by
Billy Whitehead
As I was reading in some Whitehead articles I came upon some genealogy notes. This got me to thinking about how I got into my family research.
For an introduction: Who am I? I am William Edward Whitehead, born July 24, 1945 to Joe Weaver Whitehead and Gladys Waldine Kent. Joe's father is Charlie W. Whitehead and his mother is Ira Bell Womble. Charlie and Ira Bell were married about 1916. Soon to follow were; Lottie Bell Whitehead born January 16, 1917,who married Russell Hill, Charles Benford born March 31, 1919, who married Lillie Mae Garrard and Joe Weaver Whitehead born March 10, 1921. Charlie took sick with appendicitis while working for Jimmy T. Ingram. He went to Dr. Clem Kirk who told him that he could fix him up with surgery. Charlie feared the surgery and refused. A few weeks later he died, January 14, 1921. Joe was born March 10, 1921. About four years after Charlie's death She married Willie Vester Stokes. This explained it for me but there were just too many blank spaces I had to fill in.
Am I a genealogist? Naaa, I ain't gonna go that far. I just love the challenge of finding pieces of my family to see who they are.
During my younger years I remember wondering how a family with the name Whitehead came out of Kent, my mothers folks name, and Stokes, my dad Joe Whitehead, mothers name. I remember how it befuddled me to no end wondering how this could be. There came a time that I asked my dad how it was that his mother was a Stokes and mothers folks were
In the early 1970's I was at dad's home when I heard him refer to "Cudden Edna." I knew that cudden Edna was Edna Bea Haggard. I ask, "How are yall cousins?" He said that he did not know. He said that all he knew was that his grandfather, Joshua, was married three times and Edna was from one of the other wives. I did ask who his grandmother was to which he said that she was named Mary and that he never knew her. I then told him that we could go to Edna Bea and ask her.
The next day we drove to Brooksville to see Edna Bea Allen and Lidia Fulton. When ask how they were kin she began explaining it then she told Lidia to go get the paper that Bill gave them. She explained that Bill Thompson had done this research for a school project. From that I could then see that Joshua Whitehead was married three times but nothing like I had imagined. Of course there was now many other new kids and relations to fill in. Why, I was not even in it!
I decided to fill these spaces in. What then came about was many more papers filled with names and relations but to my surprise there were many more gaps that I had to dig out. I then decided that I needed to learn more about this thing I had found to be family research or genealogy!
Somehow I came on to the address of Bula Mae Young in
By now I had a notebook with about 100 pages (Just started huh.) As I got good information I put it in another notebook. When I found a good tidbit it was exciting. For instance, I found a passport from
One day my son, Joe, came in with a new computer. He ask me if I would like his old one. You can bet I did. Vision of simplifying my researching with this great tool leaped into my head. I got online and started hunting. One of the first sited was when I typed in "Whitehead Family." Up popped a name I never heard of but lets see what he has. I clicked and there was a newsletter with "our
Lately I have been still filling in blanks. Where is James Whitehead buried. I found him in
I have decided that my task will never be complete as when I get one thing finished I look around and there is another to look into.
1 comment:
As I read this I too remember these stories being told. My dad was a real joker. He was also a man that was well loved. He would go out of his way to help anyone. I can remember old ladies in the county that did not have anyone to do for would call him to come pick up animals that had gotten hit or to help with things that needed to be done.
As for the head shot. The rest of the story is that momma would not let them into the house because she thought they had gotten drunk. She told them that she smelled alcohol and they could just leave. Slim finally convinced her that it was the meds that she was smelling. She ran her hand out the front door to feel his head. Once she felt the bandage she jerked him into the house.
Martha
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