Granville Addison and Russie Effie (Elgin) Bishop Family
My father, Granville, son of Granville and Mary Ann Bishop, left
Montgomery County at the age of seventeen. Traveling by way of the rods
(under freight cars), to reach Samuel A. Bishop in California, who gave him
a job driving a hack, a horse drawn taxi of those days. He also worked in
the mining camps, where he was seriously injured. He was taken to a
hospital. When he "came to" he noticed that the name plate on his bed read,
Granville Fisher. He said "had I died the relatives back home would never
have known what became of me."
After my mother, Russie Bishop, passed on, my father stayed with
Willie Bishop Harmon for a while. Harry came to visit him, but as my
father's sight was failing he didn't recognize him. Harry took his hand and
placed it on that wooden leg, then he knew him!
Vera Walker, daughter of Jack and Melvina Bishop, told me that when
my grandfather, Granville Bishop, was killed, Grandma (Mary Ann) and a slave
boy dug the grave, made the casket and buried him. Casket material was
often kept in barn lofts in those days. Howell Bishop told me he once saw
the slave, later.
Grandma Bishop Clement told my mother she had a little girl who
died, because she was "too smart to live." I don't know her name or where
she is buried. Could be the same place grandpa was, though there was no
stone found. What "grit" she (grandma) had, six children then, remarried
and had four more and lived to be ninety. (She helped raise step-children
also). Kept house for Paul, a son, almost to the last.
Ross Bishop worked on cattle drives from San Antonio to Dodge City.
He was a real cowboy, broke western horses for my father, who had shipped
them to Missouri from Colorado. He was quite a tease, once my mother left
me with Ross with instructions for me to run a hen and chickens into shelter
if it started to rain. It rained and as I was in the process, Ross yelled,
"Let those chickens go to hell." I said, "Let these chickens go to hell?
Hell no, mom wants these chickens." He thought it very funny, quoting it to
me for years to come.
My mother wasn't well that summer, so she sort of let me run. Uncle
Bev. (Granville's brother), lad loaned my father a stallion, which was kept
in the barn. I tied a string to his halter, led him out, dragged a saddle
over on him and from a piano box where it was and rode out on the road! We
met teams, but he was a perfect gentleman. Uncle Bev wouldn't let Jack ride
I know Uncle Sam lost his eye when he fell on a tea kettle spout,
but never knew why Harry had the wooden leg. He often stayed over night
with us on his accessing rounds.
Lon Bishop was a pupil of my mom's when she taught school.
Once when my father was courting mom and she was playing the organ
with him standing by her, he took a bow of ribbon from one of the little
shelves and placed it on her shoulder. Up she jumped, feeling he was taking
liberties, which was not his intention at all. (She was almost a prude
then, I'm afraid). My father got angry, put on his hat and left. Went out
west again and didn't come back for seven years. When he came back they
"made up" and married. I don't know that story. He was fifteen years older
than she and he outlived her fifteen years. They lived with us after her
health failed, for several months. When she passed away, dad went to Texas
and visited Uncle Jack and to Nevada, Missouri. He also visited the Turk
families (Aunt Jennie's children) for a while. He was 82 when he came back
home to us and lived to be 96. At the age of 92, he was converted after
being a skeptic all his life, an answer to our prayers. I believe they are
Also, I must clear up an incident that occurred in Colorado, which
my mom was criticized for and was thrown up to me by Jim Coil. My father
borrowed some money from Uncle Jack and gave some horses as collateral.
Uncle Jack sold the horses and kept the money. I never knew why, that
didn't set well with my mom, so she asked to see the note, took it and went
over to the stove and burned it. Those dear ones are long gone now, so no
one will be hurt, if I tell it. I was almost born in Colorado. It was
haying time when I was due, so mom went back to her parents for the event.
They lived on the Lockwood place, names: Thomas and Gertrude Elgin.
My father was once in love with Aunt Jane. I don't know if he asked
her to marry him. It caused no differences between Uncle Bev and him, I
S.A. Oliver told me that when Virginia Bishop married an Oliver,
some Olivers went to their place (the house still stands on Melva's farm)
took him out and down to Danville (where the courthouse was at the time) and
locked him up! Virginia rode a horse down to the jail that night and got
him out. Must have been a feud between the families. I did hear that there
was when I was a kid, politics, I think.
[Trudell Marie (Bishop) McMackins is the daughter of Granville Addison and
Russie Effie (Elgin) Bishop and the granddaughter of Granville Addison and
Mary Ann (Spears) Bishop. She is probably the only living one of her
generation, the other generation of nine Bishop boys now all passed away.
Her father (Granville Addison Bishop) and my grandfather (Samuel Calvin
Bishop) were brothers - Margaret Jean (Bishop) Fullerton, February 1998]
Subject: Shelton Oliver, Jail Date: 18 Feb 1998
From: Beverly Robinson firstname.lastname@example.org
Yes, I have heard a story about like the S.A [ie Shelton Alben] Oliver one...
but of course its a little different. Larry's [Robinson] grandmother, Mattie
Oliver Powell said her grandfather, Shelton Oliver, was dragged off to the jail
in Danville by his brothers. Due to the different sides they took in the Civil
War. Sarah Virginia [(Bishop) Oliver] always said that he caught consumption
while in jail and never recovered from it. I'm sure every family has their
own version. And yes the house is still standing, only last week-end Nancy [Lee]
and I went over to look at it and take pictures. Can't remember if there were
any more questions. Nancy and I went off to a dusty Courthouse and Library
in search of lost family members today. Beverly