The past is the present for future generations who do not know their history

Sledge

Lest we forget the least of these…

Obituary for Fred Walter Bradfordthat may have been down on their luck in hard times, the names of those in the Colbert County Almshouse enumerated as part of the 1920 Federal Census by Melvin H Elkins from the 29th to 31st of January in 1920 will be included here.

The Almshouse, or Poor House as many called it, was in the Camp Smith area of Colbert County; in District: 0013. There was a lot of shame that stigmatized those who were in a circumstance to warrant housing and care in such a facility. But, truly back in those days, if it was necessary to be in an Almshouse, one really needed the help and were likely elderly and sometimes without family to look after them.

Fred W Bradford was the keeper of the Almshouse in 1920. Some give his middle name as Washington while others give his middle name as Walter. His obituary gives his name as Fredrick Walter Bradford; his parents were David Washington Bradford 1836-1866 and Julia Jarmon Bradford Grey 1844-1900.

Fred Walter Bradford married four times. His first marriage circa 1885 was to Nancy Caldona Tharp. They had the following known children: Fredrick Washington Bradford 1892 -1957, Callie Fredonia Bradford 1896, Julia Dovia Bradford Cantrell 1887 – 1973, Ida Virginia Bradford Stonecipher 1889 – 1928 and Massie L Bradford 1897.

His second marriage in 1901 was to Louvicey Lindsey. They had the following children: Willie E Bradford 1905-1935, William S Bradford 1906. There may have been other children.

His third marriage in 1908 was to Sarah Josephine “Josie” Duncan Sledge. Her first marriage was to Thomas Ervin Sledge (son of William Henry Sledge, grandson of Macklen Sledge). Two Sledge children were from her marriage to Thomas Ervin Sledge: Thomas Grady Sledge and Bessie Ernestine Sledge Green. Fred Walter Bradford and Josie Duncan Sledge Bradford had the following children: Lillian g Bradford born and died 1909,  Johnie E Bradford 1911, and Walter L Bradford 1914-1952. Josie Duncan Sledge Bradford died in 1931.

The fourth marriage for Fred W Bradford was in 1936 to Odell whose last name is not known. Fred W Bradford died in 1947 and she is listed as his wife in his obitary

Thomas Grady Sledge and Mamie Hand Sledge lived beside his mother and stepfather on the 1920 census. The age of Grady was 18 and his young wife’s age was 15. Next to them was the Colbert County Almshouse of which Fred W Bradford was the keeper. Listed in the household of Fred W and wife Sarah J Bradford were sons Willie E Bradford age 14, Johnie E Bradford age 9, Walter L Bradford age 5 and Fred’s stepdaughter Bessie Sledge age 19 and single.

Those listed as living at the Almshouse were:

Darty, Bill – age 55, married, born in Georgia;

Darty, Sarah – age 66, married, born in Alabama;

Sharp, Callie – age 81, widowed, born in Georgia;

Briley, Fronia – age 70, single, born in Alabama;

Shield, Julia – age 60, widowed, born in South Carolina;

Clovel, Ada – 64, widowed (naturalized and immigrated 1865), her spoken language is French, born in France;

Marony, Alt – age 38, widowed, born in Alabama;

Stidham, Wesley – age 71, married born in Alabama;

Walter, Will – age 60, single, born in Arkansas;

Birnlsadde, James – age  75 , born in Alabama, and

Shaw, Henry – age 76, black, married, born in Tennessee.

Most of those inmates of the Almshouse do not have a surname that I am familiar with in our Shoals area. Perhaps some of their descendants are searching for them.


Does anyone recognize exactly where in Florence, Alabama…

this photo may have been taken?

This is William Roscoe McDougal, son of Annie Mae Hand and William Carroll McDougal. The information with the photo says Florence, AL. The girl with him is possibly Lillian Katherine McDonald who became his wife in 1949. William Roscoe was born 3 October 1929 in Colbert County, Alabama. He died 24 August 2003 in Mishawaka, Indiana.

W R McDougal lived in Colbert County where he was born ; then lived at Woodland in Lauderdale County. Annie Mae Hand is the daughter of James Henry Hand and Welthy Ann Alizabeth Pace Hand. He moved to Indiana after 1949 and lived in Mishawaka, St Joseph County, Indiana until his death. He is known to have been in Indiana as early as 1980, but likely before that. More information on the photo and the people would be welcomed.

James Henry “Jim” Hand and Welthy Ann Hand were also the parents of William Riley Hand. William Riley Hand and Josephine Fleming Hand were the parents of Mamie Louanne Hand who married Grady Sledge.

Photo of William Roscoe McDougal


Photos of the past…

of relatives  are precious. This one is related to people from Colbert County, Alabama. The soldier pictured is Sam Manford Sledge. He is one of two sons of  Clarence Williamson Sledge and Lillian Claire Manford Sledge; C. W. Sledge is a relative of the Sledge’s from Colbert County. This branch of the Sledge family had relocated to areas in Texas where Sam Sledge was born and raised.

Photo of Sam Manford Sledge


A photo from times gone by…

is a treasure. This is a photo of Henry Bascomb Sledge (1860-1925), the son of Julia Ann Holloway and Francis Marion Sledge (1811-1900).  He was the grandson

Photo of Henry Bascomb Sledge

Henry Bascomb Sledge

of Zelpha Harris and Collin Sledge.  

Collin Sledge was the son of  John Sledge  and Amy Hartwell Whitfield Chappell Sledge. John Sledge was born 1733 and died 1750. Amy Sledge was born 1755 and died 1798. John and Amy Sledge removed from North Carolina and went to Georgia. From there some of the family moved to Mississippi. John Sledge is a patriot who served in the Revolutionary War. He is buried at Clark cemetery at Whites Crossroads in Madison County, Alabama. That cemetery seems to be one of may that have all but disappeared.

This John Sledge was a brother to Daniel Sledge that was also a Revolutionary Soldier. Daniel was the subject of our previous writing. 

Robert Clark who served as a Revolutionary Soldier and his wife, Rebecca Priscilla Sledge Clark are also buried at Clark Cemetery in Madison County, Alabama. Rebecca Priscilla Sledge was Collin Sledge’s sister. She was born Birth 26 May 1776 in Surry County, Virginia and died 22 Sep 1825 in Madison County, Alabama.


Keep this memory close to your heart…

on Christmas this year, my littlest ones. My hope is that you will remember it forevermore. For a little background, I present this:

I was born to be a mother. Now that is a silly statement isn’t it? I have known this deep down in my soul since about a month or so after my fifteenth birthday. At least that is what I wholeheartedly believed, through thick and thin, through tears and heartache, through triumphs and defeat, through love and sorrow. That does not suggest that I was ever a perfect mother, just a mother with a perfect love for her children. My children will likely think I have lost it when, or if, they read this, but what I am trying to convey here is not really for them, it is for the successive generations. I have since seen very clearly that my status as Mother was not really meant to be where I could make a difference. The difference I was born to make was to be the Memory Maker for my descendants. I still have a small pillow that my daughter gave me in the 1980s; on it is embroidered, Moms Make Memories. I guess she knew what my purpose in life was to be before I did.

Family history has always been so important me. The importance really hit home by the time I had lost most of my family elders. This was before my two oldest children were really old enough to know what extended family offered and learned to cherish it. My youngest child has never had a grandfather living during his lifetime or great-grandparents and so on. It was much to my dismay that I realized that my children did not even know who a small portion of their living extended family was; recently some of that has been corrected for my daughter. Growing up, us four (later to be five) siblings basked in the land where our ‘Grands’ and some of the earlier generations were still in our lives. The number of first cousins was huge; and beyond that the relatives were innumerable. Some of our first real true friends were our first cousins. Many remain so today; those who have not stayed in touch remain just as important as well. Beware, what is to come is really mushy expression of love for my family; this is stated so you can exit now if you so desire. For the brave, the story continues…

In 1985 my only grandchild was born. I regret that I failed to really ‘spoil’ him, but circumstances and life are my explanation. I told him once that I would walk in front of a truck for him. I still mean that. Zac Sledge is all grown now and has a family of his own. Now my daughter, mother, myself and others had wanted a little girl in our family for so many years it is not even funny. We have the perfect grandson….time to know perfection through a girl. Well, our wish came true when Zac and Anna Harmon Cain married. Anna is beautiful perfection of what a mother’s love should be.

The truest form of perfection came when my first great-grandchild was born. On December 20th 2005, God gave me the most beautiful set of wings. I have always loved to sing even though I can not carry a tune in a bucket, the cat wails, and my children beg me to just stop it. But the song, “1,2,3 Like a Bird I Sing” became my anthem in honor of that day in 2005. That was the day that the most precious, wonderful, bundle of humanity and love was born into our family; and he is really, really smart, too. Logan Thomas Sledge owns my heart from that day forward. I hum that song almost on a daily basis.

Was I not blessed enough by the birth of Logan? I guess the man upstairs did not think so, or was it Zac and Anna? For on the 31st of May 2009, I got a double set of wings with the birth of another little piece of my heart, Taylor Anne Sledge. The other day her mom posted a video that was actually only captured audio, of my Taylor Anne singing to me. Her brother joined in with her. The song was “Rinky Dinky Do, I Love You” and it was just what I needed and I loved it so. Logan: perfect little man. Taylor Anne: perfect little lady. Both artfully disguised as mere humans, but they are actually little angels and they now have  me singing another song today: “Like a Bird Without Wings.” The video of the song, with Damian McGinty, is sung by Celtic Thunder. The words (yeah, I changed the wording to suit this narrative) of the song will follow at the end of this article.

Celtic Thunder featuring a younger Damien McGinty sings “A Bird Without Wings.”

My strongest wish is that these two little ones grow up with love in a home with both parents present, that they cherish each other, and are always the other’s best friend forever. Sometimes sibling rivalry rears its ugly head, but Taylor Anne has the advantage of being the stronger one while Logan is a thinker. Their mom told me recently that they were aggravating each other when Taylor Anne told Logan, “Bubba, if you don’t stop I am going to beat your brakes off, then you can’t stop.” That was a pretty profound statement coming from a two-year-old. And yes, she calls him Bubba just like I wanted; now if he would only refer to her as Sissy like my Daddy did his little sister that I always thought was so endearing…he called her this all his life long. I also hope that the thoughts expressed here might be preserved for Logan and Taylor Anne as cherished memories from their GG.

Be it known that I love these little souls more than life. Always have. Always will.

Signed,

Love GG

                                                A Bird Without Wings: Lyrics 

Like a bird without wings that longs to be flying,

Like a motherless child left lonely and crying.

Like a song without words,  like a world without music,  

I wouldn’t know what to do  I’d be lost without you watchin’ over me.

 

[Da da da da da repeated as beautiful harmony by George]

 

I get so lonely,  when I am  away

I count every moment, I wait every day,                      

 Until I am  home again and you hug me so tight                                                                     

That’s when I know Everything is alright.

 

Like a bird without wings that longs to be flying,

Like a motherless child left lonely and crying.

Like a song without words, like a world without music,

I wouldn’t know what to do I’d be lost without you watchin’ over me.

[Da da da da da repeated as beautiful harmony by George]

 

You’re my guardian angel; my light and my guide  

My hand on your shoulder and you by my side.

You make everything beautiful,   

You make me complete.

Everything in my world I lay at your feet..

 

Like a church with no steeple, where a bell never rings.  

In a town without people, where no voice in the choir ever sings.

If a boat on the ocean would be lost with no sail,

Then without your devotion

Surely all that I dreamed of would fail.

 

[Da da da da da repeated as beautiful harmony by George]

 

Like a church with no steeple, where a bell never rings.

In a town without people, where  no voice in the choir ever sings.

Copied from MetroLyrics.com


Uh huh. Likely pair…

of wife beaters…ya think? Most anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to become a DAD.

Likely pair of wife beaters...ya think?


Come here. Come here.

C-o-o-ome here.

You see my one good eye, well it is focused on you. Would you help make Remembering the Shoals successful by posting photos and/or memories on here or on the Official Facebook page entitled: Remembering the Shoals? 

 

Everyone seems to really enjoy the little tidbits of info that only friends and family can add.

Mother’s Day is Sunday. Would you please post photos of your Mother at Remembering the Shoals and a little something something about her. For those of us whose mother’s are no longer here, this holiday is a sad time. Perhaps a little something posted that is uplifting would be in order for those. Would you also post a photo of your Mother as your profile picture on Facebook?
 
Also, Memorial Day is around the corner. Please join our campaign of WTF: Wave The Flag. So, here is our request. That on Mother’s Day you post a photo of your Mom, on Father’s  Day you post a photo of your Dad, and on Memorial Day post a photo of an American flag (or your military hero)_and a little story with it. Would you also post a photo of a flag as your profile picture on Facebook for Memorial Day and a photo of your Dad for Father’s Day as your profile picture?
 
For example, as one of Logan’s work folders he was required to do things that would teach him about patriotism. One of the tasks was to take photos of 50 flags. Well, he (with a little help) found a place where there were fifty flags displayed. He did take photos of other flags, though. There have been discussions about America and how we need to show we are proud to be an American.
 
Well, they were at Subway in Cherokee after a t-ball game. He was in line with his Dad to place an order. He told his Dad that he could tell the man in front of them was patriotic. His Dad, asked how did he know that. Logan answered, “I know he is patriotic because he ordered American cheese for his sandwich.”
 
Now, did that make you smile? It did me; it still does. Logan’s Ghee said to me, “I think the lesson about patriotism has been mastered.” It is little tidbits like this that will be remembered and hopefully, if we document them they will be cherished for generations.
 

The Littlest Patriots…

will be coming your way.

These cards have been ordered. They are on their way. Please be kind to the little one who will be asking for your help.

Logan Sledge, the Littlest Patriot of them all, will be soliciting your signature for his WAVE THE FLAG cards. He is only five but try to tell him that. He thinks it is a part of a Work Folder from his GG, that would be me,  to earn him a big surprise. We won’t tell him that it is really a learning tool to teach him about his country, love for his country, and love for his flag.  He takes these Work Folders seriously. Don’t be surprised if he asks you to WAVE THE FLAG as well –  literally.  And, well if you feel silly doing it,  so what?

This is a small part of our first annual WAVE THE FLAG event. Please take it to heart and be a part of this patriotic outpouring. Logan will not be shy about coming up to you. Make him proud. We hope all the little patriots and big patriots will participate. Below is a graphic showing you what the card will look like on the front and back. He will ask you to sign the back. Ten signatures are required for each card. Ten cards are required to fulfill this part of the Work Folder. He will have fifteen more cards that he is not required to get signatures on, but if he should happen to get all twenty-five cards signed without repeating signatures, then bless his heart, he will be surprised at the big surprise he will have earned – but he has to complete all the parts to the Work Folder before he gets his big surprise.

Just FYI, another part of the Work Folder will be to sell THANK YOU cards for you to send to our favorite heroes, those brave men and women serving in our military, or who have served in our military. The specifics of that have not been worked out yet.

The Littlest Patriots


Sweet Taylor Anne…

is in ECM Hospital with pneumonia and severe dehydration. Her Mom says she is pitiful and that breaks my heart. Logan has strep throat and asthma problems now. The whole family has been sick with a stomach virus for what seems like forever. Taylor Anne Sledge is just one.

Taylor Anne Sledge


Jessica Davis…

is in this photo with my Logan. Imagine that?

Jessica Davis is a Cherokee girl. She has holes all over her head and usually has red in her hair. She has rings on her fingers and bells on her toes….ho ho. I think she may be a favorite of Logan and Taylor Anne, and if she is, then she is okay by me. Whose dog tag is she wearing?