November is Remember

All Saints, All Souls, Guy Fawkes Day, Remembrance Sunday, Veterans Day, Thanksgiving….November is full of remembering. Genealogy is a way to remember, a way to learn what we can of our forebears and appreciate where we have come from. There is often precious little to reflect on other than names and dates and places.

The PBS program, Finding Your Roots, is a favorite of mine. The host, Dr. Henry Gates, proposes to show that one’s family history can be more than just names, dates and places. I was amazed when I began seeing family names I recognized in a recent program. As it turns out, I am distantly related to Anderson Cooper! We share a common 5th GreatGrandfather, Solmon Boykin.  Mr. Cooper’s 4th GGfather (son of Solomon) was Burwell Boykin. My 4th GGfather was James A. Boykin, a younger son of Solomon, by a second wife.  Here’s how Mr. Cooper is encouraged to remember his 4th GGrandfather: Bold Act of Rebellion

I will have more to say about the details of Burwell Boykin later. Today I want to focus on remembrance.

Here is a recent NPR piece from the Six Words project that raises questions about how we reconcile remembrance of our ancestors with our modern sensibilities: Must we forget our Confederate ancestors? 

How do we remember those of our family, even far past family, that offend our modern ideals? There is only one way; with forgiveness and prayer, because they were not, I suspect, all that different from us. They did what they did the only way they knew how,  for their children and great-grandchildren.

Let us remember before God, and commend to his sure keeping our beloved dead, those whom we knew and whose memory we treasure. Wash them, we pray, in the Blood of the Immaculate Lamb that was slain to take away the sins of the world: that whatever defilements they may have contracted in the midst of this earthly life, being purged and done away,they may be presented pure and without spot before you; through the merits of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.


Under New Management

Correspondence of Original Ideas is under new management! Sarah has ceded the blog to me, her mother. I want to continue to post Uncle Zach’s writings and share other genealogical and historical bits. I’m not nearly as clever as Sarah, but maybe I can say something interesting too. Stay tuned.

Book Learning

Education is a big deal for us here in America; literacy is akin to human rights. Being able to do basic math is freedom, and knowing that gravity is common to all of us is the spice of life. This is all good. But something that we might erroneously think about these good things is that it only comes from the education system. This was not the case back in Uncle Zach’s childhood, or even in his entire life time.

Uncle Zach obviously knew how to read and write, and did so well enough to write for the Florence Times, and to be elected as a school board member for Rodgersville. However, he only attended school for three or four months, and those three or four months may not have been consecutive! He was either needed on the farm to help his father, Peter, there probably wasn’t a school teacher in the area, or both.

We can presume that Peter and Sarah Romine taught Zach and his siblings to read and write. In the 1850 census, all Romine family members were recorded as being able to read and write, yet it was also recorded that none of the children had attended school in the last year. The 1850 US census data reveals, however, that only one in ten people could read and write; the Romine household was an exception. It wasn’t until around 1900 that school attendance was required by the state, but by 1851 mistrust of parents was spreading among education leadership. Andrew J. Coulson wrote in a Massachusetts Teacher article: “In too many instances the parents are unfit guardians of their own children … the children must be gathered up and forced into school”.

Education is a great and wonderful thing and having a system certainly makes it all more consistent and fair. Opportunity for education across the board is necessary. But back in Uncle Zach’s time, it wasn’t the responsibility of the state to make sure that everyone was educated, but the parents’ and community’s responsibility. One way is certainly better than the other, in terms of consistency of opportunity, but is one way more right than the other? Is there a right and a wrong way to educate, and do these two systems exemplify that? What do you think?

Sources: 1850 census of Lauderdale County, Alabama

The Florence Times, 1893, “A Wail From Rodgersville”

How the Late Storm Served an Old Friend
RODGERSVILLE, MAY 1, 1893. EDITOR TIMES: — The first time I met you was at the Democratic rally at Mars Hill. I subscribed for your paper that day; I have received and read it ever since. I thought that you were the most honest and truthful looking editor I had ever seen. Knowing that all editors are truthful, I placed great confidence in you. You urged the farmers to raise hog and hominy at home and plant less cotton. I had great confidence in you and was glad to take your advice, so I planted one hundred acres in wheat, oats, rye and corn; also a large crop of vegetables and seven acres in cotton. Well, the flood came, and washed the hill corn and soil down and covered the bottom corn with mud; ten head of my hogs died; the hail and wind beat down my wheat and rye; the frost bit my Irish potatoes and other vegetables, grapes, etc.; my sweet potatoes rotted in the bed; the old woman’s milk, butter, jars, buckets and churn washed out of the spring house and went like Ward’s ducks. I suppose they are at New Orleans by this time. Well, I have a little confidence in you yet. Please tell me what in the ____ to do next.

Z. B. Romine 

Mr. Romine has had bad luck truly. But did his cotton escape?

Back in 1989 my Grandmother, Great Aunt, first cousin once removed, and another first cousin once removed put together a packet of selected works by Uncle Zach. I will be drawing from these works for my stories and articles. Before jumping into stories, I will be setting the scene with information about the Reconstruction Era and the early part of the turn of the century. This information will range from history and politics, to shape note singing and soap making.

My resources for this information will be varied and trustworthy- there is a living history park near where I live that deals with this exact time period and I hope to learn from the reenactors there some things about the period and get my hands on further reading. I also am planning a road trip to Lauderdale county, Alabama, to see if I can find more articles of Uncle Zach’s– like I said, what I have is just a small selection.

I am so grateful that I have all this family history to share- the unimportant history is the best history; it is how we all got here today.


My name is Sarah. I am one of the great-great-great-grandchildren of Mr. Zachariah Bennet Romine, who was born is Lauderdale County, Alabama in 1830. He lived all his life within one mile of where he was born; attended school for only three or four months; served as justice of the peace six years; and did many other notable things in his long and active life. His daddy was Peter Romine who located in Northern Alabama soon after a treaty with the Indians opened that section to settlement by white folk. His mother was a woman of Irish parentage with the surname Rose.

Zachariah married Lucinda Perkinson on October 26, 1858 and raised a family of six boys and five girls. He was a blacksmith by trade, and wrote for the Florence Times for a number of years. He was known as “Uncle Zach”. His home was open to any traveling minister or salesman traveling through the country, and not a livelier or more interesting companion could be found. It was said that Uncle Zach was famous for being a Correspondent of Original Ideas.


Here I will be visiting in writing the kind of life my 3rd great grandfather lived: in informational articles, historically leaning fiction (since he himself used hyperbole in his humor column, I will take that liberty as well…), and in any other medium I can think of- this is all in the name of familial love and, of course, fun.

Y’all enjoy your stay.