Texas State Legislators – To Whom It May Concern

By Linda Stewart, 2 June 2021

Every morning I peruse numerous news sites reading the titles of articles to see if there is something that I should be informed about.  Imagine my reaction when I read several articles about the Texas Democratic Legislators who walked out of session because they did not want to vote on Senate Bill 7.  Shocked, Appalled, Anger … are a few of the adjectives to describe my reaction.  Well, anger has set in and it is not leaving!

Seriously people???  What are you?  Three year olds, who are throwing a temper tantrum on the playground.  You are an adult Texan, and Texans don’t act like this.  Adults sit down and discuss issues.  If an issue cannot be resolved, you take a break, pray about the issue and ask the Lord to direct your path.  If you don’t believe in the Lord, then hire a third party mediator.  You don’t text your fellow Democrats “Members, take your key and leave the chamber discreetly. Do not go to the gallery. Leave the building.” and hide “Democrats chose a hideout that was unmistakable in meaning: Mt. Zion Baptist Church, a Black house of worship more than 2 miles away.”  “‘Leave the building’: Texas walkout escalates voting battles”  https://abcnews.go.com/Politics/wireStory/leave-building-texas-walkout-escalates-voting-battles-78007960

Texas governor Abbot has threatened to defund state legislature after Democrats block voting bill as well he should.  If you worked at McDonald and you talked your friends into walking off the job before their shift was over, do you think the Manager of McDonald would pay you a day’s pay?   No!  You did not work therefore you do not get paid.

So what is Senate Bill 7?  It is a bill that includes provisions to limit early voting hours, curtail local voting options and further tighten voting by mail, and includes a new ID requirement for mail-in ballots.  If you would like to read the bill, here’s a link https://legiscan.com/TX/text/SB7/id/2350158

If you would like to know who the Democratic Texas Legislative Leaders are, here is a link to their website.  https://www.texasdemocrats.org/our-party/leaders/electeds/

After writing this my anger has subsided, but my disappointment has not.  It does not matter what party you affiliate yourself with.   The fact is each of you swore an oath to faithfully execute the duties of the office of the State of Texas.  You broke that oath when you walked out of the Capitol and hid in a church building.  Shame on you all!

IN THE NAME AND BY THE AUTHORITY OF THE STATE OF TEXAS, I, , do solemnly swear (or affirm), that I will faithfully execute the duties of the office of the State of Texas, and will to the best of my ability preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States and of this State, so help me God.

Has Cure For Tuberculosis

Dr. Benjamin S. Paschall, M.D. Declares He Has Found New Way To Fight Disease.

By Linda Stewart, 21 March 2020

Dr. Benjamin Stuart Paschall (ID= B2a81172) is a descendant from the Thomas Paschall line.  (Benjamin Stuart, Samuel Edward, Stephen, Thomas Jacob, Stephen, Stephen, Thomas, and Thomas.)  Dr. Benjamin, the son of Samuel Edward Paschall and Elizabeth Caroline Roberts, was born on 12 February 1879 in Buck Co., PA, died on 22 November 1946 in King Co., WA[i]. Benjamin was married first to Rose Garfield on 30 March 1907 in King Co., WA, and secondly to Myrtle Hedman on 10 January 1941 also in King Co., WA[ii].

Photo of Benjamin Stuart Paschall with his sister Mary Paschall.  Taken on 25 September 1903 in Seattle, Washington upon completion of hiking from San Francisco to Seattle along the Pacific Coast Trail.  Photo courtesy of T. MacMillan.

Crenshaw County News, (Luverne, Alabama), Tuesday, March 18, 1920, Page 1

New York – Many physicians of this city have shown interest in a treatment for all forms of tuberculosis developed by Dr. Benjamin S. Paschall, formerly of Seattle, now of New York, and asserted by him to be more effective than quinine is for malaria.

Tuberculosis is not thrown off easily by the body as many other infections are, according to Doctor Paschall, because the term manufactures for itself a capsule of wax which gives it a high degree of protection from the natural powers of the blood to digest and destroy germs and other foreign substances.

The problem which confronted him at the beginning of his research in 1907, according to Doctor Paschall, was to find a method of increasing the power of the blood to digest the wax of tuberculosis germs.

The theory which Doctor Paschall finally adopted was analogous to the use of iron as a tonic.  The blood does not digest iron.  But iron, treated with certain acids, makes a compound which the blood can digest.  Doctor Paschall set out, he said, to combine the wax with chemicals into a substance which the blood could absorb.   His object was to cause the blood to manufacture digestive juices which after absorbing this compound, would remain in the blood to break up the expel the wax of the tuberculosis germs.

Dr. Paschall, then, according to his statement, devoted himself to the study of waxes and sent all over the world for different types.  The analysis of the tubercle wax showed that a great many substances entered into its composition.

He produced his first treatment in 1908.  After various experiments on guinea pigs and other animals he became satisfied that he had discovered a valuable therapeutic agency, and his first human patient was himself.  He had been a sufferer from tuberculosis, and he believes that he cured himself with injections of the compound which he had then made.

The theory on which the treatment was worked out resembles that on which salvarsan was developed, although differing in some particulars.  Doctor Ehrlich, who announced his discover in 1910, which a coal-tar compound which stained the parasite which he sought to destroy, but did not stop its activity.  He combined that chemical with arsenic constituents.  This compound, in staining the parasite, released the poison which destroyed its action, without hurting the human body.  This process is reversed by Doctor Paschall, who possessed the latent enemy of tuberculosis in the wax, but had to find chemical combinations which would make it available.  His “mycoleum” differs also in that it is a combination of chemical and bacteriological products, whereas salvarsan is a union of chemicals only.  And, while salvarsan attacks the parasite directly, the mycoleum is supposed to excite the blood to make the attack.

He at first used the treatment only in the case of persons in advanced stages of tuberculosis, who asked for it.  Even in the advanced stages Doctor Paschall claims a large record of recoveries.

[i] Washington Death Certificate # 4971, 1907-1960. Salt Lake City, Utah: FamilySearch Film Number: 2032518

Shoemaker, Benjamin H.  “Genealogy of the Shoemaker Family of Cheltenham, Pennsylvania.”  PA: J.B. Lippincott Co., p. 445.

Anderson, Bart, ed.  “The Sharples-Sharpless Family : Volume 1”.  West Chester, PA,  Page 333.

[ii] Washington State Archives; Olympia, Washington; Washington Marriage Records, 1854-2013; Reference Number: kingcoarchmr_10353

Washington State Archives; Olympia, Washington; Washington Marriage Records, 1854-2013; Reference Number: kingcoarchmcvol87_547

Harper, Franklin.  “Who’s Who On The Pacific Coast”.  Los Angeles, CA: Harper Publishing Co. 1913, Page 445.

Bessie Paschal’s Luck

By Linda Stewart, 17 March 2020

Atlanta Constitution – Judge Paschal was a Georgian who emigrated to Texas many years ago.  In the Lone Star state he rose to distinction as a lawyer.  The singular career of his daughter is attracting attention.  According to a Washington correspondent, Bettie Paschal, not yet 30 years of age, was the former wife of handsome Frank Gassaway, (Derrick Dowd), of the San Francisco Post.  He married her when he was cashier of the First National Bank of Washington City.  His brother was some years a doctor in the revenue marine service in Philadelphia.

Bessie, who was a beautiful woman, did not live happily with Frank.  They parted and were subsequently divorced.  The fruit of this union was a handsome boy, now 13 years of age.  Bessie then married Captain Wright of the regular army.  He committed suicide shortly after by shooting himself in the head.  Mrs. Wright then went to New York, where she was appointed a clerk in the post office, through the influence of General Grant who knew her father well, and who was a staunch Texas Unionist.   Sometime after Mrs. Wright tried the stage under an assumed name, but did not succeed. In the meantime she was writing for various newspapers under many nom de plumes, and because a sort of reviser of literary productions in manuscript in the establishments of Frank Leslie and the Harpers.

Mrs. Wright was for a time engaged to be married to William Henry Hurlbut, lat of the New York World, but for some reason or other the engagement was broken off, and Mr. Hurlbut became the husband of an English heiress.  Last summer the cable told of the marriage of Thomas Power O’Connor, member of parliament for Galway, Ireland, to Mrs. Wright, an American authoress.  It has just leaked out that Bessie Paschal Gassaway Wright is the happy woman.  Her distinguished father, the author of Paschal’s “Annotations of the Constitution,” was married to his fourth wife at the age of 60 years, and was a handsome, dignified looking man.  He died a year ago in Washington.  Lawrence Daily Journal (Lawrence, Kansas), Sat., Oct. 3, 1885, Page 2

Additional Sources:

O’Connor, Elizabeth Paschal.  “I Myself.”  New York & London: G.P. Putman & Sons. 1914.  (Picture of Elizabeth, courtesy of “I Myself” book.)

O’Connor,  Elizabeth Paschal.   “My Beloved South.”  New York & London: G.P. Putman & Sons. 1913.   (Both autobiographies may be read through Google Books.)

Handbook of Texas Online, Fannie E. Ratchford, “O’CONNOR, ELIZABETH PASCHAL,” accessed March 17, 2020, http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/foc12.

The Galveston Daily News (Galveston, Texas), Friday, 16 Mar 1928, Page 4.  Obituary of Emily Agnes Paschal McNeir, half sister of Elizabeth.  “She is survived by one sister, Teresa Elizabeth Paschal (Mrs. T. P. O’Connor) of New York city”, etc.

A Murderer At Ten

The Youngster Gets Three Years In The Reform School.

By Linda Stewart, 18 March 2020

Fort Smith, Arkansas – February 22. – Dan Paschall, a 10-year-old boy, was today convicted of murder in Judge Parker’s court.  The crime for which Paschall was convicted was the killing of Arthur Berry at Kreba, L. I.  [Krebra, OK, nickname is “Little Italy.”] Several boys were passing the home of the defendant and threw rocks at him.  This so incensed the little fellow that he took his father’s gun and fired at them, resulted in the death of one of the number.  Judge Parker sentenced Paschall to three years’ confinement in the Reform School, District of Columbia.  He is one of the youngest murderers on record.  Daily Arkansas Gazette, (Little Rock, Arkansas), Thur. Feb. 23, 1893, Page 1, and The LaFayette Sun, (LaFayette, Alabama), Wed, 01 March 1893, Page 3.  No other information has been located for Dan.

Dan Paschall, Defendant Jacket #426, witnesses subpoena were Sam Paschall, Phillip Magdalena, H. Abshire, and P. F. Ruff.

Source:  Defendant Jacket Files for U.S. District Court Western Division of Arkansas, Fort Smith Division, 1866 – 1900. Dan Paschall, Jacket Number: 426.  Records of District Courts of the United States, 1685 – 2004, ARC ID: 201532. Record Group Number 21. The National Archives at Fort Worth. Fort Worth, Texas, U.S.A.

Beware Of Leap Year Proposals

by Linda Stewart, 26 February 2020

Harrisburg Telegraph, (Harrisburg, Pennsylvania), Tuesday, June 30, 1908, Page 1

Philadelphia, June 30. — A leap year proposal made by Miss Carrie Moyer, a young Harrisburg girl, only a short while after she had made the acquaintance of Isadore Paschall, son of Samuel Paschall, formerly a furniture dealer at 428 Jackson street, was indirectly responsible for the arrest of the young man by Richard Doyle, a City Hall detective, who held a warrant charging him with the larceny of $265 in money from his father.

Paschall left his father’s home a week ago Friday, taking with him, it is said, $265 in cash and about $400 in checks.  The money had been gathered by the father to meet certain obligations which had been placed in the hands of the sheriff by his creditors.  The money was tied in a handkerchief and hidden beneath the mattress of a bed.

When it disappeared Paschall’s son was missed.  The police searched in vain for him and it was not until the father received the following note that a trace of the youth was obtained: “Dear Dad — Send more money, Harry is out of work.  Your Daughter-in-law.”

The father, who had been sold out by the sheriff, after his son disappeared, was greatly surprised upon the receipt of this note and he hastened to the Detective Bureau.  The note was dated from Steelton, and Saturday Dole hastened to that place.

After inquiry in Steelton, Paschall and his bride were located at 520 Lincoln street.  Paschall was taken into custody, and, according to Doyle, he admitted taking his father’s money.  He said he had spent it furnishing a home and buying his wife clothes.

Paschall was not at all reticent about his romance.  He said that after he had left his father’s home, he went to Harrisburg.  While there he met Carrie Moyer.  He told her it is declared, that he was a runaway from home and showed her his money.  He told her also that he had more.  Then came a surprising proposal from the girl. “You have no home, let us get married,” she said.

Paschall agreed and the couple went to the home of a preacher and were married.  After the ceremony they went to live in Steelton.  Money went fast and when the cash was gone, the bride wrote the note, which gave the detectives their clue.

Paschall was brought to this city by Doyle.  But when the elder Paschall saw his son, this morning, he agreed to forgive the boy and at a hearing before Magistrate Beaton, the charge was withdrawn and Paschall was discharged.

According to the detectives, Mrs. Paschall, the young bride, is on her way to this city to join her husband.  Mr. Paschall, the lad’s father, has had several misfortunes lately.  Only a month ago, he complained to the detectives that he had been robbed of nearly $1,000.  The robbery was a mysterious one, and the police never located the thief.

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The Paschall’s featured in this newspaper article are not descendants of either William or Thomas.  They are later immigrants to America.

Records show Harry I. Pascal’s middle name as Isadore and Irwin.  His father Samuel, was the son of Louis and Sarah Pascal.  Samuel was born on 17 December 1862 in Romania, and died 19 December 1914 in Conshohocken, Montgomery Co., PA[i].  He, his wife, and son Charles immigrated to America in 1885 or 1886.  Samuel became a naturalized citizen on 27 May 1898 in New York, Kings Co., NY, where he was a harness maker by trade[ii].  Samuel and his wife would have three more children all born in New York: Harry I., Bernard, and David.  It would appear that Samuel’s wife died.  He was married secondly to Mrs. Dora Wildermun, who was born ca 1865 in Russia and immigrated in 1892.  Dora’s daughter, Elizabeth Wildermun, was born in 1894 in New York[iii].

It would appear that Carrie’s 1908 leap year marriage proposal did not last.  Later records show that by 1912, Harry was married to Marion B. Shinas.[iv].  She was born ca 1895 in Austria.  In 1920, they were living in Washington DC, along with their three children Frances Pearl, Charles Morton “Buck”, and Sylvia Leona[v]. In 1930, the family was living in Philadelphia, PA[vi].  In 1940, they were empty nesters living in Maryland[vii].  Harry was born 1 May 1888 in New York and died 2 March 1951[viii].

[i] Pennsylvania Historic and Museum Commission; Harrisburg, Pennsylvania; Pennsylvania (State). Death certificates, 1906–1967; Samuel A. Pascal, Certificate #115587.

[ii] National Archives and Records Administration (NARA); Washington, D.C.; Soundex Index to Petitions for Naturalizations Filed in Federal, State, and Local Courts in New York City, 1792-1906 (M1674); Microfilm Serial: M1674; Microfilm Roll: 207.

National Archives and Records Administration; Washington, DC; NAI Title: Index to Petitions for Naturalizations Filed in Federal, State, and Local Courts in New York City, 1792-1906; NAI Number: 5700802; Record Group Title: Records of District Courts of the United States, 1685-2009; Record Group Number: RG 21.

[iii] Year: 1900; Census Place: Manhattan, New York, New York; Page: 17; Enumeration District: 0039; FHL microfilm: 1241081.

Year: 1910; Census Place: Conshohocken Ward 1, Montgomery, Pennsylvania; Roll: T624_1377; Page: 7A; Enumeration District: 0072; FHL microfilm: 1375390.

[iv] Marien Shinas married Harry Patten on 27 August 1911 in Washington DC.  District of Columbia, Marriages, 1830-1921. Salt Lake City, Utah: FamilySearch, 2013, FHL Film # 2108514, Ref. ID: p 37, cn 54037.  Another reference gives FHL Film # 2051876, Ref. ID:                54037.

[v] Year: 1920; Census Place: Washington, Washington, District of Columbia; Roll: T625_206; Page: 9B; Enumeration District: 76

[vi] Year: 1930; Census Place: Philadelphia, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; Page: 19A; Enumeration District: 0423; FHL microfilm: 2341853

[vii] Year: 1940; Census Place: Montgomery, Maryland; Roll: m-t0627-01554; Page: 4A; Enumeration District: 16-25

The National Archives at St. Louis; St. Louis, Missouri; World War II Draft Cards (Fourth Registration) for the State of Maryland; Record Group Title: Records of the Selective Service System; Record Group Number: 147; Series Number: M1939

[viii] Social Security Applications and Claims, 1936-2007.

“To Those I Love”

by Linda Stewart, 4 September 2019

Isla Paschall Richardson (1885-1971) was the daughter of John Monroe Paschall (Samuel, Silas, John, William) and Daretula Dewitt Sanders.  John was a Professor at the University in Nashville and Daretula was a music teacher.   Isla became a noted author and poet.  When Frank Sinatra died, the movie star, Gregory Peck, recited Isla’s poem “To Those I Love” at his funeral.  Peck said he chose the poem as a tribute to Frank’s widow, Barbara, who made his old friend happy for almost 25 years.

“To Those I Love” by Isla Paschall Richardson

If I should ever leave you whom I love

To go along the silent way,

Grieve not,

Nor speak of me with tears,

But laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there.

 

(I’d come – I’d come, could I but find a way!

But would not tears and grief be barriers?)

And when you hear a song

Or see a bird I loved,

Please do not let the thought of me be sad

For I am loving you just as I always have

You were so good to me!

 

There are so many things I wanted still to do

So many things to say to you

Remember that I did not fear

It was just leaving you that was so hard to face

We cannot see beyond

But this I know;

I love you so

‘twas heaven here with you!

 

Paschal Comes From Nowhere To Put Pro Giants in Playoff

by Linda Stewart, 27 August 2019

The Tribune (Coshocton, Ohio), Sunday, Dec. 19, 1943, Pg 9

Paschal Comes From Nowhere To Put Pro Giants in Playoff by Sam Davis

New York – Dazed and amazed by it all, William Avner Paschal Jr., who was out two years after playing all of three minutes of college football – as a freshman – as the National league’s leading ground gainer.

Shy, blond and blue-eyed Bill Paschal came from nowhere as a nobody to put the New York Giants in the eastern division playoff for the right to battle the Chicago Bears for the championship.

The recurrence of a knee injury suffered while starring for Tech high of Atlanta put the 22-year-old, six-foot, 1930-pound Paschal on the sideline at Georgia Tech, where he matriculated on a scholarship.  Bill Alexander knew what he had.

“Oddly enough, smiles the personable Paschal, who is just a big kid. “I didn’t hurt the knee playing football.  I hurt it falling out of a double-decker bed while asleep at the University of Georgia, where my high school team was having fall practice.”

Young Paschal made the all city, state and southern teams in 1929, was coached by Gabe Tolbert, who turned out such luminaries as Tom Hargrove of Alabama and Stumpy Thomason of Georgia Tech.

Christmas of 1940 found Paschal minus the knee cartilage.  Georgia Tech paid the bill, but Bill married comely Carolyn [Brown], whom he met in college, had to drop out of school to be a bread winner, worked in the railroad yards.  From the time of his operation until August of this year, Paschal did not have a football in his hands.  But he possessed campus fever, hung around the Tech grounds, elbowing and chewing the fat with youngsters who would have been classmates.  Last March Coach Alexander asked Paschal if he would be interested in returning to football.  “Sure,” said Bill, “if my knee –”

Alexander buzzed Grantland Rice, who wrote Steve Owen.  Paschal arrived in New York in May, got a job in Brooklyn shipyard.

Professional players of any kind – especially the football variety – are hard to get these days, so you can imagine Stout Steve Owen’s delight when at Bear Mountain in August the unheralded  unknown snapped right into it – as tho he’d been playing all the while.  Whatta pickup!

Modest Bill Paschal gives all credit to Tuffy Leemans.  The Giants have the old college try, he points out, are nervous and tense before each game, fight for death ole Steve.  The lad talks with a pronounced southern accent.

Paschal played only briefly when Sid Luckman set records as the Bears smothered the Polo Grounders, 56-7, was grounded for practically three full games as the result of injuring his ankle in the match with Green Bay.  Yet he carried oftener than any other back in the circuit – 147 times for 572 yards and an average of 3.9.

Paschal assisted in coaching Trinity high of New York this fall, will be head man next season.  He is anxious to complete his education, plans to be a college coach.  At home he fiddles with a motion picture camera just purchased, taking shots of Billy III and Diane, eight weeks.

He is fond of mother’s cooking especially southern fried chicken, but his pretty missus better not hear of this.

His only idiosyncrasy is that his socks must be neatly straight in football shoes that fit perfectly, which is precisely how Bill Paschal fits into professional football.

William Avner “Billy” Paschal Jr., inducted in the Georgia Sports Hall of Fame in 1979 for Football.  Georgia Tech Football Letterman ’42.  Pro Football with the New York Giants ’43-’47 and the Boston Yanks ’47-’48  Paschal became the first player to win back-to-back rushing championships in the NFL, gaining 572 yards in nine games his rookie year and 737 yards in 10 games his second year.  Named the Rookie of the Year in ’43 when he scored 12 touchdowns.  Named All Pro ’43, ’44, ’45.  He played through the 1948 season and had 2,430 yards for his career.  For more information , read the news article “Pascal Comes From Nowhere To Put Pro Giants in Playoff.”

William Jr. (William Sr., Samuel Pinkney, John, Ward Edmund, John Seth, Samuel, William), born in Atlanta, GA  (28 May 1921 – 25 May 2003) to William Avner Paschal Sr. and Mary Thelma Strickland.  He married Carolyn Louise Brown and they had a son and four daughters.

 

Sources: http://georgiasportshalloffame.com/site/our-inductees/

The Tribune, (Coshocton, Ohio), Sunday, Dec. 19, 1943, Pg 9

Republican and Herald, (Pottsville, Pennsylvania), Wednesday, Dec. 15, 1943, Pg 8

Obituary – Associated Press Archive – Tuesday, May 27, 2003

California’s Big Basin Redwoods State Park

by Linda Stewart, 13 August 2019

Emily Lavisa Paschall Dool (Dennis Potter, John T., Anderson, Dennis, William), was raised on a ranch in the Zayante district in the San Lorenzo valley in California.  Her father Dennis Potter Paschall acquired 143 acres in 1872.  His property was located in the area of the Big Basin Redwoods State Park.  Established in 1902, it is the oldest state park in California.  Emily married William H. Dool, who became the second warden of the Big Basin Redwoods State Park.  He established the roads, trails, and campsites that are still used today. She grew up looking at this beautiful landscape.

     

Pictures courtesy of https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Basin_Redwoods_State_Park

Below is William’s obituary, which describes his incredible life.

W. H. Dool, Warden of State Big Basin Park, Dies At Boulder Creek – William H. Dool, 20 years warden of the state redwood park at the Big Basin, in the northern part of this county, died suddenly of a heart attack last night at his residence in Boulder Creek. The body was today at Wessendorf’s mortuary and it was said that funeral services will probably be held Wednesday afternoon from his home in Boulder Creek, although the plans had not been definitely completed. Mr. Dool had been a resident of Boulder Creek for more than half a century.  In his younger days he worked as a “flume walker” to watch and keep in repair the old flume which carried lumber down the San Lorenzo valley from a point five miles above Boulder Creek to Felton, where it was loaded on the trains of the old narrow gauge railroad.  Born in Ottawa, Canada, June 30, 1857, he worked for a short time in the timber producing regions of Michigan until he came to California, where he first operated a hog ranch at what is now the intersection of Fourth and Santa Clara streets in San Jose.

Fifty-three years ago he came to Boulder Creek, where he had made his home since.  He became the first butcher in Boulder Creek, opening a meat market on the main street of Boulder Creek with A. H. Stagg as his partner.  Later Mr. Dool sold his interests to his partner.  In 1888 Mr. Dool was married to Miss Emma L. Paschall, whose parents [Dennis Potter Paschall and Lavisa Ellen Francis] owned a ranch in the Zayante district in the San Lorenzo valley. 

For the past twenty years Mr. Dool has been warden of the big Basin state reserve and made countless numbers of friends among those who came to the park.  In 1911 Mr. Dool succeeded S. H. Rambo, who had been warden of the park for only a short while, taking that position when the reserve was set aside as a state park.  When Mr. Dool became warden of Big Basin there were not even any roads leading into the state park.  All of the present entrances and trails have been constructed during his administration.  The Big Basin Inn, the cottages, the warden’s office and the social hall were all erected under his supervision.  Scenic trails were laid out and the unusual trees named and marked. From a jungle of trees and heavy underbrush, the state park has become one of the most attractive in the state, under the direction of its warden.

Mr. Dool took an active interest in all civic affairs of his community, leading all movements for the betterment of the town.  He was an active member of the Santa Cruz order of I.O.O.F, a member for many years of the Foresters of America of Santa, a member of the Santa Cruz blue lodge No. 38 F. & A. M., … He took an active interest in the Boulder Creek volunteer fire department, the improvement club, the San Lorenzo Valley chamber of commerce and the Boulder Creek community church.  Many of the families of Boulder Creek will remember Mr. Dool with an added appreciation, for he was always the first of offer assistance to any one in need.  His charitableness and kindliness was known throughout the San Lorenzo valley.  Mr. Dool was president of the board of trustees of the Boulder Creek community church for a number of years.  Mr. Dool is survived by his wife, two daughters, Mrs. Arthur Watters of Boulder Creek and Mrs. Tom Cullen of Huntington Park; a sister living in Canada, and a brother in Pennsylvania.

Dool had walked to town early yesterday evening to purchase groceries for the lunch he planned to take to the park with him this morning.  He walked briskly up the steep hill to his home and it is believed that he over-exerted himself.  He picked up the paper to read before the fireplace and dropped suddenly to the hearth.  Death came almost instantly.  Dr. R. B. Hoag of Boulder Creek was called, but Mr. Dool was dead before he arrived. Santa Cruz Evening News, (Santa Cruz, CA) – Monday, December 7, 1931, Page 3.

 

 

An Unselfish Act

by Clarence McDaniel, 5 August 2019, Casa Grande, AZ

This is a true story of Alexander Paschall (Hx) and his wife, Susannah Morgan.

Alex (Elisha, William) was born in Caswell Co., NC, as was his wife, Susannah. He was a distiller of whisky, and could write his name very well as evidenced by his signatures on deeds. About 1832, he and his wife, and children moved west to Henry Co., TN, then to Weakley Co., TN. where he bought land. He was well off from the sale of whisky and decided to have a home built. This home was later called, a mansion, as it was elaborate for the area.

In later years it was the subject of an article published in a Weakley Co. newspaper, ca 192x.

In this same newspaper was published an interesting story of the same family. It is this story I will relate here.

It seems the people living in Weakley, for the most part, were very poor farmers, their wives had only one dress to wear to go to church. They wore daily, dresses made from dyed gunny sack and these were often ripped and very patched up.

When their home was finished, Susannah, decided she wanted to celebrate by giving a party and invited the neighbors to it.

This caused a problem and the neighbor wives met at Susannah’s house to explain the situation. It seems they felt they could not go because they had nothing to wear, being unwilling to go in their Sunday dress.

Susannah had six dresses and she suggested they all meet at her house and alter (temporarily) the other 5 dresses for the ladies to wear to the party.

This was done and the party was a huge success.

Note: The newspaper was published at the county seat; a lady in Weakley then published articles from the paper for genealogical purposes in the local Weakley genealogical society where I accessed them. All this is from my memory; I had copies/photos in my notes which I gave to the Henry Co., TN Genealogical Society Library where they are today.   https://www.henrycountygenealogy.org/

A Mystery Cleared

by Linda Stewart, 30 July 2019

Chicago, August 22, 1892 – The Times states that the young woman who, according to the evening papers, was left at the detention hospital on Wednesday a “raving maniac” by a young man giving an assumed name, was in reality Miss Lillian C. Paschal, a reporter for The Times, who had been sent to the hospital to investigate certain charges against the institution.  The treatment of the helpless inmates, according to her experience, borders upon brutality, but the worst feature brought to light was the amazing stupidity of the physicians in failing to detect the ruse.  Argus-Leader, (Sioux Falls, South Dakota), Mon. Aug. 22, 1892, Page 2

Around the turn of the 20th century, Lillian Catherine Paschal was an undercover reporter for the New York Times.  She wrote and published many stories.  Born in 1874 in Winfield, Iowa, she was the daughter of James W. Paschal and Mary Jane Hale.  Lillian married Guy Warren Day on 2 May 1908 in Manhattan, New York, the son of Buel H. Day and Mary B. Whitcomb.  Guy died suddenly in 1911. Per his obituary in The Burlington Clipper, (Burlington, Vermont), 18 May 1911, Thu, Page 4, he and Lillian had no children.  In 1940, Lillian was listed on the Los Angeles Co., census as a writer of songs, stages, and stories.  Lillian died on 15 December 1958 and was buried in the Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, Los Angeles Co., CA, PLOT: Eventide, Map 1, Lot 141, Space 1.

Lillian’s father, James W. Paschal, was the son of Joseph Paschal and ? Ramsey.  He married Mary Jane Hale on 19 December 1861 in Henry Co., Iowa.  According to the Census records, James and family were living in Scott, Henry Co., Iowa in 1870, in Union, Grant Co., Iowa in 1880.  James was born ca 1842 in Ohio.  He was a farmer in Iowa.  Their children were Howard T., Clyde P., Eugena, Mary, Eva Irene, and Lillian Catherine.  He married secondly to Miss Lydia A. Hale in 1895 in Creston, Union Co., Iowa and their child was Roy Blakeway Paschal.  According to the 1856 Iowa State Census Collection, Joseph Paschal was born ca 1800 in Virginia and he was a clergyman.