Rev. E. E. Scott

This year I am going through an alphabet of news items taken from The Emancipator newspaper, published  between 1917 and 1920 in Montgomery, Alabama.  All of the news items were found on Each item is transcribed directly below the clipping.   Click on any image to enlarge.


Rev. Scott was the minister who married my grandparents, Mershell Graham and Fannie Turner.

Great Preacher Goes To Reward

Montgomery, Ala., June 15.

One of the most impressive funeral services ever conducted in this city was that of the late Rev. E. E. Scott, who had served as pastor of the First Congregational Church in Montgomery for fifteen years.

Rev. Scott died in Talladega, Ala. Friday, June 11, where he went last August, having accepted the position as pastor of the Congregational Church in that city.

The remains of the deceased were brought to Montgomery Sunday night and laid in state in the Congregational Church where hundreds of persons from all denominations and ranks of life crowded in to take a last look at the face of a man ???????????? the service of all the people.

In connection with his duties as pastor, Rev. Scott also taught eleven years in the local State Normal School, where he made a deep and lasting impression upon the lives of the students with whom he came in touch.

The funeral oration was delivered by Dean O’Brien of Talladega College, who accompanied the remains to Montgomery.

Touching tributes to the life and Christian character of the deceased were also paid by several prominent speakers including Prof. J. A. Lawrence, Rev.  Jones of Cotton Valley, Ala., Bishop J.W. Alstork, Mrs. Dillard of Selma, Ala. Prof. J. W. Beverly, Mr. J. . Fagain and others. The services presided over by Rev. Stanley, pastor of the local Congregational Church.

The deceased is survived by his widow, four daughters, two sons, a mother and other relatives, and a large circle of friends.

The interment took place Monday afternoon in Lincoln Cemetery.


 Rev. Edward Estus Scott was born to Edward and Mary Jane (Presley) Scott, in Hazlehurst, Mississippi on May 23, 1866. He spent nine years in the preparatory and normal departments of Tougaloo College. , and was graduated from Howard Theological Seminary and was ordained to the Congregational ministry in 1892. He served a  pastorate in Alco, Alabama during 1892-93.

On October 31, 1894, He and Rachel Pepper were married at Vaughn Mississippi. They moved to Nashville, TN where he served as a pastor for three years. The first of their six children was born there. Following his pastorate at Nashville, he spent a season with the Fisk Jubilee singers in the North and East. It was said he had a fine, mellow voice.

Rev. Scott took a church in Shelby, Alabama in 1897 and remained there until 1904. It was then that he was called to First Congregational Church in Montgomery where he served from 1904 to 1919. During his time there he also taught classes at the State Normal School. He took a church in Talladega, Alabama in 1919 and he died there on June 11, 1920, from a stroke.


Both of my grandparents, Mershell and Fannie Graham, were members of First Congregational Church in Montgomery. Below is a letter that Rev. Scott wrote to my grandfather when he first moved to Detroit. Both pages are transcribed below the images.

570 S. Union St., Montgomery, Ala, Nov. 3, 1917

My Dear Brother Graham;

Your second letter came to me yesterday, and I hasten to acknowledge it lest procrastination get me again; for I had intended time and again to write you in answer to your first letter, but just kept putting off. We appreciate your donations-

I wish to assure you that we often think of you here both at the parsonage and at the church. We still miss you and should be very, very glad if something should turn up here to make it desirable and profitable for you to come back.  We shall still hope for this anyhow.

It is source of real pleasure to stop in from time to time to see your mother and say a word of cheer to her. I think she kept up remarkable well.  Miss Mattie’s coming cheered her up wonderfully.

I guess you know by this time that Edward is married and yesterday  he wrote us from camp – so he is called to the colors, Camp Meade, 15 miles from Baltimore is his camp. According to present plans, he may be in Anniston soon; but the government does not seem to know just what to do with it’s Negro soldiers, so it is uncertain where he will be.

Mrs. Scott

I am glad you are keeping up with our own people up there in the church. I advised Mrs. Thompson and Mr. Dale and now I urge you to join them in trying to get the pastor of First Congregational Church, Dr. Huget, to help organize a church for our own people who are in Detroit.

It is barely possible that Mrs. Scott may visit her grand aunt there across the river in Sandwich, this winter. In the event she does I know you will all make it pleasant for her.

Give our regards to all, and tell them I expect everyone of them to join the new church that will be organized there.

Very sincerely your pastor

E. E. Scott


I found this information on in Census Records, Directories, Death Records and Military Records. I also found The Congregational Year Book, Vol 43 & The Congregationalist And Advance, Aug. 12, 1920  very helpful. The news items  were found on The photograph is from my personal collection.

14 thoughts on “Rev. E. E. Scott

  1. A couple years ago when I wrote about the people who sent flowers or attended my grandparents’ funerals, I felt like my grandparents’ lives became clearer and fuller to me as I began to learn about their circle of friends. Their whole world was unfolding before my eyes. I’m feeling that way now too with your family.

  2. History is a lot more than kings, queens and generals. It’s why I have always loved local history, wherever I have worked. When I was putting together a collection of memories of former students of the school where I was working, I got a letter from a lady who remembered bringing a tyre to school for a wartime rubber collection, only to see it roll back down the hill she’d pushed it up…and I was taken back many years to World War II…

    1. I have learned more history since I began studying my ancestors, their friends and community than I think I learned in my school history classes.

  3. “…the government does not seem to know just what to do with it’s Negro soldiers..” is sure telling of the times, and it took many years to come around! I am envious of friends and fellow genealogists that have family letters, my ancestors must have burned theirs…. like I did just before my wedding day!! No way was anyone going to read those hahaha!
    I too have learned more history since doing genealogy (or reading historical novels) than I ever did in school! It is more interesting when it is about people we know, or are getting to know in a novel.

    My A to Z Genealogy Challenges

    1. I threw a bunch of mine, my sister’s and my mother’s in a dumpster in rural Mississippi about 1980. I was trying to live in the present. Shaking my head. Not realizing that it was my job to live in the past. I’ve been kicking myself for that ever since.

  4. Enjoyed this post, and am pushed to transcribe some old letters that are copies on my external hard drive (safe but what DO they say?) I will work on them (next, on the list of things to do…maybe?) Someone carried them around in a box, and they survived to be xeroxed back in the 80s. I doubt that the originals are still around.
    Listening to the Frisk Jubilee Singers, and it was cut off without the last note…but it will be in my head all day now.

    1. Letters and newspaper articles are the best, along with journals and interviews for bringing another dimension to people. I have a bunch of letters I just got copies of that my paternal grandmother wrote from 1903-1906, as soon as the A to Z is over I will be transcribing them.

      And that is annoying that they cut off the last few notes.

  5. How wonderful to hear the Fisk singers, who you have written about before. And to read the letter Rev. Scott wrote to your grandparents. We have all lost family correspondence along the way, through moves or decluttering — in my case a letter from relatives in Italy who my aunt corresponded with, which I remember reading in high school and never saw again. How fortunate that this letter has been saved!

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