong will and determination showed us we could be strong women. It was not easy, praise God, but we were family, and at the end of the day, we all knew in our hearts that we could depend on Steen.

Uncle John’s calm, beautiful smile and love gave us strength. They both gave us some beautiful memories after Momma passed. It wasn’t easy, but I know with certainty that we benefited from growing up with them in our lives as we moved from children to adults… They did their best, and when they knew better, they did better. I take this time right now to say thank you, and I love you with all that is in me, to Steen and Uncle John.

I said we, the Vernon Sisters and Jr., have all lived in their home at some point. They fed us and supported us with money when we needed it. They taught us what they believed was the right thing to do. They took us in with open arms, and we stayed until it was time to go. And at the end of her life, Steen told me in my last phone call, “I love you; I love you all. I didn’t realize how much you all mean to me.” I love you too, Steen.

Below is the tribute we did to each one of them.

From October 3, 1915 to November 26, 1998,  John H Smith

Dear Uncle John,

This world has been given clear notice of how much you really mean to us.

Your compassion and concern have warmed many weary hearts, as those who know you best must all agree. Your devotion has created strong bonds of friendship by just the way you smile. You have never been one to run from a good cause or fight; instead, you would rather go the extra mile. In Jesus’s name, you worked passionately and faithfully to aid those of us less fortunate than you. You often and unselfishly stretched forth your hands to share your blessings as God had commanded you.

Not once did you complain, no matter how many times we came. You have taught us many lessons about loving each other in this meaningful, short life. Your Christian leadership and outstanding example showed us that we ARE the keepers of our sister and brother. True love is grand when given and shared with others, for it brings complete peace deep within.

Repeatedly, you have illustrated that when we love another soul, we experience the ultimate gift of being loved right back, as you are loved. As we now reflect on life with Uncle John. There cannot be a day without Steen, who was always by his side. And each time we came to him, she opened her heart and said, Ain’t that nothing; y’all come on in.

I want to assure my sisters and brother that God’s assignments for Uncle John continue. We shall miss his pride, inner strength, steadfastness, diligence, wisdom, comforting ways, and protective love.

So, you see, he lives on in us. He may not be with us after today, but all he has given will remain with each of us forever and ever, and we will pass it on to our children. God will crown him a Prince on judgment day.

Ernestine C. Smith    October 21 – June 5, 2015, 

This world has been given clear notice of how much you really mean to us. In His infinite wisdom, God has seen fit to move from our beloved Aunt Ernestine Smith, so lovingly known by us as Steen. We come together to pay our respects to the memory of one whose life was full of love. Steen, a woman of strength, honor, and faith, will forever be cherished as an Aunt who stepped in to take care of eight children when our Mother passed away in 1960. That’s a long time ago, over 50 years we spent with you. I truly believe God put you in Uncle John’s life just for the eight of us.

Steen, your commitment to God and devotion to family and friends will be a lasting memorial of the life you lived. Often and unselfishly, you stretched forth your hands to share your blessings as God had commanded. And never did you complain, no matter how many times we came. And you stayed the course, and you never asked anyone to leave. Your legacy continues to live on in us and the many others you touched along the way. You will be missed but not forgotten.

We, the Vernon Sisters and Jr., thank God for allowing our paths to cross as we journey through this life. You were the Grandmother our children did not have. You were the one there as we grew from teens to young adults. You were the one we called “Steen, can you keep…….you even kept some for the whole summer. And we have not even gotten to the cooking; there are some things we make now just like you did. You and Uncle John, with his big smile, I know he is smiling up there now.

I could go on and on….but I must stop now for you see the “Best of Her Story has Never Been Told.”  She gave us the Best of what she had to offer.

1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Momma had to leave us, but God hand-picked the Angels that watched over us. They gave us all they had to give. ALL!!

I know Momma and Daddy are so proud of all of us.

College years and Conversion to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints

My year at college was both exciting and challenging. The classes I had required much study time and preparation. I had several different jobs to help supplement the many costs of being a student at this Christian University. I also had the opportunity to date which I did not have in high school. By the end of the year, I learned that I would not have the opportunity to attend another year. Even with the scholarship and jobs, the costs were too much for my parents to keep paying. Now I had to decide what the next step in my life would be. I returned home and began working at Lee”s Grill again. I think that it is also important that I mention that I had met and started dating a college student by the name of Richard Himes from Augusta, Kansas. He would become a part of my life for the next three years.
I am so very grateful for the guiding direction from my Heavenly Father in the next decision in my life which was to become a nursing student at Mercy School of Nursing in Oklahoma City for the next three years. My experiences there would not only prepare me to be a nurse but would also prove to be another turning point in my life. I was assigned a roommate from Lima, Peru whose name was Rocio Maria Torres who became Chio to all of us. I eventually learned that she was of the Mormon faith but had to keep that a secret because she was here at this school on a Catholic Nursing Scholarship. This school was a Catholic institution and was supervised by nuns. She was afraid that if they would discover that she was a Mormon, she would be sent home. I did not know anything about being a Mormon except for the movie I had watched about Brigham Young and the pioneer Mormons. Chio became part of my family and was like another sister to me. In our last year of nurses training, we were transported by an airplane to St.Louis, Missouri in May for a three-month pediatric training at Cardinal Glennon Children’s Hospital. For the first time, Chio was able to attend her church and I wanted to go with her. I had visited many different churches through the years searching for the answers to my questions about who I was, where did I come from and what was my purpose in being here on this earth.
I think now I would like to share the story of my conversion to the restored gospel and how I became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints known as the Mormons. My first meeting to attend with Chio in St.Louis, Missouri was a testimony meeting. The testimonies that were shared in that meeting that day prompted me to want to know more about this new religion that I did not know existed at this time. Chio contacted the missionaries to begin teaching me. Their names were Elder Brether and Elder Minor. After the first discussion, I knew that this church had the truths that I had been searching for all these years. I must have shocked these two young missionaries when I told them that I wanted to be baptized immediately. They graciously informed me that I had to have all six discussions first so they gave me all six discussions within the week. I began reading the Book of Mormon and was scheduled to be baptized on August 3rd,1967. During that week I received two phone calls that asked me to not be baptized into this church. One phone call was from my dad and the other one was from Richard Himes. I did not understand why they were so against me being baptized but I knew that the Holy Spirit had witnessed to me that this church had all the truths that I had been searching for. I remember on the day I was to be baptized that it was very stormy with many dark clouds but as I was getting dressed after the baptism the clouds parted and the rays of bright sunlight came through the window, giving me such a feeling of peace and love. I continued to read the Book of Mormon which is another witness that Jesus is the Christ and the Jehovah of the Old Testament. I also embraced the belief in Joseph Smith as a Prophet and of a living prophet in our day to lead and guide us as in the days of old. I had always believed that God is my Heavenly Father, that Jesus Christ is his Son, and the Holy Spirit are three distinct beings. Also, the importance of families being together forever is another truth that I believed. We returned home from our rotation at the children”s hospital and finish out the year.

Sometimes God Sends a Dove

When I get the opportunity to lead a session on The Chosen, I tend to pull nuggets from the episode – lines that I find somewhat profound and thought-provoking (although not always scriptural-based or even significant aspects of the plot). In episode 7, there were several, in no particular order:

“Why would he wish that for someone like me?”

“Sometimes God sends a dove. Matthew, that man was your dove.”

“I want to understand things, Mary. Especially the inscrutable things that unsettle me.”

“Bones will still break. Hearts will still break…You could still have lost a baby when you were a fisherman. You just wouldn’t have anybody to turn to.”

“He said it all depends on you.”

“I know you have felt unworthy. Matthew, I know you have felt unworthy…”

“Our lives are often painful, yes? So we think that life is full of scarcity, not abundance. But there are times, when out of nowhere, the world expresses it’s longing to be whole. And suddenly God steps in. And we are called out of our blindness and into redemption.”

“Why would he wish that for someone like me?”

(In Episode 7, Matthew was wondering why an old man gave him his most valuable possession, even though Matthew had turned against his people by enriching himself and becoming a tax collector.)

A few years ago, Alex invited me to join a group of his friends to Man Up, a men’s retreat in northern Michigan sponsored by our church. I felt similarly fortunate as I do today, surrounded by a bunch of cool young men pursuing their faith. At an evening session, a brief demonstration of our relationship to God was shown that has stuck with me. One guy stood on one end of the stage, facing the other with his arms extended, to show God’s posture to us – always there, always ready and eager to accept us – but allowing us to choose. On the other end of the stage, another guy depicted us and showed the choices we have – we can face God, face away from God, walk toward God, etc.

To me, when we feel unworthy, it’s kind of like looking down. We would like to look at God and walk toward him. But we know we’ve screwed up, and we can’t muster up the gumption to look at God, let alone take the first step. We feel that “life is full of scarcity, not abundance”. We think, why would God want to have a relationship with someone like me?

Once we get past that, we can look at God, walk toward him, and embrace Him. Pretty cool spot to be, God holding you, you holding God, your shoulders drop. Free for everybody, no charge. God continues hugging us and turns us so we can hug others at the same time. Even better.

Often, I try to remind the folks of While Flag how great I think they are, and how great I think God thinks they are. Young men, raising families, pursuing careers, helping their communities, and taking time to learn about “the inscrutable things in life” that are hard to understand.

That’s the image I hope to convey to my kids and their kids. I’d like to love them enough that they feel secure enough to love others. Also pretty cool.

But there are times, when out of nowhere, the world expresses it’s longing to be whole. And suddenly God steps in.

By doing this, I hope it’s like the movie Pay It Forward. We help each other feel secure so that we can share the same with others. And no one misses the chance to hug God because they feel they’ve messed up. And if we do it well enough, “…the world expresses it’s longing to be whole…and we are called out of blindness and into redemption.”

That’s why I frequently remind this wonderful group of young men, taking the time at 6:30 am on a Tuesday to figure out the inscrutable things that unsettle us, that they are enough, and they are deserving of God’s love.

When I was a senior at KU, I met with the leader of KU’s Campus Crusade for Christ. I was the president of my fraternity, and he was meeting with leaders on campus. An image he shared one day, under a tree, stayed with me (and Alex used it once as a guest sermon in his church).

The image is a wheel with four spokes, labeled mental, physical, spiritual, and social. The idea is that we need balance in our life. It also points out that you can have too much of anything. We can probably relate to time when we or our friends have had too much mental in their life (working so much that you’re miserable); or social in your life (happened frequently in college); or too much concern about our physical nature (as depicted on about everything on TV). We may not realize that our spiritual spoke can also be too long and throw our wheel out of kilter. We’ve met, and so did Jesus, people who’ve emphasized religion to the point that it has thrown their lives out of balance.

Sometimes, a White Flag member will express regret for not being religious enough, which of course could be true. It also could be true, that this young gentleman is doing a pretty good job of balancing his family, faith, friends and health, and that God is proud of him.

“Bones will still break. Hearts will still break.”

One guy I didn’t hug enough. Craig, one of my best friends, took his life when we were just starting families. Great guy. Loved God, loved others. Maybe didn’t love himself as much as he should. If I had it to do over again, I’d have hugged that guy every day so that he would know I thought he was wonderful. I’m going to try to not make that mistake again.

In Episode 7, Simon lost an unborn child, almost lost his wife, and found he and his wife may not be able to have children, all while Simon was spreading the word of God. He tries to say life was easier when he fished.  John reminded him that Jesus didn’t tell them things would be easy just because we follow God, and said, “You could still have lost a baby when you were a fisherman. You just wouldn’t have anybody to turn to.”  When bones break and hearts break, we need to try to remember that.

“Sometimes, God sends a dove. Matthew, that man was your dove.”

For the record, I think my son in law Jake may lead the league in chatting with people about God in a relaxed, non-confrontational way. Ben leads in numerous ways, including carrying a $20 in his car and knowing the perfect words to say when giving it to someone he doesn’t know. I think I stink at both. I wish I was better.

So, when Jake reached out to me six years ago and said Ben was starting a Tuesday morning Bible study and asked me to join, I said I was in. I was not as close to God at that point as I would like to be.  I attended for a year or so and loved every minute of it. Then I got pulled away by the normal things, job, family, other stuff, and fell out of the habit. For three years. Jake would ask when I was coming back. Drew would take me to lunch and ask when I was coming back. I continued to follow the updates on Group Me, but I had fallen out of the habit in attending. Then Ben sent out a note saying that Jake was going to be leading an episode of The Chosen. Jake and I chatted about it while grilling burgers. He asked me to come. No way I was saying no. I think I’m up to 2-3 years straight (mostly) since then. “Sometimes God sends a dove…”

“I know you have felt unworthy. Matthew, I know you have felt unworthy…”

I think the part I like about this best is the way Mary said this to Matthew twice. He heard her the first time, but he really heard her the second time. And he knew she was right, and he knew this was his biggest obstacle from getting close to God.

This is why I continue to give verbal, and sometimes literal, hugs to the men of White Flag. Because when we feel unworthy, it’s hard on us and our ability to love others. I want you to know that I love you and God loves you enough that you can drop your shoulders. And receive God’s love. And share it with others.

And thanks for sharing your Tuesday mornings with me.

– John Resnik

Growing up on the Farm

We moved from Tennessee to our house, RR 1, Kokomo, Indiana. in 1936 when I was almost 2 years old. The barn was built in 1910 and the house was built in 1880’s It was 120 acres, it was laid out in a perfect square. We grew corn, beans, tomatoes. We raised mainly pigs, a cow for milk, two horses (Jim/Maude) for pulling cart, didn’t have tractor until after the war.

Growing up on the farm our house was very cold, it had 5 room with a screened in porch. It had electricity but only one light in each room. There was only a coal stove for heating house, and coal oil stove for cooking. We had register in bedroom where heat from stove was piped in which wasn’t that great.  Some mornings, it was cold and there would be snow inside the windows.  I would run downstairs to get dressed behind the stove. Later on we put a light in the barn and new floors in the house. There wasn’t a bathroom inside the house until 1952 when I was out of high school, 19 years old. If we had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night we would have a “slop jar”. We’d only “wash up” there was no showers or a bathtub. We had a wash tub where we would wash up. When I got to high school I could take a shower one day a week but it was at the YMCA so we’d walk back to school freezing. There was no telephone until I was a senior in high school.

At Christmas time I would get a small bag of treats from my bus driver. My sister Sissy would give me small presents. Dad would buy fruit; apples, oranges and tangerines. Mother would make banana pudding, with wafers (which Luke still loves). My Mom would  kill a fat hen, and make cornbread dressing for Christmas dinner. “We made due with what we had”

We had breakfast, dinner and supper. Big meal at noon because of the farm workers. Neighbors would help neighbors with farming. We always slept on a feather bed in the winter but in summer we would clean them outside.

My pets were Teddy, fuzzy balls, all sorts of cats. Teddy was a miniature collie, he just showed up one day to the farm. Teddy was with us while I was little in the 50’s. Then we had Laddie, yellow lab, our neighbor had puppies. He’d be so happy to see me after school. He ran off one day and never came back. Fuzzy balls our cat would come up and wake me up by meowing. Our dogs weren’t allowed inside. Fuzzy balls was the only animal that Mom would every let into the house.

My brother Russell played baseball, sportsman of the year. He was a pitcher for Clay High School and brought them to a championship. The Boston Red Soxs wanted to give him an offer but it was at the end of the war and he stayed to help with the farm. He got married in November right out of high school.

Family Birds

Herman -Crow , Mom -an Old wet setting Hen; Mother Hen gets frustrated and goes after whoever goes after her babies.

Converse Family: Lisa-Wren (Female), Mark -Wren (Male), Max-Red headed Woodpecker, Ian-Nuthatch (little woodpecker) goes up and down the tree, Ava-Hummingbird, tiny. and loves flowers.

Cissy-Robin

Marcy-Morning Dove , Anna-Black cap chickadee

Matt-Canadian Goose, Chris-Canadian Goose (female) Geese both take care of their babies , Luke-Eagle, Anna (Female Eagle), Chiara -Parakeet, Natalie- Bluebird (related to cardinal and live in apple orchards) Theresa Bluebird too, Josh-Barn Swallow, Megan-Female Barn Swallow

Mark- Cardinal, Jeanine-Cardinal (female), Nick-Wild canary (yellow), Tess-Wild Canary (female), Mia-Singing Canary, Joe-Mallard Duck (always quacking like a lawyer)

Vince-Barn Owl, Barn Owl (Female)-Because of Vincent’s big eyes when he was a baby and always saying “who”?

 

How Mom got started naming birds. When Mark was in kindergarten there was a nest of baby cardinals in the front bushes out of the main windows.

 

My Grandkids

My advice to my Grandkids-

Luke-Be a good Father, be there when the kids need you.

Natalie-Stay strong

Josh-Be a good husband and Megan be a good wife. Be a good couple and take care of each other.

Nick-Be a good Father and husband. Be there when you need each other. Little things mean a lot.

Joe-Take care of each other and give everyone on the Hill a lashing. Straighten up that Congress.

Anna-Take care of your Momma and stay close to your family.

Maxie-Keep drilling holes. Stay safe and behave and be strong.  Happy days.

Ian-Keep running, flying with the angels.

Ava-My little Ava. Be strong, happy, get good grades. Keep on flying.

Grandma loves you all and will be watching over you always.

 

 

 

 

My sayings

It’s just water under the bridge

Can’t stick you finger in your butt in a 20 acre field

“Pee or get off the Pot”

It’ll be what it will be

Such is life in the big city

Go with the flow

Little Buddy