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A little about my grandfather Albert Atkinson
A great man.
Albert was born on Aug. 28, 1894 in a little cabin near Jamestown Tennessee. His mother was Mary. A sweet angel if her son was a good judge. She was the illegitimate daughter of a 40 year old Civil War veteran and a 14 year old girl we know little about. Mary had a lasting influence on her son in the 14 years they had together before she died.
On the day of his mother's death, she called Albert to the bed and took his hand. She said "Albert, be a good boy." She said she would be going to Heaven and she would be waiting for him there. And she said "You be a good boy and live right". He said "There was a time I couldn't meet her." "But thank God, he let me live".
At the time of his mothers death, Albert's father slipped into a depression and sought comfort in a bottle. At 14 Albert had to gather his five younger brothers and sisters and find a way to keep them alive. Despite his best efforts only two lived to see their adult lives.
One brother died when he was only five from the abuse of someone who had taken them in. Albert's brother Sam died when they lived at the "Johnson place." These were cruel people. At one point they through little Sam out the door of the house and in doing so broke his hip. Sam died from these injuries.
Albert's uncle made the coffin.
Artie, one of Albert's sisters died of an unknown disease at a very young age.
A short time after the death of Sam, Cliva hit her head on the fireplace hearthstone in the home she was staying at. This injury caused her to go blind. The family sent her to a school for the blind in Nashville, Tennessee. After staying there for awhile, she was sent home to visit. She stayed a few days and all seemed well. However the day that she had left for school, the family was told she was dead and had been buried. No one in the family ever learned what had happened to Cliva.
Albert was called to serve his country in the Great War. He served with honor, receiving several commendations for bravery. He was crouching in a foxhole with his best friend. They were in some country.... France, Belgium, Germany....it didn't matter. Everything in Albert's heart made him long to be back in his beloved Tennessee. His friend had just said to him that all he wanted to do was to be back with his family. Just then a shell came in. When Albert looked up, his friend's head was gone.
Somehow in all this tragedy Albert found a way to find peace. He never had a harsh word for anyone. He lived a very Godly life. He was gentile without equal.
I would sit on the floor at his feet as he told me about our ancestors. He knew how important it was to understand where we had come from. He passed those stories to me. I treasure them.
I love so much grandpa.
I miss you so much.
Your grandson Casey.
A little about my grandfather Albert Atkinson
A great man.
Albert was born on Aug. 28, 1894 in a little cabin near Jamestown Tennessee. His mother was Mary. A sweet angel if her son was a good judge. She was the illegitimate daughter of a 40 year old Civil War veteran and a 14 year old girl we know little about. Mary had a lasting influence on her son in the 14 years they had together before she died.
On the day of his mother's death, she called Albert to the bed and took his hand. She said "Albert, be a good boy." She said she would be going to Heaven and she would be waiting for him there. And she said "You be a good boy and live right". He said "There was a time I couldn't meet her." "But thank God, he let me live".
At the time of his mothers death, Albert's father slipped into a depression and sought comfort in a bottle. At 14 Albert had to gather his five younger brothers and sisters and find a way to keep them alive. Despite his best efforts only two lived to see their adult lives.
One brother died when he was only five from the abuse of someone who had taken them in. Albert's brother Sam died when they lived at the "Johnson place." These were cruel people. At one point they through little Sam out the door of the house and in doing so broke his hip. Sam died from these injuries.
Albert's uncle made the coffin.
Artie, one of Albert's sisters died of an unknown disease at a very young age.
A short time after the death of Sam, Cliva hit her head on the fireplace hearthstone in the home she was staying at. This injury caused her to go blind. The family sent her to a school for the blind in Nashville, Tennessee. After staying there for awhile, she was sent home to visit. She stayed a few days and all seemed well. However the day that she had left for school, the family was told she was dead and had been buried. No one in the family ever learned what had happened to Cliva.
Albert was called to serve his country in the Great War. He served with honor, receiving several commendations for bravery. He was crouching in a foxhole with his best friend. They were in some country.... France, Belgium, Germany....it didn't matter. Everything in Albert's heart made him long to be back in his beloved Tennessee. His friend had just said to him that all he wanted to do was to be back with his family. Just then a shell came in. When Albert looked up, his friend's head was gone.
Somehow in all this tragedy Albert found a way to find peace. He never had a harsh word for anyone. He lived a very Godly life. He was gentile without equal.
I would sit on the floor at his feet as he told me about our ancestors. He knew how important it was to understand where we had come from. He passed those stories to me. I treasure them.
I love so much grandpa.
I miss you so much.
Your grandson Casey.
http://trees.ancestry.com/tree/3871065/person/-1678363014
A little about my grandfather Albert Atkinson
A great man.
Albert was born on Aug. 28, 1894 in a little cabin near Jamestown Tennessee. His mother was Mary. A sweet angel if her son was a good judge. She was the illegitimate daughter of a 40 year old Civil War veteran and a 14 year old girl we know little about. Mary had a lasting influence on her son in the 14 years they had together before she died.
On the day of his mother's death, she called Albert to the bed and took his hand. She said "Albert, be a good boy." She said she would be going to Heaven and she would be waiting for him there. And she said "You be a good boy and live right". He said "There was a time I couldn't meet her." "But thank God, he let me live".
At the time of his mothers death, Albert's father slipped into a depression and sought comfort in a bottle. At 14 Albert had to gather his five younger brothers and sisters and find a way to keep them alive. Despite his best efforts only two lived to see their adult lives.
One brother died when he was only five from the abuse of someone who had taken them in. Albert's brother Sam died when they lived at the "Johnson place." These were cruel people. At one point they through little Sam out the door of the house and in doing so broke his hip. Sam died from these injuries.
Albert's uncle made the coffin.
Artie, one of Albert's sisters died of an unknown disease at a very young age.
A short time after the death of Sam, Cliva hit her head on the fireplace hearthstone in the home she was staying at. This injury caused her to go blind. The family sent her to a school for the blind in Nashville, Tennessee. After staying there for awhile, she was sent home to visit. She stayed a few days and all seemed well. However the day that she had left for school, the family was told she was dead and had been buried. No one in the family ever learned what had happened to Cliva.
Albert was called to serve his country in the Great War. He served with honor, receiving several commendations for bravery. He was crouching in a foxhole with his best friend. They were in some country.... France, Belgium, Germany....it didn't matter. Everything in Albert's heart made him long to be back in his beloved Tennessee. His friend had just said to him that all he wanted to do was to be back with his family. Just then a shell came in. When Albert looked up, his friend's head was gone.
Somehow in all this tragedy Albert found a way to find peace. He never had a harsh word for anyone. He lived a very Godly life. He was gentile without equal.
I would sit on the floor at his feet as he told me about our ancestors. He knew how important it was to understand where we had come from. He passed those stories to me. I treasure them.
I love so much grandpa.
I miss you so much.
Your grandson Casey.
A little about my grandfather Albert Atkinson
A great man.
Albert was born on Aug. 28, 1894 in a little cabin near Jamestown Tennessee. His mother was Mary. A sweet angel if her son was a good judge. She was the illegitimate daughter of a 40 year old Civil War veteran and a 14 year old girl we know little about. Mary had a lasting influence on her son in the 14 years they had together before she died.
On the day of his mother's death, she called Albert to the bed and took his hand. She said "Albert, be a good boy." She said she would be going to Heaven and she would be waiting for him there. And she said "You be a good boy and live right". He said "There was a time I couldn't meet her." "But thank God, he let me live".
At the time of his mothers death, Albert's father slipped into a depression and sought comfort in a bottle. At 14 Albert had to gather his five younger brothers and sisters and find a way to keep them alive. Despite his best efforts only two lived to see their adult lives.
One brother died when he was only five from the abuse of someone who had taken them in. Albert's brother Sam died when they lived at the "Johnson place." These were cruel people. At one point they through little Sam out the door of the house and in doing so broke his hip. Sam died from these injuries.
Albert's uncle made the coffin.
Artie, one of Albert's sisters died of an unknown disease at a very young age.
A short time after the death of Sam, Cliva hit her head on the fireplace hearthstone in the home she was staying at. This injury caused her to go blind. The family sent her to a school for the blind in Nashville, Tennessee. After staying there for awhile, she was sent home to visit. She stayed a few days and all seemed well. However the day that she had left for school, the family was told she was dead and had been buried. No one in the family ever learned what had happened to Cliva.
Albert was called to serve his country in the Great War. He served with honor, receiving several commendations for bravery. He was crouching in a foxhole with his best friend. They were in some country.... France, Belgium, Germany....it didn't matter. Everything in Albert's heart made him long to be back in his beloved Tennessee. His friend had just said to him that all he wanted to do was to be back with his family. Just then a shell came in. When Albert looked up, his friend's head was gone.
Somehow in all this tragedy Albert found a way to find peace. He never had a harsh word for anyone. He lived a very Godly life. He was gentile without equal.
I would sit on the floor at his feet as he told me about our ancestors. He knew how important it was to understand where we had come from. He passed those stories to me. I treasure them.
I love so much grandpa.
I miss you so much.
Your grandson Casey.
