Showing posts with label Belle Tisdale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belle Tisdale. Show all posts

Sunday, March 23, 2025

The St. Mary Street House

 

Belle Tisdale Booksh and her mother Eliza Pratt Tisdale
at the St. Mary Street House in New Orleans
 
The front porch of the house where Sam and Belle and their family lived at 1311 St. Mary Street was the place where many family photos were taken. I was surprised to find  by searching Google Maps that the house is still standing and looks much the same.

They are first listed as living there in the 1907 Voter Registration list and then on the 1910 US Census: New Orleans, Ward 10, Orleans Parish, Louisiana. The family is listed as Samuel W., age 57, Belle M. 55, Samuel W. Jr. 29, Charles L. [Leonard], 27, Wilton T. [my grandfather] 24, and Vera B. [also known as Belle] 19.

Olivia Lee Tisdale, Arabella Vera Booksh,
Belle Tisdale Booksh and Eliza Pratt Tisdale c1910










The family is also listed at that address in the Marriage document of son Sam Jr. to Thelma Regina Ventress 28 October 1912


Sam Booksh Jr. and wife Thelma Ventress with Leonard and Vera c1912

Samuel Walker Booksh Sr. c1915

By the 1920 census the family had moved to 1831 Bayou Road. The family had increased to include Sam Sr., Belle, Vera and her husband John Posey Ventress (brother of Sam Jr.'s wife Thelma), Charles Leonard and his wife Armelle, and Aunt Lee.Tisdale.

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Samuel Walker Booksh 1853-1930

Samuel Walker Booksh 1875




Happy Birthday, Great Grandpa Sam


Samuel Walker Booksh was born on the Fourth of July in 1853 in Iberville Parish, Louisiana. He was baptized in St. Gabriel Church on 16 January 1854.

In this carte de visite the photographer, A. D. Lytle, has touched up Sam's blonde hair and mustache as well as his blue eyes. We have always called it "I wish I had a penciled-in mustache."

In 1850 the Charles Booksh family (listed as Brooks) are living in Iberville Parish, Dwelling 550, Family 590. Charles is 42 years old and Eliza is 31. With them are sons [Charles] Edward 12, [Joseph] Edgar 8, [John] Adolpha 7, [Leonard] Scott 5, and [Thomas] Claiborn 2. Son Louis Frederick had died just the month before  in July 1850. This was probably the house where Sam was born.  (US Census; Year: 1850; Census Place: Iberville, Louisiana; Roll: M432_231; Page: 343A; Image: 365)


In the 1860 census the Booksh family is is still listed in Iberville Parish, Grosse Tete post office, in Dwelling 163. Charles is 52 years old and a Planter with Real Estate valued at $37,500. His wife Elizabeth is 41 years old. His oldest son [Charles] Edward, age 22 is overseer and is listed with his wife Mary 22 and daughter Eliza 2. The rest of the family is [Joseph] Edgar 18, [John] Adolphus 16, [Thomas] Claborn 14, George [Washington] 9, Samuel [Walker] 7, Eliza [Lizzie] 5, and [Frederick] Scott 2.  (US Census; Year 1860; Census Place: Iberville, Louisiana; Roll: M653_411; Page 261; Family History Library Film: 803411) 

Sam was 8 years old when the Civil War began. His oldest brother Charles Edward and several cousins went off to fight. Besides the upheaval of the Civil War and Reconstruction, the Booksh family also suffered through the Great Flood of 1867. Also in 1867 Eliza filed suit against her husband because he had "willfully and without regard expended $6,992 of her prenuptial monies." The Booksh plantation and other properties were sold and the family broke up.

By 1870 Eliza was living in Iberville Parish but husband Charles and children, including Samuel,  are listed as living in East Baton Rouge in the 12th Ward of Baton Rouge in three adjoining houses on the property of Sam's brother Edgar (Joseph Edgard Booksh). The census lists Charles Booksh in Dwelling 422. In Dwelling 423 are Clayborn 24, George W. 19, Samuel 17, Eliza 15, Frederic 12, Erae 21 [Erefile, wife of Claiborn] and Charles 2 [son of Claiborn]. Unfortunately all are indexed with the surname Eli after the House Keeper Loucien Eli, making them very difficult to find. The next dwelling is 424 and there we find Edgar Booksh 27 [Joseph Edgard] and his wife Cramea [Delia] 27 and their three children James 4, Carie 2 [Harriet], and Anie 1 [Alice].   (US Census; Year: 1870; Census Place: Baton Rouge Ward 12, East Baton Rouge, Louisiana; Roll: M593_512; Page: 215A; Family History Library Film: 552011)

Henk Wackwitz in his "Ancestors and Descendants of Charles Booksh" writes that Edgard described himself as a "Hotel owner" and as "Running a Boarding House." He may have been referring to this time when his Booksh family came to live with him in Baton Rouge.

In 1870 Belle and her family were living with her Grandpa and Grandma Pratt in the 3rd Ward of East Baton Rouge Parish and are listed on page 215 so this was probably when Sam and Belle met.  On 23 April 1878 Arabella Maria Tisdale and Samuel Walker Booksh were married in St. Joseph's Church in Baton Rouge.

By 1880 the Booksh family had reunited and the census lists Belle and Sam living with Charles Booksh, age 72, and his wife Eliza Elizabeth Booksh, age 60, in the 9th Ward of East Baton Rouge Parish, Louisiana. Also living with the family are four grandchildren: Elisa Mary, age 22, and her 19 year old brother, Charles C. Booksh, (children of Sam's oldest brother, Charles Edouard), as well as Mary Eliza (Mary Eliza "Maimie" David age 3); and S. B. [Seth Booksh] David age 4, children of Sam's sister Lizzie, deceased. (For a discussion of this census see blogpost of April 29, 2018)

 It wasn't long before Sam and Belle started their own family. On 4 March 1881 their first son, Samuel Walker Booksh Jr. was born. Charles Leonard Booksh was born 3 January 1883. My Grandpa Wilton Tisdale Booksh was the third child, born 7 February 1886. Daughter Arabella Guinevere Booksh (known as Belle, Vera, Roonie and Noo) was born 13 August 1889.

Sam was elected U.S. Registrar of Voters for East Baton Rouge Parish in 1892. On February 26, 1894 he was granted Patent No. 294,189 for a Breeching Attachment for Carriage Shafts. 

In1893 the family moved to New Orleans.  In the 1900 Census the family, listed as Bevoksh in the census index, is living at 1365 Constance Street with Belle's widowed mother Eliza. In the 1907 City Directory and the 1910 census they are living at 1311 St. Mary  Street. In 1920 they are listed at 1831 Bayou Road. Sam was a Watchman at the New Orleans Custom House  between 1893 and 1930.

In a newspaper article in the Times-Picayune on  3 September 1930 Sam's picture appeared with an article titled "U.S. Watchman at Custonhouse Quits on Pension."
     "After 27 years of continuous service as a wachman for the United States customhouse, Samuel W. Booksh, 77 years old, has retired. In honor of his long service, a score of friends an employees of the customhouse assembled in the marble hall of the institution at noon Tuesday and presented him with a basket of flowers and a check...."
     "A native of Louisiana, Mr. Booksh was appointed to federal service in 1893 during President Cleveland's administration..."

Samuel Walker Booksh Sr. died 3 November 1930. He was buried at the Girod Street Cemetery.

Saturday, July 7, 2018

The Autograph Book, Part 2


Autographs of State of Louisiana Officials

While most of the autographs is Belle's book are of family and friends, fourteen of them are by State of Louisiana officials in Baton Rouge, many complete with the official State Seal.

Belle would have visited the Louisiana State Capitol building to get these autographs. The Louisiana State Constitution of 1845 required that the state capital be moved from New Orleans to Baton Rouge. Built in 1847, the Old State Capitol was a Gothic Revival building designed by James H. Dakin. When Baton Rouge and New Orleans were occupied during the Civil War the building was used by the Union Army first as a prison and later as a garrison for colored troops. In December 1862 it was gutted by fire. After the war the state government returned to New Orleans until the old building was restored. On May 8, 1882 the State Legislature returned to Baton Rouge and the Old Capitol Building, where it met until 1932 when the new Capitol was built. It is now operated as a Museum and is a National Historic Landmark and on the National Register of Historic Places.

Autograph of Oscar Arroyo, Louisiana Secretary of State
Transcriptions: 


[Seal of the State of Louisiana]
Oscar Arroyo
   Secretary of State
                       March 23 1888
[Oscar Arroyo, 1824-1901] 
 Read more about him at Find a Grave:


L. F. Mason
                  Secty of State
[1892]

[Seal of the State of Louisiana]

James L. Lobdell
Register of Land Office of Louisiana
                   March 29th 1888


Autograph of Joseph S. Lanier?



Jos. S. L_____ [Lanier?]
   Register State Land Office
         April 26” 1892
[Seal of the State of Louisiana]















Autograph of William Henry Pipes






                                  With  best wishes
                                          Yrs truly
                                          W. H. Pipes Treas.
                                          State of Louisiana
                  Baton Rouge La.
                       May 3rd 1892
                      [William Henry Pipes]







Autograph of Governor Samuel D. McEnery




























Very Truly Yrs -
      S. D. M'Enery
[Flower cut out glued on page]
[Samuel D. McEnery, 1833-1891, 30th Governor of Louisiana]

Autograph of O. B. Steele











[Seal of the State of Louisiana]
Yours Very Respectfully
                 O. B. Steele
                 Auditor of Public Accts.
Baton Rouge La
       Apr 12 1888





N. S. Dougherty
         Sec. Bureau of Agriculture
Baton Rouge La
          26 April 1892

To thine own self be true
and it follows as the night the day;
             Thou canst not then be false to any man!
                              T. S. Adams
                            Cons. Agnt
Baton Rouge La.                          
30 Apr 1892                 








Kind regards & best wishes of a Friend
who was the friend of your farther (sic) & mother
Grand Farther (sic) & Grand mother & Brothers & Sisters -
                       Yours truly
                                      T. M.? Bird
                                Com” State Bureau of
                                         Agriculture
Baton Rouge
   March 23rd 1888







Respectfully Yours
                  E. A. Burke
             Treas State La.
             May 22/1888
[Edward A. Burke]

Yours Truly
                      Warren Easton
                            State Supt Pub Ed.
                                         May 2, 1888

  1. J. Cunningham
      Atty. Genl of La.
      Baton Rouge _ May 17/88
      [Milton J. Cunningham]
               W. H. Frick?
                                  State Superintendent Public Education.

To be Continued



Friday, March 3, 2017

Another letter from Cousin Kate

Letter from Kate Tisdale to Belle Tisdale, September 19, 1871

Pages 1 and 4

Pages 2 and 3

Letter dated September 9, 1871 from Kate Tisdale to Belle [Tisdale], written in pencil on 8” x 10” paper with black border, folded to make 4 pages, good condition. Original in possession of writer. Transcribed exactly as written. 

Transcription
[Page 1]
Mobile  Sept. 19th 1871

My Dear Belle,
I know when you will see this letter you will say, “The mean witch has at last written to me.” In the first place I want you to excuse my writing with lead-pencil but my ink is so light & I am too lazy to hunt for more. at any rate I am going to do away with all ceremony with you, because you know we understand each other perfectly do we not? Richard has been here but he is now in N. O. we had a pleasant time while he was here. 
Belle you are very foolish I must say to go & fall in love with Mr. P. it shows you to be very unwomanlike & with very little pride to turn round & love a man when

[Page 2]

you have already refused him. Try to conquer that love for it bodes no good to you. I could whisper two small items in your ear that would turn your love to dislike & well as repugnance! I will tell them to you when you come over next winter, but enough of Mr. P. let us turn to pleasanter things.   1- We have got a house a very nice one & on a pleasant street.   2 - I made the acquaintance of three more beaux, very nice gentlemen to flirt & have fun and you know Belle you like those kind as well as I do, (so does quiet Marie & Mary, between you & I) I hope you still think of coming over next winter – do you not? We will have so much fun to gether – Maman has already succeeded in getting some boarders  amongst them are Mr. John Touart Mr. Guiner a Mr. Nevil

[Page 3]

who is a very pleasant young man. Last night Joe, John Touart & a Mr. Gwin spent the evening here. we played Poker until half past twelve (we commenced at half past eight) You know when we play Poker we use corn to count our stakes with, - towards eleven o'clock we commenced to cheat and the fine time we had was a caution; just as Mr. Gwin was getting up from the table to go he pick up nearly a hand-ful of corn & threw it in my face then you may be sure we all joined in, & the way the floor of the parlor was streewn with corn and the way I had to pick it up next morning was extraordinary  dont you think that was pretty behavior for grown up people? But I know you would participate in it with as much zest as I do. Let me know about what time you will leave Baton Rouge

[Page 4]

for N. O. so I count about how many weeks it will be before I will see you and Mary. Marie received Mary's letter and will answer it soon  give her my love & kisses  You must excuse this badly written as well as badly composed letter, but I have sore throat head ache and growing pains that is a catalogue is it not, Belle. I have got something to tell you very private - I have not even told it to Marie. I will tell you when I see you not before. I do not not like to trust to paper But I must stop- All send love & kisses.
Good-bye cousin                  
mine    Au revoir        
Kate Tisdale           
 More about Kate

As mentioned in my August 5, 2016 blog post, Catharina Margaretha “Kate” Tisdale was born 19 January 1853 in New Orleans, Louisiana, daughter of Bellle's uncle Nathan O. J. Tisdale and his second wife, Rosa Pailhes Roux.

This letter tells us that Kate has evidently made up with Richard, mentioned in her previous letter, and he has recently visited her in Mobile. Kate chides her cousin for falling in love with Mr. P. We  know that romance failed, perhaps because of whatever Kate whispered in Belle's ear, because Belle married Samuel Booksh in April 1878.

Kate mentions that her mother has recently taken in several boarders. “Amongst them are Mr. John Touart...” who participated in the rowdy poker game. This is interesting because in 1881 Kate married widower Louis Eugene Touart (1835-1904), who was 17 years her senior. John may have been a relative.

On the 1900 census Louis and Kate are living in Napoleonville, Mobile County, Alabama, with five of their children, Kate, Hinton, Anthony J., Clarence N., and Rupert G., and Louis's nephew Joseph. Kate is the mother of 8 children, 7 of them still living. Louis also had four children with his first wife, Isabella Bobe. One daughter was named Emma Layet Touart, so there may have been a connection to George Layet's family. 

Louis died 23 January 1904 and is buried in Mobile's Magnolia Cemetery. On the 1910 census their son Max D. Touart, age 24, Doctor of Medicine, is listed as living with widowed Kate and Hinton, Anthony, Clarence, and Rupert. Son Tisdale J. Touart, age 27, Attorney at Law,  lives nearby.

In 1920 Kate is listed along with her half-sister Marie, as Lodgers with the Leslie Bride Sheldon family in Mobile. Kate lived until November 5, 1935 and is also buried in Mobile's Magnolia Cemetery.  (See my August 5, 2016 blog post for a photo of Kate Tisdale.)
         

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

The Joys of Childhood



Essay presumed to be by Belle's younger brother Benjamin Franklin Tisdale Jr. (1860-1893) circa 1873 about childhood events in New Orleans and Baton Rouge. Photocopy of handwritten document on three sheets of legal sized paper. Location of original is unknown. Transcribed exactly as written.

Transcription

[Page 1]

The Joys of Childhood

O! Childhood Joys are very Great
Aswinging on his Mothers gate
A Eatin Kandy till his mouth
Is all stuck up from North to south

I selected this subject because I once was a child. You may regard that as an extraordinary statement nevertheless it is true. I remember that one of my favorite Joys, was to go out in the big road, (up in country) and pile dust on my head and when I got tired of that I used to throw it at Willie and try to stuff it in his ears, eyes, & nose, but when we went in the house Mama would take us out into the bath-room & suddenly sounds as of applause mingled with piteous wails would rise on the air. When we came out we felt warm and naturally supposed that one of mama's slippers did too, But the interview in the bath room was not one of our Joys, though we did think it was one of mama's. When we got ourselves muddy dabbling in the Bayou (which was another innocent little Joy) the dirtiest places used to be the nicest to us.

[Written in the margin]
If there was company I would say I'm a good boy ain't I mama You Wont Whip me will you Mama but I felt much like a fly and Mama looked like a spider and then there would be another interview in the Bathroom.

One day while we were in the city (we were in the country in the summer) Mama sent Annie (the nurse) with us to get our hair cut Annie and mama a few days 

[Page 2]

before had been talking about shaving hair and one said it would make the hair come out curly, the other said it would come out black, and so Annie took it into her head to get our heads shaved and so we went to a shop I got Shaved first without any thing happening of any note, but when Willie got in the chair the barber lathered half his head and shaved it he Jumped out of the chair and said: You shan't put any more white sugar on my head; and we had to go to another barber shop where Mary, Belle and the rest of Willie were shaved. When we got home Mama & Papa were Just sitting down to dinner We all came in single file. Papa was Just opening his mouth to receive a piece of meat & Mama was Just going to cut a piece when they caught sight of our heads. They looked like paralysis had struck them, I was going for my chair (for I was as hungry as a wolf) when Papa Jumped up and said: Get out of my sight we all got into back parlor, I was so mad I kicked over some chairs etc but finding this was not enough to appease my anger I went into the back yard and caught a little chicken & bit its head of. After that I went in the house and eat some dinner which set me all right. 

[Page 3]

 Soon after this we went up to the country. Well the night we started there was dancing on the boat and Mary & Belle had gone to Bed on account of their Heads. They were in the top berth and poked their heads out to see the dancing & some boys were on a sofa opposite and commenced to laugh at them they laughed too, not knowing what they were laughing at. But Belle happened to throw her hand up & it fell on her head She yells out: Oh! Mary its our heads. In they went like a retiring & modest turtle does his head. When we got home the folks were all at breakfast & when we appeared like four bald headed Ghosts there was a laughing and spitting & coughing for half an hour after we came. One of my pet little Joys was to bite my Tongue & go out in the Kitchen & yell Put Lard on it! Another was when I was hungry to go out on the Back steps & Bellow!!!; I'm Starvin on Earth These are all the Joys I remember now (except a Propinquity to hit every thing that came in our way that was smaller than ourselves.) so I'll take my quietus.

Judging from the handwriting Frank's essay was probably written about 1873 when Frank, born March 1860, would have been about 13 or 14. He mentions older sisters Mary and Belle and little brother Willie, born November 1861, but not sister Lee, born February 1864. Willie is able to jump down from the barber's chair and speak which would date the events to about 1863 or 1864.

There is another essay in the same handwriting on the same type of legal sized paper titled "Mr. Perkins At the Dentist." I was able to find that story published in several newspapers in the mid 1870s identified as being "From the Danbury Newsman." 


According to Wikipedia The Danbury Newsman was James Montgomery Bailey (1841-1894), an American journalist from Danbury, Connecticut. Montgomery established the Danbury News in 1870 and wrote humorous sketches about commonplace happenings that won him a national reputation and made his paper known throughout the country. They were often picked up and reprinted in other newspapers. His first book, Life in Danbury, consisting of selections from his newspaper articles, was published in 1873. “Mr. Perkins Visits the Dentist” appears on page 95. See Internet Archive .

I could not find “The Joys of Childhood” in any of Montgomery's writings but the style is similar. Did Frank copy a story by Montgomery and change the characters' names to those of his own family or did he just mimic the writer's style in his own original writing? In either case it is an entertaining look at the Tisdale children's life in the 1860s when they were riding the steamboats up the Mississippi from New Orleans to Baton Rouge to visit their grandparents.

I did find the opening poem in The Singing School from Laura Ingalls Wilders Little House Books. Evidently it was a common children's song of the period.
Oh, childhood's joys are very great
A swingin' on his mother's gateA eatin' candy till his mouthIs all stuck up from north to southAnd other things he likes quite wellThat I ain't time just here to tellBut though I have to mind the ruleI'd rather go to the singing school!
Chorus
Oh the singing school's beautiful

Oh, the singing school's beautiful
If you'll have me for your teacher
I shall be a happy creature
For I dote upon the singing school



Thursday, April 28, 2016

Two Drawings by Belle Tisdale

A Devil of a Sight by Belle Tisdale




















Among the old papers, letters, and photos in Belle's trunk were two faded pencil drawings on yellowed 8 1/2" x 11" paper. The drawing style is similar to several that Belle did in her letters. The thermal copies made many years ago are in my possession, but the location of the originals is unknown.

The first drawing is titled "A Devil of a Sight" and shows a wind and rain storm. A child stands by the open gate, presumably at Grandma and Grandpa Pratt's Oakland Plantation.

A Gallivant by Belle Tisdale


The second drawing, titled "A Gallivant" is even more faded. It shows three horseback riders. One gallops out ahead, one is in the process of jumping a fence, and the third trots along behind. A man stands on the far left exclaiming "Well I'll swear by the living God!" Could that have been Uncle Jene? Were the riders Belle's brothers?

Thursday, March 17, 2016

A Letter from Belle to her Mama







































Undated original letter, , 9 1/2” x 15” folded in half, written in pencil from Belle Tisdale to her mother Eliza Helen Pratt Tisdale. It includes a drawing of the girls in the buggy and a note in ink from Grandma Bernice Pratt to Eliza. Transcribed exactly as written.

Although there is no date on page 1, Belle writes Feb.17th on page 2 when she closes the letter. On page 1 Belle mentions that she and Kate weighed themselves on a trip to the store. “Kate is lbs 52 & I am lbs 117.” In her letter of April 27, 1869 she gives her weight as 104 and Kate's as 67. On the basis of Belle's weight I estimate the date as February 17, 1870, even though Kate's weight does not make sense. The Kate mentioned may be Kate Tisdale and not Kate Craig. The paper is also identical to that used for the poem about “Our Fishing Excursion,” posted last month.

Transcription
Page 1
[imprint upper left of a domed building with word CONGRESS above it]

Dear Mama
We received your letter yesterday, I was surprised to hear that Martha's baby was born already.
Kate and I went to town yesterday, & were both frightened into sick head aches & cramp colics by nearly turning over in the mud 3 different times, in one of those places Rhodie fell down, one wheel went up on a bank, the other went down in the stiffest mud above the hubs & that brought the buggy exactly in this position [drawing of the buggy] only it was on the side, & just as I thought we were over; the mule gave a jump & jerked us out of the mud; I was so glad, that I had to cry; when we got nearly to millers we had to stop on account of a horrible mud hole just ahead of us, we never would have got through, if a man had not come and led us up the bridge & along the side walk untill we had passed it.
We went into Jackson's, bought some tobacco & soda, & weighed; Kate is lbs 52 & I am lbs 117; George is comeing next Sunday, at least he said he would if he was not sick, he has been having fever of & on for the last two weeks.
We have got our bundle at last, & are delighted with all our things the shoes are beautiful, but they are to large for me, so I sold them to Mary (they fit her to perfection) I will enclose

Page 2

$5 for you to get me another pair exactly like these, only a whole size shorter, I tried these on & they were much longer than my foot _________ even when my foot had spread around, please get them as near like these as you can.
I am so glad Papa's salary is increased, it will be a greater reward for his hard work than what it was before.
Give my love to all, and kiss them for me; I am glad Aunt France is well now & hope she will remain so, tell her the old lamp no longer sits on the jam in vain, for Kate & I dance in the dining room every night.
We did not get to the ball after all, so I must teach myself not to look forward to anything but disappointment & that will come with out anticipation. Grandma is in a hurry for the light so I must stop.
Feb 17th Good bye your affec daughter Belle.
I will give you a better drawing of us in the mud.

[drawing]      the bridge

The mud

Page 3
[note in ink from Bernice H. Connelly Pratt to Eliza Helen Pratt Tisdale]

Eliza
My dear child

We recieved your letter yesterday and was glad to hear that all were well, and also to hear that Mr. Tisdales sallary  was increased, I don't know what put it into your head that Mr. Tisdale asked for that sugar he did not do it and I sent it of my own free will; you have given me many a thing and dont know how long I will or what I may need before I die; give my love to France and all the children Robert as well, I have no news,
Your aff ma
B H Pratt

Page 4
[Belle's PS to Mama is on page 4 of the folded paper]

direct to Mr. W. Pratt
care P. Milletré [?]
Please send them immediately.
PS
We have not spoken to Uncle Jene for a month; one day he & grand-pa had been in town & when they were eating supper they happened to speak of some murder that had been committed in town; & Kate as was natural asked: who was it? Or who did it? & they both snapped her up & said: what buisness was that of hers, or something to that effect; of course she told grand-ma; then she blased away at them & said there we were working our selves to death for them, & then when we asked them a civil question we could not get a decent answer & she would be glad when we could go home & Kate could go to her ma & she would go somewhere, then they might stay here & growl & snap one another up as much as they liked; next day we spoke to him he would not answer, several times I spoke to him, he would not answer. Now he has my pride roused & I would not speak to him to save his soul.
Good-bye. Belle.


On August 1 the 1870 census lists Belle as “Isabella” age 15 in dwelling 327 with her mother Eliza and sisters and brothers Mary, age 17; Frank, age 10; William, age 8; Olive Lee, age 6; and Robert, age 3.

In dwelling 326 are her grandparents, William, age 68, and “Bernea,” age 63, and Uncle Eugene, age 22. Aunt Albina and her husband George Durr with daughters “Bernece and Levilna” are in dwelling 328. Next in dwelling 329 is “Emmett" Craig with daughters Katie and Mary.  So it appears they are all living on the Pratt's old Oakland Plantation property.

Where is Belle's father, Benjamin Franklin Tisdale? We can't find him in the 1870 census anywhere. He is listed in the 1867 and 1868 New Orleans City Directories as working for J. B. Murison at 234 Calliope Street. Belle wrote to her Papa in April 1869. We know he and Eliza were still together because two more children were yet to be born, Marion Eugene in March 1871 and Charles Harry in May 1874.




Wednesday, October 7, 2015

1869 Fishing Excursion to the Amite River

Poem by Belle Tisdale, belletisdale.blogspot.com

Poem by Belle Tisdale, belletisdale.blogspot.com


In this poem about a family fishing excursion Belle Tisdale paints a vivid picture of a trip to the Amite by the Pratt, Tisdale, Craig, and other families. The winding Amite River, pronounced A-meet in Louisiana, flows south just a few miles east of the Pratt farm. It is still a popular fishing place today.

There is no date on the page but the ink handwriting matches Belle's letter of April 27, 1869, in which she writes  "...we intend to go to the Amite next Friday to stay all night and all next day and come home late in the evening; ..."  

[Original, 7 3/4" x 9 3/4" paper, written in ink on both sides of the page. There is an imprint in top left corner, the word “CONGRESS” with a domed building. Transcribed as written.]


On our fishing excursion

Twas early in the morn we started,
On that gay and happy tour;
All of us were merry hearted,
But of that you will feel sure,
When I tell you all that happened,
From the time we left our door.

The Sun had set, when all drew near;
The tent and two large fires,
Uncle Jenie, Uncle Emm,
My sister and my cousin,
Were seated on an old dead tree,
Which near our camp had fallen.

Now at a loss for what to do,
We thought we'd have some fun;
Some one says, suppose we dance!
No sooner said than done,
We yelled and whooped & shouted: Jack!
Till he came and danced on the wagon back, which served us as a floor.

Next came Frank who danced so light,
You could scarcely see him move;
Then Henry, well! To look at him,
Would be to much for you.

After that they sung some songs,
Which were funny to be sure,
We had no solemn things with us,
They are to much of a boor.

Then all retired for the night,
Except Eugene and George,
They rowed down to their set lines,
And found they'd caught two gars.
   
                                       By Belle.

Many years later Belle's younger brother Robert Tisdale reminisced about the trips to the Amite in a letter he wrote to Belle in 1929:

"...I would like to get a drink of water from the blue spring that comes out from under a big tree on the edge of the ravine. Lining the edge of the ravine just back of where we built the house was where the Federal troops built their dutch ovens in the ground when they went out there in 1878 to get away from Yellow Fever, and around the base of the big tree up on the bluff on the other side of the ravine was where the path wound that led to the Amite; it came out under the beech trees where we used to camp when Grandpa and Uncle Genie and you and all of us, went out there on our fishing trips. I can call up in my mind right now just how it all looked both in summer and in winter."

I can call it up in my mind, too, the golden sun sinking into the shadowy trees along the Amite River. I can almost smell the crackling fires and hear the buzz of the locusts. The beech trees and the moss-draped oaks and the sweet-smelling magnolias would cast long shadows toward the wagon. The first weekend in May would have been a pleasant time in south Louisiana for a camping trip, not too hot yet and not many bugs.

Belle mentions Uncle Jenie, Joel Eugene Pratt, and Uncle Emm, Emmett Craig, cousin Kate's father, as well as her sisters and brothers. Belle and Mary sit on a fallen tree with Uncle Jenie and Uncle Emm and watch the campfires after sunset. Perhaps little Lee and Robert sat in their laps while brothers Frank and Willie gathered fallen branches to feed the fire...a timeless scene easy for any camper to picture. 

It would have been a time to forget about the turmoil of reconstruction and the problems that were separating Belle's family.