“THAT JAKE”

Plantation living quarters for blacks

JACOB BOSTIC JR.

Jake Bostic Jr
Jake Bostic Jr

January 9, 1895 – October 22, 1963

When I hear the name Jacob Bostic or Uncle Jake, I immediately envision a man with star like qualities.

I see uncle Jake as a mixture of Carey Grant, Billy Dee Williams, Denzel Washington, all the cowboy/gunslinger characters that Clint Eastwood played and last but not least, my all-time favorite, Doc Holliday when he get’s ready to shoot Johnny Ringo, and he says, “I’m your Huckleberry”.

Yes, to me uncle Jake was made for the “Big Screen”.

There is a quote of Clint Eastwood’s that comes to mind when thinking of uncle Jake.

“There’s a rebel lying deep in my soul.”

My imagination might be running wild when I think of him but I’m sure only slightly. The one thing that I have noticed about the people that remember uncle Jake is that they all get this glazed look in their eyes and they ALL say, “That Jake”.

It would take Johnny James Bethea to give the facial expression and the words, “That Jake” in order for you to get my meaning of what I’m trying to describe.

So, who was Jacob Bostic Jr?

Uncle Jake was the last child of Jacob Bostic Sr and Sophia McCullough-Bostic. He was the adored baby brother of all his siblings.

He was a HELLION!!!!

He was born in Marlboro County, SC on January 9, 1895 on the Appin Plantation that was owned by Col. C.S McCall. His father, Jacob Bostic Sr., died in 1895 the year that uncle Jake was born; Sophia, uncle Jake’s mom, died in 1901.

Jacob Bostic Jr - delayed birth record
Jacob Bostic Jr – delayed birth record

Uncle Jake was raised by his father’s sister, Fanny Bostic-Wilson and her husband Cornelius Wilson. They raised and loved him as if he were their own. Jake was everyone’s baby and in fact he was referred to as “baby Jake” for years.

EVERYONE!! And I do mean EVERYONE in town knew Jake Bostic. They knew his family adored him and that he could do no wrong. Nothing was to ever happen to Baby Jake “Bostic”.

BUGGY WHIPPED!!!

There is a story that has been passed down through our family for years. I assure you that it is true.

One day uncle Jake was coming back from town and he passed two white women who were walking along the road. What on earth would possess them to speak disrespectfully to Jake Bostic? He was a man before his time; no one was going to call him out of his name.

Uncle Jake hopped down off the buggy!!!!! Didn’t even bother to reign in the horse!!! He proceeded to give those women the weapon he felt they deserved. The whip was used on more than his horse that day.

Naturally the women reported him to the law!!! Something along the lines of, “That Jake” Bostic attacked us!!! He buggy whipped us!!!

When the sheriff came out to the house to ask uncle Jake and the family about it, uncle Jake told him that he didn’t do any such thing and that he could go and ask Mr. So and So if his buggy had ever stopped along the road.

The sheriff investigated, speaking to people black and white alike, all of whom said they had seen Jake on his buggy and that it had never stopped. ONLY “Baby Jake”, could get away with that, especially back then.

They say that all good things come to an end and even for “Baby Jake” that was the case.

I guess uncle Jake had a few too many incidents throughout the town, he was finally given an option by the “law”.

Jake Bostic!!! Go to the army or go to jail!!!!!

Parlez-vous français?

301st Stevedore regiment #43
The Stevedores
We are the Army Stevedores, lusty and Virile and strong;
We, are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long;
We handle the heavy boxes and shovel the dirty coal;
While the soldiers and sailors work in the light,
We burrow below like a mole.
But somebody has to do this work, or the soldiers could not fight;
And whatever work is given a man, is good if he does it right.
We are the Army Stevedores and we are volunteers;
We did not wait for the draft to come, and put aside our fears.
We flung them away to the winds of Fate, at the very first call of our land,
And each of us offered a willing heart, and the strength of a brawny hand.
We are the Army Stevedores, and work as we must and may,
The Cross of Honor will never be ours to proudly wear away.
But the men at the front could not be there
And the battles could not be won,
If the Stevedores stopped in their dull routine,
And left their work undone.
Somebody has to do this work;
Be glad that it isn’t you!
We are the Army Stevedores; give us our due!
—ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.

Uncle Jake found himself on a ship headed for France. What would become of “Baby Jake”?

Uncle Jake left the south the beloved baby brother, unable to read or write. I always laugh at the thought that his older siblings could read and write but not “Baby Jake”. He wasn’t required to know these things. He had the power of the Bostic’s to handle that stuff for him.

ooh la la, what a French woman can do.

Uncle Jake had a true French Connection!!!

il a trouvé sa femme amoureuse. il a appris l’art du baiser français ; He did more than that!!! He also learned to speak French and write French.

During his time in France his Dame amour would write letters for him. The day my great-grandmother received a letter from uncle Jake that was written in his own hand, albeit in French, was total excitement. He had written his letter and then his girlfriend had written below his writing the words in English.

One of uncle Jake’s requests to my great-grandmother, who was expecting a child at the time, was to name the baby. If the child was a girl he wanted her to be named Jemusseller or Brigidetta. There is a part of me that wants to leave it at that, but if you are anything like me, you won’t be able to concentrate on any other part of this blog because you will be wondering what she named the baby. DRUM ROLL PLEASE…………Jemusseller!!! Or as we lovingly referred to her, “Aunt Jem”. Aunt Jem always said, “why could she not have been named Brigidetta”.

Aunt Jem and Uncle Art
Aunt Jem and Uncle Art

 

Bostic’s Always Get Their Man!!!

You’ve got to get up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on a Bostic, and even then it might not be early enough.

Uncle Jake managed to make great use of his time in France. Have you ever met that person that is always in the right place at the right time? That would be Uncle Jake.

It was the wee hours of the morning and he had gotten up to start his daily tasks. I am sure that somewhere along the line I have mentioned that my great-grandmother and her siblings where sharpshooters. Bostic’s never missed their target.

In a Clint Eastwood movie, Harry Callahan says, “nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot”!

Well on this specific morning, Uncle Jake got two birds with one stone or should a say, two of the enemy with one bullet.

Truly he did!!!!

He looked up as he was performing his early morning tasks and he saw something though the morning fog, as it got closer he realized what was happening. Yes, the enemy was coming!! He was in the middle of doing the tasks for the men that were the actual fighters and here it was, he was the one that saved his regiment that morning.

Uncle Jake initially thought that there was only one man sneaking up on them, a man who he ended up shooting through the heart. When the man fell dead another man who had been behind him also fell. The bullet passed through the first man and into the second man, killing them both.

In a time when black men very rarely received a medal, uncle Jake received one. I think they say that more black U.S. soldiers received medals from the French during WWI than from the U.S. military. It was virtually impossible to be awarded a medal during WWI as a black man, sad but true.

As time went on another incident presented itself to uncle Jake. During times of war even fast friends can be killed. Uncle Jake’s friend was killed in front of him as they were on the march, he wanted to stop and grab his friend but he was required to keep moving. As he stepped over his friend the shock of seeing him laying there and having to step over him almost made his heart give out.

Uncle Jake was eventually given a medical discharge for his heart.

Uncle Jake's Transport Papers
Uncle Jake’s Transport Papers

They say that once he got home he recovered in no time at all and was back to being the HELLION that was loved by all.

He was no longer “Baby Jake” he was now called “Mr. Hard Time” because he sure knew how to give a person a hard time. THAT JAKE!!!

GRAINS OF SAND

Bostic, Grains of Sand

BOSTIC’S THERE ARE SO MANY OF US!!!!! I feel like we are as numerous as grains of sand!!!

Finally, I found Peter’s family!!! Still haven’t pinned down his death year, but definitely after 1910 but prior to 1920.

I feel like the personification of the words below:

I come as One, I stand as Ten Thousand ~ Maya Angelo

I feel like I am continually in a cat and mouse chase or on an emotional roller coaster; as all you Bostic’s know.

I am either “OVER THE MOON” or “I AM SOOOOOOO CRYING RIGHT NOW”.

Genealogy Research is a lesson in perseverance (you’re looking for someone and each day you go to bed with the words, I haven’t found you yet, but I’m closer I will find you). More than that, it’s a blessing!!

Through documents, pictures and stories told, you get to know these people. People that become a part of you.

The other night, I sat with my son Ryan as he read my blogs to his wife, my grand-kids and myself. Everyone coming away with a wow moment. Reading about your own family, it was cool!!!

Bostic
Bray, Sissy, Amy and I

EMOTIONS!!!

I always tell myself don’t post when you are feeling emotional, but the thing is, isn’t finding love and losing love emotional? Holding on, letting go or safely packing it away as a keepsake. This is every emotion I experience with Genealogy Research.

Every family member found is like that feeling you get when you meet that special someone. You know, the butterflies in the stomach, the rapid beating of your heart and the smile that seems to be permanently plastered on you face.

BOSTIC’S GIVE ME BUTTERFLIES!!

Bostic's Give Me Butterflies
Bostic’s Give Me Butterflies

Every death certificate is love loss. Not the love lost that when you sit back you say, “I’m so glad that’s over”. Not the kind of love lost that says, “wow, I can breathe again”.

It’s the love loss that says, “I would choose you every time, it was worth every moment, I would do this over and over again”. It’s the kind of love loss that you unfold every so often and place up to your nose, just to catch the scent of him, her or them.

Keepsakes -Loving Memories
Keepsakes -Loving Memories

I am totally in love with my BOSTIC FAMILY, I would choose you every time. You are worth every moment, I would do this over and over again.

On a lighter note, never ask a “Rock Star” to write a blog post for you!!!! Aunt Vicky Alfred, I want uncle Jake’s story by Sunday, or you are FIRED!!!! LOL!!!!!! The one person who I had no qualms about sharing in my blogging experience is out of control!!!!! That Ukulele Band Life!!!!

ROCK STAR LIFE
LIVE LIKE A ROCK STAR

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THE BOSTIC FAMILY CONNECTION

Oak Tree By the River - Bostic genealogy, family found

This week’s blog was supposed to be about Jake Bostic Jr, born January 9, 1895, in Marlboro County SC, died October 22, 1963. The son of Jacob Bostic Sr and Sophia McCullough-Bostic. We are going the scenic route to uncle Jake. Come back next to week to read about uncle Jake….

Jake Bostic Jr
Jake Bostic Jr

After all, I am “All Things Uncle Jake”.

This week I wanted to share my excitement over the latest Bostic Family Connection, as cousin Anthony Little Jr would refer to it.

I would imagine that if Anthony Little Jr, Sheila Williams and I started calculating the hours spent on Bostic family genealogy research in “2017” alone, we probably have a combined total of 4380 hours invested in “All Things Bostic”, give or take an hour, LOL!!

Not to mention our other family members who have helped us along the way. Offering family information, preparing for family reunions, fishing trips and much much more. To all of you, THANK YOU!!

We recently laughed about staying up way too late and having to work the next morning. You suffer through the day knowing you should have gone to bed much earlier the night before.

FOUR THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED EIGHTY HOURS is a lot of time spent researching, documenting and contacting people.

All those hours invested brought us to this moment in time!!!

It’s crazy to think that 4380 hours provided three people with “ONE” leaf, a leaf!!!

Ancestry Leaf
Ancestry Leaf

I was thinking about that “ONE “leaf and laughing to myself.

I thought, no one in the world would hire Leah, Sheila and Anthony to build them a house. LOL!!! But that is only if you look at it on the surface.

The reality of it is like an analogy I once heard, it goes like this. A man prayed for an Oak tree and God gave him an acorn. The man said, “God, I did not ask you for an acorn, I asked you for an Oak tree”. God said, “I gave you and Oak tree, the tree is in the acorn”.

Long story short, our ancestry leaf is so much more than a mere leaf, and yet, like a leaf it represents a family unit, something bigger than ourselves.

Our ancestry leaf was a hint or clue to let us know that there is so much more to this Bostic line than what we have found thus far.

The excitement of one Bostic connection after another is indescribable!!! I am in a constant state of being “OVER THE MOON” with excitement.

I tried to describe this feeling in a previous blog. It was about the first email that I received from “our” cousins Dot and Pat from Bennettsville SC. The subject line of their email read, Family Found.

Family Ancestry Search
Email Response to my Letter to the Editor

To this day, those two words, “Family Found”, are still the most beautiful words that I have ever read.

The email Sheila and I exchanged was equally exciting!!

Sheila and Leah's email
Sheila and Leah’s email
Then to add the icing on the cake, was to open my email and see one from Anthony.
Anthony's email
Anthony’s Email

Just when you think things can’t get any better, you get “THE CALL”.

There is nothing like a “BOSTIC” phone call.

I’ve attempted to describe a Bostic call in a previous blog entitled, yes, you guessed it!! “The Call”. A call between Pat, Dot, my mom (Marlene), Aunt Vicky and myself. Oh yes, “OVER THE MOON”. When you are talking to your blood it’s never like talking to a stranger, ask mom and Aunt Vicky!! LOL!!! Whether it’s the first call or the hundredth.

We come from an amazing family. Boston Sr & Fanny……their offspring, Dicey, Solomon, William, Scipio and Boston Jr.

BOSTIC FAMILY TREE
BOSTIC FAMILY TREE

Anthony, Sheila and I, and I would imagine all the rest of the Bostic’s reading this are connected from two of Boston Sr and Fanny’s sons, Solomon and Boston Jr.

One of Solomon’s sons was named Jacob Bostic and one of Boston Jr’s sons was Simon Bostic.

Half of us refer to ourselves as the descendants of Jacob Bostic Sr and his wife Sophia McCullough-Bostic; and the other half of us are the descendants of Simon Bostic and Sallie Brock-Bostic.

The references mentioned above as to who we are, are absolutely correct, but at the end of the day, we are “all

The house that Boston Sr and Fanny made.

Yes, from the outside looking in, Anthony, Sheila and I might look as if we spent thousands of hours and only managed to produce a leaf.

Family, I would advise you to take a step back and look up in order to see where the leaf came from.

Oak Tree - Our Roots Run Deep
Oak Tree – Our Roots Run Deep

We are the descendants of a mighty Oak tree.

We are Jeremiah 17 vs. 8:
They will be like a tree planted by the water the sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; it’s leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.

We are Bostic’s and in the words of Angela Williams, “Our Roots Run Deep”.

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THOMAS BOSTIC (pt-2) – THE KING MAKER

Bostic Coat of Arms, Family Found Genealogy

THOMAS BOSTIC – Watching By The Gate, by Vicky Alfred was the initial introduction to Thomas.

She explained:

  1. You would be hearing more about Thomas, and
  2. Next week’s regular blog series would introduce you to Thomas’ baby brother, Jake Bostic.

Today we will take care of item #1. More about Thomas Bostic.

Thomas Bostic had something stolen from him…….HIS HEART!!

Thomas Bostic the man who was known for having a “heart of gold”, gladly handed it over to the woman who had already stolen it, Bynella Townsend.

Thomas and Bynella Bostic, Family Found Genealogy
Thomas & Bynella Bostic, The King Maker

Thomas, age 20 and Bynella, age 18 married in 1907. They had their first child, David Bostic in 1908. Solomon Bostic followed shortly thereafter in 1910.

Yes!!! Thomas Bostic was the “King Maker”.

Thomas and Bynella referred to their sons as “King David” and “King Solomon”. What could be more fitting for the sons of Thomas Bostic?

I imagine that when you hear the names King David and King Solomon certain characteristics come to mind. Power, Passion, Zest for Life and of course WISDOM.

Thomas Bostic was a man that encompassed all those characteristics. He had the makings of a “King”, or better yet, TWO “Kings”.

Thomas Bostic had so much to give and he gave it all!!!

He was as smart as he was kind. If you needed the answer, Thomas was your guy.

Thomas was a hard worker and took pride in all his accomplishments. He was a farm laborer who became the land overseer during a time when a black man was looked upon as incapable of; or not intelligent enough to handle managerial responsibilities.

When it came to “Thomas” everyone knew differently. Everyone knew that Thomas was the right man for “ANY” job. You could place a book on top of Thomas’ head and the knowledge would be absorbed. (Thomas was one of those Bostic’s), they are in every generation of the Bostic family. If you are a Bostic in the Sophia and Jacob lineage, you know who that person is in your family line that has that extreme ability to learn everything effortlessly. We all have one.

Thomas showed both of his sons, “King David” and “King Solomon”, what it was to be a true leader. Not   just outside of the home, but within the home as well.

Thomas Bostic was a hard act to follow. He provided for his wife and children in such a way that most men would say, there was nothing more to do, he was doing it all.

Thomas was not most men.

Thomas never saw a job as complete, he viewed everything with a question of what’s next? Or, how do I make this better? Whatever the final answer was, is what Thomas did.

They say behind every good man is a good woman. In Thomas case he knew this to be true. The woman behind him and beside him was Bynella Townsend-Bostic.

They say that home is where the heart is, and Bynella was that “one” woman who had a heart that matched Thomas’ heart. Together they created a home that was a haven and a castle for all the people that they loved.

To attempt to count the number of Bostic’s and Townsend’s that were housed, fed, clothed and comforted by Thomas and Bynella would be a foolish undertaking at best. Just know that the list goes on and on.

One of Thomas’ nephews, Nathaniel Bostic, was known for the statement, “I was born a man, and I will die a man”. Nathaniel certainly accomplished this, and In retrospect, if Nathaniel was here today and thought back on his uncle Thomas, he would say that Thomas was the “O.G” when it came to being a man.

Thomas Bostic touched all our lives in ways we will never know; but one thing is for sure and I think that Nathaniel would agree, being a man when you are a Bostic is an inheritance because Bostic men walk in the footsteps of the “King Maker” and his brothers.

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***NEXT WEEK’S BLOG**** Jacob Bostic!!! Don’t miss it!!! Jacob Bostic…That Jake…….