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Dr Alexander Cobb Lindsey
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Birth: Mar. 10, 1858
Claiborne Parish
Louisiana, USA
Death: Jan. 22, 1947
Caddo Parish
Louisiana, USA

Henry C. Lindsey, Mark Lindsey Heritage (Atlanta, TX, 1987), has the following biography entitled "Alexander Cobb Lindsey--Country Doctor":

All of us grandchildren called him grandpaw....Our grandmother, Mollie Green Lindsey, was Granny to us. Grandpaw was a man who commanded attention and respect because he was 'different' from most people we knew in his particular time and locale. He always seemed to be someone special; he carried himself with dignity and reserve even when he might be doing menial work in the field. Unlike most of the Lindseys, he was slight in stature, but always sure of himself and feisty. His speech was usually a little stilted and eloquent. He loved to speak in public and I can remember as a child some of his powerful rhetoric as he spoke to the families when we had memorial day reunions at 'Old Chapel' (now Carol Creek) cemetery.

He was a man who disliked change and clung to 19th century ways and customs like a child who refused to part with a favorite toy. I have heard that when automobiles first came to Coushatta...he would pound them with his cane as he crossed the streets making them stop for him to cross, fighting them off like a Don Quixote attacking a spinning windmill. I remember his long white hair and white moustache, glasses, and deep eyes which squinted.

He farmed, in addition to being a country doctor, but I never remember seeing him in overalls or Khaki clothes. In the field he always wore a white dress shirt (without a collar) and dress trousers. He was different and proud of it. He was a Methodist and didn't mind telling you so.

In June, 1977 one of his sons, Clarence Lindsey told me about Grandpaw going away to Medical school at the University of Tennessee at Memphis. He decided late in life to do this, leaving his large family behind to run the farm while he was at medical school in 1910, 1911, and 1912. He spent the summers at home helping with the farming.

Grandpaw loved coffee and used to grind his own and drink it from a moustache cup. He loved to sit out on the front porch at night, rock and prop his feet up, hold his grandchildren in his lap, and sing to them. We used to think that he was a little partial to little Alec who had his name. His granddaughter, Julia Price, spent several of her teenage years with them and was a great help to them. He and Granny spent their last years with their son, Blouma.

Although not a Dentist, Grandpaw would pull teeth as a last resort when a 'patient' came to him in great pain. We children used to love to observe his dental techniques. For an anesthetic, he would hand the patient a shot of whiskey and after he became relaxed, he would rear him back in a straight chair against the railing, put his knee in his chest, and yank the tooth out. I suppose that this could be called no-frills dentistry; no novacaine, no Xrays, no fillings, and no foolishness; just remove the offending tooth which is causing the pain. Besides, dentistry was not his 'bag'; he was a medical doctor. He just loved removing pain.

Speaking of removing pain, about 1928 one of my cousins, Ray Lindsey and I were visiting Grandpaw and Granny on their farm and as we were walking down the hill to the creek to go swimming and as we passed a bee hive a swarm of bees attacked us and we got stung on the arms and when we ran up the hill crying we ran into Grandpaw who quickly grabbed us and applied a quick 'poltice' of a wad of chewing tobacco which he took from his jaw and tied it on tight with a red bandana handkerchief from his hip pocket. In just a few minutes the pain left us and the swelling subsided.

Grandpaw had an uncanny, indirect way of instructing his grandchildren in sex education, of sorts. He would call us into the living room (girls in separate sessions from the boys), and tell us that we were now old enough to learn the difference between boys and girls.. He would open a copy of Gray's anatomy book and tell us to read certain sections and look at the pictures. After we finished he would take the book and say, 'Well, that's the way it is, and don't forget it.' I remember that I understood only a few of the medical and scientific words in the book but I remember remarking to my brother, B.D., that after that I sure knew from those pictures that girls really are different....

Our grand-daddy Lindsey in addition to being a little quaint and eccentric in some ways, was a great man of service to humanity in Red River Parish, Louisiana. He felt a true call to be of medical service to sick and suffering people of any race or station in life who needed him. Instead of serving at his convenience as many doctors to today--who will not make housecalls and who will see a patient during usual daytime office hours--he would always respond at any time, day or night, rain or shine. I saw him many times get out of bed on a rainy night, put on his 'slicker,' take his doctor's bag and head for the barn to hook up his favorite horse, Dolly, to the buggy and head off into the lightning and rain to answer a call to help deliver a Negro baby or to try to go and help a child who had a serious case of whooping cough. Many times he would drive up to his house about daylight after being out on a call, eat breakfast and after a short nap, go out and begin plowing or working in his fields. During the years of the great depression, the only remuneration he would get for visiting and treating the sick would be a couple of dozen eggs, a chicken or two, or maybe some vegetables, but he would never complain, knowing that his was a calling for healing sickness and suffering, not just a way of making money. I stand in reverence and respect to this man, my grandfather." 
Family links: 
  Mark Jefferson Lindsey (1820 - 1878)
  Mary Ann Harrison Lindsey (1822 - 1877)
  Mary Ann Green Lindsey (1862 - 1942)
  Samuel Mark Lindsey (1877 - 1976)*
  Veda Pearl Lindsey Jones (1879 - 1965)*
  Robert Randle Lindsey (1881 - 1966)*
  Edward Eugene Lindsey (1883 - 1978)*
  John Wesley Lindsey (1885 - 1922)*
  Benjamin Dennis Lindsey (1887 - 1976)*
  Aaron Bloomer Lindsey (1889 - 1969)*
  Clarence Edgerton Lindsey (1892 - 1989)*
  Camilla Green Lindsey Cooper (1894 - 1984)*
  Myrta Lee Lindsey Price (1896 - 1924)*
  Mary Emma Lindsey Rutledge (1899 - 1985)*
  Emmitt Lindsey (1901 - 1954)*
  Michael Dorsey Lindsey (1843 - 1867)*
  Thomas Madison Lindsey (1844 - 1863)*
  Jeremiah J.J. Lindsey (1850 - 1880)*
  Emma C Lindsey Wester (1853 - 1935)*
  Benjamin Dennis Lindsey (1856 - 1938)*
  Carry Samuel Lindsey (1858 - 1935)*
  Alexander Cobb Lindsey (1858 - 1947)
  Charles Henry Lindsey (1860 - 1949)*
  Mark Jefferson Lindsey (1862 - 1927)*
*Calculated relationship
Old Armistead Chapel Cemetery
Red River Parish
Louisiana, USA
Created by: wdlindsy
Record added: Sep 14, 2011
Find A Grave Memorial# 76510155
Dr Alexander Cobb Lindsey
Added by: wdlindsy
Dr Alexander Cobb Lindsey
Added by: wdlindsy
Dr Alexander Cobb Lindsey
Added by: wdlindsy
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