We arrived at our hotel in Warsaw on Wednesday evening and used that time to go over notes and make lists of what we needed to search for in the courthouse the next day. The new courthouse stands in the same area as the old courthouse and jail and the Northumberland County Historical Society, where we planned to stop as well. So after breakfast on Thursday we travelled about thirty minutes down the road to Heathsville. Heathsville is a lovely little place and Sue remembered exactly where to turn to find the Historical Society and courthouse. We were a little confused once we turned though, to find our way blocked. There were people standing around under the trees on the old courthouse lot and I wandered over to ask what was going on. Would you believe it was a bomb scare at the courthouse?
|This shows the back of the Old courthouse. One of the men behind the building was the intrepid reporter of the weekly paper. Sue and I, along with one of the more bored firemen at the scene, dubbed him "Scoop Newton."|
|The road to the New courthouse (where we wanted to be) runs beside the white building.|
We finally left, putting the authorities at ease I'm sure, and went exploring. We hunted up some cemeteries we'd seen on previous trips and did another fruitless search for the grave of T. Ferdinand Williams, Magnolia's husband. For someone who'd been buried twice, you wouldn't think it would be that hard to find a marked grave, but what do I know? One of our first research trips turned up the odd fact that his death wasn't even recorded in the official record book at the courthouse. But traipsing through cemeteries is always a fun thing for both of us so we didn't mind. Back at Warsaw we stopped in the cemetery where the defense attorney William Atkinson Jones is buried. Being that he was also a member of the House of Representatives from 1891 until his death in 1918, and that he had sponsored the Jones Act which promised ultimate independence to the Philippines, his grave is graced by a lusciously huge memorial given by the people of the Philippines. Not hard to find.
That night we had dinner and spent the evening hooting over the news coverage of the bomb scare and trying to get by-chance unflattering photos of the on-screen reporter! I scored big on that one.
|I wonder if I should offer this to her for her portfolio?|
We went to sleep that night hoping for good luck on Friday. For the most part we got it. But we also had another day with news breaking surprises. I'll write that up next time. Until then.