Saturday, April 4, 2009
The Scoundrel Uncle Who Wasn't
My "Uncle Uncle" story goes back to my great-uncle, Allen Reddish, formerly of Warsaw, NY, then Lincoln, NE, and finished his life in Seattle, WA. Allen and his brother both fought in the Civil War from NY state, and both made their way to Lancaster county, Nebraska in the very late 1860's.
The family lore goes that Allen forged a $500 check belonging to his brother Adelbert, of Lancaster county, NE. Adelbert was so angry, he told Allen to get out of town, and he did. That was it, short and sweet, and all the family knew. No one knew where Allen went or what had happened to him. But let's just say the respect for the guy was at an all time low, generation after generation, in Lancaster county anyway.
For some reason, I not only wondered about Allen, but felt sorry for him. What happened to the man who had a big farm, then a long-running successful blacksmith shop, his comings and goings documented in the newspaper? How could such an upstanding citizen go so wrong?
I was able to track Allen's final days in Seattle, Washington. I found that around 1913/14, Allen and his wife had moved to Seattle. On a WA Veterans Home application they listed themselves as living in the state since 1911, they fudged, they were in Lincoln, NE in 1912. They were trying to get into the Veteran's Home, and one of the requirements was to be a resident of the state a certain number of years. I read through their application, they were pretty desperate to get into the Veterans Home in Retsil, WA immediately. Old age, poor health, living in one room with $100 worth of property was all they had left. And in great haste, the home accepted them. The thing is, they didn't go. I am uncertain as to what was happened at this time. It's possible that Allen was too sick to move. It would have required a ferry ride across Puget Sound, or a very long road trip. He died two years after that application, in Seattle, but was buried clear out in Retsil, at the Veterans' Home cemetery. I was told at the archives that it's unusual that he was buried there, since you have to be a resident of the home. The records show that he definitely did not live in the home. His wife did, a few years after his death. Another letter of urgency that she move in, and this time she did. They are buried together.
Once I knew where he was buried, my husband, son and I took a day trip out to Retsil. The cemetery was larger than I had expected, and covered with the old white Civil War stones. It was also closed. But we climbed the fence, after all, we had traveled by ferry, then a distance in the car to find this place! We fanned out, and finally found Allen's tombstone. While the majority of stones were the old white rounded CW stones, his appeared to be fairly modern, a pinkish colored granite. I've not yet solved the mystery as to why his stone was so different from the others. But seeing it there, and learning how hard his life was in the end, it made me more determined to learn the truth about the scandalous forgery.
I learned that after leaving Nebraska, things didn't go so well for Allen. He seemed to have very little for a man who at one time had so much. My belief is that he was drained, financially, by his son who was in constant trouble with the law while they were still living in Nebraska. This son had been in jail in neighboring Colorado for conning women out of money. He'd either sell them stolen goods, or create some sort of bogus business where they had to pay him a fee in order to work in his office. And he was accused of forgery in Nebraska, along with womanizing. The Lincoln newspapers were filled with stories of Allen, fleeing from debt, abandoning his own business, asking his father for financial help, the father refusing, but one wonders if in the end he did help his son William.
Allen Reddish, and his wife Emily Lighthall, had at least three children. One daughter died young, around 16 years of age. His son Edgar had seven children, was a very good business man who owned a coal company, and apparently from news articles, was quite respected in Lincoln. He died in 1908 at the age of 41, leaving his widow to raise seven young children, Allen's grandchildren. I imagine Allen, along with the maternal grandfather, gave financial assistance to his son's widow and grandchildren.
This left one son, the troubled William B. After jail in Colorado, then legal problems in Nebraska, William B. hightailed it for Washington state, leaving behind an ex-wife whom he had clearly cheated on, and an infant daughter. With Allen and Emily growing older, no doubt they headed to Seattle to live with their last surviving child. By this time, Edgar's widow and grandchildren were either still in Lincoln or had removed to Denver, Colorado. One of Allen's grandchildren, Edgar's son, Chauncey Reddish, appears in a number of newspaper articles, and of course, the one that caught my eye is where he was in court in 1923 for forging the check in the amount of $600 of his uncle Adelbert Reddish. By this time, Allen is no longer living. Chauncey had been visiting from Denver, where his widowed mother had moved with all her children. By now, Chauncey had a wife and an 18 month old child, and the court was lenient in his sentencing. Chauncey went on to fight in WWI, is on the WWI Honor Roll of Lancaster County, NE, and is buried at Los Angeles National Cemetery. Most, if not all, of Allen's grandchildren (son Edgar's children), ended up and are buried in California.
It appears that Allen's son William was a successful man in Seattle, and Allen's grandson, Chauncey, both seem to have turned their lives around. But I've never found any evidence that Allen forged his brother's signature on a check, this being the reason HE was "kicked out" of the state of Nebraska. I believe I have cleared his name, but to make absolutely certain, the next time I'm in Lincoln I will attempt to scan through court documents regarding Allen Reddish.
Family lore is a wonderful thing, and brings us many colorful stories that have been handed down generation to generation. Just use those stories as a starting point. Don't assume them as fact. Eventually, as I did, you'll learn that there is nearly always some element of truth in these stories, but details got confused or lost with the retelling over time.