Ozell “Zell” Cookston was born at Needmore, NC. His father was from Cleveland County, TN but lived most of his life in Swain County. His mother Beulah Forrester was a Swain County native and lived there her whole life. Zell moved away from his birthplace when he reached adulthood as did all his siblings, but chose to return to Swain County to live out his final days. I have included a snip of the the 1940 census which shows Zell’s family and their neighbors. I do not know the exact location of their homes but would like to add it to my Needmore map. I am familiar with the Easter Burnett and Haskell Arvey families. Alfred A Davis’s wife (shown below the Cookstons) is Mary Magdeline Ammons, my great aunt. You will need to click on the image to see it full size.
If anyone knows where these peoples homes where please let me know. Any information about any of these people will be appreciated.
I found this in an old Charlotte Observer newspaper from 16 Jun 1913. It was copied from the Bryson City Times.
R T Cunningham was my 1st Cousin 3X removed Mary J DeHart’s husband. I might be related through the Cunninghams but nothing is known of his father that I can discern. Rufus was born in Macon County on 17 Jun 1862. That was just about the right date range for him to have lost his father during the Civil War, however I cannot prove it one way or the other.
As you can see R T’s name is prefaced with Col. I have no record of his ever serving in any branch of any military so I am assuming that is the rank he assigned to himself (like Harlan Sanders of chicken fame).
From what I can gather Mr. Cunningham was a well known community leader as well as an entrepreneur of sorts. The next article will attest to that.
If I am reading correctly Rufus has purchased himself a new second-hand wagon which has no operating air brakes. It is unclear whether it ever had brakes or is just in need of repair. I am also assuming that the “wagon” is a railroad wagon as they were once called, now called a car. Older train “cars” had to have the brakes set on each individually by a man running along the tops of the cars spinning down a crank. Newer air brakes would lock the brakes if the air pressure fell below a certain point. So if uncoupled and sitting the brakes would be locked. Maybe Rufus was upgrading an older car (wagon). A “new” second-hand wagon might indicate that he had one or more already when he made this purchase. So uncle Rufe was a railroad magnate!
Again making assumptions, I deduced that Mr. Cunningham had an interest in transporting dogwood wood (there’s no other way to say it) from the depot at Almond to a factory in Bryson City where it would be processed into shuttle blocks. These shuttle blocks in turn were made into shuttles for looms in weaving mills. www.google.com/patents/US2586308 Although not now used exclusively, the wood of the flowering dogwood tree is still relied upon to produce flying shuttles for the weaving industry. Shuttles like this,
Addie Geraldine Gregory, 78, of Connelly Springs passed away Wednesday July 13, 2016 at Catawba Valley Medical Center following a period of declining health.
Mrs. Gregory was born July 15, 1937 in Swain County to the late Clyde Nations and Bertha Cochran Nations. She worked at Neuville Hosiery Mill and was a member of Winkler’s Grove Baptist Church. She was a loving and devoted wife, grandmother, and friend to all who knew her. She was very strong in her faith in God and praised him in all she did in her life.
In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by her husband, Glen Gregory; and two brothers, Clyde Nations, Jr., and Hubert Nations.
Survivors include her children, Mike Gregory and wife Sharon of Sylva; Rita Pope and husband Kyle of Hildebran; Anita Little and husband Jeff of Connelly Springs, and Scott Gregory and wife Alanna of Hildebran; grandchildren, Travis, Eli, Brittany, Nicholas, Sidney, Josh, and Maggie; great grandchildren, Azleigh and Addie; sisters, Shirley McGaha and Yvonne Ammons; and brother Max Nations.
The family would like to sincerely thank all the friends and family who have cared for and loved Mrs. Gregory throughout her illness, especially Missy Brown and Sarah Davis.
A funeral service will be held 12:30PM Friday July 15, 2016 at Winkler’s Grove Baptist Church with the Rev. Dale Faulkenbury officiating.
Interment will follow the service at Winkler’s Grove Baptist Church Cemetery.
The family will receive friends prior to the service on Friday from 11:30AM to 12:30PM at Winkler’s Grove Baptist Church.
Geraldine (or Gerd) was born up on Alarka and lived there as a child. Although her family moved away looking for work she never lost touch with her mountain upbringing.
Geraldine was the steady hand that guided her family through many troubled times. My prayer is that her family not lose the course she set for them, lest she wait for them in vain.
I found this on a funeral home’s website. I would like to know how they do that. Do you email the body to them? Is it like a “do it yourself kit”? Do they take Visa, Discover and PayPal? Can you get it Next Day Air through Amazon? How about slightly used on Ebay? Don’t wait! Only 10 remaining!
A few weeks ago I was looking amongst my important papers and ran across one that it almost as old as I am.
The old photostatic copy is very hard to read so I used Picasa to reverse the image. That made it a little clearer but it is still pretty hard to read. Notice where is asks for the full name of the Hospital or Institution, Mrs. Sanders wrote “Needmore, N.C.” I guess she did that because “Fred and Thelma’s House up at the head of Wiggins Creek” wouldn’t fit in the space.
Were you born at home? Do you still have the original copy of your birth certificate?
I have a habit of listening to what people say instead of what they mean and answering in kind. Sometimes it leads to strange looks.
1. I need to hop in the shower.
It would be easier to hold on to the soap if you just stood there flat-footed.
2. I need to take a quick shower.
Well stay in there long enough to get clean otherwise there is no point in getting wet.
3. I have to run by the bank.
Be sure to wave at them as you go by. The next time you are in your car why don’t you drive through the drive thru? That way you get a look at the back side of the building. You could run through the drive thru but that might be illegal.
4. I had to go by the bank.
A tightwad woman I worked with came hurrying in all red-faced saying “I’m sorry I’m late! I had to go by the bank!” I said, “I knew you had a lot of money but I didn’t know you had to buy a bank to keep it all in!”
5. I need to run in the store and pick up a few things.
Be careful, sometimes the floor is slick especially near those yellow cones. Wouldn’t it be better to get a buggy and jog along behind it? I know it would be safer.
6. I got a beep, can I call you back?
You can call but I won’t answer. How do you know that the beep you got is more important than the beep that got me on here with you in the first place? Your call is not all that important to me so, no I will not hold for your next available time slot.
7. I need to fix me a bite to eat.
Two bites couldn’t be all that much harder to fix than one. I’m hungry too! On second thought, forget it! A bite would just make me hungrier.
8. Why don’t we grab something to eat here at McDonalds.
OK, tell them to hold it out the window! I won’t even slow down!
9. Is it OK to drop in on you later?
Sure, but only if you have a parachute! I’d hate to have to scrape you off the floor.
10. My hot water heater isn’t working.
It’s probably confused. It thinks it’s supposed to heat hot water and you keep feeding it cold.
Thomas Jackson Welch (Jack), 89, of Bryson City, passed away, Friday, June 17, 2016 at Mountain View Manor. A native of Swain County, he was the son of the late Thomas and Lavada Davis Welch, and husband of the late Moeina Welch.
He was a U.S. Navy Veteran having served in World War II. He was Bryson City Town Manger for 30 years.
In addition to his wife and parents, he was also preceded in death by four sisters, Blanche Cookston, Margaret Higdon, Dess Cogdill, and Louise Tabor, and one brother, Edward Welch.
Jack is survived by one daughter, Jackie Welch McLeod and husband Danny of Whittier; one son John Welch of Lake Charles, LA; one grandson Danny McLeod Jr. and wife Emily of Bryson City; two great grandchildren, Haley and Dylan McLeod both of Bryson City; several nieces, nephews, and great nieces and nephews.
Funeral services will be held 2:00 PM Monday at Crisp Funeral Home Chapel. Dr. John Tagliarini will officiate with burial at Swain Memorial Park.
The family will receive friends from 1:00 until 2:00 PM Monday at the Funeral Home.
This clip was taken from Crisp Funeral Home’s website.
Jack’s birth record shows his birthplace as Lauada. The 1940 Federal Census and his draft registration shows he lived at Needmore as did his father. The 1940 census show the family living between Verlin Tabor and Verlin DeHart. If anyone knows exact locations I would love to have them.
I do not have a picture of the man but if one becomes available I can add it later.
Recently I have been trying to think of things that haven’t changed much in my lifetime. I came up with more than I expected. Flour, cornmeal and sugar still come in paper bags. So does grits and sometimes coffee. Salt and oatmeal still come in round cardboard boxes. The lids on the oatmeal are held on by a plastic band nowadays. No longer do we get to pull the little string. They tried a plastic pour spout on salt boxes but now it is metal again.
Kool Aid still comes in the same little envelope. Some wild flavors have been added but basically it’s the same as then. Tear off the top and blow to get the envelope to open. Pour in a pitcher, add sugar and water and stir. Soon you’re a kid again.
Butter still comes in the same quarters, wrapped in waxed paper just as it always was unless you are lucky enough to remember butter that came from a churn jar. Yes I’m talking about butter, the high priced spread. None of that imitation stuff for me. If it costs twice as much, I can eat half as much and be happier and a whole lot healthier.
Many canned foods still come in metal cans that require a can opener. The openers have changed more than the cans. I tried all ‘em all before deciding you can’t beat the old 1938 Swing Away. Pardon the pun but it cuts circles around the rest.
Speaking of canned, mason jars, lids and bands have changed very little. Neither the blue and white speckled canner they sit in. Those jars must be full of the devil because they are always getting in hot water. Bad jokes haven’t changed either, eh?
See all I got without even getting out of the kitchen? Can you think of any to add to the list?
This evening I passed by a church sign I hadn’t been by recently if ever. It’s lights proclaims “We walk by faith, not by sight.” Being as I am who I am, I put myself in general passerby mode and read it from that perspective. “What does that mean? Do they have their eyes closed?
Even with my limited knowledge of the Bible, I can come up with Matthew 13:16 which says “But blessed are your eyes, for they see: and your ears, for they hear.”
“God gave them eyes and ears to hear and see but they choose not to use them?” “Do I need to be out on the roads when these people are out?”
Of course I understand what they are trying to say and I applaud their efforts but that effort is counter productive if the viewers of their advertisement do not understand. Or interpret it entirely differently.
Lest anyone who reads this misunderstand, I have nothing against churches or lighted church signs. I do have a problem with signs that speak to the congregation as opposed to the world at large. If you are speaking to the congregation, put it in the bulletin. If you are trying to reach the rest of the world, say something that they can understand. “All these things spake Jesus unto the multitude in parables; and without a parable spake he not unto them.” To me that means, if they can’t understand it, don’t say it. Amen?
This is supposed to be my wife’s great-aunt and uncle.
I can’t presently confirm the relationship to my wife, but the picture speaks volumes. You don’t have to strip down naked to enjoy the beach. Come as you are!