See the auto biography of Frances Marion Fowler Taylor and Willis W. Taylor.
http://www.usgennet.org/usa/al/county/barbour/surnames/francesmarionfowler.htm
In 1854 he (Willis Taylor) became involved in a difficulty with one of our neighbors. He cut the man and said he tried his best to kill him. The man was not much hurt but he swore out a warrant against my husband for an assault and attempt to murder, and placed it in the hands of the sheriff and ordered his arrest.
When the war broke out in 1861 he volunteered for six months in the states service. They were stationed at Savannah. I went there to see him and had a very pleasant visit. The term expired in the spring and he came home for a short while. Then enlisted for the war.
On Friday before the 1st Sunday in October,(1864) my husband came home.
His stay was brief. He had run away from his company, and forged passes to get home. Therefore, he was in danger of being court marshaled. He had to leave me and go back.
We had formed new [one or two lines of text missing here] he would have been punished for desertion had not my brother been in command, my brother a Free Mason and had influenced with the officers. He lost his position as commissary Sergeant and had to shoulder his musket. They were being transferred from one point to another and had to pass through Fort Valley. I was so anxious to see him that I started to walk seven miles to see him. (I didn't know that he was coming home.) And when I first met him I knew he was not as affectionate as he was when he left in October. He got into a wagon and left me to walk. This was about the first of January (must be 1865,).
He never went into the services of the army anymore; he forged furloughs, and then added extensions until the close of the war. He did not remain a member of the church long; he acted so badly, and quit going to church. A committee was appointed to go and see him. He refused to go and make acknowledgements so he was expelled.
He began to drink again and he became a habitual drunkard.
It was not often that he would ever speak to me, but I would hear him curse and abuse me to our children. He would not buy me a pair of shoes; therefore I was obliged to go barefooted and had hardly a decent dress. He treated my poor old mother badly, and cursed my sisters because they were my relatives.
He wouldn't wear a garment that I had made for him. He would wear the worse worn out clothes and then go in the presence of ladies, pull off his coat and say "I am nearly naked, my wife will not make any clothes. He tried to turn everybody against me, and didn't want anybody to be a friend to me.
He treated our oldest boy (John B Taylor, mad ) so bad, that one evening he was missing. He had run away
I was in a delicate condition (pregnant). I was afraid I would die and I thought I must see my son before my confinement. I was afraid to let my husband know where he was, so I slipped off and went to see him.
This was on Wednesday, the next Monday, which was the 14th of December, (1869) I was taken sick (labor from pregnancy).
(Willis tried to kill his wife the day she delivered this child. To see the rest of the bio on Willis W. Taylor and Frances use the link above)
http://www.usgennet.org/usa/al/county/barbour/surnames/francesmarionfowler.htm
In 1854 he (Willis Taylor) became involved in a difficulty with one of our neighbors. He cut the man and said he tried his best to kill him. The man was not much hurt but he swore out a warrant against my husband for an assault and attempt to murder, and placed it in the hands of the sheriff and ordered his arrest.
When the war broke out in 1861 he volunteered for six months in the states service. They were stationed at Savannah. I went there to see him and had a very pleasant visit. The term expired in the spring and he came home for a short while. Then enlisted for the war.
On Friday before the 1st Sunday in October,(1864) my husband came home.
His stay was brief. He had run away from his company, and forged passes to get home. Therefore, he was in danger of being court marshaled. He had to leave me and go back.
We had formed new [one or two lines of text missing here] he would have been punished for desertion had not my brother been in command, my brother a Free Mason and had influenced with the officers. He lost his position as commissary Sergeant and had to shoulder his musket. They were being transferred from one point to another and had to pass through Fort Valley. I was so anxious to see him that I started to walk seven miles to see him. (I didn't know that he was coming home.) And when I first met him I knew he was not as affectionate as he was when he left in October. He got into a wagon and left me to walk. This was about the first of January (must be 1865,).
He never went into the services of the army anymore; he forged furloughs, and then added extensions until the close of the war. He did not remain a member of the church long; he acted so badly, and quit going to church. A committee was appointed to go and see him. He refused to go and make acknowledgements so he was expelled.
He began to drink again and he became a habitual drunkard.
It was not often that he would ever speak to me, but I would hear him curse and abuse me to our children. He would not buy me a pair of shoes; therefore I was obliged to go barefooted and had hardly a decent dress. He treated my poor old mother badly, and cursed my sisters because they were my relatives.
He wouldn't wear a garment that I had made for him. He would wear the worse worn out clothes and then go in the presence of ladies, pull off his coat and say "I am nearly naked, my wife will not make any clothes. He tried to turn everybody against me, and didn't want anybody to be a friend to me.
He treated our oldest boy (John B Taylor, mad ) so bad, that one evening he was missing. He had run away
I was in a delicate condition (pregnant). I was afraid I would die and I thought I must see my son before my confinement. I was afraid to let my husband know where he was, so I slipped off and went to see him.
This was on Wednesday, the next Monday, which was the 14th of December, (1869) I was taken sick (labor from pregnancy).
(Willis tried to kill his wife the day she delivered this child. To see the rest of the bio on Willis W. Taylor and Frances use the link above)
See the auto biography of Frances Marion Fowler Taylor and Willis W. Taylor.
http://www.usgennet.org/usa/al/county/barbour/surnames/francesmarionfowler.htm
In 1854 he (Willis Taylor) became involved in a difficulty with one of our neighbors. He cut the man and said he tried his best to kill him. The man was not much hurt but he swore out a warrant against my husband for an assault and attempt to murder, and placed it in the hands of the sheriff and ordered his arrest.
When the war broke out in 1861 he volunteered for six months in the states service. They were stationed at Savannah. I went there to see him and had a very pleasant visit. The term expired in the spring and he came home for a short while. Then enlisted for the war.
On Friday before the 1st Sunday in October,(1864) my husband came home.
His stay was brief. He had run away from his company, and forged passes to get home. Therefore, he was in danger of being court marshaled. He had to leave me and go back.
We had formed new [one or two lines of text missing here] he would have been punished for desertion had not my brother been in command, my brother a Free Mason and had influenced with the officers. He lost his position as commissary Sergeant and had to shoulder his musket. They were being transferred from one point to another and had to pass through Fort Valley. I was so anxious to see him that I started to walk seven miles to see him. (I didn't know that he was coming home.) And when I first met him I knew he was not as affectionate as he was when he left in October. He got into a wagon and left me to walk. This was about the first of January (must be 1865,).
He never went into the services of the army anymore; he forged furloughs, and then added extensions until the close of the war. He did not remain a member of the church long; he acted so badly, and quit going to church. A committee was appointed to go and see him. He refused to go and make acknowledgements so he was expelled.
He began to drink again and he became a habitual drunkard.
It was not often that he would ever speak to me, but I would hear him curse and abuse me to our children. He would not buy me a pair of shoes; therefore I was obliged to go barefooted and had hardly a decent dress. He treated my poor old mother badly, and cursed my sisters because they were my relatives.
He wouldn't wear a garment that I had made for him. He would wear the worse worn out clothes and then go in the presence of ladies, pull off his coat and say "I am nearly naked, my wife will not make any clothes. He tried to turn everybody against me, and didn't want anybody to be a friend to me.
He treated our oldest boy (John B Taylor, mad ) so bad, that one evening he was missing. He had run away
I was in a delicate condition (pregnant). I was afraid I would die and I thought I must see my son before my confinement. I was afraid to let my husband know where he was, so I slipped off and went to see him.
This was on Wednesday, the next Monday, which was the 14th of December, (1869) I was taken sick (labor from pregnancy).
(Willis tried to kill his wife the day she delivered this child. To see the rest of the bio on Willis W. Taylor and Frances use the link above)
http://www.usgennet.org/usa/al/county/barbour/surnames/francesmarionfowler.htm
In 1854 he (Willis Taylor) became involved in a difficulty with one of our neighbors. He cut the man and said he tried his best to kill him. The man was not much hurt but he swore out a warrant against my husband for an assault and attempt to murder, and placed it in the hands of the sheriff and ordered his arrest.
When the war broke out in 1861 he volunteered for six months in the states service. They were stationed at Savannah. I went there to see him and had a very pleasant visit. The term expired in the spring and he came home for a short while. Then enlisted for the war.
On Friday before the 1st Sunday in October,(1864) my husband came home.
His stay was brief. He had run away from his company, and forged passes to get home. Therefore, he was in danger of being court marshaled. He had to leave me and go back.
We had formed new [one or two lines of text missing here] he would have been punished for desertion had not my brother been in command, my brother a Free Mason and had influenced with the officers. He lost his position as commissary Sergeant and had to shoulder his musket. They were being transferred from one point to another and had to pass through Fort Valley. I was so anxious to see him that I started to walk seven miles to see him. (I didn't know that he was coming home.) And when I first met him I knew he was not as affectionate as he was when he left in October. He got into a wagon and left me to walk. This was about the first of January (must be 1865,).
He never went into the services of the army anymore; he forged furloughs, and then added extensions until the close of the war. He did not remain a member of the church long; he acted so badly, and quit going to church. A committee was appointed to go and see him. He refused to go and make acknowledgements so he was expelled.
He began to drink again and he became a habitual drunkard.
It was not often that he would ever speak to me, but I would hear him curse and abuse me to our children. He would not buy me a pair of shoes; therefore I was obliged to go barefooted and had hardly a decent dress. He treated my poor old mother badly, and cursed my sisters because they were my relatives.
He wouldn't wear a garment that I had made for him. He would wear the worse worn out clothes and then go in the presence of ladies, pull off his coat and say "I am nearly naked, my wife will not make any clothes. He tried to turn everybody against me, and didn't want anybody to be a friend to me.
He treated our oldest boy (John B Taylor, mad ) so bad, that one evening he was missing. He had run away
I was in a delicate condition (pregnant). I was afraid I would die and I thought I must see my son before my confinement. I was afraid to let my husband know where he was, so I slipped off and went to see him.
This was on Wednesday, the next Monday, which was the 14th of December, (1869) I was taken sick (labor from pregnancy).
(Willis tried to kill his wife the day she delivered this child. To see the rest of the bio on Willis W. Taylor and Frances use the link above)
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