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Mr. B. F. Harwood

I have no idea whether he's kin to the T-town "Bernard Harwoods" but the man is PROFOUND in his opinions and he was a Uniontown Masonic brother of your great great grandfather and he was an old ass man when he wrote these newspaper columns in 1913.

Invoice from B.F. Harwood, Uniontown, Alabama, to John Little, Jr., September 9, 1875 - u0003_0000863_0001509 - Little family papers - The University of Alabama Libraries Special Collections

Tom Coleman Camp No. 429 U. C. V. 

An effort is being made to raise a sufficient sum of money to pay the expenses of at least ten members of Tom Coleman Camp No.429 United States Veterans to the Reunion at Chattanooga May the 27th, 28th and 29th. We will honor ourselves by contributing liberally to this cause, as it will be perhaps the very last opportunity that many of our Veterans will have of attending a general Reunion. This Reunion means more to the Alabama Veterans than any of the past or of any that can take place in the future. The monument erected by the State of Alabama on the battlefield of Chickamauga will be unveiled.

alabama monument at chickamauga battlefield 1913 - Google Search

And the grand old heroes who took part in that great battle, the most sanguinary in the world's history, will have the opportunity of seeing again the exact spot where on the 19th and 20th of September, 1863, they engaged the enemy. 

More than 1600 as gallant and heroic soldiers as ever charged in any conflict furnished by this grand State, were killed and wounded in the battle of Chickamauga.

 We will send some Veterans who bear evidence by maimed limbs and bullet scars on their bodies that they were at the front and took part in the gallant an irresistable charges made by the Confederates.

 B. F. HARWOOD, Adjutant.

 Mr. Editor, 

I desire space in your valuable paper to set myself right before the people of this community.

I came to Alabama from Virginia in 1867, landed here with $3.50 in my pocket all that I possessed in the world in money, obtained a position as clerk and went to work immediately. was appointed agent of the Selma and Meridian Rail Road in 1868 which position held for 21 years. In 1869 commenced the erection of a cotton warehouse, my friends said, you are a fool to build a cotton warehouse in Uniontown because all of the cotton is shipped away the same day it is brought in, which fact I was better acquainted with than another, because I signed the Bills of Lading daily. In less than five years, every bale of cotton coming to Uniontown passed through the Warehouse and we had as good a cotton market as any interior town in the state. I built a cotton oil mill in 1883.

Articles of incorporation, giving it the name of Canebrake Oil Mills were signed by B. F. Harwood, T. G. Fowler, J.

W. Bush, and George O. Baker and Company, all dead except myself. I built and operated a cotton compress for more than ten years, the first compress built west of Selma on the Alabama Central Railway. The press occupied the same ground where the Uniontown Warehoues Company is located.

I put in two ginneries of the modern method of ginning and haulding seed cotton, the very first that was installed in this section. I put in and operated a small cotton mill for the manufacturing of cotton rope the first industry of the kind west of Selma along the line of the Railway. I built four brick houses, and one warehouse on Water Street also the Female college building, one brick hotel, two business houses, and three residences, on Broadway Street. Four residences on East Street, two cotton warehouses and one ginnery on Green Street. I took the contract together with J. H. White to build the public school building which we accomplished, saving the town $750.00 on the lowest bid made by a regular contractor. I was made a Mason in 1868 filled the highest office in both the Blue Lodge and Chapter, joined the church two years later, became a member of Tom Coleman Camp Number 489 United Confederate Veterans when it was organized. I wear the cross of honor and bear on my body six bullet scars, in evidence of the fact, that I deserve it. In 1894 when cotton went down to three and a half cents per pound and every iron furnace in the state of Alabama was idle, I lost all of my property and in the general wind up of my affairs found myself financially, in the same condition that I was in when I arrived in 1867, with the exception, I had one of the bravest, truest, women that ever lived for my wife, to encourage, help and sustain me.

But with it all, I felt that my usefulness was gone, without money and friends, save one, who never deserted me, but with counsel, advice, and money continued to help, there was never a truer and better friend, than R. A. Hardie. This condition of things has gone on for fifteen years or until last January, when I was the happy recipient of a visit from my old schoolmate and chum, who I had not seen for fifty two years, we had long heart to heart talks, in one of them, I said, Clef, with the loss of my property in 1898, it has seemed to me that every opportunity to do anything, to be of any service to myself or another has been taken away from me. "He said" nay my friend, you are mistaken your opportunity has just arrived and taking the widow's mite as a text, he taught me the most beneficial and helpful lesson I had ever received.

Since that time it has been my pleasure to do several acts of  money consideration did not amount to anything, that has offered me more real satisfaction than anything I have done in my past life, and the desire to do more, to help in every way, has developed in me to a greater extent than ever before. The words of Judge Tayloe are ever present with me, "Let us all do something", Some six weeks ago my was called to the necessity of using ground feed, rather than feeding  the whole grain, that it was worth at least twenty eight per cent more as a feed and no doubt would prevent much of the sickness so prevalent in our section caused by feeding corn which is very often damaged. I immediately commenced the erection of a building on the space granted the White Coal Company by the Southern Railroad Company. Bought machinery from the Morse Fairbanks Company of New Orleans.

The engine and one feed mill was not in stock and had to be shipped from the factory at Beloit, Ill. 

On the 8th. of April, I was arrested, required to give bond for my appearance at court the next day at 9 A. M. for violating section| 164 of the code.

The builders of two other houses on which work was commenced more than a month later, were not arrested but were notified, that they had to pay a fee and get a permit when called upon to do so. Am I. the | greatest law breaker? The records do not show it, for only one other case has been docketed against me and that in 1867. This whole procedure reminds me of the town of Hunnewell in the State of Kansas. Hunnewell has been for a long time the banner suffragette town in the United States.

At the election preceding the one which has just taken place, a woman much more zealous than the rest was elected mayor, the aldermen and every other office of the town except the chief of police was a woman. This woman mayor soon began to raise Cain with the town of Hunnewell. She threw out the chief of police defied the city Council to take issue with her on any question. What was the result at the last election, a man was elected, to fill every office demonstrating the fact that woman is always ready and willing to correct any error and do and perform every duty imposed upon her. It is claimed that I have built a house in the street, which is not a fact but suppose I had, are there not others in the street? The fences of some so far in the street and at such angles that cause the new sidewalks to present a most ludicrous appearance.

Let us all foster  a spirit of civic pride and work together for the common betterment of all and make this as it should be the most beautiful prosperous and best town in Alabama. 

B. F. Harwood.

 S. Pake (1820-1903) Siegfried Pake (1820-1903) - Find a Grave Memorial

Rebecca Unge Pake (1834-1884) - Find a Grave Memorial

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Siegfried L Pake was born in September 1820, in Neuzedlisch, Tachau, Bohemia, Austria as the son of Benedikt Pik and Sara Schweitzer. He married Rebecca Unger on 19 March 1852, in Mobile, Alabama, United States. They were the parents of at least 2 sons and 3 daughters. He died in 1903, in Mobile, Mobile, Alabama, United States, at the age of 83, and was buried in Mobile, Mobile, Alabama, United States.

Private, 4th Regiment, Alabama Reserves, 4th Reserve Regiment [also called 65th Regiment] was organized at Mobile, Alabama, during the fall of 1864 by consolidating the 1st, 3rd, and 4th Alabama Reserve Battalions. The men, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, were from Mobile and the counties of Conecuh, Macon, Coosa, and Dale. It was assigned to the District of the Gulf and became part of the garrison at Mobile. In December the regiment moved to East Mississippi but after a few weeks was ordered to Montgomery. With a force of about 300 effectives it saw action at Girard where several were killed or wounded, but most were captured. Its few remaining members were included in the surrender of the Department of Alabama, Mississippi, and East Louisiana. Colonel William M. Stone, Lieutenant Colonel E.M. Underhill, and Major S.F. Strickland commanded the unit. Siegfried L Pake (1820–1903)

1866

1884 S. Pake gets burned out in Uniontown 

1885 

Barbara Pake (1855-1884) - Find a Grave Memorial

 GOLD by John Stewart 

 JOHN STEWART ft. Stevie Nicks - Gold (1979) HD

When the lights go down in the California town

People are in for the evening
I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar
My heartbeat in time with my breathing
Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
There's people out there turning music into gold

Ah, my buddy Jim Bass, he's a-working pumping gas
And he makes two-fifty for an hour
He's got rhythm in his hands as he's tapping on the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower

Driving over Kanan, singing to his soul
There's people out there turning music into gold

Ah, California girls are the greatest in the world
Each one a song in the making
Singing right to me, I can hear the melody
Story is there for the taking

Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
There's people out there turning music into gold

(Ooh)

Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
There's people out there turning music into gold

October 17, 2005

Unbelievably, Christopher and I made it all the way into Pass Christian on Friday. They found two bodies  while we were there. No way to describe what is going on other than the government has their thumb up their ass and folks like me are going to help them pull it out. The loot is unbelievable. The china cabinets dumped plates and silver right in the house when they tipped but then they went coastal and became boats which moved all the way back into the debris field in the salt marsh where they deposited more plates and silver. Everything's sitting there right now undisturbed waiting for the cadaver dogs to show up.

January 20, 2006 

Jan 20, 2006, 8:37 PM

Well, after she came home after over two months, kicked me out of the house, let me gather up a garbage bag of clothes and then CALLED THE F&%KIN' COPS AFTER I WAS ALREADY ON THE ROAD[the only reason I found out was because the cops said my name over the police band radio and my friends heard it], I knew I'd never have anything else to do with the c*nt but now I DEFINITELY KNOW I'LL NEVER HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE BITCH OTHER THAN, HOPEFULLY, BUYING HER A TOMBSTONE WITH A LITTLE CAVITY CARVED INTO IT TO HOLD THE PISS I AM GOING TO DEPOSIT ON IT EVERY FUCKING DAY I LIVE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. 

 

After going down to Dothan week before last to attend two funerals, I called the office on Monday to tell them I wouldn't be in on time. Karen told me C. needed a closet auger because the commode at the house was stopped up. I took all my tools with me to Dothan [good thing too because I made $200 plumbing & came back with more money than I left with] so I told her that an old ratty ass auger was on the side porch of the house we fixed up for the Katrina evacuees from St. Bernard Parish. C. went over and got the auger and unstopped the toilet. That was Monday.

 

Tuesday evening, C. called the office and said, "Got bad news. Sewage is underneath the house." I went over there Wednesday afternoon but it was so bad I couldn't do anything so I took off work on Thursday.

 

Well, what happened was that when C. augered the toilet, all of the syringes SHE had flushed down the toilet were pushed to the turn in the 4 inch sewer main where the shit goes to the septic tank. The ball of syringes pushed the sewer line coming from the washing machine off the main. The ground underneath the house was covered in sewage with syringes and syringe needle covers everywhere. I threw 50 pounds of lime on it, rolled a piece of roofing tin up with duct tape, pushed it over the sewage, unfolded it by cutting the duct tape, covered the whole thing with heavy plastic and brought a piece of plywood with me to lean on while I reglued the line coming from the washing machine. I pulled the shit paper out of the opening of the sewer pipe with my knife &,used some industrial strength needle nose pliers to pull the syringes out which were stuffed in the sewer pipe like fiddle sticks and were glued to the pipe from the washing machine back onto the main.

 

When I got back to the office, I was white as a sheet so Karen told me to take the rest of the day off. I went over to Mike My Landlord's house and shucked an entire sack of oysters. That's about 25 dozen. I gorged out on Oysters Rockefeller and raw ones and came back to office. SHE called and I said, "You fuckin' retard, today I crawled though your shit and over your used needles so you and C. could have a shitter. You despicable moron, what the fuck are you doing flushing syringes down the toilet?"

 

She said," I don't know how those syringes got underneath the house."

 

Well, it was like an atomic bomb went off inside my head so now I dream about cussing her.

 image courtesy of http://57thbombwing.com/index.php

Youtube video of 321st Bomb Group "Bombers Over North Africa" (1942) - B-17 & B-25 - The 321st and 97th Bomb Group.

 321st Bombardment Group WW2 - B-25 Mitchell Aircraft

321st bomb group bombing over bridge at Capua, Italy. HD Stock Footage

the 321st was a part of the 57th Bomb Wing 57th Bomb Wing Assn

Joseph Heller, author of CATCH-22 was in the 340th bomb group that was part of the 57th Bomb Wing. The Bridgebusters: The WWII Missions That Inspired Catch-22

Catch 22 Take off scene

Catch-22 | Flight scenes

My Daddy,William E. Register(serial number 34333122) was drafted along

with the rest of the Dothan gang on Valentine's Day 1942.

He served in the 446th Bomb Squad of the Army Air Corps' 321st Bomb Group
of the 57th Bomb Wing of the 12th Air Force.
The 57th was the only Mitchell B-25 bomb wing in the entire 12th Air Force.
A cat named Bob Ritger has put all of the issues of the 321st Bomb Group's WWII newsletter,HEADLINES, on the Web.

The material I found on the Web this afternoon is nothing more than a miracle for me because my sister Becky has a copy of HEADLINES
in our family album and this
publication by Daddy's Bombardment Group
gives spectacular details which confirm all the war stories told to me by my Daddy.
You can't imagine the comfortable feeling surrounding me as I read
http://ritger.com/genealogy/histories/Headlines_files/Headlines.pdf
all about my Daddy's unit this afternoon.

I lost almost all of Daddy's WWII stuff because it was in storage at McGough's house when it got flooded by Frederic back in '79.

I was also pleased to find that a cat from Lakeland, Florida has devoted an entire portion of his website to 57th Bomb Wing!
http://www.budslawncare.com/sitemap.htm

But here's the kicker!
Anne M. O' Conner at Maxwell http://afhra.maxwell.af.mil/
copied the ENTIRE DECLASSIFIED TOP SECRET HISTORY OF THE 446TH SQUADRON(usually manned by about 100 officers & 350 enlisted men)
&
put it on the Web!

Insignia of the 321st Bomb Group of the 12th Air Force's 57th Bomb Wing

Bugs Bunny riding a bomb while firing six shooters in each hand
Insignia of the 446th Bomb Squad
images courtesy of http://57thbombwing.com/446th_History/446thSquadronHistory.htm

There are hundreds of photographs
(Mitchell B-25 nose art for The Pink Lady, The Grim Reaper, Blossom Time, Princess Paula, Pennsylvania Polka, Patches,Missouri Waltz, Dollie, Arkansas Traveler II, The Madam of St. Joe the 2nd)
plus all the debriefings and descriptions of over 600 bombing missions.
It's got every date, addresses for eve

 Spring is coming along just fine.