CHRISTmas In France

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My Dad’s Mancill ancestors were from France. The Wilson family was from Ireland.

I miss you so much Dad, especially at the holidays. I am so grateful to have had you for my dad and in my life for thirty five years. And…thank you for being so good to my mother! You were not my biological father, but you never treated me like I was not. You made me feel special. We would have nothing without you in our life’s. You were a blessing from God to me, when we needed you most.

Remember Jesus is the reason for the season.

Sgt Louis Clifford “Cliff” Mancill
 
Birth: Nov. 2, 1924
Pensacola
Escambia County
Florida, USA
Death: Dec. 20, 2002
Houston
Harris County
Texas, USA

Grew up in Robertsdale & Mobile, Alabama. Grandson of John Travis Wilson & Annie (Flowers) Wilson; and Edmond & Rosetta (Dillard) Mancill of Alabama. One of eight (8) living children. Son of Elliott Devocious Mancill & Cora Lee (Wilson) Mancill of Alabama.Served as a Pvt. in World War II, in France in the U.S. Army, and was promoted to Sgt. when he served in U.S. Army in Korea.
Served as a infantryman and cook in the Army near the front lines in France. He risked his life to feed our troups.

Married to Myrtle Marie Elder in 1948 in Mobile, Alabama.

Children: Carl and Robert Mancill, in Alabama.

Moved to Houston, Texas in the 1950’s.

Married to Mildred Marie Bartlett in 1955 in Houston, Texas.

Children: Michiael Wayne Mancill, in Houston, Harris County, Texas. Resided in Jacinto City, TX. Divorced in 1968.

Married to my Mother, Jean Marie (Linderman) Frederick on December 5, 1968 at Harmony Wedding Chapel, I45-S in Houston, Texas. Jean survived Louis.

No children by “birth”, but six children by way of “heart”. He always called me his Daughter, and I felt loved by him. I babysat for his son, Michiael, in 1967, on Cheston Dr., Jacinto City, Texas. I was only 12 years of age. Mike and me are brother & sister in God’s eyes anyway. Mike and his Dad loved to play the guitar together. Lou never favored any of the children over the others. He loved all “God’s children” equally.

“Alabama Lou” is what his friends at Shakey’s Pizza Parlor, in Pasadena, Texas called him. Lou played music with Paul Buskirk, Paul’s daughter, and Johnny Day in 1970’s.

Anyone who ever met him knew that he loved his family and was a proud U.S. Army Veteran of World War II and Korea. Louis played the guitar and sang for his buddies.

In 1980, me, my Mother and Dad, were blessed to be able to visit England and France. My Dad revisited some of the places that he was stationed at in France. He never was able to talk about the horror of it all, because he said that it hurt too much.

He was a faithful, lifelong Church of Christ member.

He had a brother, Glenn & Marie (Black) Mancill, who survived him, they live in Friendswood, Texas. Since, Louis and Glenn both resided in Houston, Texas and worked at the Southern Pacific Railroad together; they were able to spend a lot of time fishing and hunting together. They even bought homes two houses down from each other on Cheston Drive in Jacinto City, Texas. “Lou” even had a Harley Davidson motorcycle in 1947.

Louis also had two brothers, John Elliott and Gerald Mancill, who resided in Alabama that survived him.

His parents, brother Floyd, and a sister, Emma Laura (Mancill) Matuk, preceded him in death.

Emma resided in California, and had two adopted children. I never knew their names.

“Cliff” is what they called him at work. He worked for the Lee Thompson, Co. for many years. He did air conditioning and heating repair. But…my Dad could fix anything! He loved working with his hands.

We still have a beautiful home in Houston, Texas, that his two hands helped us to rebuild after it flooded in July 2001, we had 3-1/2 feet of water from Tropical Storm Allison devastate our home.

“Lou” as we called him, and my Mother, Jean Marie Linderman)Frederick Mancill, built us a home up on the lake at Sam Houston Lake Estates near Cleveland, Texas in 1969. Jean’s cousin, Roy Leonard Nelson Jr. helped to build the house, and of course, we children helped a lot too.

In our day, children were not allowed to be lazy, and were taught to help out each other. We did not have to be paid to help out. It still stands today.

He told me that he wired his parents home in Robertsdale, Alabama, so that they could have their first home with electricity back in the 1940’s. He told me that he asked the hardware man how to hook up electricity for his parents, and he told him how to do it and went home and hooked it up. His Mother cried when she saw that he had given her electricity.

I could go on and on about all the things this man did while on this earth, but there isn’t enough time. I’ll just say that he was an Christian, honest, faithful, hardworking, responsible, patriotic, and good man, who is dearly missed.

Family links:
Parents:
Elliott Devocious Mancill (1889 – 1988)
Cora Lee Wilson Mancill (1893 – 1971)

Spouses:
Myrtle Edler Mancill (1917 – 1996)
Mildred Marie Bartley Thomas (1928 – 2000)

Jean Marie Linderman Mancill (1927 – 2012)

 
Burial:
Houston National Cemetery
Houston
Harris County
Texas, USA
 
Created by: TEXAS TUDORS
Record added: Aug 22, 2007
Find A Grave Memorial# 21074276 
 

I JOINED THE ALABAMA NATIONAL GUARD AT FOLEY, ALABAMA IN 1949 WHILE I WORKED FOR CARLES SUBBLE. THERE WERE A GROUP OF BOYS I KNEW THAT WERE IN IT AND WE HAD SOME GOOD TIMES TOGETHER ON FIELD TRIPS. THE ARMY GAVE ME MY RANK OF BUCK SERGEANT BACK AND ADDED THE YEARS BETWEEN MY LAST TIME IN THE ARMY AT FORT HOOD TO MY RETIREMENT IF I STAYED IN FOR TWENTY YEARS.
I WORKED AT THE KENNEDY FARM THROUGH 1949 AND GLENN HAD GONE TO HOUSTON AND GOT A JOB WITH THE SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILROAD AS A CAR CHECKER. HE ASKED HIS BOSS IF THEY WOULD GIVE HIS BROTHER A JOB. HE SAID YES SO IN MARCH 1950 I WENT TO HOUSTON AND GOT THE JOB AS A SWITCHMAN.

I WAS STAYING WITH GLENN AND MARIE IN AN APARTMENT OFF WASHINGTON AVE. GLENN WENT TO MOBILE AND RODE MY MOTORCYCLE BACK AND IT HELPED TO HAVE IT TO GET AROUND ON AND NOT HAVE TO RIDE THE BUS. I WORKED AWHILE AND SENT FOR MYRTLE TO COME TO HOUSTON AND SHE DID AND WE GOT AN APARTMENT ON AVE. H JUST OFF WAYSIDE FOR A MONTH AND THEN I BOUGHT THE HOUSE ON CHESTON DR. THROUGH A VETERANS LOAN. I PAID ONE DOLLAR FOR CLOSING COST TO MOVE IN AND FORTY NINE DOLLARS A MONTH. I WONDERED HOW I COULD MAKE THE NOTES. I WAS MAKING $14.OO A DAY. GLENN AND MARIE MOVED IN WITH US AND WE STILL HAD ROOM ENOUGH FOR ALL.

GLENN AND I WORKED IN THE SAME RAIL YARD AND WE RODE THE MOTORCYCLE TO WORK. ONE DAY WE WERE WORKING AND I GOT OFF BEFORE HE DID AND I WENT TO GET THE MOTORCYCLE AND IT WAS GONE. SOME ONE HAD STOLEN IT. WE NEVER FOUND IT.

IN 1950, THE WAR IN KOREA STARTED AND THE ALABAMA NATIONAL GUARD WAS CALLED UP FOR SERVICE, AND I HAD TO GO BACK TO FOLEY TO JOIN THEM. THE RAILROAD PUT MY JOB ON HOLD TILL I CAME BACK, AND GLENN STAYED IN THE HOUSE AND PAID THE NOTES.

WHILE WE WAITED FOR EVERY ONE TO REPORT WE DID DRILLS AND MARCHED AROUND FOLEY. WE WERE DOING HAND TO HAND COMBAT WITH EACH OTHER AND WHEN I PICKED UP THE MAN I WAS WITH TO THROW HIM. I SPUN AROUND ON MY RIGHT LEG AND MY KNEE JOINT CAME OUT OF SOCKET. THEY TOOK ME TO A DOCTOR AT FOLEY AND HE PUT IT BACK IN AND PUT MY LEG IN A CAST. I WENT TO SOUTH CAROLINA THAT WAY AND IT STILL BOTHERS ME.

I HAVE LARGE PICTURE OF THE TROOPS TRAIN IN FOLEY WHEN WE WERE LEAVING TO GO THE CAMP. DADDY, MOTHER, AND MYRTLE WITH CARL OUTSIDE THE TRAIN AND I WAS HANGING OUT THE WINDOW. IT WAS A SAD DAY FOR ALL OF US FOR ME TO BE LEAVING AGAIN FOR WAR. MY MOTHER TOOK IT THE HARDEST OF ALL.

I WAS THE COOK MESS SERGEANT FOR THE COMPANY AND I DID SOME COOKING BUT MY MAIN JOB WAS TO SEE THAT THINGS WERE DONE RIGHT AND MAKE OUT THE MENU FOR EACH MEAL AND MAKE SURE THE KITCHEN WAS KEPT CLEAN AT ALL TIMES. WHILE I WAS THERE MYRTLE CAME AND WE HAD AN APARTMENT IN TOWN. SHE STAYED ABOUT A MONTH BUT WE RAN OUT OF MONEY, THE THING ALL SERVICE MEN NEVER HAD ENOUGH OF UNLESS YOU LIVED ON THE BASE. I HAD AN OLD CAR AND I TOOK HER BACK HOME TO MOBILE TO HER MOTHER.

IN 1951, ROBERT WAS BORN IN FEB. IN THE BROOKLEY FIELD HOSPITAL AND I GOT A WEEK END PASS AND WENT HOME TO SEE HIM. ON THE WAY BACK THE OLD CAR BROKE DOWN ABOUT SEVENTY MILES FROM THE BASE AND I HAD TO LEAVE IT AT A STATION TO HAVE IT FIXED AND CATCH A BUS ON TO THE BASE. I WAS LATE GETTING BACK ON TIME WAS IN TROUBLE AND WAS RESTRICTED FOR TWO WEEKS TO THE BARRACKS.

I HAD MY GUITAR AND ALMOST EVERY NIGHT WE GOT A GROUP TOGETHER AND PLAYED FOR HOURS AND HOURS. I HAD CARRIED IT THROUGH GERMANY WHEN I WAS OVER THERE. SOMEONE WOULD ASK ME TO PLAY FOR THEM AND THEY DIDN’T HAVE TO TWIST MY ARM MUCH FOR I LIKED TO PLAY AND I KNEW A LOT OF SONGS. WHEN I STARTED TO PLAY SOMEONE ELSE WOULD GO GET THEIRS AND SOON WE WOULD HAVE A BAND GOING. I HAD FUN PLAYING.

I WENT BACK AND GOT THE CAR AFTER IT WAS REPAIRED AND DROVE IT BACK TO THE BASE SOME WEEKS LATER AND USED IT AROUND THE BASE AND TO GO HOME ON A WEEK END PASS. THE COMPANY COMPLETED BASIC TRAINING ABOUT MARCH OR APRIL OF 1952 AND GROUPS OF FIFTEEN OR TWENTY MEN AT A TIME WERE SHIPPED OUT TO KOREA. I WAS SHIPPED WITH THE FIRST GROUP. WE WENT HOME ON A TEN DAY LEAVE IN ROUTE TO SAN FRANCISCO AND ON TO KOREA. WE WERE AT SEA FOR FOURTEEN DAYS BEFORE WE DOCKED AT SOUL KOREA.

WE HAD TO ANCHOR OFF SHORE AND UNLOAD INTO SMALLER BOATS TO GET TO LAND BECAUSE THE TIDE WENT UP AND DOWN FIFTEEN FEET AND WOULD LEAVE THE SHIP ON THE BOTTOM AT LOW TIDE IF THE WATER WASN’T DEEP ENOUGH.

BILL HAD JOINED THE AIR FORCE IN 1948 AND WAS IN IT WHEN THE WAR STARTED WITH KOREA. HE WAS STATIONED AT SEOUL WHEN I GOT THERE AND HE MET ME THERE. WE RODE UP TO MY OUTFIT [WHERE I WOULD BE STATIONED] ON A TRUCK TOGETHER. I WAS ASSIGNED TO THE HEADQUARTERS COMPANY OF THE THIRD ARMY DIVISION AS MESS SERGEANT.

LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL HISTORY POST #15

IN AUGUST 1970,  JEAN AND I TOOK A TRIP, WITH HER CHILDREN AND NIECE, SALLY, AND KARL FREDERICK, AND REBECCA COOKE TO DUBUQUE, IOWA FOR AUNT GLADYS ( LINDERMAN) NELSON’S BIRTHDAY ON AUGUST 17TH. WHEN WE GOT TO AUNT GLADY’S DAD, HARRY LINDERMAN, (JEAN’S FATHER), WAS THERE. HE HAD FLOWN TO DUBUQUE AND HE BEAT US THERE. WE HAD A WONDERFUL TIME.

IN THE FALL OF THE YEAR WHEN THE LEAVES WERE TURNING TO DIFFERENT  COLORS AND FALLING AND BLOWING IN THE WIND. AS WE WERE DRIVING ALONG THE HIGHWAY AT 60 MPH, JEAN WOULD SAY “STOP THE CAR, STOP THE CAR, I SEE THAT ROCK I WANT” AND I WOULD STOP, TURN AROUND GO  BACK AND GET ROCK (IF I COULD LIFT IT) LOAD IT IN THE CAR AND BY THE TIME WE GOT HOME I WOULD HAVE A TRUNK FULL OF ROCK. 

ON ONE OF OUR TRIPS WE WENT TO COLORADO  AND WENT UP MT. EVANS THAT IS THE HIGHEST AUTO BOND THAT YOU CAN DRIVE A CAR UP AND ABOUT HALF WAY UP WE STOPPED TO LOOK AT THE SNOW AND JEAN SAW ONE THOSE ROCKS SHE WANTED AND SO I STARTED TO LOAD IT AND I ALMOST DID NOT GET IT IN THE CAR . IT WAS GRANITE AND THE AIR WAS SO THIN AND I WAS OUT OF BREATH BUT I DID LOAD IT UNDER HER FEET. WHEN WE STARTED DOWN THE ROAD WAS NARROW AND  JEAN WOULD NOT LOOK OUT HER WINDOW BECAUSE  IT WAS STRAIGHT DOWN AND SHE CAN NOT STAND HEIGHTS  SHE LAID DOWN ON TOP OF THE ROCK TILL WE GOT TO LEVEL GROUND. BUT I MADE GOOD USE OF THEM.  I NOW HAVE A BEAUTIFUL FOUNTAIN IN THE BACK YARD WITH A ROCK FROM ALMOST EVERY STATE. IT IS NICE TO SIT AND LISTEN TO THE WATER FALLING OVER THE ROCKS.

Guadalupe River

Every year we took a trip during the summer to the Guadalupe River, New Braunfels, Texas.

WHEN I BUILT THE FOUNTAIN THE BIG ROOM WAS NOT ADDED TO THE BACK OF THE  HOUSE AND IN 1976 WHEN I GOT THE ROOM BUILT, A 16 BY 16 FT, THEN THE FOUNTAIN WAS ONLY 18 INCHES FROM THE ROOM. IT WAS SOME TIME LATER THAT JEAN SAID  ” I WISH THE FOUNTAIN WAS MOVED OUT IN THE YARD AWAY FROM THE HOUSE”  I MADE THE MISTAKE OF SAYING IT COULD BE MOVED. SHE TOOK ME UP ON IT WAS NOT LONG BEFORE  MIKE AND I STARTED ON IT. I WAS LUCKY THE ROCKS WERE NOT CEMENTED TO THE BASIN. THE BASIN WAS 6 FT ON THE FRONT 7 FT ON THE BACK AND 8 FT ON THE SIDES WITH “12 BY 6” WALLS AND “4“ BOTTOM AND IT WOULD WEIGH ABOUT 4,000 LBS. WITH AN A-FRAME AND A CHAIN-FALL AND COME-ALONGS FROM THE SHOP WHERE I WORKED AND PIPES, TIMBERS AND BOARDS AND MOST OF ALL WITH MIKE’S HELP WE MOVED IT TO WHERE IT IS NOW. THEN I BUILT THE SIDES AND BACK  UP LIKE IT IS NOW AND CEMENTED THE ROCKS AND PUT THE PIPES IN FOR THE WATER FALL. IT MUST NOW WEIGH 10,000 LBS. JEAN SAID SHE WANTED A JUNGLE IN THE YARD AND THAT’S WHAT SHE HAS NOW. IT WAS WORK BUT I ENJOYED DOING IT.

Our beautiful fountain built by Lou

 DEC. /15 / 2OO1. (Tropical Storm Allison hit our home and flooded it July 2001 with 3-1/2 foot of water in it. Everything had to be ripped out and remodeled. We had no flood insurance. We had never flooded, and probably will never again. I think my Dad worked so hard on helping to remodel our home that it helped to make him weaker and his heart just finally gave out.)

I HAVE NOT BEEN WRITING ON THIS STORY FOR SOME TIME NOW FOR I GOT BUSY ON OTHER THINGS  AND TIME GOES ON AND GETS AWAY FROM YOU QUICK.  IT HAS BEEN ABOUT THREE YEARS NOW  AND I WANT TRY TO GET BACK TO WRITING THIS AGAIN.

I WILL START WRITING ABOUT THE TRIPS WE HAVE BEEN ON.

(My Dad passed away on 20 December 2002 at home with his family surrounding him. He had Congestive Heart Failure, so did his son Carl Louis Mancill. His mother also had heart problems. He had fought the good fight for years. He and mother married on 5 December 1968 at the Harmony Wedding Chapel, Houston, Texas. The doctors had given him at the most six more months to live on 19 December 2002, so we had hospice come out for him. We did not expect him to leave us so soon, but he left us at 6:31am that next morning.)

WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT A MAN WHO WAS SUCH A LOVING EXAMPLE OF CHRIST’S LOVE? 

THANK YOU…

I LOVE YOU…

I THANK GOD EVERYDAY THAT YOU WERE A PART OF OUR LIVES. I KNOW THAT I WAS BLESSED THROUGH HIS LIFE, AND HE PASSED WITH HIS LOVING WIFE, JEAN MANCILL; AND HIS CHILDREN BESIDE HIM.  PHYLLIS HYDEN, MIKE MANCILL, SALLY BROWN, AND SARAH MOORE, STAYED ALL NIGHT WITH HIM. WE TALKED MOTHER INTO LAYING DOWN TO REST, THEN ME AND SARAH FELL ASLEEP ABOUT 4 am. PHYLLIS AND MIKE STAYED WITH HIM ALL NIGHT, TRYING TO COMFORT HIM AS HE PASSED ON TO MEET JESUS. I NEVER DREAMED THAT JESUS WOULD TAKE HIM SO SOON. THE DOCTORS THE NIGHT BEFORE AT THE HOSPITAL, HAD TOLD US THAT HE MIGHT HAVE 6 MONTHS LEFT. WE DIDN’T REALLY BELIEVE THAT HE WOULD LEAVE US SO SOON, BUT I KNOW THAT IS WHAT HE WANTED–TO DIE WITH DIGNITY–IN HIS OWN HOME SURROUNDED BY THE PEOPLE WHO LOVED HIM. LOU HAS BEEN GONE ALMOST 2 YEARS NOW, AND IT STILL MAKES ME CRY TO WRITE THIS. YET, I AM SO GRATEFUL THAT I HAVE MY MOTHER STILL HERE TO BE WITH US.

(Mother passed away on March 9, 2012 from Kidney Failure due to her Diabetes. She had to live ten years without Lou. My husband, Leonard Tudor, and I lived with her for about six years, from April 2006 until March 2012 and took care of her until she passed away. I inherited our home from mother when she passed.) 

LOU OR AS THE GRANDCHILDREN CALL HIM, “HONEY” HAS BEEN LIKE A FATHER TO ME AND MY SISTERS AND BROTHERS. HE HAS BEEN NOT ONLY GOOD TO MY MOTHER, BUT ALSO TO ALL OF HIS STEP-CHILDREN.

THE MOST SPECIAL THING “LOU” EVER TOLD ME WAS WHEN I WAS ABOUT SIXTEEN YEARS OF AGE.  I WAS WORRYING ABOUT MY LOOKS AS USUAL. I WAS GETTING READY FOR A DATE, AND I COULDN’T MAKE UP MY MIND WHETHER I WAS GOING TO WEAR ANY MAKE-UP OR NOT. LOU TOLD ME THAT I WAS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT I DIDN’T NEED TO WEAR ANY MAKE-UP, AND THAT I LOOKED BEAUTIFUL WITHOUT IT. HE PROBABLY NEVER KNEW JUST HOW MUCH THAT ONE SENTENCE MEANT TO ME. I HAD NEVER HAD ANY MAN, OR BOY TELL ME THAT I WAS BEAUTIFUL!  I LOVE YOU LOU AND YOU ARE SPECIAL!   LOVE, SALLY MARCH 19, 1995.

LOUIS AND HIS FAMILY MOVED TO MOBILE, ALABAMA IN 1943.  HE WENT TO WORK FOR THE SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILROAD IN 1950’S, IN HOUSTON, TEXAS. HE SERVED IN THE U.S. ARMY IN WORLD WAR II HIS TROOP MARCHED ALONG THE AUSTRIAN GERMAN BORDER TO FRANCE.  HE ALSO SERVED IN THE U.S. ARMY IN THE KOREAN WAR IN SEOUL, KOREA.

LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL WAS RAISED ON A FARM BETWEEN ROBERTSDALE & SUMMERSDALE, ALABAMA UNTIL ABOUT 1943 WHEN THE MANCILL FAMILY MOVED TO MOBILE, ALABAMA. LOUIS WROTE HIS MEMOIRS. I PRINTED A COPY OF THEM AND GAVE THEM TO MY STEP BROTHER, MIKE MANCILL, UPON MY DAD’S PASSING. I HOPE THAT HE SHARES IT WITH HIS DESCENDANTS ALSO. MY DAD ASKED ME MORE THAN ONCE, WHY I DO ALL THIS WORK ON OUR GENEALOGY, THAT NO ONE WOULD EVER READ IT.

SO SAD, THAT HE THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD CARE TO READ HIS HISTORY, BUT HE WAS A HUMBLE MAN. I TOLD HIM THAT I WOULD READ IT, AND THERE WOULD BE “SOMEONE” OUT THERE WHO WILL WANT TO KNOW. BESIDES THAT, I TOLD HIM, I ENJOY LEARNING ABOUT OUR FAMILY HISTORY. LOU LEFT OFF ON HIS HISTORY IN THE 1970’S, WHEN WE TOOK A TRIP TO IOWA TO VISIT THE LINDERMAN HOME PLACE WITH US AND MOTHER. HE HAD TOO MUCH TROUBLE BREATHING IN THE LAST FEW YEARS TO FINISH. 

LOUIS’ FATHER, ELLIOTT MANCILL, WROTE A BOOK ABOUT HIS LIFE, WITH HIS BROTHER, GLENN MANCILL AND GRANDDAUGHTER, DEBORAH MANCILL HENDRIX, EDITING AND PRINTING IT. WE RECEIVED A COPY OF IT.

LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL HISTORY POST #14

JEAN (LINDERMAN) FREDERICK, AND I FOUND OURSELVES TOGETHER MORE AND MORE. ON DEC.5, 1968 WE WERE MARRIED AND OUR FRIENDSHIP BECAME STRONG AND WE FOUND WE LOVED EACH OTHER. TO ME IT WAS LIKE SOMETHING I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT SHOULD BE BUT IT NEVER WAS COMPLETE. WE WERE HAPPY TOGETHER AND LIFE HAS BEEN GOOD TO US. JEAN HELPED ME DO THINGS I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD DO. WE TOOK LOTS OF TRIPS TO PLACES I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE.

Louis & Jean Mancill, 1970, Pat O'Briens, New Orleans, LA

AFTER WE WERE MARRIED WE MOVED IN WITH JEAN’S SISTER, YVONNE (LINDERMAN) LEVESQUE. I STILL WORKED AT THE RAILROAD AND AT NORTHSHORE A/C. WE WENT TO MOBILE, ALABAMA TO MY MOTHER’S HOUSE ON A WEEK END TO SEE EVERYONE. WHAT A GOOD FEELING IT WAS TO BE ABLE TO BE AROUND THEM. THEY LIKED JEAN AND WE  FELT LIKE WE WERE HOME. WE WENT TO MOBILE OFTEN. THE HOUSE WAS CLOSE TO THE BAY AND WE ENJOYED SITTING ON THE WHARF AND WATCHING THE WATER.

IN 1969, THE NEXT YEAR, I QUIT THE RAILROAD AND WAS WORKING FULL TIME AT NORTHSHORE A/C RUNNING SERVICE AND PUTTING IN A/C AND HEAT IN SCHOOLS. IN JUNE 1969, I WAS WORKING ON AN A/C UNIT,ON THE ROOF AT NORTHLINE SHOPPING CENTER, WHEN I CAME UP THE LADDER WITH FREON IN ONE HAND AND CATCHING THE LADDER BAR WITH THE OTHER MY HAND SLIPPED OFF THE BAR, I FELL 30 FEET FROM A ROOF HATCH AND  BROKE MY LEFT ARM AND CRUSHED MY LEFT HEAL AND FOOT. I WAS IN A WHEELCHAIR FOR OVER TWO MONTHS AND OFF WORK. WE HAD JUST MADE A CONTRACT ON A NEW HOME IN HOUSTON,  TEXAS, WERE WE NOW LIVE. IT WAS NOT FINISHED AND THE CONTRACTOR SAID HE WOULD DELAY THE BUILDING OF IT UNTIL I WENT BACK TO WORK AND HE DID.

ONE OF THE TRIPS I REMEMBER WELL IS WHEN HURRICANE CAMILLE HIT THE GULF COAST IN AUGUST 1969 AND IT WRECKED  MOTHER AND DADDY’S HOUSE ON MOBILE BAY, MOBILE, ALABAMA BEYOND REPAIR. F.E.M.A GAVE DADDY A NEW TRAILER HOME AND DADDY PUT IT OUT ON THE HILL AWAY FROM THE BAY. THE CHURCH OF CHRIST IN GALENA PARK PUT TOGETHER A TRAILER LOAD OF CLOTHES AND ASKED IF I COULD TAKE IT TO MOBILE WHILE I WAS OFF AND I DID.  I COULD STILL DRIVE AND JEAN HELPED ME WITH THE WHEELCHAIR. WE HAD TO BYPASS THE COAST ON THE WAY TO MOBILE BUT CAME BACK ON THE COAST ROAD AND SAW ALL THE DEVASTATION OF EVERYTHING ALONG THE GULF COAST.

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I THINK, WE WENT THERE SIX TIMES IN THE FIRST YEAR. THERE IS NOTHING LIKE GOING ON A TRIP WHEN THERE IS SOME ONE WITH YOU THAT ENJOYS THINGS LIKE YOU DO. “AS THIS DOCUMENT WILL SHOW AS I WRITE ABOUT THE MANY TRIPS WE TOOK TOGETHER. (my Dad passed away in 2002 before he had the chance to write about their many trips).

WE BOTH TRIED TO KEEP OUR CHILDREN CLOSE TO US AND SHOW THEM WE LOVED THEM AS MUCH AS EVER. I NEVER TRIED TO TAKE THE PLACE OF THEIR FATHER IN ANY WAY, I JUST WANTED THEM TO KNOW I LOVED THEM AND WOULD BE THERE ANY TIME THEY NEEDED ME AND TO HELP IF I COULD.

I SOON WAS ABLE TO GO BACK TO WORK AND THE CONTRACTOR FINISHED THE HOUSE AND WE MOVED IN, ALTHOUGH I WAS ON CRUTCHES WITH A FOOT BRACE ON MY LEFT FOOT. WE DID NOT HAVE MUCH TO START WITH BUT WE HAD EACH OTHER. I REMEMBER BUILDING A FIRE IN THE FIREPLACE AND RUNNING THE A/C AT THE SAME TIME JUST TO SEE IF IT WORKED OK. IT DID NOT TAKE LONG TO PUT MORE THINGS IN THE HOUSE. WE ENJOYED OUR NEW HOME. OUR FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES GAVE US A LOT OF THINGS TO HELP US TO FURNISH THE INSIDE AND WE THANKED THEM FOR IT.

RIGHT AFTER WE WERE MARRIED, WE BOUGHT A LOT, ON THE LAKE, IN SAM HOUSTON LAKE ESTATES, NEAR CLEVELAND, TEXAS. WE PITCHED I SMALL TENT ON IT AND WENT THERE ON WEEK ENDS. THE FISHING WAS GOOD AND WE BUILT BONFIRES AND COOKED WIENERS AND MARSHMALLOWS AND HAD GOOD TIMES THERE. THE TENT DID NOT LAST LONG BECAUSE IT WAS LATE DECEMBER AND ONE NIGHT WE GOT THERE AFTER IT HAD RAINED AND IT TURN COLD. WE WERE IN SLEEPING BAGS, ON COTS, BUT THE GROUND WAS WET AND WE WERE ALMOST FROZEN BY MORNING. THE NEXT WEEK END WE STARTED THE FLOOR FOR A 16 BY 16 FOOT, ONE ROOM CABIN TO STAY IN AND KEEP WARM WHEN WE WERE THERE. WE SOON HAD THE LUXURIES OF HOME. AN OUTDOOR PRIVY (outhouse) , AND A DOUBLE SINK IN THE YARD,MOUNTED ON A TREE WITH RUNNING WATER TO IT AND IN THE SUMMER  WE COULD TAKE A BATH AT NIGHT IN IT FOR ONE SIDE WAS DEEP ENOUGH TO SIT IN. 

Cleveland, Texas

AFTER WE GOT THE  ROOM BUILT WE MOVED THE SINK INSIDE AND MOUNTED IT ON A 2 BY 4 FRAME AND RUN COOL WATER TO IT. WE HAD NO HOT WATER HEATER YET. WE HEATED WATER ON THE STOVE.  JEAN’S FATHER GAVE US A REFRIGERATOR THAT WOULD SQUEAL EVERY TIME IT CUT OFF BUT WOULD MAKE ICE AND KEEP THINGS COLD. WE USED IT TILL WE WERE FLOODED OUT IN 1988 AND WATER GOT TO IT. WE HAD SOME OLD MATTRESSES GIVEN TO US, THAT WE WOULD SLEEP ON AND PILE THEM UP IN THE MORNING. ONE NIGHT WE HAD ELEVEN CHILDREN SLEEPING WITH US IN THIS ROOM. WE ENJOYED THE GROUPS TO COME SHARE WHAT WE HAD. NOT LONG AFTER THAT I ADDED A PORCH TO THE SIDE NEXT TO THE LAKE THAT WAS 12 BY 16 AND SCREENED ON 3 SIDES WITH A FLAT ROOF.

IN 1976 WE ADDED TO THE ROOM A 14 BY 28 STORY AND A HALF WITH ONE BIG ROOM UP STAIRS AND TWO ROOMS DOWNSTAIRS,ONE 18 BY 14 AND THE OTHER ONE 10 BY 14 FEET. THE PRIVY WAS STILL OUTSIDE. BUT I SOON BUILT A BATH ROOM  IN THE CORNER OF THE TWO BUILDINGS,WITH THE DOOR INTO THE LIVING ROOM,WITH FULL BATH AND SHOWER,COMMODE AND WASHBASIN ALSO A HOT WATER HEATER. NOW WE HAVE A PLACE AWAY FROM HOME, WITH TV, PHONE AND CARPET, WITH EVERYTHING TO ENJOY WITH A PLACE FOR EVERYONE TO COME AND BE WITH US WHEN THEY WANT TO. WE DID A LOT OF FISHING AND CAUGHT SOME GOOD BASS AND WHITE PERCH AND HAD SOME GOOD FISH FRYS. WE WOULD BUILD BON FIRES AT NIGHT  AND ROAST WIENERS AND MARSHMALLOWS WE PLAYED GAMES AND SANG SONGS.

THE FIRST PART OF MAY 1970 I WAS WORKING AS SUPERINTENDENT ON FONDREN SCHOOL. ONE OF THE MEN WORKING WITH ME ON THE JOB, WAS BILL KINDRED’S BROTHER AND ONE WAS HIS SON. THEY DID NOT WANT TO WORK, JUST PLAY. WHAT THEY DID WORK ON WAS NOT DONE RIGHT AND HAD TO BE DONE OVER. I SENT WORD BACK TO THE SHOP AND THE NEXT WEEK, I WAS FIRED BECAUSE I COULD NOT GET THE JOB DONE.  THE MEN SAID THAT THEY WORKED HARD AND DID NOT PLAY ON THE JOB. I WAS FIRED ANYWAY.

THAT WAS ON THURSDAY NIGHT. ONE OF THE SALESMAN IN THE OFFICE SAID HE KNEW WHERE I COULD GET A JOB. HE CALLED MR.THOMPSON AT THE LEE THOMPSON CO. I WENT TO THE OFFICE FRIDAY MORNING AND TALKED TO MR. THOMPSON. THAT AFTERNOON HE PUT ME TO WORK. MONDAY MORNING I HAD A NEW TRUCK WITH EVERYTHING I NEEDED EXCEPT TOOLS, AND I HAD MY OWN TOOLS. WHAT A DIFFERENCE A MAN MAKES, TO WORK FOR SOMEONE LIKE MR.THOMPSON WAS, IT WAS A PRIVILEGE AND AN HONOR. HE WAS LIKE A SECOND FATHER. HE TREATED THE MEN WHO WORKED FOR HIM LIKE WE WERE PART OF HIS FAMILY. HE ALWAYS SAID”THANK YOU”,OR “A JOB WELL DONE” WHEN WE COMPLETED A JOB. HE GAVE COMPANY PARTIES FOR THE MEN AND THEIR WIVES AT HIS HOME OR OTHER PLACES. THE OTHER MEN WERE GOOD TO WORK WITH TOO. I ENJOYED MY TWENTY YEARS WITH THE COMPANY AND BECAME ONE OF THE TOP SERVICEMEN IN THE COMPANY. IF SOMEONE HAD TROUBLE ON A JOB AND COULDN’T FIX IT THEY WOULD CALL ME TO GO FIND THE TROUBLE AND FIX IT. I RETIRED FROM THERE AFTER 20 YEARS OF SERVICE IN JANUARY 1990. I HAD GOTTEN OUT OF BED AND STEPPED ON MY RIGHT FOOT WRONG AND BROKE THE BONE TO MY LITTLE TOE UP IN THE FOOT AND HAD IT IN A CAST FOR THREE WEEKS SO THE BOSS SAID I SHOULD RETIRE SO I DID.

I RETIRED BUT I NEVER QUIT WORK THERE HAS BEEN SOMETHING TO DO OR WORK ON EVER SINCE, FOR I ALWAYS FIND THINGS THAT NEEDS FIXING I WAS 65 YEARS OLD NOVEMBER 2 1990. THE ONE THING I ENJOYED ABOUT THE JOB  MOST WAS , I WAS ALWAYS ON THE GO FROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHER AND NOT IN ONE SHOP ALL THE TIME  I MET A LOT OF PEOPLE AND MADE A LOT OF FRIENDS. AFTER I RETIRED THE COMPANY CALLED ME BACK FROM TIME TO TIME TO HELP SOME ONE OUT ON A JOB HE WAS HAVING TROUBLE ON AND COULD NOT FIND THE TROUBLE WITH IT. I ALSO WORKED FOR RICHARD FALLIN ON HOUSES DOING A/C , ELECTRICAL,CARPENTER, AND PLUMBING REPAIR.  HE HAD ABOUT 100 HOUSES . HE GETS THEM WHEN THEY ARE IN BAD NEED OF REPAIR AND FIXES THEM UP TO RENT OR FOR RESALE.

Louis Clifford Mancill History Post #6

ON SUNDAY AFTERNOONS WHEN WE GOT HOME FROM CHURCH WE WOULD GO FLYING SQUIRREL HUNTING. WE WOULD FIND AN OLD DEAD STUMP OR TREE WITH WOODPECKER HOLES IN IT AND KNOCK ON IT TO RUN THE SQUIRRELS OUT. THEY WOULD COME OUT AND JUMP OFF OF THE STUMP AND SAIL TO THE BOTTOM OF ANOTHER TREE AND RUN UP THE TREE TO THE TOP. IF WE COULDN’T SHAKE THEM OFF THE TREE WE HAD TO CLIMB THE TREE TO RUN THEM OUT. THEY WOULD SAIL TO THE BOTTOM OF ANOTHER TREE. WE WOULD RUN AND IF WE GOT THERE IN TIME WE WOULD TRY TO WRAP OUR ARMS AROUND THE TREE ABOVE THEM AND KNOCK THEM OFF ON THE GROUND TO CATCH THEM. THEY WOULD BITE YOU IF YOU DIDN’T HOLD THEM JUST RIGHT.

SOMETIMES WE WOULD FIND YOUNG ONES AND TAKE THEM TO SCHOOL IN OUR SHIRT POCKETS, THEY WOULD COME OUT OF THE POCKET AND SIT ON OUR SHOULDER AND EAT NUTS OUT OF OUR HAND. WE WOULD SELL THEM FOR TWENTY FIVE CENTS EACH. WE KEPT THE OLDER ONES IN CAGES AND RAISED LITTLE ONES. THEY BECAME PETS THEY WOULD RUN LOSE IN THE HOUSE. THEY WERE FUN TO WATCH.

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WE MADE MOST OF OUR TOYS OURSELVES TO PLAY WITH LIKE BOATS MADE FROM BOARDS WITH NAILS ALL AROUND OUTSIDE AND STRING RUN FROM NAIL TO NAIL AND A STICK IN THE MIDDLE WITH PAPER ON IT FOR A SAIL. ANOTHER WAS WHIRL-A-JIG MADE BY CUTTING OFF A BROOM HANDLE ABOUT SIX INCHES LONG AND MAKING A PEG 1 1/2 INCHES LONG ON ONE END,1/4 INCHES ROUND. THEN GETTING A LARGE THREAD SPOOL AND DRIVING TWO SMALL NAILS ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER. THEN TAKING PRINCE ALBERT TOBACCO CAN AND MAKING A PROPELLER SIX INCHES LONG AND PUTTING TWO HOLES IN IT TO MATCH THE ONES ON THE SPOOL. THEN TAKE A STRING 24 INCHES LONG AND WRAP IT AROUND THE SPOOL AND PULL IT HARD TO SPEND THE PROPELLER OFF THE SPOOL AND UP INTO THE AIR. WE MADE LOTS OF OTHERS THINGS TO PLAY WITH AND HAD FUN DOING IT.

LIKE A LOT OF YOUNG CHILDREN, WE PLAYED A LOT OF GAMES TOGETHER AND MADE MOST OF OUR THINGS TO PLAY WITH. THERE WERE NEIGHBORS WITH CHILDREN AND WE WOULD PLAY BALL TOGETHER. WE PLAYED A GAME LIKE TAG EXCEPT WITH TIN CANS. WE WOULD STACK UP FOUR OR FIVE TIN CANS, THE ONE THAT WAS IT KNOCKED THEM DOWN AND EVERYONE HAD A STICK AND WHEN THE ONE THAT WAS IT FOUND SOMEONE, HE HAD TO BEAT THE ONE HE FOUND TO THE CANS,AND KNOCK THE CANS DOWN BEFORE HE DID. WHEN THE PEANUTS WERE ALMOST READY TO PULL UP AND STILL GREEN, WE WOULD PULL SOME AND BOIL THEM IN A GALLON BUCKET BY THE FIRE AND EAT THEM. WE WOULD COOK CORN ON THE COB AND NEW POTATOES TOO.

I REMEMBER THE BOY MY SAME AGE, JIMMY BARNHEART, THAT LIVED DOWN THE HILL AND ACROSS THE HIGHWAY FROM US. WE PLAYED A LOT TOGETHER. WHEN I WAS ABOUT TEN YEARS OLD WE WERE BACK IN THE WOODS ON A FORTY ACRES TRACK OF LAND THAT DADDY BOUGHT. IT WAS ACROSS THE ROAD FROM OUR TWENTY ACRES, CORNER TO CORNER, IN A HEAVY WOODED PLACE WITH PINE TREES. THE TREES WERE CLOSE TOGETHER ABOUT FORTY FEET TALL AND SMALL AT THE BOTTOM. THEY WERE LIMBER AND WE WERE IN THE TOP OF THEM SWINGING FROM ONE TO ANOTHER, LIKE TARZAN. I WAS IN ONE TREE ABOUT THIRTY FEET HIGH, AND I WAS HOLDING ONTO ANOTHER TREE LIMB. I HEARD A LIMB ON ONE SIDE OF ME CRACK AND I WENT TO THE WRONG TREE LIMB. DOWN I CAME TO THE GROUND AND BROKE BOTH WRISTS I THOUGHT.

DADDY TOOK ME TO OLD DOCTOR HALE IN ROBERTSDALE AND HE SAID THEY WERE ONLY SPRAINED, TO PUT VINEGAR AND CLAY ON THEM AND THEY WOULD BE OK. THEY HURT A LONG TIME. I REMEMBER MY SISTER EMMA LAURA WHO WAS JUST TWO YEARS OLDER THEN I WAS, SHE RAN ME OUT OF THE HOUSE WITH A BROOM. I GOT A HOLD OF THE BROOM HANDLE TO KEEP HER FROM HITTING ME WITH IT AND SHE WAS PULLING IT. MY WRISTS HURT BAD, BUT I WOULDN’T TURN LOOSE OF THE BROOM. ONE DAY ABOUT EIGHT MONTHS LATER I WENT TO DOCTOR JORDAN FOR SOMETHING ELSE AND HE SAID THEY WERE BROKEN. HE WANTED TO BREAK THEM AND SET THEM RIGHT BUT I WOULDN’T LET HIM. THEY DID BOTHER ME SOME THROUGH THE YEARS BUT NOT ENOUGH TO GO THROUGH THE HURT AGAIN.

Elliott Devocious “E.D.” Mancill

Elliott Devocious Mancill, age 96, 1986, Alabama

Birth:  Sep. 14, 1889

Herbert
Conecuh County
Alabama, USA
Death:  Jan., 1988
Mobile
Mobile County
Alabama, USA 

Elliott began his life near Evergreen in 1888 and moved into the Red Level area later. Son of Edmund (Ed) Mancill and Rosetta Elvira Dillard Mancill. 

Elliott Devocious Mancill married Cora Lee Wilson on May 12, 1914 in Blacksher, Baldwin County, Alabama. 

name: Elliott D Mancill
event: Draft Registration
registration date year range: 1917-1918
event place: Conecuh County, Alabama, United States
gender: Male
birth date: 14 Sep 1889
birthplace: Herbert, Alabama, United States
country of citizenship: United States
nara publication title: World War I Selective Service System Draft Registration Cards
nara publication number: M1509
film number: 1509373
digital folder number: 005146822
image number: 01640
Citing this Record”United States, World War I Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918,” index and images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/K3P6-G44 : accessed 11 Feb 2013), Elliott D Mancill, .

Father of Louis “Lou” Clifford (my Dad), Floyd Edmond, John Elliott, Gerald Winfred, Willie Hubert, Glenn Allen, Emma Laura, and Annie Lee Mancill.

Church of Christ Preacher for seventy seven (77) years. He was a good and Godly man. He loved to joke around. Resided in Mobile, Alabama in 1970.

ELLIOTT WAS A PREACHER, A TEACHER, A WRITER, AND A FARMER. HIS FATHER SPELLED HIS GIVEN NAME–ELYOT DEVOSIOS MANCIL. ELLIOTT’S FATHER HAD NEVER BEEN TO SCHOOL. IT MAY BE THE FRENCH SPELLING OF ELLIOT’S NAME.

Elliott was my Dad’s father, and he wrote a Family Book about the MANCILL family. I have a copy of it somewhere. A lot of the info. that I have on the Mancill family came from him. He was a very smart man. He could fix just about anything, like my Dad. 
 
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 Parents:
  Edmond Mancill (1854 – 1941)
  Rosetta Elvira Dillard Mancill (1849 – 1927)
 
 Spouse:
  Cora Lee Wilson Mancill (1893 – 1971)*
 
 Children:
  Annie Lee Mancill Horan (1918 – 1987)*
  Floyd Edmund Mancill (1921 – 2003)*
  Emma Laura Mancill Matuk (1922 – 1988)*
  Louis Clifford Mancill (1924 – 2002)*
 

Burial:
Pine Crest Cemetery 
Mobile
Mobile County
Alabama, USA
 

 
Created by: TEXAS TUDORS
Record added: Mar 02, 2008 
Find A Grave Memorial# 24993426

Elliott Devocious Mancill, age 90, Alabama, about 1980