Ten. For October. But, when I think of Ten, I can only think of one thing – my beautiful, wonderful wife of twenty-one years, Kathleen Boyle Dickson. She’s the only Ten in my life! I am so proud of her and so proud and pleased to be her husband.
We were married in 25 January 1997. We met several years earlier when I was working at Penn State and she was in graduate school for her Master’s Degree in Environmental Engineering. I moved to Harrisburg, PA and she moved to Reston, VA. When we got engaged, neither of us wanted to go where the other was, so we moved to Atlanta. As soon as we got here, we set a date for the wedding. The only date the church was available anytime in the upcoming year was Super Bowl weekend. Since neither of us are football fans, we took it. So, we were married the day before Super Bowl XXXI.
Kathleen is so smart. She teaches cooking classes and helps people to become more confident in the kitchen. Toss her a bag of random (vegan) ingredients and you will soon have an amazing meal. And you will never have exactly the same thing twice. She is always trying different sorts of spices or mixtures so that she can understand how the different tastes and ingredients fit together.
But at the same time, when we had a waterline break in the yard, I sent my engineer wife out to figure out the problem. I ask her about the difference between retention and detention ponds. We both laugh at math jokes and talk about how little we remember differential equations, but remember that we both aces the classes.
She’s such an asset to the community. She leads the food pantry at her church and she coordinates drivers collecting food from stores and restaurants for our (much larger) community food pantry. She has grown the volume of food collected for distribution every year and she has added pet food and pet supplies to what the food pantry collects and distributes. She’s always looking for a way to help those in need.
Since this is a genealogy blog, I’ll touch on that as well. Kathleen comes from the Boston area. A few years back, when it got hard to make headway on my own lines, I took a look at her family. She’s got a lot different background than I do. Mine is all Old South, all arriving prior to the Revolutionary War. Two of her grandparents have very Irish backgrounds, arriving in Massachusetts during the Irish Potato Famine and working in the factories (mostly shoes and boots) around Boston for many years. One of her grandfathers comes from French-Canadian ancestry, coming to the Boston area from Prince Edward Island around the turn of the 20th century. And her paternal grandmother was a true New England native.
Through her father’s mother, Kathleen has multiple Mayflower lines as well as several more that arrived during the Great Migration. I find it funny that in the last 400 years, that part of the family has moved about 20 miles from Plymouth to Hanover, Massachusetts. Even funnier is the story of her Mayflower ancestors, John and Elinor Billington. The short story of it is that William Bradford wrote that this family of four caused more trouble on the Mayflower’s voyage than the rest of the passengers combined. Elinor was convicted of slander and put in the public stocks. One of the sons shot his father’s gun while on the Mayflower and may have burned down several neighbors houses. Ultimately, John Billington became the first murderer in New England and the first person executed in New England. Thankfully, things got better for the family over the years!
So, she comes from a family of adventurers, with adventurers in every generation. We’ve still got many more adventures ahead of us! And I know that Kathleen will always be my Ten.
It’s Labor Day weekend in the U.S. and our theme for this week is “Work”. Since the theme is about Labor Day, I will post this a little early this week.
Labor Day began as a holiday to honor the working person. It was pioneered and championed by the leaders of labor unions. And for that reason, we will take a look at one of my ancestors who was a member of a union.
When I look back at my ancestors, the vast majority of them were farmers. They owned farms. They worked on other people’s farms. They farmed to survive. Some of them grew wealthy as farmers, plantation owners, and dealers in farm products. But, the huge majority were farmers farming to get by.
There were also a lot of school teachers and preachers in the mix. Fewer were the merchants, storekeepers and other sorts of occupations.
Meet Robert Harrison Dickson, Sr., my great-grandfather. Robert was born 12 August 1878 in Coldwater, Mississippi. Shortly after his birth, his family moved to Prairie County, Arkansas. I find them there in the 1880 census. He is with his parents, John H. and Martha Dickson, and his two brothers and his sister – Cecil, Minnie, and Walter.
Here is another time that the fire that burned the 1890 census is so frustrating. This twenty year gap has always been hard to bridge for this family. Somewhere around 1889, Robert’s father died. His mother moved to Crawford County, Arkansas and remarried to Jack A. Jones. Here’s where confusion comes in. In the census, she is listed as Martha A. Dickson. In the marriage record for John and Martha, she is recorded as M.A. Taylor. However, in the marriage record for her and Jack Jones, she is listed as Susan. In the 1900 census, she is listed as Emma S. But, the children, the location, and the rest of the family all fit for her. So, I don’t know what to think about who she really is. I thought perhaps she had died and Jack Jones married again. But Grandad said he recalled visiting her in Crawford County as a young boy. She has always been a mystery, and I’ve been trying to figure her out for thirty years.
The family story is that Jack Jones was a mean man and not a great step-father to Robert, Cecil, and Walter. The story goes that Robert left home with his brother Cecil when he was just fourteen or sixteen years old. Of course, Cecil married his step-sister in 1895, so he couldn’t have gone too far. But that’s another story for another day. I guess dating is easier when it’s just down the hall.
In any case, I can’t find concrete evidence of Robert until I find him in the 1910 Census, working as a machinist in a factory. According to Granddad (Robert H. Dickson, Jr.), he worked on the railroads around Fort Smith. In 1911, I find him working as an engineer at Ketcham Iron Co. Supposedly, he was injured while working here. He and two other men were carrying a long steel beam at the steel foundry. The man in the middle lost his grip, and then so did the man in the front. That left only Robert, who injured his back when he dropped the beam, too. His back muscles were pretty badly torn, keeping him from doing heavy lifting for the rest of his life.
In 1917, Robert went to work for the Fort Smith Light & Traction Company as a motorman on a streetcar. Granddad always talked about his dad being a motorman. Apparently, this was a job that he was very proud of and was meticulous in doing it well. Grandad remembered that his dad allowed no mischief or horseplay on his streetcar and never allowed him to touch the controls, even if no one else was around.
My dad (Robert H. Dickson III) still has his grandfather’s badge and insignia from his cap from his days with the streetcar line.
As a motorman, Robert was a member of the A.A. of S. & E.R.E of America – the Amalgamated Association of Streetcar and Electric Railroad Employees of America – a union that represented them. I have not found any particular mention of him as any sort of leader in the union, or as a particularly avid union member. But as a motorman, he was represented by this union and wore its pin proudly.
But his working life didn’t end there. Out of work as a motorman in the middle of the Great Depression, Robert opened a shoe repair store. According to Granddad (Robert, Jr), he had done some shoe repair as a young man. His cousin George (this would have to be George Collier Williams) taught him what he needed to open his own shop, so he did. As it turns out, George was the key to my figuring out who exactly Robert’s grandparents were. You can see more about that in some of my early blog posts if you are interested.
The Southwest Times Record (the newspaper of Fort Smith, Arkansas) reported that he had opened his shop in downtown Fort Smith.
Not long after opening on North 9th St, a spot came open at 2121 Midland Blvd and Robert moved his shop there. Robert worked in his shop until near his death. His sons worked with him until they moved to California. Richard worked as a clerk at the nearby Thom McKan shoe store, no doubt routing repair business to his dad’s shop. Robert worked in the shop both before and after his short stint living in Los Angeles, having come home to help out at home as his dad became unable to work.
Robert H. Dickson, Sr.’s life of working came to an end on 18 Nov 1942 when he died. He was buried in Forest Park Cemetery in Fort Smith, Arkansas. He taught his children well the value of hard work. And they continued to pass it along to their families.
I never knew Robert H. Dickson, Sr. But I have known and loved Robert H. Dickson, Jr and Robert H. Dickson III and continue to be proud to be their son and grandson.
I know that I don’t have the writer’s gift that my aunt Linda Ridener Dickson has, nor that of my grandmother Susan Louise Bailey Dickson. The two of them set a high bar that I can only aspire to.
Susan Louise Bailey was born in October of 1919 in Hackett, Sebastian County, Arkansas. She was the youngest of Charles Council Bailey and Viola Tennison’s ten children. The farm where she was born and grew up had been in the family since 1840, purchased by Charles’ grandfather Francis Baker Bailey.
(I am convinced, though I have not yet proved, that the family was in Arkansas just prior to statehood. It appears that some of Francis’ sons claim to have been born in Arkansas with dates of birth that predate statehood, but the census is never a great source. Another post for another day.)
I think things were often tough on the farm. Through the Depression, I find lots of cases, especially after Charles died, where the farm was always under a lien for back taxes. Money appeared to be really tight. It wasn’t a big place and could never do more than scratch out a living on it. No one was going to get rich there.
With a rural and difficult childhood, you might be surprised to see Susan not only go to college, but also to get a Masters degree, so that she could grow in her career as a teacher and help take care of her family.
Grandmother was a teacher for a number of years in Southside High School in Fort Smith, Arkansas, teaching Math the whole time. She was a special teacher to many students, taking time with them and helping them to understand the concepts that often seemed beyond their grasp. So appreciated was she that she was recognized as Teacher of the Year.
I think she could be a tough teacher, expecting a lot of her students in terms of academics and in terms of behavior. But she could also be a lot of fun. She was always willing to go out of her way to support her students, attending football and basketball games and helping out with various activities.
Susan Louise Bailey Dickson at a Southside High basketball game
Susan Louise Bailey Dickson at a Southside High School talent show
And she could be an enforcer in class. She would growl at her students. It was a low, rumbly growl like an aggravated bear. They knew to behave when they heard her growl! But if that didn’t work, she kept a bullwhip on her desk! I don’t think she ever had to use it. Somehow, I think both of these are pedagogical techniques not commonly used in the classroom today.
But back to the gift for writing. Dad shared a brief essay that Grandmother wrote for a class at her funeral. This must have been in a freshman English class, based on the date – January 1938. The class was English 103a.
In an assignment on Appearance, Mechanics, Style, and Content, the students were asked to address the question of whether you would rather be a live pig or a dead Socrates. Here is Susan Louise Bailey’s classic answer to that question:
January 13, 1938
Appearance, Mechanics, Style, Content
Swinehood vs. Socrates
I must confess that to be either a live pig or a dead Socrates would not be very desirable to me; however, being a swine might have some merits. In a discussion of the subject a short while ago, a person said “at least Socrates is dead.” This statement cannot be disputed; but, dead though he is, I am sure that Socrates is unable to sleep peacefully because of the beratings of harassed students struggling with his philosophy and teachings. After an unhappy existence on earth, troubled with a scolding, brawling wife and stupid children, as well as many scornful enemies, to be troubled even in death by the chiding of one’s victims would be absolutely unbearable.
The swine, on the other hand, has few troubles in life and none in death if he has been a well-behaved swine. He has nothing to do but doze in the warm sunshine. If the sunshine becomes too warm, he has only to go to the shade to doze. He does not have to go to school because there is nothing which he needs to learn. It is unnecessary for him to work because he is provided with food and shelter. This lucky swine has no diet to be observed religiously because obesity holds no terrors for him; in fact, the more obese he is, the more admiration he receives. Most people, in considering the choice of a pig’s life, raise their hands in holy horror at the thought of the food given to swine. Of course, such food is very repulsive to human beings; but we must remember that the swine does not know anything about our mode of living and is, therefore, content with his lot. Some might object to the fact that the pig will soon be killed for food. Since this is true, the choice is not between being a live pig or a dead Socrates, but a choice between being a dead pig or a dead Socrates. After the pig is dead he is appreciated more than while he is alive, because people enjoy eating the pork roast and ham sandwiches into which he is transformed. Instead of cursing him for having ever lived, people think kindly of him and his spirit rests peacefully.
As I said before, neither idea appeals to me; but if I were forced to make such a choice, I would rather be a live pig who lives in indolent contentment and by his death brings pleasure to human beings. I hope that, after my death, I will be as kindly remembered as the swine is.
On this date, 18 June 1966, fifty years ago, I became a big brother. My little brother, Marcus Wren Dickson, was born. Since that time, he’s grown from a baby with a mohawk to a loving husband and father, a respected educator and researcher, a Base Ballist, and someone I am proud to have as my little brother.
There are far too many stories to tell about Marcus and the things we have done together. So, I’ll just leave it with the fact that I am proud of you and hope your second half-century is as good as the first. Happy Birthday! But, no matter how old we both get, I will always call you my little brother.
In my on-going research on the Dickson family, I have talked off and on to other researchers. Over the last few weeks, I have been corresponding with another Dickson researcher about my line. Prior to finding the picture I talked about in the last section, I hadn’t really had a good connection to her line at all. But, with the firm connection to David Dickson, the wall starts to tumble down.
Ann, the other researcher, told me of a group of Dickson researchers who pooled their efforts a few years back. A book, compiled by Claire Jean Potter Ferguson Sullivan, Ph. D., came out of those efforts that traces this Dickson family back to about 1607. As it turns out, this is one of the books that is not only available from the Family History Library, but is available online!! You can find the FHL library entry and the digital version here.
I am so excited! Of course, this is a Ronald Reagan moment – trust but verify. It looks like there is good documentation in this book. Many of the references and documents it uses are included in the text, but it still needs to be analyzed and verified. I did Y-DNA testing some time back. Now to see if this plays out with the documentation.
It looks like my line could be:
Grandparents – Robert H. Dickson, Jr. (b. 1919, d. 2007) and Susan Louise Bailey (b. 1919, d. 2006)
Great-grandparents – Robert H. Dickson, Sr. (b. 1878, d. 1942) and Ethel Mildred Garner (b. 1887, d. 1974)
Great-great-grandparents – John H. Dickson (b. 1836, d. bef. 1889) and Martha A. Taylor (b. 1858, d. bef. 1942)
3-great-grandparents – David Dickson (b. 1808) and Eliza Johnson (b. 1812)
4-great-grandparents – Joseph Dickson, Jr. (b. abt. 1785) and Mary McNairy (b. 1791)
5-great-grandparents – Joseph Dickson, Sr. (b. 1744) and Elizabeth Moulton (b. abt 1757)
6-great-grandparents – John Dickson, Sr. (b. abt 1704, County Down, Ireland)
7-great-grandparents – Michael Dickson (b. abt 1682) and Nancy Campbell
8-great-grandparents – Joseph Dickson II (b. abt 1657)
9-great-grandparents – Joseph Dickson I (b. abt 1630)
10-great-grandparents – Simon Dickson (b. abt 1607, England)
It seems like the documentary trail gets fuzzier as you go farther back, but this is at least a good place to start. And while the book identifies the Dickson line, it also identifies many of the grandmothers and even some of their parents and grandparents.
I feel pretty good about the line back to the immigrants. They come from Ireland to Chester County, Pennsylvania and then move down into North Carolina. From there, they head to Tennessee and into Alabama and Mississippi.
Each generation opens up a whole new set of research possibilities.
So, now to start to verify and be confident of all of this new data. Looks like my work may be cut out for me for the next several months or years.
This is the second in a series where I try to unravel and figure out my Dickson ancestry. I am not necessarily working toward a narrative goal here. I am mostly capturing my research to be sure that I have a sensible understanding of the family.
In the first part, we started with our most recent known facts and started to work backwards. We began with my grandfather, Robert Harrison Dickson, Jr, and traced his family and movements backward.
Eventually, we found him in a family as a child with his parents, Robert Harrison Dickson Sr. and Ethel Garner Dickson. Tracing that family back through the census, we found Robert Sr, as a child in the family of his parents, John H. Dickson and Martha A. Dickson. We stopped at the first census where Robert Sr. appeared – 1880 US Federal Census of Prairie County, Arkansas.
In this post, we will try to round out John H. Dickson’s immediate family a little bit so that we can make some more progress. We will also identify a possible family of origin for him that we will look at more later on.
On the very first day that I ever went to a library to search in the census, back in 1988, in the 1880 census, I found John H. Dickson and his young family in Bridge Bend Township, Prairie County, Arkansas. We identify the family because we find Robert H. Dickson Sr, his brother Cecil, and his sister Minnie in the household. The 1880 census is important because it gives two new pieces of information not found on previous censuses. First, it shows the relationship of a person to the head of household. Second, it shows where a person’s parents were born. Robert, Cecil, and Minnie are listed as children of John, so we know for sure at least who their father is. We are pretty sure of the mother, but the proof is not quite as solid yet. 1
This census reports that John H. Dickson was born in Alabama, his father was born in Tennessee, and his mother was born in Virginia. His wife, Martha, reports that she was from Alabama. The two older children (Robert and his brother Cecil) were born in Mississippi and the youngest child (Minnie) was born in Arkansas. The information on the children fits what we already know, so we are confident we are looking at the right family.
The oldest child is 4 years old, indicating a birth in about 1876. If we look for marriage records, we find a record in a database of Mississippi marriages for J.H. Dickson to Martha A. Taylor on 12 Sept 1872 in Desoto County, Mississippi. 2 This fits with where Robert H. Dickson Sr. reported that he was born, so we are fairly certain this is the right marriage. But it also tells us that we will not find the couple together in the 1870 Census. Instead, we will have to look for each of them (John and Martha) as children in homes of thieir parents or else as individuals or else as parts of other families. John’s age indicates that he could have had a previous marriage; Martha’s age indicates that a previous marriage is unlikely for her.
Searching the census for a family where John H. Dickson, born about 1836 in Alabama, perhaps with parents from Tennessee and Virginia, we find one family that is a good fit. In 1870, in Desoto County, Mississippi, we find the family of David Dickson with a number of children. 3 This appears to be our most likely candidate family. In fact, it seems like the only one we find in a census search that comes very close. However it has its own issues that we will need to work through.
In particular, the way the surnames are reported looks a little odd. Typically, when a line or ditto marks are shown, that means that the surname is the same as the one above. If that were the case for this entry, then we would expect this family to be David and Eliza Dickson, Mary E. Williams, John H. Williams and a number of other Williams folks. We might think that John must be Mary’s husband from this or a brother in a different family. So, it’s a confusion that we need to work through. Our initial suspicion is that Mary is in fact Mary Williams, but the ditto marks for the rest of the family refer to Dickson rather than Williams. That would mean that she probably was a daughter who married and is now listed back in this family rather than in her own family. So, we will look further and come back to see if this holds up.
Stepping back one more census, to 1860, we again look for John H. either in his own family, his parents family, or somewhere else. When we look again at David Dickson / Dixon, we find his family, along with John, in Leake County, Mississippi, in the center of the state rather than the north of the state. 4 In this family, David and his wife Eliza and John are all consistent. The children change somewhat, but they appear to be consistent with the later census. John is listed out of order from the rest of the children, presumably because he is old enough to be on his own, so is considered by the census taker separately from minor children.
If we take one more step back in the census, to 1850, we find John as a child in the home of David and Eliza again. 5 At this point, they are located in Marengo County, Alabama about 140 miles east of Carthage, their location in 1860.
At this point, it might be valuable to summarize the family across the censuses. The following table shows the individuals in David and Eliza’s household across the census years, along with ages and birth places.
(in the home of J.F. Pardue, Tate, Miss.)
(Mary Gates, in home of A.J. Gates,
As we mentioned before, the 1870 census is interesting in that a large number of young children are listed, all born in Mississippi. These appear to be the children of Mary E. Williams. The oldest is 13 years old and the youngest is 7 years old. This could put some brackets around a possible date for when she and her husband were no longer together and give us a way to search for what happened to him. There is also a 63 year old woman, Lucy Vaugh, born in Virginia in the home. A theory would be that she could be Mary’s older sister. This is worth pursuing.
All of this is pretty good circumstantial evidence that John H. Dickson, my ancestor, is a part of this family. The census isn’t iron-clad proof, though. And I still don’t have anything that says “David is John’s father” or “John is David’s son.” I’m close though.
In the next post, I will share a picture that tied this together, at least to my satisfaction, and can let me move on to the next step.
1880 US Federal Census, Prairie County, Arkansas, pop. sch., Bridge Bend Township, ED 247, page 211, dwelling 218, family 218, John H. Dickson. ↩
Ancestry.com, “Mississippi Marriages, 1776-1935,” database, Ancestry.com (http://ancestry.com : accessed 26 May 2012), J.H. Dickson to Martha Taylor, 11 Dec 1872, Desoto County. ↩
1870 U.S. Federal Census, Desoto County, Mississippi, pop. sch., Township 5 R 7, page 52, dwelling 365, family 365, David Dickson. ↩
1860 U.S. Federal Census, Leake County, Mississippi, pop. sch., Carthage post office, page 67, dwelling 426, family 426, David Dixon. ↩
1850 U.S. Federal Census, Marengo County, Alabama, pop. sch., Not stated, page 44, dwelling 304, family 304, David Dickson. ↩
On the very first day that I ever went to a library to actually do genealogical research, way back in 1989, I found the name of my great-great-grandfather, John H. Dickson. Until the spring of 2015, that was the last confirmed, documented link I could find going back on that line. Now, I am beginning to be able to chip away at that wall. My goal has been to find the next links in the chain on my Dickson lineage. This post will start to summarize what I know to date and where I want to go next.
I expect that this will take several posts to summarize the research so far and to get to any sort of conclusions. This follows my Dickson line – father to father to father to father. That’s where my biggest gaps are. And as I can figure out who the Dickson male ancestors are, I can then figure out more about their wives and the grandmothers, opening up whole new sections of the tree.
There are lots of stories and pictures about Granddad and his parents, but this thread is primarily focused on the research. We’ll be back to fun stuff shortly.
When doing genealogical research, it is always important to start with what you know and work backward. So, let’s start with a tiny piece of the tree as a picture. This one already gives away some of the story, but that’s okay.
Starting with the 1940 census and working backward, we find Robert in Fort Smith reliably. In 1940, Robert and Susan, both age 20, are living with Robert’s parents at 2230 N. 29th St. in Fort Smith. This would have been not too long after Robert and Susan married. None of Robert’s siblings are living there with them; the household is only the four of them – Robert Sr, Ethel, Robert Jr, and Susan.
In 1930, Robert is a child in his parents house, along with his brother Richard and sister Evelyn. They are living at the same address as in 1940. Robert Sr., age 51, reports that he was born in Mississippi, as was his father, and that his mother was born in Alabama.
In 1920, Robert Jr is an infant, just one month old, in the house with Robert Sr, Ethel, Richard, and Evelyn. They are living this time at 2124 N. 14th St. in Forth Smith. In this census, Robert Sr. is listed as 42 years old, born in Mississippi. But his father is reported born in Alabama and mother born in Tennessee. One of the keys to figuring out Robert Sr.’s family is going to be where the parents are born.
This is as far back in the census as we find Robert Jr, since he was born in 1919. So, we turn our attention to Robert Sr. now.
Robert Harrison Dickson Sr. was born on 12 August 1878 in Coldwater, Tate County, Mississippi. This is a fact found on his death certificate and one that Granddad repeated about his father often. Robert moved with his family to Arkansas not long after he was born, settling first in Prairie County and then moving on to Rudy in Crawford County.
As I said previously, in my first experience with Census research, I found Robert’s father – John H. Dickson. I believe his mother to be Martha A. Taylor, though I have less concrete reasons for this – she isn’t reliably and consistently reported.
It appears that not long after coming to Arkansas, Robert’s father, John, died and his mother remarried. The story that Robert Jr told was that the second husband, Jack A. Jones, wasn’t well liked by the children, was mean, and never allowed the first husband to be mentioned. So, Robert Sr. grew up not knowing a lot about his father. Then, he left home early and didn’t have close contact with the family over the years. So, a lot of the trail runs dry as a result. That’s what I am trying to uncover. I have heard from some other parts of the family that Jack’s children from his first marriage didn’t think much of their stepmother, either. I suspect this wasn’t the model blended family.
In addition to the census, we rely on other documents to place Robert and then measure how well all of the documents agree or disagree. For example, in his World War I draft registration, he reports his birth as 12 August 1877 rather than the 1878 we have though before. His ages reported in 1940, 1930, and 1900 agree with an 1878 birthdate. In 1920 and 1880, his reported age matches the 1877 birth. 1900 agrees with neither.
We find Robert Sr, age 30, in the 1910 census in Fort Smith living as a lodger in a boarding house at 118 N. 6th St. His occupation is listed as a machinist in a factory. His parents and he are all listed as being born in Arkansas. The discrepancy in both his age and all of the birth places makes me think that someone besides him provided the in formation to the census taker. Remember from the 1920 census that Robert was 34 when he married for this first time so from a timeline perspective, this still makes sense.
In 1900, Robert is not in Arkansas. Instead, we find him, aged 21, living as a boarder with a minister and his family in the Creek Nation in pre-statehood Indian Territories. He’s working there as a farm laborer. In this case, Robert is listed as born in 1878 (correct), born in Mississippi (correct), with his father born in Georgia and mother born in Mississippi (not in line with other records). So far, we have not landed with the same birthplaces for his parents more than once. Again, as a lodger, it is likely that someone besides him reported his facts to the census taker.
The 1890 Census for Arkansas is lost, so we have to jump all the way back to 1880. In that case, we find Robert Sr. as a toddler in his parents home. We find Robert in the home of John H. and Martha A. Dickson. John is age 44, born in Alabama. His father was born in Tennessee and his mother in Virginia. John’s wife (presumably Robert’s mother) is Martha A. Dickson, age 23, from Alabama. Nothing is recorded for her parents birth places. They are living in 1880 in Bridge Bend Township, Prairie County, Arkansas.
Robert is 2 years old in this census. Also listed in the house are his older brother Cecil Dickson, age 4, and his younger sister, Minnie Z. Dickson, age 8 months.
This is a good place to pause. We have traced backward in the census and found Robert Sr. as a child in his parents’ home and have identified his father and presumably his mother. We have good clues where his parents were born.
Next steps will be:
Press farther back in the census to track John H. Dickson and possibly identify his family of origin.
Move forward tracing Robert Sr’s siblings and parents in order get a better picture of them to allow us to move back.
Investigate the minister with whom Robert Sr. was boarding in Indian Territories. Was he connected to the family at all, or just someone who needed a farm hand?
Identify other documents and sources that might shed light on Robert’s family line.
I would be remiss if I did not share these pictures of Easter at my grandparents’ house in Wilson, Arkansas. Little kids can have a great time in an egg hunt. I think there are some pictures of Marcus from this egg hunt, as well. I just can’t find them right now.
I think Nannie’s iris had the same problem mine do – rabbits infesting them. At least Yellow Bunny didn’t eat them all down to the ground like the ones who live at my house do.
Of course, if you have a good egg hunt, everyone needs to get in on the action, kids and grandparents alike. I think all of those folks on the Wilson Arkansas Facebook page ought to take a look here at Mr. Wren with his Easter basket and Mrs. Wren hiding eggs from a basket made out of a bleach bottle. They would appreciate the joy for living that they had. I think that eventually, you get too old for the egg hunt but don’t want to give it up, since that’s the path to all the Easter chocolate!
Seems like a big part of Easter, when I was a kid, was to get a new Easter outfit and to have our picture made – usually my brother Marcus and me together. I think lots of families have this tradition – make a bunch of photos when the family is together and looking its best.
I am not certain that this actually is an Easter photo. But, I think it must be. This is my dad, Robert H. Dickson III, and his brother Daryl Ralph Dickson. Dad is the older one on the right; Ralph is on the left. This was taken at their house on Speer St. in Fort Smith, Arkansas, it looks like.
But, I think things went downhill from there. The late Sixties and all through the Seventies were not kind to anyone, least of all us.
Marcus and Scott Dickson, Easter 1970
Scott and Marcus Dickson, Easter
Marcus and Scott Dickson, Easter 1976
Scott and Marcus Dickson, Easter, Charleston, South Carolina
I don’t remember these photos being taken, any of them. But I remember the times and the places and the people, and that’s what’s really important. I recognize the settings and remember the places. The second is at Prescott, Arkansas at Norvelle’s house. The third is in Fort Smith, Arkansas at Grandmother & Granddad’s house. The first and fourth are at our house in Jackson, Tennessee on Old Humboldt Rd. The last was when we went to Charleston for Easter and stayed and Jennie and Keith’s house out on James Island, before they moved to Johns Island. I remember Keith having his train setup in the room where we stayed and having great pinball machines. I remember playing Firepower a lot.
My church, Roswell United Methodist Church, has an Easter tradition of photos, too. We make a large cross covered in chicken wire. The whole congregation brings flowers from their yard and families have their picture taken with the flower-cross. I hope those are special memories for the children in those photos! Or at least ones that they can look back at in forty years with their families and have a laugh.