|Birth: ||Mar. 14, 1899|
|Death: ||Feb. 26, 1983|
Wylie Woodson Mangrum was my granddaddy on my mothers side. He married Annie Belle Daubenspeck and they had four children, one of which, William Virgil Mangrum preceeded him in death by means of a car wreck in January of 1971. Also, daughter Lucille Mangrum Graves and Thelma Allene Mangrum Rose (my mother) have died since granddaddy died. Mother died September 21, 2005 of cancer, dementia, and complications from pneumonia. Wylie Alton Mangrum is the only remaining son and he lives in Nashville, Tennessee.
My name is Neal Rose and I live in Limestone county of northern Alabama. My father, James B. Rose, met my mother, Allene Mangrum, in Nashville, Tennessee during the first of World War II. Her parents Wylie and Annie Mangrum lived in Fairview, Tennessee. I was the youngest of four boys born to J.B. & Allene and I fondly remember going to Fairview to visit my grandparents. Before moving to a smaller and newer brick house later on they lived in an old farm house and had numerous farm animals, which was very exciting to me. Possibly even more interesting to me was the fact that they didn't have an indoor bathroom, just an old outhouse out back. This to me was an adventure. I remember my grandmother placing a bedpan under my bed at night in case I needed to do number one as she called it. My granddad made the mistake one day of making me a homemade slingshot out of the fork of a limb, rubber from an old tire intertube, and the leather tongue of an old shoe. I took it home and wore it out playing with it and the very next time I returned with my parents I pleaded with him until he made me another one. I wish now I had been able to keep one. Another memory I have as a young boy was eating the biggest and best tasting red tomato that he grew in their garden. I don't know if it was as great as I remember but I will always believe it was.
Granddaddy Mangrum was a tall man with a head full of hair that he kept combed straight back. He kept that full head of hair until the day he died, although fully gray by then. I never seen him wear anything but overalls and for most of my life he walked with a cane. He and my grandmother used the tobacco product known as snuff when I was young. This was a nasty habbit that seems to have been replaced by products like Skoal this day and age. My grandparents were very poor, thus my mother came from a very poor background. As I grew older I didn't get to visit my grandparents near as much and after they moved into the smaller brick house away from the older one it also didn't seem as interesting to visit. As they got older they were more homebound, not something very alluring to a teenage boy. After granddaddy died in 1983 my grandmother, with the aid of my father, moved into a mobile home behind my parents close to Athens, Alabama where my grandmother died in 1995 at the ripe old age of 91. Both of them are buried in the Old New Hope Pinkerton Cemetery between Fairview and Dixon, Tennessee.
Old New Hope Pinkerton Cemetery
Fairview (Williamson County)
Created by: Neal Rose
Record added: Sep 24, 2006
Find A Grave Memorial# 15876670