3618. Amanda Catherine Jackson-10910
According to Jody Dillard:
Met with foul play in or about Galeveston about 1885.
6542. Annie Ree Scott-11066
According to Jody Dillard, Annie died in infancy.
6543. Bell Scott-11067
According to Jody Dillard, Bell died in infancy.
3619. John Wesley Jackson Jr.-11004
According to Jody Dillard:
From Janice Cierley-White
John W. Jackson III moved from Falls County before 1875. He lived in a large home in the Temple area in Bell County. The home was a two-story stagecoach stop. It had slave quarters in the back. He moved to the San Joaquin Valley in Fresno County, California. He was an orchardist and and a vineyardist. Trees that [he planted] along the railroad tracks between Fowler and Fresno are still standing today.
He was killed when hit by a train after angrily leaving his house after having an argument with his wife.
3620. Jeremiah Clements Jackson-11005
According to Jody Dillard:
The two children listed are step-children.
'Family History Report'
Jeremiah Clements Jackson
by Jody DillardOne of the more colorful characters in the Dillard family was Jeremiah Clements Jackson (called Jerry), brother to Manerva Jane. He was born Aug 13, 1849 in Tallapoosa County, Alabama and died Nov 22, 1930 in Fresno, California. He was the son of John Wesley Jackson, and wife Lydia Berry (Clements) Jackson. After moving from Alabama to Arkansas, and then into Texas the family settled in Blue Ridge in Falls County. He married twice but both wives met very early deaths. He had no children. His mother died in Arkansas and his father died of the measles in Falls County and was buried next to Thomas Milton Dillard in the Methodist Cemetery in Stranger, TX. Of the twelve children only Manerva Jane out lived him.
Jerry Jackson was an editor and writer for numerous newspapers in Texas, and also for the Fowler Ensign in Fowler, California --although he did not have one full day of education. On his first day of school, he “did not like his teacher, so he did not return.” His wit and wisdom can be found in "The Reminisences of the Old Days" by Jeremiah Clements Jackson. The following excerpt is from that original writing with no corrections of words, spelling, or punctuation.
(In a letter to his nephew John Luther Harlan, he wrote:)
“There is no one in all this broad land over which our uncle Samuel presides, that has a keener regret for the passing of the “old days’ than I do, I don’t care what station in life he has occupied or is occupying.
Born in poverty subjected to all the ills, privations and had work which surely comes to those surrounded by such unpleasant invironments, besides reeping more than my share of troubles all along the way. And, although, my younger days were overcast by the shadows of deepest sorrow, I would not, were it possible, exchange my time in the long time ago for all the inovations and fast life so abundantly afforded the generation of today. No, I would not.
Times were slow, it is true, but freedom was then unfettered by the foolish and pernicious legislation under which we live to-day.
But, do not for one moment think that I would stay the onward march of progress. Progress is as inevitable as death itself. I would not have those who live to-day stay in the same old ruts we walked in that long ago. That was my time. It is passed.
So let the procession move on and let the Band play. The music is for those of the present and not for an old back number, such as I be.
On the 23rd of October, 50 years ago I landed at your father’s house, where you live today, and what a happy day it was to me, for it was then that I met so many of my dear kindred I had not seen in a long time, most of whom are now in that quiet sleep land, way out there.
Dear old Blue Ridge; it matters not where I go, when memory reverts back to my earliest years in that favored land. A flash of light and joy comes through the gloom of my desolation and sorrow that eminates from no other place, I ever lived. It was there I spent the noontide of my life, and when in my day-dreams of the long ago, I walk the banks of some pearly spring branch that comes singing through the hills of old “Alabami" with brother John, or he and I are crawling through the jungles of malaria invested Arkansas in quest of the festive muscadine and pap or, perhaps, in the early sixties where we first learned to cling to the upper deck of an obstropulous Texas cow-pony in Eastern Texas, when I come to my early days on Blue Ridge in the brightest spot on the map of my recollection of all the dead past.
It was on that memorable day that I first met my, then, newest nephew, John Luther Harlan, though he was past 2 years of age. A little white haired toddling tot, with blue eyes, who looked on in bewilderment at the joyous demonstrations of us all at our meeting. He couldn’t save why such a matinee was being pulled off over such a looking insect as I was. That was a happy day to me never to be forgotten.
Those were the good years. We traveled slow. Most of us were honest. Those who were not, we hung.
Yes; I love dear old Blue Ridge; it is there that the sacred dust of more of my kindred sleep their last long sleep than in any other part of this broad land from California to South Carolina.
There lies my honest old father and sisters and nieces dear to me, but there’s another who was all this world to me. Where the shadows of the knarled old oaks creep accross at morn and at eve, sleeps one, and though no slab or shaft, imblazoned by line or verse, marks the little mound beneath where she sleeps. I ever carry a monument in my heart engraved deeper far than was ever cut by sculptors chisel. Cut down in the very flower of life, and left me in desolation. I wondered in many parts for 10 long years till I found another good and true, and she too was taken from me.
In the days of which I write, in going down the main Ridge from your place south there was but one place, that of Albert Thomas, till you got to Dick Beals on the extreme end of the Ridge. Dave Frazier had a place, overlooking Fish Creek Valley. Curlee, Doc Rogers and the Crouches.
Where Bremond is, was then known as West Prairie, and where Kosse is, was then unnamed, just a prairie, after leaving Alto Springs. Yes; makes me think of it, speaking of Bremond. Long before Bremond, the Junction City was thought of, was a little fellow by the name of Wooten, a regular postoaker we used to call ‘em, had a little place in the ‘sticks,’ on the freight road to the ‘head’ of the railroad. He eked out an existence by selling eggs and foder to the freighters passing that way. Well, he worried along for a number of years in this precarious existence, till, I think, if memory serves me right, by the middle seventies, that this Wooten struck his bonanza.”
.........Although Jeremiah Clements Jackson left no descendants to carry on his name, he left a rich heritage and a lot of insight into the times of which he wrote.
After reading this article, which also recounts a story of how Jerry and his friends trying to return home on their ‘broncos’ up Fish Creek and through the cedarbreaks after attending to some business and then stopping off for some refreshments and festivities over at Hog Island, I can just see old Jerry Jackson cutting a wild and woolly pathway through this new land of Texas. I am proud that my grandfather carried his name and feel a need to continue the legacy of reporting on just what a special and wonderful time it is to be living while never forgetting ‘the Old Days.”
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Jerry sites his birth in Alabama, near Town Creek, August 13, 1849, in an old fashioned log home. He was the son of John W. and Lydia Jackson.Young Jerry lived here in Tallapoosa Co. for seven years with his parents. When asked how the family made a living, Jerry said, "We hunted and fished and had chills and fever the rest of the time."
The Jackson's moved to Texas in 1863, landing in Hopkins County Christmas week. Jerry was apprenticed as a printer for three years in Paris, Texas. After learning his trade he worked on the following papers: Paris Press, Commerical Jimplicate, Texas Press of Pleasant, Marlin Mercury of Falls Co, Moving Ball at Waco, The Register, Patrons of Husbandry, Austin Gazette, San Antonio Herald, and the Houston Journal.
Mr. Jackson was in the printers business twenty seven years. In the year of 1876, October 18, he was married to Ida Harlan. In disposition, Mr. Jackson gave her very high tribute of praise ,when he said, "that during their two years of marriage she never gave me a cross word." His wife's death was caused indirectly from being thrown from the seat of a wagon in which she was riding. Her husband begged her not to get in and ride as the mules had been tring to run away and it was only 1/2 mile away to home, but she just laughed and climbed in. When they got home he told her to sit still until he had the mules unhitched, which she did. Just before the last trace was undone, a man that owed Mrs. Jackson some money for teaching school, stepped up and spoke, which frightened the mules causing them to bolt, throwing Mrs. Jackson down and injuring her. She was soon to become a mother, so did not live long afterwards. She died 1879, deeply mourned by her young husband, relatives and a host of friends.In 1887 Mr. Jackson again married, this time a widow with two children, Lucenda Claton McKinnon. The girl Alice was 13 years old and the boy Sydeny was younger.
Mr. Jackson worked on the railroad 2 years in Mexico as a stakeholder, carrier and sniper, during 1881 and 1882. In 1891 he came to Fresno Co. Calif, and worked for Mr. D Barnwell in West Park which is about 5 miles west of Fresno. He again went to Texas and returned with his family in 1892, landing in West Park renting the Crelman place. Then his next move was to Fowler Calif. 1894, where he purchased an unimproved 20 acres, which he planted to apricots, peaches, nectarines and sultanos. One year his place produced 19 tons of dried peaches and his income was $3,400.
He was again left a widower, March 22, 1915, but still lives on this farm with his cats of which he is very fond and usually has a great number of them.(Written by Alice Jackson Curtis October 2, 1925)
Obituary:
AGED RESIDENT OF FOWLER ENDS LIFE WITH POISON:
Fear of Becoming Blind Prompts J. C. Jackson to Commit Suicide.FOWLER (Fresno Co., CA) Nov. 22,(1930) ....Despondent because of age and ill health, J. C. Jackson, 81, of Fowler, ended his life early today by taking poison. The body was discovered by Mrs. Varnell, with whom he lived at Washington and Clovis Avenue.
Deputy Coroner Lee Hamlin, who investigated, learned that he had taken the lethal drug in a teaspoon and washed it down with water. A large bottle of the drug was found near his body.
Jackson, who had resided here for thirty-six years, feared he was becoming blind and would become a burden.
Surviving relatives are two stepchildren, Mrs. Alice Wiggins and Sidney McKinnon of Ventura. His wife is dead.
An inquest was to be conducted late today. No arrangements have been made by Clements and Riker for the funeral.
(Source: Janice White Cierley.. Fresno, Calif. 1999)
According to Jody Dillard:
Ida Eliza Harlan Jackson
In disposition, Mr. Jackson gave her very high tribute of praise, when he said,"that during their two years of marriage she never gave me a cross word." His wife's death was caused indirectly from being thrown from the seat of a wagon in which she was riding. Her husband begged her not to get in and ride, as the mules had been tring to run away and it was only 1/2 mile away to home, but she just laughed and climbed in. When they got home he told her to sit still until he had the mules unhitched, which she did. Just before the last trace was undone, a man that owed Mrs. Jackson some money for teaching school, stepped up and spoke, which frightened the mules causing them to bolt, throwing Mrs. Jackson down and injuring her. She was soon to become a mother,so did not live long afterwards. She died 1879, deeply mourned by her young husband, relatives and a host of friends.
Written by Alice Jackson Curtis October 2,1925
3622. Lydia Ann Clementine Jackson-11006
Lydia was a Baptist.
Albert John Pickney Johnson-10920
According to Jody Dillard:
Albert John Pickney (sic "Pinckney") Johnson was the eldest son of Leroy and Lousia Eliza (Arnold) Johnson of South Carolina. He moved with his parents to Alabama and then to Arkansas, and finally settled in Blue Ridge, Falls County, Texas in 1872.
On August 1, 1875, Albert was married to Lydia Ann Clementine Jackson. She was the daughter of John Wesley Jackson and his wife, Lydia Berry (Clements) Jackson of Gwinnet County, Georgia.
Albert was a handsome, brown-eyed, black haired man of a height of six feet, while Clementine was a petite miss. They had two children: Clarac Alma Johnson who married George Woodland and an infant son, Albert Carl Johnson who died a month after his birth.
Albert lived only four years after purchasing one quarter league of land at Hog Island, and Clementine retained about 800 acres, part of which is still owned by her great granddaughter, Mrs. Lavonne (Pratt) Rogers. After Albert's death, Clementine took her eight-year-old daughter to California for two years, to Seattle for one year, for visits with the Jackson relatives. After their return to Falls County, Clarac Alma was educated in Temple, Texas for three years. She married on January 2, 1895, one week after her sixteenth birthday to George Woodland who was soon to be 28 years old.
According to Jody Dillard:
Obituary for Mrs. Nancy Caroline Jackson in the Fresno Bee, April 22, 1928
Jackson -- In Fresno, April 21st, 1928. Mrs. Nancy Caroline Jackson, aged 65 years; native of Alabama; beloved mother of E. S. Jackson of Fresno, H. I. Jackson of Kerman, J. J. Jackson of Sanger, Mrs. Alice Curtis of Selma, Mrs. Maggie Curtis of Clovis, and Mrs. Pearl Imperatrice of Fresno, loving sister of R. L. and J. R. Cobb of Ragen, Texas, and Mrs. Augusta Carey of Temple, Texas; grandmother of eighteen and great-grandmother of one. Funeral Arrangements will be announced later by J. N. Lisle, Inc.
6556. Charles Walter Jackson-10938
According to Jody Dillard:
Charles belonged to the Knights of Pythias and the Woodmen of the World.
6559. Pearl Lucile Jackson-10941
According to Jody Dillard:
They had no children
Obituary:
IMPERATRICE -- In Fresno. November 9th, 1933. Pearl Lucile Imperatrice, beloved wife of Dominic Imperatrice, Jr.; loving sister of Mrs. Alice Curtis of Selma, Mrs. Maggie Curtis of Clovis, E. S. Jackson of Kutner Colony, J. J. Jackson of Sanger, and Hugh Jackson of Kerman: a native of Fresno County, California, aged 31 years, 10 months, 3 days. Friends are invited to attend the funeral service Monday morning at 10 o'clock fromthe chapel of Stephens and Bean Morticians. 1405 Broadway. Interment in Mountain View Cemetery.
Dominic Imperatrice, Jr.-10947
Obituary for Dominic Imperatrice Jr., in the Fresno Bee, Tuesday, June 14, 1988
DOMINIC IMPERATRICE JR., Retired Fresno Area Farmer:
CLOVIS---Services for Dominic Imperatrice Jr., a member of a Fresno pioneer family and retired farmer, will be held at 1 p.m. Wednesday at Stephens and Bean Funeral Chapel in Fresno.
Mr. Imperatrice died Sunday. He was a native of Fresno and had resided in Clovis since 1959.
Mr. Imperatrice's father, Dominic Imperatrice Sr., who had been a Fresno resident since 1885, was among one of the first Italian immigrant families to settle in Fresno.
Mr. Imperatrice farmed extensively throughout Fresno, Madera and Kings Counties. He ran fruit orchards and vineyards and raised cotton and grain.
He was a member of the Fresno Elks Lodge No. 439 for 12 years and a member of the Fresno County Farm Bureau.
Surviving is his wife Maude.
Visitation will be from 8 to 10 a.m. Wednesday at Stephens and Bean Chapel.
3627. Jane Myers-11168
Mary H. Russell lists the date of marriage as 20 May 1844. This would make her 12 years old. This brings into question her date of birth.