Gladys Artesia Fell Brewer

                                                  My brother Junior, me, and Gladys made in 1944

My daughter Jan and Gladys  in 1966

Last picture of Gladys before her death.

Today has been a rainy, dreary January day but most of all to me it has been a sad day. Today is my sister's birthday. I have been thinking of her all day. She was born eighty seven years ago but died in 1968 when she was forty-four years old. She was seventeen years older than me and more like a mother than a sister. She was the oldest and I was the youngest.  She was an abused wife and after twenty years of a bad life had divorced, had a good job and was living a good, comfortable life.  She found out she had colon cancer and back in the sixties there were no treatments like they have today.  She worked for a year after she was diagnosed and took all the experiential drugs she could, just to try to help someone else. 
I was pregnant with my second daughter when she died and she managed to get to the store to buy little blue outfit for "him" to wear home. She was just sure it was a boy.  When Michelle was born a month later, she wore that blue outfit home from the hospital! She was one of these people who was beautiful inside and outside.  I don't think anyone could ever say anything bad about her.
I still miss her today as much as I did then and I think of her often.  In 1966 and 1967 we lived in the same town with her and I was able to see her everyday.  I will always treasure those memories of her.
GLADYS ARTESIA FELL BREWER    January 24, 1924   October 9, 1968

HENRY JACKSON FELL Born: 2-9-1881, Arab, Cullman Cty, AL D: 4-8-1981, Iuka, Tishomingo Cty, MS

Grandpa Fell at his 100th BD party!

My grandfather, Henry J. Fell, was born in Cullman Cty, Alabama on February 9, 1881, the son of Marcus and Martha Fell. He was still living with his parents on the 1900 census, in Franklin Cty, Alabama. He and my grandmother, Annie Rebecca Jane Kidd, were married in Lawrence Cty, Alabama on December 7, 1900.My father, their oldest son Elgen, was born in Lawrence Cty in 1903. I could not find them anywhere on the census records in 1910. I knew my father had attended school in Hatton, Alabama in 1912, but I searched and searched and could not find them anywhere in Alabama or Mississippi. Finally I just put his name in to search the entire country and there they were, in Montgomery Cty, Arkansas. I would never have thought to look for them there since I had never heard anyone talk about any moves they had made. I often wondered why they had moved there and then moved back. My Dad had died in 1973, and my grandfather in 1981, both long before I had started my genealogy search.
My grandfather had spent his last years living with my aunt and uncle.  I asked my cousin if he had ever heard the story and he remembered Grandpa talking about the trip. Some of their relatives had moved to Arkansas and sent back glowing reports of how wonderful it was. They decided, along with my grandmother's parents and siblings, that they would move.  They rented three boxcars in Sheffield, Alabama and left for the trip to Ft. Smith, Arkansas. They loaded all their belongings and livestock and left to go west.  When they got to Memphis, Tennessee they had a three day layover before they could cross the Mississippi River. They had to unload all their livestock to feed them and then reload for their trip.  When they arrived in Ft. Smith they had to travel by wagon fifty miles southwest to Montgomery Cty where they were going to settle.  Grandpa said the land was so bad that they spent the first year picking up rocks from the land just to build a fence. Apparently it was not what they thought or maybe they were just homesick but sometime between the date of the census in April 1910 and when my aunt was born in Alabama in December 1910, they made the long trip back to Alabama.
My grandfather never drove a car and always either sharecropped or logged.  They moved to Tishomingo County, Mississippi in 1922 settling on the Hubbard Homeplace in the Pleasant Hill Community.   That is where my Dad met and married my Mother. 
My grandfather and grandmother were members of the Church of Christ. My grandfather was a charter member of the Hopewell Church of Christ in Colbert County, Alabama where my grandmother's parents were buried.  When my grandmother died in 1956 she wanted to be taken back there for burial.  This is the information I found in a piece about the Hopewell Church and Community***************************information from Hopewell Community and Church information---Henry Fell is the oldest person buried in the Hopewell Cemetery. He died April, 1981 at 100 years of age. He was one of the first settlers in the community and lived here for a number of years.He and his family moved away but when his wife, Janie Fell, died in 1956 she was buried in the Hopewell Cemetery. Mr. Fell requested to be buried beside her.
My grandfather lived 100 years and 2 months. When he was born the only transportation was trains and wagons. He lived to see cars, planes and even space ships.  He was never convinced that man actually walked on the moon. He would argue with everyone that it was filmed by TV and movie people in a desert. We could never convince him otherwise.
He must have had such an interesting life.  I only wish that I had cared enough at the time to listen and to ask questions. It is amazing to think how just the least little thing in his life or my parent's life could have influenced my life and my descendants life.
RIP   Grandpa Fell