|Birth: ||Dec. 10, 1863|
|Death: ||Jan. 13, 1936|
Dalton Hale, interviewed by his granddaughter in 1991 said of his grandfather:
"Ankle of right leg tied to his belt with a strap running from [ ? ] had his knee in the stump part and a piece of wood ran up to his waist, and his belt went through that. He walked with one piece running up through the belt and he did good. Rode horseback. Hoed in the fields on his knees, all that kind of stuff. He got around and had all those kids - three different sets of kids - that didn't hold him back none. When he died it was wintertime.
He had his bed in near the fireplace. I was the only one in the room, (with him) I was holding his hand. It was a natural death."
Mickey Seaton said (abt 1995):
"Grandpa Brince was a big man. He had Brown hair and blue eyes. He stood six feet tall. He had big bones. He wore a large-handle bar mustache.
"When he died, it was so cold, that his mustache actually ripped the sheet that they had pulled up over him. You see, that big old handle-bar mustache had frozen stiff.
"He was stern and all his kids worked hard on the farm, but he was very, very honest. He wouldn't do anyone out of anything."
"He homesteaded 100 acres and bought more outright. When any of his kids married, he'd give them 25 acres of land for a wedding present. Most of them would end up selling the land back to him at a later date. He'd then give it to whomever married next."
When the Brince Dickson family celebrated Easter, friends and family would go out to his farm where they would have a huge Easter Egg hunt and a Barbecue. That is a lot of folks!
Cordie 11225596 nee Dickson via Mickey Seaton:
"My father had me plowing fields at the age of six. I cut wood too; with a two-man saw.
"Shortly before my father died, my father said:
'Pretty Girl come over here.' When I did, we talked about God. I asked him if he was saved.
He replied: 'Pretty Girl, when I was twenty-five years old, a bee stung me on my tongue. I liked to have died. I said to God that if he would let me live to take care of my wife and all my children, that I would always walk in his ways and teach my children to do the same.'
"He was a good man. They tried to Baptize him, they did it in the creek, you know. Anyway, he was such a big man
that they couldn't tip the chair back over into the water, so he wasn't formally Baptized.
"When he died, the preacher didn't know him. He was told by some of the other relatives that he had never been Baptized. He was giving the funeral sermon and saying how bad it was that he wasn't Baptized."
"Cordie then got up and marched to the front of the church, where Brince laid in state. She turned to face those assembled for the funeral. She told them the story about the bee; and about him trying to get Baptized - and didn't he always lead a good honest life and inspired others to do so too?"
Some of the relatives mumbled about her stopping the sermon; but the preacher was glad that she did and said that that changed things. He went on to preach a nice Christian service.
Brince did Blacksmith work when they lived in 'town'. (This 'town' only had one street.) He told his wife that it was no place to raise children, so he moved them to a farm five miles away.
The house was built with a dog-run in between.
They called the dog-run a 'gallery'. There was a porch all the way across the front. On one side was the kitchen and a bedroom. On the other side of the 'gallery' was a living room with a bed in it and then another small room.
Brince raised all of his children on this farm.
Mickey says that the farm had a lot of wonderful trees. There was black-walnut trees and hickory-nut trees, and sweet-gum trees that they loved to chew the gum from.
Brince had a lot of sayings. The prayer he would use in jest over the family meal if they had company eating with them was:
"Mighty poor eats
"dang little bread
"and no meat
"and if you've a mind to eat
"'fore the wife and kids are fed,
"Then go ahead!"
After his death, a family with twenty-two children moved into his house. The people were afraid to go into the little room where his wooden peg-leg had been left, standing up in the corner.
The house was torn down shortly after this family's brief stay and the lumber was sold for reuse.
On 6 April 1995, I rcd. a photocopy of a picture of Brince & Ellen from Albert Dixon. Ellen was slender and fair. Brince is in a cowboy hat, he has a walrus mustache in this photo that you see at right.
Brince had childhood polio at the age of 9 months. It was polio that damaged the one leg; not a horse kick or "war wound." (that comes directly from his grand-daughter who knew him in life.)
(please credit if you use this article elsewhere. I am indebted to Dalton Hale, Mickey Seaton, and Albert Dixon, for information on our family.)
John Newton Dickson (1841 - 1905)
Elizabeth Frances Kitchens Dickson (1842 - 1924)
Bettie Price Dickson (1882 - 1912)
Maggie Dickson (1874 - 1960)
Mary Ellen Dickey Dickson (1866 - 1905)*
Georgia B. Dickson Walling (1887 - 1979)*
Albert Dickson (1889 - 1915)*
Ernest B Dixon (1891 - 1976)*
Luna M Dickson Walling (1893 - 1969)*
Edgar Carl (Dickson) Dixon (1895 - 1983)*
Sallie Elizabeth Dickson Crawford (1897 - 1973)*
Jewel Alice Dickson Nuerenberg (1901 - 1951)*
Emmett Dickson (1904 - 1905)*
Pauline D Keen (1907 - 1998)*
Preston Dickson (1909 - 1998)*
Cordie Dickson Clark Neill Wright (1911 - 1999)*
Newton Bertrand Dickson (1913 - 1979)*
Woodrow Dickson (1917 - 1998)*
William T. Dixson (1859 - 1939)*
Brince Dickson (1863 - 1936)
Grapeland City Cemetery
Maintained by: Kelley Ward
Originally Created by: MYates Vandver
Record added: Sep 13, 2009
Find A Grave Memorial# 41895812
my Great great grandfather.. I see they must have forgot to add Pauline Dickson Keen.. 05/07/1907-10/12/1998.I wonder if that can be corrected.. She loved her Daddy so..|
Added: Feb. 8, 2011
Found you Great Grandfather|
Deborah Dixon Marek
Added: Oct. 24, 2010
I feel privileged to have your blood in my veins too. Rest in peace.|
Added: Sep. 3, 2010
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