A few words for Wordless Wednesday. I’m going to start posting some pictures on Wordless Wednesday. These are great pictures that stand on their own. I will caption the pictures, but won’t stay anything else about them, at least not in that post.
The beards are back. Well, at least the beards were back. I suggested to Kathleen that I ought to grow one and she strongly encouraged me to reconsider that idea. I thought I could do a pretty fair impression of Uncle Si, since I already carry around a big glass of iced tea.
When I saw that the theme for this week was Bearded, I immediately thought of my great-great-grandfather, Dr. Alonzo Dossey Wren. He could definitely have been at home with the guys of Duck Dynasty. He even lived near their home for many years.
Alonzo Dossey Wren was born 9 August 1841 in Putnam County, Georgia. He was the sixth of George Washington Wren and Sarah Bridges Wren’s children. You may recall George Washington Wren from a previous story about him and a Bible Dictionary he owned.
In 1850, the family appears in the census of Putnam County, but they did not remain there much longer. By 1851, the family had moved to Bienville Parish, Louisiana.
For many years, there has been confusion over this family. In the 1850 Census of Putnam County, Georgia, in the household of Geo. W. and Sarah Wren, there is a 9-year-old boy enumerated as Wm. A.D. Wren. There is also an 8-year-old boy named Monroe. No other record has been found for Monroe. And Alonzo Dossey Wren never appears as William Alonzo Dossey Wren. So, there is a mystery. Is William A.D. Wren really A.D. Wren? Maybe. But W.A.D. Wren has a tombstone (placed much later) that says he died in 1867. And the IGI lists William Alonzo Dossey Wren. So, who is whom? Really don’t know. I’ve heard lots of theories. Like William A.D. Wren was somehow handicapped and the family used the name again. That seems unlikely. Or that A.D. Wren was born Monroe and took the name A.D. Wren after his brother died. But, that doesn’t hold water either since by 1867 (William’s reputed death), A.D. Wren had already served in the Civil War and had married and started to make his own records. The only actual records I have seen that include William and Monroe are the census records for 1850 Putnam County, Georgia. And I am inclined to lean toward a sloppy census taker.
In any case, we don’t find the family in the 1860 census. G.W. Wren (A.D. Wren’s father) had purchased several tracts of land in Bienville Parish and the family was clearly residing there. And the 1860 census for Bienville Parish is missing.
Minden, in Bienville Parish, is only about an hour and a half drive (at most) from West Monroe, Louisiana, the home of Duck Dynasty. So, perhaps the seeds of the beard started here.
When the War came, A.D. Wren enlisted in the Claiborne Grays – Company D, 19th Regiment of Louisiana Infantry in December 1861. He and his unit served under General Joseph Johnson. They fought at Shiloh, Missionary Ridge, Chattanooga, Chickamauga, Resacca, and Atlanta. The unit was disbanded in May 1865 in Meridian, Mississippi.
In this picture, you can see A.D. Wren with his “Arkansas Toothpick”, the long, thin knife in his belt. The original of this photo is owned by my cousin, John Gann, of England, Arkansas. He has an amazing collection of artifacts not just from the family, but also from his time flying over Europe during WWII.
But, there’s no beard! As a young man, he’s not wearing is signature whiskers.
After the War, A.D. Wren moved a bit north into southwest Arkansas. In 1866, he married Frances Georgia “Georgia” Vickers, the daughter of James Jackson Vickers and Savannah Georgia Shehee. The Vickers family were early settlers in Florida. Georgia’s mother was born in Leon County, Florida in 1823, more than 20 years prior to statehood. By 1840, the family had moved north into south Georgia, Thomas County. And by 1850, they had moved into Bienville Parish. And by 1860, they had moved into Hempstead County, Arkansas.
Alonzo went to New Orleans to study medicine at the University of Louisiana, receiving a certificate for attending lectures there in 1871 and 1872. The University of Louisiana ultimately became Tulane University in New Orleans. This is a picture of him during his studies, taken at the studio of Petty & Quinn at 151 Canal Street in New Orleans. Very dapper looking, with a nicely trimmed beard this time.
I’ve not been able to find records yet of his time in New Orleans. By the time of this certificate, at least three children would have been born to the family. The eldest, a little girl named Savannah, died as an infant. I wonder if that helped shape Alonzo’s desire to study medicine.
In any case, he worked as a physician, while still working his own farm, for the rest of life, until his death in 1915. I wish I had asked my grandfather about him. But that wasn’t even something I thought about as a 10-12 year old boy.
I have a clock that he and Georgia gave to my great-grandparents as a wedding gift in 1899. My little brother has a pocket watch that Dr. Wren received as payment from a patient at some point.
As it turns out, Dr. Wren came by his beard legitimately. On the left, below, is is father, George Washington Wren. That’s one stern looking dude with a serious beard, I would say.
On the right is George Lovich Pierce Wren, Dr. Wren’s older brother. His is much more neatly trimmed. But, then, he was in the Louisiana legislature and had to clean up a bit, I suppose. Maybe we will talk about his experience in a later entry. His diary that he kept during his time at Emory University and during his service in the Civil War is kept in the Special Collections Room of the Emory University Library.
Here’s another of Dr. Wren as a young man. The photo on the left is a large format tintype. I believe it must date from about the time he was studying in New Orleans as well. The beard is still neat and short.
But, on the right, the beard is starting to take on a life of its own. This is the look that I have seen in so many photos. The very full beard shows up in all of the pictures of Dr. Wren until the end of his life.
This is one of my favorites. Dr. A.D. Wren and his wife Georgia, taken 26 December 1900 in Prescott, Arkansas, where the family lived for generations.
On 18 January 1916, Dr. Wren died at his daughter, Carrie Camillia Wren Woodul’s home. He and Georgia had moved into town to live with their daughter just thta year on account of their health. Georgia lived until 1941, and Carrie, Mrs. J.C. Woodul, lived until 1977.
The descendants of the beards — the descendants of Dr. A.D. Wren and George Lovich Pierce (GLP) Wren — have held family reunions since at least the 1940s. So, while neither the men, nor the women, of the Wren family have as extravagant beards as their ancestors, their memory lives on. Not just the memory of the beards, but the memory of the ancestors and their lives and stories. And that’s even better.
What makes us frightened? For some, it’s a good scary movie. (Personally, I have never liked them!) I think a lot of times, we get frightened when we are placed into a situation that we don’t understand, without any context to understand what is going on and what’s going to happen next. We see people in situations that we don’t understand, that might not look like us, and that don’t behave like we expect them to behave and we get frightened.
Little kids live in a world where lots of things frighten them, or at least make them uneasy. There’s so much that is unknown and they are so much not in control of their life and their surroundings. They have to learn that many of the things that initially are frightening are really not so bad, and might even be really good. Were you scared the first time you went down a slide? What about the first time you drove on the freeway? You learn that these things are really not bad at all!
Sometimes, it’s meeting someone that is frightening.
I have only the vaguest of memories of my great-grandmother, Viola Tennison Bailey. I know lots and lots of stories about her and have dozens of photos. But memories that are actually my own are few. Viola was born 19 July 1875 in Winona, Choctaw County (now Montgomery County), Mississippi. She was the first child born to John William Biggers Tennyson and his wife Mary Susan Druscilla Deshazo. By 1880, the family had moved to Pike County, Arkansas. In 1885, when Viola was just nine years old, Bill Tennyson was killed in an accident at the sawmill he ran with his brother, Zenas. Mary remarried to J. Frank Phillips in 1888. By then, Mary and her family were living in Sebastian County.
Viola married Charles Council Bailey on 1 Sep 1895 in Milton, Indian Territory. She and Charles had ten children, starting with Carl Everett in 1896 and ending with my grandmother, Susan Louise , in 1919.
Viola died 19 August 1970 in Fort Smith, Sebastian County, Arkansas. The picture, above, was taken just a year before Viola’s death, along with her daughter, granddaughter, great-granddaughter, and great-great-granddaughter. What a wonderful picture to have!
I was just seven years old when she died It was during the summer after first grade. She was the first family member that I remember dying. I think I only met Great-Grandmother a few times. By the time I came around, she had health problems and was no longer able to live on her own. She lived in a nursing home, which was a frightening place on its own. To a five-year-old (or even younger) child, the smells and sights of a nursing home, especially in those days, were utterly foreign. I can’t remember much about Great-Grandmother. Just that she was very, very old and didn’t seem to interact that much. It’s almost lost in the mist of memory. But I remember that it was sort of frightening to be there and to be around the nursing home and all of the very old people.
Of course, that was hardly a fair picture of the character I have heard about the rest of my life. I have heard nothing but stories of spunk and strength and good humor on the part of my great-grandmother. I wish I had had more of an opportunity to get to know her either earlier in her life or later in my own.
Even though, when I knew her, she was very old and not able to do much for herself, that certainly was not always the case. She lived on the edge of the Indian Territory, sometimes the inside edge and sometimes the outside edge. In any case, she lived in a frontier area and raised her family on a hardscrabble farm. She was married for nearly forty years and then lived alone in her widowhood for another thirty-five years.
I have heard all sorts of stories about Viola. I heard one where she was living alone, in the house (above) when an animal got into the hen house and she effectively and efficiently dispatched it with her shotgun. She had her sons make sure they told folks about how handy she was with that shotgun so she wouldn’t have any trouble, being an elderly widow living alone.
I have Great-Grandmother’s butter paddle. She used it to make butter in a big bowl rather than in a churn. My grandmother assured me that her mother used the paddle to paddle more than just butter!
Once, after Viola was in the nursing home, my grandmother got a call that two men in suits where visiting Viola and the nursing home was concerned about who they were. One man was very old, himself, and the other appeared to be an attorney. Turns out it was an old man of the neighborhood who needed identification and Viola was the only one still alive who could attest to his actual birth.
I am sure that my Dad and all my Bailey cousins could fill the hours with stories of Great-Grandmother Bailey. The moral is that things and people that are frightening are often filled with love and joy and have a whole world to share with us if we have the opportunity and take the time to embrace them and hear what they have to say.