Monday, March 2, 2015

Eugenia Mandeville: Haunting the Mansion on Maple Street

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A few months ago my family and I took a little trip down to Carrollton, Georgia. We needed a little get away, I love to do research and my husband's a photographer-so we generally find something interesting everywhere we go! While doing a little research before taking off for Carrollton, I stumbled across a Facebook group of people making a plea to save a beautiful old victorian home in Carrollton.  No Demo for the Maple Street Mansion  had post after post of local citizens telling stories of their past experiences with this beautiful home, which was crumbling into disrepair and facing being leveled soon. It seems nobody wanted it torn down. The home was built for the Mandeville family in 1890. Complete with a turret, exquisite hand-crafted gingerbread trim, and a huge entryway with an impressive grand staircase, this home is a perfect example of Victorian architecture. After reading all of the passionate stories of why this home shouldn't be destroyed, I knew I must do more research and visit.
The turret of the Mandeville Home

I found out that this home was actually connected to my family that I planned to research while in Carrollton. Eugenia Mandeville Long was my connection to this exquisite piece of history, making all of the details about it even more valuable to me. I discovered the rumor that a young woman, probably around eighteen years old, reportedly took her own life sometime years ago by throwing herself from one of the third floor rooms. This woman was said to be named Eugenia. Before finding out more about Eugenia, and if this story of her apparent suicide was true, I dove head first into finding out about L.C. Mandeville, and the building of the Mansion on Maple Street.
L. C. Mandeville or Leroy Clifton Mandeville was the seventh of ten children born to Appleton and Mary Stewart Mandeville. Born in 1851 in Carrollton, Georgia, L.C. Mandeville was born to privilege, as his father was a successful mercantile owner in Carrollton. He eventually opened Mandeville Textile Mills, providing thousands of local citizens with employment. L.C. Mandeville would become Mayor of Carrollton, and was known as one of its finest citizens. He and his wife, Carrie Richardson Mandeville, would build their Maple Street Mansion from land given to them by L.C's father Appleton Mandeville around 1890. They would raise their family, six children, three boys and three girls, in that beautiful gingerbread covered victorian beauty.  It's nice to imagine how the house looked during that time, the life of privilege the Mandeville's lived and what their activities were during their day to day life. 
L.C. Mandeville Family of the Maple Street Mansion

The L.C. Mandeville family, above: front row: Mom Carrie Richardson Mandeville, Emma, Father Leroy Clifton Sr, Leroy Clifton jr. Back row: Eleanor, Eugenia and Nell. 

I discovered something interesting when researching the construction of The Mansion on Maple Street. When L.C Mandeville built his home, it was right next door to his family home. Appleton Mandeville, L.C.'s father, migrated to Carrollton from New York as one of the city's earliest pioneers. He eventually became an important local merchant and was a well-known and beloved citizen of the city. When his bride, Mary Ann Stewart Mandeville became melancholy because she was missing her home back in Vermont, Appleton quickly attempted to resolve the issue. He had a plethora of Maple trees shipped to Carrollton and planted up and down the street where the family resided-hence the name Maple Street. 
So, now back to my discovery...there were two Eugenia Mandeville's! Both Appleton Mandeville, as well as his son L.C., had daughters named Eugenia. Whether true or not, the ghost story surrounding The Mansion on Maple Street was about a Eugenia. Eugenia Mandeville could be from each generation, as it seems now that both Mandeville homes were on the same property. The Appleton Mandeville home sat just to the right of the Mansion on Maple Street, which was built by his son L.C. Mandeville.
Photo from No Demo for the Mansion on Maple Street Facebbok

The picture above is from the No Demo for the Mansion on Maple Street facebook page, and it shows the haze reported by people from the third floor upstairs window. Many people reportedly have seen what they believe to be a young woman gazing down from this window, and they believe her to be Eugenia. 
To begin unraveling this mystery, I started with the Eugenia that I have been able to connect to my own family. Born in 1854, Eugenia Mandeville Long was the seventh of ten children born to Appleton and Mary Ann Stewart Mandeville. She grew up on the same property as the Maple Street Mansion. 
Eugenia Mandeville #1
Eugenia Mandeville, above, would marry Edgar Long in 1878 at the age of 24. They would start their lives together in wedded bliss and shortly after marrying have their first child, Eugene Mandeville Long, in 1880. The following year Eugenia would give birth to a second son, Rufus Samson Long. Shortly afterward, still a newlywed, mother to a newborn and another son under two, at only twenty seven years of age, Eugenia Mandeville Long would die, probably from complications from childbirth. It just doesn't get much sadder than the mother of a newborn, still in her own youth, dying. I'm sure her husband Edgar was lost, knowing he had two sons under two to raise, without the partnership, love and commitment of his beloved Eugenia. The Mandeville family were also undoubtedly grief stricken. They had two tragedies occur only one month apart in 1861, losing eldest son Patrick to the brutality of the Civil War and sixteen year old daughter Stella to typhoid fever. Twenty years had passed since those tragedies, and was just enough time for the Mandeville's to begin to learn to enjoy family life together again after these terrible losses. Could this be the ghost seen in the Maple Street Mansion windows by locals? Maybe Eugenia is looking for her babies, or Edgar, or wondering where the original mansion built by  Appleton Mandeville has gone. Eugenia has every reason to haunt.
Could the ghost of Eugenia be similar to the one in the turret above?

Now for the second Eugenia.  This Eugenia was born twenty four years later, and is actually the niece of the first Eugenia in this article. The second Eugenia, Eugenia Mandeville Watkins, was the daughter of Leroy Clifton Mandeville. As I stated earlier, L.C. Mandeville was owner of the Mandeville Textile Mills, prior Mayor of Carrollton and an extremely wealthy businessman. L.C. was also the builder of The Mansion on Maple Street, where Eugenia Mandeville Watkins, his first born daughter, was born and raised. This Eugenia was raised in an even more prestigious way, attending the finest schools, being featured often in the social section of "The Atlanta Constitution", and traveling abroad. Eugenia Mandeville was raised with the finest, and her engagement, bridal parties bridal showers and wedding were no exception. 
Eugenia Mandeville #2
When Eugenia, above, became engaged to Homer Watkins, her impending wedding was highly publicized. Party after party and showers galore for the bride to be were in the Atlanta papers almost weekly.
And another.....

Although Eugenia was the eldest of the children of L.C. Mandeville, she was the last to marry, and the first to die. This obituary appeared in the Atlanta Constitiution on 1915.

What happened to this second Eugenia Mandeville? What illness could a newlywed woman suddenly have that would cause death so suddenly? Surely the community of Carrollton, Eugenia's new husband, her family, as well as all of the well-wishers present at the showers and parties for Eugenia and Homer were shocked. Surely there were questions? Could it be that Eugenia contracted Tuberculosis or pneumonia? Was her new groom and new life nothing like she expected? We will never know.
So there are the facts. There isn't one Eugenia, but two. 
Does the haunting of the Maple Street Mansion continue?

Thursday, February 12, 2015

The case of the missing Leonidas: A Genealogical Mystery Solved

Leonidas-what an incredible name. Any Mother who names her baby Leonidas, undoubtedly has huge aspirations for his life.

Paintng of King Leonidas that hangs in the Louvre in Paris
Meaning and History:
From Greek λεων (leon) "lion". Leonidas was a Spartan king of the 5th century BC who sacrificed his life defending the pass of Thermopylae from the Persians. This was also the name of a 3rd-century saint and martyr, the father of Origin, from Alexandria. Like a Lion.
Statue in Greece of Leonidas
King Leonidas was quite the guy, he even has his very own statue in Thermopylae, Greece. He is credited with leading the Spartans in their valiant fight with the Persians. All accounts say that despite the fact the Spartans lost, Leonidas sacrificed his life in the effort. His image has been captured in art, music and literature for centuries.
I was excited to find out that Leonidas was the name of my second great grand uncle, Leonidas Melvin Pentecost. I can imagine my third Great Grandmother, Polly Pentecost, sitting in her hospital bed, looking down into the face of her newborn son and proclaiming, hand and head lifted and gazing towards the heavens, "this child shall be known as Leonidas."  It's quite the "Lion King" moment. The offspring of pioneers, Leonidas  was born in Winder, Jackson, Georgia in 1823, The event of his birth was definitely a source of joy and pride for the young Pentecost family. The only problem with this vision is that Polly Pentecost gave birth to little Leonidas, the third of seven Pentecost boys, in a primitive log cabin in Georgia, and not a modern hospital, not under the most hygienic, private or safe of circumstances.  Surely she and my third great grandfather, John Wesley Pentecost, were thrilled with the gift of another healthy baby boy, and the promise that their lineage would flourish. Whether they knew the story of the Spartan King Leonidas or not, is unknown. (You can read about it at ) What they did know is that they had big dreams for their family, and this newborn son. Would Leonidas Pentecost fulfill the destiny of such a heroic name?
Leonidas Melvin Pentecost would become somewhat of a mystery, but would no doubt fulfill the definition of his name. My genealogist grandparents, Frank and Louise Hay Pentecost, who I've written about on many occasions, would study Leonidas life. Leonidas was one of eight Pentecost brothers. The Pentecost family, led a successful life, with their family home being located on the stage stop in Newnan, Georgia. They ran a profitable mercantile business and from what the census shows, somewhat of a primitive hotel for travelers. John Wesley was a veteran of the war of 1812, and leader during the Creek uprising of 1836. Upon his return from the latter conflict, John Wesley would fall ill and die shortly after his return home, most likely from his injuries. He left behind a wife and eight sons, the youngest, my great, great grandfather, Milford Eugene Pentecost,(you can read about Milford here) had not yet celebrated his third birthday. Nonetheless, brave and beautiful Polly would raise all eight boys, all alone, to adulthood. 
Seven of eight boys fought in the Civil War. Yes, that's correct, SEVEN. Polly would lose two of her sons during that conflict, Most likely breaking her heart. Now, back to Leonidas...Leonidas would graduate in 1855 from Georgia Medical College. 
Red circle shows Leonidas Pentecost name listed as a graduate
As reported by my grandparents in their Pentecost genealogy "There is a Tide Which...", Leonidas would enroll in the "Butler's True Blue's" also know as the 17th Alabama Infantry, Company K in September of 1861, and served valiantly till the end of the civil war. Although no evidence has been found to corroborate,  Leonidas most likely used his skills as a young physician during his time. Battles of Shiloh, Nashville, Franklin and Bentonville were part of the combat seen by the 17th Alabama regiment. In 1865, Leonidas was promoted from Lieutenant to Captain.  Nonetheless, Leonidas disappeared after the war, from all accounts, he never returned home to Polly and Georgia and his remaining brothers. He was assumed dead. 
Roster for Leonidas Pentecost
But alas, Dr. Leonidas M. Pentecost was not dead. Although he lived only a few more years, until 1867, Leonidas set up a new home and worked as a physician in Greenville, Alabama following the Civil war.  How do I know this? Because Leonidas is buried in Greenville, in what is now called Pioneer Cemetery-below is a record on file in the Cemetery office:
Burial Record

So, Leonidas fulfilled the aspirations his bold name offered-he lived the life of a lion, a Greek God, a warrior.He became a doctor, he served valiantly throughout the entire civil war, most likely providing medical care to his fellow soldiers.  However, why did Leonidas go to Greenville? This is a new mystery, and perhaps the stuff legends are made of...
Gate to Pioneer Cemetery, where Leonidas is buried 

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Battle of Franklin Reenactment 150th Anniversary

My husband Rob took this fantastic picture during the Battle of Franklin Reenactment last week. I just had to share a few he's finished editing-needless to say, I'm a big fan! 
Robs really great at capturing the emotion of different moments...

Like this Union Soldier, awaiting the Battle.
These southern belles just happened to be gathered in the front yard of Carnton Plantation. Exquisite. I've decided to buy one of these outfits to wear to next years reenactment.
So gorgeous-the Union troops entering the Eastern Flank Battlefield on the grounds of the Carnton Plantation in Franklin, Tennessee.
Another one of the faces of the Union Soldiers...

A lady in beautiful mourning wear...
A lone cannon with the American flag
A confederate reenactor-the authenticity of the efforts of these men made this experience so wonderful for us. We can't wait to attend our next reenactment now!
This picture Rob took of these  Union soldiers was taken in the very realistic campsite.
General Grant was just perfect
I love this picture, and I'm just thrilled that this reenactor was kind enough to play it up for the camera. Great job on capturing this look Rob.
Last, but not least-Honest Abe. This guy truly made you feel like you were standing next to President Abraham Lincoln. I'm such a history nerd, it made me weak in the knees. I said last, but that was just for the pictures Rob meticulously labored over. This one below, he also took, but it was on my phone. Of course, this made my day. 
You can check back here for more postings about the Battle of Franklin 150th anniversary event photos. If you'd like to see more of my husbands photography, you can check him out on Facebook under Rob Clutsam Photography.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Clouston Hall Sampler Found

Clouston Hall, located in Franklin, Tennessee was the home to Margarett A. Clouston, who lived to be 92 years old. Her father,Edward Graham Clouston, local dry goods store owner and druggist, had the federal style  home designed for his family in 1821 by Joseph Reiff.  Margarett was born only three years later on June 21, 1824. The Tennessee Sampler Survey website has a brief biography of Margarett:
Margaret Ann Clouston (1824-1916) had easy access to embroidery supplies as her father, Edward G. Clouston, owned a dry goods store which advertised “an Assortment of Fancy Goods” including silks, merinos, and Irish linens. Margaret received her education at the Franklin Female Academy.
The site goes on to describe Margarett's recently found sampler:
Margaret's sampler represents a transition from the earlier silk samplers to the wool samplers of the mid 19th Century. Her choice of borders includes queen stitched strawberries, an ancient pattern that can be found on 16th Century English needlework.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Governess of Carnton: A Confederate Love Story

Carnton Plantation in Franklin, Tennessee
She walked through the halls of Carnton Plantation House amongst the cries of wounded and dying soldiers, blood soaked skirts skimming the floors. She sat by the bedsides of men, seeing them slowly fade away, wiping their brow and writing their final letters to their families, sweethearts, children. The woman that comes to mind here may sound like the focus of Robert Hicks best-selling novel Widow of the South, Caroline "Carrie" Winder McGavock. However, there was more than one important heroine with a love story attached at Carnton Plantation when it was made into a field hospital that terrible Indian Summer evening in Franklin, Tennessee when the famed Battle of Franklin ravaged the town.
 Elizabeth Fields Clouston was the governess for the McGavock children who resided at Carnton. The McGavocks, had a total of five children.Only two were still living by the time the war arrived on the front steps of Carnton Plantation. The Mcgavock children, Winder, 7 and Hattie, 9, most certainly could have never realized the carnage which quickly entered their home as it transformed into a field hospital.  It's not completely clear when Elizabeth Clouston would have begun working as the governess to the children, but it's possible it may have been for a few years prior to 1864.
Winder and Hattie Mcgavock
If you know anything at all about The Battle of Franklin, you know it is infamously known as the bloodiest battle of the civil war. In only five short hours, going into the night, 10,000 casualties occurred. Eyewitness accounts claim you couldn't walk across the battlefield without stepping on a soldier, with many piled on top of each other, falling as they were wounded or died. More than 1750 of the dead were confederates, 200 union soldiers. So many were wounded, that 44 homes in Franklin, Tennessee were turned into field hospitals. Over 300 of these wounded men were sent to Carnton Plantation. Before the sun rose the following morning, 150, half of them, had already died. It was a sad and desperate situation, and one the mistress of Carnton, Caroline "Carrie" Winder McGavock handled with grace, empathy and a devotion  that she maintained until she drew her final breath. Carrie is know as the "widow of the south' because of her commitment to not only the soldiers following the battle, but to the maintenance and safe-keeping of their burials until her death. Carrie and her husband John donated two acres of their land at Carnton for the proper burials of the soldiers.
Elizabeth or "Lizzie' Clousten did not achieve fame for her devotion to the soldiers during their dark hours after the battle, although she surely nursed them with all of the steadfast devotion Carrie Mcgavock exhibited. But Lizzie does have a very interesting story. Elizabeth Fields Clouston was born in 1833 in Franklin, Tennessee to Edward and Senia Clouston. Her father had come from Scotland and he owned a dry goods store where he worked as a druggist in Franklin. The Clouston house still exists on beautiful 2nd avenue, a pristine historic street in the downtown area of Franklin, Tennessee.
Clouston Hall in downtown Franklin, Tennessee is now home to an art gallery called Gallery 202.
It was common for a woman of a certain age to be considered an "old maid" if she wasn't married by a certain time in her life. On November 30, 1864, the day of the Battle of Franklin, Lizzie Clouston would have been 31 years old. The mistress of Carnton, Carrie Mcgavock, was only 34. It's possible that Carrie and Lizzie may have been friends as well as employer and employee, since they were so close in age and attended the Franklin Presbyterian Church together. At any rate, evidence of Lizzie being present during the time of the battle of Franklin as experienced at Carnton is very eloquently memorialized in a series of letters penned by a civil war soldier who was taken to Carnton. Captain Roland W. Jones was a member of the 1st Battalion of the Mississippi Sharpshooters, and he was badly injured during the battle. Both arms being broken, and with one leg almost completely shot off, Jones was in bad shape.  Lizzie Clouston nursed Jones back to health, and he was the very last soldier to leave the Mcgavock home. During this time together, Clouston and Jones fell deeply in love, as evidenced by this excerpt of a letter he wrote to her from the hospital in Nashville:
"Four days have elapsed since we left Franklin and we are still prisoners. It is a short period of time, yet the anxiety and suspence of years seems concentrated in it. Those and only those that love deeply and devotedly can fully appreciate the torture of being separated from those that are dearer far to them than life itself, and they, only after they have been tutored by recesses of my heart and see how fully and entirely its every throb and impulse are your own. In the language of the infatuated Hargrove, I think of the Sacred Past of those I love, and every form and face is that of one whose image is engraved indelibly on the tablets of my heart. I am often in imagination transported back to Col. McGavocks and fancy that I am rested in the Hall watching with restless impatience for the appearance of her who is dearer to me than the whole world beside. Such pleasing defusions are short lived however and sober reason whispers that inexorable fate has decreed that prison walls shall for a time separate us.
I console myself with the reflection that this state of things will soon be over, and at no distant day, I will be able to claim you as my own, and in exstatic happiness that will then be mine forget all of my past trials and sufferings.  
My Lizzie shall it not be so – I feel assured that no effort of yours will be wanting to bring so desirable a result."
Captain Roland W. Jones met Lizzie Clouston at Carnton while the home served as a field hospital.

 It's apparent from the loving words in this letter, that Jones was sweeping Clouston off of her feet, after falling head over heels in love. His hopes for the future were obviously being thrown off course by the fact that he was being held prisoner by the Federals in Hospital number 2 in Nashville. Before the civil war broke out, Jones had been a very wealthy plantation owner in Yalobusha County, Missisippi. Having married Elizabeth Hairston in 1852, she had passed away shortly after the birth of their child in 1862. Meeting Clouston was probably a godsend to Jones, knowing he would most likely face going back to a life that had quickly been snuffed out by the brutality of the times.
Lizzie Clouston and Roland Jones were married on December 14, 1865, only two weeks past the one year anniversary of the battle of Franklin. The affair had to be a joyous one for the Clouston family, as it most likely signified the end of a terrible chapter for Franklin, Tennessee. The Clouston-Jones union also was the first marraige of the four oldest Clouston daughters. Lizzie would go back to Roland's Yalobusha County, Mississippi plantation to live, They had two children,  Maria Louise Jones in 1868 and Carrie Mcgavock Jones in 1869. Evidently, their second child, Carrie McGavock Jones, was named for the mistress of Carnton, an indication of  Lizzie's admiration for her former employer. Unfortunately, shortly after the birth of Carrie Mcgavock Jones, Lizzie died. Probably as a result of complications from childbirth.
The letters Roland wrote to Lizzie will be forever immortalized, and because of their preservation, Lizzie will be a young and beautiful civil war heroine forever. Lizzie died at only 37 years old. She left behind two young daughters, an already grieving husband and a devastated family in Franklin, Tennessee.
February 13, 1872 Captain Roland W. Jones and Lizzie Clouston's younger sister by fourteen years, Emma Wilson Clouston would marry. They would go on to have two more children, both girls.
Carnton Plantation as seen from the Confederate Cemetery, the largest private one in the United States

Letters written by Captain Roland W. Jones can be viewed at Carnton Plantation in Franklin, Tennessee where their love story began. They are framed and on display within the mansion and can be seen when touring. 

Monday, September 15, 2014

Grandpa Milford's Confederate Certificate

Happenstance. Irony. Call it whatever you like, but what happened to me on the way out to dinner the other night was nothing less than completely amazing. While on a fifteen minute car ride to, of all places, Ruby Tuesday's, I got the urge to google my second great grandfather's name, Milford Eugene Pentecost. Now, I am aware of the fact that it may seem strange to some people that I was searching for family history information on my phone, in the car, with only a couple of minutes of time to spare-but to those history lovers and genealogy obsessed, you get it. The result I came up with was a listing on ebay for Milford's original and framed C.S.A. Confederate Framed Certificate. The listing was out of Paradise Valley, Arizona...and Milford's certificate was going to the highest bidder, with a reserve price of $995. The auction had been over for almost a year, because Captain Pentecost's very rare certificate had already been sold. Here is the photo that accompanied the auction:
As you can see from the photo above, no words are necessary. This, to me, and really any descendant of any soldier, anywhere, is the find of a lifetime. I was beyond excited. Just to have this low quality picture of this document was such a gift to me, knowing that it belonged to my second great grandfather. It occurred to me that maybe, if I were a different sort of person, I might possibly harbor some anger or resentment that this heirloom, which to me was priceless, was being sold by a complete stranger to whatever bidder came up with the highest offer. I don't think you can work on your own genealogy consistently unless, at some junction early on during the infancy of your journey, that you shed yourself of entitlement. I have absolutely no feeling that I am entitled to any information, documents, ephemera or "stuff" associated with any of my family. I was blessed with Paternal Grandparents, Frank and Louise Hay Pentecost, who left me with an extensive and very well-written Pentecost genealogy entitled "There is a Tide Which..." This manuscript was handed down to me personally at a very young age, when my grandparents began to realize  I had inherited their passion for research. There are also copies filed with both the Georgia and Alabama State Archives. My own copy, still in the original green folder, is one of my greatest treasures. It shows their commitment and passion to research, all done in the late sixties and throughout the 1970's and 80's, during a time when finding any information in compiling accurate trees, was almost impossible without extensive travel to courthouses, archives and cemeteries all over the nation. They spent countless hours compiling biographies of as many Pentecost ancestors as they were able using records, but also through interviewing other family members. Below is a photo of Captain Milford Eugene Pentecost handed down to me by my Grandparents. 
Captain Milford Eugene Pentecost, Sr.
Below, is Captain Milford Eugene Pentecost biography, taken from the manuscript written by my Grandparent's:
"Milford Eugene Pentecost, was the eighth and youngest son of John Wesley and Mary Pentecost, was born in Newnan, Coweta County, Georgia, on January 5, 1833. Although he was at home with his mother and brothers in 1850, he later moved to Rome, Georgia, beginning his professional career as factor for a cotton brokerage firm. He was not married at the time of the Civil War, and enlisted in Rome on 23 August 1862 in Captain Van Den Corput's Company of the Cherokee Light Artillery, rated as Quartermaster Sergeant. On 24 January 1863, by order of General Stevenson, he was transferred to Company C, 31st regiment of the Alabama Infantry. He was captured at Vicksburg on 4 July 1863 and later that year was one of a group of exchanged prisoners. He went into winter quarters at Dalton, Georgia, and in the spring of 1864, fought in the campaign through Georgia to the Battle of Atlanta. He was honorably discharged at the time of the surrender in Greensboro, North Carolina. It has been a family legend that Milford Eugene was a witness to the "Great Locomotive Chase" which started at Big Shanty, but if this be the case, he was a civilian onlooker--not having enlisted for many months after the event took place on 12 April 1862.
Milford Eugene Pentecost was married twice; his first wife was Annie Elizabeth (Ella) Alexander, born 20 August, 1844.  They had two children, Annie Elizabeth and Milford Eugene, Jr.  Ella (Alexander) Pentecost died 11 November 1884 and is buried in the family lot in Myrtle Hill Cemetery in Rome, Georgia.  Two years later, Milford Eugene married Nora (Huff) Boyd, a young widow with a small daughter, Mary Boyd. Nora was born in Warrenton, Georgia 17 December 1858, the daughter of Isaac and Icey (Turner) Huff.  Her father had been an outstanding lawyer in Warrenton, and active in political affairs of the region.  He served during the Civil War as 1st Sergeant, Company F, 7th Battalion, Cavalry, of the Georgia State Guards.  Isaac Huff died in 1864 of illness contracted in camp, and Icey died a short time after the close of the war. Nora Huff was taken into the home of her aunt, Mrs. Mary Mandell, an older half sister of Icey.  The Mandell's daughter, Annie, and Nora were near the same age and grew up as almost sisters.  Nora was an intelligent and extremely capable young girl and received her education at Brenau College in Gainsville, Georgia. She taught school for some time before her marriage to R. J. Boyd, a Louisville, Georgia newspaperman.  He was the owner and editor of the Louisville "News & Farmer" and their wedding was one of much magnificence and a notable social event.  Though the newspaper account of their marriage predicted a long and happy marriage, events proved otherwise as Mr. Boyd died within two years, shortly before the birth of their daughter, Mary. Nora resumed her position as a teacher and cousin Annie, by then Mrs. Munnerlyn, cared for little Mary Boyd.  During a summer recess from teaching. Nora made reservations for a vacation at the famous resort hotel in Cave Springs, Georgia.  It was one of the favorite "watering places' of that era, patronized by southerners who went to "take the waters".  She and little Mary arrived at the hotel during a summer thunderstorm and one of the gentleman (who she later described as being very distinguished looking) standing on the gallery of the hotel politely offered to assist her with her luggage and the baby.  She thus became acquainted with Milford Eugene Pentecost.  After her return to Waynesboro, they kept up a correspondence which lead to their marriage in Waynesboro on 10 March 1886.

Milford Eugene Pentecost was commissioner of a cotton warehouse in Rome and it was in this city they lived for the next decade.  In 1886, he was elected President of the Stock Exchange, an affluent and outstanding person in business and social affairs in Rome.  The prosperous business of cotton trading was brought to a standstill only a short time later in the depression which developed during the Cleveland administration, and the whole country suffered severe financial reverses. In 1895, Milford Eugene Pentecost moved his family to Gadsden, Alabama, where he had received an appointment as Justice of the Peace, also holding a position on the local Board of Pensions.  As he grew older, his health declined, he was forced to retire from active business and at the age of seventy-one made application for a Confederate Pension.  The Pension was granted and continued until his death 8 April 1915.  After the death of Milford Eugene, Nora drew a Confederate Widow's Pension.  She had established a very successful magazine agency during the time of their residence in Gadsden and continued her business activities until shortly before her death on 18 November 1934. Milford Eugene and Nora Pentecost are buried in Forrest Cemetery in Gadsden, and with the exception of his daughter, Annie (Pentecost) Macgruder who is buried in Rome's Myrtle Hill Cemetery, all their children are buried near them in the same cemetery."
Beautifully, written, Captain Pentecost would be proud of the elegant words written about his life, and that they have been so generously shared with future generations. I was very blessed to have received a kind response from the ebay seller who had my great grandfathers Certificate for sale. It seems he'd already sold it, but without any hesitation, he shared the name of the buyer. He also went so far as to offer to keep a watch for any other items of the Pentecost family that he may run across, and wished me the best of luck in my quest. The buyer for the certificate was in Cartersville, Georgia. So, Milford had made his way, through his certificate, almost home...from Rome, Georgia, to Gadsden, Alabama to Arizona and now almost full circle back to where it all began in Rome. Quite ironic. Saying a little prayer for this next owner of Milford's certificate to be a kind as the first, I went to work to uncover the mystery of how this treasure ended up in Arizona.
Working under the assumption that the eldest child usually inherits the family photos, documents, etc. I went down through the family tree to Captain Milford Pentecost's oldest son, Milford Eugene Pentecost, Jr. (1875-1960). Now, I recalled that my grandparent's had spoken fondly of Milford Jr. They were both extremely grateful for his willingness to share the family bible, allow them to copy old documents and photos, and especially for his the wonderful memories and family stories.Milford Jr's oldest son was named Milford Morrow Pentecost (1907-1996) and he was born in Gadsden, Alabama  and died in Sun City, Maricopa, Arizona. BINGO! It seems Milford Morrow Pentecost married a Ruth Tuckey, originally from Maricopa, and just as a sidenote, she was a golf pro and President of the Arizona Women's Golf Association in 1960. Milford Morrow passed away in 1996, and at that time, he and Ruth were childless. Ruth died in Oregon, at the age of ninety in 2003. It's easy to see how the certificate most likely fell into the hands of people on the outside of Captain Milford Eugene Pentecost's family, and in Arizona.

I heard back from the buyer who purchased the certificate in Cartersville, Georgia. He was as willing to help as the seller on ebay he purchased it from, but unfortunately he'd sold the certificate almost immediately at a Civil War memorabilia show. I am very grateful for both of these kind men in answering my emails quickly and exhibiting such empathy, and a true willingness to help. It truly was a pleasure speaking with them both.
It is unfortunate that the certificate has once again disappeared, but I have to be very grateful that I got the one photo of it-and that maybe there is a  chance it may reappear again!
Lots of lessons are learned here. The first, and most important, is to make certain important family heirlooms are securely in the hands of family members with a true love for genealogy and preserving the integrity of those heirlooms. Write it in your will, leave a notarized letter with another family member in regards to your wishes, at the very least, label the heirloom with the name of the intended recipient. If you aren't able to do that, pass the item on. At the very least, find out if there is one person in your family with a love for genealogy, and a selfless spirit for photographing, documenting, sharing the item, whatever it may be, with other family members.

The discovery of the existence of this certificate sent me on a very enjoyable and interesting journey, and I look forward to knowing more about Grandpa Milford in the future! I really, really wish I could have known him!

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Fabulous Playhouse Warming Party

I found this absolutely adorable Playhouse House Warming and just had to share it-what an inspiration!   Julie,  at Kinser Event Company  has definitely become one of my favorite blogs!  Julie's husband created this gorgeous Victorian playhouse for their daughter, Hannah, and Julie made the inside look party perfect!  Her daughter Hannah is one lucky little girl!

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Please look at Julie's other fabulous blogs over at Kinser Event Planning!
Look at this adorable playhouse-such a vision!

The inside of this house is so simple, yet elegant.  Perfect for a precious little Princess...

The ribbon-cutting made this event extra special-so sweet!

So gorgeous-so much attention to every little detail!

The food looked soooo good!

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Shabby Chic elegant....

LOVE the cake!!

What a lucky little girl-this Mommy did a great job!  It's beautiful Julie!!!

Once again, this gorgeous playhouse was featured at Kinser Event Company!  Check out her other exquisite ideas-I know I will!