(1) Obituary:
PIONEER TEXAS MAN BURIED AT MELROSE
NACOGDOCHES, Texas, July 11.(AP). - Henry C. Fuller, Sr., 90, who had lived on the same farm near here for 51 years, was buried at Melrose, Texas Tuesday. He is survived by 10 children and 21 grand-children.
Mr. Fuller came to Texas by boat in 1850 and walked from Shreveport, La., to Nacogdoches, where he settled on a farm 13 miles from the city. He served four years in the Confederate army under the late John Rusk.
Sources:
(1) The Port Arthur News, Port Arthur, Texas, Wednesday, July 11, 1928; Pg. 2
(2) Nacogdoches..Gateway To Texas, Vol. III, Part 1, A Biographical Directory, 1881-1920, by Carolyn Reeves Eriscon; Pg. 292;
(states he died at Confederate Home, Austin.)
(2) Source: The following obituary for Henry C. Fuller Sr., written by his son, appeared in The Champion [Center, Texas] on July 18, 1928. It is reprinted in Mildred Cariker Pinkston, Obituaries of Early Pioneers, Shelby County, Texas, Center: Center Printing Co., 1985, Vol. II, pp. 143-144. The obituary is so touching, I thought you might like to have it. I am also going to send a message to G. Stanford, who posted a note on Henry's memorial, that he is an ancestor.
Hope this is of some help,
Sheron Smith-Savage
Find-A-Grave Member #46960440
IN MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO HENRY C. FULLER
Henry C. Fuller Sr. whose death occurred recently at the Confederate Home at Austin, Texas, was born in Bibb county, Alabama, near the old town of Centerville, December 8, 1837. He would have been 91 years his next birthday, and to this writer he often expressed the hope that he might live to see the century mark.
The immediate cause of his death was paralysis, due to wearing out of his physical frame, for in every way he was in good health. He was the son of a preacher, Mastin Jeremiah Fuller and Hannah Minerva Rice. He had no school advantages and attended only one or two sessions of school in his boyhood, just learning to read.
He learned to write his name, and the last letter he wrote was to the writer of this article and it was dated at Swift, Texas, February 14, 1928. He was a man who read a great deal. He took a deep interest in the politics of the state and nation, and his thoughts ran to subjects of this kind rather than to local subjects that ordinarily interested country people.
At the age of 22 he left Bibb county and came to Texas. He traveled by steamboat down the Sahaba river to Mobile, thence by train over the New Orleans [sic] and thence by steamboat to Shreveport, and from Shreveport he walked to Nacogdoches, alone. This was in 1858. On reaching Nacogdoches Hulen Crain was the first man he met and Mr. Crain gave him the direction to Melrose. Fifteen years before Theodore Blakey, a young man whom my father had known in Alabama, had married in Bibb county and brought his bride to Nacogdoches county. It was to the home of Blakey that my father made his way. He walked to Melrose, and there was given further directions by Jacob Mast. On the road to Blakey's only a few miles distant he met Blakey and went home with him. Later he was employed by Major Hardeman to oversee slaves, and still later he acted in this capacity for John J. Simpson.
CONFEDERATE SOLDIER
When the Civil War started he joined the cause of the Confederacy and stayed with it four bloody years. At the close of the war, when he started home he didn't have a penny, and his clothes were ragged and dirty. A man offered [p. 144] him a fine horse if he would ride it home, but my father had nothing with which to buy feed for the horse and declined the present.
On getting back to Melrose he again went to work for Major Hardeman. This was in June. In August 1869 he married Fannie Hall, member of the well known pioneer family near Melrose. In those days license could not be secured in Nacogdoches county and the couple were married just over the line in San Augustine county one mile east of Martinsville, under a large sassafras tree, that was pointed out to this writer when he was a boy 7 years old.
To this union the following children were born: H. C. Fuller, well known newspaper man for The Champion for many years. Mrs. Ema Muckelroy of Nacogdoches, Mrs. W. J. Harris of Nacogdoches, Mrs. John Winterburn of Saticoy, California, Mrs. Robert Weyerman of San Antonio, Dr. J. L. Fuller of Greenwood, La., Floyd Fuller of Nacogdoches, Mrs. Angie Harkness of Nacogdoches, Hollis Fuller of Oakland, Calif., and Benton Fuller of Houston. Three died in infancy.
The subject of this sketch settled 3 miles north of Melrose and then for the next 55 years he worked and toiled--hewing a field out of the wilderness with his own weak hands, clearing land, splitting rails, building fences and overcoming obstacles that today would be called insurmountable. His first house was a log pen and there he and my mother lived five years--until a better home could be built, and the memory of this writer goes back no further, than when as a child four years old he used to accompany his mother to the cowpen to milk the cows and climb on the top rail of the fence to watch for that father that now sleeps in dreamless dust near the scene of all his years of toil.
As Henry Fuller toiled through the years he built a name that will live long after his race is forgotten. He was honest beyond words to express. He was peculiar in some respects, but was generally right. Apparently he lived apart and withdrawn, but his heart was as tender as that of a child. He was stubborn, if that word may be used, and once he had determined his course nothing could change him. He lived that way and died that way.
The writer never saw him in a saloon--never saw him take a drink of whiskey, never heard him take the name of God in vain, nor tell a dirty joke, and never heard him speak ill of a neighbor. He observed the Golden Rule strictly and when he died he owed no man anything.
He was a member of the Christian church and had been for more than 50 years. I could say more--much more, but I shall close with the thought that really and truly that of all the sturdy oak trees that stood on the old hill at the old home he was the sturdiest, and as he loved the old trees in his life they loved him and will miss him, for he was their friend--the old hills will miss him, the old creek will miss him, the paths along which his feet used to walk with firm tread will miss him, and as he passes from the memory of men into the mist of the past, and his poor body mingles again with the dust from where it was taken in old Alabama, it can be truthfully said that the last of the Romans is dead.
--His son, Henry C. Fuller
PIONEER TEXAS MAN BURIED AT MELROSE
NACOGDOCHES, Texas, July 11.(AP). - Henry C. Fuller, Sr., 90, who had lived on the same farm near here for 51 years, was buried at Melrose, Texas Tuesday. He is survived by 10 children and 21 grand-children.
Mr. Fuller came to Texas by boat in 1850 and walked from Shreveport, La., to Nacogdoches, where he settled on a farm 13 miles from the city. He served four years in the Confederate army under the late John Rusk.
Sources:
(1) The Port Arthur News, Port Arthur, Texas, Wednesday, July 11, 1928; Pg. 2
(2) Nacogdoches..Gateway To Texas, Vol. III, Part 1, A Biographical Directory, 1881-1920, by Carolyn Reeves Eriscon; Pg. 292;
(states he died at Confederate Home, Austin.)
(2) Source: The following obituary for Henry C. Fuller Sr., written by his son, appeared in The Champion [Center, Texas] on July 18, 1928. It is reprinted in Mildred Cariker Pinkston, Obituaries of Early Pioneers, Shelby County, Texas, Center: Center Printing Co., 1985, Vol. II, pp. 143-144. The obituary is so touching, I thought you might like to have it. I am also going to send a message to G. Stanford, who posted a note on Henry's memorial, that he is an ancestor.
Hope this is of some help,
Sheron Smith-Savage
Find-A-Grave Member #46960440
IN MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO HENRY C. FULLER
Henry C. Fuller Sr. whose death occurred recently at the Confederate Home at Austin, Texas, was born in Bibb county, Alabama, near the old town of Centerville, December 8, 1837. He would have been 91 years his next birthday, and to this writer he often expressed the hope that he might live to see the century mark.
The immediate cause of his death was paralysis, due to wearing out of his physical frame, for in every way he was in good health. He was the son of a preacher, Mastin Jeremiah Fuller and Hannah Minerva Rice. He had no school advantages and attended only one or two sessions of school in his boyhood, just learning to read.
He learned to write his name, and the last letter he wrote was to the writer of this article and it was dated at Swift, Texas, February 14, 1928. He was a man who read a great deal. He took a deep interest in the politics of the state and nation, and his thoughts ran to subjects of this kind rather than to local subjects that ordinarily interested country people.
At the age of 22 he left Bibb county and came to Texas. He traveled by steamboat down the Sahaba river to Mobile, thence by train over the New Orleans [sic] and thence by steamboat to Shreveport, and from Shreveport he walked to Nacogdoches, alone. This was in 1858. On reaching Nacogdoches Hulen Crain was the first man he met and Mr. Crain gave him the direction to Melrose. Fifteen years before Theodore Blakey, a young man whom my father had known in Alabama, had married in Bibb county and brought his bride to Nacogdoches county. It was to the home of Blakey that my father made his way. He walked to Melrose, and there was given further directions by Jacob Mast. On the road to Blakey's only a few miles distant he met Blakey and went home with him. Later he was employed by Major Hardeman to oversee slaves, and still later he acted in this capacity for John J. Simpson.
CONFEDERATE SOLDIER
When the Civil War started he joined the cause of the Confederacy and stayed with it four bloody years. At the close of the war, when he started home he didn't have a penny, and his clothes were ragged and dirty. A man offered [p. 144] him a fine horse if he would ride it home, but my father had nothing with which to buy feed for the horse and declined the present.
On getting back to Melrose he again went to work for Major Hardeman. This was in June. In August 1869 he married Fannie Hall, member of the well known pioneer family near Melrose. In those days license could not be secured in Nacogdoches county and the couple were married just over the line in San Augustine county one mile east of Martinsville, under a large sassafras tree, that was pointed out to this writer when he was a boy 7 years old.
To this union the following children were born: H. C. Fuller, well known newspaper man for The Champion for many years. Mrs. Ema Muckelroy of Nacogdoches, Mrs. W. J. Harris of Nacogdoches, Mrs. John Winterburn of Saticoy, California, Mrs. Robert Weyerman of San Antonio, Dr. J. L. Fuller of Greenwood, La., Floyd Fuller of Nacogdoches, Mrs. Angie Harkness of Nacogdoches, Hollis Fuller of Oakland, Calif., and Benton Fuller of Houston. Three died in infancy.
The subject of this sketch settled 3 miles north of Melrose and then for the next 55 years he worked and toiled--hewing a field out of the wilderness with his own weak hands, clearing land, splitting rails, building fences and overcoming obstacles that today would be called insurmountable. His first house was a log pen and there he and my mother lived five years--until a better home could be built, and the memory of this writer goes back no further, than when as a child four years old he used to accompany his mother to the cowpen to milk the cows and climb on the top rail of the fence to watch for that father that now sleeps in dreamless dust near the scene of all his years of toil.
As Henry Fuller toiled through the years he built a name that will live long after his race is forgotten. He was honest beyond words to express. He was peculiar in some respects, but was generally right. Apparently he lived apart and withdrawn, but his heart was as tender as that of a child. He was stubborn, if that word may be used, and once he had determined his course nothing could change him. He lived that way and died that way.
The writer never saw him in a saloon--never saw him take a drink of whiskey, never heard him take the name of God in vain, nor tell a dirty joke, and never heard him speak ill of a neighbor. He observed the Golden Rule strictly and when he died he owed no man anything.
He was a member of the Christian church and had been for more than 50 years. I could say more--much more, but I shall close with the thought that really and truly that of all the sturdy oak trees that stood on the old hill at the old home he was the sturdiest, and as he loved the old trees in his life they loved him and will miss him, for he was their friend--the old hills will miss him, the old creek will miss him, the paths along which his feet used to walk with firm tread will miss him, and as he passes from the memory of men into the mist of the past, and his poor body mingles again with the dust from where it was taken in old Alabama, it can be truthfully said that the last of the Romans is dead.
--His son, Henry C. Fuller
(1) Obituary:
PIONEER TEXAS MAN BURIED AT MELROSE
NACOGDOCHES, Texas, July 11.(AP). - Henry C. Fuller, Sr., 90, who had lived on the same farm near here for 51 years, was buried at Melrose, Texas Tuesday. He is survived by 10 children and 21 grand-children.
Mr. Fuller came to Texas by boat in 1850 and walked from Shreveport, La., to Nacogdoches, where he settled on a farm 13 miles from the city. He served four years in the Confederate army under the late John Rusk.
Sources:
(1) The Port Arthur News, Port Arthur, Texas, Wednesday, July 11, 1928; Pg. 2
(2) Nacogdoches..Gateway To Texas, Vol. III, Part 1, A Biographical Directory, 1881-1920, by Carolyn Reeves Eriscon; Pg. 292;
(states he died at Confederate Home, Austin.)
(2) Source: The following obituary for Henry C. Fuller Sr., written by his son, appeared in The Champion [Center, Texas] on July 18, 1928. It is reprinted in Mildred Cariker Pinkston, Obituaries of Early Pioneers, Shelby County, Texas, Center: Center Printing Co., 1985, Vol. II, pp. 143-144. The obituary is so touching, I thought you might like to have it. I am also going to send a message to G. Stanford, who posted a note on Henry's memorial, that he is an ancestor.
Hope this is of some help,
Sheron Smith-Savage
Find-A-Grave Member #46960440
IN MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO HENRY C. FULLER
Henry C. Fuller Sr. whose death occurred recently at the Confederate Home at Austin, Texas, was born in Bibb county, Alabama, near the old town of Centerville, December 8, 1837. He would have been 91 years his next birthday, and to this writer he often expressed the hope that he might live to see the century mark.
The immediate cause of his death was paralysis, due to wearing out of his physical frame, for in every way he was in good health. He was the son of a preacher, Mastin Jeremiah Fuller and Hannah Minerva Rice. He had no school advantages and attended only one or two sessions of school in his boyhood, just learning to read.
He learned to write his name, and the last letter he wrote was to the writer of this article and it was dated at Swift, Texas, February 14, 1928. He was a man who read a great deal. He took a deep interest in the politics of the state and nation, and his thoughts ran to subjects of this kind rather than to local subjects that ordinarily interested country people.
At the age of 22 he left Bibb county and came to Texas. He traveled by steamboat down the Sahaba river to Mobile, thence by train over the New Orleans [sic] and thence by steamboat to Shreveport, and from Shreveport he walked to Nacogdoches, alone. This was in 1858. On reaching Nacogdoches Hulen Crain was the first man he met and Mr. Crain gave him the direction to Melrose. Fifteen years before Theodore Blakey, a young man whom my father had known in Alabama, had married in Bibb county and brought his bride to Nacogdoches county. It was to the home of Blakey that my father made his way. He walked to Melrose, and there was given further directions by Jacob Mast. On the road to Blakey's only a few miles distant he met Blakey and went home with him. Later he was employed by Major Hardeman to oversee slaves, and still later he acted in this capacity for John J. Simpson.
CONFEDERATE SOLDIER
When the Civil War started he joined the cause of the Confederacy and stayed with it four bloody years. At the close of the war, when he started home he didn't have a penny, and his clothes were ragged and dirty. A man offered [p. 144] him a fine horse if he would ride it home, but my father had nothing with which to buy feed for the horse and declined the present.
On getting back to Melrose he again went to work for Major Hardeman. This was in June. In August 1869 he married Fannie Hall, member of the well known pioneer family near Melrose. In those days license could not be secured in Nacogdoches county and the couple were married just over the line in San Augustine county one mile east of Martinsville, under a large sassafras tree, that was pointed out to this writer when he was a boy 7 years old.
To this union the following children were born: H. C. Fuller, well known newspaper man for The Champion for many years. Mrs. Ema Muckelroy of Nacogdoches, Mrs. W. J. Harris of Nacogdoches, Mrs. John Winterburn of Saticoy, California, Mrs. Robert Weyerman of San Antonio, Dr. J. L. Fuller of Greenwood, La., Floyd Fuller of Nacogdoches, Mrs. Angie Harkness of Nacogdoches, Hollis Fuller of Oakland, Calif., and Benton Fuller of Houston. Three died in infancy.
The subject of this sketch settled 3 miles north of Melrose and then for the next 55 years he worked and toiled--hewing a field out of the wilderness with his own weak hands, clearing land, splitting rails, building fences and overcoming obstacles that today would be called insurmountable. His first house was a log pen and there he and my mother lived five years--until a better home could be built, and the memory of this writer goes back no further, than when as a child four years old he used to accompany his mother to the cowpen to milk the cows and climb on the top rail of the fence to watch for that father that now sleeps in dreamless dust near the scene of all his years of toil.
As Henry Fuller toiled through the years he built a name that will live long after his race is forgotten. He was honest beyond words to express. He was peculiar in some respects, but was generally right. Apparently he lived apart and withdrawn, but his heart was as tender as that of a child. He was stubborn, if that word may be used, and once he had determined his course nothing could change him. He lived that way and died that way.
The writer never saw him in a saloon--never saw him take a drink of whiskey, never heard him take the name of God in vain, nor tell a dirty joke, and never heard him speak ill of a neighbor. He observed the Golden Rule strictly and when he died he owed no man anything.
He was a member of the Christian church and had been for more than 50 years. I could say more--much more, but I shall close with the thought that really and truly that of all the sturdy oak trees that stood on the old hill at the old home he was the sturdiest, and as he loved the old trees in his life they loved him and will miss him, for he was their friend--the old hills will miss him, the old creek will miss him, the paths along which his feet used to walk with firm tread will miss him, and as he passes from the memory of men into the mist of the past, and his poor body mingles again with the dust from where it was taken in old Alabama, it can be truthfully said that the last of the Romans is dead.
--His son, Henry C. Fuller
PIONEER TEXAS MAN BURIED AT MELROSE
NACOGDOCHES, Texas, July 11.(AP). - Henry C. Fuller, Sr., 90, who had lived on the same farm near here for 51 years, was buried at Melrose, Texas Tuesday. He is survived by 10 children and 21 grand-children.
Mr. Fuller came to Texas by boat in 1850 and walked from Shreveport, La., to Nacogdoches, where he settled on a farm 13 miles from the city. He served four years in the Confederate army under the late John Rusk.
Sources:
(1) The Port Arthur News, Port Arthur, Texas, Wednesday, July 11, 1928; Pg. 2
(2) Nacogdoches..Gateway To Texas, Vol. III, Part 1, A Biographical Directory, 1881-1920, by Carolyn Reeves Eriscon; Pg. 292;
(states he died at Confederate Home, Austin.)
(2) Source: The following obituary for Henry C. Fuller Sr., written by his son, appeared in The Champion [Center, Texas] on July 18, 1928. It is reprinted in Mildred Cariker Pinkston, Obituaries of Early Pioneers, Shelby County, Texas, Center: Center Printing Co., 1985, Vol. II, pp. 143-144. The obituary is so touching, I thought you might like to have it. I am also going to send a message to G. Stanford, who posted a note on Henry's memorial, that he is an ancestor.
Hope this is of some help,
Sheron Smith-Savage
Find-A-Grave Member #46960440
IN MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO HENRY C. FULLER
Henry C. Fuller Sr. whose death occurred recently at the Confederate Home at Austin, Texas, was born in Bibb county, Alabama, near the old town of Centerville, December 8, 1837. He would have been 91 years his next birthday, and to this writer he often expressed the hope that he might live to see the century mark.
The immediate cause of his death was paralysis, due to wearing out of his physical frame, for in every way he was in good health. He was the son of a preacher, Mastin Jeremiah Fuller and Hannah Minerva Rice. He had no school advantages and attended only one or two sessions of school in his boyhood, just learning to read.
He learned to write his name, and the last letter he wrote was to the writer of this article and it was dated at Swift, Texas, February 14, 1928. He was a man who read a great deal. He took a deep interest in the politics of the state and nation, and his thoughts ran to subjects of this kind rather than to local subjects that ordinarily interested country people.
At the age of 22 he left Bibb county and came to Texas. He traveled by steamboat down the Sahaba river to Mobile, thence by train over the New Orleans [sic] and thence by steamboat to Shreveport, and from Shreveport he walked to Nacogdoches, alone. This was in 1858. On reaching Nacogdoches Hulen Crain was the first man he met and Mr. Crain gave him the direction to Melrose. Fifteen years before Theodore Blakey, a young man whom my father had known in Alabama, had married in Bibb county and brought his bride to Nacogdoches county. It was to the home of Blakey that my father made his way. He walked to Melrose, and there was given further directions by Jacob Mast. On the road to Blakey's only a few miles distant he met Blakey and went home with him. Later he was employed by Major Hardeman to oversee slaves, and still later he acted in this capacity for John J. Simpson.
CONFEDERATE SOLDIER
When the Civil War started he joined the cause of the Confederacy and stayed with it four bloody years. At the close of the war, when he started home he didn't have a penny, and his clothes were ragged and dirty. A man offered [p. 144] him a fine horse if he would ride it home, but my father had nothing with which to buy feed for the horse and declined the present.
On getting back to Melrose he again went to work for Major Hardeman. This was in June. In August 1869 he married Fannie Hall, member of the well known pioneer family near Melrose. In those days license could not be secured in Nacogdoches county and the couple were married just over the line in San Augustine county one mile east of Martinsville, under a large sassafras tree, that was pointed out to this writer when he was a boy 7 years old.
To this union the following children were born: H. C. Fuller, well known newspaper man for The Champion for many years. Mrs. Ema Muckelroy of Nacogdoches, Mrs. W. J. Harris of Nacogdoches, Mrs. John Winterburn of Saticoy, California, Mrs. Robert Weyerman of San Antonio, Dr. J. L. Fuller of Greenwood, La., Floyd Fuller of Nacogdoches, Mrs. Angie Harkness of Nacogdoches, Hollis Fuller of Oakland, Calif., and Benton Fuller of Houston. Three died in infancy.
The subject of this sketch settled 3 miles north of Melrose and then for the next 55 years he worked and toiled--hewing a field out of the wilderness with his own weak hands, clearing land, splitting rails, building fences and overcoming obstacles that today would be called insurmountable. His first house was a log pen and there he and my mother lived five years--until a better home could be built, and the memory of this writer goes back no further, than when as a child four years old he used to accompany his mother to the cowpen to milk the cows and climb on the top rail of the fence to watch for that father that now sleeps in dreamless dust near the scene of all his years of toil.
As Henry Fuller toiled through the years he built a name that will live long after his race is forgotten. He was honest beyond words to express. He was peculiar in some respects, but was generally right. Apparently he lived apart and withdrawn, but his heart was as tender as that of a child. He was stubborn, if that word may be used, and once he had determined his course nothing could change him. He lived that way and died that way.
The writer never saw him in a saloon--never saw him take a drink of whiskey, never heard him take the name of God in vain, nor tell a dirty joke, and never heard him speak ill of a neighbor. He observed the Golden Rule strictly and when he died he owed no man anything.
He was a member of the Christian church and had been for more than 50 years. I could say more--much more, but I shall close with the thought that really and truly that of all the sturdy oak trees that stood on the old hill at the old home he was the sturdiest, and as he loved the old trees in his life they loved him and will miss him, for he was their friend--the old hills will miss him, the old creek will miss him, the paths along which his feet used to walk with firm tread will miss him, and as he passes from the memory of men into the mist of the past, and his poor body mingles again with the dust from where it was taken in old Alabama, it can be truthfully said that the last of the Romans is dead.
--His son, Henry C. Fuller
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