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Where I Came From


We are all curious about our ancestors, where we came from, how we got here...

Like anyone else, I was curious so I asked my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles etc. and got pieces of information from everyone. I have never done any formal lineage research so what I write here cannot be proven or established completely but I am not so much interested in that as the impressions, memories and tales told to me and passed down to me. Through that I have put together this narrative for my own descendants in an effort to make them a bit more aware of where they came from.

With that in mind (and with a nod to members of my family who have done research and made the effort to establish truth) I begin to relate to you the story that was told to me by those who came before me.

Back in the late 1800's in an area near Sparta, North Carolina, a man named Marion Sanders lived with his family. He had three sons and a daughter. His eldest son and daughter were twins.

The family lived there for a long time, the sons became grown or at least in their late teens and farmed the land. It has been hinted that they were "moonshiners" but of course, I have no way to confirm or deny that. Several years ago, my wife’s parents purchased a barn on a piece of land in Sparta. They converted the barn int o a cabin and I visited them there. My father heard about it and gave me a contact that he had fro one of the relatives I still had in the area. His mane was Jimmy and his mother was my Great Grandfather’s twin sister. I met with him and actually very near the cabin of my in-laws, he took me to what he said was the original Sanders home site. All that was left were the stone foundations but I was able to stand in the area where they lived and felt a connection back all those generations to them

It was about the time that the oldest son, Alfred (my Great Grandfather) had turned 19 that his father got in to some kind of an argument or altercation with the local Sheriff and his deputies.

Some have said that it was related to moonshining but again, I can't say. In any case, he was shot and killed by the Sheriff and his Deputies. In order to understand what happened next, one needs to understand the times and the region. Mountain Justice is a term that I have heard for some time and it simply means that you avenge your family if one has been wronged or (in this case) killed. Added to that, I am sure that the sons were crushed by the killing of their father and greatly angered. Personally, I think they made a very serious mistake and one that they would regret for the rest of their lives.

In retaliation, they killed the sheriff in a gunfight. Just who actually pulled the trigger or if the gunfight involved others (such as Deputies) was never made clear to me (it all happened so long ago) but the end result was the same, the Sheriff was dead.

Local law enforcement would come after them as soon as the crime was discovered so they decided to leave North Carolina never to return. I can imagine the tearful and heart wrenching goodbye to a Mother whom had just lost her husband and now her three sons, all in the span of a few days. Also, the heartbreak of the sister who had lost her father and now her brothers (one of whom was her twin) must have been unbearable. It was I am sure a terrible and anguishing experience for everyone involved, including (I'm sure) the family of the Sheriff.

So under cover of darkness, they left the only home they had ever known and set out on foot heading northwest. They planned on getting as far away (as quickly) as possible.

I have no details about their trek across country. I am sure that it was extremely difficult and often harrowing (travel in those days was far different from what we enjoy today) but after several months, they ended up in Oregon where they spent 2 years as lumberjacks. After two years, John, (the youngest) elected to stay in Oregon where his descendants (I suppose) reside today. From that day as far as I know, we have never had any contact with his family (if he had one).

Will and Alfred traveled to Texas. Again, the details of that trip are unknown to me. I have never heard any discussion related to the actual travels, mostly I have heard about what happened at destinations they reached.


In Texas, they got jobs as cowboys and worked driving cattle to market off the plains for 2-4 years. The exact time is unknown to me. Will elected to stay in Texas where he met a woman and fell in love with her. Some have said that the woman was married some say not. the truth cannot be determined. It is said however that the woman became pregnant wiht Will's child and the child born fromt hat was named Bonnie.

Will had a reputation apparently for having a very bad temper backed up by a tendency to react violently if he felt he was "crossed" or wronged. It may well be that he was actually the one who killed the sheriff, no one knows for sure. With that in mind, it is not all that surprising that several years later he was shot in a gunfight. This injury resulted in his legs being paralyzed.

Will remained in Texas and became a bricklayer. Alfred (my Great Grandfather) traveled northeast. He was, I'm sure, homesick for the mountains of North Carolina where he had been born and after all these years, felt somewhat safe in returning to the region if not to his beloved North Carolina. He ended up in a valley in the Virginia Mountains where he used the monies he had saved through the jobs he and his brothers had worked at to buy 100 acres. It became a beautiful farm and apple producing business. My father has told me that he and his grandfather planted more than 600 apple trees. I have very early memories of the wonderful smell of apples in his large apple house.

After Will was crippled in Texas, in 1914, he managed to get to Virginia where Alfred cared for him for the rest of his life. He left the woman in Texas and his daughter, Bonnie. He never returned to Texas and never saw his wife again to my knowledge. She may have died but I have no information on her. He did however, some say, see his daughter again. Therein lies a somewhat incredulous story.

I was with my father visiting my great Aunt in Roswell, Georgia (a small town near Atlanta) in my 20's. We were in an area where there were shops and people milling about when we were approached by a very old man.

"Say, aren't you Alfred Sanders' grandson?" he said to my father. "Why, yes, I am”, my father responded. There ensued a conversation between the two men that I was privy to standing next to my father. The man explained that he had been a lifelong resident of the area where my great grandfather lived and was friends with my great grandfather. He had moved to Atlanta with his children in his declining years to be close to them and for them to assist in his care. He began telling us stories of his days with my great grandfather and we were enjoying the tales. Suddenly he stopped and became quite serious.

"There is one story that you may not know of." he said. "I was at Bea Addison's store in the hurricane (a store that was well known in the area and a neighborhood near my great grandfather's farm) on a cold morning in December of 1932. We were all standing outside warming ourselves over a fire someone had built and just talking about things. Alfred was there and a young woman was with him. She did not say anything, just stood there warming her hands. After a bit, a car pulled up and she and Alfred walked to the car. She got in and the car pulled away. Alfred came back the fire and I asked him who the woman was. He explained that it was his niece, Bonnie who had come to visit his brother Will, her father.” He went on to say, “I heard later on that she went by the name Bonnie Parker and was the woman we all heard about a couple years later who was killed by the law for robbing banks!"

The only other thing I ever heard related to this was from a great uncle who told me that when the newspaper that had the story about Bonnie and Clyde being killed in it was given to Uncle Will. He looked at it for a long moment and then put it under his mattress. No one ever spoke of it after that.

Was the Bonnie that was Will's daughter the infamous bonnie Parker? I can't be sure. I've never seen any records showing who her father was but it makes a good story, anyway.