Ordered that the following persons be recommended to his excellency the Governor as fitt persons to be Commissioned Officers of the Militia in this County viz.: Lands were awarded by the state of Virginia to William Parker for three years service in the Revolutionary War as a Captain. Written 17 Aug Probated 30 Mar To daughter, Ruth Boggs. To daughter Frances Reed. To daughter, Mary Boggs. To son, Michael Parker. To son, John Parker acres where he now lives.
To daughter, Sarah Smith. Sacker Parker 7AJ under 21 in , died Will written 2 Nov probated 30 Dec Whitelaw report that the Scarburgh family in England originally spelled their name as "Scarborough" but that Edmund Scarburgh change the spelling shortly after arriving in the Colonies.
This tradition continued for years. And while most descendants continue with the shortened spelling but that in William M. Children of Robert Parker Sr.
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Peggy Parker 8S born before Molly Parker 8T born before Ruth Parker 8BA ca. Mary Parker 8BC born ca. Sarah Parker 8BF born ca. Captain Parker held command of the American forces that successfully defended the mouth of Pungoteaque Creek against the British forces commanded by Lord Ross. Enlisted as an ensign 2 nd Virginia Regiment 4 Jan became Lieutenant 13 Oct wounded and captured at Germantown; exchanged 22 Dec and served to the close of the war.
George Parker 9B born 13 May died 16 Sep George Parker 9D born 10 May died 12 Jul John Darby and Esther Christian. Henry Parker 9J Charles Parker 9K Ester Boggs 9P born ca. Josiah Parker 9AD born ca. Anna Maria Parker 10A born married Dr. Lucy Parker 10H born died married 15 Apr to Dr. John Upshur 10H1 died Taylor 10K1 born died , daughter of Thomas T. Taylor and Nancy Wharton. Parker, the elder, he married twice: Parker, who for many was one of the foremost businessmen of Portsmouth, died suddenly yesterday afternoon about 3: He was 76 years of age.
Parker suffered a slight attack of indigestion on Wednesday evening, while calling at the home of friends but he declined the remedies, which were offered him, saying the trouble would soon pass off. Yesterday he ate sparingly at breakfast and at dinner, and after the latter meals went to his setting room.
A short time after his little daughter Genevieve herd a noise in the sitting room, and going in, found that her father had fallen from his chair, and was apparently lifeless. Carr, whose home is just across the street, was summoned, and pronounced Mr. Halloday the city coroner saw the body and said an inquest would be unnecessary. Parker was in the service of the Confederate Government during the Civil War, being detailed to duty at Charlotte, NC and other points in the south, but principally at Charlotte.
He remained away from Portsmouth until after the close of the war, when he returned and after a short time, entered the grocery business. His business career was highly prosperous and he enjoyed the confidence of the entire community. He retired from active business twelve years ago. Parker was a brother of Joseph A. Parker of this city and the father of Joseph T. Edgerton of Norfolk; Mrs. His son, Joseph T. No arrangements were announced last night. Parker was a member of St. Sons of the Confederate States. Confederate Veterans at Portsmouth, VA.
In Joseph A. In his application he stated that he was born in Accomack, VA and that he resides in Portsmouth, VA as a hosiery manufacturer. Joseph participated in the Battle of Mt. Jacjson in the Shennadoah Valley where one hundred men under Capt. McNeil surprised and routed three hundred Pennsylvania troops capturing and killing a large number of them and capturing one hundred and twenty horses. In this engagement Capt. McNeil received wounds from which he died ten days after. Other engagements were the Battle of Mooresfield, when Capt. Jesse McNeil assisted by Capt. Woodson and his Missourians, engaged and routed a west Virginia Regiment, which had been sent to capture our command, having been promised a furlough for the balance of the war and a bounty of fifteen hundred dollars to each man, provided they succeeded.
In this engagement we captured one twelve pound brass field piece with the eight horses attached, also cason, ambulance and a large number of horses. Cumberland raid, when sixty-five men under Captain Jesse McNeil went into Cumberland which was garrisoned with infantry, cavalry and several batteries of artillery…surprising and capturing the pickets, entered the city, captured.. That night the temperature was down 17 below zero, consequently horses and riders had cold time fording the Potomac and had to fill General Kelly with Brandy to keep him from freezing.
As he was over fifty, never the less we all got out with our prizes, and delivered them to General Lee, who complimented us on the daring feat. Never wounded, Never captured, Never missed a scout. Joseph Thompson Parker 11A born 9 Nov died 31 Mar who remained a well-traveled bachelor. Kate was a vocalist of note in Portsmouth. Egerton 11D1 of Norfolk, VA. Woeltje 11F1 of Brooklyn, NY. Magee 11G1 of Norfolk, VA. Rosa Parker 11H born 14 Oct died 22 Nov Parker 11K born 26 Jul married Amelia E.
Bell 11K1 of Norfolk, VA. Parker 11AH born 8 Aug Parker 11P born 10 Jan died 10 Jun Morris 11Q1 of Norfolk, VA. Morris and Lula M. Parker 11U married James E. Parker 11V born 18 Mar died 26 Jun of meningitis. Grace Bland 11X born married Jackson 11X1. She was adopted and raised by her Uncle William G. Porter 11AB1 born died 1 Apr Joseph's Hospital, Philadelphia, PA. Joseph Ambrose Parker, Jr.
Talbot 11AJ1 born 29 Apr died 11 Dec Parker, unmarried, being of sound mind and disposing memory, and presently residing at Hancock Street, in the Borough of Brooklyn, County of Kings, City and State of New York, do hereby make, publish and declare this to be my last will and testament, hereby revoking any and all former wills by me at any time heretofore made. As soon after my death as is practicable, I direct my Executor hereinafter named to pay my just debts and funeral expenses.
To my sister, Genevieve Parker Allen, I give and bequeath forty 40 shares of the capital stock of Copper Plate Sheet and Tine Company, which I own and in addition thereto, five shares of capital stock owned by me in the Merchants and Farmers Bank of Portsmouth, Virginia, as well as two diamond rings. To my brother, James V. To my brother, E. Parker, wife of my brother, E. To my sister, Gertrude Parker Siegel, I give and bequeath all jewelry in my lock box, in the name of my sister Genevieve Allen, in the Seaboard National Bank at Norfolk, Virginia with the request that my said sister, Gertrude Parker Siegel divide the said jewelry between her children, living at the date of my death, as she in her sole discretion and judgement deems proper.
All the rest, residue and remainder of my estate, be the same real or personal, I give devise and bequeath to Emma W. As Executor of this my last will and testament, I hereby nominate, constitute and appoint my brother, E. I give my Executor full power and authority to pay any of the legacies herein before mentioned either in cash or by transferring to legatee or legatees such stock owned by me at the date of my death as he in his sole judgement and discretion my deem to be adequate satisfaction of the amount of each of the said legacies so paid by him, and whether or not the stock so transferred be that herein bequeathed to said legatee or legatees.
In witness whereof, I have hereunto subscribed my name and affixed my seal this 23 rd. The residence of Boatswain Hallowell Dickinson, U. The contracting parties were Miss Katie Dickinson, daughter of the above named gentleman and Mr. Parker, son of Mr. William Parker, one of our most prominent business men.
The pretty marriage ceremony of the Catholic Church was preformed by Rev. At the conclusion of which the happy pair received the congratulations of their many friends. The wedding presents were numerous and handsome, and most noticeable among them was a beautiful silver service presented to Mrs. Parker with the compliments of the Casino of which she was a brilliant and much loved member. A reception was held until the hour of departure for Mr. Parker had arrived, and they were then driven to the New York steamer upon which they embarked to an extended bridal trip North. They will witness the centennial celebration in New York on the 30 th and from there to "other points of interest, and then "Home Sweet Home" where they will enter upon the stern realities of this life.
The Enterprise Times throws the proverbial old shoe after them and wishes them a happy and prosperous voyage through the sea of life and a safe anchorage in that harbor where there is no storms or strife. The home of Mr. Robert Lee Parker at Duke and Elm Streets, Prentis Place was the scene of a brilliant reception last night in honor of the fifteenth anniversary of their marriage.
The hours of receiving were from 9 to 12 O'clock and the parlors were filled with guests. The rooms were decorated with greenery and cut flowers and presented an exceedingly pretty effect. Parker have been recipients of many handsome presents of cut glass in honor of their crystal wedding anniversary. Copied from the local Portsmouth Newspaper dated April 25, Lee Parker, a native of Portsmouth and actively engaged in for many years in the wholesale grocery and fuel oil business in this city, died at He was vice president of the Parker Properties Corporation, of Portsmouth.
Parker's illness at the hospital had been only during the last three weeks although he has been in failing health for about a year. He had large family connections here and in Norfolk. He held residences in Prentis Place and at Ocean View and had spent the winter for several years in Florida. The son of the late William G. The body was removed to the Brennan Funeral Home where it will remain until funeral services at 10 o'clock Monday morning at St' Paul's Catholic Church. Burial will take place in St. He was also a member of the board of directors of the Home Insurance Company, Inc.
Parker is survived by his wife, Mrs. Kate Dickinson Parker, two daughters, Mrs. Rowe, of Portsmouth; two sons, Robert F. Parker, of Portsmouth; six brothers, William G. Parker of Virginia Beach: Leo Parker and Dr. Edgerton, of Norfolk; Mrs. McAgee, of Washington, D. Edward Siegle, of Newport News, and Mrs.
Genevieve Allen, of Rockport Center, Long Island, and 11 grandchildren, and numerous nieces and nephews. Copied from a local Tidewater Newspaper dated September 11, I give all my property, both real and personal to my wife, Kate Louise Dickinson Parker. I respectfully request the court to allow her to qualify as administratrix without bond. To my children Robert F. Rowe, I leave my love and affection but no interest in my estate either real or personal. I, Kate Louise Dickinson Parker, of the City of Portsmouth, State of Virginia, being of sound mind and disposing memory, do make, publish and declare this my Last Will and testament, hereby revoking all wills by me heretofore made, that is to say:.
I order and direct that all my just debts and funeral expenses be paid as soon as practicable and convenient after my death.
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All sums of money that are owing my estate by reason of personal loans that I have made my friends and relatives, I hereby cancel, and request my Executors, hereinafter named, to treat the same as having been paid. I give, devise and bequeath, in fee simple, unto my daughter, Julia Parker Rowe, all that certain lot, piece or parcel of land, with the building thereon, situate in that part of princess Anne County, Virginia known as East Ocean View, having a frontage of fifty 50 feet with a depth of one hundred feet, and being parts of Lots 3 and 4 in Block 3, of the property conveyed to me by F.
Tilghman, et ux; together with all the furniture, including piano, rugs, refrigerator and cooking utensils now located in the building on the above described property. I give, devise and bequeath, in fee simple, unto my son, Ralph Joseph Parker, all that certain lot, piece or parcel of land, with the garage built thereon, having a frontage of fifty 50 feet with a depth of fifty 50 feet, and it being the rear of Lots 3 and 4 in Block 3, of the property conveyed to me by F.
Tilghman, et ux; as heretofore mentioned. All the rest, residue and remainder of my estate, real, personal and mixed, I devise as follows:. My said Executors are to have full power and control of this one-fourth interest, with the right to sell and convey any real estate that may constitute a part of this estate. My Executors shall also have the right to invest the funds so left in trust in any manner that they deem wise and prudent for the best interests of my grandchildren. I hereby authorize my Executors, in their discretion, to use the income or corpus of this estate, but not exceeding the share of the grandchild for whom it is used, for the education of any of my grandchildren of my late daughter, Louise Parker Ollice, if any of them have a desire to take a higher education than is afforded at the public schools.
I hereby direct that this trust shall continue until my youngest grandchild of Louise Parker Ollice reaches the age of 21 years, and in the event any of these children die unmarried and without issue before they reach the age of 21 years, then their share shall go to their surviving brothers and sisters. I do hereby nominate and appoint Robert F.
Parker and Ralph Joseph Parker, Executors of this my last will and testament, and having perfect confidence in their judgement and integrity, I direct that my said Executors shall not give security. Signed, sealed, acknowledged and published by Kate Louise Dickinson Parker, being of sound mind, as and for her last will and testament, in the presence of us, who in her presence and in the presence of each other, have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses this 3 rd. Day of April, William Leroy Parker dies;.
Norfolk - William Leroy Judge Parker 87, a prominent local art collector, lawyer, and former president of the Norfolk Museum of Arts and science now the Chrysler Museum died Tuesday in a Norfolk hospital. Parker, whose collection of Oriental art objects and antiques made his West Freemason Street home a stop for many years on local garden tours, guided the museum for 18 years as trustee and board president. In , Parker resigned from the museum board to begin a legal battle against the city's plans to bring Walter P.
Chrysler's art collection to Norfolk, and install it at the museum. After a two-year court fight, Parker lost, but never retreated from his position that the museum- created as a charitable trust by the Norfolk Society of Arts- was immune to such a complete change of mission. Chrysler succeeded Parker as board president in , and his collection was donated to the museum, which was renamed in his honor.
He set up practice in Norfolk, but left to serve as Lieutenant in the 80 th. Artillery divisions during World War I. He fought in the Meuse-Argonne offensive. After the war, he resumed his law practice in , and was elected president of the Norfolk-Portsmouth Bar Association in Throughout his life, Parker was an ardent collector of Oriental art objects and antiques, particularly Chinese porcelains.
Last year, he decided for health reasons to sell his home and enter a Norfolk nursing home. Parker told a reporter, he gave up a portion of his prized collection of Chinese porcelains to the auctioneer's gravel because "I didn't want to be reminded of happier days". Parker is survived by a daughter, Mrs. Tyler of Annapolis, Maryland; two brothers, Joseph L. Parker of Virginia Beach; and two grandchildren. Sarah Harrison Parker, died in , and another son, William L. Oliver Funeral Apartments in Norfolk is handling the arrangements.
The family requests that memorial donations be made to a favorite charity. By Frances Rowe Adams. Tom and Louise 12H were really our second set of parents. We were always so close. Louise stayed home most of the time while Mama 12J enjoyed going shopping, to the Garden Club or Sewing circle. Louise always watched us.
Tom was also a homebody loved working in the garden. He had a big workshop - made furniture and did beautiful woodcarvings. He was very talented. We often heard how Mama would go out and leave Julia E. I could always talk to Louise and she understood my problems. Although she was ill a long time kidneys when she died it was extremely difficult for me. I can hear Tom's voice now as he phoned about 7 A. Her mother Kate Louise Parker often told the story of the time when Julia was a little girl and she had sent her to bed for the night and had decided to check on her.
She peeped through the bed room door and Mama was kneeling by her bed saying her prayers a loud "And Dear God, please make my hair curly" then she jumped up and ran to the mirror to look at her hair - them back to her knees with "Dear God, please make my hair curly". Now that is faith only a child could have. Johnny Glenn called me today. I really appreciate his calls. He was telling me they were asking Bob Bob Ollice about his war experiences recently.
I know you always want to hear stories about the family, so thought I would pass them on to you. Bob was in the infantry - a Sargent when he was discharged. He was in the invasion D-day plus 6, there were men in his unit and all except were killed. Eventually, all of the men except 11 were wounded. Fortunately, he was one of the eleven. He was in the Battle of the Bulge. They were taught to huddle up to another.
One night he was in a foxhole and held closely to another soldier all night. When he awoke in the morning the soldier was dead - and he was a German! He said the closest he got to being injured was one night he went into the field to answer natures call. He had his pants pulled down and was taking care of business when an enemy shot at him and the bullet went between his legs. He returned from overseas Dec 24, , they were at Staten Island, New York and were told none of them could leave - they would spend their Christmas there.
One of the men said his home was only ten miles from there, he was going to sneak out and spend Christmas at home then come back. Five or six other soldiers decided to go with him. They climbed a fence and were walking down a path when some officers so them and ordered them to halt. They knew they were in deep trouble, however the officers said, "we are going with you".
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By Louise Ollice Glynn It's so hard to comprehend that Mama 12H will have been dead 51 years this year and Granny 50 11C1. I can still remember vividly, Granny with her fingers filled with diamonds playing her "Rag time tunes" on the piano. We all heard stories of she and her sister, Julia singing duets at churches and also on stage in this area. I have a small button-hook that Granny gave to me that was a gift from the Commandant of the Naval Hospital when she sang with the Naval Post Band, on the steps of the hospital, on Memorial Day when she was 13 years old.
At that time ladies wore long buttoned gloves for formal wear and a buttonhook wrapped around and slide each button into place. Granny loved to dress up. She like bright colors and she had a long necklace of cut crystal beads that she wore on special occasions. Papa 11C was always so proud of her and so good to her and they traveled together so much that after he died she never wore any of her jewels, giving them away and never wearing any color but black from them on.
Mama was as opposite of her Mother in her taste of clothes and jewelry, as one could be. She liked neat, almost tailored clothes and seldom wore any jewelry except her wedding band. She was so talented on the piano. She could play any tune she heard and had "such a touch" as they used to say. Before she and Daddy were married one of their friends got a band together and Mama played with them quite a bit.
Sometimes my brothers and I would ask Mama and Daddy to play for us. It was beautiful with him on the mandolin and her at the piano. She had such a beautiful voice I can still remember the lullabies and hymns she used to sing. She actually "whistled while she worked". When that song from "Snow White" came out I thought of her and still do when I hear it.
She and Daddy were ideal parents. They worked together on projects in their house and also the garden. Mama wasn't the "clinging Vine" type. She had a great sense of humor and never knew a stranger. She was the neighborhood nurse. Anything that happened that needed first aid they came to Mama first, then to the doctor, if necessary. The yard was Daddy's hobby also carving. I remember the Christmas when I was 12 years old Mama and daddy had fixed me a dollhouse and it was set up in the living room.
We had a very large living room. The dollhouse was about the size of a large closet. After the holidays, Daddy dismantled it and set it up in the yard. It eventually became the hull for daddy's workshop. Our yard was beautiful with a grape arbor that had real grapevines on it and benches to sit on.
We also had a fence with a trellis that held "rambling roses", a tiered rock garden and a swing. When my parents gave me the lots to build my house on, they gave me so much of themselves. Margaret Amelia Parker 12M died in aged 2 years. Parker 12U born 21 Jan died 28 May Lawrence 12AB born 26 Dec Thomas Sumner Lawrence, Jr.
Stillborn 12AD Stillborn 12AE Edwin New 12AK born 7 Aug Vincent Luke Parker, Jr. William Sully Griffin, Jr. Griffin 12AS born 2 Jun Griffin 12AT born 28 Nov He became a Roman Catholic priest. Children of Genevieve E. Parker Hawkins 11AH and Morris. By Robert "Bob" T. Robert Francis Parker was the third child of R. Lee and Kate Louise Dickinson Parker. He was born March 24, and died at a fairly young age on March 8, The other three children of the union were: Kate Louise married George S. Hughes and they have three children, a boy and two girls. Robert and Kate had a house in the downtown area of Portsmouth in the block of Dinwiddie Street.
Kate's sister, Grace who was a schoolteacher for thirty-nine years also lived with them. Robert and Kate had a nice automobile, a deluxe Essex, four-door sedan, about late 20s or early 30s vintage, not sure of the exact year. They did not keep it at home, it was garaged at the store in a covered shed. It was seldom used because Grace had a car, the store had a car, and Kate didn't drive. When this land was purchased it was on the outskirts of Portsmouth. I believe the intent was to give each of his children lots in this block as they grew up and married.
Parker, Robert's father's brother owned the block of Elm Avenue. Lee Parker built a home on the corner of Elm Avenue and Duke Street whereas his brother built his house in the middle of the block.
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Both homes were very large houses with large porches, attached laundry rooms and close by large two-story stables and barns. Robert grew up in this environment. The business was initially founded in Robert and his brother, Ralph purchased the business from their father and uncle and it had been in continuously in operation more than years when it was closed and the property sold. The business was located at Crawford Street. When the Parker property buildings were torn down, the City Hall and Courts Building of the City of Portsmouth was erected on this site.
I am told that as a youngster Robert was quite mischievous because of such antics as follows: Robert wanted to make some money so his father consented to buy him a cow. Robert established a milk route and sold what wasn't used at home. One day he got angry at Louise for something she had not done to him and when he milked the cow, he dumped the whole pail of milk on Louise's head.
In Robert's youth, doctors made home visits. Robert's father was a shrewd business- man and he arranged a yearly contract with a Doctor Parker no kin to service his family whenever called for one annual fee. Robert did not like Doctor Parker and one day on one of the doctor's visits to see Robert's mother, as the doctor was leaving he was in the downstairs hall with his hat in his hand preparing to put it on, Robert urinated through the upstairs banisters into the doctors hat. The doctor told Robert's mother that she must have a leak in her upstairs bathroom, not knowing what really happened.
I can't imagine what kind of punishment Robert got for that one. He was put in the US Army Infantry and became a heavy machine gunner. He went through the war in combat and as far as I know was not wounded but came close to being gassed. He told of sleeping on top of a hill with several of his buddies whereas a number of the men in his company decided to sleep down in the hollow. During the night, the Germans gassed the area, the gas sought the lower levels and many of the men in the hollow were gassed but those up on the hill escaped.
He told of other instances where fields of fire incoming enemy bullets were so heavy it became necessary to throw the machine gun through an opening then dive through behind it, hoping to make it without getting hit. However, he did not speak too often of his war experiences, probably because the memories were quite dreadful. Even though Robert and his brother, Ralph were in business together, they were completely different characters. Ralph was the larger of the two, about 5 feet 9 inches tall, weighing about , heavily muscled and strong as an ox. He would have made a good football player.
Ralph was mechanically inclined, a good jack-of-all trades, and loved hunting as a sport. He was more the more gruff of the two and more serious and business like. He was an early riser and usually the one who opened the store each day. Robert was about 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighed about and was strong too, but his belly was so big it belied his actual muscular ability. He was the more jovial of the two brothers but was a night person. He liked to come to work about 10 or 10"30 AM, but thought nothing of staying at the store until 1 or 2 AM. He only lived about four blocks from the store so it was a short walk to and from.
Robert had little mechanical ability, taking after his father in this regard. He loved to count money and would count it more than once to make sure the count was right. He never got in too much of a hurry and had favorite things he would to do at work. He was good at warehousing and seemed to have an instinctive ability to know exactly how to criss-cross and bind together high stocks of material to prevent them falling or leaning and as a measure of his strength, he could use his big stomach to push stacks of material to straighten them up from leaning.
The store was in an area of primarily wholesale establishments with the closest retail place a Jewish delicatessen across the street. It was several blocks to a confectionery store where soft drinks and knick0knack snacks could be purchased. This led to the store purchasing a large Coca Cola ice chest, stocking it with soft drinks and having a small supply of retail candy, nabs, and such readily available. In the beginning this was put in as a convenience.
However, the City Jail was just around the corner and the policemen soon found it convenient to walk across the street for a soft drink as did other people who worked in other establishments in this close-by area. As a result, this little corner of the store brought in a little money. Customers helped themselves and put money on the counter in the office. Since everything in that corner in those days was only five cents, the biggest problem was keeping the drink box full.
Robert was its best customer. He drank as many as fifteen or twenty soft drinks every day. He drank Coke at first, which was in 6-ounce bottles, then Pepsi came out in 10 ounce bottles, and he drank those. This is not an exaggeration; Robert actually drank that many soft drinks a day. In addition, he smoked 60 or more cigarettes each day. He usually kept a flat 50 tin of cigarettes on his desk, a pack of cigarettes in his pocket and a bag or roll your own tobacco in his desk drawer.
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Robert was a big tease, and he usually had a nickname for almost everybody. His sister, Louise, who weight well over two hundred pounds, he called "Puny," his sister, Julia, who was sort of flighty and subject to fainting, he called "Hacklehead". He didn't have a particular nickname for his brother, Ralph, but occasionally called him "Rabusso".
Only Robert knew what that meant. He called his nephew, Bob Ollice, "Eck". I am not clear of what was the derivative of this name. He nicknamed most of the workers at the store and coal yard. One individual, who wore the most ragged clothes imaginable, he called, "few-Clothes", another who was short and strong and built like an ape, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and short legs, and real light skinned, he called "Pinky". Norman at first drove the coal truck and later progressed to the store driver and deliveryman.
Norman was a very stable individual and intelligent, with a good education, he could have made something of himself. Rainey was the oldest of those who worked there. Rainey went to New York one time to seek his fortune. He came back about two years later looking for a job. When asked about New York he said those people don't even know that you are alive and could care less. But down here, I know I can always find a place to stay and can get something to eat. Rainey got drunk one time, and was robbed; stripped of all his clothes he had on, and left in a field. He woke up stark naked on a Sunday morning, and somehow got somebody to call me at home to please come to such and such a location and bring him some clothes.
When I got to the area where he was hiding with something for him to wear, all he had on that the thieves had left him was one sock. Rainey always came to my house on Christmas day.
He would say, I come for my Christmas present. Robert had several cronies who often hung around after the store closed. I think they sort of used it as old times did a country store. It was a good place to sit and talk and tell tall stories shoot the bull. Buzz Munds was one such crony. He grew up in Prentis Park and had known Robert since they were kids together.
Buzz was an alcoholic when he had the price but he was a good-hearted soul who would go out of his way to do a favor. Buck Jones was another crony. He lived in an upstairs apartment across the street from the store, and would come over as a place to sit and talk. George Brown from Newtown would also stop by occasionally. It was a real education to just sit and listen to that group swap experiences. I know some of their stories were out and out lies but they were still interesting.
Robert and Ralph ran the store and coal yard during the big depression when times were really hard. I almost followed Robert's footsteps in that I was put in the infantry and sent overseas in combat as soon as I finished basic training. Robert and Ralph suffered a terrific set back while operating the store. In August a big hurricane hit this area.
It hit on a high tide, which caused unusual flooding. The first floor of the store was under about three feet of salt water and everything at that time which was stored on the first floor was ruined. The store catered to the small backers in Portsmouth, which at the time was Cartright's, Caffee's, Wood's and Bodner's. As a result they carried flour in pound bags, sugar and salt in pound bags, etc. This was all stored on the first floor and ruined. I remember in the back area where sugar and salt was stored and which melted during the flooding, it was like walking in about three-inches of molasses, when the clean up began.
Robert's Essex, which was under a shed in the coal yard, and which had only about 10, miles on it was completely under water for several days and I think was eventually junked. As an idea of how drastic the flooding was, Willoughby Spit was completely under water from just beyond Harrison's Pier and the way to the end, Little Bay met Big Bay.
There was so much water in various areas of Ocean View Avenue east of the Amusement Park that vehicles could not get in or out. As the waves broke on shore the water would go down each side of the house. I love the people and the history. I have been captured by a place I came to under duress. Life does play some interesting tricks on one. My love and I were not apart more than 24 hours for 20 plus years. I never wanted to be anywhere but with him. He was a man to run the river with and was my biggest fan. I even splashed in a bit of the police action my readers know and love.
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She had dreamed of this moment her entire life, and now that it was becoming reality, she could hardly believe it. Even more incredible was the fact that she and her team were on the brink of a monumental discovery. They had detected a manmade tunnel that ran thirty-five feet beneath the ground and over 3, feet to the east. Alex stood at the opening of the hole with her site foreman, Jeff Webb; a hieroglyphics expert named Jasper Blair; and two of four laborers, Seth and Timal.
They would be responsible for lowering her down. She took a deep breath, preparing her mind for the descent and the cramped space. Her team had only dug out a well of about four feet in diameter. She wiped the back of her arm across her forehead to wick away the sweat that kept dripping down her face. She pinched her eyes shut, wishing she had her favorite blue sweatband from high school, when wearing one had been all the rage—back around the time when belonging to a Tape of the Month Club was the thing to do.
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Back home in northern Michigan, she rarely put her hair up, reserving that for times when she was focused on her work or studies, but in this part of the world, she often wore it up. Even a warm breeze on the back of her neck was better than none at all. Not that size was an issue for either of them.
She was lean and athletic, and while Jeff had a solid build, he was trim with narrow shoulders. Jeff moved behind her and tightened her harness. He loosened the restraints slightly. She managed to slip her fingers between the straps and her rib cage. He turned to face her again. In surround sound, actually. All right, one more thing. Alex nodded and looked down again. And while she might not battle with many fears, part of her was as terrified as she was excited about the prospect of setting foot where no one—besides Jeff briefly—had likely been in thousands of years.
She reached for the gold chain around her neck and pinched the tiny pendant that dangled from it. Out here in the desert, she needed all the help she could get. She kissed it and tucked it back beneath her shirt. Jeff pulled an LED flare from his back pocket, turned it on, and tossed it into the hole. Watching the light descend emphasized just how far down it was to the tunnel.
Once it hit the ground, Jeff rolled his hand toward Seth and Timal. More sweat dripped from her brow, and she wiped her forehead again. She looked around at her crew, steadying her thoughts and locking on to her resolve to make history. Great men and women made a habit of stepping outside their comfort zones, living on the edge, and testing out unchartered waters. And she wanted to be among them, to make a difference in the world by unearthing what remained of long gone great empires.
Sometimes that required delving into the unknown. She shook her fanciful musings aside. After all, they may not have discovered anything more than an empty tunnel. She sat on the ledge, dangling her legs inside the hole. She tugged on the rope secured to her harness, which was connected to a rigging system that Seth and Timal would use to lower her. She glanced at Seth and Timal, confident in their abilities to guide her safely down and back up again. And with one more look at Jeff, she pushed off, letting herself become suspended. Her heart thumped against her rib cage as she was lowered.
She reached out and touched the makeshift walls that her men had put in place to prevent a cave-in. Her fingertips brushed against some sand, and it was slightly cool to the touch, but the air around her was still hot. A few of the granules sprinkled down the shaft. About six feet beneath the ground, she felt incredibly alone. Although, it was also quiet and peaceful.
But the allure of what lie ahead silenced her anxiety. The winner will save the world by: Follow The Secret of the Lost Pharaoh Facebook event to keep current on the latest news, excerpts, and given more opportunities to win! Action-adventure books for the mystery lover. Does treasure hunting excite you? What about the thought of traveling the globe and exploring remote regions to uncover legends that the world has all but forgotten?
If so, strap yourself in for an adventure with modern-day archaeologist Matthew Connor and his two closest friends. Indiana Jones meets the twenty-first century. Carolyn Arnold is an international bestselling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series and has written nearly thirty books. Abby Parker planned out her whole life: But, that was before she broke into the nearby tourist attraction and unwittingly answered a call from a centuries-old spirit who dragged her into the 19th century.
Now she must solve a Victorian mystery without getting herself killed, or worse, spend a lifetime trapped in the past, leaving behind everyone she loves and altering their lives forever. When she meets gorgeous Benjamin, the future looks a lot like wreckage. I looked for a lock on the door but there wasn't one. All I needed was for Dr. Edgecombe to walk in and see me naked, even if he was a real doctor or a real delusion.
I stripped while listening for footsteps and placed my torn and dirty clothes in a pile beside the washbasin table. The porcelain pitcher was filled to the brim with water, seemingly prepared for unexpected guests. I poured it all into the basin. I dipped one of the cloths into the water and felt the ring slip to my knuckle. I ran the washcloth over my hands before scrubbing every other part of me. It was when I dried myself with the extremely scratchy towel that I noticed the sparkling luster of the ring's silver. I squinted at it uncertainly. Nothing made any sense. I needed to get into that bed.
Plopping onto the mattress, my body sank gently into the feathery stuffing until I was sure I'd never been that comfortable in my life. I opened my eyes, one at a time, to the ceiling. Still in Victorian Town. You must be famished. I must have slept for hours. I'll just be a few minutes. I have given you a respectful allotment of advance notice. The latch secured to the chest at the bottom of the bed was easy to open. However, the solid wood lid was heavier than I imagined and difficult to raise. I heaved until it stayed upright, then peered at the contents.
Linens and clothes in a multitude of colors and prints were folded with exactness and nestled in layers. On top of everything was a red dress. It had a fitted waist and a wide full skirt with buttons that ran up the front from the midsection to the lace trim on the collar. I then took out everything that looked like underwear and placed each item beside the dress. Every piece of clothing appeared lovingly cared for. There was nothing at all in the trunk that resembled a bra, and the closest thing to clean panties I was going to get were the pajama-style pantalettes Martha had mentioned. They reached almost to my ankles and were sewn together along the inside seam until reaching the crotch, where they were just, well, open, so I don't think spinster aunt had mended them very well.
Therefore, let me tell you about the author She lays the town out in fabulous detail. The clothes, the houses, the blacksmith, even the privy. The heroine, Abby, was born in modern times to an unhappy family. By placing a ring Abby found upon her finger, she ends up in the same town, only more than a hundred years earlier.
Thus, she returns to her own time soon after. To prove the point, she and her best friend research the town in modern time. However, when people that she loves in this past have futures that turn out less than what she wants, Abby returns to try and fix matters And the best of intentions are not a sure fix. Honestly couldn't put this book down. I kept telling myself "just one more chapter" but then I'd read five! Overall a really great read.
Abigail Parker chases her dog into a local tourist attraction and finds something he dug up. She ends up suddenly transported into the past, with a mystery to solve. Will her traveling backwards and forwards mess with history?? If so who will be affected?? This is a sweet innocent time-travel story. Our heroine is a teenager with an unhappy family life and a best friend who is not pleased with her new interest. An entertaining book for younger readers. Abby Parker is following her dog Riley when she finds a ring that takes her back in time to There she must solve a mystery regarding the disappearance of Elizabeth Edgecombe, the sister of her new friend Martha.
But when Abby takes off the ring she is back to the current time with her best friend Jess. The two work together to try and figure out what happened in the past. But when Abby meets Benjamin Dunstone in the past, where will Abby remain? I enjoyed this book and how Abby was torn between the two worlds and trying to do what she could to save those she cared about. Yet she found her friendship with Jess was starting to get strained as Jess was worried that Abby was going to change the past so that it would alter the future.
I thought it was great how the author explained everything in the past to Abby and how much of a hard time Abby had initially with adapting to everything. She thought it was a joke to begin with so it was pretty interesting how she realized the truth. I was super curious to see what was going to happen every time Abby went back after learning what was going to happen with the archives and how she did change certain things.
I wasn't really surprised at the end but part of me was as I really thought Jess would be involved. Nancy Thorne is an award-winning author of fiction inspired by the romance, courage and struggles of youth. Born and raised in a suburb of Toronto, she fostered a passion for creating stories in grade school but hid it much too well. Five years ago she stepped away from the pediatric health care field to pursue her lifelong dream of telling them. When she's not writing books or reading, she's dreaming.