
| i. | HARRIET HUNGERFORD4 CROVATT, b. October 02, 1890, Grahamville, Jasper County, South Carolina64; d. November 12, 1932, Savannah, Chatham County, Georgia; m. DR. JOSIAH BARTOW BECK, July 13, 1922, Atlanta, De Kalb County, Georgia; b. December 29, 1891, Grahamville, Jasper County, South Carolina65; d. August 23, 1961, Edisto Beach, Colleton County, South Carolina65. |
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Notes for DR. JOSIAH BARTOW BECK: The following information is by Josiah de Lartigue Beck, D.D.S., son of Josiah Bartow Beck and Helen Williams Beck. My father was a good and kindly man. He was always fair with his children. He loved us dearly, but was reluctant to hug, and never kissed his boys. We knew he loved us by his everyday demeanor towards us, so that was never in question. His step-children loved him more than they did their own fathers. He made friends easily and was well liked by most who knew him. He was a manly type of person, but not to the point of arrogance. He believed in dealing honestly with others. He didn't like vulgarity of speech and never used it. He did, however use profanity. He used it less often after he became aware that his young children were beginning to use the same language. He never overcame this habit and continued to curse all his life. My father was not religious, and didn't go to church except on a rare occasion to appease my mother. He even played Santa Clause at the Holly Hill Baptist Church one year when I was pre-school aged. I think that was the last time he went to church. Dad was a heavy smoker. He smoked Lucky Strike cigarettes from before I was born until about a year before his death in 1961. He had tried many times to quit smoking, but couldn’t. Finally pulmonary emphysema so overwhelmed him that he couldn’t breathe well enough to inhale the smoke. He suffered a great deal with suffocation brought on by this terrible lung disease caused by smoking cigarettes. His mother died when he was five years old. He said she went to the hospital and never returned home. His father died when my father was eleven years old. I don't know the cause of death. My father then lived with his married sister, Emily Beck Williman in Charleston, South Carolina, for awhile, but didn't get along with Jake Williman, her husband, and eventually left. He somehow managed to reach the age when he could enlist in the U.S. Army Cavalry, where he served during World War I in France. He didn't like the name "Josiah" as a youngster and when he enlisted in the U.S. Army, he enlisted under the name of Joseph Bartow Beck and so any military records will be found under this name. He learned much about Veterinary Medicine while in the cavalry, and after returning from the War, he became a licensed Veterinarian and opened his own Veterinary Hospital in Atlanta, GA. Later, he moved to Savannah, GA and continued practicing Veterinary Medicine as Jos. B. Beck, D.V.M. He had studied all his life, but only attended formal school for a short while. He once told me he had gone to Night School as a youngster, I don't know where or when, but suspect it was in Charleston, SC I can recall many occasions when he would recite Shakespearean plays and works he had memorized as a lad. He married his first cousin Harriet (Harrie) Hungerford Crovatt. They had no children. Harrie had a stroke after they had been married for about 10 years, and she was affected mentally, severely. My mother told me that often Harrie would scream at my father how she hated him when he walked into the house. My father related to me that he stayed home with Harrie until he had spent all his money on her medical care, and then had to return to work at his animal hospital. He had hired a black woman to care for Harrie during his absence. Finally, one day the woman was sick and sent her 11 or 12 year old daughter to take care of my father's wife. My father left his medicine bag at home for some reason, and Harrie told the black child to bring it to her, which she did. Harrie took enough strychnine, retrieved from his bag, to kill several people. When my father returned home, she was dead. Dad related to me that he had befriended an alcoholic Veterinarian, I don't recall his name, some time before Harrie had her stroke. He eventually gave 1/2 his Veterinarian Hospital practice to this doctor. When Harrie got sick, he left the other doctor in charge of his practice. When he returned to his hospital after Harrie passed away, the other doctor was nowhere to be found, the hospital was empty, the practice was now non-existent. My father was devastated and financially defunct as well. I can well imagine my father giving half his veterinary practice away as he said, because many years later, he offered to give half his grocery and service station business to my half brother Samuel Summer Adams, even though he, my mother, my brother George Bartow Beck and I had been the only ones to work there for the four or five years he had owned the business. Sam had been in Lamar, Colorado working as an electrician for an Alfalfa processing company for those years, but had just recently become unemployed. This was the measure of his generosity. My mother knew my father for many years prior to their marriage. She was a niece to Harrie Crovatt Beck, my father's first wife. She called my father Uncle Joe, as did my half-sister, Elizabeth Love-Kelly, and my half-brother Sam Adams. Elizabeth continued to call my father "Uncle Joe" all her life. Sam always called my father "Old Man", but never in a disrespectful way, just in a familiar and loving way. After Harrie passed away, my mother-to-be and father -to-be began dating and subsequently married. I was born in Januray, 1934 and 23 months later, my brother, George, was born. My father was unable to establish his veterinary practice in Savannah. In order to make a living, my parents decided to move to South Carolina and start over. We moved to James Island, South Carolina, where dad resumed his Veterinary Medicine practice. The economy was so depressed, that he was unable to make a living there, so we moved to Charleston, SC where my parents started a Chicken ranch. This, too, failed, and we then moved to Holly Hill, SC, where my father had gained employment as a Veterinarian with a person named A.B. Bennett, a wealthy farmer and rancher in Holly Hill. We first lived in a house owned by a Mr. Boyken, just off Main Street as you entered town from the Charleston side of town. Later we moved to one on Main Street just around the corner from the Boyken house. This new residence was owned by a Mr. Smith. We remained there until we moved away in 1941. Dad rented a stable and started a business of his own, trading horses and mules and doing Veterinary Medical work. The stable was located across Main street from the Smith house. In order to help pay the bills, my parents later started a laundry service, operating out of one of the out-buildings on the property they rented from Mr. Smith. This venture also went sour, and they quit the business. Even though we didn't have much money, dad was a hard working man. On many occasions, he would come home late at night (1:00 or 2:00 in the morning), fall exhaustedly into bed, and within an hour have to answer to someone in the front yard with a sick horse or mule. My father was well respected throughout the area for his skills and dedicated service. He related to me in later years that he was unable to pass the South Carolina Veterinary Licensing examination. He said he couldn't pass the Chemistry portion of the examination. and was practicing without a license all the while he was in South Carolina. He continued to practice in Holly Hill until World War II. He was never able to bring home much money, primarily because of the poverty of the area, but also because he was such a kind person that others took advantage of him. He finally learned that he couldn't go out to collect bills owed him. Invariably someone would borrow his change money, and he would be more "broke" than ever. Some thirty years after his death, I visited friends in Holly Hill. I was at the service station owned by a friend (who happened to be the Mayor of the town at the time, Buddy Meyers), when an old black man drove in. Buddy told him I was Doc. Beck's boy. The old man greeted me warmly, recalling my father, then took $5.00 from his tattered old billfold, gave it to me, and explained that he owed "your daddy this money". I took it to permit him to feel good about the situation once and for all after these many years. When World War II broke out, my father decided to help in the war effort. He was too old to go to war and had a young family to feed, so he took a job as a guard at the Charleston Navy Yard in North Charleston, South Carolina. For a few months, my father commuted the approximately fifty miles to work. I remember the gas sticker in the window of his 1934 Ford automobile. Also I remember him needing tires for his car and having trouble getting them due to war effort rationing of tires. Once he tried to get more mileage from his tires by cutting some light duty truck tires to fit over the ones on his car. This didn’t work out, the car tires just wore away inside the truck tire outer casings. I can imagine the ride wasn’t any too smooth either. Finally, housing was available for us and we moved to Liberty Homes housing project in North Charleston, SC so my father could be near his place of employment. This move also helped alleviate the commute problem with rationed fuel and the like. It took dad a few weeks before he could find our house in the maze of houses of the project. He would walk from the house to the side street, then to the back street to ascertain the location. That night, when he returned home from work, he searched for hours to find his house, he just couldn’t shake the confusion about its location. This drove him to distraction, and he threatened to move back to Holly Hill so he wouldn’t be so lost. Once he put a newspaper on the telephone pole next to the driveway from the street leading to the rear of our house. He was sure this would solve his problem. While he was at work, a slight wind storm came up and blew the paper away. When he came home, he couldn’t find his house. This almost undid him. Finally, after several weeks, he learned how to find home and things settled down to a routine for us. Dad worked for nine years at the Naval Shipyard as a Guard. Not once was he late for work nor did he miss a day of work until his retirement. I don’t remember the date of his retirement, but I think it was about 1950 or so. Most of my father’s life was lived in good health. He had been provided with dentures since his mid-twenties, but didn’t like them. He wore his dentures when in public, but took them out when he came h ome. He never had a headache in his life. However, he did have a condition referred to as a nervous stomach for most of his adult life. This caused him a lot of discomfort. He went on a strained baby food diet at one time to help relieve his pain. I think he finally got relief from tincture of belladonna.. In about 1953 he contracted tuberculosis. He spent about 11 months at the Veterans Hospital in Oteen, North Carolina recovering from this disease. He never had a recurrence. Also, when he was about 62 years old, he developed a bleeding ulcer. He was hospitalized and reportedly 2/3 of his stomach was removed. At that time, the surgeons discovered his heart had enlarged and he had an aneurysm in the aorta. He was subsequently surgerized to correct this problem, but a blood clot formed in his left inguinal artery during the surgery. This left him with an annoying tingling feeling in his left leg. He refused any more treatment for the problem and the leg bothered him until his death August 23, 1961. Although my father died at Edisto Beach, South Carolina, he resided in Walterboro, South Carolina at the time of his death. He was buried at the Sandy Dam Methodist Church cemetery in Walterboro, South Carolina. Cause of death was complications from pulmonary emphysema, precipitated a heart attack. My mother, Helen Williams Beck is buried next to him |
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More About DR. JOSIAH BARTOW BECK: Burial: August 1961, Sandy Dam Methodist Church, Walterboro, Colleton County, South Carolina. Cause of Death: Heart attack and Pulmonary Emphysema (Smoked cigarettes for most of his life.). |
| i. | MARIE4 JENKINS, b. WFT Est. 1873-189166; d. WFT Est. 1889-197866; m. ARTHUR E. HARDING, WFT Est. 1889-192966; b. WFT Est. 1862-189066; d. WFT Est. 1889-197366. |
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Notes for ARTHUR E. HARDING: Residence, Washington, D.C. No children. |
| ii. | WILLIAM JENKINS, JR., b. WFT Est. 1873-189166; d. WFT Est. 1878-197566. |
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Notes for WILLIAM JENKINS, JR.: Residence, Grahamville, Jasper, South Carolina. |
| iii. | BEULAH JENKINS, b. WFT Est. 1873-189166; d. WFT Est. 1889-197866; m. UNKNOWN HAYDEN, WFT Est. 1889-192966; b. WFT Est. 1862-189066; d. WFT Est. 1889-197366. | ||
| iv. | MARY WASHINGTON JENKINS, b. WFT Est. 1873-189166; d. WFT Est. 1889-197866; m. RICHARD RHETT, WFT Est. 1889-192966; b. WFT Est. 1862-189066; d. WFT Est. 1889-197366. |
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Notes for RICHARD RHETT: Residence, Charleston, Charleston, South Carolina. . |
| i. | NINA HUGUENIN4 BRYAN, b. April 11, 186466; d. WFT Est. 1878-195866,67; m. JOSEPH HALLETT BORROUGHS, WFT Est. 1878-191168,69; b. WFT Est. 1847-186770; d. WFT Est. 1881-195370. |
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Notes for JOSEPH HALLETT BORROUGHS: Residence in New Rochelle, New York. |
| ii. | LUCIUS MAXIMILLIAN BRYAN, b. April 11, 186770; d. December 1930, Savannah, Chatham, Georgia70. | ||
| iii. | LUCIUS MAXIMILLIAN BRYAN, b. 187371; d. 193071. | ||
| 35. | iv. | EMILY LUCILLE BRYAN, b. April 11, 1873, Thomasville, Georgia; d. WFT Est. 1899-1967. | |
| v. | VICTOR RANDOLPH BRYAN, b. September 187572; d. 190872,73; m. FLORENCE SOHL, WFT Est. 1892-190674,75; b. WFT Est. 1871-188876; d. WFT Est. 1892-197476. | ||
| vi. | LETTIE RUTLEDGE BRYAN, b. April 30, 187776; d. WFT Est. 1891-197176,77; m. GEORGE LASH, WFT Est. 1891-192478,79; b. WFT Est. 1860-188080; d. WFT Est. 1894-196680. |
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Notes for GEORGE LASH: Residence in New York, New York . |
| i. | THEODORE B.4 BECK, b. 1863, Lousiana80; d. WFT Est. 1864-195380. |
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Notes for THEODORE B. BECK: Died unmarried. |
| ii. | EUGENE L. BECK, b. 1865, Lousiana80; d. WFT Est. 1866-195580. |
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Notes for EUGENE L. BECK: Married, but no children. . |
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