January 31, 2011
The Seventh Day Babtists may have claimed heroes like Pardon Davis, but apparently not everyone was convinced that this particular faith offered the road to salvation –though they did offer this gem,
“If the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into a ditch”
But I digress…
It appears the church had defectors…
Oct. 22, 1751, we, the subscribers, have been to discourse with Joseph Tanner and his wife, relating to their conduct in not attending the meetings, according to their profession, and also other evil reports which we had heard of their ill conduct. The answer that Joseph Tanner gave us was, that he was joined to the church by the Spirit of God, and after that, the Lord took him away from the church again, and showed him that the church was the church of antichrist; and he declared that he bore a testimony by the Holy Ghost against them, and desired no farther admonition from them ; he also declared that he was re-baptized and joined to another church… [emphasis is all mine]
I wish we knew if Tanner and his wife made it to heaven in spite of their defection…
January 30, 2011
- Brizard Store and Post Office, Weichpec
Definitely worth clicking on repeatedly to enlarge…
This store used to exist less than a 1/4 mile west of the Weichpec Bridge towards Martin’s Ferry. It is just an empty lot now…
On the opposite side of the road is an old cemetery where some of my husband’s ancestors are buried.
It is rather sad and beautiful place [see previous post].
January 28, 2011
Plantation Slaves: Son of the South website
Continued from previous post
Note: I know this is a lot of information, but I chose not to edit so the readers can get a feel for the language, emotion, etc. that surrounded these events (that and I haven’t a lot of time to edit…).
In a letter to his former congregation, Pardon Davis expressed fear that the church wouldn’t support his decision to help the runaway slaves,
“If [you] could go on the plantation near where I lived, and at night, when the cotton was weighed, out of two hundred, not less than twelve are whipped every night—O! could you hear the shrieks, cries, groans, prayers — yes, if you could see the victim on his knees praying with all the earnestness a man is capable of, to that brutal overseer, and promising to strain every nerve on the morrow to pick more cotton – it is enough to melt the heart of any one. Who can look on such scenes as these, and not be moved? Brethren, i cannot. And now what more can I say? Have I done wrong? Have I done more than any man ought to do? Dear brethren, I leave you to judge. and I am willing to be governed by your decision. I wait with the greatest anxiety to hear from you, to know whether I shall receive your sympathies and prayers, or whether I have done wrong, and am considered a heathen. If the former, I can bear my affliction with fortitude; but if the latter, I feel my life hangs by a slender thread that my days are numbered. In the mean time, brethren pray for me. Sisters, remember me in your prayers.
but he shouldn’t have…
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January 17, 2011
I recently discovered that my ancestors were early members of the Seventh-day Baptist Church, which was organized in the New World in 1671.
Perhaps later I’ll post more about the church, but today, in honor of Martin Luther King Day, I’ll share a story about church member Pardon Davis. Pardon’s story can be found in its entirety here.
I was talking with someone recently about adversity and they responded by saying
“Courage, fortitude and perseverance are the rule… [Despite criticism] You have the privilege of carrying on.”
Martin Luther King approached adversity this way. And so did Pardon Davis.
In 1854, Pardon was jailed in Louisiana for helping fugitive slaves. In September he wrote a letter to his former church in Berlin, Wisconsin outlining the circumstances of his arrest.
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January 14, 2011
Rio Dell, c. 1912
I grew up in Rio Dell. Our house was near the Eel and I grew up with a great view of the river and bluffs. The town always had a bad reputation, but I often thought it was the prettiest place around.
January 11, 2011
Evo Fanucchi at Roy's-tending bar on Fridays
A few months ago I mentioned that I’d had a chance to talk with Roy and Catherine Fanucchi, owners of Roy’s Club in Old Town, Eureka.
I wrote an article based on some of the stories the Fanucchis shared about the history of the place and today I’m happy to say that you can find it in the Times Standard Boomer Section.
One of the stories I couldn’t fit in the article goes as follows.
During prohibition, Evo’s father Angelo would sometimes go to Napa for whiskey. He would fill the car with 5 gallon tins and cover them with a mattress. Angelo would then take little Evo and his sister Ida-and have them lie on the mattress. If they were ever stopped by officers, Angelo instructed, Evo and Ida were sleeping. Evo remembers being stopped one time and hearing his father say, “No officer, I don’t have any alcohol , but please keep your voice down as my children are sleeping in the back of the car…” The officer sent them on their way.
January 10, 2011
A recent comment/request for information by Ric, a blog visitor in Washington, has prompted me to look through old records.
The following entry in Norton’s book listing indentured Native Americans struck me as particularly poignant.
In October of 1860, Leon Chevret (whose name graces a road in Blue Lake) registered an indenture for George, who was eight years old at the time, and “Bought 18 months previously by L.C. from C. Clarke of Mattole for $30”
To be fair, George may have been an orphan. And Chevret may very well have indentured George to keep him from being exiled to the Klamath reservation (see post one, two , & three for more on the topic)
But Indenture was no perfect answer.
And no matter how you look at it, a human being in Humboldt County was purchased for $30.