…for a little Maroon & White celebration!
When I read microfilm, I usually come across titillating bits and interesting articles unrelated to Emmett Wilson, and save them. These little items tell me that people of Emmett’s day weren’t as uptight as we think, and that even 100 years later, we still have a lot in common.
Today, I found this:
I wonder if their descendants would want this for their genealogical files.
Would you want this for your files?
Everyone has a family skeleton or two in the closet; some families want to keep it that way. I get that. I, too, have a big ‘skeleton’ in my closet, and some of my family are not thrilled that I’m pulling it out (nothing to do with Halloween decor, mind you). I’m talking about the other book in progress on my great-grandmother, the suffragette. I’ve mentioned her in the blog before.
You see, I don’t think my great-grandmother’s story is a ‘skeleton’ per se, but it is a terrible example of what happens when a family control freak (my great grandfather) is given free rein — or reign — which seems to be a more accurate description of the kind of guy he was.
But, my 80-something-year-old aunt (the only living relative who remembers her and this story) is mortified that I’m writing about her! She won’t even discuss it with me. I believe she must think that this kind of dysfunction never happened anywhere else. Of course, that’s not true. What. Ever.
My take on research is that we need to learn whatever lesson we can from the past (be it good or bad), and keep moving forward — but we cannot move forward when we are misinformed. Or, if we choose to ignore reality.
Reality has a way of coming back to bite us in the ass if we don’t face truth in our lives, and deal with it. I don’t know if the descendants of the Correction article want this kind of truth, or care about it, but the information is there. That newspaper editor was a klutz of a journalist, though.
More writing on tap today (another chapter), plus MSU Football (Go Bulldogs!). I broke the first chapter of Emmett’s book into three subchapters. There is a lot of information covered in that section; the breakup works better from an organizational point. So, I met my goal and got the first chapter drafted! It needs work, but it is fairly well structured.
Yep, it’s Saturday in September, so that means it’s college football day!
My alma mater was Mississippi State University. MSU has never really had what I’d call an exceptional football team or program, and has not made it to the top of the NCAA heap, but it certainly hasn’t been for lack of trying. When you play in the Southeastern Conference, you play some tough ball clubs. Still, win or lose, I’m loyal to my Dawgs. I keep my cowbell in a place of honor in my office, and I do bleed maroon and white — but, I do not ring the bell obnoxiously at random times during business hours, despite the fact there is an Ole Miss alum also on the University of Maryland campus!
I love football, so, imagine how thrilled I was to discover earlier this week that Emmett liked football!
Quite by accident, I discovered a photo from 1899 of the West Florida Seminary football team — and Emmett is on the far left.
I have no idea what his position would have been. There was no listing of the positions on the reverse of the photo. I also cannot tell what position he played, as the boys are not in any particular order.
I have not been able to find what would be an ‘official mascot’ or fight song for West Florida Seminary in 1899, but here’s what I do have, courtesy of the Florida State University archives’ copy of the 1900-1901 Argo:
WFS was co-ed for only a few more years; in 1905 the Buckman Act restructured education in Florida, and the WFS was reorganized first into the Florida Female College, then renamed in 1909 to Florida State College for Women. Hence, the football team at WFS was not very long lived.
Today I’m taking a bit of a research break, with cowbell in hand, watching the game, and singing the MSU college yell — er, fight song. Sing along if you like!