I came by my love of family history honestly. My grandmother was kind of obsessed with
relatives, particularly the dead ones. I
think she had seen so much death in her life, outliving my grandfather and half
of her children, her siblings as well as other relatives and friends that death
and dead people weren’t far from her mind.
As child I spent my summers with my maternal grandmother and my aunt
Cleo and almost every week there was talk of this relative or that relative.
The majority of my summer stay was usually divided between my grandmother’s home and my aunt and uncle’s home. While at my grandmother’s house I would stare at the walls in her bedroom. There was a large oval shaped picture of my grandfather that hung on the left hand side of the wall and then next to the bed on the right hand side of the wall was this huge picture of a man that I thought was white. Truth be told I thought the man in the picture resembled John F. Kennedy or at least of JFK relative. I remember asking my grandmother who was the white man on the wall and why did he look like John F. Kennedy. He was out of place to me, but I knew he had to have been special or else why would he be on the wall? My grandmother was just as confused as I. She said, “What white man do you see?”
The majority of my summer stay was usually divided between my grandmother’s home and my aunt and uncle’s home. While at my grandmother’s house I would stare at the walls in her bedroom. There was a large oval shaped picture of my grandfather that hung on the left hand side of the wall and then next to the bed on the right hand side of the wall was this huge picture of a man that I thought was white. Truth be told I thought the man in the picture resembled John F. Kennedy or at least of JFK relative. I remember asking my grandmother who was the white man on the wall and why did he look like John F. Kennedy. He was out of place to me, but I knew he had to have been special or else why would he be on the wall? My grandmother was just as confused as I. She said, “What white man do you see?”
“That white man on the wall beside the bed, grandma,” I said.
“That’s not a white man. That’s
my Uncle Eddie,” she responded.
“Well where is uncle Eddie?,” I asked.
I don’t think I ever really received an answer. I remember every year staring at Uncle Eddie’s
picture thinking about him and what he had done with his life. I wondered if he had a wife and perhaps
children. He appeared to be very young
in the picture. Not more than 25 years old, if that old. I
often wondered what happened to Uncle Eddie.
No one had ever seen him. No one
knew of his whereabouts or if he ever lived very long.
So here’s what I do know about Uncle Eddie through my research:
- Born Edward Day on October 9, 1885 in Lebanon, Russell County, Virginia
- Parents Valentine “Tine” Day and Alice Duff
- Siblings – Alice (1859), Mary (1870) & my great grandmother Minnie (1879)
- Eddie was not recorded in the 1900, 1910 or 1920 U.S. Census. He was not living with my 2nd great grandmother Alice according to the 1920 census.
- Tine files his last will and testament in 1890 just weeks before his death, in which he names Eddie as one of his heirs to the estate.
I’m not sure when the picture of Uncle Eddie could have been taken, but
if I were to guess, I would guesstimate between 1905 and 1915.
What I know about the men in southwest Virginia around that time is
that most of them moved to find work in neighboring West Virginia in the coal
mines and railroads. It’s a possibility
that he could have moved there or he could have ventured west to Tennessee for
an opportunity. This is of course
speculation. It’s not just my great
grand uncle Eddie who is elusive; it’s my entire Day line. I haven’t given up hope. Perhaps I’ll come across some new information
that will blow the doors wide open off of this mystery. Until then, I’ll continue to search for Uncle
Eddie.
There was a Kenneth Day Of Atlanta Georgia that my grandmother knew ~in fact he was her tax man and she was his pharmacist~~One early morning about 4:00 am in about 1969 Mr Day called my grandmother to say can you help me? I am having chest pains and all of my nitro tablets have turned to powder and I need more~ I took the only one that was whole ~can you help me Mrs Gallimore? We dressed and went to the prescription shop and she filled the Rx and we went to his house and took him the medication ~~that is the only person that I knew named "Day" but as a young lady of about 16 I admired his good looks and this photograph reminds me of him~perhaps he was a descendant of your relative~ for some reason I recall a conversation that they had about knowing each other families in Alabama~~Check it out ~~Good Luck and I hope that is a good lead for you~~Carol Seldon Dempsey
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