Beall Family History & Genealogy
Beall Last Name History & Origin
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Beall Biographies & Family Trees
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Most Common First Names
- John 3.1%
- William 2.9%
- James 2.5%
- Charles 2.2%
- Robert 2.0%
- Mary 1.8%
- George 1.3%
- Thomas 1.2%
- Margaret 0.9%
- Richard 0.8%
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Beall Death Records & Life Expectancy
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- Margaret Beall lived 111 years
- Mary R Beall lived 107 years
- Muzette Beall lived 105 years
- James T Beall lived 106 years
- Hazel J Beall lived 105 years
- Bessie v Beall lived 101 years
- Isabelle Maud Beall lived 102 years
- Zelma W Beall lived 102 years
- Jewel Evalene Beall lived 101 years
- Ethel Beall lived 102 years
Many years ago my mom and I were watching a story on a TV show about a Beall treasure, but young and distracted all I thought was COOL. My mom and I agreed that this was probably family.
With the new movies like National Treasure which we really enjoy we got a nitch to sart looking into family more. The gift genetics give us is the real treasue. If we can find what part of the treasure we have within us and use it to the full, this is a treasure no one can take from us.
I as well as the rest of my family all have very wild imaginations, but not a dull moment in between. We get so many laughs as we ramble on about where our imaginations lead us. DNA has made us good writers, not as good of spellers, but good at communicating on paper.
We have photos, articles, dates, places, and some interesting history.
There are so many Beall's that it can get confusing at times. Beall's with the same names or almost identical, but with different dates than what our photos say on back.
It is still fascinating. One of my brothers were given the middle name Beall to keep it going. Turns out he looks very, very much like Benjamin Lloyd Beall His grandfathers brother (Edward Thomas Beall) aka Tom. He isnt quite as tall, but strongly favors his looks. My older brother got the height, and some of Toms looks.
That is just a brief story. A family full of funny's.
Capt. Beall was a lawyer by trade and bought a farm in Paulding County about the time his son, Benjamin was born. Their were 10 children as a result of the second marriage.These children were all active in the work of the church, especially the music. All the boys wrote gospel music, eventually publishing it in the books called "Lasting Songs" by Seven Brothers and "Joyful Lays" book 1, 2, and 3. In 1915, B. B. Beall collaborated with A. J. Showalter and others in publishing "Gospel Glory". The last book was published by the Beall Music Company of Douglasville, Georgia. B. B. Beall composed the song "Lift Him Up" which was published in the "Broadman Hymnal" for many years.
All of the brother and sisters were singers and performed many times in church and all day singings. They taught singing schools. Rev. Egbert Beall was actively preaching for more that 50 years. Preston Leroy Beall was a fine pianist and sang in a quartet for the Georgia Power Co.
Nancy Ella Beall graduated from Lucy Cobb Institute in Athens, Ga. B. B. Beall graduated in Music at Texas Musical Institute. I am proud to be a member of this family to which my grandfather taught and wrote music, Mr J. Guy Beall.
In 1924 my grandmother became sick and died from "Plegra" which is a deficiency of iodine. My grandfather was just about lost with grief and he had a family to raise. His oldest daughter, Lillian, was married and moved to Atlanta. His daughter, Gordie Mae, had found a job in Atlanta and moved there also. Granddad packed up the rest of the family and moved in with his daughter and looked for work. With a depression, work was scarce. No one wanted music lessons and if they did, they couldn't afford them. Any odd jobs to be found, were attacked by my granddad and his older boys. Uncle Aubrey learned to upholster furniture and became very good at it. Uncle Lowell went to work for the Atlanta Journal . Aunt Vivian took care of my uncle Kerwin and my dad who were the youngest boys. Then aunt Vivian married and started a family of her own. When my dad was old enough to go to work, it was at a furniture factory called FOX. He became very accomplished and they took him to Rome, GA when they opened a branch there. About this time, the war broke out, so my dad joined the army. He was having a hard time adjusting to army life because of stomach problems. They put him in the hospital and found out that he had ulcers and he received a medical discharge.
He went back to work for FOX Manufacturing Company and talked my grandad and uncle Kerwin into moving to Rome. Granddad thought that work might be better for him up there so they moved. He found a job right away driving a taxi cab and Kerwin went to work with dad. They lived in a boarding house in North Rome because they could walk to work. This is where my granddad met his second wife, Rose Martin Davis. Her husband had died in 1939 and they didn't have children so she lived at the boarding house. She was a piano teacher, so her and granddad got along very well. continuation at the line of Lillian Blanche Beall
Along with this particular radio was a record player. If you raised the top, there was a turn table for records. It would play old 78's and 33 1/3's. When you think about playing records in this day and age it is really funny. Most kids now days don't know what a record is much less how to use one. Everything is Cd's and mp3 players. How technology has advanced in the past ten years. But back to the record player, a song came out called "Moon glow." It was the theme from the movie "Picnic." Now I loved to dance and one day while I was dancing, my dad came in from work and said," Let me show you how to dance." I thought," yea, right, you cant show me anything." But to my surprise, he could dance and very well. He had taken ball room dance lessons because a movie star was coming to town for a benefit dance and my mom wanted to go. This was Denice Darcel, a famous French actress, and everyone wanted to see her. Well dad could do the fox trot, the waltz, the 2 step and the jitter bug. When I danced with my dad, it was a sight to behold. It was like Mutt and Jeff standing beside each other. But I can still remember the steps to this day, but my memories of dad dancing will go with me to my grave. I can still see us in my mind and him telling me about a tap step called the flat ball chain and the sugar, sugar. After this, I decided that I wanted to take dancing lessons. I started a class with Clara Ellison of tap, ballet, and acrobat. This was so much fun, but I couldn't keep up with dancing and piano lessons so I had to let one go. I continued playing the piano until I was about 12 and my teacher married my uncle. Then she up and moved to Florida. I kept all this embedded in my mind until I was grown and I began showing my children these same steps. I hope they have wonderful memories of me when they are older like I do about my dad.
My brother, Kenneth, still has this radio cabinet in his home. The radio has long been replaced with wine bottles and is used as a wine cabinet in his kitchen. It has been refinished but it is still a beautiful piece of furniture
CHATTANOOGA SHOESHINE BOY
Have you ever passed the corner of fourth and grand
where a little ball of rhythm runs a shoe shine stand
People gather 'round and they clap their hands
He's a great big bundle of joy.
He pops a boogie-woogie rag, the Chattanooga Shoeshine boy.
Its a wonder that the rag don't tear
the way he makes it pop
You ought to see him fan the air
with his hoppity, hippity, hippity, hippity, hop hop hop.
He charges you a nichol just to shine one shoe
he makes the oldest kind of leather look like new.
You feel as thought you want to dance when he gets through
He's a great big bundle of joy.
He pops a boogie-woogie rag, the Chattanooga Shoeshine Boy.
When my children were growing up, Jimmy my son, would bring home books for me to read . One particular one was "THE HOMECOMING". about the Waltons. The children in this story walked to Ike's store for the sugar for a cake. The children cracked black walnuts in the barn for Olivia's Apple Cake and talked about Santa Claus. Now I loved to cook so I copied the recipe and cooked it the following Christmas which was just a month away. I really did use whiskey in the frosting. I don't know how they got confection sugar then but that is what was called for in the recipe. When you try it, tell me how you like it.
1 cup softened butter 1 tsp. baking powder
2 cups sugar 1/2 tsp salt
3 cups sifted all purpose flour 1/2 tsp cinnamon
4 eggs 1/4 tsp cloves
1 cup raisins 1/4 tsp nutmeg
1 cup chopped black walnuts 1 cup buttermilk
1 cup apples chopped 1 cup applesauce
Mix the raisins and nuts together and sprinkle with about 1/2 cup flour. Sift the dry ingredients together. Set aside. Blend the butter and sugar together until lemon colored and add the eggs one at a time. Alternate the dry ingredients and buttermilk mixing well. Add the applesauce. Fold in the walnut-raisin mixture. Mixture will be thick. Pour into a greased and floured tube pan and cook for about an hour at 325 F. Will be like a pound cake.
1 box confection sugar
1 stick of butter
4 or 5 tbs. of milk or enough for spreading consistency
1 tsp whiskey*
mix well with an electric mixer and spread on a cool cake
*any good whiskey will do but I used Jack Daniels or you can use vanilla flavoring.
Sometimes I separate the frosting, add food coloring and decorate for Christmas. Looks pretty with cherries, raisins, and nuts.
ADD A SANTA HAT AND IT'S HO HO HO
But one particular cat used to live in the woods behind our home in Resaca, GA. It has a strange scream in that it sounds like a woman in danger. I was told this by my father-in-law but I just didn't believe it. One night as I lay in bed, I heard a strange sound, so I got up to investigate. Now I was nosey so I went to the front to peep out. At this particular time, the stretch of road where we lived was deserted as no houses were there for about 2 miles. It was a dirt road and my closest neighbor was at that location. All of a sudden, out of the clear blue, I heard a scream like I had never heard before and I ran back to the bed to wake my husband. He raised the window just a little and he could hear this sound. It continued two more times. I had heard that my neighbor's husband was home from service and I and my imagination just knew that they were fighting. I actually thought he was killing her. I did not sleep a wink because I just knew an ambulance would pass at any time to pick up her body and the police to arrest him. By the time it was daylight, I couldn't wait any longer. I got dressed, went out the door and got in the car to investigate. I was just a little leary about knocking on the door and finally got the courage to step up on the porch. When she came to the door, the first thing out of my mouth was. "Are you alright?" Well she said, "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" " I thought you were dead." I said. "That's funny, because I thought you were." "Well it wasn't me," I said. About this time, her husband walked in the door. He had been to town and he just started to laugh at us. "Didn't you know we have a panther in the back woods. And it screams just like a woman. Ha Ha." Boy,!! we never did live that down. Even my children got in on that joke. Never underestimate to power of your imagination. It will get you in trouble every time.
Uncle Aubrey was an avid reader. He would read anything. Newspapers, magazines, books you name it, he would read it. I knew he always had a stack of books by his recliner in the living room and a floor lamp to read by. This is my best memory of him and oh yes, he was the Archie Bunker in my family. He was very opinionated and would speak his mind. And he loved to argue. He always thought he knew more than anyone and was quick to tell you about it. My dad and Aubrey would argue for hours about anything and it wasn't even important. When his wife died, he went to live with his daughter and spent time with his grandchildren. Sometimes, he would come up to Rome ad spend the week-end with dad. He always wanted to sleep in the recliner and watch TV just abut all night. And he would argue with the TV. I thought it was funny. I will get old one day and it won't be so funny anymore. He died at the age of 92 in 1997. I still remember watching him work crossword puzzles and reading his westerns. He loved Zane Grey.
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A MOTHER'S PRAYER
On the border of a valley where the Tallapoosa glides,
Where the placid trails of nature, In the forest shadow hides
There, by wood and glen surrounded, Deeply hidden in the shade,
A mixtic homestead, ancient founded, Rears its unpretending head.
Peacefully, the night if closing, Closing softly o'er the scene,
And saddened heart's in peace reposing, Dreams of joys that once have been.
But in that wood-embowered cot, One there is, who dreameth not;
Unto the widow's God a prayer, Is rising through the silent air;
Angels pinions bear it heavenward, Angels hands record it there.
"O God, thou hast been good to me, And every blessing thou hast given;
My love, my life I owe to thee, But grant me this, O God of heaven:
That be my young, my wayword son, Now gone to mingle in the fight,
The struggle of his life begun, May ever tread the path of right.
Guide him, O God, in honor's way, Shield him from the treacherous foe.
And teach his erring heart to pray, And look to thee in every woe.
To thee, O God of Israel's king, Son of the holy virgin bride,
O bend his early faith to cling, And let his hope in thee abide.
And O forgive, forgive the pang That rends a mother's anxious heart!
Thou knowest the anguish throes that hang, Around the hour when loved ones part."
Thus she prays, and faith, new-springing, Bears the burden of her soul
Up to Him whose praise, ringing, Sound while endless ages roll.