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Karolynn Beall Hi I'm karolynn anne Beall and my dad is robert lynn Beall ; he is nolonger alive but he was a good man and he worked real hard for his kids , he was'ent always able to be at home but we had one . he was my bestfriend and my real life Hero. he made me proud to say I will always be a Beall .
Jan 15, 2006 · Reply
CassnadraL Hawes I set this account up more for my mothers side, although I am enjoying it. For many years I have been intrigued by ancestry / heritage. I enjoy the obvious genetic structure passed on through genetics. Im not a doctor, but I should have been.
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.
Jan 09, 2008 · Reply
Rhonda Hawkins Capt. Noble Newman Beall was born on Feb. 11, 1829 in Franklin County, Georgia and died on Nov. 11, 1910 in Paulding County, Georgia. He was the son of Gen. William Beall and Nancy Farmer Chandler Beall. He was in the House of Representatives from Paulding County in the years 1861, 1862, and 1863. He was in the Senate from Paulding County, 38th District in 1882 and 1883. He served as Captain in the war between the States. His first wife was Sarah Awtrey. She was born on May 5, 1834 and died on Sept. 6, 1867. They married May 5, 1857. They had 4 children. the last one resulting in the death of Sarah. He then married Eliza Caroline Brown in 1868. She was born in 1846 and died in 1828. They are both buried in Concord Cemetery near the church in Paulding County. It is located near the community of Gore and Yorkville in Georgia.
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.
May 26, 2010 · Reply
Rhonda Hawkins My grandfather was a musician and wrote gospel music. Their was 7 brothers and they all were musically inclined. They provided for their families in this manner. Benjamin B Beall graduated from the Texas Musical Institute in music and elocution. From this, he taught all his brothers and they taught singing schools in churches which were the equivalent of theory classes taught in colleges today, going as far as lessons in harmony for those who wished to study. Their songbooks were called "Lasting Joys" by Seven Brothers and "Joyful Lays" .
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
Apr 07, 2011 · Reply
Rhonda Hawkins When I was just a young girl growing up in Rome, GA, I loved music. Just any kind of music and I think I get it from my dad. He was a lover of music and he sang all the time. He never forgot the words to the songs and I still remember some of them. He loved the big band era, but he loved modern music like what I consider OLD. Like "The Tennessee Waltz", "Mr. Sandman", "Chattanooga Choo-Choo", or "Till I Waltz Again With You." My favorite was "Chattanooga Shoeshine Boy." And he liked dancing. We had a cabinet in our living room that looked like small drawers but when you pulled on the handles, the doors came open and it was a radio. This radio was beautiful. It sat upon legs so high that my brother and I could crawl under and listen to the music. Of course we listened to other shows besides the music , Hopefully you will remember "The Lone Ranger", "Only the Shadow Knows", "Gunsmoke", and "The Eddie Arnold show". That song at the beginning of the Eddie Arnold show will stick in my mind forever. Just after the news everyday at 12 noon, "Woo, woo, woo duped de doo; woo woo woo dee da do dee, daa da woo, woo, woo duped de doo, singing the cattle song." This may not be exactly how it went or was spelled but I still remember. Little did I know that he was a county singer. But I listened every day until I started to school. Around Christmas time, a program came on with Mrs. Santa Claus. We were so excited that we would sit by the radio and listen for the letters to be read, hoping that one would be ours. My brother, Larry, and I would get so excited when she read our letters that dad would make us be still. He would say, "Calm down or you wont be able to hear." Then she would tell a story about Christmas. I especially liked the one about the shoemaker and the wooden shoes. It's funny how things stick in my mind about different subjects of my growing up years. I wanted to write them down for my children lest I forget.

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.
Apr 07, 2011 · Reply
Rhonda Hawkins I love this recipe because it always turns out so well. 1972

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.

CAKE

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.

Cool

Frosting:

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
Apr 07, 2011 · Reply
Rhonda Hawkins Cougars, panthers. or mountain lions are awesome animals. They use to live as far south as the tip of Florida to the west in California, And from the bottom of South America to Canada being called Pumas, North American Cougars, Mt. Lions and even Catamounts. It has the largest habitat of all the feline species.

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.
Apr 07, 2011 · Reply
Rhonda Hawkins I will start this chapter with uncle Aubrey. He had a bought a house in Decatur and married Verbie Sills. Her mother lived next door. I thought she was lucky to have her granny live so close. Aubrey worked at home in a little shop out back. He did furniture upholstery and was very good at it. Dad went to see him often and we would stay all week-end. I remember his house because I thought it was so pretty. When you first went in the front door, their was a couch to the right and just past it by the wall was the piano. I think we all took piano lessons. All the granddaughters. Aunt Lillian and aunt Vivian both taught piano. Aunt Lillian taught me my first gospel song. "There is a Fountain." They had a fire place that they used mostly at Christmas. One Christmas we were there and Janet got a dollhouse that her dad had made. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had every seen. He had even made the furniture. We played for hours. Another time we were there, Larry, my brother had to have stitches. He fell on the front steps and cut his head on some glass. Back in the 50's, milk men delivered milk to your front door in milk bottles and I think this is where the glass came from. Janet graduated from high school and went on to college. She started to Georgia Baptist to be a nurse. I thought this was a great honor because alot of people didn't finish school much less go on to college. Then she married and I didn't get to see her much anymore.

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.

continued in chapter 5
Apr 09, 2011 · Reply
Rhonda Hawkins This poem was written by Lt. Col. John Bramblet Beall during his time in the Civil War. His mother had seven sons to serve in this conflict of brother against brother and state against state. It is included in his book "In Barrak and Field", a book of prose and poetry. It took me about 6 years to find any texts from this book. John was the brother of my great-grandfather, Captain Noble Newnan Beall.

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.
Apr 09, 2011 · Reply