So many loose ends could be wrapped up with a day spent with my great-great grandmother Florence Hughes Chamberlain. She was a woman who lived a subsistence life, described as a hillbilly who lived in a dirt-floor shack by her eldest granddaughter, reminiscing about a family trip taken to the hills of south central Missouri when she was about 12 years old.
Florence was born in the mid-1870’s in a farm-based
community full of extended family on her father’s side but a fairly foreign
territory for her mother, recently arrived with her father from Virginia. Florence was likely her parents’ only child,
and when she was small her paternal grandmother lived in the household. It is unknown when her grandmother died.
Florence was rumored, even by her own son, to be an Indian
woman, although this has been shown almost certainly false by DNA results of
several descendants. The Trail of Tears
passed not far from her birthplace, but more than 30 years prior to her
birth. She was the daughter of a Union
veteran, while her maternal grandfather, returned to Virginia before she was a
teen, fought for the Confederacy. She
lived in an area peppered with sundown town, and a newspaper clipping featuring
her great-aunt by marriage, who lived nearby, having been “assaulted by a
negro” who was accused of stealing her market money. Certainly these
experiences had more than a passing impact on her son’s racist views.
About 20 years old when she married, the young Chamberlains
soon moved to Arkansas. As far as I can
tell, they sharecropped most of their working years, and their 3 oldest
children, all sons, were born in the first decade of their marriage, followed
by a daughter, Lillie. There may have been
another daughter, not recorded anywhere that I’ve found but remembered by
Florence upon seeing her son’s only blonde daughter, about age 6, during the
aforementioned visit. This family is missing from both the 1910 Census and the
1930 Census. Combined with the loss of
Census records in 1890, there are gaping holes in Florence’s life.
Things I’d like to discuss with my ancestor: What can you tell me about your parents? They
can’t both have disappeared into the ether, can they? Did you have a much younger sister named
Nancy, or was she YOUR illegitimate daughter raised by your parents. Was your husband or Harry Coleson your true
love, or both, or neither? Yes, Harry is
the biological father of your youngest son, the science is solid. Was he Lillie’s father, too?
When Florence and her husband were both near 50, their elder
son Herbert was in jail after an assault or fight (decades later, remembered as
a murder by his surviving brother - I’ve found no evidence of this). Herbert
and his cellmate got the bright idea to make a run for it, which according to
the newspaper was the evening before their scheduled release. The cellmate was
apprehended a very short while later, while Herbert was never seen or heard
from again. I’d love to know if his mother mourned him, or if her poor life
left her with little to think of but survival. She was a faithful religious
woman according to her obituary, so certainly she prayed for her missing son.
Florence and her husband lived for as time in Barry County,
Missouri (the only time they owned the land they lived on), prior to moving to
Tennessee where they lived with Lillie and her children. It was a full house. Did she get along with
her daughter? Lillie’s first daughter
was named for her grandmother and called “Flossie.”
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