Sepia Saturday challenges bloggers to share family
history through old photographs.
This week’s Sepia Saturday prompt features a pretty snappy
bar well-stocked with spirits, seltzer bottles, and a variety of cocktail
glasses. It looks like the kind of place where many of my family - both living
and dead - would have spent a pleasant hour or four.
You might say that my family has had a long love affair
with alcohol, both legal and illegal. According to family legend, my father’s
maternal grandfather John Fleming Walsh was a descendant of the Walsh family
that produced some brand of Irish whiskey. However, I cannot find any
connection. During the Civil War my great-great grandfather James Franklin Jollett produced spirits and paid taxes on it. At the tail end of Prohibition,
my paternal grandfather Fred and his younger brother Lester got themselves into
trouble over it.
Yes, trouble. BIG trouble.
Lester was arrested for bootlegging in 1929, but in 1930
he was cleared after claiming to have been just an innocent passenger in the
car when arresting officers raided the still near Blackwater Swamp in Southampton
County. But how innocent could he have been? Lester bore a purple scar on his
face, the unfortunate result of an encounter with an exploding still.
Brothers Busted!
Lester might have gotten by with it once, but in 1936 he
was not so lucky. He and big brother Fred were among the 23 arrested for
bootlegging. It was front page news. Headlines and lead paragraphs were
peppered with descriptions of the “rum ring” and “bootleg syndicate” as well as
claims of a “liquor conspiracy.”
The indictment charged the 23 with operating distilleries
in North Carolina, possession and transportation of liquor to Virginia going
back at least to 1933.
Of the 23, only 12 including Fred and Lester went to
trial. Six were not apprehended. One pleaded “nolo contendere” (accepting
conviction but not pleading guilty). Four pleaded guilty and turned State’s
evidence.
Witnesses Paint an Ugly Picture
One of the key witnesses for the Government was Preston
Sawyer. He told the jury that his partners included Fred Slade, Lester Slade, Lloyd
Sundiez, and Millard Warren. In describing this “syndicate,” Sawyer said that
they had formed the group to prevent price-cutting in the bootleg business. They
were headquartered in several places in Portsmouth including a gasoline station
and a couple houses.
from Virginian Pilot 9 Jun 1936 Newspapers.com |
Several witnesses confirmed that the liquor was bought at
$5-$7 per 5-gallon jug and then sold at $9. An occasional retail sale sometimes
brought in a higher amount.
Another important witness was George Roundtree who was
then serving time in the Atlanta penitentiary for bootlegging. He testified
that he had to quit the business because the “Portsmouth syndicate” (aka Fred,
Lester, and Millard Warren) had threatened to put him in jail unless he
purchased from them.
from Virginian Pilot 10 Jun 1936 Newspapers.com |
Good grief, Granddaddy!
Case Goes to the Jury
The judge set 4 of the 12 free. The jury was left to decide
the fate of the remaining 8, including Fred and Lester. On June 13, 1936, the
headline read “Jury Hangs.” The judge
ordered a mistrial with instructions to try the case again. If the case
actually went to trial, it must have been ho-hum news because there is no
follow-up in newspapers available online.
HOWEVER, a week later my granddaddy and his “partner in
crime” Millard Warren were sentenced to 18 months in the Atlanta federal prison
for violation of the internal revenue laws on untaxed liquor. Alumni of the
Atlanta penitentiary include Al Capone and other Mafia figures, fraudsters
Carlo Ponzi and Frank Abagnale (portrayed by Leonardo DiCaprio in the movie
Catch Me If You Can), and actor Woody Harrelson’s father who murdered a federal
judge. Yep, Granddaddy was in fine company.
Does He Look Like a Criminal to You?
I have tried to make sense of all this, this other side
of the sweet man I called Granddaddy. The man I knew was a generous and kind
gentleman. He was always in a good mood, ever cheerful and positive. He carted
my granny and her sisters to the grocery store without complaint. Part of me
looks at the times - the Depression. It is easy to blame the economic struggles
he must have faced, but really, that is no excuse. I just have to accept that
sometimes good people do bad things.
It’s Sepia Saturday! Cheers!
Wendy
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Can you imagine how many men were bootlegging at that time? Probably most! My great-grandaddy on my mom's side was caught and spent some time in jail.
ReplyDeleteAnd we turned out just fine, didn't we! Yes, you're probably right that lots of men were involved in bootlegging. The return must have been worth the risk.
DeleteNo, he doesn't look like a criminal, but like the sweet grandfather you remember. Sometimes our people are contradictions and difficult to make sense of. Maybe the time spent in prison was a bottom he didn't want to hit again. Thanks for sharing his story.
ReplyDeleteYes, that's a thought - maybe he was scared straight!
DeleteSometimes it's hard to learn the back stories of our ancestors. But glad he seemed to have turned his life around.
ReplyDeleteI agree with your last statement. Sometimes good people do bad things. Wonder as he aged did he regret what he did?
ReplyDeletebetty
"Does he look like a criminal to you?" No, not in those pictures. But what does a criminal actually look like? :) Too bad he got mixed up in all that, but the times were rough and some good folks turned to what they thought they had to in order to survive and provide for their families.
ReplyDeleteWe can only assume that his time inside gave him the opportunity to reflect. The main thing is that your memories of him are good ones.
ReplyDeleteI think the main purpose of prison is to give a person time to think and reconsider their mistakes. You may yet discover more to Fred's story.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a story. I'm sure it was the Depression that led your grandfather and others to pursue this source of income, particularly if there was a family to support. When I asked her long ago, my grandmother admitted drinking "bathtub gin" during that time in Gloversville, NY -- so home distilling appears to have been alive and well all over. Meanwhile, I would love to do the family tree of Frankie SheHorse, who answered the phone -- there must be an interesting story behind that surname.
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