Saturday, February 25, 2006

Martin Families in the 1900 Census-- Summerfield, Alabama

Also residing in Summerfield were the Callens family. Lucy Callens married Sol Green(e). The Green(e) family is cousins to the Martins. Other surnames related to both Martins and Green(e)s are: Ford, King and Phillips.


Isaiah 43:5-7 (Good New Bible), "..From the distant east and the farthest west I will bring your people home. I will tell the north to let them go and the south not to hold them back. Let my people return from distant lands, from every part of the world. They are my own people, and I created them to bring me glory."


Martin Families in the 1900 Census—Summerfield, Alabama



Jim Martin b. July 1872, farmer
married
Lucy Martin b. May 1880
children:
Frank b. Nov(?) 1896
Hubbard b. August 1898
Jordan b. July 1889

Next to

Julia Martin b. May 1882

Note: I also have an aunt named Julia Martin (born between 1881-1890). Julia Martin later married William Phillips and had a daughter named Sarah. Julia had a sister named Bama (I have not been able to find Bama in any of the records…it is possible that Bama is a nickname, and the name she was born with is Agnes?). Bama married a man with the last name of Dock and had a daughter named Jane. I am also related to a Luke Martin and a Jim (Martin or Greene).
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Emanuel Martin (African-American family, father is from Alabama, farmer)
married
Laura Martin (father is from North Carolina)
children:
George Ann b. 1873
Mary
Mack
b. 1874
Nannie b. 1876
Robert Lee b. 1878


Next to:

Jordan Martin b. 1846 (African-American family, father is from North Carolina, mother is from Virginia, farmer)
married
Jane (affectionately named “Judge”) Martin b. 1850 (both parents born in Virginia)
children:
Willie b. 1868
Sarah Jane b. 1871
James b. 1873
Agnes b. 1875

Note: Sarah Jane is the mother of my great-grandmother. She married Simon Robbins, a neighbor, and had a daughter named Mary Ella (also called “Mel”). My Martin relatives are buried at Wayman’s Chapel (near Four Mile Branch) and Elmwood Cemetery (Selma). Jordan Martin’s family and Emanuel Martin’s family are recorded as living close to each other in the 1880 census as well.

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Henry Martin b. 1797 (Euro-American family, father born in North Carolina, farmer)
married
Amanda Martin b. 1832 (father from Alabama, father is from Kentucky)

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William Martin
b. 1843 (African-American family, father born in South Carolina, farmer)
married
Dosia Martin b. 1850

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Bob Martin b. 1825 (African-American family, father from Virginia)
married
Rachel Martin b. 1835 (father from Virginia)
children:
Archie b. 1862
Mary b. 1866
Jimmie b. 1869
Bella b. 1874

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Joe Martin b. 1835 (African-American family, father from South Carolina)
married:
Caroline Eaves Martin b. 1835 (both parents from South Carolina)
Mother of Caroline Martin is Lucy Eaves (both parents from South Carolina)

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Alabama Church Fires-- A Letter to the Arsonists

For those setting fire to Alabama churches…


Faith is forged by fire. One day you will be called to the very flames you have set. On that day of judgment smoke will fill your lungs until you speak the truth, and are held accountable for what you have done. Until that day, you will carry a legacy of pain and ruin. Your conscious is scorched by your acts of arson. The only way to be free of this legacy is to turn yourself in. For every church you have set fire to, for every tear that has been shed, turn to God and beg for forgiveness. No person is beyond redemption. Then turn to the police, and confess your crimes. You will never be free from the horror of what you have done until you take responsibility for your actions, and seek to heal the hurt you have caused.


The churches you have set fire to are more than buildings, they are places where the community has come together to find support in God and in each other. Our ancestors have built these churches as a reminder for the values we believe in, and as a visible way we can connect to our heritage. These churches represent our devotion; as places where were shared sacred experiences with God—in prayer, in confession, in worship, in celebrations that marked our lives with a marriage, a Baptism or a funeral. For a time we will grieve. For a time we will be devastated. But our faith is strong, and cannot be kicked in. We now stand as pillars amid the ruins. We will rebuild. But understand we are much more than the church. As Christians, our work, our spirituality goes beyond the walls of the church. As Christians, we believe in hard work, charity and sacrifice. Our faith is a blazing flame that will kindle the world with the hope and redemption of God’s love.


At times faith is tested so that we may grow and mature. Remember the lesson of King Nebuchadnezzar who tried to get the people of Babylon to worship an empty statue made of gold. When Shadrach, Mesach and Abendago refused to bow down to the statue, King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to be thrown into a fiery furnace. These three brave men so believed that God would protect them that they did not fight, did not flee. King Nebuchadnezzar thought he would show God his might, and threw more kindling into the furnace so it burned seven times hotter. Then Shadrach, Mesach and Abendago where thrown into the furnace while still alive. The flames were so hot that they burned up the guards who threw them in, and their bodies writhed and turned to ash. Shadrach, Mesach and Abendago fell into the heart of the fire unharmed. They did not burn or even smell of smoke. God had sent an angel to protect them. Shadrach, Mesach and Abendago walked out of that furnace even stronger, filled with the fire of faith. King Nebuchadnezzar tore down all the idols and ordered that all the people of Babylon worship the one, true God. Many people have been hurt by the fires you have set. Many communities were devastated by the loss. What remains, untouched and pure, is our faith. With faith working through us, we will overcome this challenge. I believe that God will transform the hurt, anger and grief to serve a greater purpose.


The fires you set will not redeem you or ease your pain. Faith cannot be forced by kicking open doors or setting fire to churches. Faith is a choice, and the dedication to stick with that choice even when you are challenged. You are hiding now but God knows what you have done, and one day you will be held accountable. On that day of judgment you have two choices: to stand in fear or to stand strong, knowing that you have committed a terrible wrong but have taken responsibility for your actions, and worked to heal the hurts you have caused. You can spend the rest of your life lying and hiding. I guarantee that choice will not make you happy, and you will carry a terrible weight in your conscious. You will forever be alone because you will be hiding a secret that will keep you from getting close to anyone—not your family, not your spouse, not your children. Or you can make a change—starting now. Walk into a police station and confess your crimes. If you take responsibility for setting the churches on fire, and work towards justice, your life will be transformed. To take that step, you must confess your crimes—every fire that you have set. Turn away from darkness, from hurting others. Let the fire of faith light your life.


Thoughts on Fire & Faith:

“Let your fire feed on all my disbelief. Cause you are all I need. You’re contagious, like a blaze I can’t contain. It never fades away; it’s sunshine through the rain. That’s what your love is. “
– Krystal Meyers, Fire. www.krystalmeyers.com


Psalm 146:5-9 (Good News Bible),” Happy is the man who has the God of Jacob to help him and who depends on the Lord his God, the Creator of heaven, earth, and sea, and all that is in them. He always keeps his promises; he judges in favor of the oppressed and gives food to the hungry. The Lord sets prisoners free and gives sight to the blind. He lifts those who have fallen and loves his righteous people. He protects the strangers who live in our land; he helps the widows and orphans, but ruins the plans of the wicked.”


“If you are a friend of God, fire is your water. You should wish to have a hundred thousand sets of mothwings, so you could burn them away, one set a night. The moth sees the light and goes into the fire. You should see fire and go toward the light. Fire is what of God is world-consuming. Water, world-protecting.” –Rumi, The Question.

1 Peter, Chapter 1:6-8 "In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials that the genuiness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ, whom having not seen you love. Though now you do not see Him, yet believing you rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, receiving the end of your faith--the salvation of your souls."


Lynn Mari, ©2006



Update:

Matthew Cloyd, Russel DeBusk Jr and Benjamin Mosely have been charged with setting fire to several churches in Bibb County, Green County, Pickens County and Sumter County, Alabama. Charge two of the indictment deals with the arson of Ashby Baptist Church in Brierfield. Five of the churches that were burned were destroyed, four were damaged. All the churches had similiar patterns in how the fires were set around the alter. The three friends said they began to set fires as a "joke". When the arson investigation began to intensify Cloyd, Mosely and DeBusk set fires in other counties to divert attention, in an attempt to throw the investigation off their trail. Despite the attempt at creating a diversion, forensic evidence led ATF investigators to the culprits. Tire tracks from Cloyd's Toyota were found at the scene of six church fires.

Thank you to the ATF, police fire investigators and prosecutors who are working on this case! Also want to extend my thanks to those offering their prayers, and those who assisted this investigation with leads or information.


AOL News - Three Students Arrested in Alabama Church Fires

FindLaw: Federal Arson Charges Against 3 Suspects Accused of Setting Fire to Alabama Churches
http://news.findlaw.com/hdocs/docs/arson/uscloyd30806cmp.html

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

First Love, First Valentine by CiBelle


First Love, First Valentine

February is here and love is in the air.
Red and pink hearts showing up everywhere.

As I ponder on this coming valentine Day,
There are some things I just have to say.

You, Mama, were my very first love,
I was your daughter sent from God above.

It is important that I express my heart,
For that’s where you have been
right from the start.

I have spent sixty-one Valentines here on Earth.
The first was three months before my birth.

There was no pretty heart-shaped balloon,
For I was snuggled safe within your womb.

Our two hearts beat as one,
Your gift of love I had become.

Your eyes were the first I looked into,
As your arms held me close to you.

From the moment your eyes met mine,
Our hearts were forever intertwined.

Soul to soul our love did grow,
Beyond the depth either of us were to know.

They say wisdom comes with age,
As shown from the words upon this page.

Mama, my love for you will forever shine,
For you will always be my first Valentine.




Happy Valentines 2006
All My Love Now & Forever, Your “Sweet Glad”
GlaDienne “CiBelle of the One Heart” ©2006

Sunday, February 05, 2006

My First Christmas Without Momma

As the tears fell down
Like snow upon my face
No marker on your grave
As I stood in this empty place

Momma, if I could hold you now
As you once held me
A broken heart, a name up in lights
for the entire town to see

So alone, not invited to your memorial
By my supposed family
Momma if I could hold you now…
But am only comforted by memory

In your final days
There was so much pain
No food, no water
I begged for just a drop of rain

Momma, a dream has haunted me
Please help me understand
The images calling out to me--
My small hand held by a much larger hand

When the hand let go
I began to pray
I never have felt so alone
Two days later you slipped away

Momma, I searched for you
An unmarked grave buried in snow
Please help me forgive
So in spring my heart will grow.


Lynn Mari, ©2006