That’s my neighbor’s forsythia bush this morning, the first full day of Spring. That groundhog knew what he or she was doing on February 2. The snow is predicted to fall all day today in Emmett Wilson land. It is a good day to write about another snowy day, about […]
Just as I think I’ve found as much as I can find directly related to Emmett, something new surfaces! This! Although I’m still missing Emmett’s scrapbook, and I have only a few primary documents that belonged to Emmett, I’ve managed to assemble an extensive collection of Emmett’s signature, beginning with […]
When I last visited Florida in 2015, I spent most of the time going through courthouse archives in search of testimony and notes for the cases Emmett was prosecuting. Although I didn’t find much in the way of notes, I did uncover a load of paperwork with Emmett’s signature, which […]
On March 10, 1918, Emmett’s older brother Percy Brockenbrough Wilson died of tuberculosis. Percy was only 46 years old, a well-respected and admired community physician. Percy’s funeral was held one hundred years ago today, March 12, 1918, in Sneads, Florida. It was likely well attended by most of […]
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Are you exhausted from worrying about someone? Weighed down from constantly carrying them in your heart? Okay, friends. Huddle up. One of my favorite football plays is the ol’ Hook-and-Ladder. To pull it off requires some impeccable timing, skill, and trust … but this one…
Although the life and behavior of an alcoholic can be unpredictable, Emmett Wilson appears to have been a man of regular habits, especially when it came to his annual vacation. Every year, on or about the first week of August, Emmett would go to St. Andrews or Panama City for […]
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