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Biography of Howard G. Cook

Howard G. Cook, attorney at law practicing as a member of the firm of Cook & McCauley, well known patent attorneys of St. Louis, was born October 20, 1881, at Harlem, Columbia county, Georgia. His father, Harvey A. Cook, was a native of the state of New York and represented an old family of English origin. He was reared and educated in the Empire state and in the latter ’40s removed to Georgia, where he engaged in the lumber business. During the Civil war he served in the Confederate army with the engineering department, remaining with the southern troops throughout the entire period of hostilities. He died in Harlem, Georgia, in February, 1902, at the age of sixty-seven years. In early manhood he had wedded Sarah Virginia Nimmo, a native of South Carolina and representative of an old southern family of French descent, her ancestors being French Huguenots. Mrs. Cook is still living and makes her home in Athens, Georgia. By her marriage she became the mother of two sons and three daughters who yet survive. Howard G. Cook, the youngest of the family, was educated In the schools of Harlem and Athens, Georgia, and when seventeen years of age went to New York, where he was employed along clerical lines to the age of twenty years. In July, 1905, he came to St. Louis, where he entered the Benton College of Law and after completing the regular course he was graduated with the LL. B. degree in June, 1905, and immediately afterward entered upon the general practice of his profession. He spent a year in that way and...

Slave Narrative of Nancy Boudry

Interviewer: Barragan – Harris Person Interviewed: Nancy Boudry Location: Thomson, Georgia “If I ain’t a hunnard,” said Nancy, nodding her white-turbaned head, “I sho’ is close to it, ’cause I got a grandson 50 years old.” Nancy’s silky white hair showed long and wavy under her headband. Her gingham dress was clean, and her wrinkled skin was a reddish-yellow color, showing a large proportion of Indian and white blood. Har eyes ware a faded blue. “I speck I is mos’ white,” acknowledged Nancy, “but I ain’t never knowed who my father was. My mother was a dark color.” The cottage faced the pine grove behind an old church. Pink ramblers grew everywhere, and the sandy yard was neatly kept. Nancy’s paralyzed granddaughter-in-law hovered in the doorway, her long smooth braids hanging over Indian-brown shoulders, a loose wrapper of dark blue denim flowing around her tall unsteady figure. She was eager to taka part in the conversation but hampered by a thick tongue induced, as Nancy put it, “by a bad sore throat she ain’t got over.” Nancy’s recollections of plantation days were colored to a somber hue by overwork, childbearing, poor food and long working hours. “Master was a hard taskmaster,” said Nancy. “My husband didn’t live on de same plantation where I was, de Jerrell places in Columbia County. He never did have nuthin’ to give me ’cause he never got nuthin’. He had to come and ask my white folks for me. Dey had to carry passes everywhere dey went, if dey didn’t, dey’d git in trouble. “I had to work hard, plow and go and split...

Slave Narrative of Ellen Claibourn

Interviewer: Mrs. Margaret Johnson Person Interviewed: Ellen Claibourn Location: Augusta, Georgia Ellen was born August 19, 1852, on the plantation of Mr. Hezie Boyd in Columbia County, her father being owned by Mr. Hamilton on an adjoining plantation. She remembers being given, at the age of seven, to her young mistress, Elizabeth, who afterward was married to Mr. Gabe Hendricks. At her new home she served as maid, and later as nurse. The dignity of her position as house servant has clung to her through the years, forming her speech in a precision unusual in her race. “I ‘member all our young marsters was drillin’ way back in 1860, an’ the Confed’rate War did not break out till in April 1861. My mistis’ young husband went to the war, an’ all the other young marsters ’round us. Young marster’s bes’ friend came to tell us all goodby, an’ he was killed in the first battle he fought in. “Befo’ the war, when we was little, we mostly played dolls, and had doll houses, but sometime young marster would come out on the back porch and play the fiddle for us. When he played ‘Ole Dan Tucker’ all the peoples uster skip and dance ’bout and have a good time. My young mistis played on the piano. “My granpa was so trusty and hon’able his old marster give him and granma they freedom when he died. He give him a little piece of land and a mule, and some money, and tole him he didn’t b’long to nobody, and couldn’t work for nobody ‘cept for pay. He couldn’t free granpa’s...

Biography of Jones, Randall, Capt.

Capt. Randall Jones, one of the historic characters of Fort Bend County, was born in Columbia County, Georgia, on the 19th of August 1786. In 1810 he went to Wilkinson County, Mississippi Territory. When the second war with England broke out in 1812 he joined the American army as a private, but such was his energy and gallantry in battle that he received a captain’s commission, which he held until near the close of the war, or, to be more exact, until 1814. During this service he fought the battle with Indians known as the “Canoe Fight.” An extract from a letter from the volunteer army dated “East bank of the Alabama, November the 25th, 1813,” reads thus: “On the 11th inst. Captain Jones, of the twelve months’ volunteers, with a detachment of sixty volunteers and militia, marched from Fort Madison for the Alabama, and .on the 12th fell in with two parties of Creeks, which he entirely routed and killed nine warriors, without sustaining any loss on his part. Captain Jones and his party deserve the greatest praise and honor for the handsome manner in which the enterprise was conducted.” This was but the beginning of the eventful career of Captain Jones. In the fall of 1814* he came to the Sabine River, and at Gaines’ Ferry met with General Toledo, just after his defeat at the Medina. This was the Mexican revolution against Spain, and after the defeat of Toleda at the Medina River, beyond San Antonio, the remnant of his army fled to the Sabine, and there formed a nucleus for another army, inviting Americans or...

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