Letters
Submitter: Tuck Wilson
Sender: Gerald McCulloh
Recipient: Geraldine Jourdan Worrill
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Date: 21 June 1863
Line: Unknown
Date: Tuesday, 23. September 2003
Letter
Home June 21st 1863 My Dear Cousin When I left your house I thought I would return there before I left for home and spend several weeks with you. I told Mr. Worrill when we parted at Eufaula that he might tell you so for I did not feel as if I had made any visit at all. When I got to Uncle Lawrence Daniells, I received a letter from Home saying Ma’s(?) health was much worse and for Uncle Leave and myself to come up as soon as we could. So we came on home immediately. My visit to Glennville seams more like a unpleasant dream than a long anticipated pleasure for I was so uneasy about Ma all the time that I could not enjoy myself. She is much better now but is still far from well. Some days she seems quite well and probably the next she will be sick again. The rest of us are all tolerably well though we have been suffering from colds. There is a good deal of sickness in the valley produced by the continued bad weather. I have been at home three weeks and I don’t think we have missed having rain two days in succession. Dr. Parks has been quite sick but is improving. Was able to sit up yesterday. Sis Julia and family are very well. Mattie came up and spent a week with us while Uncle Leavei was here. She is looking badly and is very lean. I suppose nursing reduces her so. Her baby is very sweet and good and tolerably pretty. All the family inquired particularly about "you and yours". I told ever so many times about your two sweet little boys, your old man, and yourself. For fear I have not done you justice, you had better come up here and bring them. we would all love so much to see you in this country once again. Mr Worrill spoke of bringing you up ____ here, I wish he would do it. We received a little letter from Sis _____ (Hattie?, Lillian?) last week. She was very well and said she would be up in a few weeks and wants me to return home with her. We have not heard from ____ ( the other sister?) lately. The yankees made a raid in east Tennessee last week and tore up the railroad and cut off communications between here and there. I suppose it will soon be remedied . This is twice that the yankees have been between here and where she is. We know she is safe however and never feel uneasy. The wheat crop up in this country is very fine. The farmers have all planted a great deal of wheat and are now reaping an abundant harvest. Corn looks very promising and I think with the present prospects there is no danger of us being starved out. You must give my kindest regards to Mr.Worrill. Remember me to the girls and accept my best love and a kiss for yourself and children. I hope you will answer my letter soon. It has been some time since I have heard from you and I would like to know how you all are. The family joins me in love to you. Affectionately your cousin, Gerald McCulloh Addendum DLWIII: Cousin - Sarah Geraldine Jourdan Worrill Mr Worrill - John Raymond Worrill, Geraldine’s 2nd husband. Uncle Lawrence Daniell - probably Levi Lawrence David Daniell Uncle Leave/Leavei - probably Levi Cake Daniell as James Levi Daniell was dead. However, Levi Cake Daniell should be a cousin. Uncle Leave/Leavei may be the same person as Uncle Larence Daniell "Ma" - Elizabeth Raiford Daniel, daughter of Jack Daniel and Martha Pearson Cook Daniel, who married J.B.(sic- P.) McCulloh with daughters Sarah Geraldine, Caroline Virginia, Mattie, and Juliette Alice Note a Jerome McCulloh appraised the estate of Jack Daniel Dr. Parks - Thomas Yandell Park, MD, husband of Gerald’s older sister. Caroline Virginia McCulloh Sister Julia- Juliette Alice McCulloh, married to Ira William McCutchen Sister Hattie or Lillian - can’t find this sister, who lived in Tennessee Sister Mattie - Mattie McCulloh, married to Agustus Raymond McCutchen Gerald McCulloh - Sarah Geraldine McCulloh, married to Wyatt Socretes McCutchen, cousin to Geraldine Worrill - Her mother, Elizabeth Raiford Daniel and Juliet Anna Daniell Jourdan were half sisters.
Submitter: Charles E. McCutchen
Sender: Jack Engler
Recipient: William Walker McCutchen IV
Country: United States
State: Alabama
Date: 1 Jan 1924
Line: John McCutchen of Scottsboro, Alabama
Date: Tuesday, 23. September 2003
Letter
Whurling, Ala January 1, 1924 Mr. Walter McCutcheon Scottsborro, Ala. Dear Sir: I have been disappointed by not hearing from you. How is Earl of Clayton getting along? Have not saw anything in papers. Did you race him last fall? Mr. McCutcheon I have the best trotter in the state; she is a Black Raom by Bingolla, her Dam is by Silkwood; she is very richly bred, she is six years old this coming May, 1924. Her weight is 1080 pounds, very blocky built, she has a nice way of going, she is a line trotter , and she is sure fraud going she has the best of manners. She was broken this spring and in ninety days she stepped a mile in 224 ½, I think that is fine for a baby. This mare can be bought for $250.00. Also I have Ray O Conner eight years old, Sarrelle in color, he is built of the slim order, he is a pacer, and a good one. He has no mark and can step a half mile track three times from 13 to 15 with ease. He has been used for matinee races, at Pittsburg, PA. He is just such a built how as Earl of Clayton, and looks alike. There is not a pimple on him anywhere. He is just such a going horse as Earl of Clayton and scares the same way, he wears hobbles very loose, and one fourth boots only. Also I have Mack L, he has a mark of 216 1/4, he is a 223 Pacer this year, but can go in his class. He was a very close third this year at Old Washington, in on third of a mile track in 211 3/4. He is a very good horse and sound every way; and can step a half mile track in 2/3 and 2/4 any day he is right. What have you to deal for these horses? How is my firm? Have you got another to deal? Please let me know at once as these horses are for deal. Wishing you a Happy New Year. I am, Yours Respectfully, Jack Engler
Submitter: Charles E. McCutchen
Sender: a famly friend
Recipient: Family of Edward McCutchen
Country: United States
State: Alabama
Date: 3 July 1899
Line: John McCutchen of Scottsboro, Alabama
Date: Tuesday, 23. September 2003
Letter
A Tribute to the Memory of Edward McCutchen by: a friend ‘John Marvis’ sister In Memorandum: ‘It may be in the morning When the sun is bright and strong And the dew is streaming beauteous The meadow slopes among When the waves are laughing wildly by the shore And the birds are singing sweetly near your door It may be in the morning he may come’ Just as we had bidden farewell to the Old Year and were heralding the advent of the New-1899-with all of its anticipated joy and pleasures we (had) little thought that ere the golden rays of the setting sun had kissed the western hill-tops and the first twilight of the New Year approached we would be summoned to realize the truth contained in the language - ‘In the midst of life we are in death’ - of the immortal Winter. For scarcely had the year been ushered in when in the distant west, separated by many hundred miles, from those who were near and dear to him, the Angel of Death laid its icy hands on our young friend - Edward McCutchen – and on snowy pinions bore his pure noble Spirit to the Beautiful City above. Death in unquestionably sad at all times. It matters not where or under what circumstances it comes, whether in the stately palace, the lowly cottage, upon the smoke clouded battlefield, alone or surrounded by loved ones, slowly or suddenly, it is the inevitable “King of Terrors”. By especially is it unutterably sad when we contemplate a young man twenty-three years of age just in the heyday of life, who had been held in bondage by that terrible disease- consumption-and finding that a cure or even benefit was impossible in his native country had gone to seek a more congenial climate- New Mexico - hoping and trusting to ward off the grim destroyer for a time at least. After a sojourn of a few weeks his physicians informed him that life’s sun was rapidly setting and he started home accompanied by brother Harrison, praying that he might reach the town of his nativity and fall sweetly asleep, to wake no more on earth, in the arms of his doting mother who loved, so devotedly, her noble manly son. But as the mighty engine rolled on Death calmly closed the eyes in that mysterious sleep, the heart ceased to beat and Edward McCutchen was no more. Edward was the first son of William Walker McCutchen and Mollie Cotton McCutchen was born in Larkinsville, Alabama in the summer of 1875. He was a bright, happy, manly child. Early in life he entered school at this place and eagerly grasped and readily attained the knowledge he sought. As he grew to young manhood many noble traits and sterling qualities developed. He was a thoroughly energetic young man and possessed genuine business qualities. A hear more magnanimous than Edward McCutchen’s never throbbed. Being of a sunny disposition, refined in manners, affable in bearing his presence was sought by both old and young. By his death a place has been made vacant not only in the home circle, but in the circle of his friends, and I know of no one who could have been removed from our midst, who would have been missed more than Edward. Just as he was entering into young manhood with seemingly a brilliant future before him, surrounded by every thing which tends to make life happy and comfortable he became a victim of disease. Every thing that could be done for him at home was done but no benefit was derived therefrom. Last summer, thinking that the pure, invigorating mountain air would be helpful, he was taken from Section, Alabama. As winter came upon us he rapidly declined and his parents sent him to Deming, New Mexico, hoping that a change would prolong his precious young life. But, the sill of physicians, the faithful nursing, and climate changes availed nothing. Why Edward was summoned to his eternal home when in the prime of his life we can never understand until ’The midst have cleared away and we shall know as we are known’. Before death came Edward expressed a willingness to go and we believe that he has gone to that home where pain, illness, sorrow, nor death never entered. May the fond father, doting mother, loving sisters and brothers, relatives, and many, many friends took to Jesus. In the hours of our Bereavement as he alone as He alone can comfort them. Funeral services were conducted by Rev. RD Shook at the Cumberland Church, January 3rd. After which the remains were laid to rest in the Larkinsville Cemetery. Farewell Edward, when life’s fitful Dreams are o’er we may meet and clasp hands in the Home over There where parting in no more. ‘Farewell dear friend, thou art gone We would not call the hence For thou art with the Lord at home Our king and Richeousness Farewell till all of life is past Till all its grief’s are over Till we are called by death at last To meet the on that shore Farewell, dear friend, till in Heaven We meet to part no more, For by God’s grace which he has given We’ll meet the on that shore.’ A friend Larkinsville, Alabama July 3rd, 1899
Submitter: Charles E. McCutchen
Sender: Beulah McCutchen
Recipient: Walker McCutchen
Country: United States
State: Alabama
Date: 12 Aug ?
Line: John McCutchen of Scottsboro, Alabama
Date: Tuesday, 23. September 2003
Letter
Godley, Texas Aug 12th Dear Walker, I am sorry to have to write you that your brother John is dead. He had a stroke of paralysis of the throat and lived only about two weeks. He died July 27th at 5 o’clock in the afternoon at the house of his son in law Sam Wabranens (?). All of his children were with him excepting Kate who lives in California. John had fine health until the last two years. He had the “flu” and never did get strong again. His children just worshiped him and made his life very happy. He was laid to rest by the side of his wife and child. Mille was taken very sick the day John died and was taken to the hospital at Cleburne. She had appendicitis and is doing very well. She will be brought home in one week. Walker and boys are here and send their love to all of you. When I was there I wanted to have a long chat with you but somehow how I never did get the chance. I had a hundred things I wanted to ask you. I wrote Jessie at Abeline, Tx. but my letter was returned. How is your mother? I am so sorry for her. Love to all and a portion for yourself. Be sure to write me. Aunt Beulah I wrote this yesterday we brought Mille over and she is now sitting up in bed writing you.
Submitter: Mac McCutchan
Sender: James McCutchan
Recipient: William McCutchan
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Date: April 21, 1819
Line: Lt. William and Eleanor (Fulton) McCutcheon of Augusta Cty, Virginia
Date: Sunday, 26. October 2003
Letter
State of Indiana Floyd County Cousin William McCutchan Sir I inform you by these that we are in reasonable health, at present - I have been sick myself but are? recovering at this time - Brother Samuel & his family is in good health - your son Samuel & his wife is well at this time - he lives about two miles distance from me nigh to where son Jas McCutchan lives - all and each of the Connections Join in sending their respects to you and all Enquireing & well wishing friends in that country Friend Wm. you stated in your letter to Saml, that you had got the business of brother Johns Estate Settled & is now ready to send on the money - I have Again got in favor with Mr. Philip Engleman to take the Receipt to you & to receive the money from you for me - You will please to make out a Memorandum stateing the Amount of the Note bill or bills and what bank or banks they are on & file the same with the mony and give the same in Charge or Care of Mr. Engleman to Carry or Convey to me - I add no more but remain yours (signed?) April 21st 1819 James McCutchan
Submitter: Charles E. McCutchen Jr.
Sender: George McCutchen
Recipient: Maude Kennamer McCutchen
Country: United States
State: Alabama
Date: 26 June 1943
Line: John McCutchen of Scottsboro, Alabama
Date: Sunday, 28. December 2003
Letter
Letter from George McCutchen to his mother Maude Kennamer McCutchen Capt. George McCutchen O-366807 813th T.D.B. APO 302 Ny Ny June 26, 1943 Dear Mom, It has been a long time since I wrote you a real letter hasn’t it. The V-Mails go so much faster and the only thing I normally have to say is that I am O.K. so I just use them – when I can get them. According to all the information I get from papers, magazines, and official circulation – we get all the V-mail forms we want. Well, I haven’t been issued a single blank (V-mail form) in about two months now. I guess I’ve been issued 10 or twelve since I’ve been here in Africa. I’ve swapped issue cigarettes and gotten more but this will give you some idea of what we don’t get. Cigarettes are normally very scarce but that doesn’t bother me. We get hard sucking candy and Life Savers every week or two but I haven’t had two bars of chocolate since I’ve been in Africa not counting what Nell sent me the first week in January. I’ve seen steak about 5 times in Africa and one of those was a cow one of the fellows killed. I am told there is ice cream and coca-cola over here but I haven’t seen either yet. We normally have coffee once a day but not always. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining about it. We don’t mind doing without up here either. What does burn us up is to read magazine advertisements about the good food etc. we get. And some of the boy’s folks write them that they don’t mind giving it up for the fighting troops. I’m sure they mean it too. The only hitch is that the fighting troops don’t get it. Don’t ask me where it goes. I was in hopes I would get to come home now that the Tunisian Campaign is over but now I have lost all hope of coming home before Germany is defeated. I certainly hope that won’t be too long. Not that I am afraid of getting hurt for I am not, but we are so damned lonesome and homesick and it gets worse instead of getting better. Another thing is that promotions are practically non-existent over here. Especially in our outfit. If I were home I would have been promoted long ago. Over here I don’t even see any hope in the future. It is unfair but I suppose unavoidable. Aside from the above I am well and getting along as to be expected. I weigh more than I ever did at home and am quite brown. You see we live in the open air all the time and quite often I go swimming in the Mediterranean Sea. The water is beautiful. It is crystal clear like drinking water and out from shore it is really a beautiful blue. Not at all like any water I’ve ever seen before. You can dive under water open your eyes and see everything all around you. Yesterday we went down to where the sharks hang out and tried to get one of them with charges of T.N.T. We saw six and they were all about 10 feet long. Now don’t worry. I don’t go swimming where the sharks are. Tell Billy and Martha I received their letters and I really enjoyed them. I really enjoyed the pictures too. Aren’t they all getting big? I won’t know them when I get home will I? I was very glad to hear from Nell that she had finally gotten to Scottsboro. I know you enjoyed having her and I am sure she enjoyed the visit. She really thinks a lot of you all, especially you. She told me she bought you a dress. Did you like it? You know, I think both of us were extremely lucky to have gotten her. Has John Price gone into the service yet? Hope he is stationed near home or at least in the States so he can come home occasionally. Don’t guess I’ll see Sam for another year or two. Even if he came to Africa the chances would be slim. I hope he doesn’t get to come over here at all. It isn’t as exciting, romantic, and glamorous as it sounds like. Too much of it is boredom, lonesomeness, flies, work, sweat, blood and tears to be anything glamorous. Some day it will be over though and I am going to settle down in one spot and stay there the rest of my life. I don’t care if I ever see another foreign country. We were all pretty burned up about the recent coal strikes. To a man the AEF considers Lewis to be as big an enemy as Hitler. Any one of us would be glad to shoot him. We don’t understand why the government allows him to do these things and we don’t like it a bit. The boys overseas are really bitter about it all. We’ve given up everything that makes life worth living and we are prepared if necessary to give even our lives and we can’t see why they should lay down on the job for a few measly dollars. Nor why the government allows it. There are a lot of things more precious than money and they have them all. We lost our sense of value of the dollar when we had dollars in our pockets and couldn’t even buy one egg for it. You could swap five cigarettes for one egg but you couldn’t buy one for a dollar. I saw one fellow pay twenty dollars for a carton of cigarettes. And a month later the fellow who sold them would have given forty dollars to get them back In January Nell sent me some Baby Ruth’s and Butterfingers. I could have sold them easily for a dollar apiece. But they were worth more than that to me. I gave some away but I wouldn’t have sold them for $2.00 each. The miners have a home and food and safety. They sleep in a bed. They can take baths. They have their families, their church, their work and they have America. They even make a lot more money than these boys. They are very rich and we are very poor in the worthwhile things. It is unfair to us for such things to be allowed to exist and we don’t like it. We don’t like it at all. Mom, did you hear about the fellow who “couldn’t see the forest from the trees”? In a way I think both of us have been like than man. We had to get a long way apart to really appreciate the other. I can tell by your letters that you love me more and miss me more than you ever have before. That is certainly true in my own case. I guess I always took you for granted and just knew you’d always be there if I needed you. But I have needed you since then and all I have is a memory. When I look back I see how much you have always meant to me and I can see how you strengthened my character and molded my life. Nell owes a great deal of her happiness to you. There is one thing that being overseas has shown me and that is how much I really love you and our home, Scottsboro and America. Of course I love Nell too but I never took her for granted. If all your children could have had this experience I have had you would certainly be an idolized and well-cared-for mother the rest of your life. I must close now. I just can’t keep writing forever. Be sweet and tell all of my friends and the family hello. Please renew my subscription to the Sentinel Age. I love you lots, George
