Columbus Allen was the twelfth child of sixteen children of Leland Allen. He was married to Dora Gaines on August 17th, 1884, recorded at Lee County, Alabama. There were no children of this marriage, but a ten year old neice, Nannie L. Gaines, was listed, within the household, in the 1900 Federal Census, of Lee County.
A grandson of Columbus, Fredrick Leland Allen, wrote of his favorite Uncle Lum, during the 1930s: In the Summer, I visited my grandfather, Leland Allen. Uncle Lum would come for me, to Columbus, Georgia. He would buy several pounds of cheese, and a box of soda crackers, before he started back home. He could eat more crackers than anyone that I ever knew.
When it was time to return home, Grandma would fix a basket of food, enough for the trip: biscuits as large as my fist (but oh, so good);fried chicken; country ham; hard boiled eggs; apple and sweet potato pies; fruit, but nothing to drink. However, Uncle Lum would stop very often and went into the bushes and always came back, "A'hem, a'hem." Uncle Lum always talked to himself, all of the way going and coming to Columbus, Georgia. I did not know what he was saying, but was a curiosity to me. He would leave Salem (Alabama)about 2 A.M., and arrive at Columbus at 5 P.M. I loved Uncle Lum. He would take me to the mill, when corn and wheat had to be ground. He seldom said a dozen words to me - He just talked to himself.
Uncle Lum owned two hound dogs, and named them "Hell Fire" and "Damn Nation." They knew him from everyone else. Grandma always fed them. Instead of calling them by their names, she said, "Here Oops!" She had asked Uncle Lum to change their names, but he would not. He said, "It is Hell for the rabbits, when my dogs go after them. They never get away." I was very fond of Uncle Lum.
(From a writing of Fred Allen, once the mayor of Knoxville, Tennessee)
Dave Boatman
A grandson of Columbus, Fredrick Leland Allen, wrote of his favorite Uncle Lum, during the 1930s: In the Summer, I visited my grandfather, Leland Allen. Uncle Lum would come for me, to Columbus, Georgia. He would buy several pounds of cheese, and a box of soda crackers, before he started back home. He could eat more crackers than anyone that I ever knew.
When it was time to return home, Grandma would fix a basket of food, enough for the trip: biscuits as large as my fist (but oh, so good);fried chicken; country ham; hard boiled eggs; apple and sweet potato pies; fruit, but nothing to drink. However, Uncle Lum would stop very often and went into the bushes and always came back, "A'hem, a'hem." Uncle Lum always talked to himself, all of the way going and coming to Columbus, Georgia. I did not know what he was saying, but was a curiosity to me. He would leave Salem (Alabama)about 2 A.M., and arrive at Columbus at 5 P.M. I loved Uncle Lum. He would take me to the mill, when corn and wheat had to be ground. He seldom said a dozen words to me - He just talked to himself.
Uncle Lum owned two hound dogs, and named them "Hell Fire" and "Damn Nation." They knew him from everyone else. Grandma always fed them. Instead of calling them by their names, she said, "Here Oops!" She had asked Uncle Lum to change their names, but he would not. He said, "It is Hell for the rabbits, when my dogs go after them. They never get away." I was very fond of Uncle Lum.
(From a writing of Fred Allen, once the mayor of Knoxville, Tennessee)
Dave Boatman
Columbus Allen was the twelfth child of sixteen children of Leland Allen. He was married to Dora Gaines on August 17th, 1884, recorded at Lee County, Alabama. There were no children of this marriage, but a ten year old neice, Nannie L. Gaines, was listed, within the household, in the 1900 Federal Census, of Lee County.
A grandson of Columbus, Fredrick Leland Allen, wrote of his favorite Uncle Lum, during the 1930s: In the Summer, I visited my grandfather, Leland Allen. Uncle Lum would come for me, to Columbus, Georgia. He would buy several pounds of cheese, and a box of soda crackers, before he started back home. He could eat more crackers than anyone that I ever knew.
When it was time to return home, Grandma would fix a basket of food, enough for the trip: biscuits as large as my fist (but oh, so good);fried chicken; country ham; hard boiled eggs; apple and sweet potato pies; fruit, but nothing to drink. However, Uncle Lum would stop very often and went into the bushes and always came back, "A'hem, a'hem." Uncle Lum always talked to himself, all of the way going and coming to Columbus, Georgia. I did not know what he was saying, but was a curiosity to me. He would leave Salem (Alabama)about 2 A.M., and arrive at Columbus at 5 P.M. I loved Uncle Lum. He would take me to the mill, when corn and wheat had to be ground. He seldom said a dozen words to me - He just talked to himself.
Uncle Lum owned two hound dogs, and named them "Hell Fire" and "Damn Nation." They knew him from everyone else. Grandma always fed them. Instead of calling them by their names, she said, "Here Oops!" She had asked Uncle Lum to change their names, but he would not. He said, "It is Hell for the rabbits, when my dogs go after them. They never get away." I was very fond of Uncle Lum.
(From a writing of Fred Allen, once the mayor of Knoxville, Tennessee)
Dave Boatman
A grandson of Columbus, Fredrick Leland Allen, wrote of his favorite Uncle Lum, during the 1930s: In the Summer, I visited my grandfather, Leland Allen. Uncle Lum would come for me, to Columbus, Georgia. He would buy several pounds of cheese, and a box of soda crackers, before he started back home. He could eat more crackers than anyone that I ever knew.
When it was time to return home, Grandma would fix a basket of food, enough for the trip: biscuits as large as my fist (but oh, so good);fried chicken; country ham; hard boiled eggs; apple and sweet potato pies; fruit, but nothing to drink. However, Uncle Lum would stop very often and went into the bushes and always came back, "A'hem, a'hem." Uncle Lum always talked to himself, all of the way going and coming to Columbus, Georgia. I did not know what he was saying, but was a curiosity to me. He would leave Salem (Alabama)about 2 A.M., and arrive at Columbus at 5 P.M. I loved Uncle Lum. He would take me to the mill, when corn and wheat had to be ground. He seldom said a dozen words to me - He just talked to himself.
Uncle Lum owned two hound dogs, and named them "Hell Fire" and "Damn Nation." They knew him from everyone else. Grandma always fed them. Instead of calling them by their names, she said, "Here Oops!" She had asked Uncle Lum to change their names, but he would not. He said, "It is Hell for the rabbits, when my dogs go after them. They never get away." I was very fond of Uncle Lum.
(From a writing of Fred Allen, once the mayor of Knoxville, Tennessee)
Dave Boatman
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