WikiTree Time!

 I really love WikiTree. It is almost time for WikiTree Day Symposium again. I attended last year and I really enjoyed it.  I enjoyed the speakers and did learn a lot. The site is free!   November 1-3.

Register here. 

Took Poison!

 While this may be a sad story to start with, it does have a happy ending. It also brought very good memories to my mind about another matter altogether. But first, let's learn who the article is about, and how he is connected to me. 

The article speaks of George A. Manning. His nephew, John Harvey Manning was married to my great-grandaunt, Roxie Mae Martin. I never met John but knew Aunt Roxie.

I'll let the article tell the first story. As always, the transcript is below.

Took Poison

Prisoner in Jail Came Near Ending His Life.

George A. Manning, who said his home was at Ewing, was found on the street Thursday afternoon very drunk. The marshal arrested him and took him to jail to sober up. Just as council adjourned Thursday night Frank White who was being detained in jail to testify as a witness in another case gave the cry of alarm. Policeman Elrod unlocked the door and White told him that Manning had taken poison and was dying. And his condition then did seem hopeless for he was certainly near death's door.

But Dr. Graessle was right there, having just come down from council meeting, and he administered an antidote and went to work to save Manning's life, if possible. His efforts were successful and in the course of an hour or two he began to get better. Friday morning Manning was up and anxious to leave town though he was feeling pretty sore and very much ashamed. He went to North Vernon where he said he had a brother.

Manning confessed that he had been carrying the poison for a month but never had the nerve to take it before. Why he should have taken it no one knows. There was certainly no good reason for it.

Don't worry about George. He got it together, married and died at 78 of heart disease in Houston, Texas. So, for him, it all turned out ok.

When I read that Dr. Graessle had saved George I was flooded with memories. He is the doctor that delivered me and my brother. I remember my mother taking me to checkups in his office as a child. He would set me up on his big desk and check me out. Then he'd tell me I could get candy from the jar that sat on that desk while he talked to Mother. When we were very ill, he would come to the house and check us out. After he was done with us, he'd sit at the kitchen table with my parents, have a cup of coffee, smoke his pipe and talk. He always had his pipe. My last year in High School I worked as a nurse's aide on weekends at the local hospital. His wife was ill and he would come up to see her all the time. You could smell him coming. He always smoked his pipe, and it was a lovely smell, rich, probably expensive tobacco. I would be busy and suddenly he was right in front of me. When I'd look up he'd say, "Ah, you're Madelyn's daughter!" He always remembered his babies. Everyone loved him. The last time I saw him was in 1973. He died in 1977. His memory lives on. 

Dr. Harold Peter "Bud" Graessle

1893-1977

Sources:

Newspapers.com; Took Poison; The Tribune, Seymour, Indiana; Friday, march 17, 1905; Page 2.

"Indiana Marriages, 1811-2019", , FamilySearch (https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:VZQ1-7SX), Entry for George A Manning and Lucinda Beck, 24 Aug 1895.

"Texas Death Index, 1903-2000," database, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:VZDJ-GXW), George A. Manning, 28 Jul 1940; from "Texas, Death Index, 1903-2000," database, Ancestry (http://www.ancestry.com : 2006); citing certificate number 33226, Harris, Texas, Texas Department of Health, State Vital Statistics Unit, Austin. 

Oh No! He Got Popped!

 I spent a lot of time googling with this one.  Bastardy is just what you'd think it was. I have had a lot of trouble finding anything about a popper. I do believe that it could solve our little gun problem though. 

This story is about a man named Solomon Wineinger. He is not a blood relative, but one of those marry-in types.  Anyway, here is the story from the newspaper from Jackson County, Indiana in 1883. Translation below graphic.

Outwitted and Outrun

Last Friday a warrant was issued by Justice W. L. Boyatt for the arrest of Solomon Wineinger, of Owen Township, who was wanted to answer to a charge of bastardy. It was placed in the hands of Constable George R. Hamilton, who found his game at Ewing and pounced down upon him. While escorting him up to town, Wineinger begged the Constable not to walk so fast, saying he had heart disease and several other ailments, and was liable to fall prostrate at any moment. the pace was therefore slackened until they reached the head of Walnut Street, when quick as lightning Wineinger darted around the corner and started down the old Stilwell ferry road. The Constable followed him and commanded him to stop, and then pulled his little popper and popped away, but heedless of the popping Wineinger flew along with the fleetness of a deer, soon leaving the officer hopelessly in the rear. Since then, nothing has been heard of Wineinger's whereabouts.

Now, in 1883 Solomon was about 35 years old. He had served in the Civil War as a young man. He was not married, so far as I've been able to find. It sounds like this incident is not his first rodeo. I have not found anything to say that he was caught in the end. I'll keep looking, but I know in 1888 he married a Louisa Jane Blythe. Not in Jackson County, by the way. He was next door in Lawrence County. He and Louisa had 8 children, as far as I could find in the neighboring county, but he was buried in Jackson County.

I have searched for a picture of a popper to no avail. I did find a clacker, a rattle and lots of whistles. Seems policing was noisy in that time period. It was also not deadly. Police were respected and respectful. I do think this article makes a case for Family DNA testing.

I bring a little light and truth to an old gangster movie line. 

"Hey boss, you want I should pop him?"

And you thought it meant something else. 

Source: 

*Newspapers.com; Jackson County Banner, Brownstown, Indiana; Thursday, July 5, 1883; Page 4.

*"United States Civil War and Later Pension Index, 1861-1917", FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:NH8R-RML), Solomon Wineinger, 1886.

*Find a Grave, database and images (https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/129055936/solomon-wineinger), memorial page for Solomon Wineinger (4 May 1848–23 Jan 1943), Find a Grave Memorial ID 129055936, citing Mount Zion Cemetery, Medora, Jackson County, Indiana, USA; Maintained by Alicelth (contributor 47131242).

Survival

 Francis Marion Jack, "Frank", my third great granduncle, was born on September 14, 1844, in McMinn County, Tennessee, he was the son of John Jack and Mary Ditmore. In 1869 he married Margaret E. McNabb. I found a little death notice for him. I don't know the papers name, I haven't been able to find the original pdf it was in though I do have a lot from the Daily Athenian in Tennessee, I am not sure this is from that one. I'm sorry for the source sin, forgive me. I do know the date is December 14, 1925.The transcription is below the graphic: 

Sultana Survivor

Dies At Englewood

ENGLEWOOD, Tenn., Dec. 14 - (Spl.)--Frank M. Jack, one of the four last survivors of the ill-fated Sultana, which was sunk near Memphis in the Mississippi river during the civil war, died here Saturday. Mr. Jack was one of the best-known citizens in this section of the state. 

Funeral services for Mr. Jack were conducted by the Masons of the Peabody Lodge of Coghill yesterday. Mr. Jack is survived by five sons and three daughters.

This little blurb tells me a lot. First of all, the Sultana was taking Union soldiers home at the end of the war. He was Union. (making him a Union Jack? opps)  I've found he was in Company K, 3rd Regiment, Tennessee Cavalry. He had 8 children living at the time of his death. I found all but one. He was a mason. Just for the record, where else would Mr. Peabody be but Coghill Lodge? Sorry. That was funny if you're old. I am.

The Sultana is the worst boat disaster you have never heard about. Why? On April 15, 1865, Abraham Lincoln was assassinated.  The boat was carrying the news of that as it traveled down the river heading to Vicksburg, Mississippi. On April 26, 1865, John Wilkes Booth was killed. (I know, supposedly.) The Sultana blew up on April 27, 1865. The wooden steamboat had the capacity of a crew of 85 and only 376 passengers.  At the time of the explosion, she was carrying 2, 128 passengers according to some researchers. The captain, James Mason, bribed the chief quartermaster at Vicksburg to take on soldiers.  The government paid $2.75 per soldier and $8.00 per officer. He took on 1,400 recently released Union prisoners from the prison camps at Cahaba and Andersonville. Many soldiers were mustered out at Vicksburg, and they were also aboard plus his paying customers. The war was over, and they were finally going home.  At least 1700 died, most likely more but we will never know for sure. It was close to Memphis, Tennessee at the time it blew up. It was spring and the water was cold. Some died from drowning, some by hypothermia, but most from the explosion and fire. Frank was one of the few that made it home. 

Karma bites. Captain James C. Mason died with his boat. No one has been held accountable.

Source:

Sultana on Fire; Public Domain (https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sultana_Disaster.jpg?uselang=en#Licensing)