StoriesPassedDown

PUS:

My grandpaw's,grandpaw name was Stephen "possum" terry. the possum was shortened to Pus. he was in the 4th Al. cavalry. at sometime he rode with Joe wheeler. he was captured by the yankee beasts,and was to be shot,as a criminal. they tied his hands behind his back,hoisted him on his horse. They made a circle around him. two were going to lead his horse around the circle and shoot him off the horse. he said he was going die anyway, might as well try to escape. he spurred his horse,it was a very quick mare. He escaped,with a bullet hole in his ear.grandpaw said when he was a small boy,he would get up in pus's lap and stick his finger thru the bullet hole. SWR Member, Farrell Dutton

RENEGADES:

My family lived in, Borden cove in Bankhead forest Alabama. There was a lady who lived a close neighbour to them. Her name was Jenny Brooks. During the war there were some renegades, who took refuge in the mountainous forest. Aunt Jenny's husband and youngest son walked to a spring, there this a spring where we got water years ago. When her husband and son didn't return, she went hunting for them. She found them at the spring shot dead. Her husband's mouth was propped open with a small rock and spit full of tobacco juice, her son was laid across his chest in form of a cross. She found out who the beasts were. She raised the remaining sons to be crack shoots, fast on the draw and merciless to their families murderers. When grown they hunted them down one by one and killed them. My family had a story, that one of the boys went to Texas and found the last in a hospital dying from cancer. He told him who he was and what he was there for. The man wanted him to kill him, but the boy told him,"you s.o.b.," you will suffer more before you die than a quick bullet.

SWR Member, Farrell Dutton

Bottom right: G-G-Grandfather, C.P. Hampton. Bottom left: L.P. Hampton (C.P.’s Brother) who died in Shelbyville, TN gunshot wound to neck & small pox 1863

Top right: G-G-G Uncle, Captain Anderson Whetstone, Commander Company H, 10th Texas Cavalry, Ector’s Brigade. Top left: Perry Whetstone (Anderson’s Brother) died of pneumonia 1862.

All were members of Company H, 10th Texas Cavalry. My G-G Grandfather, C.P., was a Sergeant and Color Bearer. ~ Hamp Dews

Aunt jenny Brooks, after her husband and son were killed, started taking in young ladies. Grandpaw said that there was a yankee cavalryman who like to paddle girls. Their families sent them to aunt Jenny's because it was remote. This beast got wind of it and went out there. He tied his horse up,and went to the house and told the girls to get ready he was going to paddle them. aunt jenny stood on the porch,in front of the steps,and told him not to set foot on her porch. He laughed and told her to get out of the way. When he set foot on the porch,aunt Jenny pulled a hideout and shot him. She laughed and told later that his nose tore up the ground like a ole scooter plow. She buried him behind the barn and everyday she poked a sharp strong stick in the grave and smelled the end of the stick. When it stopped stinking she dug the skull up, then sawed off the brain pan and used it for a hand soap gourd.

My grandpaw was the type that wouldn't use what they considered ugly language in front of grandmaw. I think he used the word paddle instead of rape. ~ Farrell Dutton

A Patrol of yankee Cavalry:

Pus Terry told grandpaw they were in a battle. They were in a peach orchard, he said the Minnie balls was so thick it sounded like hornets singing around them. He said the balls were cutting the blooms that it look like snow falling. the 16th Al. was attacking the Hornet's nest, thru the peach orchard. They would charge and retreat thru the peach orchard. I believe pus could have been there at Shiloh. it was fought in April the 5th and 6th of 1862,I think peach trees were in bloom then and Joe Wheeler was there. Also I heard stories about some women were quilting at a log house in the community and a patrol of cavalry came up and walk in. They asked where the men were, they said ain't yall got any men. One of the women got mad,and told them, she hoped their men were killing yankee s.o.b. like them. The yankees got mad,and cut up the quilts, then used them as saddle blankets.

Farrell Dutton

Jane Ann Austin Brownlow

(Maternal g-g-g-g-grandmother) was riding into town for goods they needed on the farm. She was approached by Yankees wanting her horses. She didn't want to give them up, so she beat them with her buggy whip. Needless to say they decided they didn't want her horses and left her alone. Now mind you, she was barely five feet tall. Being a tough Southern woman she didn't run back to the farm in horror, she proceeded to town to get what she needed... These pictures are of her as an elderly woman, again courtesy of my cousin in GA... SWR Member Lisa " RollTide

No where to run nowhere to hide

There is no where to run nowhere to hide,

Why would I run, I am full of Southern Pride

I will stay and stand my ground,

I will not let Satan's minions hold me down,

God is my keeper not the politicians or elite,

It is God and not them that guides my feet,

While they want to destroy and control,

God is the one that has my soul,

They can crush and destroy my body,

which is their sick and perverted ways,

But God has my back and will

to the end of my days

The South still holds true to God, Country and Family,

That is why we are a threat

But I know in my heart God is with us

and that he will never forget

So as we all know it is time to make a stand

Satan's minions have drawn the line in the sand

And when God's wrath is unleashed

against the evil that has been done,

We will sing with praise and adulation

the coming of his Son

While God knows that I am not perfect

and knows I strive everyday

to try to do the right things

and keep Satan at bay

God's grace is there

for anyone that will see

I am Southern born and bred

and it is here that I always want to be

God has put me on this earth for a reason

and He has the upper hand

Let us all pray and know

that he has a plan

So to those that will mock him

I warn you loud and clear

When you are caught in your evil

don't shed a tear

You knew what you were doing

was evil to the core

You will be consumed by the Satan you worship

never to seen or heard from anymore

God created the South as he did the rest

but it is the South that will not rest

Not while Christianity is under attack

we in the South will not turn our back

We will defend God, Country and Family

and you can push us to the wall

But I ask you this, who is going to protect your evil self

When God comes to call

God and Jesus will prevail make no mistake

so you better change your ways for your children's sake

So to all my fellow Southerners

do not be afraid

God has put you where he wants you to be

and all his plans are made

I feel the South is the last stronghold left

of what was good and right before Satan's theft

So I will leave you with this thought

stand firm and hold true

and never forget

God will get you through

SWR Member, dixie56

God be with us

in our struggle to survive and live

we care about our fellow man

and we do everything we can to give

but it is now getting harder

to help our fellow man

there is an evil that wants to destroy

this God loving land

while our people are distracted and afraid

the enemy within is using this to destroy what our

fore fathers made

Our constitution and Christianity is under attack

The things that we hold dear

God, Country and Family

to those evil people they think the end is near

I will not agree with this

I will not despair

I know God is watching

and he is always there

For those that do not believe

and want to destroy his creation

He has the last word

and will destroy abomination

Beware those that do not believe

and are arrogant to the bone

When the Good Lord comes

they will not be taken home!

SWR Member, dixie56