Sara
Womack
|
Year
|
Nancy
Lequire
|
| |
1868
|
|
| Lula |
1869
|
|
| |
1870
|
|
| |
1871
|
|
| John D. |
1872
|
Minor |
| |
1873
|
|
| |
1874
|
|
| |
1875
|
|
| Benjamin |
1876
|
Octavia |
| |
1877
|
|
| Bessie |
1878
|
|
| Martha |
1879
|
|
| |
1880
|
Julius |
| |
1881
|
Phillip |
| |
1882
|
|
| |
1883
|
|
| |
1884
|
Georgia |
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The table at left
shows the years children was born into each family. Yellow
indicates the year Joseph married each wife.
"Facts" that have been passed down through
the years:
At some point, Joseph abandoned Sara and the children.
For a time, they lived alone—without a husband
and father—somewhere in the North Carolina mountains,
possibly Buncombe County. They were in such dire straits
that Sara's father, Willis Womack, went to find them
and bring them back
to Rutherford County.
But ol' Joe kept turning up in Sara's life, sweet talking
his way into her bed. There were two years, 1872 and
1876, when both “wives” were simultaneously
with child.
Joe's son, Benjamin, always said he could not remember
ever seeing his father until the old man showed up in
1936 for his extended visit. (By then, Joeseph had married,
and was apparently separated from, his third wife, Martha
Kelly Thompson.
During Joseph's visit, he is said to have been suffering from
skin cancer, and was treated with radium or some such remedy.
He was told by his doctor to avoid applying heat to the affected
area. The cancer pain was so intense that Joe disobeyed the doctor;
he heated a brick and placed it on his face, making the pain
much worse.
Eventually he left, a year or so before his death, possibly
to visit or live with some of his children in the mountain family.
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And
this from Joyce Durand,
a great-granddaughter from
the Lequire branch of Joseph's
multi-limbed tree. She
talks about how old Joe's
grandchildren loved him:
“He babysat them
on occasion, told them
stories, and amused them
no end by going to bed
with all his clothes on,
including his big World
War I overcoat. He always
carried his gun, an antique
musket, which my dad remembers
well. My Aunt Reathel remembers
him being quite a dancer.
She said he walked 9-10
miles to a dance, then
taught the young people
how to do the Blackbottom,
then walked home when the
dance was over. Everyone
remembers that he walked
everywhere he went. One
cousin remembers that he
would visit Ben or John
or Phil, then attempt to
walk home to Georgia. When
he was ready to leave,
he would put his clothes
in a sack or a large cloth,
tie it to a stick, put
the stick over his shoulder
and take off.” |