Daniel Marion Lee was born to a successful Southern family. His father was a planter with a number of plantations spreading across the Tombigbee River into Mississippi. But his main holding was in Pickens County where he was twice elected to represent his region as a state senator. So Daniel grew up midst cotton plantations, slave holdings and all of the excitement and action that took place along the Tombigbee River-where his original home had been.
When the south fell in 1865, so did the fortunes of many families-including his own. Though his father managed to continue forth with a minimal of problems, young Daniel seemingly faced far greater odds. He would end up moving to Kansas-near Olathe-where land was newly made available/plentiful, but also where hard work was essential and old values died hard. He lasted there for maybe 5 years or so when he traded with someone getting him back into Missouri-where he found more sympathy for his die-hard opinions! By 1880, he had established himself as a pharmacist (offering alcohol, various "snake oil" type concoctions and bleeding treatments/also using leeches for sealing wounds) in a small shop that stood into the late 1950's near the main intersection of once thriving Virgil City (Missouri). Across the street (east side) was the Baptist Church) and at SW intersection was the Blacksmith's shop. His youngest son, Charles would be born in this little village and his son, Dan Jr. would meet and marry his wife in this town!
Ultimately, Dan would move his family to Joplin where he would spend quite a few years in a relatively large city (for the times). But in 1898, his wife of 39 years, Lucy [Howard] & he would travel down to Conroe, Texas to visit their son, Robert, who was working in one of the timber camps. She got sick and died while there. She was buried in the Conroe City Cemetery before he returned to Joplin.
Dan lasted a few more years in Joplin as times continued to change and new generations forgot about the Civil War and all it's nasty scars. But Dan had not forgotten. So, in 1902, he told his family and neighbors he "refused to die and be buried midst a group of damned Yankees", loaded up his buggy and he headed back to his old home in Pickens County, Alabama. His trip apparently went smoothly and his arrival was a bit of a surprise to his remaining brothers and sisters. A party was held for him at the home of his sister, Mary [Lee] McClung. It was a tearful, if not well-supplied gathering!
I am not positive if it was from that party or a few days later, but someone had put dye in his whiskey and he died the next day from poisoning! I feel certain he was buried by his father, John Jackson Lee in the Upper Pickensville Cemetery-but with no marker or gravestone. Perhaps a wooden cross might have been placed and later rotted away?
When the south fell in 1865, so did the fortunes of many families-including his own. Though his father managed to continue forth with a minimal of problems, young Daniel seemingly faced far greater odds. He would end up moving to Kansas-near Olathe-where land was newly made available/plentiful, but also where hard work was essential and old values died hard. He lasted there for maybe 5 years or so when he traded with someone getting him back into Missouri-where he found more sympathy for his die-hard opinions! By 1880, he had established himself as a pharmacist (offering alcohol, various "snake oil" type concoctions and bleeding treatments/also using leeches for sealing wounds) in a small shop that stood into the late 1950's near the main intersection of once thriving Virgil City (Missouri). Across the street (east side) was the Baptist Church) and at SW intersection was the Blacksmith's shop. His youngest son, Charles would be born in this little village and his son, Dan Jr. would meet and marry his wife in this town!
Ultimately, Dan would move his family to Joplin where he would spend quite a few years in a relatively large city (for the times). But in 1898, his wife of 39 years, Lucy [Howard] & he would travel down to Conroe, Texas to visit their son, Robert, who was working in one of the timber camps. She got sick and died while there. She was buried in the Conroe City Cemetery before he returned to Joplin.
Dan lasted a few more years in Joplin as times continued to change and new generations forgot about the Civil War and all it's nasty scars. But Dan had not forgotten. So, in 1902, he told his family and neighbors he "refused to die and be buried midst a group of damned Yankees", loaded up his buggy and he headed back to his old home in Pickens County, Alabama. His trip apparently went smoothly and his arrival was a bit of a surprise to his remaining brothers and sisters. A party was held for him at the home of his sister, Mary [Lee] McClung. It was a tearful, if not well-supplied gathering!
I am not positive if it was from that party or a few days later, but someone had put dye in his whiskey and he died the next day from poisoning! I feel certain he was buried by his father, John Jackson Lee in the Upper Pickensville Cemetery-but with no marker or gravestone. Perhaps a wooden cross might have been placed and later rotted away?
Daniel Marion Lee was born to a successful Southern family. His father was a planter with a number of plantations spreading across the Tombigbee River into Mississippi. But his main holding was in Pickens County where he was twice elected to represent his region as a state senator. So Daniel grew up midst cotton plantations, slave holdings and all of the excitement and action that took place along the Tombigbee River-where his original home had been.
When the south fell in 1865, so did the fortunes of many families-including his own. Though his father managed to continue forth with a minimal of problems, young Daniel seemingly faced far greater odds. He would end up moving to Kansas-near Olathe-where land was newly made available/plentiful, but also where hard work was essential and old values died hard. He lasted there for maybe 5 years or so when he traded with someone getting him back into Missouri-where he found more sympathy for his die-hard opinions! By 1880, he had established himself as a pharmacist (offering alcohol, various "snake oil" type concoctions and bleeding treatments/also using leeches for sealing wounds) in a small shop that stood into the late 1950's near the main intersection of once thriving Virgil City (Missouri). Across the street (east side) was the Baptist Church) and at SW intersection was the Blacksmith's shop. His youngest son, Charles would be born in this little village and his son, Dan Jr. would meet and marry his wife in this town!
Ultimately, Dan would move his family to Joplin where he would spend quite a few years in a relatively large city (for the times). But in 1898, his wife of 39 years, Lucy [Howard] & he would travel down to Conroe, Texas to visit their son, Robert, who was working in one of the timber camps. She got sick and died while there. She was buried in the Conroe City Cemetery before he returned to Joplin.
Dan lasted a few more years in Joplin as times continued to change and new generations forgot about the Civil War and all it's nasty scars. But Dan had not forgotten. So, in 1902, he told his family and neighbors he "refused to die and be buried midst a group of damned Yankees", loaded up his buggy and he headed back to his old home in Pickens County, Alabama. His trip apparently went smoothly and his arrival was a bit of a surprise to his remaining brothers and sisters. A party was held for him at the home of his sister, Mary [Lee] McClung. It was a tearful, if not well-supplied gathering!
I am not positive if it was from that party or a few days later, but someone had put dye in his whiskey and he died the next day from poisoning! I feel certain he was buried by his father, John Jackson Lee in the Upper Pickensville Cemetery-but with no marker or gravestone. Perhaps a wooden cross might have been placed and later rotted away?
When the south fell in 1865, so did the fortunes of many families-including his own. Though his father managed to continue forth with a minimal of problems, young Daniel seemingly faced far greater odds. He would end up moving to Kansas-near Olathe-where land was newly made available/plentiful, but also where hard work was essential and old values died hard. He lasted there for maybe 5 years or so when he traded with someone getting him back into Missouri-where he found more sympathy for his die-hard opinions! By 1880, he had established himself as a pharmacist (offering alcohol, various "snake oil" type concoctions and bleeding treatments/also using leeches for sealing wounds) in a small shop that stood into the late 1950's near the main intersection of once thriving Virgil City (Missouri). Across the street (east side) was the Baptist Church) and at SW intersection was the Blacksmith's shop. His youngest son, Charles would be born in this little village and his son, Dan Jr. would meet and marry his wife in this town!
Ultimately, Dan would move his family to Joplin where he would spend quite a few years in a relatively large city (for the times). But in 1898, his wife of 39 years, Lucy [Howard] & he would travel down to Conroe, Texas to visit their son, Robert, who was working in one of the timber camps. She got sick and died while there. She was buried in the Conroe City Cemetery before he returned to Joplin.
Dan lasted a few more years in Joplin as times continued to change and new generations forgot about the Civil War and all it's nasty scars. But Dan had not forgotten. So, in 1902, he told his family and neighbors he "refused to die and be buried midst a group of damned Yankees", loaded up his buggy and he headed back to his old home in Pickens County, Alabama. His trip apparently went smoothly and his arrival was a bit of a surprise to his remaining brothers and sisters. A party was held for him at the home of his sister, Mary [Lee] McClung. It was a tearful, if not well-supplied gathering!
I am not positive if it was from that party or a few days later, but someone had put dye in his whiskey and he died the next day from poisoning! I feel certain he was buried by his father, John Jackson Lee in the Upper Pickensville Cemetery-but with no marker or gravestone. Perhaps a wooden cross might have been placed and later rotted away?
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