Lona and Algia Lindsay, my grandparents of the Goshen community, farmed and raised eight children . The children were Newton, born 1895; Oliver, born 1898; Lutrell, born 1900; Sallie, born 1901; Martin, born, 1905; Algia ( uddy),born 1908; Jimmy, born 1912; and Elbert, born 1916.
All seven boys loved their only sister, Sallie. Aunt Sallie married Henry Baggett of Newton Grove and moved to Roanoke Rapids. The cotton mills offered them a better opportunity than the cotton fields of Sampson County.
The Lindsay reunion was always held the Sunday of the fourth of July weekend, when Aunt Sally and Uncle Henry had a weeks vacation from the cotton mill. Later in life one of Aunt Sallie’s brothers would drive to Roanoke Rapids to bring her to the reunion; another brother would take her back home, if her son was unable to. Her son Silas was the first of the many cousins to go to college. He received an athletic scholarship to play football at East Carolina College. The redhead played well, receiving a nice writeup in the sports section of the Atlanta Journal Constitution years later when East Carolina was playing a bowl game in Atlanta.
After Aunt Sallie’s retirement from the cotton mill, and a request from cousin Ronald Lindsay, president of the Lindsay Clan Association of America, the Lindsay reunion gathering was changed from the 4th of July wee end to the 4th Sunday in July. The annual meeting of the Scottish Clans at Grandfather’s Mountain and our annual Lindsay reunion in Goshen conflicted. A vote was taken at the reunion to enable Ronald and others to attend both events. Each event continues to be a successful and happy gathering of Lindsay families from all states. Ron, Uncle Lutrell and Aunt Margie’s son, from Mount Olive and now living in San Jose, Calif. served eight years as president of the Lindsay Scottish Clan. ” Endure with Strength” our Lindsay Scottish motto is very meaningful to all of us. The two rising swans in the ” Crest” of our Coat of Arms help give us the needed strength to move upward, forward and onward.
Algia and Lona, parent s of a loving, singing, and spiritual family, did not heap praises on their children. They were more like the North Carolina motto, ” To be rather than seem.” They were a family that worked hard, living and respecting the land, farming , without growing tobacco, concentrating on food crops and cotton. To this day tobacco has never been grown on the Algia Arcastus (A.A.) Lindsay farm. He loved chewing tobacco, as many baseball players do, but grandma Lona would not let him keep it in the house. He kept it in the barn, by the case, under the hay. He chewed in the kitchen by the stove only in the winter. His white mustache was always brown around the corners of his mouth. He also loved eating his ice cream in winter sitting around the stove with his coat on.
Grandma ( Lona Weeks Lindsay)and her sister (Estelle Weeks Sinclair) were responsible for getting Goshen Pentecostal Holiness Church started in 1900. They believed tobacco was the “devi’ls weed.” It may have been the devil’s weed for them, but grandpa loved his” Apple “chewing tobacco. Grandma was the openly, more spiritual of the two. I remember her as always being ” sickly.” One Wednesday evening my father took me to a Goshen Pentecostal Church prayer service. The omens,praising singing ,and shouting somewhat frightened me. She was moving and shouting like a cheerleader. I said to daddy, “I thought grandma was sickly?” He said “not at Wednesday night prayer meetings!” Daddy never joined the Goshen Pentacostal Church. He attended, and later joined the Goshen Methodist Church.
Other interesting stories on grandpa. He was well known for keeping a field of crops clear of grass. Some people have told me he would sometime sit in a field under a tree with a long hoe, and chop unwanted grass as they showed their ugly heads. Thiswas after he grew tired of going up and down the rows chopping , removing weeds, and grass from the rows of crops.
My cousin Franklin Lindsay, of Clinton, remembers well riding with grandpa taking peppers to market in Faison. He would take out the back seat of the Model A Ford and fill it with baskets of green peppers, and sometimes cucumbers or beans.
Franklin has a replica of the same car in his garage. He calls it a Model T. Either way, he keeps it running well. No, he does not haul food crops to market. He might take you for a ride , and you may eat ice cream, or a Moon Pie ,and a R.C. Cola. A Pepsi Cola with salted peanuts poured into the bottle would really top off an enjoyable ride, too. Don’t think he would let you drive it, though, but who knows?
My grandfather was a tenor in the Goshen Pentecostal Holiness Church choir. Mack Daughtry, now in his 90s and of the Goshen community, remembers rocking on his front porch on Wednesday evenings when the choir was singing ,and hearing my grandpa’s strong tenor voice. Mack states, “his voice was so strong and melodic it carried across the field a quarter mile.” We know the windows were wide open, without air condition.
The evening my grandfather died in 1947, my sophomore year at Halls School, dad and I visited him. The last words I remember him saying were ” I want some possum pie.” Never heard of that pie before, or since. He died during the night. I often wondered what that had to do with his death. An o’possum will pretend dead when in danger. His death was a great loss to the family. Grandma went to live with her oldest son, Newton, and his family. Her two-room home was attached to Uncle Newton’s home nearby, the home in which I was born in 1931.
Today the home has been demolished and rebuilt and home to a lovely Latino family. The wife is a nurse at the Johnston County Health Department in Smithfield; the husband works in Dunn. The three children are in school at Hobbton. I return to the Goshen community as often as I can. It is and always will be “my home sweet home.”