There are a lot of mysteries for me about the life of Albert
Ananias Friddles and no one around to clear up any of those mysteries. He was an incredibly significant person in
the life of my great grandparents and what I know of his life signifies him as
admirable person.
Albert pictured with his youngest daughter Elvia - who he raised on his own! - Probably taken about 1920. |
Albert was born on 22 May 1854 to Moses S. Friddles and ?
Munday in North Carolina (at a guess I would say Lenoir Co., NC) His death
record doesn’t supply the name of his mother and his sister’s birth record only
supplies a surname. Albert married
Cordelia A. Vaught on 15 Mar 1883 in Johnson Co., TN. She was the daughter of Joseph Leonard Vaught
and Louisa Jane “Lou” Mast. Albert and
Cordelia left their home in Vaughtsville, Johnson Co., TN in 1888 and came west
and settled at first in Garfield Co., WA and then got a homestead up on Grouse
Flats, Wallowa Co., OR. They had had
three sons back in TN and added three daughters to their family. One of those daughters died at about a month
old in 1898. Cordelia had either
pneumonia or consumption and died on 20 Oct 1901 and is buried at the original home
place on Grouse Flats. Albert was left alone
to care for his 5 children ranging in age from 6 months old to 18 as wells as
take care of his property and provide for his family. This would be a difficult task today…but at
the turn of the 20th century – it must have seemed almost impossible.
When Albert left Tennessee, he left behind his family and
even some siblings who he never had met.
David Carl Friddle or Pop Friddle as our family calls him was 34 years
younger than his brother. Unless Albert
made a few trips back to Tennessee, I’m sure the only way they had communicated
was probably by letter. Albert
encouraged his younger siblings to come west.
His sister Julia came early in the 1900’s and his youngest brother,
David Carl Friddle came out in 1910.
Both of them established homesteads up on Grouse Flats and I’m sure they
relied a great deal on their brother.
Pop Friddle (David Carl Friddle) never knew his father and I suspect
that Albert became the father figure who he had never had. A few months after Pop Friddle came out, his
young wife, Sophia Dollar Friddle joined him with their year old son Jasper “Jack.” Pop Friddle had a small shack built to house
his young family while he worked at the railroad during the week. It was up to Albert to supply the guidance
and advice that Mom Friddle needed to survive on her own. Geneva Hansen (Albert’s granddaughter) told
me that many times Albert came home from visiting Mom Friddle and told his
daughter in law that she really needed to go over and show that girl how to
cook. Albert also supplied her with
lessons on how to build and do carpentry as well as an attitude that “can’t”
should never be part of her vocabulary.
Mom Friddle took his lessons to heart and when her husband returned one
weekend from working on the railroad he found the house that he had built moved
to another location that was closer to the water and more convenient. It might have taken her dozens of trips and extraordinary
hard work…but she accomplished her goal.
Albert was also the local midwife. When Mom Friddle went in to labor with my
grandmother Capitola, it was Albert who delivered her. Mom and Pop Friddle left Grouse Flats in the
early 1920’s and moved to Pomeroy, WA so their son Jack could attend high
school. Albert left the old homestead to
his son, Joe and he too went to Pomeroy to live with his youngest
daughter. He died there in 1928 at the
age of 74 years old. Albert was mourned
by Mom & Pop Friddle as well as all of Albert’s descendants. He had made an impact on a lot of
people.
Albert's grave up on Grouse Flats, Wallowa Co., OR at Bartlett Cemetery. |
It is interesting to note that
Albert was buried back up at Grouse Flats at Bartlett Cemetery. This is interesting because there really is
no short way during October to make it over the mountain between Pomeroy and
Grouse Flats. If there was much snow -
the quickest route would have been impossible.
He was buried two days after his death, and I am sure the trip to take
him over to be buried had to be long and arduous especially in whatever
transportation they had available at that point. Let me explain – I have taken the route by
car from Bartlett Cemetery to Pomeroy, WA in the middle of the summer. The road is a dirt road with a lot of ruts
and some areas that would be very rough to traverse. The drive probably took me about 2 ½ hours in
good weather. If there was snow, then
that route would have been impossible. If
you drive from Pomeroy, WA to Lewiston, ID – that is 40 miles but it is another
60 miles or so to get to Troy, OR. Today
that trip would take at least 3 hours because of the rough country – back then
with dirt roads, poor equipment, etc – it probably took three times that
long. Nevertheless, he is buried at a
small country cemetery near the home that he loved. I don’t think he ever regretted coming west
because there was no opportunity for him to own land or be prosperous back in
Johnson Co., TN. Albert was a pioneer
who forged a new life in a difficult land and helped his family make new lives
for themselves as well. All in all…an
admirable person!
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