Tragedy Near McLellan

It was Sunday morning, June 24, 1934.

Luther D. Padgett, known as L.D., and his wife, Daisy, were making the three-mile walk from their once-shared home to the residence of her parents.  L.D. was walking slightly behind Daisy, and simmering with sadness, and anger that she had refused his efforts to reconcile and move back in with him. They had been separated since Christmas.  He later told Sheriff Joe Allen, “I loved her and I couldn’t stand to see her go.”  Using a turpentine hack, he hit and slashed her in the back, and as she fell struck her in the neck, chest, and stomach.  As he dragged her off the road and into the woods, she begged him to let her see their two small children once more before she died.  He left her moaning and dying in the woods. He disposed of a bundle she had been carrying in a nearby creek, and tossed the murder weapon into some bushes. 

Padgett returned home and tried to sleep, but it was too warm. He walked to a nearby friend’s house, then actually visited some of Daisy’s family, before returning home to be met by Sheriff Joe Allen and placed under arrest. Padgett almost immediately gave Allen a confession.

Sheriff Allen had been notified earlier of the discovery of a body by a cattleman named Ed Fuqua. Mr. Fuqua had been walking down the road looking for some of his cattle and noticed blood on the side of the road and drag marks going into the woods.  He found Daisy’s body and reported it to the Sheriff. 

The events described occurred very near the Alabama, Florida state line near McLellan.  Daisy was the daughter of Lawrence Clayton Locklin, and Hattie Mae Fleming Locklin. Her younger brother was Lawrence Hankins Locklin, also known as Hank Locklin, the very popular country music artist. She was employed at a restaurant in Brewton, Alabama.  Her and L.D. Padgett had married in Escambia County, Alabama on March 30, 1929. At the time of her death they had a four-year-old son and a baby daughter who were subsequently raised by her parents. Daisy was buried at the McClellan cemetery.

L.D. Padgett was the son of Robert Lee Padgett, and Mary Blanche Smith Padgett. Many of the family members from both the Padgetts, and the Locklins are buried at the McClellan cemetery.

Justice Timeline

26 Sep 1934.  L.D. Padgett was indicted by the grand jury on a charge of first-degree murder. The court appointed attorney’s J.T. Wiggins, and T. Franklin West of Milton to represent Padgett.  The prosecutor was E. Dixie Beggs, and Judge L.L. Fabisinski would hear the case.

29 Sep 1934. L.D. was convicted of first-degree murder without recommendation of mercy by the circuit court jury and sentenced to death in the electric chair at the state prison in Raiford by Judge L.L. Fabisinski.  The trial lasted most of one day and the jury deliberated for 30 minutes before returning the verdict.  Padgett had made an oral confession to Sheriff Allen, and later a full written confession after his arrest.

8 Oct 1934. Padgett was transferred to the county jail in Pensacola to await transfer to Raiford. Sheriff Allen stated that he had received orders from Governor Dave Sholtz to bring the prisoner to the Escambia County jail. He said he did not know the reason for the transfer.

27 Sep 1935.  Padgett appealed his death sentence on the grounds that the crime was not premeditated, but the Florida Supreme court reaffirmed his death sentence.

2 July 1936.  A hearing was scheduled to ask the State Pardon Board to commute his sentence to life.  Also scheduled was a hearing for a convicted wife murderer from Pensacola named Lee Clark. T. Franklin West was there to represent Padgett.  Judge Fabisinski, who sentenced Padgett to death, said he did not believe the crime was cold-blooded in nature, and that a commutation should be granted.  The hearing was then delayed.

5 Aug 1936.  The State Parole Board denied the application to commute the Padgett, and Clark sentences to life, and Governor Sholtz signed the death warrants for both men. The date of execution was set for the week of August 17.  State law required a condemned man to serve five days in the death house at the state prison before the execution. The prison superintendent fixes the day and time for all executions.

17 Aug 1936.  The date of the scheduled execution.  Padgett was to be put to death at 11 a.m. with Clark following shortly after.  Sheriff Allen from Santa Rosa county, and Sheriff Gandy of Escambia county made the trip to Raiford.  State law, at the time, required the Sheriff of the county in which the crime was committed, to pull the switch himself, or appoint a deputy.  Sheriff Allen had executed a convicted murderer named Ed Bradley a few weeks before.

The two condemned men had their last meals, had talked to their spiritual advisers, and had their heads shaved.  Thirteen minutes before Padgett was to be put to death, Governor Sholtz called from Roanoke Virginia, to grant Padgett a 30 day stay of execution. He wanted to have another clemency hearing before the State Parole board.  A delegation of citizens from Milton wanted to appear before the board.  The prison superintendent on his own authority delayed Clark’s execution also to give his attorney R. L. Reece of Pensacola time to seek a stay of execution for him.  Since Clark was a black man, I wonder if the authorities did not want it to seem as if Padgett was getting favorable treatment.

14 Sep 1936.  “Please spare the life of my son,” was the plea from Padgett’s mother. His application for clemency was supported by a group of citizens from Milton, but there were also letters of protest from the prosecuting officials and other citizens.  Clemency was once again denied by the board.

Execution Day

19 Oct 1936. 4 MEN DIE IN RAIFORD CHAIR WITHIN HOUR, State Carries Out First Quadruple Execution.  This was the headline in the Tampa Tribune on 20 Oct 1936. 

The first two men were executed for the slaying of a Miami druggist during a holdup in 1932.

Next was L.D. Padgett.  From the article: “With a bewildered look, Padgett entered the chamber, paused for a moment, then took his seat in the chair. Head bowed to watch the guards adjust the straps, Padgett began to mumble a prayer, words of which could not be distinguished by the witnesses. He still was praying at 11:05 a.m. as Sheriff Allen threw the switch. He was pronounced dead seven minutes later.”

Clark took his turn in the chair and died at 11:18 a.m

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Both Lee Clark, and Luther D. Padgett were buried in the Prison cemetery.

The Turpentine Feud of 1911

Pensacola News Journal 3 Sept 1911

The Cooley Tragedy

            On a cool, overcast afternoon in late December 1913, Hyman “Boy” Cooley heard that Leon Rivenbark was at the Flower’s Stockade home of Turpentine operator Alvin Rigell.

            Maybe the heartache and frustration of the last fifteen months finally got to Cooley.  He had heard the whispers. Rivenbark was said to be one of the men who ambushed Alf, and Arch Cooley in September 1911, killing both of them. Alf, or Alfred was the oldest son of Hyman. Arch was his nephew.  No one was arrested for the murders, even though the community in the north part of Santa Rosa County was sure they knew who did it. The Turpentine industry and the people who ran it was a powerful force in the area. Cooley felt it was his duty to get justice for his family.

            So, in the late afternoon of the 23^rd of December 1913, Hyman Cooley armed himself, and made his way to the Rigell home to make things right.

August 1911

            Franklin Gaye ran a turpentine operation between Munson, and McLellan Florida in a community known as Dogwood Grove.  He employed many locals, and utilized about 30 prisoners housed in a nearby stockade.  Three of the convict guards at the stockade were, Leon Rivenbark, William Wolfe, and Alfred Cooley. Rivenbark was married to William Wolfe’s sister.

            Jonah Cooley had timber available to lease to Mr. Gaye, and they struck a deal.  Walter Rivenbark, Leon’s brother, was a “Wood’s rider” for Franklin Gaye.  Upon inspecting the Cooley timber, it was found to be spiked. Nails had been driven into some of the trees. When a “chipper” strikes a nail, an axe-like instrument called a “hack” is broken.  Apparently, the nails were driven by children as a prank.  Cooley assured Gaye that he would have the nails removed, and may have even been contracted to do this. 

            A few days later, it became evident to the turpentine men that either the nails had not been removed, or that more had been driven into the leased timber.  This time Jonah Cooley was summoned to Gaye’s commissary and was beaten severely by Gaye, and Walter Rivenbark.

 

            Jonah’s brother Dan Cooley was involved in other business down near Pensacola.  Upon hearing of the recent events, he sent word that he would be returning to straighten out the trouble.  On Sunday morning the 27^th, Franklin Gaye was standing near the doorway of his commissary when he saw Daniel Cooley riding toward him.  He stated later that Cooley was carrying a shotgun across his legs, and made a movement to raise the weapon.  Gaye reached inside the door and producing his own shotgun, shot Daniel from his saddle, killing him instantly.

            I wish more could be learned about the four days between August 27, and September 1. The Cooley family must have been devastated by the events of the preceding month. Were the Cooley’s speaking of revenge? Certainly. Were their inflamed emotions causing concern among the Gaye-Rivenbark faction?  At this point, it will probably never be determined, but about 8pm on September 1^st, as they made their way north out of Milton on the way toward their home, Dan Cooley’s brother, Archie, and his nephew Alfred Cooley, (son of Hyman), were ambushed and killed. Their bodies were found in the morning by a Mr. Hannah. (Maybe Haywood Hannah, who lived in precinct 1 in Milton, and in the 1910 census is listed as a Turpentine Manager.)

            The Cooley’s were traveling in a buggy after picking up the month’s payroll in town. At the site of the ambush, Archie fell out of the buggy, Alf was found in the buggy about a half a mile away. Numerous shots were heard, and there is nothing noted about the fate of the payroll. There were no arrests made, and even though the locals felt they knew who had done the killing, there was no justice for the Cooley family.

December 23, 1913

            So, Hyman Cooley arrives at the home of Alvin Rigell at what is known as The Flower’s Stockade, and calls out to Leon Rivenbark to come outside.  “I know you killed my son!” says Cooley as he produces his revolver and fires one shot at Rivenbark. The shot missed, and Rivenbark pulls his own weapon and shot one time hitting Cooley in the head, killing him on the spot.  The Coroner’s Jury ruled that it was a “Justifiable Shooting”. 

Aftermath

            By 1920, Leon Rivenbark was living in Rapides Parrish, in Louisiana, working as a Naval Stores Operator, still in the turpentine business.  He lived there with various occupations until killed in an auto wreck in Alexandria, La in May of 1968.  His body was brought back to Santa Rosa Co., and he was buried at Serenity Gardens.

            Walter Rivenbark had a much shorter life. After a bout of Typhoid fever, he passed away on September 13, 1913, and is buried in the Milton Cemetery.  In September of 1908 while working as a woods rider for Franklin Gaye, He shot and killed a black man named Frank Markly, in the woods about 15 miles north of Milton.  Reportedly there had been an altercation between the men, and Rivenbark left to arm himself. According to a woman who witnessed the events, when Rivenbark returned, Markly approached him with a turpentine hook, and Rivenbark shot him with both barrels of a shotgun. An inquest was held and it was determined to be Justifiable homicide.

            Franklin Gaye departed the county before 1920 also. In the 1920 census he is living in Sabine, Texas working as a garage manager.  In 1930 he is listed as a Turpentine manager in Jefferson Co., Florida.  His grave is in Trinity, Texas however where he was buried in 1934.

            William Wolfe, a convict guard, neighbor, and brother in law of Leon Rivenbark was not officially implicated as a participant in the feud.  It should be noted that in 1931, he was the prime suspect and briefly detained in the ambush murder of Aubrey Gainer in Milton. 

            Many members of the Cooley family including the members named in this story, are buried in the Sullivan cemetery, near Munson.  It is a small cemetery, isolated and quiet, located in the woods.

If there are descendants of any of the folks involved in the events described here, I would love to hear from them. I’m sure there are oral stories handed down that I would be very interested in recording.

judgingshadows@gmail.com

Allen-Whitmire shootout at L&N Depot

The Acreman Family Murder

 

 

         On May 14, 1906, in the Allentown community, William Glenn Acreman, his wife, and seven children were murdered, and their home burned down over their lifeless bodies.  No one was ever punished for the crime.

   

             On that morning, a neighbor, living about a quarter a mile away, looked toward the Acreman place, but did not see the house.  He contacted other neighbors, and a group of them found the Acreman house in smoldering ruins.  Upon closer investigation, they found the burned bodies of the family.  One member of the group went to a nearby turpentine camp, and called the Sheriff's office in Milton.

 

            Judge Rhoda, Sheriff David Mitchell, Dr. H.E. Eldridge, and several others, hurried to the Acreman home.

            Upon arrival, the ruins were still smoking. A stiff northwest wind was blowing, and cinders were found a half of a mile away from the scene. It is believed that the house the Acreman’s were murdered in was located on present day State Highway 87, where it is joined by Sonny Dozier Rd. Nothing remains today, but that site is approximately 10 miles north of downtown Milton, and that was the description in contemporary news accounts.

 

             W. G. Acreman was the son of Zebulon Rudolph Acreman, and was most likely born in 1869 in Lowndes County, Alabama. He had eight brothers, and one sister. He was described as being a peaceful, pious, and harmless man with no enemies.

 

             In 1902, the Acreman's were living in Mobile, Alabama near the corner of Selma, and Marine Streets. Described as being in desperate circumstance, they were helped by their church. Mr. Acreman was remembered there as a peaceful, harmless man who was very religious, and a bit eccentric. He had no known enemies.

 Apparently, they left Mobile, and settled in Opp, Alabama for about a year, and sometime in 1903, moved to the area where they eventually died. Acreman had been married at least three times. One marriage record has been found. He married Timathea Nippee, or Nipper, in Escambia Co., Alabama on 5 Feb 1893. He was also married to Mary Simmons of Brewton, Alabama. His last wife was Amanda Sorrells who died that night with her newborn baby. Amanda was most likely the daughter of David W. Sorrells who lived in Pine Level, a community near Jay, Florida, a few miles from the Acreman home. Acreman had a daughter that survived. She was from his marriage with Mary Simmons, and was staying with an Aunt in Selma, Alabama.

 

The Crime Scene

 

            Acreman was working as a sharecropper, and the family was desperately poor. The house they resided in was described as a two-room “L” shaped house with two doors in front, one each opening into each room. Directly opposite were two doors going to the back porch. The house had numerous windows, and the front of the house faced north. Acreman, and one son shared a bed in the southeast corner of the east room. His wife, and 3-day-old infant slept in a bed in the same room, directly opposite. Three boys slept together in the southeast corner of the west room, and directly opposite of them was the bed of two daughters, the oldest being around 14. 

            In the ruins of the house, Acreman was found near the sill of the door leading from his room to the back porch. A gun was found by his side. His skull was crushed, and upon examination a large blood clot was found at the base of his skull leading authorities to believe he was killed before the fire. His body, as all the others, was burned very badly. His wife and infant baby were found on the front porch, and it was believed they were killed outside. The condition of her skull indicated she was killed before the fire. The boys, and the younger of the two girls were apparently either killed in bed since their remains were found where their beds were located. The oldest girl was found just inside the door leading to the front porch.

 

             There was a subscription in Milton, and Bagdad to raise money for a reward for information. An amount of $1500 was quickly raised, but there were no immediate developments in the case. The list of contributors reads like a Who’s Who of Milton in 1906:

           

H.S. Laird - $50, Prosecuting Attorney

David Mitchell - $100, County Sheriff

Balentine & Whitley - $50, Manufacturer, Naval Stores

Franklin S. Gay - $25, Turpentine Camp Operator

John T. Salter - $10, Railroad Carpenter

Charles E. Elliott - $100, farmer

E. M. Gainer - $50, possibly Ella Gainer, wife of Jim,

W. F. Harrison - $25

C. D. Bass - $5, Day Laborer, in 1900.

D. P. Johnson & Son - $25

Robert C. Fleming - $5, mill worker

R. E. Peterson - $5, fisherman

Howard Jernigan - $10, 1900 he was a census enumerator

Fisher & Hamilton - $50

Fisher & Co. - $50

G. L. Abbott - $5

Thomas W. Jones - $10, mercantile store

J. A. Allison - $5, keeper of Poor House

J. B. Ellis - $10, farmer

Howard S. Bates - $5, dry goods, (1910)

Cohen Bros. - $50, General Merchant

Milton Drug Co. - $25

Dr. C. B. McKinnon - $25

Frank E. Dey - $10, jewelry shop

M. N. Fisher, Sr. - $5, night watchman

I. M. Josephson - $5, dry good merchant

A. Moneyway - $5

D. T. Williams & Co. - $25

Lawrence Brown - $5

Dr. W. A. Mills - $10

The Milton Index - $10, Local Newspaper

H. C. Monroe - $5

W. W. Allen - $25

Lewis P. Golson - $50, Clerk

P. T. Macarthy - $10

D. B. Whitmire - $25, tax collector

Willis W. Harrison - $10, hatter

J. C. Gay - $10

Walter Rivenbark - $10, turpentine laborer

Allen & Allen - $25

E. P. Holley - $25, County Judge

E. L. Daniel - $25

R. M. Jernigan - $5

Lewis M. Rhoda - $5, Judge

Chaffin & Co. - $50

J. C. Day - $10

W. A. Waller - $10

R. C. Helms - $25

Morris Littles - $25

D. F. Johnson - $50

J. A. Bryant - $50

Charley H. Simpson - $25, farmer

Dr. H. E. Eldridge - $25

C. P. Jernigan - $10, butcher

J. E. Spencer - $10

Alexander H. Allen - $20, farmer

 

From Bagdad:

 

Stearns-Culver Lumber Co. - $100

B. Greenwood - $10

Asbery P. Hardy - $25, retail merchant

Bagdad Manufacturing Co. - $75

Steward Bros. - $25

Dr. B. H. Alles - $10

A.    Nicholson - $5

Capt. John Rourke - $5, sawmill owner, Confederate vet.

Aycock & Co. - $10

R. E. Barnes - $5

 

In 1906, crime investigation was extremely primitive. There were no trained investigators in Milton, no idea about forensics, or crime scene preservation, so a reward fund would be raised, and private investigators would arrive with hopes to solve the case, and collect the reward. Eventually the reward fund reached around $2300 including $500 from the State. This was how big, headline making crimes were investigated in those days. Private Investigators, some real, some no more than con men seeking to bilk communities out of their reward money, would seek out these opportunities. The Acreman crime brought a man named Ralph Clifford Beagle, claiming to be an investigator. All that I can find out about him is that he was born, and raised in Saginaw, Michigan, and in the 1900 census he is staying in a hotel on Ship Street in St. Joseph, in Berrien County, on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan with his occupation listed as a travelling salesman.

 

 

              Beagle claimed he was a detective, and apparently did work hard to solve the case. About a year after the murder, Beagle physically took part in getting warrants, and making two arrests with help from local police.

 

 In Gonzales, Florida, William C. Smith, (I believe this was actually a man named Kitchen Willie Smith., or William K. Smith. I found him buried in Monroeville, Alabama with his wife, Eliza Jessalena Smith who died on 14 April 1907.) was arrested and brought to Milton. He was living in Allentown at the time of the murders, and when his wife died in 1907, he took her remains, and his six children to Monroeville, Alabama. Some articles suggested that he confessed, but if so, his confession must not have been believable.

 

              In Samson, Alabama, located in Geneva County, and not far from Opp, detectives arrested Joe Stanley. Stanley must have had a fearsome reputation, because the detectives employed some subterfuge to get the drop on him.  They visited his farm asking if he had any tacks, they could use to put up a sign with. When Stanley turned to get some one of the detectives got the drop on him, and he was arrested at gunpoint.  After the warrant was read to him, Stanley asked if he could get some clothes from a trunk. The detectives refused, but opened the trunk themselves, and found no clothes, but did find two pistols there.  Stanley also attempted to get his hands on a shotgun, with no success.  Stanley had a wife and two children, and refused to waive extradition to Florida. After the right paperwork was obtained, he was removed to Santa Rosa County, Florida.  

 

              There was a hearing scheduled for May 15, 1907 in Judge Rhoda’s courtroom, and it was postponed when state witnesses could not be located, and a stenographer was not available.  I found another article that claimed the prosecutor, and judge were under death threats, and did not show up for court.  Regardless, two days later there was a brief hearing, and both suspects were released. The case is officially unsolved.

 

              When Stanley was arrested, the Troy (Ala) Messenger published an article that mostly reported the same information as the other papers, but they added that, “Stanley has been under suspicion as he is said to have had trouble with the murdered man.”   No other references to this “trouble” could be found.  When the Acreman’s moved from Mobile to Opp, did Mr. Acreman have some kind of run-in with Stanley? I got a message over a year ago, stating that the farm Acreman was working was owned by the Stanley family of the Opp area.

 

            There are many articles, in southern Alabama newspapers about confrontations with the law by Joe Stanley. It’s not possible to know if there were multiple Joe Stanley’s living in the area during the same time frame.  There was an article added to Joe Stanley’s Find A Grave memorial that told the story of Jocephus Stanley’s death on March 8, 1928.  I pretty sure this is the same Joe Stanley that had been arrested in the Acreman murders.  Stanley was a policeman in Phenix City, Alabama, which is just across the Chattahoochee river from Columbus, Georgia.  In the middle of the river on an island that is sometimes claimed by both Alabama, and Georgia, Stanley was shot during a confrontation with a gang of gamblers, and bootleggers that based themselves in the “no man’s land”.  Stanley was attempting to arrest a George Chambers who was a customer of James Jennette.  Stanley had been informed of some threats directed at him and went to ask Jennette about it.  During the confrontation, Jennette pulled a pistol and fired three shots. Two missed, but the third hit Stanley in the stomach. Another officer hit Jennette in the head, and at the same time Stanley backed off a few feet, and fired one time, hitting Jennette in the body.  They were loaded in the same car and taken to the hospital, where both died. His body was brought back to Opp where he was buried.

            William K. Smith, or Kitchen Willie Smith died in 1916, and is buried with his wife in Monroeville, Alabama.

            Ralph Clifford, (R.C.) Beagle died in Pensacola of Tuberculosis on 12 July 1907, and his body was escorted by his sister back to Michigan and buried at the Brady Hill Cemetery in Saginaw. 

 

              The Acreman family is interred in one mass grave in the Jay Cemetery.  The grave is next to Amanda’s parents, and an older brother.  Their headstone has the quote: 

 

“No pain, no grief, not anxious fear can reach our loved ones sleeping here.”

 

 

Afterword

 

            There is a very well written book by Bill James, and his daughter, Rachel, titled: The Man from The Train, The Solving of a Century-Old Serial Killer Mystery.

 

            It is the story of a long series of Axe murders across the country that occurred from 1898 through 1912.  The Acreman murders near Allentown, fit right into this narrative.  Even setting the fire after the killing was part of the killer’s technique.  He quite possible killed over 100 people in this manner and rarely left any survivor.

 

             The Villisca Iowa killing of the Moore family is also part of this story.  He makes a rather compelling case, due to the similarities among these many, many murders.  The fires, proximity to rail road tracks, covering the face of some of the victims, and many more examples.

 

             The suspect was a German immigrant named Paul Mueller who killed his first victim in Brookfield, Mass.  Many of his murders occurred in rural areas close to logging which is probably how he supported himself.  He never robbed his victims, usually leaving valuables in plain sight.

 

            It is a very compelling case study.  Were the Acreman’s killed in a random manner by a psychopath riding the rails? It is hard for me to believe that Stanley, and Smith could have done something like this. I don’t think it would have been the only case of this type in the area, if that was the case. Likely, we will never know for sure.

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 I found the Jail Docket for the arrests of Joe Stanley, and Wm Smith where they were logged into the Santa Rosa Co., jail after they were brought to Milton.

You can see Beagle's name listed as the one making the arrest, and where Stanley was brought from Geneva, Co., Alabama. This was for the Justice of the Peace. The next two are for a "Commissioner's Court."

Retired School Teacher Kills Three Police Officers

            A neighbor’s complaint to the authorities led to the shooting deaths of three policemen in Ocala Florida on May 28, 1955. After a siege lasting about an hour, an eccentric, 73 year old retired Indiana school teacher, and his wife were taken into custody and charged with multiple felonies.

            Edward S. Lindley, and his wife Bertha, (70), were from the Kokomo, Indiana area where Mr. Lindley had been a math teacher, and school principal from 1921 to 1930. He suffered a stroke, causing his retirement, and in 1932 started drawing disability from the Metropolitan Insurance Company. In March of 1933 Lindley had a nervous breakdown, and was arrested for firing a weapon at one of his neighbors. He was sent to Central State Hospital for 10 months, and after his release, he and his wife moved near Ft. Lauderdale, Florida on some land they had bought in 1910.

            At the beginning of World War 2, the Lindley’s moved to Moss Bluff in Marion county, and lived there for about ten years. While there, Edward Lindley believed his neighbors were spies for Metropolitan Insurance sent to disprove his disability claim.  Feeling persecuted, he and his wife moved to a small house in Ocala.

            Next door to their home was a couple from Long Island, NY.  Mr. Lindley believed they were also spies, and when they moved, he thought they had trained his new neighbor, Douglas Wingfield to spy on him too.  After some items went missing, Wingfield put a “keep out” sign in his yard, and may have gotten into a verbal dispute with Mrs. Lindley. 

            On the day of the shooting, Mr. Lindley claimed that he shot into the air to get Wingfield’s attention since he was hard of hearing.  Wingfield said the bullet came within a foot of his head, and he ran to a neighbor’s house, and called the police.

            About 5:30 pm Deputies Bob Hooten, (56), and Curtis Youngblood, (39), pulled into the Lindley driveway.  A witness James B. Williams was a witness to what happened next.  Mrs. Lindley, carrying a shotgun came out of the house and walked down the driveway to the officers and met them about 50 feet from the house. She told them to put their guns down and there would be no shooting. Deputy Wooten grabbed the shotgun away from her. The witness heard someone yell, “Hey!”, and later Mr. Lindley stated that he shouted at the officers about four times.  Lindley was standing outside on the west side of the house, and shot Deputy Youngblood first killing him instantly. Wooten was then shot, and fell on top of the shotgun he had taken from Mrs. Lindley.

            Mrs. Lindley, calmly walked back to the house, then came back out to retrieve the shotgun from under Wooten’s body. William’s wife Gwen called the police to report the shooting.

            At 5:46 pm, Sheriff Don McLeod, and Deputy W.G. Ergle, Jr.  arrived and McLeod shouted, for the Lindleys to “Come on out!” This was answered by a barrage of shots fired from the house. Assistant Ocala police Chief Mahlon O. Tuck had arrived with other officers, and was standing about 60 yards from the house providing cover for State Patrolman Sam Oswald as he crept up to a window on the west side of the house to toss in a tear gas canister. Tuck was hit and killed at that time.  Deputy Ergle was hit and wounded as he tried to get to Youngblood’s body. The firing continued for about an hour until the tear gas finally forced the Lindley’s to surrender. There were 30 officers involved during the siege and they fired over 1,000 rounds into the little cinder block house.

            Four witnesses reported that they saw Mrs. Lindley in the backyard with a gun during the shooting. She tried to escape at the rear of the yard, but ran back inside when McLeod yelled at her. Mrs Lindley waved a white handkerchief and came out, followed a few minutes later by her husband.

            The Lindley’s were arrested and charged with three counts of murder, and one of assault with intent to commit murder. On July 25^th a hearing adjudged Mr. Lindley to be insane and he was to be committed to the State Hospital at Chattahoochee. He appeared to be confused as he was led away for his trip to the hospital.  The next day Mrs. Lindley was released on her own recognizance and returned to Indiana to live with her daughter.  The authorities did not believe they had enough to convict her without her husband to stand trial with her.  She promised to return if there ever was a trial.  Before she left, the Lindley’s bank account of $17,191 was given to the widows of the fallen officers.  In 1956, the guns Edward Lindley owned were auctioned and $499 was raised. This was also given to the widow.  The State Legislature voted a payment of $225 per month to the widows for 13 and a half years.

            Edward Lindley lived until December 10, 1971 never leaving the Hospital in Chattahoochee. Bertha lived to be 96 years old, dying on June 16, 1980.  She lived with her daughter in Greentown, Indiana.

              

            

Unsolved Pensacola Axe Murder, 1926

What is now a segment of W. Hilary St. in Pensacola, once was known as Chipley Alley.  It lies just south of W. Garden St. between S. Coyle St. and S. Reus St. It was near the site of the old Frisco railroad freight and passenger terminal building.  On the night of July 4, and early morning of July 5, 1926, 410 Chipley Alley was the site of a vicious attack on two adults, and two children by an axe-wielding madman.

            Preston Pickern, a 34-year-old carpenter, and his wife Hattie had spent part of the evening of July 4^th in Cantonment at an Independence Day celebration, where Hattie won a cake.  Two children, 6-year-old Emmett Simpson, son of Hattie from her previous marriage, and 13-year-old Lucille Cushings, Hattie’s little sister had remained home.

From Pensacola News Journal

Dec. 31, 1949

            A neighbor, Mrs. Ella Martin was awakened just before dawn, by a low rumbling sound she could not identify, and got up to investigate. She walked outside and looked through the Pickern’s window.  Seeing the gruesome scene, she ran inside screaming, “Hattie, Hattie!” She later said that Mrs. Pickern had mumbled something and lapsed into unconsciousness.  In the adjoining room lay the two battered children, still clinging to life.

            Mrs. Martin called the police and requested they bring an ambulance.  The first officer on the scene was Captain J. R. Simmons, followed soon by Chief of Police William O’Connell.  The officers found the room in disarray, and the walls covered in blood.  There was evidence of a struggle in the adult’s room.

            An axe covered with hair and blood was found in the children’s bed. The axe was delivered to fingerprint expert Robert Forrest, and after extensive examination, he could find no usable prints. A shoe was also found in the house that showed a defect in the sole that matched shoeprints found outside in the unpaved alley.

            As the rumors spread through the local community, a crowd began to gather to view the scene of the crime. All four victims were transferred to the hospital.  Mr. Pickern was near death and was only given a few hours to live. His wife Hattie was unconscious with severe gashes to her head.  At this time, the children were reported near death, but a few hours later they regained consciousness.  They both could not remember what happened. They had been attacked while asleep and had no memory of the assault.

            The police canvassed the neighborhood, questioning neighbors, friends, and acquaintances.  They discovered that bad blood existed between Pickern and a man named Taylor. As recent as June 28^th, members of Pickern’s family had appeared as witnesses against Taylor.  Taylor and other members of his family were brought in for questioning.  (I haven’t been able to find out what the problem was between the families.)

            The authorities, being concerned about a growing lynch mob atmosphere, beefed up security at the jail in case they were attacked by vigilantes.  Preston J. Pickern died from his injuries at one pm on July 5^th.  His wife, Hattie was still in a coma.

            Hours after Pickern died, Justice of the Peace, Judge Dan S. Nee summoned an inquest.  On Wednesday, July 7, a six-man jury met a Nee’s office.  Neither the police nor the Jury could figure out a motive for the attack. Robbery was discounted because the Pickern’s were not wealthy, and nothing was known to be missing from the house.

            Eleven suspects were picked up and held for the investigation, but ultimately none were charged with the crime.  Chief O’Connell told the press, “This case is being thoroughly investigated and we expect sensational developments any minute.”

            Police talked to a man named J. H. Perkins, a train dispatcher for the St. Louis and San Francisco railroad. He told officers he had seen a man from the railroad yard the night of the murder. “I first saw him coming from the direction of the Pickern house.  He entered several yards and searched through some wood piles.  I saw him in one yard swinging an axe in his hands, then I saw him go toward the Pickerin home.”  He described the man as being burly with black hair.

            The Coroner’s Jury heard all this testimony, including from the eleven witnesses/suspects being held, but all the evidence was considered weak, and circumstantial. With no new information coming to light, the hearing was postponed.

            On Thursday, the eighth of July, the Governor of Florida, John Martin arrived in Pensacola for the grand opening of the newly constructed Escambia Bay Bridge. An estimated 10,000 cars crossed the bridge in the first 12 hours it was open.

            The next day, Hattie Pickern came out of her coma. She remembered seeing a man. She did not know who he was. She remembered waking up when her husband was attacked, and she believed she struggled with the assailant, but with no identification, the investigators were at a loss.

            Chipley Alley was now known locally as, “Axe Murder Alley”.  All but 3 of the eleven suspects were released.

            During the investigation of the crime scene, police did find three, five-gallon kegs of homemade liquor.  The Federal authorities joined the investigation to find out the origin of the illegal booze.  After a brief probe, they determined that the illegal whiskey had nothing to do with the attack.

            On July 28, Judge Nee resumed the inquest, calling 23 witnesses, including Captain Simmons, and Hattie Pickern.  Mrs. Pickern took the stand and related all she could remember from the night of the attack.  After she concluded without revealing any new information, a man stood and approached the witness stand.  When asked if she recognized him, Hattie said no, she had never seen him before.

            The man, (whose name was never revealed in court, and referred to as, “Mr. X” in the papers.), asked her, “Is it not true that you accompanied me on a party at Bayview and had a pistol which you used to shoot a spider on a tree?”  Confused, Mrs. Pickern said, “No! I never did such a trick and besides I don’t know you.  I have never seen you before!”  After Hattie stepped down, the stranger swore under oath that she had accompanied him to Bayview and fired a pistol at a spider.

            (This whole testimony is bizarre, to say the least.  Not only is any such occurrence irrelevant to the case, but what exactly was she being accused of? Why was this witness not identified?  I don’t believe this would ever be allowed in a courtroom today.)

            After the testimony, the jury verdict predictably was that the crime was, “committed by party, or parties’ unknown.”

            In 1950 a man named Robert Raymond Lassiter, in Greenville, South Carolina, confessed to the murder of Mr. Pickern. He was arrested and brought to Pensacola but was determined to be insane and sent to the state hospital in Chattahoochee until he could be found sane enough to assist in his own defense.

            In February 1959, it was determined that his mental condition had deteriorated, and there was going to be no prosecution.  The only evidence against him was his own confession, and he claimed no motive other than being drunk and only remembered attacking one person. He was released into the custody of his family, who were going to put him in a private institution.

            This crime is still unsolved, but some new information has been shared with me that sheds light on this case. I will update the story very soon.

Preston Pickren's body was transported to the Godwin Cemetery in Bratt, located in the northern part of the county.  (See picture below.)

            Hattie got married to Aulice McKenzie in February 1928, but divorced in 1930. She lived until 1950, passing away in Pensacola.

            Lucille Cushing married Lloyd Williams and passed away in 2006. She was buried at Pensacola Memorial Park.

           In a December 1949 interview with the Pensacola Journal, Hattie said that Emmett had died in WWII while serving in the U.S. Navy.

            It seems that it wasn’t very hard to get away with murder in the Florida Panhandle in the early part of the 1900s.  I think that unless there were credible eyewitnesses, or someone was caught red-handed, there was little chance of prosecution.

Thank you Patricia Wariner of the Santa Rosa Co., Genealogy Society for the old newspapers.

Emmett Elbert Simpson

The Unsolved Murder of Henry Hicks Moore

           
            There was another killing in a secluded parking area, before the Hinote, Bryars, killings. The location of this one was in the Magnolia Bluffs area off of Scenic Highway.  This occurred months before the last one I wrote about, and is also unsolved.

            Henry Hicks Moore left his wife and son at home on the evening of January 10, 1931 and went to the Saenger Theater to watch a movie.  He was not alone.  He had a date with a 19 year old Miss Gretchen Gregory. Moore was 23 years old and  lived at 503 E. Jackson St., with his wife Eulalie, and son Henry, Jr.  Later, Miss Gregory claimed she had no idea that Henry was married.

            After watching, “The Painted Desert”, they jumped in Henry’s roadster and drove toward East Pensacola Heights, stopping to get a soft drink at a roadside sandwich shop, then proceeded to the area of Magnolia Bluffs on Scenic Highway. About 11 pm Moore parked his car down a secluded path about 75 yards from the main road.

            Just a few minutes after stopping, two men, each shining a flashlight into the couple’s eyes, shouted for them to, “Stick ‘em up!”.  Miss Gregory screamed and one of the assailants shot Henry Moore, and then they disappeared in the woods.  After sitting in shock for a moment, she climbed over Henry and got behind the wheel.  She heard him mumble something, but didn’t understand what he said.  She had only driven a car once before, but after a few attempts was able to get the car started and back out on the highway.  She first stopped at a closed drug store, but finding no one there, she drove to Pensacola Hospital. (Later Sacred Heart on 12^th ave.)  Her arrival time there was noted as 11:40 pm. 

            Ten minutes later, Dr. C. C. Webb pronounced Moore dead.  The police were notified. Sheriff Mose Penton was notified since the crime occurred outside city limits. Miss Gregory gave him the details of the night’s events.  When Gregory was informed that Henry Moore was married with a family she was shocked. The police went to the scene of the crime but found no evidence.  The only prints they could find on the car belonged to Moore, and Gregory.

            The Officers did discover, however, two $2000 life insurance policies, payable to the victim’s wife.  One of them had only been written that day.

            Miss Gregory was held overnight in jail as a material witness, pending the outcome of the coroner’s inquest and questioned repeatedly, but her story did not change. The autopsy was performed by Dr. James W. Hoffman, and showed the cause of death as a bullet through Moore’s heart that passed at a downward angle and came to rest in his back by the 8^th rib. The bullet was identified as a .38 caliber. Powder burns indicated he had been shot a close range.

            Miss Gregory was released on $7500 bond, and her family retained Attorney William Fisher to look out for her best interests.

            A reporter interviewed Henry’s widow who claimed Henry hardly ever went out at night. He had been home for supper, and played with his son for a little while before kissing her goodbye, and heading for the movie. 

            On Wednesday, a capacity crowd gathered in the courtroom of Justice of the Peace, Dan A. Nee to hear evidence on the Moore case.  Testimony was heard from seven witnesses including hospital and police personnel, but the star was Miss Gretchen Gregory.  She repeated the detailed sequence of events of that night, and the jury found that Henry Hicks Moore died “at the hands of an unknown person, or persons.”

            On February 19, State Attorney Fabisinski called a grand jury to once again investigate the case trying to find new evidence. Even though the Associated Press had reported that Moore’s brother-in-law, R. S. Clark of Greenville, SC, claimed to have furnished clues to Pensacola police officers, the grand jury found no new information about the case.

            The murder of Henry Hicks Moore remains unsolved to this day.

            Gretchen Gregory married Henry C. Longuet on June 30, 1931 in Santa Rosa, County. In the 1940 census they are living on 81^st Street in New York City, with a three year old daughter, and her husband was a Superintendent of an apartment building.  They divorced in Escambia county in August of 1958.  She passed away in May of 2003, and is buried In Bayview Memorial Park.

            Eulalie Turner Moore, Henry’s widow, married Lewis Kenneth Cahn in May of 1941, and died March 21, 1982.

            Henry Hicks Moore, Jr. was only 2 years old when his father was killed.  He grew up to be a prominent citizen in Pensacola, and was a community activist who wrote many opinion pieces for the News Journal.  He died on December 26, 2010.  He was an interesting person, and a google search should be productive for those interested.

            I doubt these two cases from 1931 were connected. The crime scenes were not too far apart, but there was no attempt to assault Miss Gregory.  I think it was just a robbery gone wrong. When Miss Gregory screamed, she may have startled one of the robbers into accidently firing his weapon.  According to her, they didn’t stick around after that and took nothing.