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John Dodson Taylor III, June 1944   Leave a comment

June 1944 01

Scans Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

The writing on the back of this image indicates that “Jackie” Marsh is holding my father, John Dodson Taylor, III (1943-2014), in June 1944.  They are behind the family house in Summerville, Georgia.


The photographs in this set come from a “Panel Print Album” I retrieved from my father’s possessions after his recent death.


Panel Print Album 02

Panel Print Album 01


June 1944 03

Here is a photograph of Alex Marsh holding my father.  This is also good view of the back of the old north wing of the house.  That wing has not existed since the 1960s.


June 1944 02

The caption on the back of this photograph indicates that “Mama Nell” is hold my father.  That appears to be “Jackie” Marsh on the right.  They are, of course, behind the house.  “Mama Nell” does not seem to resemble my grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor (1915-2001), for I have photographs of her from that time.


June 1944 04

Here is a photograph of my father on Little Gene’s pony.  “Little Gene” was Eugene Stoddard Taylor, Jr. (1928-2012), who lived next door.


Taylor House, Summerville, Georgia   Leave a comment

Summerville House Perhaps 1950s

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor


This is an undated photograph of the John D. Taylor, Sr.-Jr., house in Summerville, Georgia.  It seems to come from the 1960s.  The car is a 1959 Mercury which my grandfather, John Dodson Taylor, Jr. (1905-1976), bought in 1962 or 1963.  The Volkswagen belonged to Eugene Stoddard Taylor, Jr. (1928-2012).  The context seems to be a family reunion.

This was the house into which my grandfather, John D. Taylor, Jr., entered the world in 1905.  My grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor spent most her life there also.  My father and uncle grew up there, and my mother, sister, and I lived there for a time.


My Grandmother and My Father, Summer 1945   Leave a comment

Grandma and Dad Summer 1945

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

I retrieved this photograph, not in pristine condition, over a week ago.  I framed it today.

Here we see my grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor, with my father, John Dodson Taylor, III, when he was one year old.



Jean the Collie   Leave a comment

Jean II

Above:  Jean


Family history is a goldmine of stories one should never pass into the ether of things forgotten and lost forever.  That premise is one rationale for this weblog.  Today, acting on that rationale, I share information about a dog who saved my father’s life when he was a boy.  I have attempted to get the details correct, given conflicting memories.  Human memory is not like a video recorder, brain scientists tell us.

My grandfather, John D. Taylor, Jr., kept collies for a few years.  One of these was Jean, who appeared in a Lassie movie–either Lassie Come Home (1943) or Courage of Lassie (1946).  My grandfather had purchased her from the kennel of Rudd Weatherwax, who trained dogs for movies and television shows, including the Lassie films and series.  I have heard stories of the family going to an airport to pick up Jean, who was returning from Hollywood, and of the family watching the Lassie movie with Jean in it as my grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor, pointed out Jean’s scenes.

Jean was a sweet dog.  My father (John D. Taylor, III) and uncle (Randy) rested their heads peacefully upon her on parts of Summer days spent on the veranda at the family house.  She was, simply put, a good dog and a wonderful friend and companion to them.

In 1947 or 1948, when my father was four or five years old and my uncle was two or three years old, Jean protected my father from a taxi cab in front of the house.  She recovered from her injuries, fortunately.  The National Humane Society awarded her a medal for saving the life of a boy.  (I wonder that medal is.)

Jean died, having been put to sleep, no later than 1953.  Yet my debt of gratitude to her remains, for, without her intervention, I would not exist.




Here are some more pictures, courtesy of my uncle Randy:

Jean the Collie I Courtesy of Randy


Jean the Collie II Courtesy of Randy


Jean, Nell, and Randy Courtesy of Randy

Here is a photograph of Jean with my grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor, and my uncle Randy (born in 1945).


Ginger, Randy, and Jack Courtesy of Randy

And here is a photograph of my father, John D. Taylor, III (born in 1943) and my uncle Randy (born in 1945) with Ginger the Collie.




Nell Taylor at the Organ, Summerville Presbyterian Church, Summerville, Georgia, 1940s   Leave a comment

Nell Taylor at Organ

My grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor, served as the Organist at Summerville Presbyterian Church, Summerville, Georgia, for many years.



Mother and Child   2 comments

Nell Taylor and Probably Jack Taylor

Image Courtesy of Randolph Fleming Taylor

The mother is my grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor.  This is definitely an image from the the 1940s.  Uncle Randy says that the baby is probably my father, John Dodson Taylor, III.  I, being inclined to take his word for this, posit that the image comes from late 1943 or early 1944.



John Dodson Taylor, Jr., and Nell Barrett Taylor   Leave a comment

Grandparents Taylor 1940s

Above:  My Grandparents, Possibly in the 1940s


Here is an undated photograph of my grandparents, possibly in the 1940s.  I look at this image and recall stories of them my parents (mostly my father) have told.  And I wish that I could have know my grandmother longer than I did and my grandfather at all.  He died when I was three years old, so I have no memories of him.


The Taylor House in 2004   1 comment

Taylor House 2004 I

Above:  The Taylor House in 2004

This Image and the Other One Courtesy of Randolph Fleming Taylor

I think of an old joke.  Two mature women–neighbors–were speaking across a fence.  One commented that she liked being married to an archaeologist.

The older I become, the more interesting he finds me,

she said.

Older women, in my experience, enjoy that joke more than younger women.

My ancestral family home–which goes back to the 1890s, with stages of construction and one of demolition (there was another wing, removed in the early 1960s)–is like a mature woman and I am like the archaeologist in the joke–I like old buildings.  And I, who have the floor plan committed to memory, want to see the old structure restored to grand dame status.  May house allies in Summerville, Georgia, succeed!  My family–from John D. Taylor, Sr., and his wife, “Hattie,” through my grandparents, John D. Taylor, Jr., and Nell Barrett Taylor, would approve.  And members of the generation preceding mine–my father, my uncle, and my mother–and of my generation also approve.

Taylor House 2004 II


Obituary of Richard Fox Barrett   Leave a comment

From the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, November 7, 2009


He was the son of George Dickey Barrett (1910-1989), my granduncle, sister of Nell Barrett Taylor, and son of George Washington Barrett.

He was also a first cousin of the novelist Olive Ann Burns.  Carolyn Burns Barrett (April 4, 1913-May 4, 1996), Dick’s mother, was a younger sister of William (Arnold) Burns (1893-1973), father of Olive Ann Burns.





Richard (Dick) Barrett, of Snellville, Georgia, passed away Thursday, November 5, 2009, suddenly of an apparent heart attack.  Dick is survived by his wife of 27 years, Linda Lee Barrett; two daughters, Christina and Andrea Barrett, both of Snellville, GA; sister and brother-in-law, Elizabeth and Wolf Seka of Rochester, NY; mother-in-law, Donna Hunt of Columbus, GA; other relatives and a host of many friends.  Dick was preceded in death by his father, George Dickey Barrett and mother, Carolyn Burns Barrett.  Dick was an Atlanta native, and attended Grady High School.  He graduated from the Georgia Institute of Technology, with a B.S. and Ph.D. in Electrical Engineering.  He worked for various Atlanta engineering firms, and most recently for the State of Georgia in Information Technology Management.  Dick was an active member of Cannon United Methodist Church, having served as secretary of the administrative board for many years.  Dick was a dutiful and devoted family man, and was always involved in and supported his daughters’ activities.  He loved to travel with his family, visiting many countries around the world.  The Service Celebrating the Life of Dick Barrett will be held Tuesday, November 10, 2009, at 4:00 P.M. at Cannon United Methodist Church with Rev. Tom Elliott and Rev. Amy Morgan officiating.  Interment Eternal Hills Memory Gardens.  The family will receive friends from 5:00 P.M. to 8:00 P.M. on Monday at the funeral home.  Those desiring may make donations to Cannon United Methodist Church, 2424 Webb Gin House Rd., Snellville, GA 30078, in memory of Dick Barrett.

Obituary of George Washington Barrett   Leave a comment

George W. Barrett

Above:  George Washington Barrett

An image taped inside a family history book


From the Journal of the North Georgia Conference of The Methodist Church, 1956, pages 110 and 111



The Reverend George W. Barrett was born September 3, 1873, and left us for his heavenly home June 12, 1956.  He was the son of William Wesley and Sarah Jane Winburn Barrett.  He was graduated from Young Harris College in 1899.

On January 17, 1900, he was happily married to Miss Nellie S. Fox.  He is survived by his wife and following children:  George Dickey, Lucy S., Nellie F. (Mrs. John D. Taylor), and Margaret E.  Another daughter, Sarah C., passed away June 12, 1954.  His home was one of culture and refinement whose spiritual atmosphere reflected the presence of the Master who was the real head of the house.

Brother Barrett joined the North Georgia Conference in 1899.  He was ordained deacon in 1899 by Bishop Hendrix and elder in 1903 by Bishop Key.  His appointments were as follows:  Alpharetta; Blue Ridge; Palmetto; Douglasville; Cornelia; Tate; Acworth; Union Point; Asbury, Augusta; Lithonia; Gray; Tignall; St. Paul, Gainesville; Winder; St. Luke, Augusta; Commerce; Rockmart; Second Avenue, Rome; Underwood, Atlanta, from which he retired in 1945.

He was at the table of the Secretary of the Conference for twenty-eight years–for twenty-one years the Secretary of the Conference, and editor of the Conference Journal.  He was a natural born Secretary.  In correspondence with the Publishing House as Editor of the Journal he was often addressed as “the model Secretary.”  In District Conferences or other church meetings, where a secretary was needed, they usually thought of Brother Barrett, if he were present, and elected him.

George W. Barrett was not only a gentleman but a gentle man.  Smoking flax he would not quench and the bruised reed would not be further damaged in his hands.  The ugly habit of self-assertion and self-seeking was not in his make-up.  He walked in deep humility with his Lord, content to feel that always the Master was at hand.

Brother Barrett was a sound Gospel preacher.  His sermons were not cluttered up with trivialities but dealt with the profound truths of the Holy Word.  He followed in the traditions of the fathers and was little moved by modern trends.  His people loved and trusted him.  They believed that in the midst of pretense and sham here, indeed, was a real man of God.  His life was an orderly one.  He was meticulous in his attention to details.  There was method in all that he did.  He was punctual in his appointments and prompt in his obligations.  He had strong convictions and was never ashamed or afraid to declare them.

For more than eighty-two years Brother George W. Barrett had lived among us, walking in the straight and narrow way, his face always toward the morning.  At last the weary feet could carry him no farther.  The gentle knight laid down his shining sword.  The mantle of his noble calling fell from his shoulders unsoiled.  His nerveless hands could no longer hold the working tools of his loved employ.  So he left us–the earth better for his coming, heaven richer for his going–to be at home with God.




It is, I admit, an overwritten obituary in places, but that is excusable.  If one cannot become flowery in an obituary, where can one do so?

I do recognize one glaring omission:  There is no mention of his firstborn son, Randolph Winburn Barrett (1905-?), who disappeared in the 1930s.  I propose no single reason for this, and I hope that nobody thinks I am.  In fact, I suspect that there are at least two reasons for this and almost everything else in the realm of the human race.  I do know that, for a set of reasons, Randolph became a topic to avoid in the household, so I am not surprised that he is absent here.  Maybe the primary reason was grief.  I have no evidence to suggest otherwise, so I extend the benefit of the doubt.