Friday, June 6, 2008

His Premonition

I discovered the link to this blog while reading this blog after reading this blog which I linked to from this blog. (Don't you love to hop and skip from blog to blog?)

Henry Sharpe Higginbotham(Shorpy) born November 23, 1896 died January 25, 1927; crushed by a rock in Bessie Mine, in Jefferson County, near Dora, AL. The short story of his short life can be read here, Shorpy, The 100-Year-Old Photo Blog.

Shorpy lived out his life not too many miles from my grandmother's oldest brother whose life was also cut short by a tragic mining accident. These two men were contemporaries, living on opposite sides of the same county in Alabama, most likely working down in their separate mines simultaneously.

Grandmother came from a big family of Scottish Irish God-fearing country stock. "Luster" was the pronunciation she always used when talking about her older brother. My great uncle, James Lester McCombs was 17 the day he and his younger brother Claude started walking to their jobs in a mine near Bradford, Alabama.

Later upon reflection, Claude said Lester seemed to have a bad feeling that day and was reluctant to go to work, trying unsuccessfully to talk Claude into playing hooky from work along with him. Thinking better of sloughing their responsibilities they both went on. Sometime later that day Lester was crushed by falling rocks. He was loaded onto the back of an old Model T truck and driven to the closest hospital which was miles away. He lived for a few hours but his internal injuries were too grave for him to survive. He died leaving behind eight grieving siblings as well as his mother and father. My grandmother told the story of her big brother's death with the a loving regret that never changed from the first time I heard her tell the story until the last. Last summer while attending a family reunion, I heard the only remaining member of that original sibling group tell the story of his brother's death all those years ago. Uncle J.L. told the same story almost word for word. James Lester(Luster) McCombs had never been forgotten by his brothers and sisters even after the passage of so many years.

These were the parents of Lester McCombs, my great granddaddy Henry Issac McCombs
who I knew and my great grandmother Martha Jane who died when I was a baby.
( my great grandparents are on the left; his sister and her husband are on the right)

14 comments:

  1. Excellent family history story. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks.

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  2. What a nice picture and it seems as though you could write a book from their adventures. Life seemed like it was so simple then, but they had challenges and many cut their lives short. You always make me look back.

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  3. I can almost see that young man going to work that day, you tell a nice story.
    denise

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  4. what a wonderful family history story. interestingly, my first married name was higinbotham (only one "g"). and, i agree there may be a book in here somewhere!!!

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  5. I really enjoy historical old family stories and pictures (as you already know)!

    It makes you think how a simple decision, like to play hooky or not, could change the course of your entire life.

    Loved this, Stevie!

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  6. It is so awesome that you have those stories. We have very few stories in my family. Somewhere along the line, they stopped telling them and it makes me sad that I know so little about my ancestors and their lives.

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  7. OH - P.S. I LOVE "FRAISER"!!!! Another cosmic connection?

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  8. Oh my -- my maternal grandfather was killed by falling rock in the mines in Eastern Pennsylvania. He left a wife and six children, my mother being the youngest, only three months old.
    It was/is a very dangerous profession.

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  9. Hi!what a wonderful family history story. Thanks so so so very much for your kind comment in my blog!see you xoxo

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  10. i enjoyed this post too. always love reading such personal, historical tales like these. thank you!

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  11. Well told! I could almost hear the sadness in your grandmother's voice as she retold the story of her brother.

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  12. Such a sad story, and far too young to die. What a tragedy for your family to endure....

    So many have been lost in the mines....its a shame that even nowadays, it happens.

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  13. Very interesting!I am so glad that you have written the story for all of us to read.

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  14. Very Good Story. I enjoyed it so..much. My maiden name is McCombs, and our famlies seem a lot alike

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