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One of Charlotte's sons, Seth Darsey, born 1831, died in 1862 while serving in the Civil War[boyett2.FTW]

One of Charlotte's sons, Seth Darsey, born 1831, died in 1862 while serving in the Civil War
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Washington's son, William J. Peacock, born 1835, died in 1864 while serving in the Civil War.
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Two of Willis's sons, Kinchen Peacock, born 1827, died 1862, and Moulton A. Peacock, born 1840, died in 1861 while serving in the Civil War.
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Served in the War of 1812
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Confederate Soldier, enlisted Montgomery, Ala, Co G, 64th Ala Regiment. Paroled 17 May 1865 Montgomery, Ala
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Confederate soldier, enlisted May 1862, Randolph Co, Georgia, USA, Co G, 55th Regiment Ga Infantry. Appointed 2nd sergeant 24 July 1862. Captured at Cumberland Gap, Sept 1863, taken to Camp Douglas and discharged 15 June 1865.
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Confederate soldier, Co C, 59th Georgia.
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Freeman's son, John Wesley Peacock, born 1821, died 1864 in Union prison at Camp Chase, Ohio.Freeman's son, John Wesley Peacock, born 1821, died 1864 in Union prison at Camp Chase, Ohio.[boyett2.FTW]

Freeman's son, John Wesley Peacock, born 1821, died 1864 in Union prison at Camp Chase, Ohio.
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Pettaugh - St Catherine Church
National Burial Index
1828 Feb 12 Elizabeth STRANGE 39
1850 Apr 19 Robert STRANGE 60
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Thanks to James Freeman, Nellie's grandson for allowing us to publish his early memories of his Nana.

Nellie Freeman (nee Cousins) was always known as Nana to my brother John and me, (we called our mum’s mum gran).

I remember going to visit her most Wednesday evenings with John and my dad. She lived in a cottage on Newton road. As you go from Stowmarket to Old Newton there are a set of semi-detached cottages between the road and the railway which used to be tie-cottages for the workers on the farm opposite. My grandad Freeman used to work on that farm, which is why they lived there, and Nana lived there on her own when I knew her before moving in to Partridge Court in Stowmarket shortly before she died.

The farm was Norfolk, England and Suffolk Pigs when I lived in Stowmarket and I think it was Haigs farm for a while. Don’t know what it’s called now.

She only lived in the downstairs 2 rooms of the cottage. The front room being the bedroom and the back her living room. A small extension from the back room had the galley kitchen which led to the bathroom.

I remember going up stairs once and all the rooms were empty. I never went in to her bedroom.

The only heating was an open fire in the back room which always fascinated John and me who only knew central heating at home or gas fires at my mum’s parent’s house.

My dad would often spend his time chopping fire wood for her and sometimes I helped split wood for kindling.

I remember the house being cold and damp apart from the small back room with the fire, and in fact when she moved to Partridge Court my dad had to buy a load of second hand furniture for her new flat as all hers was falling apart and rotten.

She had a lot of little ornaments and bits and pieces all dead old fashioned, and worse of all was a glass case in the hall full of stuffed birds that used to terrify John and me

She had the most bad tempered budgie I’ve ever known as a pet which seemed to live for years (if it was the same one ), as well as a lovely old cat called Tiddles.

Apart from a small area just outside the back which my dad kept mowed for her, the rest of her huge garden was overgrown and wild, and John and I used to love exploring it, or else we’d cross the railway a bit further down on to Spikes Lane to the river.

I also have a very vague memory when I was very young of there being sets of rabbit hutches in her coal shed with rabbits in them

She never worked as far as I knew, but I remember going to a sort of old peoples drop in centre on the Kanser opposite the parish church in Stowmarket where I think she worked as a volunteer helper.

She didn’t drive and she didn’t own a telephone.

There were always sweets and cups of tea and coffee when we went to see her and I remember having a special coffee with a drop of whiskey in it when I was older like she always gave my dad.

She only ever had a black and white telly. I remember she came to our house once and John and I put a video on of the film “Beastmaster”, which she really enjoyed but admitted she didn’t understand any of it. The only thing she really watched and understood on TV was the boxing according to my dad

She did like to put the radio on though, and she smoked like a chimney, enjoying the roll up ciggies that my dad made for her as well as the packaged ones.

Despite all this I was never really close to her in the same way as I was to my other grandparents. We never stayed with her and she never baby sat us.

She wasn’t really part of our lives or the things we were doing. We really just had nothing in common. We never talked of anything about her or her family, and she never took an interest in our lives particularly, though I do remember the dreaded embarrassing question of whether I “was courting yet”

Looking back it does seem quite strange behaviour for a grandmother towards her grandchildren, but maybe that’s just the generation she was from

I don’t really remember any Christmas or birthday presents or cards, maybe some money in a card now and again. I just put it down to her not having much money.

Another problem was that the rest of my dad’s family left all the visiting and sorting out to my dad.

It was my mum and dad who ended up paying for all her new furniture when Nana moved. They also had to pay for part of her funeral as Nana’s funeral money couldn’t cover it.

It is also only my dad who visits his brother Gordon who has learning difficulties.

This has led to my dad preferring not really seeing much of his family even though they do get on in that sort of strained family way if you know what I mean?

Overall I remember her as a nice old lady, very simple in her tastes with not much money. A typical Suffolk “old dear” who enjoyed a smoke and a laugh and could skin a rabbit, but who wasn’t really interested in the world at large and who was perhaps a bit distant and lacking the affection you would normally expect a grandmother to show to her grandchildren.