In my last post, I introduced you to Knoxville’s Asbury Cemetery. My focus was on the Kreis family, including the death of racecar driver A.J. “Pete” Kreis. But now I want to return to the Pickles. Or Pickels. Take your pick. Different people chose different spellings of it over the years. So you might see it both ways, even within the same family. As I mentioned before, Asbury Cemetery used to be called Pickle/Pickel Cemetery. Again, spellings varied.

“The Icy Arms of Death“

It’s not that common for a person’s cause of death to appear on their marker. But in the case of mother and daughter Sally and Eveline Pickle, both of their monuments share some details about how they died.

Born in 1807, Samuel Pickel was a native Tennessean. A farmer, he married Sarah “Sally” Dowell on Feb. 14, 1828. They had a daughter, Eveline, in 1832. She would be their only child. Eveline died on Oct. 21, 1852. After reading the inscription on her monument, it’s my guess that she died from tuberculosis or possibly pneumonia.

Eveline’s inscription reads:

She was a kind and affectionate daughter, kind to the afflicted, zealous in the pursuit of knowledge, loved and esteemed by all who knew her. She loved the Lord Jesus Christ and through faith in Him was enabled to cry victory even in the icy arms of death. Her parents therefore do not sorrow as those who have no hope. Though they have been bereaved of an only child they bow in submission, knowing well that she is is in a happier time than this. The desease(sic) which terminated her earthly career was the hemorrage of the lungs. She was confined to her room for five weeks during which time she suffered intense pain which she bore with Christian patience and resignation.

At the top of her monument are two doves with the words “Only One & Dearly Beloved”.

Eveline’s mother, Sally, would die only four years later on Sept. 28, 1856 at the age of 49. If you read her briefer inscription, you might wonder if part of what led to her death was grief for her beloved daughter.

She honored her Christian profession by her general walk,but especially also by the patience she manifested in enduring the most painful sufferings during the last 4 years of her life.

I do find it interesting that Sally’s monument has a lamb on top of it. I would have thought the younger Eveline’s monument would have been more appropriate for that symbol, not the two doves.

Samuel Pickel remarried on Aug. 2, 1857 to Cornelia Armstrong, who was 30 years his junior. Together, they had six children. At least three lived well into adulthood. Samuel died in 1883 at the age of 76. He is buried not far from his first wife and child. Cornelia remarried to Samuel Giffin in 1884 and died in 1887 at age 42. She is buried beside Samuel.

Samuel’s epitaph reads:

Amiable and beloved husband, farewell. Thy years were few but thy virtues were many. They are not recorded on this perishing stone but on the book of life and in the hearts of thy afflicted friends.

Mother and Child

I photographed the grave of one of Samuel’s grandchildren, Alva Mae Pickel. Born on Dec. 28, 1895, Alva was the daughter of Charles and Minnie Pickel. At age 23, she married farmer Ben Neubert in April 1919.

One March 6, 1920, Alva gave birth to a stillborn daughter that she and Ben named Gladys Elaine. The death date on her marker is damaged but I was able to find it on her records.

Alva died only three days later on March 9. According to her death certificate, the cause of death was “acute myocarditis.” She may have been suffering from peripartum cardiomyopathy, a rare type of heart failure. It occurs during pregnancy or not long after delivery. She was only 24.

Ben remarried to Leona Williams. They would have five children together. Ben died in 1972 and is buried with Leona in Roseberry Cemetery in nearby Mascot, Tenn.

Tragedy on the Tracks

There are 12 Huskissons buried at Asbury Cemetery. Two of their markers stood out to me. The first belongs to George Washington Huskisson, born on April 19, 1874 to John Wiley Huskisson and Mary Armstrong Huskisson. John would die at the age of 43 in 1890.

George married Eliza Huffaker in July 1893. They had two children, John and Miles. George found work with the railroad. That profession would eventually cost him his life.

George was working as a fireman on the Knoxville & Ohio (K & O) Railroad on Jan. 8, 1899 near Elk Valley when a freight train had a head end collision with a mixed local passenger train at 11:30 a.m. The collision was blamed on the freight train not “side tracking” for the oncoming passenger train as a result of engineers misreading their time cards. Regardless, five men died that day. George was pulled alive from the wreckage and taken to the hospital. But he died the next day from the serious burns he received in the crash.

George’s monument includes a locomotive engine with the number 157 on it. Perhaps this was an engine George had ridden and worked on during his life. One article I read noted that George was a member of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Firemen, who assisted his wife, Eliza, after his death.

Eliza remarried to Samuel Felts in 1902. She died in 1956 at the age of 81 and is buried in Asbury Cemetery with Samuel, who died in 1955. Eliza and George’s two sons, lived well into adulthood and are buried in other states.

Tools of His Trade

George’s uncle, Alfred Patrick Huskisson, also has an eye-catching monument as Asbury Cemetery. He was in the monument trade for much of his life, which is reflected in his own marker.

Born on Aug. 1, 1854, A.P. Huskisson married Lucinda “Lucy” Barlow around 1880. They had one daughter, Cora, born in 1886. A.P. was employed as a stone cutter for none other than G.W. Callahan & Bro. for some years. I wrote about George Callahan recently in my post about Calvary Cemetery.

Sometime around 1901, A.P. entered into a partnership with W.F. Berne in Augusta, Ga. to become cement sidewalk contractors. The next year, Cora and Lucy joined him in Augusta. He died on Oct. 25, 1905 at the age of 51.

A.P.’s body was returned by train to Knoxville and he was buried at Asbury Cemetery. His monument is in the shape of a tree, a very popular trend at the time. But I don’t think I’ve seen on that ever had stone mason’s tools at the base as this one does. It is a testament to his profession and his craftsmanship.

Lucy did not remarry and died in 1946. She is buried in Knoxville’s Lynnhurst Cemetery. Cora married Charles Mauk in 1907 and died in 1978. I was unable to find out where she is buried.

As I left, this sign did make me curious. In the Victorian era, cemeteries were known destinations for picknickers who would visit their loved ones before tucking into some lunch nearby on a blanket. I occasionally buzz through a drive-thru for a snack to eat at a cemetery. But I usually eat it in my car before walking around. Not on the grass.

Then again, maybe the sign is aimed more at folks loitering with less than honorable intentions. It’s possible they’ve had issues with vandalism or leaving trash. It’s a sadly common cemetery problem.

Next time, I’ll be stopping by Concord Masonic Cemetery.

Just down the road from Knoxville’s Lebanon in the Fork Cemetery is another gem worth visiting. Although its tucked away among a mix of warehouses and industrial parks, Asbury Cemetery has a lot to offer.

The history of Asbury Cemetery is hard to find but I cobbled together a few facts. Up until the 1920s, Asbury Cemetery was more often called Pickle’s Cemetery or the Pickle Burying Ground. You can find it in the obituaries in the local newspapers written as such. That’s probably because many of the first people buried there had the last name of Pickle or Pickel.

The first burial recorded is for an infant, R.J.L. Wilson, born and died on Aug. 28, 1832. He was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Wilson, who are not buried there. But the second oldest burial was Jesse Pickle, who died at the age of 28 in 1848. There are a total of 41 Pickles and 42 Pickels buried in the cemetery, which has a total of about 4,200 memorials recorded on Find a Grave. In many cases, Pickle and Pickel were used interchangeably on some markers. For whatever reason, the burial ground began to be called Asbury Cemetery in the 1930s and the sign (and arch) reflect that.

A Knoxville Dynasty

I plan to dive into more stories from the Pickle/Pickel family in Part II. But this week, I’m going to explore the Kreis family. When I arrived at Asbury, one of the first monuments I saw was for race car driver A.J. “Pete” Kreis and it literally blew my socks off. Some of the Kreis markers are impactful because the family had deep roots in the local monument trade.

Born on Jan. 19, 1900, Pete Kreis was the son of John Abby Kreis and Ida Jane Mays Kreis. His Swiss immigrant grandfather, Harmon Kreis, was among the estimated 31,000 Union soldiers that came from East Tennessee. Afterward, Harmon worked at the Knoxville Marble Company before he going into the quarry business for himself.

After developing several quarries, Harmon and a partner established the Appalachian Marble Quarry Company, which floated huge blocks of marble on rafts down the Tennessee River to Knoxville mills, known then as “Marble City.” Harmon would later serve two years as the reformist sheriff of Knox County, dying in 1937 at age 91. On the back of his marker are the words, “Last Survivor of Troop L, 9th Tenn Cavalry, Civil War.“

Pete’s father, John A. Kreis, owned one of the area’s largest dairy farms, Riverside Dairy and Hatchery. He also owned a national engineering and contracting company, which specialized in large railroad, levee and bridge jobs. His list of customers included the Southern, L&N and Missouri Pacific railroads. Pete would later work with his father and older brothers in construction when he wasn’t tearing up the racetrack.

Having raced since he was 15, Pete was known around Knoxville for his skill behind the wheel and flirting with disaster. On Feb. 22, 1924, Pete had an accident while on a test drive which killed his passenger, 23-year-old car salesman Carroll McCall. The roadster missed a curve and hit a bridge abutment, rolling over and pinning Pete and McCall. The steering wheel had to be removed to free Pete, who went to the hospital with cuts and a shoulder injury.

Pete made his first Indianapolis 500 field in 1925. Driving a Duesenberg, he finished eighth. He didn’t actually complete the race, suffering from exhaustion and being replaced on lap 136. The pace car that year was driven by World War I ace Eddie Rickenbacker (whose grave I visited last week in Columbus, Ohio). At the race’s end, Kreis was congratulated for his prowess by Henry Ford.

The following year, Kreis had to back out of the race due to pneumonia. But he lent his car (a Miller Special) to friend Frank Lockhart, who won the race. Kreis continued racing but the Depression forced him to cut back in the 1930s and help his father in his contracting business. He finished 15th at Indy in 1932.

Pete eluded death yet again in June 1933 when the airplane he was flying in faltered after takeoff and crashed into the Tennessee River. He pulled his friend and fellow passenger Carl “Sonny” Rissing, Jr. from the water. Rissing broke several bones and lost part of a finger.

Pete’s Luck Runs Out

On May 25, 1934, Pete and his mechanic, Robert Hahn, were practicing for the Indianapolis 500. The pair was coming around the turn when in front of them a car went into a broadside skid. Kreis made an abrupt maneuver to avoid the collision, which sent his car up on to the wall and over the top. The “Miller-Hartz 2” fell off the south wall and tumbled down the 16-foot banking, hitting a tree and breaking in half. Pete was killed instantly and Hahn died before the ambulance arrived.

Several hundred people attended the funeral at Mann’s Chapel with more than 100 floral offerings that included a 12-foot diameter floral steering wheel. The funeral procession to Asbury Cemetery included more than 100 cars.

An Italian Craftsman

The Kreis family wanted a special monument for Pete that matched the person he was. It took an entire year for them to find the right stone. The block of grey Tennessee marble came from the Kreis family’s Appalachian Marble Quarry Co. When it was completed, the entire monument (including the concrete base) would weigh about nine tons.

The job of carving the monument fell to Italian carver Albert Milani, who came to America at age four to join his father, who was working for the Blue Ridge Marble Company of Georgia. Upon returning to Italy, Milani attended the Art Academy of Carrara, training in design and sculpture from age 9 to 14.

In 1906, he came back to America and traveled the country with his father, conducting on-site sculpturing. Eventually, he settled in Knoxville, where he married Lurley Lee Hickman in 1911 and had four children before her death in 1931. Milani received U.S. citizenship in 1931. He married again in 1934 to Thelma Margaret Hodges and raised two more children.

Milani spent the rest of his life working primarily for Craig Day Marble Company and Candoro Marble Company as a foreman. He made numerous decorative statues for buildings across the country, often in a modern Art Deco style. In Knoxville, you can find his work on the Tennessee Supreme Court on Main Street and the 1912 Holston Building, among others.

Milani worked non-stop for nine weeks to complete Pete’s monument. One article I found said the figure on the left side strongly resembles AAA steward Eddie Edenburn as he displays the checkered flag.

More Tragedy to Come

Tragedy would continue to haunt the Kreis family over the next several years. Pete’s older brother, John E. Kreis, died in the early hours of Feb. 11 1936 in a car crash that occurred near Knoxville’s Central Street underpass. The driver, his friend Robert Simpson, was jailed on a manslaughter charge but I wasn’t able to find out what happened to him. John, 37, left behind a widow and a young son.

Eldest Kreis son Roy Harmon Kreis (I have seen “Ray” used in some instances) would die the following year. His cause of death is spelled out in detail on his marker. While serving in France with the U.S. Army’s 31st Division during World War I, Roy showed strong leadership abilities. But during fighting in October 1918, Roy was severely gassed. After being treated in hospitals in France and England, he returned home for further convalescence in March 1919. He married a woman named Kate and worked with his father as first vice president of J.A. Kreis & Son, Inc. from 1926 to 1931. But he was never the same after the war.

On July 28, 1937, after years of declining health and a heart ailment, Roy died in his sleep. He was buried in the Kreis plot with his brothers Pete and John, and his grandparents.

I cannot fathom the agony Ida Jane Kreis endured over the passage of the 1930s. Daughter Edith Kreis Williams was her only surviving child now. Ida’s health was already poor at the time. She died on Feb. 11, 1939 at age 65.

Kreis family head John A. Kreis carried on as best he could after Ida’s death. His farm fell victim to the Tennessee Valley Authority’s Fort Loudoun Dam project. When the dam was built during 1941, it claimed half of a nearby state-owned farm and the Riverside farms fell under imminent domain. Kreis managed to strike a deal with the state. In addition to receiving payment for his farm, he acquired some land off what is now Pellissippi Parkway. He got out of the diary business and started a successful turkey hatchery.

John was also a champion skeet shooter, dominating the Tennessee competition and winning the Kentucky Open title so many times that he was awarded a permanent trophy. He and Pete had often competed together.

John Kreis died in 1945 at age 72. While inspecting the loft of a large turkey barn, he stumbled through an open trap door and fell 10 feet onto a concrete floor. He died from his injuries.

The last Kreis family member, Edith, married Ernest Ralph Williams. They moved to Florida where she died on Jan. 25, 1990 at age 93. She is buried at Woodlawn Park Cemetery South in Miami, Fla.

Next time, I’ll bring more stories from Asbury Cemetery.

In my last post, I introduced you to Knoxville, Tenn.’s Lebanon in the Fork Cemetery and some of the history surrounding its establishment in the 1790s. Tennessee was just emerging as a state and coming into its own.

Out of the 77 recorded memorials on Find a Grave.com for this cemetery, 18 of them are Ramseys. It’s not surprising, considering how many Knoxville pioneers are buried here. The Ramsey family is up there with the Whites, Blounts, and Seviers.

Francis Ramsey Builds a Home

Born in Pennsylvania in 1764, Francis Alexander Ramsey was the son of Reynolds and Naomi Alexander Ramsey. Reynolds Ramsey took part in the French and Indian War, serving with George Washington at Trenton, Princeton, and Valley Forge. His mill on Marsh Creek supplied the Continental Army with food. He joined his nephew James Gettys in founding the town of Gettysburg in 1806 and became the first village treasurer.

Son Francis is thought to have fought alongside Washington during the Revolutionary War. He moved to Greene County in what would become Tennessee in 1783. He and other pioneers began surveying and exploring the Knoxville area. He discovered a game-rich beaver dam pond which he named Swan Pond. He was issued a grant for Swan Pond and its surrounding land in November 1786.

Col. Ramsey (his military title was honorary) didn’t move to Swan Pond until 1792, after being appointed clerk for the newly formed Southwest Territory. By then, he had married Margaret “Peggy” McKnitt Alexander in 1789. Ramsey built their house on a peninsula in the pond, although due to malaria concerns, he drained the pond before construction began. London-trained architect Thomas Hope designed the house and it was built between 1795 and 1797.

Historic Ramsey House still stands today and is located very close to the cemetery, something I found out later. The house is made of Tennessee Marble (from a nearby quarry) and Blue Limestone.

One of Col. Ramsey’s claims to fame was being a founding trustee of Blount College, later called the University of Tennessee. The Rev. Samuel Carrick (he’s in Part I) was the first president. Ramsey also donated the land where the first Lebanon-in-the-Fork Presbyterian Church building was built and the cemetery.

Around 1808, his parents Reynolds Ramsey and Naomi moved to Knox County to be with their sons. Naomi died on Sept. 10, 1813 at age 76. Reynolds would die in March 1816. They share a marker at Lebanon in the Fork Cemetery.

Several of the Colonel and Peggy’s children died before reaching adulthood. All of their surviving children were college educated including his daughter, Eliza Jane. Peggy died in 1805 at the age of 39, having suffered poor health the last 18 months of her life. Ramsey remarried in 1806 to Ann Agnew, who gave him one son, John. She died in 1815 at age 43. Her name is inscribed on one side of the box grave of Col. Ramsey.

Col. Ramsey would marry a third time to Margaret Christian Russell Ramsey on April 13, 1820. Like Ramsey, she had also buried two spouses before marrying him. Col. Ramsey died almost seven months later on Nov. 5, 1820 at the age of 56. Margaret lived another 34 years, dying in 1854 at age 76. She is buried at the First Presbyterian Church Cemetery in downtown Knoxville.

The top of Col. Ramsey’s box grave reads:

Sacred to the Memory of Col. Francis Alexander Ramsey, in his 20th year he was Secretary of the Franklin Convention and held civil and military appointments under that and the Succeeding Federal and State Governments till his death.

He was one of the founders and Elders of Lebanon Church. The old stone church was erected by munificence and consecrated by his prayers. These grounds were his gift to the Presbyterian Congregation which in commemoration of his liberality and his private and public virtues, has erected this monument to his memory.

Dr. J.G.M. Ramsey’s “Annals of Tennessee”

Col. Ramsey and Peggy’s fourth son was Dr. James Gettys McGready (J.G.M) Ramsey. Born at Swan Pond in 1797, Dr. Ramsey received his education at Washington College near Jonesboro, Tenn. and later the University of Pennsylvania, where he attended medical lectures. Dr. Ramsey married Margaret “Peggy” Crozier in 1821. He is best known for writing “The Annals of Tennessee,” a historical documentation of the state’s early years. It was published in 1853.

Dr. Ramsey joined his father and younger brother William Blaine Alexander Ramsey in banking, and was an early advocate for building railroads to connect Knoxville with Charleston, S.C. over developing water transportation routes from Knoxville to New Orleans. William became the first citizen-elected mayor of Knoxville in 1838 and later served as the secretary of state for Tennessee (1847-1855). He died in 1874 and is buried in Nashville City Cemetery.

Dr. Ramsey built his own home, which he called Mecklenburg, near Ramsey House. His wife, Peggy, was born in Mecklenburg, N.C. He was a secessionist and a friend of Jefferson Davis. Ramsey became treasury agent for the Confederacy and served as an Army surgeon during the Civil War. His sons were Confederate soldiers as well.

When Union troops advanced on East Tennessee in 1863, Ramsey fled. Mecklenburg was ransacked and burned to the ground. Along with the house, 4,000 books in Dr. Ramsey’s library that included his journals of Europe and historical documents about the state were destroyed. Dr. Ramsey was devastated by the loss. Judy LaRose, executive director of the Historic Ramsey House, said, “I think he was a beaten man after that.”

The Ramseys suffered other tragic losses. Their youngest son, Arthur, died from battle wounds in 1864. Daughter Charlotte died in 1863 at age 24 from typhus fever she contracted while traveling through Knox and Sevier counties gathering supplies for the Confederacy. Federal authorities banished daughter Susan, 16, from Knoxville for “disloyal” actions. Those acts, her father said, included refusing to walk under an American flag or sign an oath of allegiance to the U.S. government.

“My Child of Promise and of Hope”

There are two Ramsey brothers that are on a marker but are not buried at Lebanon in the Fork. The first is William Wilberforce Alexander Ramsey, born in 1826 at Swan Pond. He became an attorney and was close to his father, Dr. Ramsey. In 1850, Dr. Ramsey sent him and his brother, Francis Alexander Ramsey, out west with the East Tennessee Gold Mining Company. William, already ill from a lung infection, died during excavation efforts in Volcano, Calif. on Nov. 16, 1850. Dr. Ramsey wrote this about his death and burial there:

He (Wilberforce) sank quietly to his grave in peace with his God and his fellowmen. He was the first man buried in a coffin at Volcano Diggings, Calif. Strange to say, poor Wilberforce had a Christian burial in these wilds. A Presbyterian minister, Reverend Davidson, originally from Mecklenburg County, North Carolina, performed for him the last funeral rites. He was, if I had a favorite, my favorite son, my child of promise and of hope.

Son Francis Alexander Ramsey made it home to Tennessee safely. He would later marry Nancy Presley, and moved to Texas in later years. He died in Lake Victor, Texas in 1925 at the age of 96.

I could not find a memorial for William on Find a Grave in the three Volcano, Calif. cemeteries, although there are burials of other men who died during these gold mining quests. But he is remembered on this cenotaph at Lebanon in the Fork Cemetery.

Gen. John Crozier Ramsey’s name is also inscribed on the same marker with William. But I don’t think he’s actually buried at Lebanon in the Fork. He died in Knoxville on Jan. 1, 1869 at the age of 44. Newspaper articles indicate his funeral was held at First Presbyterian Church and burial at Old Gray Cemetery. But no memorial exists for him there on Find a Grave. I believe this is a cenotaph as well.

Death of Dr. Ramsey

Dr. Ramsey and Peggy spent most of the rest of the war in the Charlotte, N.C., area. President Andrew Johnson pardoned him in 1865 but the family didn’t return to Knoxville until the early 1870s. When Dr. Ramsey died in 1884 at age 87, the flag over the state capitol flew at half mast. He shares a monument with Peggy, who died five years later at age 87.

Next time, I’ll be moving down the road to Asbury Cemetery. I hope you’ll join me for more stories from the Volunteer State.