Tuesday, February 11, 2025

The Office


So this is another one of those blog posts that isn't about genealogy, except that it is. I'm not being facetious or flippant here. I actually had someone ask me how I stay inspired and how do I stay organized. The answer to the first part is imminent. The answer to the second part is, I'm not. Not really 😕. 

Those stacks of papers that the cast of the TV show, The Office, in my heading is pretty accurate. 

When I'm gone, my survivors will be aghast when they have to come fossick though what is left of my wordly possessions. There will be two acronymns uttered repeatedly by my descendants in their appellation, "OMG" and "WTH".  OMG at the enormity of their task and WTH at the oddity of what they will find when they realize they never knew me, in spite of knowing me all their lives. 

But the question is where do I get my inspiration to keep going in a genealogical search, when brickwalls abound, I must add, as that was the unspoken part. We'll start with my quiet little corner of the world. 



What I call my office is not an office. I have an office at work, but at home, I have an unremodeled bedroom,  unoccupied since my little ones flew the nest. It is still painted in my daughters favorite colors and echoes of the Charlotte Hornets in its paint job. When I sit down in the morning, before work,  to begin my quest,  for whatever is intriguing me that day, the above photo is what I am looking at. My skill is being gauche, so my fung shui is clutter. 

I have a very old computer sitting upon an even older computer table, sitting next to another, more stream-lined computer table holding the printer and a router, with a filing cabinet underneath. Not that this two drawer cabinet is all, oh no! There's two on the other wall, a three drawer and a two drawer, next to a small bookcase. They don't match, one is gray, one is black and one is wooden. Let's get this out of the way to begin with, I'm poor. Not, not knowing where my next meal is coming from poor, but not having a beautifully designed office with matching furniture, poor.


Instead of this, (above), I have that cavalcade of confusion (further up). What jumps out first? It's similar to a "Where's Waldo" page. However, all are things I use, treasure, or what inspires me. The cardinal is not only my favorite bird, but my daddy's funeral announcement. The willow tree espouses one of my favorite sayings, "Sometimes the right path is not always the easiest one". The tree, art called 'Grandmother Willow',  drawn by an artist who calls herself Pocahontas. There's water in my coffee warmer, random jewelry, fingernail clippers, and assorted desk trolls like a calculator and a pencil sharpener, under the screen. My papersorter is filled with disks from state archives. A church fan adorns the back wall stamped West 2nd Street, Oakboro, est. 1915. A couple of small books peek out over the CD's, Cider With Rosie, by Laurie Lee, about his time in Cotswold after the War, a treasure from a visit to my relatives in the UK, and 'Albemarle and Stanly County in 1891', by local historian Lewis Bramlett and his son, Andrew. The Bramletts and I share a tree branch of German ancestry through our decent from the Starnes family. My third Great Grandfather, F.F.Starnes (Frederick Fincher) and his Great Grandfather of some unknown degree of Great, F E. Starnes,  (Francis Eugene), were business partners at some point, referred to as 'cousins' in the newspaper of the time.

And as for the cluttered collection of ancestors and descendants above it, beginning with a wooden tourist trap rendition of the hilly streets of Love, in Cornwall.....




It's twain! There's also a top row that begins with my little brother and ends with my oldest daughter. A photo of a paternal Great Grandmother sits next to a photo of my mom and her siblings at their parents 50th Anniversary party, partially blocked by a photo of the same 4 siblings with their Dad, my Pawpaw, as children. A photo of my Mom and myself connects to an old family photo of a different grandfather, with his family, as a little boy, followed by a current little boy, one of my younger grandchildren. Framed by treasures, hanging handmade ornaments, made of piory thatch by my friend, Meralda, from Pitcairn Island, an artist whose work can be found at Maimitihaven.com. 

Then, there are the maps. I love maps. I collect maps. There's much to be gleaned from maps, whether studying history, or in particular,  tracking of family trails. The one above the first photo, over my brothers' head is an 1870 Captain N. A. Ramsey  map of Chatham County, NC. Chatham is a country of beautiful terrain,  that an impressive number of my procreaters passed through,  on their way here, to my home county of Stanly.
Next to that is a map that predates the Chatham one by over 200 years, the 1640 Blaeu Map of the Eastern Seaboard,  from Virginia south, through the Carolinas to the Florida border, which was Spanish territory at the time.

To the far right is a map of Scotland with the names of some of the most populous Scottish Clans labeled in the area of their historic origins. I'm a mite sain of all things Scottish, as this land claims the largest hunk of my DNA, which comes from dozens of locations worldwide, primarily Europe, but not exclusively. The family names found upon this map that I know I descend from are Ramsey, Murray, McCoy, and McGregor. 
My map collection also consists of:
- 1904 map of Anson County, very similar to a C. B. Miller Map. 
- 1982  map of Stanly County encircled with small replications of the area, with towns and points of interest marked from 1841, 1850., 1875, 1900, 1925, 1950, and 1975.
-The C. B. Miller map of Stanly County, circa 1890-1910, that included place and people names, and marked schools and churches.
- 1982  map of Montgomery County.
- The First Lord Proprietors Map of the Carolinas dated 1672.
- An H. S. Tanner Map of North and South Carolina circa 1825.
I hope to add to this collection one day. 



Ah, the print table! To the right of my ostrich flamingo pen is the surge protector and router and printer, watched over by not one, but two pictures of Great, Great, Great Grandfather, Henry Davis. There's a calendar with a beautiful model, who happens to be my only Granddaughter and another Grandchild flipbook of my fourth Grandson on the front. It's the boxes to the right they will need to be afraid of. All of them are full of genealogy notebooks, by family and filled to the brim with research and stuff. No better word for it than stuff. Shake in terror of those, they are heavy and mighty. 




The printer table has a top tier, too. Left of the clans of Scotland is a portrait of one of my favorite founding fathers, Benjamin Franklin. I named my firstborn Benjamin. The print comes with a quote, "Any Society that will give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both." 
Sadly, we've forgotten this, it seems and are doomed to suffer the consequences. There's my 'currently working on' trays, and that little munchkin with the bronzed baby shoes is me, my mother had these done and they sat atop my dresser as a child. Now they sit in front of a clever montage of my oldest four grandchildren and is guarded by one of my horse statues and my gingham bunny, treatises spawned from childhood delights. If you can't splurge on childhood desires when you are a senior citizen, which is rapidly approaching, when can you? 




Back to maps, one wall features the 1982  map of Stanly County, which I previously mentioned, adjacent to an ornamental family tree. Above them, the Charlotte Hornets design is on full display. 


The Townships of Olde Anson adorn the door. To the left is another favorite poster, George Caleb Binghams, 'Daniel Boone Escorting Settlers through the Cumberland Gap'.


The walls aren't all covered in Maps, per this photo. There's a print of Shiloh Methodist Church in Montgomery County, NC, still standing, where a beautiful historic Christmas show, complete with antique instruments and decor, is put on in early December. A portion of the Lord Proprietors map I spoke of earlier. A print of Sequoia, the Cherokee who invented a written system of the Cherokee language, and the Daniel Boone print beside him. And oh yeah, I'm big on Native American decor, too. It's everywhere including here. No need to go through all the walls, but in addition to the maps, there's a big, beautiful black and white print of a casual John and Jackie Kennedy circa 1953, a UFC poster of Connor McGregor, A King's and Queens timeline poster from Egbert, the first Saxon king recognized as King of all the English in 827, to Elizabeth II., and a theater poster of Chris Hemsworth as Thor in the Marvel Movies. yeah.

Cabinet drawers hold books, reference books, family history books, and some casual reading texts, too. Above is shown, including The Biography of Frances Slocum, by Meginess, Stanly County, by D. Douglas Buchanon and the Stanly County Museum, Gold Mines in North Carolina, by John Hairr and Joey Powell, Uwharrie Bizarres, by Fred T. Morgan, Crossing Buckhorn, by George G. Thomas, Unruly Women, by Victoria E. Bynam, Cryin's For Hungry Babies, by Dennis Hayman, The Journey, by Eugene Broadway, and Broadway Royals, by the same. There's Family Maps of Sumter County, Alabama and Family Maps of Marengo County, Alabama, both by Gregory A. Boyd, J. D., as well as some books just for reading. I literally have books everywhere. 




On top of The Boggan Family Patrick, Benjamin, James and their sister, Jane by Frances Henrietta Bingham Krechel are a couple of spare DNA tests I keep around, just in case someone might need one. These are under a couple of Brent H. Holcolm books, Marriages and Death Notices from the Southern Christian Advocate 1837 - 1860 Volume # 1 and 1861 - 1867 Volume # 2, and Southside Virgina Families Volume 1, by John Bennett Boddie. I have several of the Boddie books, and I mention this, because I don't mind doing look-ups, as long as it doesn't become overwhelming.  Several of the books I mentioned in my first paragraph concerning books, listed authors with roots here in Stanly or Anson Counties. A few of them even share ancestors with me. Loving history, especially family history, seems to run in the family. 

(Note: I better insert here that I don't give out free DNA tests. Oh no, it MUST be a party that is beneficial to my research, a relative, adoptee, etc. These things aren't cheap, $59 on sale, $100 normally.)


More books, yeah, I'm pretty boring. One on Andrew Jackson, a very old book called The Brandons,  by Angela Thirkell. No, this isn't like a male version of the 'Heathers" movie, it's a genealogy book on a very old Virginia family with the surname 'Brandon'. The Story of Scott's Hill, Tennessee by Gordon H. Turner, Sr., is about a place where relatives of some of my Turner ancestors migrated to, and yes, I am related distantly to the author. These Is My Words, by Nancy E. Turner, Biographical Genealogies of The Virginia - Kentucky Floyd Families with Notes, by Nicholas Jackson; The Tudors by Jane Bingham, The True Story of Tom Dooley, by Fletcher, The Great Wagon Road by Dietz, Uwharrie Ghost Stories, Fred T. Morgan, and too, Cold Mountain and a decoupage map of Norwood, NC, and another entire layer of books behind those.


Besides a ridiculous number of books, the extra special stuff is in a small mobile chest of drawers. Two drawers hold the CD's for Stanly and Anson County, others hold the census books for Stanly, Montgomery and Anson Counties, the Marriage books, the Cemetery Books, the Court Book, and the bottom drawers hold Journals and Bulletins from the Genealogical groups I belong to, Stanly, Anson, Mecklenburg, Counties in North Carolina, and Southside Virginia. Quarterlys from family groups, The Pace Society and Wingfield Association, and a smattering of small pamphlets like the 1810  Substitute census of Mecklenburg County, Virginia, which includes a nice little map with all the creeks. The Southern counties of Virginia are also an area many of my ancestors lived before coming here. Which reminds me, I do have a map of Mecklenburg and Brunswick Counties in Virginia, but I don't have it up.


This is what the filing cabinet drawers look like. I wonder how much $ I've spent on copies. Let's not go there. I could probably buy a nice car.



While my family files are in alphabetical order per drawer, they're not necessarily in alphabetical order all together. Some families have a file in multiple drawers and there's at least one on every family I descend from and several I don't, that may have ties to my family. Among these, but not limited to, are Aldridge, Abshier, Alexander, Allen,  Almond, Atkins, Bass, Blalock, Boggan, Brandon, Broadway, Bridges,  Burgin, Burris, Byrd, Cagle, Callaway, Carpenter, Carter Coble, Cochran, Coley, Crump,  Dancy, Davis, Dowd, Downer, Drew, Duke, Easley, Efird, Erwin, Exum, Faulkner, Fincher, Flowers, Freeman,  Gallahorn, Gould, Gordon, Green,  Gunter,  Hathcock, Hatley, Herrin, Hildreth,High,  Hill, Holmes,  Honeycutt, Hooks, Howell, Hudson, Ingram, Kendall, Kennedy, Kernachan, Lambert, Lee, Ledbetter, Lemmons, Lisenby, Lowder, Love, Lynch, Marriott, Marks, Marshall, Martin, Mauldin, McGregor, McCoy, McQueen, Means, Meggs, Melton/Milton, Moffitt/Moffatt, Morgan, Morton, Murray, Nash,  Nobles, Palmer, Parker,  Paul, Parrott, Pfifer, Pickler, Pilcher, Preslar, Query, Ragsdale, Randall, Ramsey, Reed,  Robertson, Robbins, Russell, Sibley, Siegel, Simpson, Smith , Solomon, Springer,  Starnes,  Thompson, Threadgill, Thrower, Tomlinson, Turner, Upchurch, Warren, Webster, Whitley, White, Wilson, Winfield, Works. 

So, this untidy little enclave is where I do my thing, and where I find my inspiration. For every mystery I solve I find a dozen more. Every stone unturned leads to another pile. Every question answered leads me to ask another. 

It's neverending. Sorry kids. 

Saturday, February 1, 2025

The Temporary Cabinet







What do genealogy and politics have to with each other? In my case, quite a bit, and it all has to do with the significance of the passage of time, an oft used quote of our presidental runnerup, Kamala Harris. Once again, we came close to electing our first female President, but no such bananas. The time, and the candidate, were not right. Listening to her occasional speeches, which sometimes left one scratching their head, wondering what she was getting at, I was reminded of that now infamous Miss South Carolina contestant in the Miss Teen USA pageant, Caitlin Upton who gave a twisted, nonsensical answer that gave birth to the term "word salad".



Hillary Clinton was the first to come close and was a much more astute, and capable, candidate, but then there's the whole thing concerning her body count, and we aren't talking about her love life. I do believe there will be a female candidate within our lifetime, but the time was not ripe.

I come from a long line of hard-core Democrats, as they used to call them. My maternal grandfather was a Kennedy Democrat. He had books on JFK's reign in office, the elegance of his term, deeded "Camelot" and other information on what was considered America's royal family. John Fitzgerald Kennedy was a flawed man, but a good President. He had vision, youth, presence and bearing, a handsome man with a beautiful young family and a graceful, classy wife. But someone wanted him dead.




I'm neither Democrat not Republican. I consider myself somewhere in the middle. Most democrats and republicans vote along party lines. It's the Independants and those from the small parties in between who are coaxed or inveigled to vote one way or another, who determine the winners. I don't prefer the two party system, and I am not alone. An intriguing number of small parties have sprang up over the last several years.The Liberatarians have picked up speed, then there's the Green Party, the No Label Party, Andrew Yang's Forward Party, (I was a Yang Ganger). But we know no one in any of these parties are going to be President, not in the present, and not likely in the near future. For the entirety of my life, it has been, and continues to be, either a Democrat or a Republican. You can vote for your menial party, which is like spitting in the ocean, or chose one of the two more dominant parties, which has been in recent years a game of chosing the lesser of two evils.

I won't explain how I can adore both John Fetterman and Ron Paul, (and to a lesser degree, his son, Rand), or why I believe AOC is the future of the Democrat Party, and may very well be our first female President, despite her current - idolence and ignorance, trappings of her youth, unless Tulsi Gabbard manages to beat her to it.

What brings these two renewed interests of mine together, is that they arrived in the autumn of my life. I registered as a Democrat at 18, led by my beloved Grandfather. I began my genealogical research at 14, again, inspired by the same beloved Grandfather. Then life happened. In young adulthood, one is involved in a whirlwind of priorities, education, career, social life, drama, family, survival. Then things become quiet, kids grow up, work is more familiar and mundane. You began to reclaim your selfhood, searching for what made you who you are and what omnifarious convection color the flavor and flow of your life.

There's obviously something about turning a half century old that changes one mentally, philosophically and spiritually. the benefits of wisdom. The young see neither the forest or the trees, but the aged can see the moss fighting to grow within the crevasses of bark, the seedling thrusting its way to light through loamy, humus and mulch, the harmony of the swaying canopy, the synchrony, the cohesiveness, the community. There's an elusium with age. You can now take the time, as the house becomes quiet, to enjoy the apricity of the sun, the joy of the birth of a new day, with an eleutheromus the young can not know. There comes a peace, a sonder, that the daily grind steals from the overly busy.

Having time to look back, also leads to time to look forward. I've worked for the Board of Elections for 16 years now, speculatively, just during primaries and elections themselves. Over this time, I made a number of observations. First, at that time, there was a small percentage of the population who took the time to vote, especially in the local elections or primaries. You could count on a handful of sedulous voters showing up every time. The second point was that most of those voters were 'of a certain age'.  There were more voters over 80 than under 40 who would show up religiously to vote. Thus, those whose probable future is the briefest, have more voice in  the future of the community, the state, and even the country, than those whose future is the longest. But over the course of the last few elections, and with most acutace in the most recent, change is on the rise. We had the most first time voters in this past election than we ever have had. People under 25 were coming out in force to register, and to make their voice known. They were pitching in their lot for the future. This event is invigorating. 



I may have another decade, I may have four. Life and health are too uncertain things. I'm old enough to recall a very different world than the one we live in now. In the late 70's, early 80's, opportunity abound. It is said you could walk out of one job and be sure to have another by the days end. Our little town was a manufacturing hub. Factory afte factory lined Little Long Creek. Textiles, aluminum, carpet, electrical componets, anything you could imagine that could be made, was made in America. Albemarle, NC was a part of that. 

As the years went by, things would change, and not for the better.





Those among us now trembling or 'knashing their teeth', over where we are at this time in history, can't seem to understand how we got to this point. All it takes is a little anamnesis. Those of us old enough to have been an audience to it all, can comprehend, or should be able to. 

NAFTA and CAFTA was signed. Walmart came along and killed most of the Mom and Pops. American Manufacturing is on it death knell. Hordes of Americans were left jobless and hopeless. Small and Large Manufacturing towns became ghost towns. Where factories were left to decay and fall apart, centers of towns, like ours, became to resemble a war zone. Nothing of quality can be purchased anymore, we're left with cheap Chinese junk. The trade deals, NAFTA, the fault of Clinton, a Democrat, and CAFTA, the fault of G. W. Bush, a Republican, benefitted NOT the American people, but the other countries. I, myself, said over and over, "I wish we had a President that wanted to be the President of the United States, and not the world. Who would take care of our own people, our own country, first, and stop robbing us and raping us for the benefit of other countries. 


I remember driving through the town of Star, a small town in neighboring Montgomery County, considered the center of the state, some years ago. I hadn't seen it in awhile, at the time. It had been a cute little railroad town. I was aghast at the boarded up, empty buildings, the rundown look of the place, and the citizens that remained seemed to carry that dull, heavy feeling in their personage. It had became a ghost town. 

Over the past several years, many of the communities have fought hard to come back and make their towns viable again. I am exuberant and proud of the way  Albemarle has sought to revitalize its downtown and control its growth. It's a beautiful place again, mostly. We aren't finished, but we're making progress. Some figurable plans have been brought to the table.  Other factors, some fractous, some beneficial, are now coming into play. 

During the past two or three years now, our community has seen a nonpareil burst of growth, mostly in housing. Houses are popping up eveywhere, in every neighborhood, new and old, trees are being torn down for housing projects, developments and with more on the table. New roads are being carved through corn fields and others spreading wide like a fat viper. Some of it can be blamed on the urban cancer that is our nearest large city, Charlotte. The sprawl is like an ugly disease spreading out and infecting the areas closest to it, crossing both county, and state, lines.

Charlotteans are escaping the frantic pace, perilous traffic, menacing crime stats and inane prices for a slower paced, more enjoyable and affordable lifestyle, while choosing to commute there for work still, unless they are retiring. 

Others are coming from other states, some with lack of employment opportunities, some with ridiculous tax rates and high cost of living, still others with high crime and dangerous policies, like not locking up criminals. The most visible and disconcerting contributary to growth is the overwhelming influx of immigrants from other countries. Going to see a movie in your little home town and being the only one who speaks English besides the ticket taker can be a bit unsettling to small town denizen. I can see why some voters would turn away from a frail, teetering candidate who seems confused at times, or another who spins incompetent, and proprietary for one known for gruffness and inpoliteness, but also shuns politcal correctness. The 'good guys' left the door open too long. They allowed  tenebrous and seedy things, bedizened in and emboldened by a lackadaisical acceptance, to slip in, and not just, but to become profound and demanding. The most important thing that they forgot - majority rules. Regular folk, the 'normies', those who work hard, raise families, build communities, who just want a quiet life, with a little bit of happiness, far outnumber what we called back in the 70's and 80's, the 'lunatic fringe'. Bald men in ballgowns and bright red lip stick walking the halls of Congress, or topless transfolk trapsing around the White House lawn sporting their Double-D's for all to see, while flinging their junk around in a thong can be a shock to the system of the majority of Americans. Many, albeit quietly, voted against it. It was becoming an absolute clown show. 


Many young women voted for one policy and one policy only. Abortion. Raised to believe a career was the only end goal and that parenthood is a bad thing, they threw everything else to the side. Lots of them forgot to vote, however, but they forgot several things: people who want to be parents, who came from loving families and want the same, people who already have families, and people to old to care. Oh, and men, lets not forget them. You can't be a one trick pony and win the race. 

Another factor, 'my slice of the pie'. Most people don't mind sharing. Until. Big word, until. When they feel like they are being pushed out, that they will no longer be getting access to their own slice of the pie, that their communities are being taken over and they are being starved out of their own homes, they begin to push back. They become hungry little German Shepherds fighting for their mothers teat. Opponents run to call this behavior 'racism', and that might work in countries that have been historically one race. In America, the puppies being pushed out are black, brown, white and red, and the people they fear are pushing them out are the same colors. 



In our community, we're having an epidemic of flat tires. You heard me. There is so much construction in every neighborhood that you can't drive down the street without picking up little nails. Who will fill all of the houses? All of the above. People from eveywhere, from the Amoeba known as Charlotte, Snowbirds looking for warmth, westerners escaping policies that have their sidewalks strewn with needles and people breaking into their garages, midwesterners looking for better opportunities than their own ghost towns, foreigners from wartorn and economically devasted areas looking for that American Dream they heard about. 

It doesn't matter if you scream Democracy or uphold the Republic, majority rules. The world became topsy turvy. Over the past several years, the rights of the few superceded the rights of the many. I'm not speaking of gay people. Most gay people, at least the ones I know, fall into the category of just regular people who want to live their lives like anyone else. Believe it or not, Conservative gays exist. 

Don't butcher the children. The majority of people are accepting and tolerant, until you come for the children.

. Most female athletes don't want to compete against bodies twice their size and strength. Its not fair.

But I degress. Thank you for allowing me to perorate on a subject thats been heavy on my mind. That is what happened y'all. A self-aggrandizing narcissistic humador won the election. How? By running on common sense. By listening to what people were saying. People who voted. People who had the right to vote. People who felt they were being pushed out, who felt the world, society and the government was spinning out of control. Normal, regular, common, everyday people. The Majority. Having, AGAIN, the choice of the lesser of two evils, the one who offered succor, who condemned the puerile, who promised to ameliorate the fears and focus of the masses -won. Hectoring plans and policies to fix the fallible issues that we've been inundated with and encircled by a collective of sedulous yay-sayers, we have a mendacious leader, who also reflects strength, courage and determination. That didn't work, let's try THIS.



    With each of the last three or four elections, I've began to pay a little bit more attention to things. This most recent, I paid more attention than ever. Since acheiving adulthood, I could name the President, sometimes the Vice President, but cared not to know more than that. Pathetic, right? Yet, until recently, I had never thought about the process, about how one administration takes over from another. It doesn't happen over night. Yes, at the exact moment the Presiden Elect takes the oath, their administration begins and the old one ends. Yet, theres a lot of work, and people, that goes into the rest of it. 

The Temporary Cabinet.

This election, I've just became aware of the Temporary Cabinet. The change of Presidential Administrations is akin to a snake shedding his skin and taking on the new one. By the time a new person is sworn in to the office, they usually have a good number of their cabinet, federal office heads, and staff chosen, but as many are hired after the swearing in, especially the higher "underling" offices, deputy secretaries, undersecretaries, advisors, spokesmen and attorneys for the agencies. I suppose I somehow assumed the Old Guard stayed in control until the New Guard was 'confirmed' by the Senate. Oh no, they exist with the Commander in Cheif. There's a whole team of folks who make the transition happen. Theres the transition team, who basically are in charge of screening people and doing the hiring, although the President has the last word on who he (or she if we ever get one), wants. There are 'sherpas', kind of recepcionists, who guide and teach the prospective Secretary and team through the process and lead them through the hoops, advisors so to speak. 

Running the government until those folks complete the process is the Temporary Cabinet. Who are they? There is not one answer to the cabinet. Most are experienced in the office they are taking, higher level staff, but they can also be advisors, former cabinet members, senators, retired persons who worked in those departments, or those who are in unelected positions within the department, and will likely recieve a promotion after the temporary position. 

Why would anyone want to be a Secretary and head an agency for a week, a month or however long the temporary position lasts? Experience, for one, looks good on a resume, is a step up the political ladder. 

What happens to them after the position is filled, as they are but a temporary place holder? The answer to that is as varied as there are people. Some go back to whatever position they held before they took the post. Others will recieve another position within the administration, often a promotion. Some return to the private sector. Those who came out of retirement usually return to retirement. 

Below is the current list of folks who are temporarily running the Goverment. You'll see what I mean about how it varies.

Secretary of Agirculture: Gary Washington


Gary Washington has been the Chief Information Officer at the USDA since 2018. He formerly headed the USDA Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service. He has an impressive portfolio altogether, having also worked at the FDA and ten years in the US Air Force. He's the placeholder for Brooke Rollins. He will likely hold an important role in the USDA after she is sworn in. 



Secretary of Commerce: Jeremy Pelter



Jeremy served as Deputy Assistant Secretary and as the Chief Financial Officer for the Administration. He's also served in the SBA. He's the place holder for Howard Lutnick and will continue to serve under the Secretary in a high level office. 


Secretary of Defense: Robert G. Salesses


Robert was a placeholder for five days until Pete Hegeseth was confirmed. He is now the Deputy Director of Washington Headquarters Services in the DOD. He was a Marine Corps Officer and has held a number of positions in the DOD. 


Secretary of Education: Denise Carter



Denise has ran the Federal Student Aid team in and has served in several positions within that agency. She has also worked in HHS and won Meritous Presidential Rank Awards. She is a place holder for Linda McMahon and will continue to head the FSA after the Secretary is confirmed. 


Secretary of Energy: Ingrid Kolb



Ingrid has been Director of the Office of Management for the Department of Energy since 2005. She has also worked for the US Government at the Office of Management and Budget (OMB), and the Department of Education and the Office of National Drug Control Policy. The offices she has served in is a list of eleven with titles like Cheif of Staff and Deputy Secretary. She is expected to remain as a high-ranking Official at the Dept. of Energy and be on the President's new National Enery Board along with Chris Wright, to whom she is the placeholder for, and Doug Burgham, Interior Nominee, Lee Zeldin, EPA Nominee, and others. 


Secretary of Health and Human Services: Dorothy Fink 



Dr. Dorothy Fink was serving as the Deputy Assistant Secretary for Women's Health before being appointed as Acting Secretary for HHS. She has a long and studied career with a focus on women's health and has also worked for the US Government at NIH. She is the placeholder for Robert F. Kennedy Jr. and is expected to head OASH (Office of the Assistant Secretary for Health),  if he is approved. 


Director of Homeland Security: Benjamine Huffman



Benjamine Huffman was serving as the Head of FLETC (Federal Law Enforcement Training Centers) before being tasked with the role of Acting Department of Homeland Security Secretary. He has held several roles at DHS before that. He began his career working for Border Control. He is the placeholder for Kristi Noem and is expected to return to FLETC when she assumes office.


Secretary of Housing and Urban Development: Matthew Ammon



Matthew Ammon was serving as the Director of the Office of Lead Hazard Control and Healthy Homes at HUD before becoming the placeholder for nominee Scott Turner. He had also held the same temporary positon durng the Biden Administration after the departure of Marcia Fudge. He is expected to return to his old position when Scott Turner is confirmed.


Secretary of the Interior: Walter Cruickshank


Dr. Walter Cruickshank is the Deputy Director of the Bureau of Ocean Energy Management. He has held several science roles with the US Government, including Deputy Director of Minerals and Management Services and with BOEM. He is the placeholder for Doug Burgham and is expected to return to his former role, or possibly as Director of BOEM when Mr. Burgham takes office. 


Attorney General: The Honoral James McHenry III


Justice McHenry heads the office of Immigration Review at the Department of Justice. He has a long history as an Immigration Attorney and is the placeholder for Pam Bondi, the AG-in-waiting. He's definately a Trumpster with his views on immigration and will be expected to hold a significant post dealing with it after his temporary role is no longer needed. 


Secretary of Labor: Vincent Micone



Vincent Micone is the Deputy Assistant Secretary of Operations at the Department of Labor. He is also currently the Acting Secretary of the Department. Before this, he was the Executive Director for Enterprise Services with the Commerce Department and also served as an Inspector General for Federal Law Enforcement, and worked with an independant audit service at the Treasury Department. He is a placeholder for Lori Chavez-DeRemer. 


Secretary of State: Lisa Kenna


Ambassador Lisa Kenna didn't have a long reign as Acting Secretary of State as Senator Marco Rubio became the first of this Administrations appointees to be sworn in as now Secretary Marco Rubio, and the first Latino to serve in that position. A career member of the Senior Foreign Service, she has served as Executive Secretary of State, an Advisor for DOD and an Ambassador to multiple foreign missions. She has returned to her position at State as Executive Secretary.


Secretary of  the Treasury: David Lebryk


David Lebryk is a career member of the Department of the Treasury and has served as the Fiscal Assistant Secretary, the most senior career position for over a decade. He is a place holder for Scott Bessent. He has spent an overall 30 years in various offices at Treasury and is perhaps the most experienced and capable person to have assigned this temporary position. He will continue in his previous position.


Transportation Secretary: Judith Kaleta



Judith Kaleta is the Senior Career Attorney at the DOT. She is the placeholder for Sean Duffy. Prior to becoming the Acting Secretary, she headed up a Department of over 400 attorneys. She has served as an attorney is various agencies, including RSPA, FTA, and the Federal Highway Commission and has won an astounding number of awards in her impressive career.


Secretary of Veterans Affairs:Todd Hunter


Todd Hunter served as the Deputy Executive Director of the VA during Trumps first term. He has held a number of positions in the VA including Director of Mission Support and the Director of the Office of Accountability and Whistleblower Protection, Director of the Strategic Acquisition Center, Office of Acquisition, Logistics and Construction and others. He served 22 years in the US Army with a distinguished career. He is a placeholder for Doug Collins. He will remain in the VA serving under Mr. Collins.


EPA Secretary: James Payne 


James Payne is an instructor at Georgetown University and an Attorney. He is a placeholder for Lee Zeldin. He has worked in the Ohio Attorney General's Office and in the Environmental division of the Department of Justice. Mr. Payne has also worked at the EPA as a Regional Council. He will likely hold a Council Position after his tenure as Acting Secretary is over. 


SBA: Everett Woodel. Jr.



Everett Woodel, Jr. MBA, was serving as the District Director of the Small Business Administation for Central and Southern Ohio, before being chosen as the Acting SBA  Administrator. He has ran an energy investment company, and worked for the State of Ohio as a US House of Representatives staff member. He is a place holder for Scott Turner.


OMB: Matthew Vaeth


Matthew Vaeth, with a Master of Science Degree in Public Policy and Management, has worked in the Office of Management and Budget for 27 years. he began as a Program Examiner, then became Cheif of the Budget Review Branch after 11 years, and has served as the Assistant Director, Legislative Reference since 2011. He is the placeholder for Russell Vought, who served as the Head of OMB during Trumps's first term. Recent actions have placed Voughts chances of confirmation at a narrower possibiltiy, so the future for Mr. Vaeth is uncertain. He may hold the acting position for much longer, and will no doubtably hold a higher position in the office afterwards. 

DNI: Stacy Dixon


Stacy Dixon has served as the Principal Deputy Director of National Intellegence for the past four years. Despite being a member of the previous administration, she is seen as reliable and nonpartisan by the incoming Administration. A Stanford University Graduate, Ms. Dixon served as Deputy Director of the National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency (NGA) before becoming the Principal Deputy Director of National Intellegence, the second highest office in the Department. She is a placeholder for Tulsi Gabbard, who, being a controversial pick, has uncertain chances of being sworn in. Ms. Dixon's future after serving as Acting Director is uncertain, as well, since she is from another administration, and also because her placeholder role may be for an extended time if Tulsi doesn't pass Senate approval. 



Trade Rep: Juan Millan

Juan Millan is served as the Deputy General Counsel for Monitoring and Enforcement for USTR before being asked to serve in the Acting Role. He has been a Legal Advisor within the office for a number of years, focusing on export subsidies and agriculture. A graduate of both Yale and Harvard, Mr. Millan is the placeholder for Jamieson Greer. He will remain in the USTR after his acting role is no longer needed, in a senior position.





CIA: Thomas Sylvester Jr.




Thomas Sylvester, Jr. is a career intelligence official. He is the Deputy Director of the CIA for Operations and will return to the role when his tenure as Acting Director is over. Deputy Director Sylvester grew up the son of a Foreign Service Officer and lived all over the planet. He was a US Navy Seal before joining the C.I.A. Mr. Sylvester is the placeholder for John Ratcliffe, who will probably have no issues being confirmed.


Oops, Stacy Dixon's time as Acting Director of the ODNI was brief. There were rumors that Dixon was attempting to subvert and prevent the appointment of Tulsi Gabbard, who was nominated for the role, in hopes of being asked to take the position for herself. The rumors are also noted to be unsubstantiated. She is also known to be a staunch supporter of D.E.I., initiatives that the current administration is attempting to wipe from its slate. This would be a much more logical excuse for her ouster in my view. She was replaced by co-worker, Lora Shiao.



Lora Shiao served as Cheif Operating Officer at ODNI before being asked to take over the Acting Director role from Stacy Dixon. She has served as an intelligence briefer to the Attorney Generals Office and also to the F. B. I. She has also served as Deputy Director for Terrorist Identities in the Senior National Intelligence Service. She has been Cheif Operating Officer for five years. She is expected to stay in the DNI office if Tulsi Gabbard is approved. If that doesn't come to fruition, she could pass as a double for Trumps daughter.

So until the Cabinet is fully settled and sworn, we have a group of capable and experienced career diplomats and officers running the show. I think the acting cabinet might just be a better one that the nominated one. It's a little more diverse one, which is not a priortiy in this administration as it was in the last.

In the Nominated Cabinet of 15 Cabinet Offices, but a total of 24 Cabinet Level Offices, we have 9 women, and 16 men, or those, only one, Scott Turner is African American, two, Marco Rubio and Lori Chavez-Dermer are Hispanic and one, Tulsi Gabbard, is Asian/Pacific Islander.

I've only named 21 offices here, as Cheif of Staff, OSTP and the UN do not have Acting positions named. Of the 21, there are seven women and seven people of color. 

Interesting. Hang on to your hats. As the whiskey-voiced actress, Kathryn Hephburn decried, "It's going to be a bumpy ride. 



 







Monday, January 27, 2025

A Simple Deed

Page 251 March 1837, Daniel Freeman and wife to Allen Huckabee, Thomas Biles, Parham Smith, John Smith, and Archibald Smith, Trustees in trust for the use and purposes hereinafter mentioned - $1.00 - Lot - "Laid out for Stoney Hill Church" - they shall erect and build thereon a house or place of worship for the use of members of the M. E. Church ---- and in further trust and confidence, that they shall at all times forever thereafter furnish such ministers and preachers belonging to the said Church or by the annual conference authorized by the General Conference to preach and expound God's Holy Word therein". 
Witnesses: Arthur F. Atkins, Richard D. Biles
Signed: Daniel Freeman, Martha Freeman. 

The above deed is but one of several documents that prove to reify my theory of my Smith origins, their comingled connections to my Atkins and Freeman ancestors, and how small the world was in Stanly County, NC, two hundred years ago or so. 

The Biles withstanding, who came from Rowan County, NC, to this area, most of these names can hang in some place on the family tree. The Smiths named are sons or grandsons of one William Smith, who is an eidolon of the misty past, I've not claimed a full grasp of. This includes Martha Smith Freeman, who signed with her husband, merchant Daniel Freeman. The Freeman name carries over to Rev. Arthur Freeman Atkins, with his harrier appellation, carrying the name of my sixth Great Grandfather, Arthur Freeman, as his first two given names and Atkins, the surname of a female ancestor who married a Palmer, whose daughter married a Davis and became my third great grandmother. 

Rev. Arthur Freeman Atkins is all over my ancient family records like the scars of a measles survivor. Our co-ancestor,  Arthur Freeman of Brunswick County, Virginia, bled sons and daughters to the North Carolina Piedmont. Two daughters married Atkins, most of whom further migrated West and South, one being the mother of Rev. A. F. Atkins, and a nephew of my Great Great Great Grandmother Martha "Patsy" Atkins, who married James Palmer.  Two daughters married Winfield brothers, Jemima, who stayed in Virginia with her husband Joshua, and Charlotte, who married Peter and moved to the Rocky River area, bringing daughter, Sarah, who also married a Davis. 

The crossing of paths, and genetics are numerous. 

There's an old standing rumor about merchant Daniel Freeman, who was not only one of the earliest merchants in Albemarle, but also in Lawrenceville, in Montgomery County, the county seat of the two counties, when they were one, before the founding of Albemarle. The story was that he was the nephew of my ancestor, Charlotte Freeman Winfield, son of one of her brothers, and therefore, also a grandson of Arthur Freeman and wife, Agnes Stokes. I believe Henry Freeman was the name most often quoted, but I can't be sure. I've found no proof of this, but there's a great deal of circumstancial evidence, and it's certainly plausible. 

Then there's the veridical existence and roots of the Stony Hill Church. A very early congregation began on the Yadkin -PeeDee River in what was then Montgomery County called 'The Mouth of the Uwharrie Baptist Church '. This church was founded by an old Scottish Minister named William McGregor, an ancestor of mine. His daughter, Ava McGregor, married Bennett Solomon, of Franklin County, NC, also a minister. This congregation would become Stony Hill, although they switched from Baptist to Methodist. The old church was located in Tindallsville, which no longer exists, but was just down the way from the restored home of Dr. Francis Kron, who purchased his home from Rev. McGregor. The graves of both of these men, and the properties, are within the current boundaries of Morrow Mountain State Park. 

Ava McGregor Solomon followed most of her children to Henry County, Tennessee, where she is buried. One son and two married daughters remained in Stanly County, NC. The son, another minister, William, married Tabitha Marks and their daughter, Margaret, would marry a Mauldin. A few generations later, her Mauldin granddaughter would marry a Davis and become my grandparents. That Davis was a descendant of James Palmer who married Patsy Atkins and his Mauldin wife was a descendant of Mary Smith who married James Mauldin. Back in a circle to the family of this mystical, magical William Smith. 


The Daniel Freeman House, Albemarle, NC. I believe I could be related to both him and his wife, Martha Smith Freeman. 

Shotgun, Lysol and Two Women, Oh My!


In my previous post, I introduced Dorothy Estelle Randall, a young woman coming of age in Depression Era Albemarle, North Carolina, living in the nebulous and disreputable neighborhood known as 'Sibleytown'. Dorothy had lost her father, Abram Puett Randall, as an infant. She had been raised near the railroad tracks of the Yadkin Railway, along with her brother Ernest. She had an older half brother and sister, Virgil and Bertha, who were adults most of her life, and there were two sisters who passed away as children before her birth. 

Due to its embrace of mills and small business, the small town of Albemarle was not hit quite as hard as most northern and midwest areas during the depression. Most people managed to eke out a living. Dorothy was a good student, achieving Honor Roll every year, and recieving accolades for perfect attendance at school. That is, until adolescence. 

Fatherless, with a working mother, and being the youngest child, Dorothy may have become a bit wanton, and unbridled. She went to work in a hosiery mill at the insolent age of 15, and bore a son at the age of 16, marrying twice before the age of 20. Her first husband, one Clarence Frank Burris, was a local young man, 5 years her elder, and the father of her son. They lived together as husband and wife very briefly, a divorce coming less than a year later, and a separation after two weeks of marriage. A document was filed with the Register of Deeds of Stanly County, protecting the property of Frank and Dorothy, as individuals, owned prior to marriage,  from any claim by the other. The articles of separation also freed Frank of any and all responsibilities to his wife and son, those duties taken on duly by his bride, and her mother, Emma,  as Dorothy was still a child herself. 

Two years after her divorce, Dorothy visited the yearly County Fair, where she met David Henry Belcher. Mr. Belcher was from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and had most recently worked as an Automotic Instructor at an institution called Sweeney Automotive School. At the present, he was working as a master mechanic with Krause Greater Shows, in connection with the Stanly County Fair. This was a fancy way of saying she fell for a Carnie. For a young Southern girl, who may not have been far from home in life, the young man from Milwaukee, who had traveled more than she, must have been a very intriguingly different and new bauble.They wed, having known each other a week, and lived, at the time of their marriage in November of 1934, with her mother in Sibleytown on the south side of Albemarle. 

During the course of 1935, 20 year old Dorothy was in and out of the hospital three times for unknown reasons. There were also a number of land transfers between she and her mother, and her mother and Dorothy and her new husband, David Belcher, who was also five years her senior. And that is where we left off with Dorothy, in my last post, "The Belle of Sibleytown"

We pick up with Dorothy 3 years later, in January of 1938.



"Shotgun, Lysol and Two Women", the headlines scandalously proclaimed. One of those two women was Dorothy. The story implied  that early in January of 1938, the now 23 year old Dorothy, referred to a "Mrs. Randall", and not by her married name of Belcher, of the notorious Sibleytown, paid a visit to a Mrs. Alvin F. Burris, carrying a shotgun and a bottle of Lysol. The paper incorrectly reported that Alvin F. Burris was Dorothys' first husband. Dorothy was accused of forcing the other woman, for unknown reasons, to drink the Lysol, at gunpoint. Mrs. Burris was rushed for medical treatment, and thankfully survived. 

Dorothy left town, but at some point, returned. After her return, she was arrested and released on bond. The charges were dropped after Dorothy promised to pay the medical bills. 




A retraction to the previous story was soon printed, stating Dorothy denied all charges, that she had not forced anyone to drink Lysol at the end of any type of firearm. This later article also reported that Mr. Alvin Burris advised that his poor wife was recovering from the effects of Lysol poisoning and was able to return to her wifely duties. If it had not been Dorothy, what were the facts of Mrs. Burris's Lysol poisoning? And who were the Burris's? Mr. Burris also refuted the claim that he had ever married Dorothy, and Dorothy seconded that claim. 


Of course, Dorothy's first husband was one Clarence Frank Burris, and there was no more mention of her second, David Henry Belcher.

The Burris Couple

The question remained, who was  this unfortunate Burris lady and her husband, who had a newsworthy conflict with the volatile Dorothy Randall? The best fit is one Alva Flave Burris, and his first wife, Ruby Carter Burris.

Alva (not Alvin as incorrectly reported in paper), born in 1904, grew up in Big Lick, Stanly County, a son of Daniel McCoy "Coy" Burris and wife, Eva Cooper Burris. Alva's mother passed away when he was 5 and he was the only child of that marriage. Coy went on to marry Rotha Eudy and have more children, but his oldest son was raised by his parents. In the 1910 and 1920 census, Alva is shown living with his paternal grandparents, Zachariah Ephraim Burris and wife, Margaret Victoria Burris Burris. Ephraim was a grandson of Solomon Burris Jr., one of my ancestors, and yes, he and his wife were cousins. When there is a Burris involved in either Stanly, or Cabarrus County, I'm fairly sure I can tie them back into my own family tree. I know that Zachariah Ephraim Burris was a son of David Green Burris and grandson of Solomon Burris Jr., my 4th Great Grandfather. His wife, Margaret Victoria Burris was the daughter of James Allen Burris and Lucinda Hinson Burris, and the granddaughter of Joshua Christian Burris and Sally Springer Burris, the brother of Solomon Jr, both sons of Solomon Burris Sr., family patriarch, and a Revolutionary War soldier. 

The poor woman ill-fated to have drank Lysol, would have been Ruby M. Carter Burris, first wife of Alva. Ruby was born in Stanly County in 1911, and her family were found in Furr Township in 1910, however, her parents, Noah Jerome Carter and wife, Carrie Teeter, were from Rowan County. They would end up in Cabarrus. Alva F. Burris and Sarah Carter Burris would have one son, John Alva Burris, and the marriage would be brief, but not as brief as that of Frank Burris and Dorothy Randall. There's no tale that remains of the cause of animosity between the capricious and temperamental Dorothy and Ruby Burris.


Dorothy was on a streak. Sometimes, in the lives of people involved in criminal activities, they seem to come in like a storm, and you will see their names in the paper time after time, for awhile, until the law stops it, or they emerge from whatever fit or self-destructive catharsis they are in.


Dorothy Randall was no different. Just a month after Dorothy's episode, whatever it may have been, with the Burris family, she was back in the headlines, this time stealing chickens with Marvin Calloway. Dorothy claimed she had been at the movies, and got up with Marvin Calloway after he had abscombed with 20 chickens in his trunk, thinking them to be a payment for services of some kind. In other words, she had turned on her feminine wiles and pleaded Ignorance. She got by with it, sort of. 




The case attracted a mentionable amount of attention, as the local busybodies came to see the the dramadey of the  trial of the young chicken theives. Marvin recieved 150 days on the roads, or chain gang. Dorothy was sentenced to a total of 90 days in jail, but the sentence was suspended for 12 months if she could avoid trouble and stay out of court. Did she wise up?





And who was Marvin Calloway? Was Dorothy grooming him to be her next brief marital conquest?

In 1938, Marvin Calloway was a 37 year old divorced man. Born August 5, 1901, he was the son of John Pinkney Calloway and Elizabeth "Lizzie Bell" Clayton Calloway, the third of 8 children. He grew up in Albemarle, or near it, his family being listed as "near Pennington Ferry Road" in 1920. His father, John Pinkney, a son of old Agrippa Galamiel "A. G." Calloway, passed away in 1917, and divisions of property, and dispursements of shares between siblings, of his fathers property, and also that of a few siblings who died young, show that Marvin was married to a girl named "Ruby" by as early as 1924. This Ruby was born in 1903 and was not the same Ruby who drank the Lysol, as that one was born in 1911. I  don't know Ruby Calloway's maiden name, but she was a different Ruby, as she is living with Marvin in 1930.



NameMarvin Calaway
Birth Yearabt 1900
GenderMale
RaceWhite
Age in 193030
BirthplaceNorth Carolina
Marital StatusMarried
Relation to Head of HouseHead
Home in 1930Harris, Stanly, North Carolina, USA
Map of HomeHarris,Stanly,North Carolina
Dwelling Number165
Family Number169
Home Owned or RentedOwned
Home Value700
Radio SetNo
Lives on FarmNo
Age at First Marriage21
Attended SchoolNo
Able to Read and WriteYes
Father's BirthplaceNorth Carolina
Mother's BirthplaceNorth Carolina
Able to Speak EnglishYes
OccupationPainter
Industryg
Class of WorkerWage or salary worker
EmploymentYes
NeighborsView others on page
Household members
NameAge
Marvin Calaway30
Ruby Calaway27


Marvin and Ruby were divorced in 1937.





In 1940, Marvin was listed as 'Divorced' in the census and living with his brother, Raymond. 




NameMarvin Callaway
Age38
Estimated Birth Yearabt 1902
GenderMale
RaceWhite
BirthplaceNorth Carolina
Marital StatusDivorced
Relation to Head of HouseBrother
Home in 1940West and North Albemarle, Stanly, North Carolina
Map of Home in 1940West and North Albemarle,Stanly,North Carolina
Inferred Residence in 1935Rural, Stanly, North Carolina
Residence in 1935Rural, Stanly, North Carolina
Sheet Number18B
OccupationPainter
Attended School or CollegeNo
Highest Grade CompletedElementary school, 8th grade
Hours Worked Week Prior to Census36
Class of WorkerWage or salary worker in private work
Weeks Worked in 193936
Income600
Income Other SourcesNo
NeighborsView others on page
Household members
NameAge
Raymond L Callaway28
Louise Callaway24
Carol Gwendolyn Callaway6/12
Mary Lee Clayton49
Marvin Callaway38




The relationship between Marvin and Dorothy must have been an entente, they don't seem to have married or carried on further. Marvin would remarry, however,on June 8, 1940, not long after the above census, to a Miss Odessa Freeman. They would remain married until his passing in Candor in 1978 at the age of 77. There were no children from either marriage.

Remains of a section of Huckabee Street.


As for Dorothy Randall, the erudite young woman evaded the 1940 census, but the most likely scenario was that she lived somewhere in Albemarle still, and most probably on Huckabee Street, due to a few items that happened in 1942. 


On October 6, 1942, Emma, Dorothy's mother, sold a lot in South Albemarle to Dorothy and her little boy, David, for $10 and 'love and affection '.  This may have been because Emma was ailing, and uncertain of her own recovery, she was concerned about the future welfare of her daughter and grandson. 





Shortly after, Emma Caroline Mabry Randall would pass away at the age of  54. The SNAP reported she had succumbed to an illness of 12 weeks. She was survived by two children. Her son Ernest, was reported as living in Washington DC, but her daughter, Dorothy was living in Albemarle. The article mentioned her two stepchildren, Bertha Swanner of Graham and D.P. Randall of Elizabeth City. She also had two brothers, James and Murphy, living, and two unmarried sisters, Misses Isabelle and Rebecca Mabry living.




This is important, because that same autumn, Dorothy and her brother, Ernest, sold the 58 and 1/2 acres that their mother had inherited to their two maiden aunts.  

Events around Dorothy, thereafter, grew silent, which could be interpreted as staying out of trouble, but was followed by turbid times. We here nothing of her for six years, until it's printed that she was facing foreclosure.
Dorothy and her son were now facing homelessness. She couldn't make the loan payments the property that she had apparently mortgaged. The land was being sold in February of 1948.



The description of the lot was given as bordering the business properties of E. C. Miller, Sibley Manufacturing and the Right of Way of the Yadkin Railroad. It contained two and 45/100 acres, except for a small lot deeded to E.C. Miller.  What did the doughty and resourceful Dorothy do after that? She found herself a husband, of course, and said goodbye to Sibleytown.




In the 1950 census, Dorothy is 35, sporting the surname "Cole" and working in a Cotton Mill in Salisbury, NC as a Roving Hauler. Her son, David, now 18, is working at the Cotton Mill with her, his job description given  as "blows off". Dorothy's marital status is given as "Divorced". I can't say who Mr. Cole was, but the relationship was obviously as brief as the first two.

Interestingly, mother and son were not the only ones sharing the abode, although Dorothy was the Head of Household. They had a 34 year old plumber named Robert L. Althey boarding with them. Who was he, and what role did he play in their lives? We would find out soon.


In the meantime, a ray of sunshine must have enlightened Dorothy's life with pride when it was announced that her beloved only child, David, was joining the Marines.



The article also revealed that the family had been living in Kannapolis and working at Cannon Mills. Kannapolis is a town that straddles two counties, Cabarrus and Rowan. Dorothy and David must have lived on the Rowan side.

This sole fact betokened Davids bright future,  but shadowed the plight of his mother's lability. 

Just a year after casting off her only child to the Marines, Dorothy, now 37, was wounded in a knife fight with a man named Lewis Althey. Recall, her boarder in 1950 was a plumber named Robert Althey. Had Dorothy caused a fight between brothers? Was she romanticly involved with any of them?  Was alcohol involved?


The Altheys

In 1950, Dorothy had a boarder, a man her own age, named Robert A they, whose occupation was a plumber. Two years later, she was "knifed", which I take to mean stabbed or cut up, by a man named Lewis Athey, who also stabbed his brother, 'Richard'. 

Robert Lee Athey, born December 13, 1915, was an unassuming chap who grew up in Rowan County. He was the son of John Franklin Athey and Mary A. Yost Athey Crider. At 20, he married in Cabarrus County, one Mildred Keever, who seemed to be much like Dorothy, a very modern, independent woman. She was 18 at the time and the marriage didn't last long and did not result in any children. Roberts marital status in 1950 was divorced and Mildred was back with her parents. It seems most likely that he and Dorothy were more than friends,  as they were still in association two years later.

Robert wasn't one to make waves. He seemed more a peace keeper. He was one of six children: John, Mamie, Lewis, Mary, Carl, David and himself. There was no Richard. The newspapers seem to have gotten gotten Roberts name wrong.

Lewis, who was three years older than Robert, was a troubled man. He served in WWIII and came back damaged. His first marriage, to a Helen, lasted less than four years. His second marriage was fraught with abuse and violence. He made the papers several times for being drunk and disorderly. He broke a bottle over the head of his poor wife on one occasion, nearly killing her, and some time later, was arrested for assaulting her with his fists in front of the courthouse. 


It can be assumed Lewis was probably the aggressor in the knifing incident of Dorothy and Robert may have made moves to protect her. Dorothy's life was no less dramatic although she was closing in on 40.

Robert married again and moved to Baltimore, where he passed away at age 50.


A year later, Dorothy is mentioned in Albemarle, selling a lot of less than two acres, to the Stanly Lumber Company, in 1953, in conjunction with her son, David. She is named as Dorothy Randall Belcher, here, probably because that may have been her name when she acquired the property. She was living in Rowan, however, at this time. 


Not one to stay single, Dorothy married for the fourth time to Marvin Richard Morris on May 22, 1954, in Rowan County. 

Marvin, seven years her senior, was also born and raised in Stanly County. The oldest of the seven children of George Hiram and Dora Lee Henley Morris, he was a two year old living on the Old Salisbury Rd in Albemarle, in 1910, living on the Albemarle Road in Norwood in 1920. By 1930, he was married to his first wife, Annie Bell, and the young couple were living with, his mother and her new husband.

Interesting situation, Marvin's parents split up sometime in the early 1920's. His father, George Hiram Morris, lived until 1956 and his mother until 1968. She was not a widow. On April 24, 1926, Dora Henley Morris, Marvin's mother, married Ernest Nickdalton Haynes. She was not his first wife. He was also, we can assume, divorced, as his first wife was also living. In addition to her 8 Morris children, Dora, still in her 30's, would have one more child, with Ernest, Dovie Irene.

At some point between 1926 and 1930, Marvin would marry Annabelle Morris. She's with him, age 17,  in 1930, living with his mother, stepfather, and a mix of siblings and step siblings.

In 1940, the couple, now 32 and 27, were living in Landis. Marvins younger brother, Homer Eugene "Pete" Morris was living with them, as was his four oldest children. His wife Hazel is missing, but it was likely an error, as she's not found anywhere else, they had two more children together, and she's with him in 1950.


Marvin and Annabelle would both answer the call to service during WWII.
The distance between them grew greater with the miles between them.


Marvin apparently was unfaithful to Annabelle, and a divorce was decried in 1945. On February 9th, 1946, Marvin married Marie Katherine Chaney in Danville, Virginia. On June 16, 1947, his only child, a son named Terry, was born, in Rowan County, North Carolina. 

This relationship was also doomed. The 1950 census finds Marie and her two year old son, lodging with a family in Princess Anne, Virginia, in an apartment over a store. Still holding the Morris name, Marie's marital status is given as "Divorced", and she's working 48 hours a week as a waitress in a restaurant with an income of $200 a month. Her previous residence was given as Salisbury.

In contrast, Marvin was back in Rowan, working in textiles and living with his brother.




Marvin and Dorothy Randall were married on May 22, 1954 and Marvin died after a heart attack on August 2, 1956. Another brief marriage for both, his third, at minimum, her fourth.  There may have been another between Mr. Belcher and Mr. Cole, explaining why I've not been able to solve the mystery of who Mr. Cole was. Marvin was just 49 up on his departure into the great unknown. Dorothy was a true widow at 41. She would not remarry. 

The next notable event in her life was the loss of her whole brother, Ernest, in 1964.


Dorothy would live the remainder of her life in Rowan Count, parting ways with this old earth at the age of 69.


There were several stories of girls like her, and the men around them, that could have given Sibleytown, a small, industrial neighborhood in the very heart of modern Albemarle, NC, the bad reputation that cast shadows well into modern times. 


A 1977 article in the Stanly News and Press, told of several houses being moved from Sibleytown, out near Red Cross in the Western part of the county. The houses Dorothy lived in on Huckabee Street and Railroad Street, probably looked a lot like this one.

Her one child, born when she was a child, herself, outlived her by 9 years. She has no living descendants to carry on her memory. This is my memorial to the Belle of Sibleytown.