Hannah Tranquilla McNaughton Gattis (Mrs. William Sutton Gattis) wrote an autobiography or journal or diary, whatever one wishes to call it (most relatives who know about the book call it her diary). I will, henceforth, call it her Memoirs which gives much of her family history. She also wrote for The Brady Sun Standard (the newspaper in Brady, McCulloch County, Texas) the forward of an article entitled: "Life's History of One of Our Pioneers" which was written by Mrs. C.E. Haywood and which was published in The Brady Standard on Tuesday, July 13, 1926, on the last page thereof. A complete copy of this paper is in my possession, having been given to me by Minnie Gattis (Mrs. Grover T. Gattis) who had received it form Mrs. Rocket Hall. Mrs. Hall cleaned out an old piece of furniture and found the old newspaper which she had kept for many years. She thought that Minnie Gattis might like to have it and Minnie knew I'd like to have it. So that's the way I came to possess this old newspaper. The memoirs and the newspaper article follow.

KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE PRESENTS, that:

My name is John Edward Nowery and I am the husband of Mary Inez Gattis Nowery. I have the diary of Tranquilla McNaughton Gattis in my possession. She was my wife's grandmother. I have edited therefrom certain things pertaining to her family history. These things appear below.

The diary of Tranquilla McNaughton begins with the date of January 1, 1923. She apparently used it several years. Also, her daughter, Tidy Ware, made entries on it. Sometimes Tranquilla used the dates of the events she records and sometimes she uses no year dates at all. This lends to a certain amount of confusion for the reader but does not affect the value of the diary for its historical content.

The diary contains, mostly, the daily happenings of Tranquilla's life after she started said diary. However, she records various facts about her family history from time to time. - J.E.Nowery

UNDER DATE OF JANUARY 16 (no year shown)

My second daughter, Mattie H. Gattis, was born in 1875 near Cotton Plant, Arkansas. The sickness in the low lands made us want to return to our native home in Tennessee. We sold out and with Brother Tom and his sister Julia Roberson and children 5, we were soon ready for the long trip in wagons, leaving Brinkley on December 19, 1875. We never had any cold weather on the trip but lots of rain most every day. We had many serious things to encounter. On the 10th day of January, 1876, we landed at Mother Gattis' and were a happy bunch. Vashti and Mattie have many reminiscences of a happy time with Grandma and the three uncles, Tom, Joe, and Newt Gattis.

UNDER DATE OF JANUARY 10, 1939 (?)

Oldest brother, Thomas B. McNaughton, born 1839. Lost his sweet life while marching to his first battle at Dover, Tennessee.

Biographical Sketches of Ancestors from Memory.

While here we should "dot down" many things that may be of some interest to those we leave behind us. I was gifted with a good memory and always loved to hear of our people as far back as could be traced. So will tell what was told me in my younger days.

My grandmother, Hannah Greer, to me was most an idol and I loved her from my earliest recollection (my mother , Caroline, in childhood loved to be with her grandma).

Then we had a great aunt who we got much of interest concerning our ancestors.

I will go back to my great great grandfather. He lived near the Kentucky line. His name was Joseph Franklin (NOTE: Not Joseph, but John. He lived in North Carolina, not Kentucky- J.E. Nowery). In his family he had a little girl named Jemima and she was 11 years old when the Revolutionary War began. I don't know if she had sisters or not. She had brothers, one named Joal, one named Benjamin.

When the war was over, citizens were told they could take the wounded British soldiers to their homes and care for them until they got well. Grandfather Franklin took a young soldier to his home by name of Daniel McCoy. (NOTE: There is evidence that Daniel McCoy was an American soldier - J.E. Nowery). (NOTE: Jemima's son, David McCoy, said his father's name was Hugh McCoy,. It may have been Hugh David or Hugh Daniel - R. Plemmons).

This little Jemima was now a young lady and I think was beautiful (for I remember so well how pretty she looked to me as I sat in her lap when I was small). So the soldier fell in love with Jemima and she promised to be his bride. Years passed and they had a home there in Kentucky. There children were Daniel, Pheba, Hannah and John. (NOTE: They may have lived in Kentucky, but Iredell Co., N. Carolina seems more likely - J.E. Nowery).

This great grandfather (Daniel McCoy) was of Scottish birth and he wanted to visit his native land and people (but I don't know if his parents were living or not) and as a legacy was due him in Scotland, he took ship for his old home and was heard of no more. The ship was lost on the voyage.

Then our great grandmother was left to her people to care for her. Her daughter, Hannah, stayed with a lady in Lexington, Kentucky and there she had a sweetheart.

About this time the Indians were being taken from the states of Alabama and Tennessee and that country was the place to find homes. A colony of that country where great grandmother lived, got together and started for Alabama and Tennessee. The brothers of my great grandmother were going so she, with her children and some of the family slaves prepared to go too.

Her daughter, Hannah, wanted to stay with a lady in town and that lady begged to keep her, but her mother said she must go. She started but waited her chance to slip away. Now when camping time came, she, Hannah, was called but no one answered. Then that mother and her sons went through camp and never found her. One old slave, Uncle Ben, he was called, said "Last time I saw Miss Hannah, she was going back towards town, with her Sunday meetin' bonnet on." So they never went back to get her, but went on their journey to the new country (this was the Fall of 1814).

These Franklin brothers made home in the County of Franklin, Tennessee, on Elk River. Not long after they were located, our great grandmother married again, a man name of Griffin. she raised another family, Mahalie, Lucinda, Martha, and General, he was called (he never married). Aunt Mahalie, half sister to Hannah, married her own cousin, Joseph

Well do I remember of going there with my dear mother before I was 3 years old and set in my great grandmother's lap. This great grandmother buried 2 husbands in Tennessee. Her last husband's name was Wakefield and he was wealthy with lands and slaves.

About 6 generations have lived in that house. Aunt Mahalie, when old, used to visit me and would tell me much about the kin. When my own grandmother was then in Texas living with her youngest daughter, Aunt Ann Simms.

We loved Aunt Mahalie for she was so kind. With her I had a home after my own dear mother's death (March 2, 1869, at the Dr. Child's Water Cure Sanitarium).

My mother, when a little girl, said she always loved to have visits with her Grandma Wakefield and in them days, all the every day clothes were homespun. Flax was raised and made into cloth for sheets, table cloths, towels and children's every day garments. It would bleach white. My mother wore dresses of it, made like today, so they could put their heads thru the neck and it was on.

This great grandmother out-lived Granddaddy Wakefield and died at Aunt Mahalie's at the age of 98. Grandfather Greer died the same year, but I don't know his age. He is buried in Beach Grove Cemetery by Uncle and Aunt Cochran.

In the year 1853 in June, I had a dear sweet sister to die. She is buried near Flintville, in the Cooley Cemetery. She was 11 years old and was always so good to care for Brother and me. I well remember her death and she told us all to meet her in heaven. Now 70 years are passed and her sweet face if often before me.

About 2 years later my father moved to Bradshaw and there I began my education. My first teacher was a cripple by name of Stevens. Father next moved to Cornersville and there I lived until the "Civil War" began and we moved to Petersburg and my schooling was finished in the Petersburg Academy. Prof. W.W. Moonz was our teacher.

That awful war between North and South was on and so many loved ones lost their lives. When the battles were going on we often would put our ear to the brick wall and hear the roaring of the guns and Oh! how sad it was to think of the dying and the wounded. After peace many of the young soldiers come to the school and one had lost an arm.

While I was there in school, we heard of the battle of Dover, Tennessee and I knew my brother was there. I was so impressed that he was killed. I couldn't study for crying. We got the word in a few days that he was among the slain. The first to fall, How awful to think we would never see that good brother again. We know not where he was buried. The enemy had won. We heard they buried the dead in a field.

My dear sweet mother never got over Brother Thomas being killed. He was like a father to us in that he always saw our needs. He did love little brother and I remember so well of him saying that he must be in school. Then Mother fixed up his clothes and Brother took him up on his horse and away so far that it was a long time before I could see him. We all knew the teacher, Wm. Gribbs and he lived with his mother, so little brother was a great pet in the family. They lived about 30 miles from our home.

After Brother was killed and the awful war was still on, my dear Grandma Greer was in bed sick and sent for me. I went and was gone all winter. Saw and heard so much of the enemy's crimes. I often went to help hide things.

In a short time, one lone soldier come by and not knowing his danger. Then again they began shooting and the soldier fell to the ground. The men run to him, took his gun and belt of cartridges and the horses on to the hiding place in the mountains. Poor Aunt said, "Come, children, we will go to the man. He is some mother's boy." He was shot in his body and was groaning so pitiful. It was cold misting rain and we went and got quilts to put under and over him. None of us able to carry him in the house. Uncle was old and gray. Then he saw two more soldiers coming and called them as they were turning to fly back after seeing the man on the road. Uncle got them to come and carry him in. My cousin and me had to carry the soldier's guns and keep close to them. The wounded man lived an hour or more. He was a fine looking young man and my aunt set by him and she asked him of his home and parents. He said his mother was all he had and she lived in Ohio. His name was Thomas Baker. He was a Union soldier, 25 years old. His mother's home was in Star County, Ohio. Soon he was dead. There was no more to come but very old men and cripples. They made a rude coffin to put him in and set up, thinking the soldier's companions would be sure to come. His body froze for the weather turned so cold. After 2 days and nites, waiting, they took him to old Beach Grove Cemetery and buried him there. Over 20 years later his remains were taken to a soldier's cemetery.

My dear old uncle died soon after the war. My aunt, with 2 children of her sister's kept on the farm, until 2 years had passed. Her son who had never married and was in Texas, wrote for her to sell and come to him. Aunt would not agree to go without my brother and me. We were ready for our long overland move on the 3rd of October, 1870.

UNDER DATE OF FEBRUARY 8, 1936 is an entry made by Vashti (Tidy) Gattis Ware which states:

My mother, Quilla McNaughton Gattis, passed away February 10, 1936 at the old Gattis home near Waldrip, Texas. She was layed to rest at Lohn, Texas beside my father, Will Gattis and near my son Tommy, my brother Marcus and my dear brother Jim.

UNDER DATE OF FEBRUARY 10, (no year shown)

Mrs. Lutishie Cashion Gattis was born February 10, 1821. Mother Gattis was a dear good woman. Died 1902, with her daughter Mattie Kennedy, who lived then near Hutto, Texas.

(Then appears a note written by Tidy Ware)

My Grandmother Gattis is buried at Shilo, Texas, near Hutto, Texas. She one grand woman and used to spend days with Jim and I. I am named Lutishia for her. And I have stiff little fingers like hers. Stiff little fingers was inherited from the Cashions. My grandmother was a Cashion.

On this day 1798 my grandma was born. Her mother lived in Kentucky. Her maiden name was Hannah McCoy. She married very young the first time a man by name of Vinyard. After his death she was married to John C. Greer. Then she wasn't more than 19 years old. My mother was the oldest child of this marriage.

My mother was born December 22, 1818, in Franklin County, Tennessee, not far from Winchester, 106 years ago.

In my babyhood I lived with my parents in Winchester. My brother, Johnny was born in Winchester. Then I was told I wasn't the baby anymore. Brother was born June 20th, 1853.

We two are all that is left of my own people. Perhaps someday the one who reads these lines, may not have me nor my brother. We now are far apart.

UNDER DATE OF FEBRUARY 16, 1923

65 years have come and gone. My gallant and precious brother's life was taken from him, on this day, February 16th, 1862. He with his soldier companions was marching from the boat on the Tennessee River at Dover, Tennessee, when a bursted piece of shell struck him. All these years I have missed him. He was so kind and true and we loved him so.

He carried a gun made in Damascus set with gold stars, in emerald, with silver ornaments. The gun was several hundred years old. The surrender of his regiment after 2 days fighting, when the guns were stacked, Old General U.S. Grant taken the gun and we never heard of it again.

UNDER DATE OF MARCH 2, 1930

Anniversary of my mother's death, March 2, 1869.

Went with Grover and Inez and Minnie for a long ride where I'd never been. Saw Grover's home he bought but never lived yet, but has a renter. I like the place so much. I wish he was living on it.

So often I am thinking of dear sons Marcus and Jimmie, for they loved to be at our assemblies on the first day of the week in memory of our dear Savior. But, Oh! they are resting now and happy. They were so good to meet at our Lord's day assembling at Lohn.

UNDER DATE OF MARCH 4, (no year shown)

Well this is old Grandma Gattis and you wants some words from me.

Well, when the days of long ago is in our minds, we can tell of much that happened. Yes, in the homes. The Yanks would ransack the Homes and take things that they wanted. Yes, even our quilts and the last blanket we had. Take our chickens and eggs for eats.

The meanness of the Yanks! I was past ten years old but was brave to defend. Yet I never would shoot at one. They would take our quilts and we could not defend. They take our chickens and eat them and eat our butter and sorgum lasses.

Well, I will add a little to your book of guess work.

Dear, as your grandma is old I hardly know what is suitable.

I was a school girl then, but when the enemy come in our land we had to do what we could. Our dear sons were to defend the homes and half the North was cruel. To philfer, tear up, was their theme.

So I had a dear old grandma who we loved, so my Ma sent me to stay with her, and saw the enemy. We could defend the old and sick. Sometimes they would have battles in our hearing and our citizens were our defenders.

(The last two entries were evidently written after Quilla Gattis was very old - J.E. Nowery)

UNDER DATE OF MARCH 6, (no year shown)

My husband was born March 6, 1847, Mr. William Sutton Gattis. He rests now from his labors in the Lohn Cemetery --on the second of November, 1913 his dear eyes closed in death.

UNDER DATE OF MARCH 11, 1924

Thomas McNaughton was born March 11, 1811, near Dublin, Ireland. He lived to be old, 82. He was a cripple since my earliest recollection. My dear mother was his second wife. They were married in Salem, Tennessee in the year 1838.

My father was a tailor professionally. He ran away and left his mother in Ireland at the age of 13 years, landed in the City of New York and was found by an uncle and made an apprentice to serve as a tailor. He was a good one and would have been a rich man if he had not loved intoxicants so well. The last 30 years of his life he never drank or used tobacco. He was Scotch Irish. He was raised Roman Catholic, but in later years obeyed the Gospels. He read a great deal and loved to read the New Testament.

UNDER DATE OF MARCH 25, (no year shown)

This was my oldest sister's birthday, born March 25, 1841. She was named for an aunt, my mother's half sister, Mary Ann--Margaret was added for my father's mother.

She was 77 in March and died same year, the 30th of April.

She married David McCoy in 1865. 10 children were their family. Three children and her husband preceded her to the Great Beyond.

UNDER DATE OF MAY, (no year shown)

Thomas Wm. Gattis born 1882, May 3rd.

UNDER DATE OF JUNE 13, 1923

My brother's birthday, born 1853, John P. McNaughton, age today 70 yrs.

On this day 1857, my baby sister was born near Flintville, Tennessee. My brother Thomas, named her Alice and when she was little my brother would rock and sing to her and the song was about Alice, Sweet Alice Van Bone and we thought that was her long name.

Dear little sister was not strong when a child and often had spasms and we all were so afraid she might die and she was spoilt but made a sweet woman and lived with us and nursed my two first babies and she then went to keep house for my brother on a farm near Clarksville, Arkansas, and there she met and married Robert Sykes. Was in and near Clarksville and raised her family. 7 children, 5 of them married near Clarksville, 3 boys and 2 girls. Now they are scattered. The oldest sister, Fanny and the baby girl, Margie are married and have families. Robbie and them live in Arkansas. Lelah, the second girl, lives in California, Charlie, the oldest brother, lives in Kansas.

UNDER DATE OF JUNE 29, 1923

Baby son's birthday. Grover T. Gattis born 1892.

UNDER DATE OF JULY 31, 1923

July 31, 1933, my natal day, my age, 83.

UNDER DATE OF JULY 30, 1923

On this day Vashti wrote me such a good letter. Oh, how glad I would have been to enjoy that birthday feast in the cool milk house. Bless them dear boys! I sure would have been glad to went with Tidy and Harvey to see Mary and Inez.

UNDER DATE OF JULY 31, 1923

Tranquilla McNaughton, now Mrs. Wm. Gattis, born 1850.

Sister Jennie Gattis and Mattie Marie came today on their way to Austin.

UNDER DATE OF JULY 31, 1934 (This was written by Mary Leavenworth, Inez's mother -J.E. Nowery)

Mary Leavenworth sent a card on mother's 84th birthday.

UNDER DATE OF AUGUST 16, (no year shown)

August, Thou month of heat and sunshine! In my reveries and silent hours my mind wanders far back to our happy childhood-------I was a tot in my parents home in Winchester, Tennessee, In the early mornings I was out in the front yard and loved to hear our newsboy as he would say: "Come, Curly head, and get the paper". I then would run with it to my mother. Now this newsboy, where is he? He is not forgotten in his home town for in later years he was editor of the Winchester Home Journal.

I can remember so well when they told me I was not baby any more. My little crying brother was sweet and when he cried I would think he was sick and want my dear old Grandma Greer to doctor him. It was about

My grandma went out in town one day to a store and when she came in brought two little white plates, one for baby brother and one for me. From that time I knew my plate.

Before brother came my mother took me on a visit 5 miles from town to Uncle Joe and Aunt Mahalia Franklin's and my great grandmother lived with them. I set in her lap and thought she was so pretty. She then was about 96 years old, had her natural teeth. Died some 2 years later.

When my baby sister came I thought she was sweeter than any doll I ever had. Then my brother (John) was old enough to play with me and we were great chums, and as years passed our lives were more devoted. I was with him in all his chores and he wanted no other. We had our sleds for the big snows and Oh! them happy days we would slide down the hill over the snow and go around and pull our sleds up for another ride. How we loved to hear the Fall wind blow after frost came.

We knew where the finest and largest hickory nuts were and to those trees we went with our baskets and school satchels. We would begin to count the nuts as we picked them up and then we would throw up and knock them off if we couldn't reach the first limb. We would go from limb to limb.

The walnuts were fine. Frost turned them yellow and we would go and pile them in heaps until we could mash the hulls off and then we would let them dry. We had a good gentle mare to bring them home on in a big sack. We often would take a tramp far into the hills and deep valleys and gather chestnuts and black haws. We knew those high hills and dark valleys where we could not see or hear a sound.

When we were at the age of 10 and 7 that awful war began. Sometimes our southern soldiers would station near us and then we never did fear but would let them have eggs and chickens, corn and oats and they paid a big price in Jeff Davis or State money. Then the Yankee soldiers would camp near us. Sometimes they would be so ugly and take what they wanted.

Once they camped in the pasture near the house and one mess of them asked mother if she wouldn't cook some bread for them. She told them yes and they furnished the flour and when it was ready they wanted to come and eat at our table which they did and they asked sister Mary to tell them her sweetheart's name and if they captured him they would treat him good. She told them no, she didn't guess he would fall into their hands. They paid mother well for cooking for them while they camped in the pasture and then gave mother 10 or 15 pounds of rice and some fine coffee.

Poor Sister's sweetheart, over a year later, after he had been honorably discharged from Southern Service and taken the oath of Allegiance, and was doing no harm in any way and he was stopping over night with us. The whole country was filled with Yankees and one morning they saw him as he was leaving our house and would pay no attention to his papers but took him as a prisoner to headquarters, in Fayetteville. Then we got the word in a few days that he and two more innocent men were taken out and shot down. Oh! them terrible times.

Many's the time brother and me would get up our horses and get on them bareback and run them over the high hill and down in the dark valley we knew and hide them there until all Yanks were out of the country and we would go and feed them, all by ourselves. We were two brave kids.

During these days we got the news of our loved brother's death. Dear Mother was never strong afterwards. Father worked at his trade and was often away for months.

Now reader, you may not be interested in my war experiences. Much more I could relate. I am now in the sunset of life and in my lonely hours my mind wanders back to childhood.

UNDER DATE OF SEPTEMBER 3, 1923

James DeWitt Gattis was born 1884. In 1918 his precious life was taken from him by that dread disease, Flu.

UNDER DATE OF SEPTEMBER 11, 1798(?)

Hannah Greer was born in Kentucky near Lexington. Married there. Lost her first husband. Then she married John C. Greer and they moved to Franklin County, near Winchester, Tennessee. Caroline was the oldest daughter and was born in the year 1818.

Grandfather lived in Salem when our mother Caroline was a young lady and married my father there in Salem. He was from New York, a tailor by profession. His name was Thomas McNaughton, born in Ireland, March 11, 1811.

UNDER DATE OF SEPTEMBER 19 (no year shown)

Marcus Leonard Gattis born 1878, died January 16, 1910.

Marcus was the oldest son and was always dutiful to his father and mother and loved them devotedly. His lonely mother still will miss him, in her declining years.

The years roll on but the vacancy in our hearts remain. We so often long to see him. We are often in our thoughts made glad that he was a Christian and told me not many days before his leaving that he was not afraid to die. He was in the height of young manhood and said he would love to live and raise his two children, Inez and Harvey. He said no young person should want to die, but if it must be so with him he was ready.

In February it will be 14 years. Still I miss my dear precious son. I have missed him more in the past few years as I need him more. I look over at the house where his home used to be and think of the time I have seen him coming to see us. He loved our home and we had him come and stay here the last weeks he lived. We had all done for him that medical skill could do. Still we had to give him up.

UNDER DATE OF SEPTEMBER 21 (no year shown)

The following was written by Vashti Gattis Ware -

My Grandfather, Thomas McNaughton, as I remember him, he was of short stature, clear blue eyes, very very neat in person always clean shaved, never used a mirror, just sat down and shave. A great talker, was a tailor by trade and a good one.

I lived with him for quite a while when I was near 12 years of age. He helped me cook. He made small sacks to hold the coffee to be put in the coffee pot and boiled. We washed them, kept them clean. He bought me remnants of calico to piece quilts. He said Idleness was the devil's workshop, and before I lived with him he lived with my parents and in winter he wanted cornmeal mush and I was the one who had to make it.

He had beautiful white curly hair, wore it rather long and was very fair, rosey cheeks. Had beautiful hands, wore a gold ring on his right little finger. He told my mother he wanted her to have his ring but just before we came to Texas in 1888 he went back to Bowling Green, died there and buried there.

There is a note on a small bit of paper in the diary which reads:

January 4th, 1926:

The anniversary of my wedding day. Married in Fort Smith, Arkansas by a Methodist minister, Brother Grennade. I lived with a dear old aunt.

Mr. W.S. Gattis of Tennessee and Quilla McNaughton were married the 4th of January, 1871.

UNDER DATE OF OCTOBER 15, (no year shown)

Nealey Roberson was born on this day in A.D. 1874 near Cotton Plant, Arkansas. She was a niece. Her mother was Mr. Gattis' youngest sister. Dear Nealy has been a widow for many years. Her husband was John Williams, born in Tennessee. I loved Nealy's mother like a sister. She passed away in 1915.

There is a newspaper clipping glued in the diary on the page for November 3rd which reads as follows:

W.S. Gattis dead:

It is with deepest regret that The Standard chronicles the death of W.S. Gattis of Lohn, who passed away at Temple, where he had gone for treatment on Sunday afternoon at 2:00 o'clock. The body was shipped to Brady on Monday, his sons, Blake and Tom, accompanied the remains from Temple and upon its arrival here the body was received by members of Ben McCullough Camp No. 563, U.C.V. and the Daughters of the Confederacy, who draped the coffin with flags and beautiful floral wreaths.

The funeral cortege then proceeded to Lohn where internment was made in the cemetery, Funeral services being conducted by Rev. Simpson.

At the time of his death, Mr. Gattis was about 68 years old. He was a member in good standing of the local Ben McCullough Camp N563, and was highly honored and respected by his comrades as well as by all who knew him. He served about three years in the Fourth Tennessee Cavalry, Forrest's Command, with a splendid record. After the war he settled in Texas, and some ten or eleven years ago he removed from Williamson County to McCulloch, making his home here ever since.

Mr. Gattis was a exemplary Christian, and was an elder in the Christian church at Lohn. His home life was ideal, and none knew him but to admire and praise him. For the past year or more he has been in failing health and his condition gradually grew worse. As a last resort he was taken to Temple last week, but the doctors there were unable to do anything for him.

Surviving him are his wife, four sons, Tom, Jim, Blake, and Grover, and three daughters, Mesdames W.M. Campbell of Waldrip ---(here the clipping ends).

This was written by Vashti Gattis Ware (Aunt Tidy)

My Grandmother Gattis was Lutishia Cashion. Her two brothers were Abner and Jim Cashion. Jim was wounded in civil war. Had to have one leg taken off. No anesthetics in those days. Doctor asked him if he could stand the pain. He answered:"Yes, I could stand Hell for a little while"' and stood the pain. I knew him when I was a little girl. The brothers were batchelors. They came to see my grandmother. I was staying with her going to school. Teacher's name was Knuck Elliot.

UNDER DATE OF DECEMBER 22 (no year shown)

December 22, 1818 was my mother's birthday---100 years before, she was born (?). she died March 2, 1869. At her death she was in a mile of where her parents lived when she was a girl. She was born in Franklin County, Tennessee.

UNDER DATE OF DECEMBER 31, 1927 at 3:25 P.M.

Dear Grandmother:

I'm so proud to be here with you. We have talked so much and I have enjoyed my visit with you so much. Wish I had a home so you could go with me.

Grandma, remember the good times Marie, my Gold Dust twin, Harvey and I used to have right here at this dear old Home? I shall never forget it and how I do love to come see my dear Grandmother Gattis.

Much love to you always,

Your Granddaughter,

Inez.

The above excerpts from the diary of Tranquilla McNaughton Gattis were taken from said diary by me, J.E. Nowery during the Month of November, 1955 (signed by J.E. Nowery and notarized.)