Mother died while on a cruise with Daddy in 1993. To survive Dad married Mom’s cousin a few years later, but in the end developed Alzheimer’s and succumbed from complication of that Godless malady in 2002.
In an early post # 154 Talton-O’Neil-Parker I went into some detail about what I knew of Daddy’s family and his upbringing.
What follows is a book done by Mom and Dad in the early 1990s in which they reminisce about their youth.
This is in their own words, not mine. It’s what they remember.
Young Addie O’Neal was standing in the front yard of the farm house on Tuesday morning, December 6, 1898, when she saw the empty family buggy coming down the dirt road – the horse slowly plodding towards the barn. Bill Rich, her daddy, had his feet tied to the traces and was under the wagon, being drug home dead.
Murder was suspected and there were many prime suspects because Bill Rich O’Neal had whipped a lot of men in fist fights. The official cause of death, however, was finally listed as accidental.
Widowed for the second time, Addie’s mother, Nancy O’Neal, again ran the farm all by herself and her kids. She asked for no help from her relatives or neighbors. She raised her eight children and instilled in them a resolute, cynical attitude about life. Everyone described her as a hard woman. But they would say it with a smile. You did not mess with Nancy Talton Edwards O’Neal.