[Note: For those who may have tuned in late, here’s a primer on Who’s Who in Sara’s memoirs. “Mama” is Jessie West Evans, the mother of Sara, Tiny and Mamie (and later, Son and Tricia). “Big” is Olive West Stott, Jessie’s older sister and Sara’s aunt; her husband was “Uncle Roy,” Roy Stott. “T.C.” is T.C. West, Jessie’s brother, who died before Sara was born. “Bama” is Thedorene Chavis West, Jessie’s mother and Sara’s grandmother. “Bigma” is Margaret Sproles Chavis Alexander, Jessie’s grandmother and Sara’s great-grandmother. I hope that’s helpful. The rest of the characters in this blog are as much a mystery to me as they probably are to you. Good luck.]
“One time Bigma’s sister Pan and Bigma went with us [to Holmes County]. When we got to the old home place Mama would show us where she and T.C. played under a tree, and she told about the one room school house where they went each day. At one time the teacher lived with them. They would walk some distance to the school and take a lunch with them. She always remembered the sausage biscuits.
“Bigma’s sister, whom they called Sissy, did not live far from them in a log house. Mama loved Sissy and once wrote under a picture of her, ‘our beloved Sissie, Miss Sarah Jane Sproles, older sister of Bigma. Was never known to do or say anything unkind. Her life was dedicated to caring for her parents and younger sisters and brothers, their children and grandchildren, and she was adored by all. She saw her only three brothers march away to war, two to be killed and one returned in broken health to not live long. She was never heard to complain and was a true Christian. Lived with Bigma until death with heart attack in Durant about 1906, aged 72. Buried at Macedonia.’
“Bigma, Margaret Ann Sproles Chavis Alexander, was born October 5, 1845 in Holmes County. Bigma was thin and would never have won any beauty contests. The lines in her face probably portrayed the hardships she had faced in her life. Her family had come from South Carolina to Mississippi in an ox drawn covered wagon before the Civil War and before she was born. One of the children, three-year-old Ann, died along the way and was buried somewhere along the road between Mississippi and South Carolina.
“Bigma had five other sisters and three brothers, two of whom were killed in the Civil War. She married Harmon Chavis, who died when their daughter (Thedorene, or Bama) was only thirteen months old. Later she married Henry Alexander, who died of tuberculosis in 1887. They had one son, Henry Ward Alexander (‘Bud’); he lived in Grenada, and I only remember seeing him on a few occasions. He and Bama were never very close.
“Bigma was funny, and you never knew what she was going to say because she said just whatever came into her mind. She dipped snuff, as did a lot of old ladies back then, and this greatly embarrassed Bama.
“Mama always told us that she (Mama) was reading when she was four and that she could spell everyone else down later on in school in Durant. We would tease her because when any of us did well in school or any of her grandchildren, she would remind us where those good minds came from. Though they did not have very much while growing up, Mama was very nostalgic about her life as a child and would often say, ‘I would like to be a little girl in the country again.’ I did not understand this until many years later when I realized that part of her desire was to go back to simpler times, with fewer responsibilities and worries, and maybe we all have a little of that in us when we remember those happy carefree days.”
If you live long enough, life always circles around to where you began, at least in your mind. Sara wondered at her mother wishing for a simple life again as a child in rural Holmes County. That meant, of course, crude housing, outhouses, limited cultural experiences, one-room schools and all of what we would consider extreme deprivations. But those very things meant serenity and simplicity to Jessie. For Sara, as she aged, the Strong Avenue bungalow and the Stott house on East Washington were her equivalents: Tangible reminders of a time when there were no insurmountable problems and life was sweet and safe and full of adventures and potential. I’m grateful that neither of those houses were torn down or even seriously neglected in her lifetime, because they held so many wonderful memories. We should all be so lucky.
I am descended from Harmon Chavis’ brother, Warren M. Hoffman/Huffman. Harmon was a Hoffman in the 1850 Louisiana Census. Harmon and his siblings may have been adopted by a Joseph Chavis (except for Warren). Can’t take the Hoffmans/Huffmans any further back than 1850. Harmon served briefly in a LA CSA cavalry unit. Do you have a picture of Harmon? One supposedly exists, but I haven’t been able to find it. Thanks! — Jim Huffman, Picayune, MS
Jim, thanks for adding a bit more on Harmon Chavis. We do have a photo somewhere in one of our albums and will post it when it turns up. He seems to be elusive!
Elusive is an understatement, Daughter! “Harmond Chovis” served as a private in Co. C, Miles Legion LA Cavalry in 1862. He possibly served in other units, but, given the fact that his name was almost certainly spelled phonetically, the records are hard to follow. I look forward with unimagined excitement to any photo of Harmon, as I suspect that it will possibly be one of him in CSA uniform. Thanks! — Jim Huffman, GG-grand-nephew of Harmond (Hoffman) Chavis/Chovis
Not to rush you, as I know you’re busy (like me!), but I’m going to possibly the last family reunion of our branch of Bigma’s family (Huffman) at Mobile, AL, on April 6th, on the 90th birthday of my oldest Huffman relative, who is is bad health. I’m taking my 85 year-old Dad. There will be a number of Huffmans (and others) present who are descended from Harmon Chavis’ (Harmon Huffman’s) parents. None of them have every seen a picture of any of our Warren Huffman’s siblings. I have the pictures of Bigma from your website, but I would truly love to be able to show these other Huffman/Chavis descendants that picture of Harmon. So, if you get the chance, please send it to me at email@example.com. Many thanks, and I completely understand if you are unable to comply with this request due to your own time restraints, commitments, etc. Twenty-four hours in one day just aren’t enough sometimes! — Jim Huffman, Picayune, MS
Sorry for the delay; I just got the photo from my aunt today and will try to scan it into my computer before this weekend. Just got a new computer so I’ve got to make it mesh with my scanner, give me a day or two to work that out. Thanks for your patience!
SECO: Bless you!