Pearlie Mae Allen was born March 23, 1911 in Hart County, Ga., the first born of James Henry Edward Allen and Mary Lou Owens. She was married four times, widowed thrice and mothered ten children. She bore five by her first husband, Albert Clyde Brooks, and five by second husband, Ernest Vickery Dove. She lost two children to death as toddlers and an adult daughter in an auto accident in 1967, all from her first marriage.
Pearlie, like her mother, was never one to mince words and generally spoke her mind on matters regardless of subject. She often spoke of two moves that she made to South Georgia, one with her parents and siblings when a child and another with first husband, Albert. It was in South Georgia where he contracted the typhoid fever that later took his life after they had moved back to North Georgia.
She loved to tell stories of going to South Carolina from Hartwell with her parents and siblings to visit uncles who lived in South Carolina. They would travel over a period of several days in mule drawn wagon, cross the Savannah River on ferry boat, and spend nights at relatives' homes who lived along the way. She told of one trip in particular that seemed to stick in her mind even up to her last days. It seems they were approaching the river from South Carolina at the same time a huge thunderstorm was approaching from the Georgia side. The storm burst upon them with much thunder and lightning after her father had driven the wagon with all aboard onto the ferry. She told of how afraid she was that the mule would bolt and pull the wagon with all aboard into the river and how relieved she was when her father jumped from the wagon and threw a blanket over the mule`s head to calm him. The blanket trick worked and they safely reached the Georgia side.
Pearlie, who was my mother, lived to be 91. She passed on June 7, 2002 and was buried beside her first husband in Middle River Baptist Church Cemetery in Franklin County.
Bio by Ray H Dove
Pearlie, like her mother, was never one to mince words and generally spoke her mind on matters regardless of subject. She often spoke of two moves that she made to South Georgia, one with her parents and siblings when a child and another with first husband, Albert. It was in South Georgia where he contracted the typhoid fever that later took his life after they had moved back to North Georgia.
She loved to tell stories of going to South Carolina from Hartwell with her parents and siblings to visit uncles who lived in South Carolina. They would travel over a period of several days in mule drawn wagon, cross the Savannah River on ferry boat, and spend nights at relatives' homes who lived along the way. She told of one trip in particular that seemed to stick in her mind even up to her last days. It seems they were approaching the river from South Carolina at the same time a huge thunderstorm was approaching from the Georgia side. The storm burst upon them with much thunder and lightning after her father had driven the wagon with all aboard onto the ferry. She told of how afraid she was that the mule would bolt and pull the wagon with all aboard into the river and how relieved she was when her father jumped from the wagon and threw a blanket over the mule`s head to calm him. The blanket trick worked and they safely reached the Georgia side.
Pearlie, who was my mother, lived to be 91. She passed on June 7, 2002 and was buried beside her first husband in Middle River Baptist Church Cemetery in Franklin County.
Bio by Ray H Dove
Pearlie Mae Allen was born March 23, 1911 in Hart County, Ga., the first born of James Henry Edward Allen and Mary Lou Owens. She was married four times, widowed thrice and mothered ten children. She bore five by her first husband, Albert Clyde Brooks, and five by second husband, Ernest Vickery Dove. She lost two children to death as toddlers and an adult daughter in an auto accident in 1967, all from her first marriage.
Pearlie, like her mother, was never one to mince words and generally spoke her mind on matters regardless of subject. She often spoke of two moves that she made to South Georgia, one with her parents and siblings when a child and another with first husband, Albert. It was in South Georgia where he contracted the typhoid fever that later took his life after they had moved back to North Georgia.
She loved to tell stories of going to South Carolina from Hartwell with her parents and siblings to visit uncles who lived in South Carolina. They would travel over a period of several days in mule drawn wagon, cross the Savannah River on ferry boat, and spend nights at relatives' homes who lived along the way. She told of one trip in particular that seemed to stick in her mind even up to her last days. It seems they were approaching the river from South Carolina at the same time a huge thunderstorm was approaching from the Georgia side. The storm burst upon them with much thunder and lightning after her father had driven the wagon with all aboard onto the ferry. She told of how afraid she was that the mule would bolt and pull the wagon with all aboard into the river and how relieved she was when her father jumped from the wagon and threw a blanket over the mule`s head to calm him. The blanket trick worked and they safely reached the Georgia side.
Pearlie, who was my mother, lived to be 91. She passed on June 7, 2002 and was buried beside her first husband in Middle River Baptist Church Cemetery in Franklin County.
Bio by Ray H Dove
Pearlie, like her mother, was never one to mince words and generally spoke her mind on matters regardless of subject. She often spoke of two moves that she made to South Georgia, one with her parents and siblings when a child and another with first husband, Albert. It was in South Georgia where he contracted the typhoid fever that later took his life after they had moved back to North Georgia.
She loved to tell stories of going to South Carolina from Hartwell with her parents and siblings to visit uncles who lived in South Carolina. They would travel over a period of several days in mule drawn wagon, cross the Savannah River on ferry boat, and spend nights at relatives' homes who lived along the way. She told of one trip in particular that seemed to stick in her mind even up to her last days. It seems they were approaching the river from South Carolina at the same time a huge thunderstorm was approaching from the Georgia side. The storm burst upon them with much thunder and lightning after her father had driven the wagon with all aboard onto the ferry. She told of how afraid she was that the mule would bolt and pull the wagon with all aboard into the river and how relieved she was when her father jumped from the wagon and threw a blanket over the mule`s head to calm him. The blanket trick worked and they safely reached the Georgia side.
Pearlie, who was my mother, lived to be 91. She passed on June 7, 2002 and was buried beside her first husband in Middle River Baptist Church Cemetery in Franklin County.
Bio by Ray H Dove
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