Memory Lane: William Wesley Jobe and Eliza Matilda 'Tilda' Childress Descendants


A PERSONAL STROLL THROUGH THE PAST

William Wesley Jobe - Eliza Matilda 'Tilda' Childress

And Their Descendatns

Reminiscing Through Old Writings
(Actually written by Jobe Descendants)

Last modified 19 Jul 2008

Many of our family have left us a legacy of personal writings (Bible entries, diaries, letters, memoirs), which help us to visualize their daily lifes. We have attempted to collect as many of these letters as possible. By strolling downward, you may slowly linger over each one or quickly jump to a particuliar group - click on category below. Have a letter to post, please e-mail Freida Wells or myself, Ann Brown.

(In memory of our Jobe ancestors whose writings appear here.)


Writings

  1. Tidbits by Stan 'Max' Jobe

    1. William Wesley Jobe - Civil War
    2. Uncle Gabe Jobe
    3. Childhood in Alcorn Co., MS

  2. Tidbits by Brent Jobe

  3. Tidbits by Charles Alfred 'Charlie' Jobe


Tidbits by Stan Jobe

Stan 'Max' Jobe
Son of Edward Stanley Jobe
grandson of Edward Payne Jobe and Mary Virginia 'Virgie' Cobb
great grandson of William Wesley Jobe and Eliza Matilda Childress


William Wesley Jobe - Civil War

My great grand father W. W. Jobe was captured at Jumpersville along with others. He was not in uniform and was placed on a Union boat to be taken to Ohio and placed in prison. The officer who arrested him held a pistol to his head and told him that if he had any idea that he was W. W. Jobe, he would blow his head off instead of being placed in prison. That night W. W. jumped over board and swam the river ( I believe that it was the Tennessee River) and returned to Jobetown. W. W. Jobe was not uniformed - I guess that he was very similar to an undercover agent. He was also kinda of like Robin Hood - he would rob from the rich(Union soldiers) and give the weapons to the Confederates and distribute the food and other stuff to civilians who were in need. The Union forces would steal the live stock and pantry foods from civilians leaving them with nothing. My Dad said that there was a special clump of woods on the old John F. Jobe place where W. W. Jobe would hide cattle, hogs and chicken so that the Union soldiers would not steal them.

Stan


Uncle Gabe Jobe

Gabe and Letha divorced and both remarried. This is part of a letter from a cousin Charlie Jobe .... "Uncle Gabe used to build rabbit boxes and trap rabbits. He would take them to a black man named Ferguson in Corinth sell them to him for a quarter each for the man to put them in his hot tamales that he was famous for or to Lem Wright who made a real good stew and sold it along with biscuits and chicken to the train passengers." Moved to Arkansas.

This is from an e-mail sent to me by cousin Charlie Jobe, August 18, 2002.

Hi Max,
Gabe married several times and the last wife was Lucy from Arkansas who had a daughter named Johnny Burks and Gabe and Lucy had two children named Gabriel Delores and Ann. Ann died with anorexia in her early twenties. They had moved back to Arkansas when the two girls were still in there early teens. Johnny and I went to school together at Kossuth. Please tell me who asked about him and what did they say? Gabe became a Baptist preacher and I used to go hear him preach in a brush arbor in the grove by Jobe lake accross the road from his house.He was a very interesting speaker. His grown sons were Leslie and Hoyt and one other that I can't remember his name.

Love,
Charlie

My dad, Edward Stanley Jobe said that Gabe came around one day feeling real bad and laid out on the front porch in order to try to feel better. He laid there all day and slept there that night and when he awoke, he still did not feel any better and so he started telling every one that he was dying. No one believed him because he had been known to talk like that in the past. Well into the second day, one of the kids passed by and smelled a bad odor - the smell of death. When the kid told everyone that grandpa smelled bad, adults went over and smelled of him and sure enough, he did smell like death. It was at this point that the adults started listening to Uncle Gabe. All the kin were summoned to be at Gabe's side in his final hours. The little one's were standing close to him rubbing his bald head. Some one, while holding his hat, noticed the smell of death even stronger and it was then that the origin of the smell of death was discovered. In Gabe's hat band were dead and rotting minnows which he had stuck in the hat band while he was fishing several days earlier. The rotten minnows were removed, the smell of death subsided and Gabe had a miraculous and speedy recovery in just a few minutes.

Stan

This one of my favorite recollections. I will mail more as I can remember them,


Childhood in Alcorn Co., MS

Ann,

As far as I know, Jobe's Crossing was named after John F. Jobe. He first of all did the survey work from Memphis to south of Biggersville, built a store and post facility there at Jobe's Crossing. There were still some foundation pieces there about 20 years ago. Jobetown was where all of my relatives lived. It was also established by John. Many times I walked down to the very little store there and bought 10 cents worth of coal oil and a small block of ice for the ice box. They would barter for "stuff" if you didn't have the money such as chickens and eggs mostly. It was right across from Jobe pond where Papa and I would drive the horses into the pond and fill the rain barrels with water so that Granny could do the weekly wash. Papa owned half of the pond. In the other direction was Charlie's parents place. Across from there lived Tech and Dan. Right on down the road a little ways was the artesian well that was produced when they made the road - about the turn of the century. The artesian well is not flowing now - darn it. The water was ice cold and tasted so sweet. Just a few more yards from the well was the river where Dad and I would go to shoot turtles and where my Dad and his brothers used to grabble. Grabble is fishing for cat fish in the holes in the bank with your bare hands. On John F. old place was the Black Hill Pond area where Dad and I spent not enough time collecting Indian arrow heads. John F. gave the grave yard for the black people in the community. Behind my grand father's place was W. W. Jobe's old place and behind it was the Wheeler Cemetery. There is a nice looking Baptist Church besides the grave yard.

Stan


Tidbits by Brent Jobe

Grandson of Hoyt Daniel Jobe and Katie Mae Skinner
Great Grandson of Gabriel 'Gabe' Burton Jobe and Letha Mae (McDaniel) McDonald
Great Great grandson of William Wesley Jobe and Eliza Matilda Childress


William Wesley Jobe

"My grandmother frequently referred to "Ole Man Wes Jobe." She claimed he could mount his horse at sundown, and change the results of an election by morning. He was crippled by arthritis at the time during which she (Grandmother Jobe) knew him."


Tidbits by Charles Alfred 'Charlie' Jobe (1928-2008)

Son of Berry Nathan 'B. N.' 'Dan' Jobe and Georgia Mabel Barnett
GGrandson of John T. Wesley Jobe and Ada Elizabeth Johnston
Great grandson of Joseph G. Johnston and Mary Elizabeth Jobe
Great grandson of William Wesley 'Wes' Jobe and Eliza Matilda Childress


Letter dated July 6, 1999M
Charlie talks about Jobe History

Most of the Jobes were Methodists. I have been twice. My grandpa John Wesley belonged to Salem Christian Church near Shady Grove. It is on the road to the original Jobetown on the Southern Railroad that used to be the Memphis to Charleston. That was where Granpa John (Sorrell) had his store and freight office and depot. Remember Sorrell did the survey from Memphis to Huntsville Alabama."

My Uncle Philmore Falls wife was Nettie Mae Beasley and their two children are Billy Bruce Jobe and Clarene Jobe Bowie. My sister is Martha Mae Jobe Fair. Grandmaw Ada's sister was Jennie wife of Frank Johnson and they had Nannie Mae Ross, Sue Ragan, Code Johnson, Noel Johnson, Lois Glisson and one daughter in Tn - Jo Ada Nunnery. Think she was named for mamaw


Letter dated November 15, 2003
Charlies Talks about his Early Life and Teaching Career

Hi,
I taught teletype operation when I was in the air force in Wyoming and when I got out I went back to college and ended up with a BS and a teachers cert. My degree was Business Educ.. Was mgr of a Wahlgreen agency drug store was the way I put myself through college. We moved back to Corinth soon after I graduated and I didn't have a job. I went to Marietta Georgia for a weekend to take mother to see her sister. While there I applied for a job at Sprayberry High School and 2 hours later I had it. This was Friday and I had to start to work Monday. I was teaching 154 seniors social studies and International Relations. Managed to teach the first week with the clothes I had with me. Mother and I went back to Corinth and I rented a trailor to bring our clothes and necessary items and Betty and Jindra back to Marietta with me. I had rented us an apt not far from the school near the Lockheed plant. Had a good year until the last of Nov and Daddy died. It was so near Thanksgiving that we went to Corinth and returned to Georgia after the holiday. Had already found me a job for the coming summer driving a Greyhound charter bus and was looking forward to that but Mother lived in Jobetown and was helpless. She didn't drive had never written a check and knew nothing about buiying groceries.We just had to work my contract out and move back to Mississippi.

I couldn't get a teaching job around Corinth because I was on the wrong side of the political fence.Went to Jackson Tn Betty's old home town and asked for a job in Madison county. The supt Mr Walker gave me a job and a bundle of keys and told me that I was the new principal of Pope Elementary School a county school about 16 miles from Jackson. It had about 500 students grades 1 thru 8 and for me to bring my family and move into the community. I asked Mr Walker what a principal did and he told me run the school and if I had problems ask the teachers. I spent 4 years there and was transferred to another school with intergration came upon us. Spent two more years until I was invitated to return to Corinth to Alcorn county and become principal and Title I coor. for the system and also work as a night teacher in adult basic education. The night program was admin. by the local college Northeast and that was my beginning of many years of work In ABE which was a federal program. I after two years went to Northeast as the admin of the program and spent 8 years until the Supt in Alcorn county prevailed on me to return to Alcorn and become a principal in another one of the county schools and to bring the ABE program for Alcorn county with me. He could do that because he was one of the board members at Northeast. I spent 7 years at Union Center a 1-8 school and remained in charge of the ABE program for seven years until the President of Northeast asked me to return to Northeast to take over the 5 county program I did that because my supt was in favor and spent my remaining years at Northeast before retiring with a total of 31 years in the retirement system. My teaching years plus my years at Northeast and they even counted 3 years for the military and was covered by a grandfather clause of three years while I drove a school bus while I was in high school.

During those years I earned a masters degre from University of Memphis and accumulated 55 grad hours from Mississippi State and another 50 grad hours from Ole Miss and built up my certification.

I also attended Florida State one summer and Truman University in Missour another summer and added a few more hours from Mississippi College down here in Jackson. I ended up with 10 years in college and did the terminal program in adult education all the course work but my president at northeast told me that I didn't need a doctorate to do my job that he didn't have one and he was the college president and he wasn't going to pay for me anymore education so I left the career not able to cure anyone. Now you know.


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