The section below is re-posted from my maternal ancestor tab. Partially because it’s one of my favorite ancestor stories. The other reason is my discovery this weekend that I validated the story told in the pages of Ed Bell’s book with my independent research online. I’ve sourced marriage of George and Alice, the Castle Street address, the number of children and their son Iz (or Iseral). For those interested, I’ve included the pages from Mr. Bell’s book.
Based on my research, most of my maternal line can be found in or around Murfreesboro, Tennessee. One of the earliest ancestors I’ve found so far actually migrated (at some point) from Texas. I believe this because I actually have a document which is almost as good a the slave narratives. Ed Bell, the editor of The Rutherford Courier, penned a book in 1948 called, The Lonely People and their strange ways. The book was about people living in Murfreesboro that Ed met during his time there. My 3rd Great Grand-parents, George & Alice Kimbro (Kimbrough) were the subjects of one of his chapters, particularly Alice. A copy of the text has been passed down for a couple of generations and I’m re-printing it here….
An afternoon in February with yellow winter sunshine coming down the small hill on South Walnut and reflecting across the shanties of Blackbottom…
A great bony Negro woman rocking on the porch of a house at the bottom of the hill, a dingy poodle dog at her feet, its belly turned up to the friendly sun… Aunt Alice Kimbrough, who had been living ninety years, talked about her youth, about when she was known as D’King, the champion wrestler of anywhere there is.
She was the most wrestling fool that ever wore a shoe polish skin, and no man nor woman could throw her down… Except one man and she married him…The folks came from 500 and sometimes 5,000 miles to see D’King…They would flock on the fences like blackbirds to watch her grab them up and lay them on the cold, cold ground… When a nigger man or nigger woman got mean and talked to much, they said, “We get D’King to han’le you” and the bragger ran away and never come back again…
On D’King’s wedding day, when they were fixing her up with fine clothes to marry the only man in the whole world who could throw her down, a bigmouth yellow woman from the north country come along….The yellow said she never been throwed by anybody…”We get D’King to han’le you,” And the wedding guests said…But D’King was a busy woman…The barbecue was cooked, George and the preacher waiting…George was her true love…
D’King told them to go tell that fool ‘oman she had no crow to pick with anybody anymore except George…She was not wrestling again until she was a married woman…but her father said, “You no ‘oman less you kin.”…Which made her courage rise up till she laid by her bridal veil and went out to throw the bigmouth yellow from the north country…She made one pass at her middle and threw her so hard she hit the ground like a shook apple…Before the woman could get up D’King was back in the house ready to marry the only man.
D’King and her good friend who was name Cassie Ann were the strongest niggers anywhere there is…They could stand in a half-bushel measure and shoulder three bushels of wheat…If D’King hestitated, her father said, “You no ‘oman less you kin.”…Then she lifted it without one word more.
She was the healthiest pickaninny slave down in Texas…It was because she got so much sugar to eat…And the way she got all the sugar was by busting her bare big toe against a rock and running to the Missus to medicine it with turpentine and sugar…D’King ate the sugar off the toe and got fat.
After her marriage to George Kimbrough, she settled down because George done her good…He never called her fool or liar like all the other nigger’s husbands who called their women everything but a cedar bush…The night of the wedding there was happy doings at the white folks’ house and D’King and George got so many chickens for presents they had to get two somebodies to help carry them home…They lived together many years doing good and having seven children… Of these she was proudest of a double-jointed nigger named Iz… Iz hit a Kentucky mule in the head with his fist once and the mule didn’t live any more.
That was the tale Aunt Alice told me on a yellow winter afternoon a long time ago—I saved it to tell when she died.
George and Alice also had a daughter named Jennie. Jennie’s son, Iss William Brown is likely Iz’ namesake.