Some Interesting Genealogical Anecdotes
The Old Wash Stand Story
and
The Civil War
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I have a tracing of "John F. Vardaman"'s
signature taken from the floor of the top drawer of the old washstand at
7 Keiffer Drive, St. Albans, WV. I traced it there in June 1999,
where the washstand had been given to my father, Adrian Sutton Gwin,
who wrote a column about the furniture (below)
published in the Charleston Daily Mail, the local newspaper
for which he wrote for over fifty years.
Dad was given the washstand to care for after the funeral of his brother,
James Bassett Gwin II, by James' daughter,
Juanita K. Gwin Englebracht, who I hope still has the four-poster
bed and dresser. Dad faithfully kept it for Juanita ever since.
James had received the 3-piece suite from his aunt, Maggie Vardaman
Webb, who had acquired it after the death of her mother, Julia Ann
Flynn
Vardaman, the widow of
John Forsythe Vardaman. John F.
had died in 1906, and Julia A. (James' and Dad's maternal grandmother)
had died in 1931. John and Julia had bought it shortly after their
marriage just after the Civil War had ended, as the story goes, from a
family who was moving to Texas from Alabama. What is probably the
maker's mark on the stand's back (or perhaps the first owner's?) is crudely
painted in black paint: "P BROS" and "B'ham".
On 20 Aug 1999, I received an exciting e.mail from someone who, from all
indications, is my third cousin, Ms. Dona
Lee Vaughn. She told me her paternal grandfather's mother,
Mary
Ann Flynn, is the sister of my paternal grandmother's mother, Julia
Ann Flynn. Dona's brother, Thomas
Lee and also a third cousin, also wrote, verifying Dona's letter.
Earlier, it seems, both of them had read a post I had left at the Flynn
Family Genealogical Forum stating my connection to the Flynn family
and listing the several details my uncle, James B. Gwin II, had
included in his collection. One of those details had been that Julia
Ann Flynn, my great-grandmother, had a younger sister, Mary Ann Flynn,
who had married a John A. Lee in 1861.
Alright. It turns out that Mary Ann's and Julia's respective husbands,
John
A. Lee and the aforementioned John Forsythe Vardaman, had served
in
the Civil War from Alabama. John Lee had already married Mary Ann
in 1861, but John Vardaman waited to marry Julia until after the war.
I had heard the story often from my dad, who'd heard it from his mother
and grandmother, of how his grandfather, John Vardaman, had been
at Appomattox with Gen. Robert E. Lee at the surrender and had walked--WALKED--back
home to Alabama.
An interesting aside here: While stopped to rest at a farmhouse
somewhere in Tennessee, I believe the story goes, he admired a rosebush
in the front yard and asked for a rooting to take to his sweetheart.
Wrapped in a piece of burlap in his backpack and kept watered during the
trek, the moss rose was planted in what would become their front yard in
Alabama, where it thrived. Years and another rooting later, my dad
took yet a third rooting of it from Aunt Maggie's house to his--our--home
in West Virgina, where he planted it in our front yard. When we moved
across town, he moved it, too, and today, the Civil
War Rose lives on.*
Back to the story: In Alabama, he married his sweetheart, built
his house, bought some bedroom furniture from a neighbor couple who were
moving from there to Texas--the same bedroom suite, of course, with the
washstand which stayed in my parents' living room until Dad's death in
2001 and which now stands in our dining room in Las Cruces, NM, still waiting
for Juanita--farmed the land, raised four kids, and served as Superintendent
of Coosa County Schools.
But today the story gets better. Dona Vaughn, this new-found
3rd cousin, tells me that John A. Lee was also at Appomattox for
the surrender--they even have his "safe conduct" paper from Appomattox--and
that he and Mary Ann had moved to Texas in 1871 from Coosa County.
It's at this point that several pieces to the puzzle may fall together.
When John Lee married Mary Ann Flynn in 1861, John Vardaman already
knew and was courting Julia Ann Flynn. But the war interrupted things,
and both Johns enlisted in the CSA from Coosa County, Alabama, (we know
John Vardaman enlisted in 1861 and John Lee in 1862, each in a different
unit) and served for the duration, somehow ending up together at the
surrender on April 9, 1865. And so I submit the following as
an interesting and plausible theory:
I'm betting they walked home together, and that being with John
Lee during the walk home may even have somehow influenced and reinforced
John Vardaman's intent to marry Lee's sister-in-law, Julia, that December
of 1865. The two couples were country neighbors for five or six years,
and when the Lees moved to Wood Co., Texas, in 1871, it was their furniture
that the Vardamans bought.
What do you think? Dona? Tom?
Others?
John,
I'm certain your Plausible Theory is right. I'm sure Tom remembers,
as I do, our being told as children that our great-grandfather John walked
all the way home from Appomattox. I remember hearing that when he
got home, so filthy and covered with lice, that he wouldn't let anyone
near him until he had bathed, and that his old clothes were burned.
Dona
Dona Vaughn
Following is Dad's column from the Charleston, West Virginia, Charleston
Daily Mail, Wednesday edition, March 14, 1984, page 12A:
Looking Back
by Adrian Gwin
Grandma Couldn't Do Without Marble-Top Washstand
Yesterday's simple necessity is today's antique luxury.
The old marble-topped washstand in our living room was one of
Grandma's most useful pieces of furniture.
In her day, and even when I was a boy, she used it regularly
for taking her twice-weekly bath.
It's well over 100 years old now, solid walnut wood, tall and
graceful, with a carved gingerbread beadboard above, and old brass handles
below.
Grandma and Grandpa [John Gwin note:i.e.,
John Forsythe Vardaman and Julia Ann Flynn Vardaman] got it about
1870 or '75 as part of a three-piece set of bedroom furniture.
While we of today often gripe of the inconveniences of modern
bathrooms, consider what they did when the washstand was a way of life.
I remember that Grandma's bedroom door at Aunt Maggie's house
was always closed on Tuesdays and Saturdays because Uncle Jeff made a fire
in her bedroom then, winter and summer. Grandma's room had to be
warm for her bath.
There was a bathroom in the house when I remember it, about
1922, added on the back porch long after the house was built in 1906, but
Grandma wouldn't bathe in the claw-footed tub there. In her book,
that wasn't the way you took a bath.
Sometime in the afternoon she'd take the china pitcher from
the washbowl on the marble-top, and shuffle off to the kitchen where Aunt
Maggie had a fire all day in the wood-burning stove.
She dipped near-boiling water from the reservoir on the stove,
filled her pitcher and carried it back to the bedroom. When I was
very small, I'd be allowed to stay in her room until she was ready to begin
the routine of her bath.
From her dresser she got clean underthings--a pair of cotton
knit knee-length pants with a drawstring at the waist and tatted lace at
the knees, and a top-piece that she called a blouse sometimes, but mostly
it was called a "sack". There was a chemise and an underskirt.
Then her clean dress. All these she laid out on the bed.
From the top drawer of the washstand came a cracked china saucer
with a cake of Cashmere Bouquet soap, and a cake of cooked-out sheep's
tallow that she called mutton suet.
Next came out a clean washrag--she never called it a "wash cloth,"
it was forever a washrag--and a clean towel. Then I was shooed out
of the room so she could begin her bath.
I've learned long since that it was strictly a stand-up bath,
for my mother often told us small children how
Grandma bathed at the old washstand.
I remember that as kids we'd bathe in the old tin tub before
our fireplace. How could Grandma get into that little china basin
to take an all-over bath, we wondered.
And I remember that after her bath, Grandmother always smelled
faintly and deliciously of Cashmere Bouquet soap, because she could never
rinse all of it off her at that old marble-topped washstand.
When she had toweled herself dry, Grandma always rubbed a little
bit of mutton suet on her hands and massaged it all over her body.
She didn't know it way back then, but today's body-beauty lotions make
a big deal out of "lanolin"--the chief ingredient of sheep's tallow.
One day in 1931 Grandma went through the usual routine of her
bath, and when she opened the blinds, the sun was shining, so she walked
out on the porch and sat in the sun on the swing there. She had bathed
at that washstand for about 60 years, and she was 91 years old.
Caught her death of cold. Died of pneumonia three days
later.
The washstand stayed in her room at Aunt Maggie's house until
about 1946 when my brother James got married. He and his wife Evelyn
had a bathroom in their home, so the washstand graced their living room
for nearly 40 years.
When James died on March 1, his daughter Juanita let me take
the washstand apart and put it in the back of the station wagon where it
rode home with me from Louisiana.
It's a tangible reminder of the Good Old Days that nobody wants
to go back to, but everybody wants to remember.
[John Gwin note:
The summer of 1999 while we were visiting Mom and Dad in West Virginia,
Dad told me the story again that his mother, my grandmother, had so often
told him, of how his grandma took a bath--the part he had evidently decided
not to include in the above 1984 rendition of the story: "She'd strip
to the waist and wash down as far as possible, then put her clean
top-clothes on. Then she'd strip from the waist down and wash up
as far as possible. And then she'd wash Possible!"]
And so I've learned a new chapter to the old story
and met two new cousins (and I'm sure more will follow), whom I believe
to be direct descendants of the original owners of Grandma's and Grandpa's
old washstand.
Dad died 7 May 2001, and my wife and daughter
and I loaded up the wash stand and brought it to New Mexico to be here
where Mom is. And Juanita, if you're reading this, e.mail me so we
can get this set of furniture back together! :-)
*Dad's story, "A Rose of Long Ago", is better
than my abbreviated one. Read it in his book, Once Upon Ago
from the Charleston Daily Mail's "Looking Back with
Adrian Gwin", McClain Printing Co., St. Albans, WV,1993; ISBN 0-87012-508-7;
LOCCCN 93-91687. Or stick around awhile, and maybe I'll get it scanned
here on the page!
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