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Interview With Mignon Walker Brown & 3 Hats

This photograph is dated September 1, 1919. The people from left to right are – my Grandfather Mershell C. Graham (aka Poppy), Mrs. Hicks from Chicago and Moses L. Walker. They seem to be having a picnic. I don’t know who Mrs. Hicks is. She only appears in the photos from this day. Uncle Moses wasn’t actually our uncle. He was the uncle of our cousins and an old friend of my grandparents from Montgomery, Alabama. My grandparents roomed with the Walkers when they first moved up to Detroit in 1918 and they were my Aunt Mary V.’s Godparents.

I have transcribed below an interview my cousin Margret did with Uncle Moses daughter, Mignon.

Interview With Mignon Walker Brown

Margaret McCall Thomas Ward

Today is May 15, 1986. I am going to interview Mignon Walker Brown, my cousin, about her mother and her mother’s interest in cosmetics.

Margaret: You know, Victoria and I were over here one day about a month ago and in the conversation you described a recipe your mother used to make a face cream. Can you remember what it was she used to put in the face cream?

Mignon: Yes it was really not her recipe, it was her sister’s recipe who was a beautician in Chicago. She used lanolin, which was lamb fat. You bought the big pieces of lamb fat and you rendered them in the oven under a very slow fire (can’t understand several words) get too brown. You keep turning the fire off so it wouldn’t cook. And then when you had enough…there was a preparation called Palmer’s Skin Success. Now my aunt had a… the reason she used this in it, was she had a big beauty parlor down in the loop in Chicago…

Margaret: What was her name?

Mignon: and she had a rich Jewish cliental and they wanted their skin kind of bleached. Palmer’s Skin Success was a bleach. It was a green preparation came in a small jar that we bought, that my mother bought and you beat the lanolin with a rotary beater until it got very, very light and then you added this Palmer’s Skin Success, enough for whatever, you know, I don’t remember the proportion of that but enough to bleach as much as you wanted to. And then you added perfume to that. And that was the cream. And my mother used it and my aunt told her she was way ahead of her time because she used to go to Sweden every year to study and she used to make up her face to go to bed at night like you make it up in the daytime and this was before they had night creams and things. And she said that your face got as dirty at night, even though you were sleeping, as it did in the day, so that you should make it up to go to bed and then make it up again in the morning, which is the same principle as using night preparations. And that’s been… I was a little bitta girl then.

Margaret: And that would have been about 1920?

Mignon: Well, I was five or six and I was born in 1909. Couldn’t have been more then seven, so that would have been 1916.

Margaret: What was your mother’s maiden name?

Mignon: Owen. Jeannette Armor Owen.

(pause) It was in Chicago but I don’t remember the name of the shop.

Margaret: Did you ever visit your aunt in Chicago?

Mignon: Yes, they lived in Hyde Park. They lived as white all their lives. My mother didn’t like being white so she went back to live with her grandmother in Memphis, but Aunt Susie, there was a brother, Joe who was my mother’s half brother too, but they were siblings, full siblings, Aunt Susie and Uncle Joe lived with my grandmother in Hyde Park and Aunt Susie really made a lot of money. They never…

Margaret: What was her maiden… what was her name?

Mignon: Mausby M-a-u-s-b-y. And I didn’t know much about her father except that he ran what they called… I’m trying to think of what they … like Ferris wheels and that kind of thing. You know. What do they call those?

Margaret: Circus sideshows?

Mignon: They used to have them in neighborhoods even when we were children.

Margaret: um hum.

Mignon: And he ran those through the South. Evidently was very well off and my grandmother had divorced him and so my mother finished high school in Chicago before she went back, you know, to Memphis. The story behind that really was that my Grandmother was born about a year before Lincoln freed the slaves and she was the daughter of the plantation owner. My great-grandparents were slaves in Virginia.

Margaret: Where in Virginia?

Mignon: I don’t know where in Virginia. When the Civil War… when Lincoln freed the slaves, the man who owned the plantation called my great grandmother and her husband, her black husband, to the house and said, my great grandmother’s name was Sally, “Sally, you and Armor are free. You may do whatever you want. You may stay here and work on the plantation or you may leave but you are not taking Vicki with you because she is my child and I intend to keep her. So they left Virginia under the cover of night and took my grandmother and took her to Memphis.

She was well educated. They sent her to Oberlin to school and she taught school in Memphis and she married my mother’s father, whose name was Owen. And that’s all I know about him because he was dead when I was born.

Margaret: Who? Mr. Owen?

Mignon: Mr. Owen.

Margaret: You don’t know his first name?

Mignon: I don’t remember his first name.

Margaret: But he lived in Memphis?

Mignon: He lived in Memphis. She finally left. She, my grandmother taught school in Memphis. She finally married Mr. Mausby and moved to Chicago.

Margaret: And then by Mr. Mausby she had two children?

Mignon: She had more then two. The others died. Because I was named for one of those.

Margaret: I was going to ask you that. How did you get that beautiful name, Mignon?

Mignon: Well, she… my grandmother named one of her daughters Mignon and my mother named me that for her half sister who died when she was quite young.

Margaret: So now where did your mother and father meet?

Mignon: In Memphis.

Margaret: And how did that come about? Have you any idea?

Mignon: Yes. My father was from Montgomery but he went to Tuskegee to School. And he became a protégé of Dr. George Washington Carver and he wanted to go to business school so Dr. Carver made arrangements for him to get a job at Iowa State University to go to the business school for a year.

Margaret: George Washington Carver?

Mignon: George Washington Carver.

Margaret: Not Booker T. Washington?

Mignon: George Washington Carver.

Margaret: I never knew that.

Mignon: As a matter of fact, my father was very disappointed when I was born that I wasn’t a boy because I was to be named George Washington Carver. (Laughter.)

At any rate, Daddy went to Iowa and stayed the year. He did not graduate because he thought he had made an A in one course and they gave him a B and he would not accept the diploma. But he left there and his older sister lived in what was then Indian Territory before it became the State of Oklahoma.

Margaret: Which sister was that? Susan?

Mignon: His oldest sister Annie.

Margaret: Annie?

Mignon: Not Annie, Susie, his oldest sister Susie who was married and living there. And his occupation was to….he had a mule that he rode and sold Bibles to the Indians. And in his last illness we were sitting… there used to be a program on television (Oh dear my, cut it off I don’t want you to hear that.) He would look at this town and say “My goodness, the people who did these sets certainly knew what they were doing because it looked exactly like that town because he had traveled throughout the West.

He came back and went to Mississippi and worked for a man who had a grocery store. A general store, and he used to go to Memphis to buy for the store and in those days he had just come from the West and he wore his hair like Buffalo Bill, long and cut short and they used to tease my mother about her boyfriend with the curls. But anyway, this is how she met him because he went to Memphis to buy for the store.

Margaret: And what did she do? What was she doing then?

Mignon: My mother?

Margaret: Umm humm.

Mignon: Just living with my grandmother. She didn’t do anything.

Margaret: Where did she go to school?

Mignon: Chicago. She finished high school in Chicago.

Margaret: I see.

Mignon: And she became a milliner. Then she decided to go back to Memphis and she didn’t have to work.

Margaret: Now they married in Memphis?

Mignon: They married in Memphis and went to Washington to live. They married in 1908. At that time my father was working in the Treasury Department in Washington.

©Margaret McCall Thomas Ward May 2, 2003

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Poppy Could Fix Anything

(This post was written for the 100th Edition of the Carnival of Genealogy There’s One In Every Family hosted by Jasia of Creative Gene)

I have never participated in a carnival of genealogy before.  I thought about it but never took the plunge.  After reading Jasia’s contribution about her tinkering father I started thinking about the handy men in my family.  On my father’s side his brother Hugh Cleage was called on when things needed to be fixed.  My husband’s father was famous for building things and taking them apart.  He could build and he could fix, he just didn’t seem to have enough time to finish.  Sometimes he would get ideas for how he could do it better and change up in the middle of a big project multiple times.

"Poppy on Fairfield"
Poppy outside the family flat.

The one I’m going to write about is my mother’s father, Poppy.  I’ve written about him before, about his notebook with projects started and completed.  See that here.  Poppy had a workshop in his basement.  It was in the old coal room.  He had a workbench, a tool chest, and a bin full of small pieces of wood.  He had filled up an old treadle sewing machine with a stone to sharpen knives and tools.  Outside of the workshop in the main basement was a long workbench.  There were short pieces of wood stored underneath.  Against the wall were longer pieces.  The workshop had a special smell of machine oil and wood and basement.

Poppy made furniture sometimes.  Not fine pieces but basic, useful pieces.  A rocking chair that sat in the upstairs hall when my mother was growing up where it was used to rock fussy babies and sick children.  I remember it next his bedroom window where you could sit and rock and look out over the backyard.  He made a small table that sat on the landing for the telephone.  The phone had a long cord so it reached upstairs at night and downstairs during the day.  He built me a wonderful two-sided dollhouse when I was about 8 and described one I had seen at a friend’s house.  I was the envy of my cousin and sister.  I still have it.

During the summer he set up a homemade slide when we came over.  The wood was planed and sanded smooth and then waxed regularly with the ends of candles.  I don’t remember any splinters.  It wasn’t a very long slide and eventually it served more as a support for our tents.

Poppy built flower boxes for his back porch and the back yard as well as for his daughter’s porch.  He could be seen coming up the walk to repair things with his toolbox, like a doctor coming to see a patient.  I remember Saturday afternoon spent at Plymouth Congregational Church while he fixed something; often it was the temperamental furnace.  Both of my grandparent’s sons died as young children so my mother spent a lot of time with her father fixing things.

My grandfather was in his eighties when things in his neighborhood became very dangerous.  It was around 1968.  Someone shot into the house.  A man walked in to the open side door, went upstairs and went through my great, great Aunt Abbie’s things and stole some.  She thought it was odd but didn’t try to stop him.  Luckily he came in and out of the house without running into my grandfather.  Eventually someone came to the door with a gun.  Poppy slammed the door shut and fell to the floor.  After this he and my parents decided to sell their houses and buy a two family flat together.  They bought one out by the University of Detroit.  Poppy set up his basement workshop again.  He and my mother planted corn and green beans and tomatoes in every spare space in the small yard.  Some days he would take a wagon and collect useful or interesting items people had thrown out around the neighborhood.  It was my last year of college and I was ready to leave home.  I wish now I had taken the time to sit and talk to my grandparents.  Maybe they were ready to tell some of those stories I wonder about if I had just asked.

Poppy’s locket

Several years after my mother’s death, I found a cigar box full of unidentified things – pocket watches, big buttons, lockets.  This locket had the note inside saying “? In locket in Daddy’s things”.  I don’t know who the women are.  The initials on the front seem to be H.J.G or maybe J.H.G.  My grandfather’s name was Mershell C. Graham.  His story is sketchy.

I find bits and pieces – unidentified photographs, old notebooks… If I could find him in the 1900 census with his family.  He was born in Coosada Station, Elmore County, Alabama about 1888.  He chose to celebrate his birthday on Christmas day because he didn’t know the actual day.  By the time I found him in the census in 1910 he was working on the railroad.  He moved to Detroit in 1917, married my grandmother in 1918 in Montgomery and they immediately removed to Detroit.  He worked at Ford Motor Co. for years.  He was a founder and trustee at Plymouth Congregational Church in Detroit.  He always grew a large, wonderful garden with cabbage, collards and tomatoes.  He could, and did, fix anything that needed fixing.  He taught himself to read so I assume he never went to school.  There is a story that he was a child servant and slept outside the little girls door at night.  The other story is that his parents came one one rainy day (from work?) to find him and his brother digging sweet potatoes out in the garden.  They had the measles. I’m thinking they were very hungry.  Who feels like digging in the rain when they have the measles?  There were at least three children older than he was according to his delayed birth certificate. There could have been younger siblings too. Those mentioned were a sister named Annie, and a brother named Bill who went west. My cousin, Margaret, told me that was a way to refer to relatives that passed for white.  Perhaps the Jacob, named in front of the little Bible that was also in the box was a brother.

More of Jacob’s Bible

Inside cover of Jacob's Bible

Transcription

Elias Hopkins
presented to him by his brother + sisterinlaw
James + Elizabeth Canfield
July 4th 1875
Youngstown
Ohio
(Initials that I can’t make out. First seems to be Y)

Who are these people and how did they happen to give Jacob Graham the Bible in 1913? It is a small pocket size New Testament. The edges of the pages are golden. It has a flap that used to open and close but it is all starting to fall apart. I don’t want to handle it more then I can help. But here is one last scan.

Inside cover of Mershell Grahams Bible

biblejacobgraham
I have not found out how these people are connected to my grandfather Mershell Graham.

So much for wordless….
After posting this I decided to go look for Jacob Graham at Family Search. I used the pilot program and found a death record for Jacob Graham who died June 30, 1913 at the Salvation Army Fresh Air Camp. I googled the Fresh Air Camp and found several photographs in the Alabama Archives about Fresh Air camps the Salvation army ran in Montgomery for Old men and others for poor women and children. I also found a google book “By Alabama. Dept. of Archives and History”, Thomas McAdory Owen, an entry that mentioned under the section Benevolent Insititutions in Alabama, that the Salvation army had a Fresh Air Camp on the upper Wetumpka Road, founded in 1911 conducted by the Montgomery Anti-Tuberculosis League for tubercular cases.( Alabama official and statistical register.) I’m sending for the death certificate.

…to be where you can breathe a little freedom

Lowndes Adams, Rufus Taylor and Lewis Gilmer
Lowndes Adams, Rufus Taylor and Lewis Gilmer
204 Oak Street
Montgomery, Ala
April 7, 1917

Dear “Shell” – From my early acting in answering your letter, you may know or imagine how proud I was to receive a letter from the boy. I have thought of you often and wondering at the same time, if I was just to receive a postcard from you; for as you have said about me, I consider you one of my closest and most trusted worthy friends. It doesn’t seem that one can realize the feeling that exists until a separation, but after looking into the proposition, knowing that you had to get located, being in a new land, and being among strangers would consume lots of your time. I am certainly pleased to know that you are so well satisfied with Detroit and the surroundings. Yes, I would be tickled to death if I could be up there with you, for I am sick and tired of this blooming place. I know it must be an inspiration to be where you can breathe a little freedom, for every body down here are beginning to feel that slavery is still existing in the south.
The Teacher’s Association has been in session here from the 4th to the 7th and quite a number of visitors are here. The boys thru my chivalry managed to give a subscription dance, and believe me I came in an inch of being fagged out. You know how you have to run a “jinke” down to get a $1.00 from him. We had quite a success as well as an enjoyable one. Cliff was to make the punch but on account of his training being too late for him to even come to the ball, it fell my time to do something and I did wish for you but managed to brave the situation and tried to follow as close as I could remember my seeing your making punch and for a fact I really made that punch taste like “a la Shell punch”, and it turned out to be perfect class.
Alabama Medical Association will convene here on 9 and 10 and they are giving a dance at Tabors Hall on Randolph and Decatur Sts. No, not a full dress affair, so I think I shall attend. Sam Crayton is here from Chicago and he is very anxious for me to return with him, but I am afraid he will have to go and I come later.
Well, the U.S. is really in War with Germany and we can’t tell what the next war may bring. It will mean suffering for humanity, and we people down here especially. I am just as neutral as can be and expect to stand pat in the idea.
Yes, people are leaving here in droves for all directions and now you can miss them off of the streets. As many people that hung around the drug store on Sunday, you can scarcely find a dozen there now.
I have seen Miss Turner but once and that was down town. I know she keeps you well informed of herself. There is no news of interest. My sister Jessie was married in February and is now living in Pensacola, so you see so far 1917 has been lucky for me. Now old boy, I shall expect for you not to allow such long gaps between our writing each. All of my family sends the best of wishes to you and Mrs Wyman and Hubby. The boys and girls join in with me and send their share.

Your devoted pal,
Lowndes

Mershell’s notebook

Mershell C. Graham on the way home from work.

My grandfather, Mershell Cunningham Graham was born in Coosada Station, Alabama about 1888.  He didn’t know his exact birthday and chose to celebrate Christmas day.  His parents were William and Mary Graham and he had a brother named Bill and a sister named Annie.  Aside from that and a few stories about digging sweet potatoes in the rain and sleeping outside the bedroom door of a little girl he was servant to, I don’t know anything about his childhood.  He taught himself to read.  Eventually worked in the dining car on the railroad.  He moved to Montgomery where he met my grandmother, Fannie.  He lost an eye in a hunting accident.  During WWI  he moved to Detroit where there was already a contingent from Montgomery, and got a job at Fords Motor Company.  He proposed to Fannie by mail and I still have the letter she wrote back accepting his offer of marriage.  He could fix anything and make most things.  He always had a wonderful vegetable garden and flowers in the yard.

I can’t find him until the 1910 census when he is single and living in Waycross Georgia with Irwin and Mary Warren’s family as a boarder.  He was working as a car repairman in a railroad shop.  June 4, 1917 according to his WW 1 draft registration card he was single, responsible for his father, living in Detroit and working as a steward for the D & CAN Co. on the Lakes.  Jun 11, 1919 he and Fannie Mae Turner were married in Montgomery, AL.  In the 1920 census he and his wife Fannie are boarders in the house of Moses and Jennette Walker in Detroit.  He worked as an inspector at an auto factory.  By 1930 he owns his home and lives with his wife Fannie and three children, Mary, Doris and Howard on Theodore St. in Detroit.  He was a stock keeper in an auto factory.  Mershell Graham died peacefully in his sleep at home, September 6, 1973 in Detroit, Michigan.

Today I am posting some entries from his little notebook.  Although everything isn’t dated, it begins in 1934.   He writes the person’s name first on jobs. Completed jobs are marked through with an X

The Notebook

Spare Radio Tubes
6D6 – 2
27 – 2 47 – 2
80 – 3 43 – 4
77 – 2 2
38 – 2
45 – 1
75 – 2
7Y4 – 2
12SQ7 –1
6F-6 -1
24A – 2

Daisy – 1 set of shelves for attic stairway – 5 ft tall 12 “ wide

Gwen – 1 table for basement 5 ft long 3 ft wide folding legs

Lottie Brandon – 1 porch flower box

Mother – 1 bookcase for house – use any size

1 Bulletin Board for Church –  1934
2 1/2 ft x 2 ft 10 “  Glass Front
Brown Board in Back
clear glass 26 1/2 x 30 7/8

Car struck by M.C. (note:  Michigan Central) engine  Mar. 10th 1935
At 2:15 P.M. Doris in car with me.
No one hurt very bad.
Doris received small cut on left hand
M.C. RR settled for $25.00 part cost on fixing car.

B.T. Washington
Died Nov. 15, 1915
At Tuskegee Ala.

Social Security Act
Account number
374-20-3906
12-21-1936

62 X 2 –
Rail for Gwen
Curve on each end

Match purchase
10/1/37 Sears

1600 ft.

Transferred from HP (Highland Park) plant to 
Rouge plant Mar. 14, 1930
Went to work in Elect(rical) Stacks
 Mr. J.H. Arthiston foreman

38 – S & W, 114597  Special
43588 – Reg

Washing Machine
Name – Easy
Model – M
No – 241505

Table horses for
Plymouth Church
28 1/2 wide – 29” tall

 

Radio tubes 

Daisy’s set
2-45
1/80
2 – 24
2 – 27

Mother’s set
1 – L – 49 – C
1 – 43
1 – 25 –1-5
1 – 6-D-6
1 – 6 – C-6

Doris set
1          7 –E – 6
1          7 – H – 7
1          5 – Y 3 – G
2          6 – K 6 G or 6 – K- 6 – GT
2          6  S – Q – 7 – GT
1          6 – S –K –GT

 

Badge changed from
T2429 T 5-6460
May 9th 1939 Rouge
Plant Ford Motor Co.

Stock Dept. Moved from B. Bldg to Pres Bldg
May 8th 1939

Lock put on Jim
McCalls front door
1/20/40 – Elgin Rim Night latch
#5815. Sears Roebuck
cost  98 cents + 3 cents tax –  $1.01

Bonzo taken away by
Humane Society Sept. 3rd 1940
$1.00 donation made.
This dog was about 12 years old.                                                                                                          

Badge changed from J5398 to J 7669  Jan 26, 1943

For Sinus use Glysadco. Dr. Billy

Addresses
Mr.  C. Johnson
5675 Loraine
Button C. (radio rep)

There is a town called Coffee, GA 
and Sugar Idaho
Creamery in Penn
Creamery in West VA
Detroit Free Press 6/7/40

First Public Motion Picture shown June 1894

5# sugar
6 cans cream
3 gal milk
soup
salt + pepper
wash powder

Frosted glass for church
Size 11 3/16 X 32 13/16

8/31/36 4 frosted glass put in at church.
Mr. Valdry and Doris helping.

 

Radio Tubes
SLX      171-A
“            226 – 4 pes
“            227
6    X    380

For insects on plants
Hammonds Slug Shot
Made by Hammonds
Paint + chemical co. Beacon NY

Bronze liquid m-372

Ford Car – Model A
Motor  No – 3068244
License No. 13-520 –  1934
Mileage when purchased
43.985 miles

Size frosted glass
at church 11 3/16 x 32 13/16

Grandmother turner, Mary Vee, Fannie, Doris. Mershell holding Howard in back. 1932