I searched for Mark K Bullock on Newspapers.com and found these articles. They MIGHT be his, eh? Notice from which publication they first appeared. Did he even know that his poems appeared in newspapers after submitting them to Christian magazines? 

On New Years Day 1893 my paternal second Great-Uncle Sherman married Martha Garoutte in or near Tulsa, Indian Territory. 

Sherman had posted a $100 marriage bond with storekeeper Tom Archer. Tom was soon to suffer a fatal accident. So they named a street after him. Tom was later immortalized in Bob Wills' song "Take Me Back To Tulsa." Before the chorus, I'm Too Young To Marry, is the line: "Let me off at Archer, I'll walk down to Greenwood."

Please hear Wills himself sing it: 

(This link updated in March 2020, as a previous link expired from youtube)


Miss Martha was the daughter of David and Louisa Garoutte of Missouri. Dad would come visit his daughter via the "Katy." The nickname for the MKT railway (Missouri, Kansas, Texas) would later be called the Union Pacific Railroad. It was at the Frisco train station in Tulsa one day in 1906 that David Garoutte met writer/historian, S.C. Turnbo.

http://198.209.8.180/lochist/turnbo/index.html

Daniel Estefano was good enough to share a photo of the young Civil War soldier Garoutte. I won't steal the photo but instead ask that you see it here:

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=garoutte&GSfn=david&GSbyrel=all&GSdy=1910&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&GRid=11048366&df=all&

David Garoutte talked long with S.C. Turnbo, and Turnbo took notes. Two stories are:

1.  WAS HUNG FORTHWITH  -  http://thelibrary.org/lochist/turnbo/v2/st040.html

2.  MORE RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY DAYS  -  http://thelibrary.org/lochist/turnbo/V18/ST553.html

                Just pulled military records from Fold3.com  regarding your 2xG-Grandfather, William Welcome Wilhelm, and his brother, Archey. Arch's birth name was very likely John Archibald Wilhelm. One doc pictured below shows "Archible," for goodness' sake. Both the 1850 and 1860 censuses indicate a birth year of 1845--which made him 17 when he enlisted at Horse Head, Arkansas. Google the locations mentioned to learn the many places their unit walked and fought. Where Welcome fought, that is. I'm not sure Arch made it out of state. I've found no record of when Archey died or where he is buried. He had allegedly become seriously ill and was released from service. Sent home, he never recovered. As you know, more Civil War soldiers died from sickness than from injury in battle. Below are Archey's records. Click on the four images within each gallery:

          Here are 18 images from Welcome Wilhelm's military records. Sadly, I am inept at getting these pictures to appear consecutively--starting with the first page. My apologies. Please click and scroll over to the right and begin reading the LAST pic. As a reminder, Welk Wilhelm was born September 14, 1843 in Hamilton County, Tennessee. Shortly before 1850, his parents migrated to northwest Arkansas. He was 18 years old when he enlisted September 26, 1861 at Camp Jackson in Arkansas. Welk survived the War and married Mary Cowan in Florence, Texas in 1866. Together they had eight children before Welcome left his family in 1882 for parts unknown. (UPDATE: As of August 2017, I've changed the year 1883 to 1882 as to when Welk fled for parts unknown. Why? Because a newspaper article said so.)  Some say he left after killing another man in self defense. I call it abandoning your family. 

          It was in the late 1990s that I first found info on our Wilhelm ancestors' service with Company C, 15th Northwest Arkansas Infantry. I am grateful to the late Edward G. Gerdes for sharing his research:  http://www.couchgenweb.com/civilwar/15infcoc.html

          The National Park Service has a brief summary of this unit's service:

 https://www.nps.gov/civilwar/search-battle-units-detail.htm?battleUnitCode=CAR0015RI04

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Researchers Beatrice Willhelm Steeves (1907-1995) and Ola Irene Johnson (1914-1988) also have 1845 as Archey Wilhelm's birth year, along with 1843 for Welcome. 

Newspapers.com/ has Liberty County, Texas newspapers going back to the 1880s. My paternal grandfather, Elton, was born in that small southeast Texas community in 1896. I was happy today to find brief mention of him and his older siblings in a July 24, 1908 edition of The Liberty Vindicator. He would have been 12, and the sister whom he left home to visit for a week was Nora Jones and her husband Edward.

I don't find Nora and Ed in the 1910 census yet, but in 1920 they are living in Norman, Oklahoma. So I don't know what town young "Master Elton" spent his vacation. But clearly his older sister Nina had a "pleasant" visit there, too.

And brother Rufus was under the weather. Do you suppose Rufus Wiser, teenager, wasn't happy to see the news of his illness in the paper? I wouldn't have liked seeing my health condition trumpeted. (Ask me about my great-aunt's goiter making the paper once, good grief!). 

Rufus' good health returned by the time the Fairchilds offered their home to guests for an evening of "charming hospitality." This page follows the one above--both on page 2 of The Vindicator:

The full page is below if you have a hankering to read about kidney trouble, theological difficulties and the Man Zan Pile remedy for er, well, you know. If you have trouble viewing it, right-click to save to your device for enlargement.

Found an interesting death notice for a young man from Osage County, Oklahoma. No relation to my family, but they lived nearby. Flynn Franklin Button, survived by his parents Frederick and Alice Button, and four siblings: Gertie, Gardner, Pearl and Olive. Only 23 when he died in France at Le Chatelet, Departement du Cher, Centre.

Died on the field of battle, 

I was noble thus to die, 

God smiles on valiant soldiers, 

His record is on high.

I am a big fan of HBO's "True Detective" http://www.hbo.com/true-detective#/ and bought the southern gothic horror book, The King In Yellow, from which the television series is allegedly based. Each week the detectives uncover more leads into the dark mystery surrounding a few rural parishes in Louisiana. Each week I spend way too much time mulling over the plot during the middle of the night when I should be sleeping. The show is THAT good! And disturbing. Some of those parishes (counties) I recognize from my research. 

St. Landry, Vermilion and St. Martin Parishes were early residences of my southeast Texas families before land opened up for white settlers after the Battles at San Jacinto and Bexar. In the 1840s many of father's ancestors moved to Chambers, Liberty and Jefferson Counties in Texas--from Louisiana. Some of my Louisiana kin are:

My third Great-Grandfather, Benjamin Franklin Abshier and his wife Hannah (Weed), who appear in the Federal Census of 1810 in St. Landry;

My fourth Great-Grandfather, Jean Jacques Abcher, died in St. Landry in 1836; 

My third Great-Grandpa, Jean Baptiste Boulet, was born in St. Martin Parish in 1799; and

My second Great-Grandparents, Benjamin Franklin Abshier, Jr. and his bride, Carmelite Boulet, were married in September 1842 in St. Landry. This is a later photo of the couple.

This comic defines my public restroom experiences! Thanks to Mr. Arbooger for this one from yesterday's paper. LOVE IT! 

Google announced it was bringing back its news archives. Perhaps you heard me hollering for joy when I read this? Here are a few articles from papers long ago about my close family and some articles mentioning distant cousins--all Willhelms.

My Mom and Grandmother in the Lodi, California News-Sentinel in March 2, 1950:

My Aunt, the pretty bride. I was thrilled to add this to my research, what a find! I wonder what happened to all those postcards Nancy and Larry mailed us from Canada?

While googling just now I found this on Jimmie Willhelm from Burnet, Texas:

http://www.bobnolan-sop.net/Reflections/Reflections%20htms/Willhelm.htm

TEN MINUTES OF RESEARCH LATER:  Ahh, Jimmie Willhelm is my Mom's second cousin once removed. His parents? Audis and Virgie Mae. Audis was the second son (of nine children) born to Joseph Flemon and Mary Elizabeth (Baxter) Willhelm. And Joseph? He was the sixth of eight children born to Welk Willhelm and Mary Elizabeth (Cowan). Welk, also known as "Welcome" on Confederate War records, is our ancestor who went missing soon after the birth of his youngest, Alice Emily, in 1883. ("Missing" is a nice word for abandoned. Or as Aunt Beatrice referred to it: forced to leave Texas after an altercation where someone was killed.)

I found an obit for Jimmie Willhelm's mother:

I have no idea who this Willhelm is, but I enjoyed the article from The Deseret News in May of 1967 about a college campus in Iowa. I would enjoy hearing Henry's comments about it now, wouldn't you? And yes, I intentionally "snipped" the tidbit about Ginsburg to the right of dear Henry's article. The times, they were 'a changing:

Got all that? I hope to soon post a timeline of our Willhelm family on another site to make it easier to see who's who. Thanks for stopping by! And Google? If you're listening, I appreciate you, Google. You're a researcher's dream come true.

LINKS to articles above:

http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=fAw0AAAAIBAJ&sjid=dHgIAAAAIBAJ&pg=4916%2C4786218

http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=hxczAAAAIBAJ&sjid=jzIHAAAAIBAJ&pg=6976%2C3045678

http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=Wm4zAAAAIBAJ&sjid=2e4HAAAAIBAJ&dq=lloyd-wiser&pg=4656%2C4897720

http://bnb.stparchive.com/Archive/BNB/BNB04282010p08.php

http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=7uRNAAAAIBAJ&sjid=2UkDAAAAIBAJ&pg=7171%2C6101137

My Mom and I went to southern California when I was itty bitty to stay with her Aunt Helen and Uncle Johnny for several days. WE HAD A BLAST, as nearly every day we went some place exciting. Among our excursions was Marineland, POP (Pacific Ocean Park--an amusement park on the beach), and Knotts Berry Farm. In the evenings, we visited my cousins Connie, Bruce and Curt up the street at Aunt Joy and Uncle John's house. What fun they all were! I thought these two families lived like this all the time, visiting amusement parks and eating at House of Pancakes. I remember crying when we left. Wouldn't you?

The highlight of our trip was visiting The Most Wonderful Place on Earth: Disneyland. Walt's park was fairly new, still under construction, and brand-spanking clean. Talk about sensory overload! They used to say the best way to see Disneyland was over a several day period. It was almost too much to see in a day, as it could be exhausting. But for this five-year old, it was heaven. 

For weeks afterwards I spoke of how I got to go to the moon that day in Anaheim. One of Walt's new rides in Tomorrow Land was a spaceship that promised to take you where you'd never been before. I believed it hook, line and sinker. Despite my Uncle Johnny's admonition that if I didn't behave I would "go to the moon" as was the popular saying of the day, I was thrilled to have taken a spaceship and seen video proof on the big screens inside the spaceship that I was indeed in outer space. I was there, I tell ya'! I was.

Here's a short video from the Disney people taken in 1957 of Disneyland. Miss you, Flying Saucers!

This morning we woke to the news that Shirley Temple had died in her sleep. Peacefully, I hope. She was 85. The inter-tubes were clogged for a bit as social media buzzed with the story. This particular tweet cracked me up:

"In 1938 a witness told the House Committee on Un-American Activities that Shirley Temple was a Communist sympathizer."

She was ten years old at the time.