Thursday, January 20, 2011

Ancestry.com Can't Show You This!

As you may know, I've been adding as many people as possible to my family tree. It's exhilarating and sometimes very frustrating. I have, in my possession, a pile of clippings my grandmother saved about my grandfather's banking experiences in Florida and other places.

It's not always the intended parts of the clippings that are interesting. I found this on the back of one of them.

1912 from a Florida newspaper...


He killed the man because Boyce's SON eloped with his (Sneed's) wife. He later killed the son!

Guess you can't do that in Texas (elope with someone's wife, that is)

I was going to type the entire clipping, but went on line just for fun and found more!

"BOYCE-SNEED FEUD. In October 1911, John Beal Sneed, the son of Joseph Tyre Sneed, Sr., placed his wife of twelve years, Lenora (Lena) Snyder Sneed, in Arlington Heights Sanitarium in Fort Worth after Lena confessed her infatuation with Al Boyce, Jr., to him. Sneed and Boyce had vied for Lena's affection when all three were students at Southwestern University in Georgetown. Sneed's action set off a bizarre series of events that symbolized the tenacity of frontier justice in West Texas in the early twentieth century. Less than a month after her incarceration, with the aid of Al Boyce, Lena escaped from the sanitarium and the pair eloped to Canada. Discovered in Winnipeg, Canada, the two were arrested by the authorities, who released Lena into the custody of her husband and her father, Tom Snyder. Initially, Lena returned to Clayton, New Mexico, with her father. She later returned to her husband. After abduction charges against Boyce were dismissed by a Fort Worth court in early January 1912, Sneed fatally shot Boyce's father, Albert G. Boyce, Sr., alleging that the man had assisted his son in breaking up Sneed's home. Sneed's murder trial generated intense interest all over the United States and parts of Canada. Newspapers carried the day-by-day developments. In Fort Worth, the trial produced controversy that led to violence. Four men were killed outside the courthouse, and women fought with hatpins in the courthouse halls and even in the courtroom. After failing to reach a verdict, the jury was dismissed and a mistrial was declared. The jury was split 7 to 5 for acquittal. After the murder of his father in March by a tenant farmer believed to be associated with the Boyces, Beal Sneed shot and killed Al Boyce, Jr., as Boyce was walking in front of Polk Street Methodist Church in Amarillo. Sneed had lain in wait for two weeks in a cottage across from the church, waiting to catch Boyce unaccompanied by his brother Lynn. After firing three blasts of his twelve-gauge shotgun into Boyce, Sneed walked to the courthouse and surrendered himself and his weapon to the Potter County sheriff. Juries acquitted Sneed for both murders, declaring that they were justifiable homicides. A flood of congratulatory letters and telegrams greeted news of the verdicts. But reporters from papers outside of Texas regarded the shootings as cold-blooded murder. When reporters demanded a reason for the acquittal in the murder of Al Boyce, Jr., the jury foreman, James D. Crane, responded by saying, "The best answer is because this is Texas. We believe in Texas a man has the right and the obligation to safeguard the honor of his home, even if he must kill the person responsible."
Sneed, reunited with Lena, moved to Paducah, where he owned a ranch and a cotton farm. He also engaged in land speculation that resulted in further troubles for him. In October 1922, a federal court found him guilty of bribing a juror in a lawsuit concerning a land deal. Judge James C. Wilson sentenced Sneed to two years in Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary. In Sneed's absence, C. B. Berry, a Paducah groceryman and cotton raiser, shot and killed Wood Barton, Sneed's son-in-law, over a money dispute. Sneed, out of prison and dissatisfied with Berry's acquittal, retaliated by shooting Berry five times. Amazingly, Berry survived. Berry then responded by attempting to kill Sneed. Both men were found not guilty at their trials. Despite the acquittal, the Sneeds had worn out their welcome in Paducah, and their fortunes were low when they moved to Dallas. But Sneed recovered by investing in the East Texas oilfield. He and Lena lived in style in Dallas for more than thirty years. Sneed died of bone cancer on April 22, 1960. Lena died of heart failure on March 6, 1966. They are buried side by side in Hillcrest Cemetery in North Dallas."

The article I read said "The demonstration by Sneed and his attorneys over the verdict was dramatic. Walter Scott and W.P. McLean, attorneys for the defense, were fined for throwing their hats over the chandeliers.

Sneed emitted a cowboy yell but the court refused to censure him or fine him.

Ain't life a trip!!?

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Oops... SORRY! (grin)

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

SPOTLIGHT ON TRIPS... the first.. the beginning...

Boulder Colorado

If I have to trace my traveling back to the beginning, it would be ... 1966. Three dipsy broads left California to get to Boulder Colorado to see a folk group. I'm thinking it was the Back Porch Majority, but it actually may have been one of Randy's lesser groups, as the two girls other than me were 'dating' some of the members. Or at least enamored of them... I may be confusing the group with my flying trip to Denver to see the Back Porch, but either way it was a great excuse for a road trip..

my first.

Now, it may shock most of you, but I didn't drive on this trip. It may be that fact that led to my NEVER letting anyone else drive (except Joe, and there are reasons for that i.e. stick shiift). Never.



The two other girls were Holly, a tall, pretty part Cherokee girl with long long dark hair and freckles. The other was... well.. let's call her DumbLuck, but one of those letters is not the one I use to describe her.

Dumbluck could drive. I will compliment her on that while mentioning that in EVERY OTHER ASPECT OF HER LIFE she was... well... lucked.

Hence the name.

I however, was enchanted by the freedom of the open road, and it marked me forever. My only regret is that I wasn't behind the wheel, a point which I never forgot. I won't ride with you nor will I usually drive you around... meet you.. yep... drive with anyone... nope.

We did a great job of getting to Boulder in about 23 hours, especially considering we had to stop in Nephi Utah to have the car fixed and then realized they were BUILDING the road as we drove on a cut off to "I-70".

I-70, one of the prettiest roads through Western Colorado (through Glenwood Springs and other beautiful spots, was NOT built in 1966. We had to take the "route that I-70 might take someday when they built it but climbed and wandered all over the place because of the terrain" route.

The group, whichever one, was playing at the Buff Room in Boulder, which is now a pizza parlor, I believe. It was owned by a pair of flamboyant gentlemen who had ice sculptures in this folk venue... it was, to say, a real hoot! The guys had 'dates' of course, and the trip was chaotic, but I will always remember the first time I crossed a state line.. or two..

Dumbluck had several weird episodes, including buying a rifle in case she got in trouble. The only thing she listened to the entire trip was when I took the firing pin from the rifle and explained that, if the pin ever went in the rifle, I would wrap the rifle around her head...

I saw her many years later, when she was living next to my brother... she was celebrating her 29th birthday. I reminded her that we were all 21 on the trip, which would make her 34 at the time...


good ole' Dumbluck...

and the journey continues...

Monday, January 10, 2011

Ok.. Ok.. quit yelling!

Soon... I'll post soon, I promise!