Lammon

The Genealogy of the Lammon Family

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201	General Notes: Note from Wanda Gale Stafford: Census: -1900 Dale County, AL Census: listed as 4 years old, born May 1896, in AL. Living in the household of her parents. Parents born in AL. -1910 Geneva County, AL Census: 13 years old living in the household of her parents. Born in AL, parents born in AL.	Snell, Naomi Elizabeth (I279)
202	General Notes: Note from Wanda Gale Stafford: Obituary: August 22, 1992 Columbus Enquirer Section C, Page 6 Tommie Snell Tommie Snell, 64, of 2600 Ogletree St., Columbus, died Thursday at The Medical Center. A graveside funeral will be 2 p.m. Monday at Riverdale Cemetery, according to Colonial Funeral Home, Phenix City. Mr. Snell was born April 29, 1928, in Moultrie, Ga., son of Jamie W. and Sarah Snell. He attended the Bible Assembly of God Church. Survivors include a sister, Mary J. Butler of Jacksonville, Fla., and two brothers, Cleveland Snell of Columbus and James Wesley Snell of Baxley, Ga.	Snell, Tommie (I512)
203	At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld.	Smock, Ronald Otto (I424)
204	At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld.	Lammons, John Franklin (I393)
205	General Notes: The following information from Katheryn Anne Watts, (Dec 2000): Places of residence: Nebraska, Kansas Occupation: Computer Network Administrator Military: US Naval Reserve	Harkness, Klent Evern (I417)
206	At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld.	Luther, William Bartholomew (I419)
207	At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld.	Watts, Kathryn Anne (I415)
208	General Notes: The following information from Kathryn Anne Watts, (Dec 2000): Occupation: Physician Places of residence: Kansas, Oregon, Thailand Military: USAF	Davis, Ronald Baldwin (I416)
209	At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld.	Watts, Richard Alan (I412)
210	General Notes: The following information from Kathryn Anne Watts, (Dec 2000): Religious affiliation: Baptist	Schwemmer, Betty Jane (I413)
211	General Notes: The following note from daughter Nancy: Una, who was a career woman well before it was fashionable to be so, worked as a bookkeeper/office manager for her career. They were always the favorite aunt and uncle as they did not have children of their own for the first 17 years of their marriage. In 1943, Nancy was born and then in 1948, Walt was born. Nancy and Walt grew up in Enterprise.	Yelverton, Una Lorene (I320)
212	General Notes: The following note was a letter from James to the editor: Dec. 1, 2000 Dear Elmer, I think my memory is pretty accurate re the "early years" of my life not withstanding the subjectivity of memories and its tendencies to edit those early memories. … Father was Mother's life - where he went she "was sure to go," when possible. Eva says it very well on her page 8: Mom "was such a vital part " I don't know whether you are interested to know about Dad before his marriage to Mother, … He graduated from high school. I found his diploma when I was visiting Mom one time and she said I could have it, but for some reason I thought I should not take it then. I wish now that I had. I don't remember ever hearing whether he attended Trevecca Nazarene College more than one year, but he ran out of money and had to drop out on that account, according to Mom, but Dad had also told me this. Mother told me that Dad was pastor of the Hartford "Holiness" church at the time of my birth. My Uncle Dan Dubose, Dad's brother-in-law, may have been there, too, for two days after my birth Aunt Hanes gave birth to their third child, a girl. [A little background on the following story: James Hardwick, in a telephone conversation, after I had received this text, asked me if I knew anything about the Assembly of God Church. Answering that I was aware of it but had never attended a service, James explained that they believe that the Second Coming of Christ, will be soon, any day now, maybe tomorrow -- EBL] One night during a church service James Edward Lammon and another boy had dipped a couple of cattails in some kerosene and were flying their kites with those cattails attached, now lighted, burning. Someone sitting close to a window in the church saw them and thought the world was coming to an end, since all he or she could see was the fire floating about in the sky. If I remember correctly, the meeting broke up. Mother told me that Granddad owned the first Ford agency in Hartford, but he gave it away, she said. [He gave it to his brother, Lee, I think. Anyway, Lee ended up with it. – EBL] He did a lot of other things, too. I must have been about three when he ran a small saw mill, which he owned, I think. He took me out with him several times. On one occasion after work hours, Edward was driving home and night began to fall so that he needed the car lights to see and Granddad turned them on. We met a car and Granddad dimmed the lights. This happened several times, then we met a car for which Granddad did not dim the lights. I laughed and said that he forgot to "fool that one," and they laughed at me. That, of course, was while they still lived at Hartford. If Dad was made chairman of the southeast district of the Assemblies of God in 1920, and I believe that is accurate, it explains why I remember Mother's staying with Granddad and Grandmother but not Dad. He did travel a lot, but I didn't know where or why. One morning Mother came into the bedroom where we slept and got me out of bed, carried me outside, and explained that Ben (my collie) had been killed by a car. Your father [James Edward Lammon] explained to me how he had placed Ben in my red wagon, pulled it back to a place at the corner of the garden fence and given him a decent burial - wrapped in burlap bag yet. Some time in that same period of my life, Edward got a single-shot .22 caliber rifle: I went out back of the house where he was target practicing, and he taught me to shoot it. Another time the Johnson family came; and while they were on that visit, Ben took off after a rabbit, Clyde and Edward took off after Ben, and I followed them while Edward tried to send me back to the house. They lost the rabbit. Uncle Joe [Fields] and Aunt Carol [nee Lammon] lived across the street from Granddad and Grandmother, and Great-grandmother Lammon lived with them. Uncle Joe was always kind to me. Aunt Carol was, too, but to me in those days it seemed that she sat at that big sewing machine and did hemstitching all day long. It fascinated me because it had two big spools of thread on it instead of one little one. Great-grandmother enjoyed her practical jokes, one of which was to stick her teeth out at me. At first it scared me. Once she asked me if I could push my teeth out like she. I was out in the back yard one day when she, Aunt Carol and someone else came out of the house and stood on the back porch; Great-grandmother pushed her bottom teeth out at me and lost them. They fell to the ground and a chicken grabbed them and ran under the house with them. The others standing on the porch laughed at her while I had to go under the house and retrieve her teeth. I think that was the last time that she teased me that way. Mother must have been among the women referred to in the above paragraph. She was a large part of most of the happenings I've told thus far. But the scenery changes some time or another. I think I must have about three years old when Granddad and Grandmother moved to Enterprise. The first house they lived in there was a big one across the street from the cemetery. You may have seen it for it was there a long time. It had a porch across the front and a pomegranate bush on the side towards town. I wanted to spend the night with Billy once while they lived there. We were playing some kind of game along about dusk, I began to miss mother very much, late in the game Clyde accidentally stepped on my toe, and I cried for mother. Aunt Sadie made Billy go with me back to Grands' house; when he started back home, mother said he was crying and shamed me. One day Billy and I were playing across the street from his home and down the street a short distance. Clyde came out the door and yelled, "Billy, come quick. Mary Keith is dying." We hurried back to the house and I saw Uncle Herbert holding Mary's eyelid open, looking into her eye. She and I had played together about as much as Billy and I had before her death. I think that Granddad and Grandmother didn't live in that house very long before they moved to the house across the railroad tracks from the gin - where Granddad worked. One day I was out on the back porch, Edward burst out the kitchen door and ran around the house with Granddad right behind him with a china tree branch in his hand. In a few minutes I heard Edward yelling to the tune of a rather rhythmic thwack, thwack. I never knew why: was afraid to ask. Granddad had a stroke. He was abed in a front room. There was a time when he wanted to sit up, and his bed needed changing. Mother, Grandmother and someone else helped him up into a rocking chair. Someone said he needed to prop his feet up, so my little rocking chair was brought in and his feet lifted up on it. Granddad said he hoped I didn't mind his propping his feet up on my chair. I felt very good about that: He had made it for my second birthday present. One of the rockers of the rocking chair Granddad was sitting in broke, and he fell. Others at the house managed to get him back on the bed, but I think that did him in. It seems to me that it was not long after that that we were in a funeral procession back to Hartford for his burial. There was a missionary from China who came to raise money for his mission and work. His name was George M. Kelley. I don't remember his wife's name, but mother carried on correspondence with her until she died some years later in China. Mother, Dad and I traveled with them on an itinerary for the purpose of underwriting his ministry. I am enclosing a picture of us all. We rode the trains a lot. When we went somewhere we went by train; when we came from some place we came by train. We even moved on a train: Our furniture (such as we had) was in the baggage car. Most of the time I didn't know where we were going or why. School days arrived after the tours with the Kelley family - by car. I started to school in Enterprise; and as nearly every change for the family before, I didn't know I was about to get educated until it happened - or a few days before that. And it wasn't long after that that I found myself going to school in Dothan. That was in 1925. Very early in my life, I'm told, Dad had a severe attack of appendicitis for which surgery was done at Dothan. I have very hazy memories of a time when he was seriously ill; but it was after we moved to Dothan later that I remember Mother's opening his scar before that, but Mother picked it open or used his straight razor to do so several times, using rags to catch the puss. I was later told that the doctor who did that operation, when he saw all that puss during the procedure, decided that Dad had an abscess instead of appendicitis. He cleaned out the "pocket" and gave Dad some medicine for the "abscess". Dad got all right; he got sick; he got well . . . . Then Pensacola. I don't remember whether he got sick again before or after the hurricane in 1927, but I think it was before. I was in the second grade there and Harold celebrated his first birthday. One day Dad was sick in bed, Mother had a fruit jar and some rags. I held something - rags or fruit jar- and stood there while Mother once again opened that thin-skinned scar. She caught almost a quart of puss. They called a doctor who came to the house to see Dad and advised him to go to the hospital for surgery. He still had appendicitis the doctor thought. This time he took Dad's appendix out, and reported that it had been lodged between two of his abdominal muscles to form the pocket into which the puss collected. This, the good doctor thought, was what saved Dad's life - otherwise the puss and the infection caused by the problem would have entered the abdominal cavity, caused peritonitis and death. But his appendix was not ruptured. Also before the hurricane, Dad went to Holt [, Florida,] to set a church in order, as Eva said in her paper. He was on his way home at the time the hurricane struck. He was to change trains, as I recall, a short distance from the bay and Pensacola. A kind gentleman was waiting in the depot where Dad was also waiting. When he heard news from the telegrapher (no radios) he would relay that news to the others. He had heard that Dad was trying to get to Pensacola, and relayed the message that Pensacola had been "blown off the map." Aunt Avis was staying with us during his absence. We went next door, which was a bigger house and didn't rock as much as our little 3-room "shotgun" house did. Our neighbors decided to drive around town for a look. The clouds looked to me as if one could reach up and touch them. From the house we watched some of the people who were trying to get to a school building for safety. One black lady, heavy set, would move along as fast as she could between gusts; stop and hold on to a fence when the gusts were too strong to move forward. At one point she seemed to be bothered or hampered by something, stopped and kicked off an undergarment, and moved on. We spent the night at home, one-year-old Harold slept, I'm sure - I know I did. There was a large china tree in front of our house, right close to the street. There was a fig tree in our neighbor's back yard. During the night that fig tree blew over, and the china tree was much damaged, and when I awoke in the morning I fussed at Mother for not waking me so I could have seen the fig tree blow over. Mother and Avis stayed awake all night, both afraid, but Avis sang her song, "We Have An Anchor," as Eva told it. I was not awake, but I have heard the story more than once, and although Avis may not have been in the room with us at that particular time, I'm sure she was awake. She was in the room with the rest of us when I awoke. Dad started out walking from the railroad depot. A man who was driving a truck, I believe, asked him where he was going and offered him a ride as far as he could take Dad. The bridge for cars and trucks was impassable but there was enough of the train bridge for Dad to walk across, which he did - on the train bridge - a distance of about four miles. After his appendectomy at Pensacola Dad was never bothered with the drainage in his side again, but it took him a long time to regain his strength. We moved to Laurel, Miss., in 1927. The church there had no piano, but an organ, a portable one as I recall. It was one of those foot-pumped organs, not a pipe organ. But I believe that we did not have even a church building to meet in at Dothan. At Laurel, Mother played the organ and, again, assisted Dad in various ways. Dad played saxophone in the city band. Our next-door neighbor on one side shot and killed his wife at a café; the neighbor on the other side had a two-year old son fall down an elevator shaft; the child's grandparents, rushing to the hospital that night, ran into an empty flatcar and were seriously injured; and a lawyer threatened to kill Dad because he had borrowed fifty cents from his wife, a member of the church. (One of his sons, Jimmy Mayo, became a prominent minister in the AG church.) Also while living at Laurel, we took our first bus trip (instead of by train), and there was an attendant on the bus somewhat like airlines have today, who took up the tickets and walked down the aisle to see that everyone was comfortable. When another moving time arrived, we moved by truck instead of by train. We must have moved about every year, thus we probably moved to Laurel in the summer of 1927? When school began there, I was required to take the second grade again. But I was in the third grade there, also. And we moved from Laurel to Hattiesburg. At Hattiesburg, 1929-33, grades 4-7. Mother didn't always play the church music; most of the time she sat with Harold and me - probably to keep us quiet. One Sunday, after singing "Bringing in the Sheaves," Harold expressed his dislike of the song on our way home. Why? Mother wanted to know. Because he hated cheese and he didn't like the idea of bringing in the cheese. I think about the most significant happening while we were there was the bank busts. The federal government declared a "bank holiday" for the purpose of curtailing the "runs" on the banks plus some remedy. One night, a little before bedtime for us boys, the husband of one of the faithful (and financially successful) members of the church came to the door knocking. Dad and I went to the door to find the gentleman there drunk and twirling his pistol on his finger, declaring his intention of killing the bank president. Dad asked him to give the gun to him (Dad) and go home and to bed, turned and sent me back into the house. For your purposes, Mother was a good friend of the member, and others did much to comfort and protect her during that crisis. That was probably the first place that I began to notice how much Mother was involved with Dad in all the church work. She visited with him, entertained in our homes, visited with him, served as a kind of listening post for him, even preached for him when he was unable to fill the pulpit for various reasons (not often, but willingly). Some even said she was a better preacher than Dad, but her retort was that she was not called to preach. In 1933 Dad obtained a two-wheel trailer. On that little trailer, we piled all our possessions, and stacked them high. Then we started out for Arkansas. Eva has already written that in Hattiesburg Dad bought a 1928 Chevrolet - in 1929, used. When we got to Louisiana and turned north we came to a very narrow asphalt road that was about three or four inches above the road shoulder. It was also pretty rough in some places. Treachery. Meeting oncoming traffic was tricky. Because of the high load, if we ran off the asphalt the trailer would tip over. Somewhere along the way we hit a fairly deep hole, the load lunged forward and bent the tongue of the trailer. At the first place we could find a garage, Dad went in and the man there straightened the tongue. But the tongue had been weakened, however, we had learned how to straighten it; but we needed the tools for it. After many stops for repair, Dad had an idea he thought would work, asked a station attendant at Conway, Arkansas, where there might be a welding shop. The welder attached a half-inch-thick bar to the tongue, and we had no more trouble of that kind the rest of the way to Siloam Springs. Mother was again pianist and associate pastor. The old Chevrolet had been a workhorse: taking us on trips to see relatives for vacations, getting stuck in the mud and pulled out again driving around town and country for various pleasures and duties, and pulling that load up hills - some of which were pretty steep. But it was old. Dad traded it in on a brand new Ford V-8 in 1935. Dad was off on some pastoral duties one windy day when a hobo type person came to the house (close to the RR track) asking for the privilege of storing his freshly-oiled, blown-down, canvas tent in our garage. Mother gave him permission provided he stack it where it wouldn't be in Dad's way when he came home. That was done. Some time after midnight we were awakened by the sheriff's gun-shot to find the garage and all its contents were afire. Nothing was saved from the garage. It was blamed on "spontaneous combustion," a new term for me. Another new car; another new garage - and the poor man had lost all his possessions. And another move - to Savannah, Georgia, 1936. School problems plagued me. I never learned their system, was required to take public speaking (which I detested because I had no intention of speaking publicly and the way I should speak publicly was so fakey) - "F". However, I was privileged to see "Jehovah's" parade down the main street by the church house, which was one block from "Niggatown," as it was called in those days. Crowds of black folk lined the street and contributed to Jehovah through the angelic assistance in receiving the money. I went fishing with a couple of other young men one day; caught several torpedo-nosed sharks, a few shovelnosed sharks (all about 12-18 inches), and crabs; changed bait and caught a bushel of crabs. Many of the A.G. preachers told about how God had called them whence to thence or thence to whence, but the only time I ever heard Dad say anything like that was at Savannah. Close to time for the church to vote for our staying or for a new man, some members began to try to get support to send Dad, primarily, but all of us, of course. The chief power behind this effort was the treasurer, He made a lot of decisions about what to do to the church building and it was done without normal due process. After the vote that ousted us, Dad emphatically told the congregation that God was not through with him in that place. It seems to have frightened the gentleman - he was somewhat shaken. 1937 back to Arkansas we went; this time to Paris. After several years there, some of that congregation tried the same thing. One Sunday after service Mother and another woman were talking and I walked up just in time to hear that one of the female opponents criticized Dad for wearing those white linen trousers because one "could see his underwear beneath them.' Mother responded, "You tell her to quit looking at my husband's underwear." It was at Paris that I met Irma Rhea Howard, later Hardwick. From Paris to Eureka Springs. Harold quit school there and joined the Navy with Mother and Dad's permission. I was more or less in and out of home while at Eureka, preaching some and looking for permanent assignment. One night, again after midnight, we were awakened by some yelling and the siren. It was our church building. It was a nice old churchy frame building. As it was winter and there had been a fire in the furnace, it was thought that the church building somehow caught fire from it. It burned to the ground. Mother was still pianist and associate minister. The Methodist church offered us the use of its facilities, but there was another building with a large vacant room available, and so the A.G. congregation accepted that offer. Dad did not build a church house there. It was while we lived there that Irma and I were married at Paris with Dad performing the ceremony. Monticello, Ark., followed Eureka Springs. Mother and Dad lived there two or three years, I think. The power there was a woman who was confined to a wheelchair. Her son decided to prepare himself for pastoral ministry during Dad's time there. I heard from him for the first time the word "irregardless." After service I looked it up in the dictionary, but couldn't find it. I could find no church to pastor, nor did I hear of a church that needed such leadership, and it was not only embarrassing but I was unable to carry my share of expenses while staying with Mother and Dad. I had learned a trade during our time in Siloam Springs, and there was a business in Monticello that needed help. Now, at least I could "carry my own weight" Shortly after that I learned of a little church a few miles from Monticello that was looking for pastoral leadership. Dad's mother had become ill and was confined mostly to bed, occasionally wheelchair. He became concerned about her care and began the think about returning to Alabama to be nearer to her. He and Mother moved back to New Brockton; Harold and Eva moved from Arkansas to Huntsville, Ala. I believe Eva can help you from this point on much better than I. She and Harold also lived in, first, Huntsville and then Dothan, thus were in closer contact with them than I. I apologize for taking so long in getting this done. I hope you find some pictures that you can use among those that I am sending. This rambling chain of memories is well disorganized. They may well be useless to you for this project. Mainly, Mother was very much in the picture for and with Dad, but she also remained in the background for the main part. Of all the help that Dad had throughout the years Mother helped by far the most. Finally, if you follow Dad's trail, you also follow Mother. Sincerely, James Hardwick p.s. This is not meant to be published, but you are welcome to use any part you need. [Thank you, James. I need it all. - Elmer Burns Lammon]	Hardwick, James William (I542)
213	General Notes: The Lammon Tree Davis B Bennett - Davis was good at carpentry; loved to garden and keep things repaired. He married Aline Lammon in Manatee, Florida, some time in 1930, during the depression. For fun, they would walk the beaches, catch fish and dig clams to cook near the water. Davis and Aline later moved to Miami, Florida, where Davis worked as a carpenter. During the 1950s they moved to Lake Wales, Florida, where A Z Lammon Marlow and husband Wade Marlow lived. Davis worked for the Seaboard Railroad in West Lake Wales, Florida, until he retired. He and Aline divorced during this time and Davis remarried. He continued living in West Lake Wales until his death in 1961. Davis Bennett was a hard-working, kind, gentle man who had many friends. He was greatly loved by his nieces, Sara and Alyce Marlow. - Alyce and Sara Marlow.	Bennett, Davis B (I338)
214	General Notes: THE LAMMON TREE From Helen Peckinpaugh Hines: William M. Hines is the brother of Henry Lee Hines (husband of Mabel Lammon) Therefore, Virginia Ann Hines, William Monroe Hines (William M's children) and Bobby Archie Hines and Mary Pearl Hines are double cousins. The following note from Wendy Ann Hines: Very generous, easy-going, loving, caring, painter.	Hines, William Monroe (I357)
215	General Notes: The Lammon Tree 1860 Dale Co. Alabama Census, Newton P.O., p. 721 or 223. 1870 Dale Co. Alabama Census, Barnes Cross Rd., Beat #12, p. 196. B-1880 Dale Co., Alabama Census, E.D. 66, Dwelling #100. B-1900 Dale Co., Alabama Census, Barnes Cross Road, E.D.69, Sheet 10,line 88, says born Jan 1825. D- SLC #0924918, Dale Co. Alabama Cemeteries, Old Post Oak (Methodist) Cemetery. p. 4.	Glenn, Thomas H. (I25)
216	General Notes: THE LAMMON TREE D-Info from Jane Linton & Elmer Lammon M- Elmer Lammon Note from daughter Judy: Harold Lamar Hardwick was born February 18, 1926 to William Files Hardwick and Irene Lammon Hardwick in Dothan, Alabama. At the time of his birth, his parents lived in an apartment next door Blanche Hayes, who remains a dear family friend to this day. Until the time of Harold's death, Mrs. Hayes made it a point to call him on every birthday to remind him of her affection for him, and to remind him that she gave him his first sip of orange juice. Harold was the second child of William and Irene, the first child being James William Hardwick, who was seven years old at the time of his brother's birth. Upon returning from school one day, James discovered that Harold had joined his family. “Is he ours? Is he really ours?” was one of his comments most remembered. Harold was most fond of the children's fairy tale “Jack & the Beanstalk”, which was read to him, or told to him every night before he went to bed. Harold loved to go and visit with his Grandma and Grandpa Lammon, who lived in a big house with a big back porch. On one visit, Harold was sitting with Grandpa out on the back porch. Grandpa had a big wad of tobacco in his mouth and Harold noticed that every few minutes, his grandpa would lean over and spit off the side of the porch. How fascinating! Harold asked his grandpa for a chew, so that he could test his own “spitting” ability! After repeated requests from Harold, Grandpa Lammon decided to give the boy what he had asked for. He cut off a small plug of tobacco and handed it to Harold. Harold crammed that plug right into his mouth and he began to chew. . .and chew. . .and chew. The more he chewed, the more saliva was produced and down the back of his throat went that awful concoction. It was bitter and hot and it made him just plain dizzy and sick to his stomach. Harold began to spit and sputter as his head reeled. Grandpa Lammon got a big laugh that day, and Harold never asked for another plug of tobacco as far as we know! Being a minister's son could be most trying and just downright dangerous at times. Because his parents were in the ministry, they traveled a lot, and they pastored many churches. Harold has told stories about having to fight many boys in the different churches, just to stand his ground and to gain the respect of his peers. He was mischievous, but never mean. He was a good student, although he never attended one school for very long at the time. At the age of 14 or 15, he developed an interest in the newspaper business and he would skip school with 2 or 3 of his friends and go downtown to the local newspaper office to watch the big presses turn out and fold newspapers. One day, while he was sitting next to the wall in the composing room, his principal walked in. He walked over to Harold and he threatened to call his parents to tell them he had skipped school. At that time, Harold informed the principal that he was quitting school to join the Navy. And, join the Navy he did, with his parents' blessings, in March of 1943. He was but a mere lad when he left home for San Diego in 1943. He wrote letters to his mother regularly, and his mother saved every letter that he had written to her during his entire Navy career. Harold's travels took him to all corners of the world. Some of those countries in which he served were Hobart, Tasmania Calcutta, India, Durban, South Africa, Rio de Janerio, Brazil, Hollandia, New Guinea, Hong Kong, China, Shanghai, China, and Pearl Harbor. During one confrontation in the North Atlantic, the ship on which Harold was stationed was attacked and ultimately shot out from under him and his shipmates. After spending hours in lifeboats, they were rescued by a sister ship during the late night hours. Harold was a Radioman. A radioman sent messages from ship to ship. It was imperative that all messages were sent with no mistakes whatsoever. Harold was an accomplished Morse Code messenger. He was fast and accurate which would explain why the Captain of one of the ships where he served requested him and ONLY him to send and receive messages. While serving in the U.S. Navy, Harold's duties took him to more than 51 countries or provinces and he returned to many of those countries to serve on more than one occasion. Harold served on the USS Charleston, USS E.G. Hall, USS Union, USS John A. Robeling, ISS Ingham, USS Prometheus, and the USS Tacloban During his travels, Harold kept a map and charted every route and every port where he and his shipmates served. The map hangs in a prominent place to remind us all of the love and devotion that he felt for his country. While on leave in 1946, Harold went to Sheridan, Arkansas, where his parents were holding a revival meeting in the church where Eva Freeman and her family attended. Eva and Harold were formally introduced. However, the revival meeting closed within a short period of time and Harold and his parents left to return to Monticello, Arkansas. Several months later, when Harold was once again on leave, he contacted Eva in Sheridan, Arkansas and invited her to come to Ozark, Alabama so that they would be able to spend more time together. Eva traveled to Ozark with James, Harold's brother, and Irma, James' wife who were going to visit the family. Eva's mother told her that if she would marry the Hardwick boy (Harold) that they would give her a church wedding. Well the rest is history. Within a short period of time, Harold and Eva were planning a wedding. After Harold was discharged from the Navy in November of 1947, Harold and Eva were married on December 23, 1947 in Sheridan, Arkansas. They set up housekeeping in Siloam Springs where Harold attended Siloam Springs Bible Institute and Printing School. Their only means of transportation was by bicycle. Harold rode a bicycle to work and to school, and Eva rode a bicycle every afternoon to meet him on his way home. Ah, the good life! In September of 1948 Harold and Eva moved to Harrison, Arkansas, where Harold started to work with the Harrison Daily Times newspaper as a linotype operator/machinist. On June 21, 1949, Judy Lamar Hardwick was born to Eva and Harold. Harold was convinced that Judy would surely be a “Harold, Jr.” but fate had other plans. Harold was called back into the Navy in September of 1950 and he was stationed in San Diego, California. Jack William Hardwick was born to Harold and Eva on May 2, 1951 in San Diego. Harold was discharged from the Navy in November of 1951. After his discharge, the family moved to Huntsville, Alabama, where Harold started to work for the Huntsville Times newspaper as a linotype operator/machinist. In 1956, Harold accepted a job with The Dothan Eagle newspaper in Dothan, Alabama. In 1958, Harold started his own printing business in the back room of an office that was owned by a close family friend. He set up shop with only one hand fed press and hand set type. As time marched on and business grew, Harold was able to move out of the one room office and into a small office behind the original office building where his business started. Harold continued to work part time for The Dothan Eagle for about a year after starting Hardwick Printing Company. As the business flourished, Harold resigned from his position at Dothan Eagle altogether so that he could give full attention to his Printing business. As his son Jack began to grow and mature, Harold began to train him in the printing business also. When Jack was in high school, Harold changed the name of the business to Hardwick and Son Printing, making Jack a partner in the business. On June 2, 1961, Jeanie Irene Hardwick was born to Harold and Eva Hardwick. The baby and Eva were both very ill and were not expected to live. After much prayer, Jeanie and Eva began to recover and were both soon able to be released from the hospital. Harold was known as a fair and honest businessman and one of the better printers in this part of the country. From the time that Harold moved into the present location of Hardwick and Son Printing, four different additions were added to the building to accommodate all of the business that was being generated. Shortly before Harold became ill, he retired from Hardwick and Son Printing so that he and Eva could travel and just enjoy being at home. Their travels were cut short when Harold was diagnosed with lung cancer in the spring of 1998. In November of 1998, Harold Lamar Hardwick went to heaven. He had a spirit of mischief about him that was evident, even in the months during his illness. One last story before we go. During his illness I had the privilege of sitting at his bedside and talking for hours. One night, we were talking very quietly and I made the statement that he would soon be celebrating a birthday. He shook his head and he said, I won't be having another birthday. I disagreed with him and I told him that we were going to have a big birthday party for him with balloons and cake and ice cream. He looked at me and he said “Ya'll sure are gonna get mighty cold out there at the cemetery, then!” He was one in a million. Note from daughter Jeanie: MY DAD, I adored him and was a daddy's girl until the day I had to say goodbye. He was there for me and my boys all of the years I was a single parent. He was wise, smart, funny, and a BIG jokester, yet he was the most tenderhearted man I ever knew! The night before he died Judy and I got up in the bed with him and lay down beside him, one of us on either side. He saw we were eating bite-sized chocolates. He opened his mouth real big as if to say, "feed me one". Well you got to understand he could not swallow at that point but for some reason God allowed Judy and I one more moment, frozen in time, a last special memory of our daddy that would always be remembered. Judy whispered in his ear, "Daddy did you ever think that you would be laying up in the bed with two pretty women feeding you chocolates?" Daddy grinned while chewing the chocolate and replied, "Done did it". Oh how I miss him! Note from brother James: On Feb. 18, 1926, a six-year-old boy, returning home from school, was faced with a strange sight -- to him. His father was standing about the middle of the room and his mother was in bed. What was the matter? Mother said, "Come here, I have something to show you." He went over to see what it was; she threw back the covers, and there was a BABY! "It's a boy. His name is Harold Lamar." The six- (almost seven-) year-old stood gazing at the sight a few seconds--or minutes--and said, "Is he ours?" "Yes, he is ours," Mother replied. A little while later (seconds or minutes?) he asked, "Is he really ours?" "Yes, he is really ours," she replied; and every Feb. 18 thereafter she reminded both Harold and his big brother of that question and answer series. She much later told H's BB she really wanted to name him Harold Lammon, but Dad said no. Harold was the normal little brother, pestering, interfering in his BB's baby-sitter's activities, and sometimes embarrassing and troublesome. (When he was about six years old, Harold was singing, "She's got freckles on her butt but I love it just the same." His father called out to him, "Where did you hear that song?" "James," said Harold. "That isn't what I said," stammered James.) At Eureka Springs, AR, when in about the last year of public school, Harold wasn't getting much of what he was in school for. Too many extracurricular activities -- such as turning bats loose in study hall, attaching whizbombs to the school bell, etc., -- were disrupting studies. Harold wanted to join the Navy, and so his parents consented. After training he was attached to the Merchant Marines, and saw action in WW-II several times -- once a ship he was on was torpedoed. After he got out of the Navy, he married Eva Dell Freeman.	Hardwick, Harold Lamar (I543)
217	At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld.	Freeman, Eva Dell (I933)
218	General Notes: The Lammon Tree The following note from daughter Nancy: When Elmer Lammon left Hartford, Alabama in 1924 to seek his fame and fortune in the Navy, he had little idea of all of the changes that awaited him in the few years that would follow. The scrapbook that he kept through the two years that he spent traveling the world is something to treasure. When he returned at the death of his father, his sister Avis introduced him to her good friend, Una Yelverton. They were married in 1927 and lived in Enterprise, Alabama, most of their lives. Elmer, who could fix all kinds of machinery, owned and operated automobile garages for his life's work. **************************************************************************** The following note is from a videotape interview with sister, Avis, in the 1980's: AUNT AVIS: I was twenty-seven when I married. Then, I was twenty-eight, and I had - I married John Atkinson. He was a lot older than I was, had a grown family. We had three babies. And he was - when the oldest one was nine, he died. That was - John Keith was nine. Edward Lammon was four, and Jane was two. NANCY: Who was next? AUNT AVIS: Your father, Elmer, was next in age. And he married Una Yelverton. In what year? NANCY: In '27, I believe, wasn't it, or '24? AUNT AVIS: I don't know. We can look it up. NANCY: I think she graduated from high school in '24, and they married soon after that. Did they meet - now, you and Mother were friends? AUNT AVIS: Yeah. When he came home from the Navy - he was in the Navy when we moved here. And I never did tell her anything about Elmer - him anything about Una, nor Una anything about Elmer. But after he came home, he said, why didn't you tell me about this gal? And she said the same thing. I mean, they fell for each other, and I can't remember how soon they married, but they married secretly. ... NANCY: How long were Mother and Daddy secretly married? Why did they do it that way? AUNT AVIS: I don't know why they did it that way. If I ever did know, I don't remember. I don't remember why. I don't know how long they were secretly married. Elmer had gone to Montgomery to [work]- and was working and staying with Uncle Archie - the reason we were there at his house seeing him. And then, it wasn't long after that, till they came - he came home and he got a job here, and they rented an apartment right there on the corner of - do you remember? NANCY: I don't remember the name. I know they had that little service station. AUNT AVIS: I don't remember how long they were married before they - she came and they - she kept working, and he did too. ... AUNT AVIS: Elmer came home. Elmer came home from the Navy - I think this is right interesting too. Elmer was in the Navy when Papa was real ill, fixing to die. And we knew that he was going to die. So Mama tried every way she knew - all of us did - to get in touch with Elmer's commanding officer or whatever he was. And the last letter we had from Elmer he had come from the - brought from the Pacific side of the United States over to the Atlantic side. And we couldn't seem to get in touch with him. So Elmer called one day on the telephone, and he was in Jacksonville, Florida, when he called, and said, I haven't heard - he said, well, I haven't written y'all in a long time. He said, since I'm this near home, I wanted to let you know I was here. And so Mama told him about Papa being so ill. And he - they let him out of the Navy, and he didn't have to go back. His time was so near out, they just dismissed him then. So he came on home, and Papa died just a few days after Elmer got home. That was in - I declare. Let's see. I need that book, don't I? NANCY: I believe it was '24. ANN: About '24 because Daddy was about fourteen. NANCY: I think it was '24 or '25. ... AVIS ...and Mama had one baby that died while we lived there in Bellwood. Her name was Mary Lou. We called her Baby Lou. EDDIE: Is she buried in Bellwood or Hartford? AUNT AVIS: She's buried in Hartford. But she drank poison by mistake, thought it was milk, and it was potash. It had rained in a potash can, and she poured it in a little old glass and drank it, and it ate her stomach up. NANCY: Now, how old was she? AUNT AVIS: She was a year and a half - two and a half. No, I believe she was just a year and a half. ANN: That was sad. AUNT AVIS: That was - the only thing I can remember about that baby she was crying so, and I reckon they didn't know how to treat things then. They put her in a sheet and two people on each side and they would pour water on the sheet and let it run under her to cool her. She was just burning up, you know. I remember that. And I remember Mama walking the floor and patting her, as she'd walk around the corner of the porch. And I remember following her and looking at the baby. NANCY: Did she know that she had drunk this? AUNT AVIS: Yeah, yeah. ANN: As a matter of fact, I think your daddy always thought that he let her drink it and never did get over that, did he? AUNT AVIS: Yeah, but I didn't want to tell that. NANCY: Yeah, I remember him talking - AUNT AVIS: Yeah, he - the lime was in a can. Mama washed just outside the window, and somebody had broken the window out. So Elmer reached around there and got the can. And he saw that milk in it and poured it in a glass, and then, the baby took the milk and drank it. And Elmer never did get over that. ? NANCY: How old would was he? Just - AUNT AVIS: Well, let's see. I had started to school there, and he was two and a half years younger than me. So he wasn't any older than three. ANN: Yeah, He was just three or four years old. AUNT AVIS: He wasn't more than three 'cause I started school when I was five. ... NANCY: I think one - of course, it's not funny - I guess maybe it could be a little funny now - was the time that Daddy and Uncle Ed took off to California. ANN: California. Mother, you tell about that. NANCY: You need to tell that, because Mama never got over that, now, I'm telling you. ANN: And tell how y'all felt about it. DONNIE: It didn't bother me, as long as it didn't him. NANCY: Well, it bothered her. DONNIE: I didn't care for them going, myself. NANCY: Did y'all know they were going, though, before they just packed up the car and left? DONNIE: Yeah, I did. ANN: But, I mean, weren't you a little bit upset that you were working hard for a living, and Daddy was taking a month's vacation in California with Uncle Elmer? DONNIE: It didn't bother me too bad. NANCY: Well, I remember Mother made me go get in the car and lay down in the backseat so - as a stowaway - so they'd get way down the road and have to come back - discover me in the car. Well, they discovered me before they left actually. AUNT AVIS: I bet they did. NANCY: No, but she was upset about that. EDDIE: Well, whose idea was it for them to go? You don't know? NANCY: I don't know. Do you know? DONNIE: I think it was Daddy's. He wanted to go back over some of the places he had hoboed. AUNT AVIS: And Elmer, you know, was in the Navy out there, and Elmer went to that Knott's Berry Farm. And - seems like that's what they were going out to see about. DONNIE: Knott's Berry Farm? AUNT AVIS: Something about - Elmer was in the Navy with one of the sons of that Knotts or the Berrys, whichever the name is. And Elmer kept talking about it. And it seemed like that's where it was - was the beginning of that trip. Anyway, I know they went out there and hunted that boy. NANCY: They were gone for like three weeks and went to the Grand Canyon and the Painted Desert. ANN: Had pictures of - NANCY: Ed standing up in that barn. ANN: Where is that picture with Uncle Elmer standing up in that - NANCY: Oh, I've got them. They were in San Diego or somewhere like that. ANN: Brought Mama a jacket back that had Mexico written on the back and fringe all over it. EDDIE: I remember that. ANN: Yeah. NANCY: Mother never got over that, because she always wanted to go to California. And the one time they could have gone, they get in the car and just take off and go. ANN: Mama wore that jacket. DONNIE: Your mama, I believe, was jealous of Ed and your daddy. NANCY: Well, she - bless her heart. She was jealous, period, of anybody. I mean, she really was. AUNT AVIS: She didn't like anybody coming between her and what - NANCY: Whatever was important at the time. AUNT AVIS: - was hers. NANCY: Right. She was jealous. But that's always just been a funny story to me, how they'd just get in the car and just - EDDIE: Take off? NANCY: - take off to go three thousand miles. ANN: On vacation - NANCY: And leaving their wives and family. ANN: And didn't have a bit of money. I mean, it's not like we had a surplus of money to spend. NANCY: It would be interesting to know how much money they took. AUNT AVIS: How much they spent? NANCY: Exactly. DONNIE: Ed didn't take very much because he didn't have any. NANCY: Well, it probably wouldn't have taken, in that day and time, much, I wouldn't think.	Lammon, Elmer Fields (I319)
219	General Notes: The Lammon Tree & Jane Linton. 1900 Alabama Soundex B&DSocial Security Death Index. Irene graduated from Geneva County High School in 1916 and was valedictorian of her class. (The following is a transcription of handwritten notes to your editor by his Aunt Irene.) Edward Louis Lamont of Lamont Argylshire, Scotland, the 22nd Chieftain of the Clan Lamont-which we belong to. The Treasurer of the Clan wrote me from Scotland that Lammon is one of the original clan names--and he thinks goes back further than the actual name Lamont. The clan history goes back to about the year 1230 AD. I haven't been able to get all I want yet and don't know if I ever can. Duncan Lammon was Grandpa Lammon's father. Their father (Duncan's & Daniel's) came from Scotland, settled in N.C. He (Duncan) married Ann McColsky. They came to Alabama (the) year stars fell 1833--settled awhile in N. Alabama--then South to Dale County -- often saw Indians and many bones bleaching (horses and men.) Children (were) horrified (Grandpa Lammon cites). Aunt Annie (Omar Barnes grandmother -- only 6 at that time -- she pointed out a road to go that landed them at Barnes X-roads. Once spent a night in Cherokee country near Indian camp -- Indians fixed large pot of hominy and began to pass to them in a large spoon. They were frightened to death but afraid not to eat. Mama's Side Grandma Griffith was a Washington -- moved to U.S. from Wales -- settled in N.C. Don't know date of her birth but Grandpa's -- Aug 7, 1784 (on chart) -- came to US about 1800. Grandpa O.H. Griffith was an Irishman whose parents had come to States, also. After they were married they settled in Cuthbert, Ga. -- had 6 children. Grandma Atkinson was the oldest. Her mother dying when she was 15 and all responsibility of family fell on her. She married William Maldre Atkinson of Greensboro, Georgia. His parent(s) came to U.S. from Ireland when he was very young. They were married about 1847. There were 7 children. (They) lived in Cuthbert several years. Grandma Fields was oldest -- born March 4, 1848. At age 23 she married Alexander Clayton Fields. His parents were from Darlington District, S.C. His family came and settled about 3 miles SW of Ozark in 1825 (Matthews-Mother's side). There were 8 children. (Grandpa Fields was an only child). His father died when he was just walking and is buried in old family plot in an unmarked grave -- in what is now a Negro cemetery. In those days slaves were buried in one part of the cemetery and whites in other. Grandsir Moses was a large slave owner and when grandma Sinia married he gave her 2 slaves, Mary and her daughter Piety. When grandma was dying - in 1888 - they sent for Old Mary, who sat beside her & fanned her till she died. She is buried in Ozark. Grandma Sinia had a section of land - but her brothers got most of it, as she had to sell bit by bit to live. Old Claybank Church and grounds were given by her brother Elisha Matthews. The following is a transcription of a videotaped interview. Son Harold is interviewing Irene: INTERVIEW OF IRENE HARDWICK BY HER SON, HAROLD DATE: about 1985 or 1986 PLACE: Dothan, Alabama ______________________________ Transcribed by: SHARON M. STILL (McALLISTER) Court Reporter INTERVIEW HAROLD: Just start way back. Where did you meet Dad and where was it and what happened? When is the first time you saw him? AUNT IRENE: The first time I remember seeing Dad was when we were holding our... it was before we held a meeting at Barnes' Crossroads there in Hartford, he was there and my brother Jessup was there and they had what they call kind of a study course, you know. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: About studying the Bible, and Dad was there along with two... well, the Holloway boy and three or four others, younger people our age. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: And, so it was there that we first saw him. And, we had an ex-Missionary named brother Massey from India and he was going to hold a revival meeting under a brush arbor at Barnes' Crossroads. And, that was our Uncle's house, Uncle Jake Barnes. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: And, he wanted... they wanted Sister and me to come up there and help with the music and sing, and so that... Bill was there to help with that meeting and that's when I first really got acquainted with him. HAROLD: Right. AUNT IRENE: I met him before then. HAROLD: How did y'all get together? AUNT IRENE: Well, we... first time I ever walked home with him we were all staying at Uncle Jake Barnes, he had a big old house and Sister and me were staying there and so was Brother Massey and Bill. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: And, they... we were walking home from the church and he walked with me and Clarence Barnes, one of the boys, walked up and... in front of us, we were walking towards him and he made a picture of us walking along together. HAROLD: All right, you still got it? AUNT IRENE: Yes, I got that picture. HAROLD: I'd like to see that. AUNT IRENE: And, that was the... we were just walking along and he made the picture and he developed them, Mr. Barnes did that work himself, he just had trained himself. Anyhow, he gave me one of the snaps, because after that meeting was over I didn't see Bill again for along time. In fact, we didn't get... well, we was just together that... and so, Clarence gave me the picture and said, "Do you know how to contact that man, do you know his address? Bill's address?" And, I said, "Yes, he lives at Erika." And, he said, "Well, you send him this picture." And, so I wrote him a note and told him that Clarence said for me to send him that picture." Years after that, after we were married Bill said that he knew as soon as he got that picture, said I was going to be his wife, because he had prayed that the Lord would let the one that he chose for him to write to him first. HAROLD: Hum. AUNT IRENE: And, I had written first. Of course, I didn't know it until after we were married. HAROLD: When did he get around to asking you? AUNT IRENE: Well, that was in 1915 and he didn't ask me until about 19? well, it must have been the last part of 1917. I still got the letter that said "Will you marry me?" We got married, you know, in 1918. HAROLD: What did your Daddy say? AUNT IRENE: He asked for my hand and Pappa said, "No", said, "You're a Preacher and I want my--- you're a Holiness Preacher and I want my daughter to have a home." And said, "A Preacher never has one." HAROLD: Well, after y'all... after you got married, what did you do then? AUNT IRENE: He was happy, because when Pappa died, which was in 1925 he called all of us in to tell us that he wanted us to meet him in heaven, that he was ready to go and Bill was there too, and he said, "Bill, you've been a real son to me and I'm proud of you." So, he was well pleased after it all went past. HAROLD: Where did y'all Pastor then, or how did you... what did you do then? AUNT IRENE: Well--- HAROLD: Did y'all Preach or---? AUNT IRENE: To begin with we just held camp meetings everywhere. We just... the first meeting we held was in New Brockton. You know, he lived out... they lived out in the country. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: But, we... the first meeting we held was one week after we were married. We went there and stayed in the home of Mr. Sawyer, Toliver Sawyer, and put up camp. Bill had a camp and held a camp meeting there, and that was the first meeting we held right there in New Brockton. HAROLD: Didn't y'all do a lot of walking? AUNT IRENE: We walked all the time. HAROLD: I mean you'd go to meetings and walk several miles to get there? AUNT IRENE: Yes, that's the truth. Well, from there we went to another place, it was a chapel and held one. And, then went to Enterprise and put up the tent and a storm came, blew the tent down and tore it and we had to go back and stay at ______________(Berna Hardwick's) and patch the tent before we held another meeting. HAROLD: Well, just go on with it. I'd like to hear the whole... where did you go next and what did you do? AUNT IRENE: Well, from Enterprise we went down in Florida and we held meetings at Holt, Holt, Florida. And, then all around through Alabama, wherever we could go. We went to -- Campbelton at one time and held a meeting and had the tent right close to the jail, and Bill was preaching and his... I don't even know what he was preaching about, but anyhow, there was somebody at the jail that was listening and hollered out and said "Amen". And, Dad said, "Now, you see, somebody knows what the truth is, although they may not have lived it." And, then from there we went to another place, I wish I could think of the name of it. They've never had a meeting there before and now they have... we held a tent meeting there. It was at the same... at the home of a Preacher who was Brother Lee and we went and stayed at his father-in-law's... and with his father-in- law's family. HAROLD: Now, what---? AUNT IRENE: We had other meetings there. HAROLD: Now, when was James born in this go 'round? AUNT IRENE: In this... let me think. HAROLD: You wound up in Hartford somehow. AUNT IRENE: After we were expecting James we went to Hartford. Someone got... I forgot now who carried us. Sister... Sister Herbert went up to the Hartman's place in Albethem and brought us down there, but... so James could be born in Hartford. And, he... Brother Dan Dubois and she, his wife was Bill's sister, and we then stayed at their house and James was born there on January the 9th, 1919. HAROLD: January? AUNT IRENE: February. HAROLD: February? No. AUNT IRENE: April. Why didn't you let me make notes? That's awful, because that's when the first one was born. And, Brother Dan's wife, we called her "Sis", and James was born April the 9th, and that little girl, Meriam, was born April the 11th in the same house there in the parsonage at Hartford. HAROLD: Hartford. And, then what did you do? Where did y'all go then? AUNT IRENE: Well, after we went back and stayed with his parents for a while, and then started back in the revival work then. In 1922 they... no, in 1920 we went to Hartford and Pastored the church and in 1922 the District Council was held in Slocomb, Alabama and Bill was elected Superintendent of the District, which then included Alabama, Georgia and Florida. And, then after that... he was elected there, he resigned the church in Hartford, and then visited churches all over the State, all over the District except churches down in Florida. Anyway, they had not been set in order, although they were together, they had not been organized as the Assemblies of God. They were just, you know, free and so it was after that that we visited all of the churches in Alabama, Georgia and Florida. And, I can't tell how many were organized at that time, but yes, we kept busy doing that. But, in 1927 he went to--- HAROLD: You skipped the year of ____________________. (PAUSE) What happened in 1926 that kind of shook the whole world? AUNT IRENE: Well, now, I was going to get to that. And, that's when... I'm still not sure--- HAROLD: You left me slam out. AUNT IRENE: In 1925... I told you that was the year that Papa died. In 1926--- HAROLD: February, okay. 18th. AUNT IRENE: We was living in Dothan at that time. We had a room of two apartments in the town and Alto and Bradley Cains lived on one side and we lived on the other. It was there that Harold came. HAROLD: Yes, now, you got through. AUNT IRENE: That's the truth, and that was... that was on the 18th, 1926, and James was praying here for Harold to be born and for James to go to start his school, and he set the church in order here in Dothan at that time. I believe it was in December 1926 the church was set in order, 1925. And, then in February Harold was born, and James came in from school that afternoon and Dad was showing him the baby on the bed and he propped his fingers up and looked at him and he would look at Dad and he'd look at me, and finally he looked at Dad and said, "Is he ours?" and he said, "Yes, he's ours." And, he'd look at the baby again and then he said, "Is he really ours?" And, I thought he was--- HAROLD: Get in awe of me? AUNT IRENE: I didn't really, but both times, but he seemed to--- (inaudible) and make it come true and real that we were going to have a little boy, another little boy. HAROLD: Where did y'all move after you left Dothan? AUNT IRENE: After we went from there from Dothan we went to Pensacola. HAROLD: That was when you and I were in a storm and Dad was gone? AUNT IRENE: Yes, that was in 1927, the storm... I've forgotten the name of it. Do you remember the name of it? HAROLD: No, I don't. AUNT IRENE: They call them, you know, by names. But, anyhow, it was after that storm and everybody was... couldn't get out and walk for it blowing--- for a safe place to stay, but we... you and James was there with me and Dad was across the river at a place... I can't say the name of that. This side of Pensacola though. He had gone over there to organize a church and we weren't with him and the storm came while he was gone. And, he was trying to get home and he got to the river and he couldn't get across because the storm had blown the bridge down, and they... the people that were walking along there with him trying to get out, you know, in a safer area found out he was trying to get on to his side and they said, "Well, Pensacola is already lost, said it's swept. Things have just gone out." Well, the people in Pensacola were disturbed so until they would get out and went to town to try to find a safe place as much as they could, and we could watch them as they passed us. We stayed home, because I had the two little boys and Avis was there helping me take care of them, but no damage was done to our place when he came in. HAROLD: And, he walked on across that bridge? AUNT IRENE: He walked across that bridge that had swept down, and then hitched a ride as far as he could along... wasn't much riding done, but he came all the way home and found us safe. So, that was 1927. HAROLD: And, then where did you go to? AUNT IRENE: From there we moved to Laurel, Mississippi. And, the Knowles, Brother and Sister Knowles were Pastoring in Mississippi and they got us to come there, in fact, they presented Dad's name and they called him at Laurel and we moved there in 1927. Well, then from there we moved to Hattesburg in 1929. Then, in 1934, I believe it was, we moved to--- HAROLD: Siloam Springs? AUNT IRENE: Siloam Springs, Arkansas where we Pastored two years. I don't remember just how long. And, then we went from Siloam to when he went back to Savannah. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: We were in Savannah two or three years. I can't remember exactly the dates, and then back to Arkansas. HAROLD: Paris. AUNT IRENE: Paris. And, then Paris, there was... we stayed there four or five years. And, from Paris we went to, was it Omaha? HAROLD: No, you moved to Franklin. AUNT IRENE: We moved to Franklin. I got my years mixed up. Then we moved to Franklin, which was up in the Ozark Mountains and a wonderful place to live. HAROLD: Time out. AUNT IRENE: Go on. We went--- HAROLD: Now, James... James got married--- AUNT IRENE: In 1943. HAROLD: In Paris. AUNT IRENE: We lived in Paris, and he married gospel... __________Palmer. HAROLD: Yes. And, then you left Franklin? AUNT IRENE: Yes. HAROLD: And, then you went to Monticello? AUNT IRENE: Monticello. HAROLD: And, then from Monticello where did you go? AUNT IRENE: Let me see... HAROLD: Did you retire? AUNT IRENE: Huh? HAROLD: Did you just quit and retire? AUNT IRENE: No, you know we came down and... I know, we moved--- HAROLD: New Brockton? AUNT IRENE: From Monticello we came down and lived at the Barnes Crossroads. HAROLD: Yes, retired. AUNT IRENE: And, you came and brought Eva one--- HAROLD: No, James came down with Marice and brought Eva. AUNT IRENE: Yes. Came down and visited and then we accepted... he accepted the church in New Brockton. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: And, we moved to New Brockton, they had a parsonage and we lived there in it. And, from there--- HAROLD: Up to Huntsville. AUNT IRENE: We moved to Huntsville, Alabama. And, you and Eva got married while we were living in New Brockton here. HAROLD: No, I think it was Barnes Crossroads, because y'all came up--- AUNT IRENE: Yes, we went up there. HAROLD: Might have been. AUNT IRENE: We were still pastoring New Brockton. HAROLD: And, then from Huntsville you went to... back to New Brockton, didn't you? AUNT IRENE: Back to New Brockton. HAROLD: And, then to Andalusia. AUNT IRENE: And, from Huntsville we went to Andalusia--- HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: And stayed with Avis two years and helped her with that... her business there for a while. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: And, then moved back to Dothan and pastored at New Brockton. HAROLD: How in the world did you manage to get back to Dothan? AUNT IRENE: Let me think. Well, after we left... where did we go then? HAROLD: You couldn't find a house so we couldn't stay with you a lot. AUNT IRENE: We did too... when you were in that two-story building--- HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: ---up there. I tried my best to figure out how that was. That was back in Huntsville. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: That's the truth. And, then we found this house over here. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: And, Dad traded for it, and then when that one became empty, 1,500.00, he traded for it in swaps. Left you out of this one when we moved over there. Oh, Lord, that was back in 196--- HAROLD: '61. AUNT IRENE: 1960 we moved over there. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: In 1958 we come over here to your place. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: And, then lived here in your... where this house is. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: Two years and then moved over there in 1960. And, that has been twenty-two years ago. HAROLD: Yes. AUNT IRENE: And, I'm so proud of my family that's all here today. Isn't that wonderful, all these children, grandchildren, great grandchildren. And, I'm still here. HAROLD: And, if you want to tell your great grandchildren something, one thing, what would it be, knowing you and Dad? AUNT IRENE: Well, tell them listen to your Dad and Mother and obey them and follow the Lord all the way to the end of the road so we'll all be in heaven together some day. HAROLD: Right, Amen. All right. AUNT IRENE: Not only the great grandchildren, the children and grandchildren. Everyone. We must be an unbreakable family, wouldn't that be glorious? HAROLD: Uh huh (yes). AUNT IRENE: Yes, it's possible. My mother used to say that she had asked the Lord for each one of her children, the Lord had promised her--- HAROLD: I appreciate you. AUNT IRENE: I'm sorry I didn't do better. HAROLD: Shoot. I think you did great.	Lammon, Irene (I313)
220	General Notes: The Lammon Tree b-1900 Alabama Soundex. B&D-Social Security Index. The following is an excerpt from a taped interview with Otis's sister, Avis: AVIS: ... I got to tell how -- I told Edward the other day -- how he (Otis) got married. NANCY: About how you found out? That's cute. AVIS: Irene came to spend Christmas with us in Hartford, and Bill (Hardwick) went to his mother's above Ozark. So, Otis was going to take Irene to Barnes Crossroads above Ozark to meet Bill. Bill was at his mother's, which was out from there. And Otis said me and Mama could go with him, but he wanted to take his new girlfriend, and that was Laura Bell Dooling. So, when we went, it was the 5th of January in (19)18. And when we came back, then, Otis went on to take Laura Bell home. And as I was starting to school the next morning, well, Brian Howell, who was a block above us toward the schoolhouse, said, "Avis, how you like your new sister-in-law?" I said, "I don't have a sister-in-law." He said, "Oh, yes, you do; you may not know it, but Otis got married last night." So I turned around and went home -- I guess I was late to school -- to tell Mama that Otis was married. And sure enough, he was.	Lammon, Otis Barnes (I315)
221	General Notes: The Lammon Tree B&D-Social Security Death Index. The following note is contributed by Eva Dell Freeman, daughter-in-law. In 1986, Irene wanted to recall and collect material about her life with Bill Hardwick, and she asked Eva to help her. Drawing on Irene's memory, which would come and go at the age of 88, Eva wrote a lengthy paper, 30 pages in longhand. The following consists of parts of that paper, written by Eva, being condensed, paraphrased, excerpted and quoted by your editor. -EBL. In Arkansas in 1947, Bill Hardwick was holding revival meetings in Eva's home church as well as surrounding towns and communities and it was in this setting that Eva became acquainted with him. She was in awe of his talents and abilities. After marrying into the Hardwick family in 1947, her opinions were confirmed, as she found WFH to be, "as nearly a perfect human being as was, or is, possible." She said that he always kept a steady pace, never seeming to let circumstances move him, nor time influence a decision. He thought things through, prayed a lot and, as a result "his decisions were 99.9 percent correct." Bill was born in 1887 in Webster County, Georgia. He was pretty smart as a boy and enjoyed helping his dad and younger brothers on the farm. Bill would tell the story about when, on a hot, sticky day one summer, out in the field, he stuck a lizard into his brother's mouth Of course, he had hold of the tail so his little brother couldn't swallow it. After telling the story, Bill would admit that it was a bad thing to do. "He practiced good eating habits - proper rest, and some good brisk walking were at the head of his list. You could set your clock by his 15-minute naps each day. Just 15 minutes - he relaxed the second he laid his head down and in 15 minutes he would wake up refreshed and sharp. "All these things he managed to do to maintain good physical and mental health - to feel good, to be able to think clearly. These were very important - all the better to serve God and his fellow man. At the same time he really enjoyed life. He laughed a lot but then he could be very serious, especially when it came to spiritual things. Dad had the ability to associate himself with an "intellectual" or with the much less fortunate person."	Hardwick, William Files (I314)
222	General Notes: THE LAMMON TREE by Avis Lammon Atkinson 1860, 1870 Dale Co. , Alabama Census	Barnes, Daniel William (I62)
223	General Notes: The Lammon Tree by Avis, Irene & Sadie Lammon. 1850, 1860, 1870,1880 Dale Co. Alabama Census. 1910 Escambia Co. Alabama Census, E.D.76. 1900 Dale Co. Alabama Census. 1920 Washington Co. Alabama Census. B&D-HARTFORD CEMETERY INSCRIPTIONS, Geneva Co., Alabama, p. 22. BPAlabama Death Cert., Washington Co. DP-Ibid. Military Records 1861-1865: SLC # 1487288	Lammon, John L (I29)
224	General Notes: THE LAMMON TREE by Avis, Irene & Sadie Lammon. 1850 Dale Co. Alabama Census. 1860 Dale Co. Alabama census. 1880 Dale Co. Alabama Census, Vol 7 E.D.66, sheet 18. B&D-"Geneva Co., Alabama Tomb Records," Vol. 1, p. 6, Pondtown Methodist Church Cemetery.	Lammon, Eliza (I28)
225	General Notes: THE LAMMON TREE by Avis, Irene & Sadie Lammon. 1850 Dale Co., Alabama Census, p. 455, Dwelling 852. The following is excerpted from "Sons of the Horse Lords, Genealogy of The McEachern Family, 1788-1995" - Owen Daniel McEachern. "?James Owen McEachern is in our direct line of ancestors, and additional information is given about his life in a succeeding section. He died at the age of 76 on February 9, 1931, and is buried at Thurston Cemetery..." "Sarah Ann Lammon was only 4 years old when she left North Carolina with her family in 1830, after joining a wagon train to seek new territories for themselves. The families in the wagon train spent many days and nights on the rugged trails, marked only by previous travelers who had blazed the way. Her parents, Duncan and Ann McColskie Lammon, enjoyed the northern areas of Alabama and Georgia, and they tarried there for about two years. They had been warmly welcomed by the Cherokees in what was called "The Cherokee Nation." The Indians treated them royally, often inviting them to their celebrations and other rituals." "In 1833 the Lammon's bade goodbye to the Indians and pushed on southward. It was during this trip they saw the 'Stars Falling on Alabama' a noted event which was later immortalized in song." "The Lammons eventually reached an area they liked, called Barnes Cross Roads, Alabama, and they settled there. "Sarah Ann married John McEachern at Christmastime, 1841. Sometime in the 5 or 6 years following the birth of her last child, James Owen in 1854, his father, John, disappeared. Where he went has remained a mystery to this day. Some of the older members of the family believed he may have gone to Texas with a young girl of the area who disappeared about the same time. Other family members mention hearsay to the effect that John was asked by his wife, Sarah Ann, one cold rainy night to ride to the grocery store and buy salt so she could complete the evening meal. He went to the store and bought the salt. However, when he returned home he was reprimanded by Sarah Ann for buying rock salt rather than the desired table salt. She instructed John to return the salt to the store and to exchange it for the proper kind." "Sarah Ann was known to be very strict and firm, and since she was so overbearing she probably exhibited those qualities on that occasion. In any event, John took the salt and headed back toward the store. What happened next has never been determined, but he never returned home, and nothing further was ever heard of him. "Sarah Ann did an excellent job thereafter in caring for her children. By the judicious use of the farm income, supplemented by money she earned as a seamstress, she was able to have all her children finish their public education, and in the case of her two youngest sons, Daniel Carlie and James Owen, see them through further education which enabled them to be public school teachers." ---Owen Daniel McEachern, great grandson	Lammon, Sarah Ann (I19)
226	General Notes: The Lammon Tree by Avis, Irene & Sadie Lammon. 1st name: 1860 Dale Co. Alabama Census. BD-1850 Dale Co. Alabama Census. 1880 Dale Co. Alabama Census, E.D. 66, p. 4, dwelling 37. The following from Gale Stafford-Wall, Jacksonville, FL: Census: -1850 Dale County, AL, Southern Division: 9 years old. Born in AL. Attending school. 1880 Dale County, AL Census: Francis C. 36 years old. Born in AL. Parents born in NC. Children: Molee A., William D., Bascom, Eliza J. 1900 Geneva County, AL Census: "Francis C." Wife of James. Born November 1842 (conflicts with family records). 57 years old. Married 32 years. 5 of 6 children living. Born in AL. Parents born in NC. Can read and write. Children living at home: Bascomb M., born December 1871, 28 years old, born in AL; Bertie C. , born March 1882, 18 years old, born in AL. 1910 Holmes County, FL Census: "Faney C." widowed mother. 68 years old. 5 of 6 children living. Born in AL. Parents born in NC. Can read and write. Living with son Bertie. 1920 Holmes County, FL Census: "Callie". Widowed mother. 78 years old. Can read and write. Born in AL. Parents born in "U.S." Living with son Bertie. Marr: ca 1867	Lammon, Frances Caroline (I31)
227	General Notes: The Lammon Tree by Avis, Irene & Sadie Lammon.1850, 1860, 1880, Dale Co., Alabama Census. 1900 Geneva Co., Alabama Census. B&D-"Geneva Co., Alabama Tomb Records," Vol. 1, p.6, Pondtown Methodist Church Cemetery.	Lammon, Mary Ellen (I27)
228	General Notes: The Lammon Tree by Avis, Irene and Sadie Lammon. The following note from Rachel Johnson Rigby. (2000) "My father, Charles Herbert Johnson, was married to Bessie Odom on March 9, 1911. Bessie was the daughter of Aaron and Roxie Odom. They were fine church people. Roxie was the daughter of Rev. Joe G. Johnson (no relation), one presiding elder of the Methodist Church. Clyde was born September 6, 1912, and his mother, Bessie, died in December 1912. My father was devastated and suffered a complete breakdown of his health. Mrs. Roxie Odom kept him and the baby until he recovered somewhat. The Lord was good to my Father. He had bought a shoe repair shop in Evergreen and pursued that vocation the remainder of his life. In 1915 he attended a Camp Meeting in Dothan, Alabama, and met Sadie Lammon. They were married March 14, 1916 in Hartford, Alabama. They lived in Evergreen, Alabama. After marriage, Clyde came to live with them. He was now 4 years old and dearly loved Sadie and never wanted her out of his sight. We never considered him anything but a brother and to this day we all have a wonderful relationship. His children are so wonderful and precious to us." ___ Rachel Johnson. The following note from Clyde Johnson, 1996. "My father was a great man. I know that is the conclusion of every son coming from a happy home situation. However, many people, unrelated to Dad, voluntarily told me he was great. The same was true of my stepmother, Sadie Lammon Johnson. She was a minister representing The Assembly of God Church, serving as pastor of congregations, at various times, in Enterprise, Hartford, Opine, and Andalusia (all in Alabama). Their positive influence on many of the people of that area was significant". ___Excerpt from "Some of My Memories", Clyde Johnson, 1996. Note from Rosemary Rigby: Pa Johnson The last time I saw Pa Johnson, I was 8 years old and was standing outside an exit door of the hospital in Andalusia, Alabama. I was too young to visit in person, so we exchanged our ?I love yous? thru the glass door. He was a man that loved his grandchildren and showed it in many ways. We never visited that he didn't have on hand a huge bag of M&Ms and frozen popsicles. He delighted in playing games with us, especially croquet and Chinese checkers. He worked hard at his shoe shop and would come home and work hard in his garden. There was always a watermelon on hand during the summertime and I can envision him scraping down to the rind, enjoying every mouthful. At the end of the day, before evotions, I would crawl into his lap while he sat in his big chair. He smelled of Mentholatum and his whiskers were rough against my forehead. It made me feel secure and loved.	Johnson, Charles Herbert (I312)
229	General Notes: The Lammon Tree, and Catherine Lammon Haponski. Note from Bobby and Anne Hines: Henry was a wonderful father and grandfather. He started his own business as a painter, paper hanger, and jack-of-all-trades. He was good at all of them. He has been missed by all by his early death. He was loved by all.	Hines, Henry Lee (I345)
230	General Notes: THE LAMMON TREE. Note from Annie Frances: Henry Loyde retired from the US Air Force.	Skinner, Henry Loyde (I360)
231	General Notes: THE LAMMON TREE. 1870 Dale Co. Alabama Census.	Barnes, Duncan (I68)
232	General Notes: The Lammon Tree. Additional Info from Jane Atkinson Linton and Elmer Burns Lammon. Ed was the youngest of seven children. ******************************************* The following is part of a taped interview with James Edward's sister, Avis, in 1988. Avis had an excellent memory and other family members wanted to capture some of it for posterity. Present were Nancy Lammon, daughter of Elmer Fields Lammon; Donnie B Beagles, Ed's wife; Ann Lammon, his daughter; and Joseph Edward, his son. - EBL: NANCY: The little stories that Daddy used to always tell, the little funny stories - and Uncle Ed. Where did they get that? Was your daddy that way? AVIS: Yeah. NANCY: Or was your mother that way? AVIS: Mama was. NANCY: Just always telling little - AVIS: Lammons were all witty. The Fields were always kind of strict, straight-faced, straight-laced. DONNIE: Like Aunt Irene. AVIS: Yeah, Aunt Irene got hers. ANN: She's a Fields, isn't she? AVIS: She's a Fields. DONNIE: Irene never has crossed her legs. AVIS: She said Papa told her that the ladies didn't do that. NANCY: Oh, really? Ann, uncross those legs. ANN: Well, I remember Daddy saying that Papa said that women - he said a whistling woman and a cackling hen - AVIS: And a crowing hen. NANCY: What now? AVIS: Yeah, because a whistling woman and a crowing hen never comes to a good ending. ANN: That's right. And Daddy said that a crowing hen - you know, sometimes a hen will try to act like a rooster and cackle. And they said Granddaddy would go out and kill it if it did it - right then - and I don't know if that's - EDDIE: We never did whistle in our house either. NANCY: Oh, really? EDDIE: Huh-uh. Ed Lammon wouldn't permit whistling in the house. DONNIE: You didn't cut up at the table either. NANCY: Listen, Aunt Donnie, have I not ever told you that my mama and daddy used to threaten us when we were little, if we misbehaved, they would send us over to live with Uncle Ed? I'm serious. They did. And you talking - it's the truth - and you talk about straightening up. We wouldn't open our mouth for days. I'm serious. That's true. That was the truth. And we'd come over to spend the night - I'd come over to spend the night with Ann. And we'd get tickled at the table, and he'd get so mad. Or we'd go to bed in there and get to laughing, and you couldn't stop. And, I mean, he wouldn't put up with that. And Daddy, he didn't have any problem with that. He never made us behave or what - ANN: Honey, Daddy wouldn't put up with anything like that. All of our friends were afraid of Daddy. NANCY: Tell me about it. AVIS: I remember something about when y'all were little, and other folks trying to - NANCY: Yeah. I'm telling you, it's part - EDDIE: It's a matter of record here. NANCY: That's exactly right. That's part of the real record. ************************************************************** James Edward Lammon, known to everyone as Ed, came into the world in 1911. He was the youngest of the children of Edward Barnes Lammon and Alice O'Keith Fields, and, according Avis, Irene, and Sadie, they spoiled him. In an interview, Avis said, "Edward was the baby of the family, and we all spoiled him because he was real, real sweet." The Lammon boys - and this included lots of Ed's cousins, too - were well known in Hartford for their pranks and practical jokes. The following story was told to your editor by James Hardwick. [But, a little background first: James Hardwick, in a telephone conversation, after I had received this story from him, asked me if I knew anything about the Assembly of God Church. Answering that I was aware of it but had never attended a service, James explained that they believe that the end of the world - the Second Coming of Christ - will be soon. In other words, we are living in the last days, according to prophecies that have been fulfilled, and the world could end any time now! - EBL] One breezy, dark, Sunday night, during church service, James Edward Lammon and one of his buddies were flying their kites, but not in the usual way. Usually, people fly kites during the day. Up to their usual pranks, however, they had tied cattails to their kites, cattails that had been dipped the in kerosene and set afire! The kites, invisible at night, were aloft with those cattails attached, now lighted, blazing! Someone sitting close to a window, looked out and saw that the sky was on fire! Others saw the fire. They must have thought that judgement day had come, since all they could see was the fire floating about in the sky. The meeting broke up, as James recalled. Another incident, this one related to the editor by Rachel Lammon, daughter of Lee, and Ed's first cousin: A fully assembled carriage was found atop the roof of the Alabama Hotel in Hartford one morning. The culprits were never found, but Lammon family insiders knew who did it. According to James Hardwick, Ed played the drums in the Coffee County High School Band. All of the Lammon boys seemed to have an aptitude for mechanical things, and Ed was particularly talented. ***************************************************************** The following is compiled from stories told by Avis Lammon Atkinson and Donnie Beagles Lammon and is contributed by Joseph Edward Lammon: In 1924, I believe, Edward Barnes Lammon, being the eldest of his brothers and sisters, moved to Enterprise with his wife O'Keith to work as a millwright. Of his seven children, two were still young enough at this time to live in his household, Avis and James Edward. Another son, Elmer, was in the US Navy at the time and later moved to Enterprise. Ed's father, Edward Barnes Lammon, died of Bright's disease in 1925 at the age of 53. O'Keith and the two youngest children later moved from Enterprise to Dothan to live with her eldest child, Sadie and her husband, Charles Herbert Johnson. Ed worked for Herbert in his shoe repair shop in Enterprise. Herbert's son, Clyde, was only a year younger than Ed was and they became good friends. About the time of the depression, 1930 or 1931, James Edward left home to avoid being another mouth to feed and became a hobo for about 3 years, traveling first to Florence, South Carolina, in 1930 to visit sister Avis. Avis was married and already had her first baby, John Keith. James Edward visited only briefly and, declining Avis' invitation to stay longer and perhaps get a job there, left for California. There he worked as a farm laborer in the San Joaquin Valley, near Merced, picking oranges, cabbages, lettuce, fruit, and whatever was in season. James Edward, being a fairly muscular and tough physical specimen, also spent some time there as a prize fighter, probably the bare-knuckle variety. He returned to Enterprise in about 1934 or 1935, where he took a job with Herbert, sister Sadie's husband, who owned a shoe repair shop. "Herbert said that Ed could repair shoes better than anyone who had ever worked for him, if he wanted to," Avis recounted many years later. Later, he worked at the funeral home, and the Ford place, and often ate at Carmichael's Café. Ed was a good customer there and Mr. Dan Carmichael liked him. Working for Dan Carmichael was a young lady named Donnie B Beagles, who worked there as a waitress. Mr. Carmichael said to Donnie, "?now, Miss Donnie, you just fix your plate and when he comes in, you sit down with him and eat." Because she was too modest, she wouldn't do it, but they did meet later and, after a whirlwind courtship, married one night at midnight in 1936. Colley Pittman, probate judge, did the marrying. They moved to DeFuniak Springs, Florida. This made Dan Carmichael "fuming mad", Donnie said later, having encouraged the couple to meet, and afterwards losing a good waitress because of it. Following are Ed's Obituary and a proclamation honoring him: ED LAMMON Funeral for Ed Lammon, 70, will be held Friday at 2 PM. from the First Baptist Church of Enterprise with Dr. Bill Montgomery and the Rev. Burney Reese officiating. Burial will follow in Meadowlawn Cemetery with Searcy Funeral Home directing. The body will lie in state at Searcy Funeral Home until one hour prior to funeral time. Mr. Lammon died Wednesday in his home. He was a longtime resident of Enterprise and operated Ed's Restaurant until his retirement in 1973. He was a member and deacon of the First Baptist Church where he taught a Sunday school class for many years. He was also a member of Gideons International. Survivors include: his wife, Mrs. Donnie Lammon, Enterprise; one daughter, Ann Day, Enterprise; two sons, Elmer Lammon, Tampa, Fla., Dr. Eddie Lammon, Enterprise; two sisters, Irene Hardwick, Dothan, Avis Atkinson, Hartford; one brother, Otis Lammon, Montgomery, and six grandchildren. PROCLAMATION WHEREAS J.E. Lammon has given precious evidence of his walk with the Lord Jesus, and WHEREAS Ed Lammon has faithfully served his Lord as Sunday School teacher and deacon in the First Baptist Church of Enterprise, Alabama, and WHEREAS Ed Lammon has shown his concern for spreading the gospel by personal soul winning and Christian counsel, and WHEREAS Ed Lammon believed in the authority of the Scripture and promoted its distribution through Gideons, International, and THEREFORE BE IT RESOLVED that the deacon body of the First Baptist Church of Enterprise convey to his family their love, respect, and admiration and BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED that Ed Lammon's memory be honored by having an Adult Sunday School Class bear his Christian name, and BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED that we seek as a church to continue the work to which Ed had committed his life and resources. This being done the 1st day of May, 1982, Jerry W. Byrd, Chairman of Deacons Maxie Searcy, Vice Chairman John Moates, Secretary The following note from son, Elmer: Daddy had an extraordinary amount of mechanical ability and ingenuity. He could fix almost any mechanical device. At various times, he was an auto mechanic and accumulated a mechanic's uniform from every car dealer in Enterprise. I think he had a low tolerance for supervision, would get unhappy and change jobs. Unafraid to ?take a swing? at a new venture, but lacking the capital and business skills to succeed, he started several small businesses that failed: a stock car racing venture in Montgomery, an electric motor rewinding shop, a poolroom, an ice cream parlor, "Ed's Big Cone". (The racing venture ended with the whole family being chased out of the race track one night when there wasn't enough "gate" to pay the prize money.) I remember that he decided against a McDonalds franchise in Enterprise because he would have had to pay 5 or 6 % of sales to the parent company. Finally, in about 1952, in a move that put me all the way through college, he and mother started ?Lammons Café?. It was named that until Daddy bought a new sign with shimmering sequins on it (a new development at the time), for which the signmaker charged by the letter. They changed the name to "Ed's Restaurant" and joked about it, although I never could figure why he didn't give her some credit in the name of the business. He kept the books, paid all the bills and taxes, fixed everything that needed fixing. He opened every morning for breakfast and stayed until Mama came in later. He cut all the meat, including grinding the hamburger meat, went to Panama City every week or two to pick up fresh shrimp and fish. Mama always said she couldn't have done it without Daddy's support. They were a good team. Daddy always had a quick temper and was hard to deal with, for me, anyway, and for Ann, too, I know. As children, we were afraid of him. When I got old enough to drive, I knew that, before asking for permission to use the car, it was very important to try to find him in a good mood. It seemed to me like he was almost never in a good mood, and when permission was given, it was given grudgingly. Maybe this is something all boys go through but I don't think so. Anyway, he sort of mellowed later in life, and his main job, it seemed, at Ed's Restaurant was to sit out front and drink coffee and talk and joke with the regular customers. They claimed to have solved many of the world's problems at the coffee table!	Lammon, James Edward (I322)
233	General Notes: THE LAMMON TREE. From Bertram Lammon. D-Jane Linton Bertram served in the US Coast Guard during WWII and saw action on a destroyer escort. He graduated from Lanier HS. He was a star basketball player and an outstanding golfer. The following article appeared in the Montgomery Advertiser. "The Opp Golf Club annual tournament drew a large crowd Thursday from various places in Alabama and adjoining states. At noon, lunch was served buffet style by the ladles. Bert Lammon of Bonnie Crest Country Club of Montgomery won the Charles W. Mizell Trophy Championship flight with Jake Pittman, [of] this city, running close second. Bill McGhee, of Evergreen has won the trophy for the past two years. Lammon, a par golfer from Bonnie Crest Country Club of Montgomery had to win a close match from Pittman by a oneup score to gain his first leg toward permanent pion of the trophy. Lammon defeated Bill McGhee, of Evergreen, in an opening match, 3-1, and then downed George Johnson, of Greenville, one-up in second-round play. McGhee, defending titlist of the tourney, won fast year's crown, and also the 1951 tournament. Trophies were also presented to winners, runners-up, and consolation winners of each flight. Championship Flight Winner - Bert Lammon, Montgomery, defeated Jake Pittman, Opp. …"	Lammon, Bertram (I545)
234	Gloria Faye FIELDS died on the day my (REFields Jr.) sister Shirley was born, the day after Christmas. Mother was in the hospital giving birth to Shirley and was unable to be there at the death of my older sister or to attend her funeral. The inscription on Gloria's tombstone reads, "Our first joy, our first sorrow. Darling, we miss you." Gloria is buried in a plot with my brother who died at birth, Martin Marion Fields, my grandmother Blanche Marion Bonner Giardina Nelson Sullivan, and her second husband Bernard Nelson.	Fields, Gloria Faye (I153)
235	Harry Lammons, of Wills Point, native of Athens and resident of this town for many years, died of a heart attack Tuesday morning at 12:30 o'clock in a local hospital. Mr. Lammons was born in Athens on August 4, 1891, and operated a drugstore here for about twenty-five years. He resided in Athens until 1940, when he moved to Mt. Pleasant to work for the Hinson Pharmacy as a druggist. He went to Wills Point from Mt. Pleasant and resided in that town until his death. Mr. Lammons was the son of Mr. and Mrs. M.D. Lammons of Athens. He was a lifelong member of the Baptist Church and a member of the Masonic and Knights of Pythias lodges. He was married to Miss Mattie Spencer of Athens, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John A. Spencer, on February 2, 1912 in Athens. Surviving are his wife, Mrs. Mattie Lammons; one son, Pete Lammons of Grapeland; one daughter, Mrs. Jake Gould of Blessing; one brother, Col. Frank B. Lammons of Camp Pickett, Va.; two sisters, Mrs. Mary Black and Miss Tex Lammons of Houston, and five grandsons. Funeral services were held Wednesday afternoon at 3:30 o'clock at the First Baptist Church, with the Rev. Jarred I. Cartlidge, pastor of the First Baptist Church of Corsicana, and the Rev. S.H. Maples, pastor of the local church officiating. Burial was in the City cemetery. Hassell and Foster Funeral Home of Palestine was in charge. The funeral was held on what would have been Mr. and Mrs. Lammons' thirty-second wedding anniversary. Pallbearers were: Johnson Cone of Palestine, Edwin McCain, Jack Anderson and Lloyd Hurley of Wills Point,and Winfield Stirman, Will Paul Jones, Joe Lamb, Page Spradling, Bennett Smith and Owen Killingsworth of Athens. Published in the Athens Review February 3, 1944	Lammons, Harry Royall (I38)
236	Hartselle Best Russell Lammon: Newspaper Obituary and Death Notice Cullman Times, The (AL) - Saturday, June 6, 2009 Deceased Name: Hartselle Best Russell Lammon Hartselle Best Russell Lammon Graveside services for Hartselle Best Russell Lammon, 94, of Cullman will be at 1 p.m. Monday, June 8, 2009, at Elmwood Cemetery in Birmingham, Larry Edwards officiating. Cullman Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements. Mrs. Lammon died Friday, June 5. She was born Oct. 3, 1914, in Amory, Miss. She was preceded in death by her parents, Ben and Mae Best; two husbands, John Coley Russell and Thomas Lammon; a son, John Herman Russell; and a grandson, Thomas E. "Russ" Rager. Survivors include a daughter, Patricia R. (Tom) Moore of Cullman; a son, James R. (Mary Louise) Russell of Birmingham; 8 grandchildren, William C. (Kim) Rager of Cullman, Debbie (Stefan) Grebel, Beth Russell, Ann (Eddie) McClain of Birmingham, James (Louise) Russell of Huntsville, Rusty (Laurie) Russell of Panama City, Fla., Kelly Russell of Northern California and Rick (Lynette) Russell of Tampa, Fla.; 13 great-grandchildren; and two great-great-grandchildren. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to the Cullman Church of Christ Building Fund; or Childhaven Child Home in honor of Hartselle Best Russell Lammon. The family will receive visitors from 5 to 8 p.m. Sunday at the funeral home. Friends may sign the online guestbook at www.cullmantimes.com.	Lammon, Hartselle Best (I349)
237	Headstone had her middle name spelled "Lodella" (with an "O"), instead of "Ladella" (with an "A")	Holmes, Sarah Lodella (I278)
238	Headstone inscription: MSGT US Army WW II -- Source: findagrave.com	Watts, Hillary Gobin Jr (I197)
239	Headstone says "Jamsie O. Lammon"	Lammon, James Olin (I176)
240	His parents were James Mitchell BROYLES (1864-1946) and Alice TRAYLOR (1878-1961). He married first to Ellizabeth PITTMAN He married second to Gabrielle Louise MOSS/JACKSON. He married third to Maddie Lou LAMMON. They had two children: Charles Edwin Broyles (1954-2007) and unknown daughter. ~ Maj. J.E. Broyles SEABROOK - Funeral services for Maj. James E. Broyles. 72, of 617 Bradley St.. will be held at 10 a.m. today in the Jack H.. Rowe Funeral Home, League City. A chaplain from Ellington Air Force Base will officiate. Burial will be in Veterans Administration Cemetery, Houston. Maj. Broyles died Saturday in a Houston hospital. He was born April 29, 1900, in Riverside, Tex. Retired from the U. S. Air Force, Maj. Broyles was a member of the American Legion, the Veterans of Foreign Wars and the Knights of Pythias and was a 32nd degree Mason. Survivors include his wife, Mrs. Madie L. Broyles; a son, Charles E. Broyles of Seabrook; a daughter, Mrs. Gloria G. Gammon of Colorado Springs, Colo.; two brothers, Otis Broyles of Houston and William Broyles of Beaumont, Calif.; and one grandchild. Galveston Daily News July 18 1972	Broyles, James Edwin (I355)
241	Historian. ?."CBS SportsLine takes a look back at some of the most memorable games in Orange Bowl history. Jan. 1, 1965 Texas 21 Alabama 17 The Crimson Tide, led by Joe Namath, had already been named national champion, succeeding the Longhorns, so this first major bowl game played at night was for bragging rights between the last two national champions. The Longhorns jumped to a 21-7 lead, but Namath - who did not start due to a knee injury but came off the bench to finish with an Orange Bowl record 18 pass completions for 255 yards - led the Tide back into contention. He threw a 20-yard TD pass to Ray Perkins in the third quarter, and engineered a drive that resulted in David Ray's field goal early in the fourth to make it 21- 17. Jim Fuller's fumble recovery at the Texas 38 set the Tide up for the potential winning score, and Namath moved Alabama into position with a pair of pass completions that carried to the five. But Steve Bowman was stuffed on three straight carries, and finally, Namath was stopped on a quarterback sneak at the one on fourth down. Alabama had one more possession, but it ended when Namath's future New York Jets teammate, Pete Lammons, picked off one of his passes." Pete played in the 1967 All-Star Game. In 1967, he set the AFL, tight end, receiving record: 8 catches for 141 yards, the most yards in a single game. Pete Lammons played on the World Championship football team of 1968, in the most famous Super Bowl of all - now known as Super Bowl III - in which a lowly AFL team beat the best of the NFL for the world championship. To much of America, and certainly to the NFL, the American Football League was somewhere between a minor league and a joke. The Jan. 12, 1969, game wasn't called the Super Bowl then. That would come a year later. This game, tickets for it said, was the Third World Championship Game. Ticket cost was $12. It was during this game that quarterback Joe Namath made good on a preposterous guarantee -- that his New York Jets would beat the seemingly unbeatable Baltimore Colts. They did, 16-7. "Maybe Jets tight end Pete Lammons put it best. As NFL commissioner Pete Rozelle entered New York' s locker room to present the trophy, Lammons shouted: "Hey, Pete Welcome to the AFL " [Taken from an article: Namath, Jets make statement for AFL, By BRUCE LOWITT, St. Petersburg Times, published December 9, 1999]	Lammons, Peter Spencer Jr (I398)
242	Holcombe Lammon, Sr. worked in sawmills most of his life as superintendent. During WW II he worked in Maritime Shipyard in Mobile, AL., in the "Mold Loft" where the templates for battleships were made. His first son, Holcombe Lammon, Jr. was also a woodcraftsman and worked in the same place as his father during WW II until he entered the Merchant Marine. His ship was torpedoed near Murmansk, Russia. He served as Boatswain and was cited for his heroic actions trying to build life rafts right until the time the ship went down. He was lost with the ship. Allen McKee Lammon, second son of Holcombe Lammon, Sr., was also aboard this ship. He was rescued and worked as a construction engineer until his death.	Lammon, Holcombe (I89)
243	http://pineyprairie.blogspot.com/2011/07/wilburn-h-snell.html	Smith, Maryann Rebecca (I100)
244	http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=160274751	Byrd, Robert Morris (I440)
245	I found this information at http://hatcherfamilyassn.com/getperson.php?personID=I9162&tree=WmtheIm ---Keith Lammon FamilySearch, Alabama Deaths Name: Flaudie Frances Hatcher Death date: 05 Apr 1953 Death place: Dothan, Houston, Alabama Gender: Female Race or color (on document): Race or color (expanded): Age at death: 68y Estimated birth year: 1885 Birth date: Birth place: Marital status: Spouse name: Father name: James Lammon Father birth place: Mother name: Mary Barnes Mother birth place: Occupation: Street address: Residence: Cemetery name: Burial place: Burial date: Funeral home: Informant name: Additional relatives: Film number: 1908878 Reference number: 7703 Collection: Alabama Statewide Deaths 1908-1974	Lammon, Flaudie Frances (I179)
246	I found this note on findagrave.com "Lottie (nee Stuckey) Glenn, Zepernick was the daughter of:T P (Thomas Poe Stuckey and Mary Emma (nee Hogan) Stuckey." -Anonymous	Stuckey, Lottie (I73)
247	I found this note on www.findagrave.com: "A divorced woman, Beatrice worked as a telephone operator."	Family: Daniel McColskey Lammon / Beatrice Leonia Bailey (F36)
248	I Googled "Bellevue Florida" and nothing showed up, so I don't know which county it is in. --KRL	Family: Milan Duncan Lammons / Dorothy Lois Dorrothy (F141)
249	In 1944, Perry Lammons died in an airplane accident.	Lammons, Perry Richard (I198)
250	Info by phone from John Duncan Lammon, P.O .Box 696, Jackson, Alabama 36545 and Barbara Lammon Helland, 855 Mande Court, Shalimar, Florida 32579, (both 1996). B-SLC #175 2977: Washington co., Alabama List of Registered Voters, p. 316, Registered in 1907, stricken in 1940, transferred to Mobile Co. John worked as a millwright and carpenter.	Lammon, John Hinote (I94)

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