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| Birth: | 16 Sep 1849 in Newton county, Missouri |
| Death: | 17 Apr 1918 in Veal Station, Parker county, Texas |
| Sex: | M |
| Father: | Adam Linn Lindsey b. 8 Apr 1831 in Calloway Co., Kentucky |
| Mother: | Mary Jane Wormington b. 22 Nov 1829 in Summer county, Tennessee |
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| Occupation: San Saba CO, Texas, Tax Collector. Golthwaite, Texas, City Marshall. |
| Burial: Veal Station Cemetery, Parker, Texas |
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| Harriet Elizabeth Lewis (Wife) b. 28 Mar 1853 in Mississippi
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| Marriage: | 11 NOV 1872 in Sulphur Springs, Hood county, Texas Texas |
| Married by: | Married by in Judge Dalton. |
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 Herschell Hale Lindsey b. 26 Aug 1873 in Parker county, Texas
- Walter Gray Lindsey b. 26 Jan 1875 in Parker county, Texas
- Samuel J Tilden Lindsey b. 31 Mar 1877 in "Shady Grove", Parker county, Texas
- Morgan Conrad Lindsey b. 31 May 1878 in Weatherford, Parker county, Texas
- Dora Caldonia Lindsey b. 14 Sep 1879 in Parker county, Texas
- Lansing Monroe Lindsey b. 6 Mar 1881 in Veal Station, Parker county, Texas
- Clay Miller Lindsey b. 23 Sep 1883 in San Saba county, Texas
- Linnie Lee Lindsey b. 13 Jul 1885 in Cat Claw Community, San Saba county, Texas
- Mary Mobeetie Lindsey b. 13 Jul 1887 in San Saba county, Texas
- Robert Russell Lindsey b. 30 Oct 1889 in San Saba county, Texas
- Adam Lynn Lindsey b. 17 Aug 1891 in San Saba county, Texas
 Minnie Elizabeth Lindsey b. 21 May 1894 in San Saba county, Texas
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| Annie McKendree Cook (Wife) b. 1850
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| Marriage: | 28 JUN 1901 in Mills county, Texas, by Judge Dalton. |
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- Ward Lewis Lindsey b. 21 Mar 1904
- Joe Wheeler Lindsey
- Glenn Dalton Lindsey b. 18 Dec 1906 in Mills county, Texas
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Individual:
Moved to San Saba county, Texas in about 1882, serving 12 years as Tax Collector. Then moved to Goldthwaite, Texas where he was City Marshall.
THIS INFORMATION FROM A L (BUD) LINDSEY 6/1975
Charles William Lindsey, eldest son of Adam L and Mary Wormington Lindsey, was born September 16, 1849 in Southwest, Missouri. He came with his parents to Texas and settled at old "Veal Station," when four years old, where he grew to manhood. When fourteen or fifteen he was ushered into the position of head of the family, his father having responded to the call to arms, by the breaking of the Civil War. So as head of the family, he felt the gravity of his duties and it went to his head. Any way he came to fell a little like he should do as he pleased and sometimes would forget to follow grandmother's rules. One of which was to keep the Sabbath day as a day of Christian duties and Actions, and not to work on Sunday--which proved unfortunate for him.
The old family dog had a habit of going out in the cool of the morning and treeing a squirrel and he, the dog, had no regard for the Sabbath. So one Sunday morning he goes out and trees a squirrel and Charles knew "Old Shep," would stay out and bark up the tree all day long if he didn't do something about it. Grandmother was fixing to go to church and take the children, as was their custom. Charles wanted to take the gun, and old muzzle loader, and go out and shoot the squirrel for Old Shep. Grandmother said, "no, you must not shoot the gun on Sunday," but Charles went anyway. The gun was kept loaded at all times. Someone had cleaned out the old dug well (human well) and had dug out some white clay. The dirt daubers had carried the clay into the muzzle of the gun and it had became hard as cement. He shot the gun from the left shoulder, pulling the trigger with his left hand supporting the barrel with his right hand. The gun burst and tore his right hand into shreds to the wrist. Grandmother was standing before the mirror combing her hair and saw him enter the front door with his bleeding hand dangling at his side, and of course, there was no church of Sunday school that day. The old country doctor, a drinking Irishman, was sent for post-haste and he amputated the hand at the wrist. So, Charles William went through life with one hand. He was kept in school as much as possible during those war ridden times and he became a school teacher while a very young man. He first started to study ,medicine under Dr. James Lindsey, his uncle, but became discouraged after a short time and decided to take up teaching. Sometime in his teaching career he taught the school at Action, across the Brazos river from Grandbury, and occasionally he'd go home to Veal Station on Friday evening and return on Sunday evening. Of course, the mode of transportation was horseback. He rode a beautiful red roan pacer and he must have been a dashing Beau Brummel.
Now near Grandbury there lived an old well-to-do farmer by the name of Matheeny who had a well on the road side...a public well, so called because everybody...travelers, neighbors and strangers got water there and it was a camping place for families moving West. Mr. Matheeny also had two adopted daughters, Lou Binion and Harriet Elizabeth Lewis. Miss Binion had gotten married, being older than Miss Lewis. She, Miss Lewis, was the "Chief cook and bottle washer," so to speak. She was sweet 16 and went often to the well to fetch water for the house and so also the young professor, with the dashing red roan stopped often to water his steed and quench his own thirst. On one occasion he happened to be at the well when Miss Harriet Lewis came for water and he, the professor, gallantly offered to draw the water for her but she, seeing the empty sleeve, banteringly said, "How could you possibly draw water with one hand?" He proceeded to show her how it could be and was done. This amused and interested the blue eyed, black headed lassy, so the conversation continued for awhile. From that hour on the roan horse and his rider always were thirsty when passing that well and the young lady would pick a certain time on Friday evenings to provide the water for the house. So, she became the mother of the Lindsey clan, to whom these memoirs are dedicated. They were married by one Ben Austin in Thorp Springs, Texas, on November 11, 1872. Just were they lived for the next few years, I do not know, but in due time as nature desired, a baby boy was born who was tagged with Hershel Hale. Then Uncle Doc Lindsey, C W's uncle, was elected Sheriff of Parker county and he chose young Charles as his chief deputy. He was elected on a platform of law and order. The bad boys had a habit of shooting up the town (Weatherford) on occasion. Among these bad boys was Sam Shadle. When Doc Lindsey took the office, the bad boys and particularly Sam Shadle, decided to try the temper and patience of the new Sheriff So, he, Sam, rode his horse down the street and popped his pistol a time or two just as a feller. Uncle Doc was not an old man, but getting up in years and his hair was white or nearly so. (The Lindsey's had a habit of getting grey early). He also wore a long white beard (the fashion then) and this gave him the appearance of being older than his years. He stopped Mr. Shadle, took his horse by the bridle reins and remarked, "Sam, I am sheriff now and we will have none of this rough stuff." Sam dismounted and proceeded to abuse the elderly sheriff with his tongue and wound up by saying, "If it was not for your white hair, I'd stomp you here and now." Young Charlie, the chief deputy, was listening near by and at the reference to his old Uncle's grey hair, etc., he let go with a running tackle with the remark, "Sam Shadle, I have no grey hairs," and hit the said Shadle amidships with his head and shoulders, knocked him to the ground and gave him the beating Shadle had promised the older man. This made Mr. Shadle a lifelong enemy of the young deputy. (More about Shadle later).
While deputy, young Charles W lived in the jail and served as jailer and it was there, in jail, that this writer discovered this world under exciting and extraordinary circumstances. This is the story. Aunt Jane, Uncle Doc's wife, was present and spent the night. She had a small boy about seven or eight years of age. He, of course, was a cousin to Dad, the deputy, and went with him the next morning to feed the prisoners...six in number. They were kept in the upstairs rooms. In fact the jail was on the second floor and living quarters below. This is where Dad and Mom lived and where I was born. The stairway was on the outside of the building and old rock building and in the center of the main room or run-around of the jail there was a round hole where there had once been a pulley and rope used as crude elevator to hoist things to the upstairs. The hole was cased with iron and had a steel trap door. The prisoners had in someway gotten the trap door open and when Dad took out his key and opened the steel door admitting he and his little cousin, Ed Lindsey, he set the bucket, containing the breakfast for the six prisoners, down and when he turned to face the prisoners, some of them nabbed him and the others threw some red pepper. How they obtained the pepper no one knows. Their intention was to throw it into his eyes and blind him so that he could not see to shoot, then they would throw him down the shaft through the trap door to his death. But, the pepper landed in his chin whiskers, but they tried to throw him down the shaft and cut an artery in his short arm. The prisoners, all six of them, escaped. Five hid under the stairway and one, a Mr. Hardiman, a six footer, took to his hells. Now bear in mind this happened the next morning after I, the writer, was born. Dad gave chase after the six footer. There was an old white haired Negro living just off the jail house lot, called Uncle Joe. He had heard the rumpus over at the jail and was standing in his cabin door enjoying the fun when Dad said, "Let me have your gun, Uncle Joe." The deputy did not ;have his gun on but the prisoners did not know that. He was unarmed then they tackled him. The old Negro said, "I ain't got no gun, Mr. Charley." Dad said, "Bring me your gun or I'll kill you," and Uncle Joe immediately took down his old muzzle loading cap and ball citizens rifle, saying, "Here you is Mr. Charley." Dad threw the gun down on the fleeing Hardiman, aiming at the cross of his suspenders and yelled, Halt or I'll shoot." The fugitive threw up his hands and gave up. Dad marched him back to the jail and put him, with the five hidden under the stairs, back in jail and locked the door and then discovered that he had no cap on his gun. Now, when Eddie saw the rumpus upstairs and his cousin's arm spurting blood, he ran down to the living quarters and yelled to his mother, "The prisoners have killed cousin Charlie!..".and mother fainted. So, Aunt Jane sent for the Doctor, but by the time Dad appeared on the scene, after jailing the prisoners, Mother had come out of it and Dad said, "Dr., you might take a stitch or two on this arm." The Doctor, looking at the wound, said, "I should think so, you are pumping blood now...an artery has been severed." So, he tied the artery and sewed up the cut. I slept through it all and believe it or not, I don't remember a thing about it.
Where we lived for the next few years I have no way of knowing, but I've heard Mother and Dad tell of an incident that would try the metal of any woman. It seems we lived in a little log cabin in the country with one door and a hole in the wall opposite the door with a board shutter, the cabin's only window. There was an Indian raid and runners came to notify all...and all men folk went out to chase the Indians. Dad was to be gone over night. It was the custom of someone of the community to stay with the women folk who were alone or had no one big enough to send for help as needed, but somehow Mother was forgotten and no one came to stay with her. Herschel was about three years old and I was a nursing baby. Along late in the evening, Mother heard a horse coming and on looking, saw it was an Indian in full war paint coming "likety split" for the cabin. Mother gathered me in her arms and Herschel by the hand. She went back to the back wall of the cabin and began to pray to God to save her from the savages, for she fully expected her babies' brains to be bashed out against the logs of the cabin and her scalp to be dangling from the Indian's belt. The Indian rode with his pony's head in the door and jabbered something and saw that she did not understand, that she was scared, turned his pony about and grinning sped away. He was a friendly Indian from a nearby reservation who really was trying to do the white man a friendly service by notifying them of the raid, but he came near scaring one little women out of her life. This was not all the excitement she had to undergo on that memorable occasion. After dark when Dad did not return, Mother heard something scream down the road from whence the redskin came. Being wise in the way that the early settler were and of necessity must be, she knew it was a panther or an Indian imitating one, but she felt sure it was a panther. She looked out through the crack between the logs and saw the panther by skylight up in the tree. She got the old shotgun, which she did not have time to think of when the Indian came...and it's well she did not think of it then for she very likely would have killed a friendly Indian. Anyway she poked the old shot gun through the crack and took aim at the shadowy bulk in the tree and let go and heard the big cat hit the ground. She did not know if she killed him or scared him away but she did not open the door to investigate. The next morning when Dad returned a 9 or 10 o'clock, there was the panther dead in the yard and the door still barred.
The next episode of interest happened and I personally remember this. We lived on a farm in a community called Shady Grove, four and one-half miles northwest of Weatherford. I was six or seven years old and it was my job to drive up the calves every morning from the field. Now Dad's place joined Sam Shadle's place. Dad had bought this place. I went out in the field to bring the calves in so Mother could mild. There was a red heifer calf in the field with our calves and it's ear was bleeding. So, I told Dad about the calf. He went and looked the calf over and went back to the house, buckled on his six-shooter, had a whispered conference with Mother and told Herschel and I to turn the calf outside. He saddler his horse and followed the calf to Sam Shadle's cow pen. There was a red cow in the lot. She lowed to the calf and the calf answered. Dad "Helloed" and Mrs. Shadle came to the door. Dad spoke and asked for Sam. She said, "He is just getting up..will be out in a minute." Sam came out and Dad said, "Sam, I brought your calf home." Sam didn't seem to understand but Dad said, "I mean this red calf out here that you marked in my mark and turned into my field last night." Sam replied, "That is not my calf." "Well", Dad said, "Open the gate and if this calf does not suck that red cow, I'll take it back home and apologize for what I have said." Shadle said it was not his calf and he would not open the gate. Dad drew his gun and said, "Open the gate." Sam opened the gate and the calf ran to it's mother and proceeded to get it's morning meal. Shadle had marked the calf in Dad's field, planning to find it in Dad's enclosure marked in his mark the next morning and have Dad arrested for stealing his calf, but slept to late. We discovered the calf first.
Not long after this in 1883 to exact, Dad sold his farm and moved west to "The Land that Flowered with Milk and Honey!.."..San Saba county. We left Parker county in 1883 to come to this part of the state with two wagons, one extra horse (which was stolen from him en route), three of four milk cows, six children, two dogs and $800.00in cash. Professor Garrett, who lived on our place and taught at Shady Grove School the last year we were there, moved with us to San Saba. I do not know what became of him. The children who came along were born in Parker county were Herschel Hale, Walter Grey, Samuel J Tildin, Morgan Conrad, Dora Caldonia and Lansing Monroe. The dogs, Jack and Riley, were half bull dog and half blood hound. We grove onto the court house square in San Saba on March 3, 1883. Dad made temporary arrangements with a Mr. Smith (Photographer Smith) to camp in his back yard while he looked around and located, as the saying went in those days. We lived there three weeks in a tent.
Dad bought a claim of 160 acres from Jim Smith for &150.00. He also bought from Smith 21 cows and one calf for $550.00...$25.00 per head. There we moved into a little one room house, sixteen feet square with one door, a chimney and a window, it was built of raw lumber, in it we had three beds, two regular bedsteads and one trundle bad that was rolled under one of the larger bads to make more room in the daytime. Dad finally put a ched room on the north with old pine boxes for a roof, tow sacking for walls and sand rock for a floor. In this Mother cooked and we ate. On this 160 was a small field of about 35 acres, with the brush cut off and a brush fence around it. This was the nucleus around which the present ranch owned by Will Gray, nine miles north of San Saba town, was built. From this Dad with the help of Mother and we six kids, undertook to and did eke a living. The country was wide open, a public domain, no fences except to enclose some small farms dotted here and there about over the country. Dad taught school awhile, one or two terms at China Creek, one at McMillin, then he got a job bossing a cow outfit for Murray and Cunningham, for which he received the unheard of wage of $50.00 per month.
Then he was deputy tax assessor under John Kelley for two or three terms and then announced for the office and defeated Mr. Kelly and held the office for six consecutive terms, 12 years, and retired undefeated. During this time, somewhere along the line, he hired a carpenter, a Mr. George Lynn, to build more to the house and from time to time he bought adjoining land until he had four of five sections, several hundred head of cattle and 75 to 100 head of horses.
In about 1890 he sold the place to John Smith. I do not know the price paid, but I do know it was mostly paid for with horses.
That's where and how Dad came to have the 75 to 100 horses. He rented the place one year and then bought it back from Smith to be paid for in steer yearlings as he could raise them. About this time grass was short and scarce and horses being harder on grassland than cattle the horses became almost worthless. Some were advertised in the San Saba News as, "100 head range horses, $250.00 or $2.50 per head. Well there came a fellow, John Pleasant by name, from down in the piney woods of East Texas with a roll of recommendations as big as your leg. He made the ranchmen a proposition to trade East Texas yearlings for West Texas horses: a steer yearling for a horse and a heifer for a mare. He was to take the horses back with him and deliver the yearlings in October. He got 67 head of horses from Dad, some from Tom Sloan and maybe others. Nobody has received the yearlings to date. When the country became more settled wire fences began to appear here and there. The ranchers, or some of them, the unscrupulous ones, did not like this, so there was an epidemic of fence cutting over this country for a period of years.
Dad, while teaching at McMillin, boarded with a family in the community, riding home Friday after school was out...six or eight miles. The route home led him by Jim Taylor's section fenced with barbed wire and on a Friday night the fence was cut and it was only natural for Mr. Taylor to suspect dad of cutting the fence. They became fast friends afterwards and later talked and laughed over the fence cutting.
In 1904 Dad sold the ranch and bought 800 acres in Mills county, three miles out of Goldthwaite, Texas. He finally sold that, moved into Goldthwaite where he lived for several years and held the position of City Marshal and Deputy Sheriff under Sheriff Henry Ezelle and also ran for sheriff.
The Lindsey's were old Scotch Irish Presbyterians, the covenanted type.. their word was bond. Dad was plain spoken man of very definite convictions. He called a spade a spade, a thief a thief and a liar a liar.. and had no use of either. He was a leader in the community, always ready to help and give moral and material support to every laudable undertaking. He gave the Fairview Community it's first school building which was also the community building for church and any and all public functions.
After his stay in Goldthwaite I do not recall how long he lived there, he moved to Portales, New Mexico. He lived there a few years, took sick and seemed to realize his journey down life's road was about ended and wrote to Aunt Dona Woody, his oldest sister who still lived at old Veal's Station in Parker county, that he was sick and was not going to get well and wanted to move back to Veal's Station and be buried with or near his lost hand. He did just that and now rests in the Veal's Station Cemetery.
It is but fitting, in fact it's my duty, to devote some space to our Mother. She is now and has been for fifty-one years, somewhere in the great beyond, watching the destinies of her twelve offspring and I would not, I could not fail to say that Miss Mack (Dad's second wife) did her part well and the same applies to her also.
The following taken from "Descendants of Charles William Lindsey." Written by Mrs. Walter Coleman, the former Geneva Lindsey, daughter of Jim Lindsey, and niece of Charles.
"Right after the Civil War closed, around two years, the scarlet fever broke out in the Veal Station Community. Over at the old LANTZ place five children died in a short time and are buried there on the place.
In the fall of 1890, W A Ervin came to Veal Station and built a lot more on the old building...built a boarding house for girls and a dormitory for the boys. That was when the building was made into a college called PARSONS College. At one time there were over five hundred scholars. Then on December 10, 1893, it burn down.
The first school building in Veal Station was a log house. It had two rooms, and a man by the name of Stout taught there. He was so ill he only taught one term. They let him go. He lived in one room and taught school in the other. That was back in the late '50's'. Two other teachers were Mr. Johnson and Mr. Akard.
In the year '76 my parents lived in Veal Station in a tow story building that stood right east down the line from where the Hinkle boys' home is. There was a cotton gin and a turning mill down at the east end of that hollow. Two cotton buyers who were brothers, Tom Tarington and B C Tarington, had a general store up there. There was a post office and two blacksmith shops. The first Post Master we had in Veal Station was Abe Swallow.
A man named Jim Allford had the cotton gin.
The Lindsey's came from Newton county, Missouri. Our grandfather was Adam Lynn Lindsey. They all came to Texas in the fall of 1852 and settled in the Veal Station Community.
In the year of 1872 the Indians came in and killed Jim Matlock and his wife. They lived down in the field east of the old Woody Place on Walnut Branch. They had three children. Two boys, whose names were John and Henry "Hunk" and a girl named Bettie. They had sent them over to the Lantz home after fruit, and while they were gone the Indians came and killed Mr. and Mrs. Matlock. They tore things all up, set the house on fire and left. But it went out and never burned. They hung their feathers beds on the fence and tore them open. Mrs. Matlock was a niece of Benton Lantz. and Mrs. Jim Coleman.
On July 4, 1860, the masons dedicated the old building and laid the corner stone, which was a very large sand rock. They fixed a place on it and put a Bible, a pint of whiskey, a $20 gold piece and a horned frog, which later was stolen.
Ben Akard was teaching school at Veal Station when smallpox broke out. He had them and when he got well he went to Springtown horseback. He put a big wool shawl around himself and took smallpox to Springtown in that shawl. It had been spread on the head of his bed when he had smallpox."
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- Title: Julie Murphy, Texas (family)
- Title: LDS Church, Family Group Record-Ancestral File
Media: Book
- Title: Hand written records from Lindsey family bible, "Family record of A.L. and M.J. Lindsey."
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