Chris Rice Cooper

Chris Rice Cooper

Friday, January 30, 2015

In January1905 Mr Charles P. Bohlae, Age 90, Is Featured In "The Montgomery Advertiser"

Christal Cooper  1,484 Words

In January 1905
The Montgomery Advertiser Features
Nonagenarian Charles P Bohlae

An old gentleman with a sturdy round figure in spite of his weight of years lifts his hat courteously to each of his passing acquaintance.  It matters not whether the first salutation comes from a lady or from a gentleman the old man keeps live the stately and polite customs of over a half century ago.  A half a hundred times, the old gentleman raises his hat in a stately way to men and ladies on the streets of Montgomery last Sunday afternoon.


       It was bitterly cold.  The mercury was four degrees below freezing point.  The most of Montgomery’s people were glad to hover close in doors over a coal fire.  A few of the most hardy were out in the too bracing air. 


And prominent among them was this old gentleman, over 90 years old, taking an afternoon constitutional, as though the afternoon had been the fag end of a balmy day in spring.


       The streets of Montgomery were familiar to him as they were to no other person.  He had known these streets and they had known him for 65 years.  The paved streets he passed over he had known when they were mere muddy roads. 


He crossed Court Square and doubtless recalled the same place, as he knew it in 1839 a few wooden country stores about it and the little old-fashioned courthouse standing where the fountain is now. 


And the Commerce street he saw was not the Commerce street of sixty-five years ago for when he knew it then there were no businesses houses between the Exchange Hotel and the river.


       Mr. Bohlae is a remarkable link, a wonderful link which connects Twentieth Century Montgomery with Montgomery of pioneer days. 


So far as he is able to remember there is now only one other person living in Montgomery when he came to the city in 1839, Mrs. Laura Fountain.  And yet when he came to the city sixty-five years ago he was a young man, 25 years of age. 


As a man who had almost reached middle age he stood and lamented with other Montgomerians, when they saw the first Capitol Building in this city burn to the ground on a December 14, 1849.


He has seen the city move forward from a village of 500 people to a city of 40,000.  He was a citizen and a busy man of Montgomery when the town was only a rival of Mount Meigs, and he has lived to see it grow to beauty and assume proportions and attain character that to would make any State proud to own it as a capital.


       Mr. Bohlae was born on the Rhine.  His birthplace was in what is now known as Bavaria, but when he was born that political division did not exist. 


The map of the world has changed again and again since Charles P Bohlae first saw the light.


       When he was born the star of Napoleon Bonaparte had not gone down at Waterloo and the Corsican was still a world power at whose touch crowns crumbled and scepters vanished like the unsubstantial fabric of a dream. 




Andrew Jackson was still to line his hardy volunteers behind the mud breast works outside New Orleans and slaughter the trained veterans of Packenham.


       Staunch believers in total abstinence from whisky and tobacco will not find much comfort in Mr. Bohlae as an example.  He has used both stimulants throughout his long life and he has used them as he felt inclined.  The old gentleman can hardly tell himself just how may years he has been accustomed to them.  He believes that they have had a beneficial effect upon his health.  His longevity he attributes to his active life and his regular habits more than anything else, however.  He has always been a busy active man and he has always spent much of his time in the open.


       He is spending the declining days of his life at his home at 415 South McDonough Street where he has lived since 1847.  His oldest child, William, who lives in Texas, is 66 years old.  His daughter, Mrs. Mary Murphy, lives with him.  Another daughter, Mrs. Katie Smith, lives on Decatur Street. 


       On leaving his native country Mr. Bohlae lived for  several months in New York. 


From there he came to Montgomery where he opened a shoe store on South Court Street between the Square and Washington Street. 


He speaks dryly and humorously of his first appearance in Montgomery:  I came on a steamboat and landed at the wharf at the foot of Commerce Street.  And the mud of Commerce-Street.  It was so deep.  It was more than a foot deep.  My feet got caught in the mud and one of my shoes was pulled off.  That’s the way I went up town, one shoe on and one shoe off. 


       The mud was frightful on Commerce Street in those days.  If a merchant wanted to haul a barrel of sugar from the river he would have to hitch four mules to the wagon and then the wagon would get stuck in the mud.  All the business was done by steamboat then, you know.  Five and six steamboats a day would sometimes come to the wharf.




       The first courthouse was standing on Court Square where the fountain is now.  I could tell you exactly how it looked.   


     The Planter's Exchange stood right where the old Exchange stood and where the new hotel is being built. 



The McGee Hotel had just burned down before I got to Montgomery.  It was on the opposite side of the street from the Exchange and stretched from Court Square along Montgomery Street to Lee Street. 


The Crommell Brothers bought this ground and built it up in stores.  There were a few stores around Court Square most of them wooden buildings and a few more up Dexter Avenue near the Square.


       Mr. Sayre was the principal business man.  I don’t remember his first name, but he was very popular and did the business of the town.  Bell and Brother, Phillips and Farrior were all big merchants and all did a grocery business.


       The main residence portion of the town was just west of the Square on Lee Church and Montgomery Streets.  There were two or three shanties and a couple of blacksmith shops on Dexter Avenue between the post office and the Capitol. 


Along South Perry Street there were a few small houses.  In this neighborhood there is only one house now standing that was built when I came to Montgomery, the Woodruff house on Alabama and South Lawrence Streets.  All about here was nothing but woods.  A little shanty stood on the corner of Dexter Avenue and South McDonough Street where the home of Judge J.B. Gaston now stands.  Mr. Cox, who ran the first doctor’s shop in Montgomery, bought the land and built himself a nice home.



       The country around Montgomery was very thinly settled.  Most of the big planters lived around Mount Meigs.  The big plantations started about eight miles form Montgomery, but the planters had a way of living in and around Mount Meigs.  Mount Meigs then was about as big and about as important as Montgomery.


         One of the planters Mr. Cowles built himself a big house hear the river and paid $100,000 for its construction. He put in a mirror in one of the rooms that cost $500 in New York.


       When I came to Montgomery it was not a rough disorderly town as you might think.  It was very quiet peaceful and sociable.  There were seventy-five gamblers in town who practically ran it.  But they were peaceful gamblers.  They were not violent people and they would not rob a man.  They were as honest, I should say, as their profession would let them be.  But they controlled the government of the city.  You see the town was small and there were not many voters.  All their seventy-five men would vote for the same man and that would mean his election.


       I can remember when the first Capitol was built and I remember well the day it was burned.  The fire started about the middle of the day. 


I remember well the times they brought the Indians from up the country between Talladega and Tallapoosa County.  There were about 400 of them and they were moving them out West. 


The Indians were put in Gilmer’s warehouses on Commerce Street, about where the Western Union office is now.  On the other side of the street where the Wolff building is now, Murphy’s warehouse stood. 


The Government had about twenty men who were taking the Indians out West .  I was offered one of the places and it paid $100 a month.  I wanted to go and I would have gone if it had not been for my wife.
      

Photo 1
Charles P. Bohlae
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Coal Fire
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Photo 3
1888 Portrait of Patience Escalier
Oil on Canvas 69 X 56 cm
Attributed to Vincent Van Gogh
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Cotton Scene in Court Square of Montgomery Alabama
1905
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Court Square and Commerce Street West in Montgomery, Al

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Exchange Hotel, left, on Court Street in Downtown Montgomery, Alabama
Photograph taken in 1870-1879
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At the Café
Oil on Canvas in 1879
Attributed to Edouard Manet
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Umberto Boccione
Self Portrait
Self-Portrait done in 1905 when he was 25 years of age
Oil-on-canvas
Located at the Metropolitan Museum of Art
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Photo 9
Burning of the Alabama State Capitol In Montgomery, Alabama in 1849.
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Image of the state Capitol in Montgomery, Alabama
1906
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This hand colored map is a steel plate engraving, dating to 1814 by the important English mapmaker John Thomson. It depicts the Bavaria and Southern Germany in stupendous detail. Thomson maps are known for their stunning color, awe inspiring size, and magnificent detail. Thomson’s work, including this map, represents some of the finest cartographic art of the 19th century.
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Projection world map of 1905
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Drawing of Napoleon in 1815
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In Thomas Rowlandson’s caricature, we see Napoleon back in Paris, looking out over the city from a parapet labeled ‘more horrors’ and ‘death and destruction.’ At his sides are Death and the Devil. The sand in an hourglass is running out and the sun is setting. The bloody hounds mentioned in the title are his four marshals: François Joseph Lefebvre, Dominique Joseph Vandamme, Louis Nicolas Davout, and Michel Ney.
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Andrew Jackson in 1815, age 48. Painting taken from a miniature in ivory by Jean Francious Vallee just after the battle
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Guntrum-Brau 1905 Beer Ad Vintage Drink Poster (Alcohol bar wine mixed beer)
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The Red Lilly
Oil-on-canvas painted in 1915
Attributed to Alabama artist Clara Weaver Parrish.
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New York City in 1835
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Court Street in Montgomery, Alabama in 1872
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Steamboat “Tinsie Moore” docked in Montgomery, Alabama
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Depiction of the Alabama River in Montgomery, Al
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Photo 21
Wagon stuck in the mud.
Front Street, Dawson City, Yukon, 1898
Per Edward Larss (died 1941) and Joseph Duclos (1863-1917).
Library Archives Canada
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Montgomery, AL courthouse in 1858
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Montgomery, Al
Guttenberg Project
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Montgomery, Alabama in February 1861
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Montgomery, AL in 1900
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The Montgomery True Blues parade up Market Street from Court Street
1849-1850

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Montgomery, AL capitol
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Judge J.B Gaston
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Chantilly Plantation in Mount Miegs, Alabama in 1890 to 1910
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19th Century mirror with gilded gold
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19th Century gambling

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Burning of the Alabama State Capitol In Montgomery, Alabama in 1849.
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Photo 33
This is an untitled ledger drawing in pencil and colored pencil. This work also appears in Janet Catherine Berlo's Spirit Beings and Sun Dancers: Black Hawk's Vision of the Lakota World (New York, NY: George Braziller in association with the New York State Historical Association, 2000)
Painting date between 1880-1881
Attributed to Lakota Artist and Leader Black Hawk (1832- 1890)
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B. Wolff Furniture Store, a.k.a. the LeGrand Building and the Imperial Hotel, in downtown Montgomery, Alabama. Built in 1871. It was among the first buildings in Alabama built in the Second Empire style.
Photograph taken between 1890 and 1909

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Thursday, January 29, 2015

In January of 1905, famous Evangelist Sam P Jones Is Interviewed By A Mysterious Reporter . . .

Christal Cooper

Montgomery Advertiser Article – 674 Words
Samuel Porter Jones Biography -  377 Words



Montgomery Advertiser Reporter Talks to
Evangelist Sam Jones in January 1905
    
    *Samuel Porter Jones was the most famous and celebrated evangelist of his time, attracting a national congregation with style, wit and delivery.


At the union railway station the other night, could have been seen a wiry man of middle age, well groomed, smoking a fragrant Havana.


       He paced up and down the platform with the wind blowing icy blasts from the river. 


Casual observers passed him and did not look at him twice.  If they had paid particular attention to him he might have been sized up as an Eastern drummer, ready to offer three months time on clothing or hardware.


       But this man who paced the platform of the Montgomery depot unnoticed has and is leading thousands to the Christian religion.  He has addressed millions of people and has spoken in every state of the Union.


       Had some citizen discovered his identity and secured his consent to deliver a two-minute talk between trains, the depot would have been crowded within five-minutes.


       But Sam P Jones of Cartersville, Georgia, whose name is known in practically every home in America and whose name is blessed in thousands of these homes, paced the platform of the union depot and smoked a big black cigar.


       “Good evening Mr. Jones,” said the interviewer.  The interviewer was not sure of this man.  He had seen him years before and had recently conned his photograph, but the interviewer was misled by the cigar and the badge of the Mystic Shrine on the lapel of his coat.


       “Good evening.  How are you sir?” said the magnetic voice that has changed the course of a thousand lives rang out merrily in the night air.


       “Just admiring your depot.” Rev.  Jones began.  “It’s been some time since I’ve been in Montgomery and I’m looking at the immense improvement.  I always liked this town.  It’s not as busy as Birmingham, but it retains some characteristics of the old South, which are dear to us, characteristics that the busier city has lost.  Not that Montgomery’s not a busy city, but I just wanted to refer to its changing to those customs and characteristics.  Mobile clings to them, but Mobile is a mighty wicked town, terribly wicked.”


       And with this sentence delivered in tones of severity, the interviewer remembered for the first time that he was conversing with an evangelist as famous perhaps as Henry Ward Beecher, and not a Manchester salesman.


       The conversation drifted to the cold weather, and then to freezing water pipes.  Mr. Jones spoke of the average plumber with much of the vinegary sarcasm with which he refers to the average drunkards.


       Plumber’s prices brought on a reference to Thomas W. Lawson’s “Frenzied Finances.”


       “There’s a man, “ said Mr. Jones, “ who is doing a great work for this country.  He is causing people to think of what the land is coming to financially.   Why, I believe firmly his statement that ten men will finally own the country.”
       “Well Mr. Jones, don’t you think he’s insincere?  You know he’s one of the gang.”


“That’s the reason I believe in him.  If he was a beggar boy you think he’d ben an authority financer?  No, sir.  When I want to learn something about ‘possum hunting I go and listen to a ‘possum hunter talk.  I don’t ask a professor of mathematics to tell me about the art.”
And Sam Jones had relapsed into the original style, which after his reformation brought him from position of the Cartersville drayman to the South’s greatest evangelist.


Mr. Jones had changed but little in his appearance since last seen in Montgomery.  His hair is turning gray but his eye sparkles and his step is elastic.
He is the kind of person one may talk to without unembarassment. And still recognize the greatness.  These are truly great.  


       “There’s my train.”  With remarkable agility he jumped to the platform.  “Good night.  See you again, I hope.”
       And San Jones flew southward contentedly puffing his cigar.

Samuel Porter Jones Biography
Samuel Porter Jones was born in October 16, 1847 in Oak Bowery, Alabama.  When he was nine years old he and his widowed father moved to Cartersville, Georgia.  The intellectual Jones entered the legal profession at his father’s insistence.   His career in law was disastrous and he worked menial jobs to support himself and his wife Laura McElwain and their young children.   During these unsuccessful years he suffered mental depression and alcoholism. 


In August 1872, at his father’s deathbed he experienced a miraculous conversion and entered the Methodist ministry that same year.  He conquered, with God’s help, his depression and his alcoholism, and preached around the Northwest Georgia area until 1881, when he was appointed agent of the failing North Georgia Orphans Home, which he saved from financial ruin.


During his time as agent of the North Georgia Orphans Home, he traveled throughout the entire state of Georgia, raising money for the orphanage and in the process changing lives and, in 1884, preached a revival in  Memphis, Tennessee, which resulted in him becoming an international evangelist sensation.


One year later in 1885, while preaching in Nashville, infamous riverboat captain Tom Ryman heard his message and converted to Christianity. 


Ryman built a tabernacle for Jones and other preaches and named it the Union Gospel Tabernacle.  Jones, after the death of Captain Ryman, suggested the name change to Ryman Auditorium, which would later become the future home of the Grand Ole Opry.




       In 1886, Jones financed and built a large open-air structure called “The Tabernacle” in his hometown of Cartersville, Georgia.  For the next twenty years, until his death, thousands came to hear the flamboyant Sam Jones preach. 


His sermons were not focused on theological doctrine, but instead, the simplicity of living a good life with the Trinity God’s help.  This caused conflict with other Methodist leaders, and, as a result, in 1893, Jones split from the Methodist Church and became an independent evangelist. 


       On October 15, 1906, while traveling from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma to his home in Cartersville, Georgia Jones died of a heart attack on the train near Little Rock, Arkansas with his wife by his side.



To read Samuel Porter Jones’s sermons go to http://www.biblebelievers.com/jones_sam/


Photograph Description And Copyright Information

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Reverend Samuel Porter Jones
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Montgomery Alabama’s Union Railway Station in 1905
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1905 newspaper ad for Havana Cigars
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Alabama River in Montgomery, Alabama
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1905 United States Map
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The Cotton Market in Montgomery, Alabama in 1905
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Mystic Shrine emblem
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Mobile, Alabama in 1905
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Harry Ward Beecher
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Thomas W Lawson
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Jacket cover of “Frenzied Finances” by Thomas W Lawson
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1905 Train
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North Georgia Orphans Home
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Tom Ryman
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Union Gospel Tabernacle
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Interior of the Ryman Auditorium
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Exterior of the Grand Ole Opry
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Rev Jones’s The Tabernacle
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Photo 28
Laura McElwain Jones at the time of her husband’s death
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