no one even remembers many who are buried in unmarked graves. As I live and breathe with every day there comes to my attention more that are buried and forgotten. There are some souls who work hard to remind the world at large that these people walked the earth at one time, just like you.
One of the historians from the Shoals area, Billy Joe Sledge, evidently collects records for those who have not been remembered and whose graves are even lost for the most part. To the point, he has many death records of those who
worked at the nitrate plants in the Shoals area. There seem to be many souls buried in one mass grave on TVA property on the TVA Reservation. For some the only record of their life may be the Alabama Deaths 1908-1974 kept on file at the state level. One of these caught my eye and I did a little further research. That one is Pink Prentiss, who at the young age of 20, lost his life after being admitted to the Air Nitrate Hospital in Muscle Shoals, Alabama. That was the year of the Spanish Flu just after the close of World War I.
John Pinckney Prentice was a tall young man with a medium build, brown hair and eyes as described in a 10 September 1918 WWI draft registration record. His parents were Zachariah F (called Zachy) Prentiss/Prentice (1873-1950) and Annie Bell Smith Prentiss (1878-1943). Siblings of Pink were: Lawrence Prentiss, Wade Prentiss, Irene Prentiss Grisham, Otto Prentiss and Murray Prentiss. We thought it likely young Pink was buried in a mass grave on the TVA reservation At Muscle Shoals Alabama. A little research proved differently.
There is a monument for Johney Pink Prentiss at Oak Hill Cemetery in Blackland Mississippi. It has a different birthdate, but the info written in the memorial seems to be talking about the same person. Is this an actual grave, or a memorial grave for the same man? Johney Pink Prentiss Memorial?
Grandparents of Pink were: John W Prentiss 1854 – 1928 and Pheba Blaylock Prentiss 1853 – 1933; and Thomas Smith 1855 – 1891 and Annie E Goudy Smith 1861 – 1891. Great-grandparents were: Zacheriah “Zack” Prentiss and Nancy Elizabeth Must Prentiss who dies in 1910. Zack Prentiss died in 1880.
John W Prentiss was born in Shelby County, Alabama. Family notes read that John and wife Pheba, who married in 1873,
separated sometime between the years 1900-1903 for reasons unknown. They are buried in different cemeteries. They had a large family of children, among them, Zachy F Prentiss.
Great-grandparents were: Zacheriah “Zack” Prentiiss 1813- 1870/1880 and Nancy Elizabeth Muse 1822 – 1910. Zack Prentiss was born in Sevier County, Tennessee and Nancy Elizabeth Must Prentiss was born in Alabama, likely in Shelby County. Most all the famiy lived in Mississippi and are buried there. Zack and Nancy Prentiss had a number of children. Two were named for presidents: James Madison Prentiss and Thomas Jefferson Prentiss. Another was named Henry Clay Prentiss but the family called him Harry.
Great-great-grandparents were: James Prentiss 1793 – 1863 and Margaret Pierce Prentiss 1798 – 1862.
Great-great-great-grandparents were: Zachariah Prentiss and Isabella Galloway Prentiss.
So for one who died so young, there was a long legacy in family history that goes from Jamestown Virginia, to Sevier County Tennessee, to Shelby County Alabama, through Muscle Shoals Alabama, and on to Prentiss County and Tippah County, Mississippi.
- Old photos and old memories… (rememberingtheshoals.wordpress.com)
what a combination. This is an old photo of Muscle Shoals, Alabama. Someone online referred to this studio and the town being out in the sticks and was incredulous that ‘stars’ would have recorded there. I wonder where they were from.
Fame Recording is in the photo. There is a car wash. A convenience store appears on the left. Does anyone remember the names of the businesses? This was a trip down Memory Lane.
with time to spare. Here is Leanna Reed Clemmons’ story on her breast cancer survival and her courageous fight every step of the way:
Waiting for the results of my biopsy seemed to take forever even though it was just one day. I knew by the way the technician looked at my breast as she was doing the mammogram the week before, there was a reason to be concerned.
The phone rang and Dr. Deselle confirmed it. Cancer. He immediately wanted to schedule me for a lumpectomy within a matter of days however I wanted to get a 2nd opinion. I met with the same doctor that treated me for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma when I was 19 years old, and she referred me to Birmingham. I know a lot of people think very highly of Kirklin Clinic, however I am not one of those people. I feel like they dropped the ball with me. I spent a total of 5 weeks having tests done, biopsies, meetings with doctors, scans, etc.. and never got a treatment plan in place. Finally, I met with a team of doctors and got news that was worse than finding out I have cancer. I don’t think anyone is prepared to hear the words, “You have about 3 years left.” This news was given to me with my then 15 year old son sitting within feet away from me. The doctor stood at the door, hand on the doorknob, and hardly looked at me. No surgery. No treatment. Just wanted to send me home and (in their words) “keep me comfortable”.
The ride home, my mind was spinning. How could this be? I feel fine. I look fine. (other than the lump in my breast) I made a phone call to my lifelong best friend, Deana Wilcox, and she let me do nothing but cry uncontrollably in the phone to her. Still to this day, when I think about that phone call, my eyes fill with tears.
So, five weeks have passed at this point and this cancer is still inside me. Growing. My dad makes me an appointment in Nashville at Vanderbilt. They do their own series of tests (oh, and might I add that when I called Kirklin to have my records faxed to Vanderbilt, they said they had no record of me even being a patient of theirs. HUH? WHAT?). I met with Dr. Ingrid Mayer and she sat across from me and looked me dead in the eyes and said:
“Yes, you have an aggressive form of breast cancer. You are Stage IV Triple Negative. Its hard to treat this form since the cancer doesn’t feed off estrogen. Its not going to play nice. We’re not going to play nice either. We are going to fight this aggressively and you might only HAVE three years to live, but… my job is to keep you here long enough to spoil some grand-babies. I don’t believe in putting a time limit on patients. I could walk out of here today and get hit by a car. We just don’t know. What I want to do with you is treatment, surgery, reevaluate and if needed, there are clinical trials we can put you in. We will do everything medically possible to prolong your life, as long as your quality is good.”
That is all I wanted. Someone who was willing to try to save my life. I had only been married to my husband a few years. My son was only 15. I want to watch him graduate, settle into a career, get married, have children…. all the things parents expect to be a part of. So.. now at least there is a plan.
I had surgery to have a port inserted since chemo was a for sure thing. I had 6 months of chemotherapy. Taxol and Cisplatin. We traveled to Nashville once a week for my treatment. I handled it fairly well. It took more of an emotional toll than anything.. losing my hair was extremely difficult and something I struggle with even still. I still have neuropathy in my feet & toes and recently started having trouble with lymphedema, from having lymphnodes removed during my bilateral mastectomy.
Since I am Stage IV, I have to repeat PET scans every 6 weeks to make sure the spot on my spine and kidney are “behaving”. If anything changes with them, then its back on chemo I go. I am scheduled for reconstruction in January. It will be a big surgery. 10 hours. They are taking the tissue from my stomach area and moving it up to make boobs. Hello tummy tuck! (lol)
I have learned a lot over the past year. Most of all, that God has a plan for each of us and I have decided to make each day count.
I created a video of the past year, and also included some other things I have learned. I am always open to helping those that are faced with this horrible news, whether it is guiding them in the steps they need to take medically, or just an ear to listen. Cancer not only takes its toll on us physically, but emotionally as well.
*Those you think will be there for you, won’t.
*Those you didn’t think would be there for you, will.
*Chemo is no joke, and as well as I did with it, I still had some pretty rough days.
*I never knew how much my hair meant to me until I lost it.
*I never knew how important my breast were until they were gone.
*My husband is the most amazing person I know.. he has dealt with my ups and downs and I can’t imagine how hard this has all been on him.
*I’ve lost friends, but I’ve gained friends. Thankfully I have gained more than I lost.
*I’ve laughed as much as I’ve cried.
*It’s hard to watch everybody carry on “business as usual” when you’re struggling to make it through the day.
*No matter how many times you go, you never get used to the smell & taste of Heparin.
*I never know when I’ll wake up with numb toes, but I am thankful that at least I’m waking up.
*Very few things made me forget why I had to make a trip to Vanderbilt Breast Center.. but a “girls trip” was one of those things.
*Snuggles from a pit bull ( or TWO ) always make me feel better.
*Visits from my best friend, Deana, always make me feel better.
*No matter what kind of “friend drama” may be going on, at the end of the day, as long as I have my son and my husband- I’m good.
*Cancer can destroy so much of a person, but it can also show you what you’re made of. I found out I am a lot stronger than I thought I was.
*I haven’t given enough credit to my husband, who has taken over household responsibilities, made sure I stayed on schedule with my medications, pampered me when I probably needed a good smack in the mouth (lol), got in the shower with me while fully clothed to help move stupid drains out of the way after my surgery, held on during all my emotional roller-coaster days, and never had a negative word to say. In the midst of me falling apart, he was there to hold me together and never complained, but constantly told me how beautiful and strong I was when I felt just the opposite.
*While its rare for a teenager to think about someone other than themselves, Jordan tweaked his social life quite a bit so he could stay home with me when I didn’t feel good. I have done something right in raising that boy.. he has one of the most caring hearts I’ve ever seen.
*Its no fun to sleep in a recliner for a month.
*When your hair starts to grow, the wig has to go. (it starts to slip and slide… lol)
*Ports are a god-send.
*If I help one person, then getting on 10 people’s nerves is worth it.
*I’m thankful for the many texts, chats, phone calls, etc.. to and from people I’ve never met in person, but have an unbreakable bond with. Funny how you can be comfortable talking to someone you don’t know, only because they have experienced the same things you have.
*Its ok to cry, its ok to be scared.. but its not ok to give up.
Leanna Reed Clemmons, a Shoals Survivor
those Peebles’ hands. I like to think that I carry a little bit of Gran around with me as I too have those hands. I have often wondered who gave those hands to Gran (Robert Duncan Peebles) and how many generations they go back. There are many of us who have those hands. I could name a few: mother,
Ellen,me, Gran, Rayburn, Sandra, and Chad. I never notice them on anyone else, but with age I have learned that they are a symbol of strength and so
what if jewelry and nail polish could never make them look more ladylike – every time I look at my hands I remember. I remember Gran. Gran as stated before was one who when he died left each and every grandchild believing that he/she was his favorite. And I consider that a great accomplishment.
Chad Peebles has those hands, as does his Dad. Chad is right now using those hands to grasp those big bullets (I guess they are actually grenades) and load them into those pop guns that could cause someone to meet Allah sooner than they may wish to ordinarily. He is a Marine, our favorite Marine, currently serving this country that we so love. His father, Anthony Peebles, served in the military and was one of those who went to Grenada; he is another of my heroes. And sure as God made little green apples, he would druther, if he had his druthers, be home holding those he loves in those Peebles hands attached to those Peebles arms.
One of Chad’s sisters, Beth, cross-stitched the following poem about her Daddy’s hands many years ago. It describes those Peebles’ hands pretty well, I think.
I remember Daddy’s hands folded silently in prayer,
And reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story in the calluses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.I remember Daddy’s hands, How they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back for something I’d done right.
There are things I’ve forgotten that I loved about that man,
But I’ll always remember the love in Daddy’s hands.Daddy’s hands, were soft and kind when I was crying.
Daddy’s hands, were hard as steel when I’d done wrong.
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle,
But I’ve come to understand,
There was always love in Daddy’s hands.I remember Daddy’s hands working till they bled,
Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I’d live my life again,
And never take for granted the love in Daddy’s hands
~ Unknown author
Godspeed Chad Peebles. Thank you for your service to our country. Your family anxiously awaits your return and the return of all those brave boys and girls who are serving in the military. I would wager to say that there will be a lot of those Peebles’ hands waiting to shake your Peebles’ hands when you get home.
we gather together to ask the Lord’s blessings. Thirty-eight years ago today. Sandra Gail Peebles and Douglas Aaron Pullen became husband and wife. And they have lived happily everafter. Mother clipped this from the paper 38 years ago. You can still see her scissor marks. Happy Anniversary Sandra and Doug Pullen.
You know that sinking feeling you get in your gut while standing on the edge of a cliff? Yeah, that one. Hold that thought.
Now, imagine that you have just been told to step off…………..
There is nothing but air. You will surely fall and die.
I am the oldest of five children. Born and raised in a time when you never worried about your children playing outside, as a matter of fact, none of us ever considered staying inside on a beautiful day.
A bicycle was the accepted mode of transportation. Designer jeans were not an issue. No cell phones for distraction.
You had everything you needed…your best friend and a dollar for a drink and a honey bun at the store.
You went to Church on Sunday, and Mom never had to make us go. Our attendance was expected.
Life never got much more complicated than that.
Our family has been abundantly blessed with good health. Grandparents lived to ripe old ages, after living a full and happy life.
The closest I had ever come to cancer was a paternal aunt with Breast Cancer. It was so long ago, that I barely remembered it.
Then it happened. The diagnosis. The surgery. The recovery. The acceptance. The establishment of “new normal.”
To rebuild your life after the beast enters is not the easiest thing to do. I did what I had to do. It never occurred to me to give up, to not do what I had determined I would do and be in my life.
But.. my precious family still had to deal.
Looking back, I can see that each of them dealt with the beast in their own way.
My brothers and sisters have always known and still do, that I am here for them. They can talk to me about anything. Sometimes I give good advice, and sometimes I just listen.
But I’ve always been here.
Now they had to face the possibility that I may not “be here”
I know they love me. I never doubt that, just as they know I love them. We have and will always love each other.
If you know my family, you know these truths..
1. We are affectionate.
We love one another and are not afraid to show it. Hugging is acceptable. Kissing is optional.
2. We are loyal.
All for one and one for all.
3. We are always and I mean always here for each other.
No one has to go through troubles alone, not with the Peebles Clan.
4. We are LOUD!
I know, but the truth is what it is. I have watched many videos of us at family gatherings and the volume has to be turned down.
Like my daughter Shelley says, “It’s the only way to be heard in this family, to get louder than others.”
My family is very important to me. I was taught that you “took care” of the little ones. And I did that.
I have been told, I did it so well, that I would take their punishment for them.
Now before you get all “well she is just bragging” on me, wait a second…
I was only a little girl, and I certainly don’t remember doing it…….so it’s not as noble as it sounds. But… I would do it today in a heartbeat.
Just as they would for me.
But the beast was one enemy that they couldn’t fight for me. That one had to be dealt with one on one
.Man to man.
Beast to SURVIVOR
Every brother, every sister that I have would have fought the beast for me. I know that, if they could they would have gladly done what ever it took to get me through the battle with the beast.
But in life, there are some battles that are meant to be fought alone. The only help you have or will ever have is HIM.
And that is all a warrior needs in a battle of any kind is HIM.
Please never think that I am better than any other survivor out there. I never felt special or singled out for any special or divine purpose.
I was just a working mother, with a life that I loved and a family that I loved.
Battling a beast as strong as cancer was not on my life’s agenda. Or so I thought. Now, looking back, I realize that it is exactly what I was supposed to do and be.
It is a time of my life of wonderful lessons.
Lessons learned and hopefully taught to others through my struggles of how life can be lived. And that the beast doesn’t always win.
Most of the time it wins, but there are those times that we can look at with new hope, new faith, new strength. Those are the times that we should strive for whether dealing with cancer or with the jerk who cut you off on Woodward Avenue.
Those times when you know you are loved, you know you are strong, you know you are the “best you can be”
You just know !
And if the battle with the beast is lost………………………..
Well, to be absent here is to be present……………where???
That is the question.
I love my family, they love me.
There are just no givens in life. No certain outcomes. No promise of another day. No guarantee that what you want is what you’ll get. Not one of us is guaranteed our next breathe.
But you are promised an eternity. Time without end.
A wonderful alternative to the beast
Eternity, what a lovely word
The next lesson I learned from cancer, and every day life is this.
Family is the heart of the matter
We don’t get to choose them. They are GIVEN to us. I love that idea!! This group of people were chosen just for me. This Mother, this Father and these brothers and sisters are mine.
There is no one in the world who has a family like mine. The unique personalities and bond that we share is not so common these days.
You are truly my foundation.
Family…. The Heart of the Matter.
- Dear Cancer, (rockstarronan.com)
- Sporadic Thoughts on Cancer (and more than you ever wanted to know about a certain procedure) (mikedellosso.wordpress.com)
- Things I Learned from Cancer 101 (1) (rememberingtheshoals.wordpress.com)
- Things I Learned from Cancer 101 (2) (rememberingtheshoals.wordpress.com)
- Things I Learned from Cancer 101 (3) (rememberingtheshoals.wordpress.com)
- Things I Learned from Cancer 101 (4) (rememberingtheshoals.wordpress.com)
- Things I Learned from Cancer 101 (5) (rememberingtheshoals.wordpress.com)
- Things I Learned from Cancer 101 (6) (rememberingtheshoals.wordpress.com)
- Things I Learned from Cancer 101 (7) (rememberingtheshoals.wordpress.com)
- Things I Learned from Cancer 101 (8) (rememberingtheshoals.wordpress.com)
Please see to it that these beautiful little girls and young women see themselves in this Power Point Presentation.
Click on the link above. A dialogue box will come up that asks do you want to Open or Save the file.
- Click Open
- click on the tab SLIDE SHOW
- at top left where it says Start Slide Show, click at the FROM THE BEGINNING
- should it just sit there, then nudge it with your scroll button just a little
- it should run automatically once you get it started
If you wish to save it, you may, but you would have to have Microsoft Power Point to play it.
When we mess up, immediately, we seek an excuse. We’re only human. How many times have you heard that? Or said it yourself?
To be human is sort of a given, I mean, I doubt you could be anything else, right?
But to be human is not an excuse for mistakes. One mistake is just that, a mistake……….but the second time you make the same mistake, it has become a choice.
Most of the time, our choices are good ones. To go to the best college, who to marry, which dress to wear…….Roll Tide or War Eagle.
I heard once…”I’d rather die than to take any more chemotherapy”
WHAT???? Are you crazy?
Now, I understand. It becomes a choice of quality over quantity. So often choices we make are selfish, made with ourselves as the number one consideration.
When it comes to a child with cancer, decisions become much harder to make. ” Well, there is no decision to be made. I want my child healthy and whole, no matter what the cost.”
We all do.
It’s our job as a parent, to want the best for our children and set out to obtain it. But what if the best is painful? During Austin‘s treatments, I remember Aaron, my son casually mentioning a slight irritation with his wife, Allison.
Now being the mother that I am and that my children know me to be, I wanted to get defensive and take his side. But instead I found myself saying…”Don’t tell me about arguments because you are mine, and I love you. I will always take your side, but………….you are not always going to be right.
Our heavenly Father is the same way after all, He is where we learn it. He is always on our side, even if and when we are not right, but yet He loves us.
The best for Austin was three years of Chemotherapy and oral medicines. On a particularly difficult day, we tried to give Austin his chemo med in pill form. Every single time, he would throw it right back up. We knew how desperately he needed this medicine and we were desperate to get it down. We tried, water, milk, cool aid, holding his nose, a syringe. Nothing worked.
I asked Allison to go and call the Doctor and ask if we could get this medicine in a liquid form. Maybe we could get it down and it would be easier for him. By this time we were all in tears and Austin was exhausted.
Allison returned. Her face pale and tired. She looked that way a lot for those three years. She never stopped. Not once did she say, “I quit” She was strong and knew that she had to be for her son. That’s what we mothers do
“What did he say” I asked “It doesn’t come in liquid form” she replied. “Well why not? Don’t they know how hard it is for a two year old to swallow a pill?” “I asked him the same question. He just said that it doesn’t come in liquid form because, babies aren’t supposed to get cancer.”
Oh my poor baby! My heart ached those three years for him. My own cancer was never as painful to me as his was for me.
Nothing about that time is pleasant for me to remember.
Nothing about that time is happy for any of us. But I will tell you this…. I love that boy! He is special in more ways than one.
The innocence of childhood protected him and insulated his little mind from so much. He doesn’t remember some of it, he was only a baby. But he does know the way to St. Jude. If he is in the car and see’s his surroundings, he can tell you really quick, ” I don’t wanna go to St. Jude!”
Aren’t we all the same? I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna! I don’t want to have to deal with cancer, it is physically and emotionally painful. Well, guess what? Put on your big girl panties and deal with it!! That is one place, one circumstance that you have NO choice.
You know what, if I find out there was a choice about this cancer business, I’m gonna really be pissed!!! I had no choice, Austin had no choice. Not about cancer, not about treatment.
The beast. I hate the beast! I wish IT would get cancer and die!!
Now, having said all of that, I want you to know………the next thing cancer taught me is that life is about choices……..good ones, bad ones, ones we didn’t make, all of them come together to make us who we are.
But, the most important thing to remember about your choices is this……………they always affect some one else. We don’t get to be selfish all the time. Our actions, though our own, affect the people around us. Whether for better or worse.
I choose to be happy, never trusting any one else with such an important part of my life. My happiness. It’s all up to me. You see GOD gives us that choice to make. HE doesn’t coerce us, or force us to love him.
My earthly father has never forced me to love him, I just do! I don’t question that love, it’s just there.
All I have to do is love him back.
And I choose to do just that…………..love him back
I choose life, happiness and most of all………..My Saviour
Choice……..means one of a number of things from which only one can be chosen
I did, and I didn’t need cancer to teach me that, I already knew that!!!
Click the title above “Little Miss Trojan 2011” to access the Remembering the Shoals slide show of the event in photo format.
Lessees and squatters on the lands of the native americans were numerous. Among them were several lines of our families. The petition against the removal from lands of Double Head Reserve follows. Even though no date is known of when the petition was drawn up, it would seem that the year would have been 1810. It was received in Washington DC in December 1810.The locale of these petitioners seems to have been in the northwest section of what would become the
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