St. Mary's County Times December 07, 2017 - Page 28

28 Contributing Writers The County Times The Burroughs Brothers, Part II December 23, 1924: H. R. 1664. Georgianna M. Burroughs, aged 91 years, whose post office address is Hollywood, St. Mary’s Co., Md., is the widow of Joseph F. M. Bur- roughs, late sergeant, Company H, 106 th Regiment, Illinois Infantry, from August 11, 1862 to July 12, 1865, who was not a pensioner, and who died January 19, 1888. He was married to this claimant Novem- ber 18, 1876. She is now pensioned as his widow at $30 a month under certificate number 374275. Medical evidence shows that she is helpless and requires constant aid and atten- dance of another person because of infirmities of age and anchylosed hip joint; is confined to bed and invalid chair. She has $800 in the bank, but no other means nor income except 3 1/2 per cent interest on the $800 and her pension. It is recommended that her pension be increased to $50 a month. (Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America assembled, That the Secretary of the Interior be, and he is hereby, authorized and di- rected to place on the pension roll, subject to the provisions and limita- tions of the pension laws--the name of Georgianna M. Burroughs, widow of Joseph F. M. Burroughs, late of Company H, 106 th Regiment, Illinois Volunteer Infantry, and pay her a pension at the rate of $50 per month in lieu of that she is now receiving. Handwritten letter from Mary Clara Leach, dated April 8, 1926, 4014 Edmondson Ave., Baltimore to Hubert Work, Secretary, Bureau of Pensions, Washington, D.C.: Dear Sir, I have to inform you that my aunt, Mrs. Georgeanna M. Bur- roughs of Hollywood, St. Mary’s Co., Md., died on the 7th inst. She was the widow of Joseph F. M. Bur- roughs, Sergt., Co. H, 106 Reg., Ill. Infantry and was a pensioner under certificate #374.275. I do not know the system in such matters, but if it is necessary to return the certificate to that department, you can command me at the affixed address. Very Re- spectfully, (Miss) Mary Clara Leach. (Mary Clara Leach was the daugh- ter of John H. Leach and his first wife, Dena Bideke, a native of North Carolina). April 24, 1926, St. Mary’s Beacon: Mrs. Georgeanna Burroughs died on the 7th instant, at the residence of Mrs. Joseph E. Mattingly of Hill- ville. She was 93 years old and the widow of the late Joseph F. Marion Burroughs and daughter of the late John and Mary Johnson Leach of the 6th District. Georgianna is buried at St. John’s in Hollywood. The other brother, Chapman Bur- roughs, was born June 6, 1843. In 1861. At the age of 18 he fled to Norfolk, Virginia where he enlisted on June 5 for one year as a private in John D. Myrick’s Co. (Baltimore Artillery) then a part of the Virginia Volunteers. He was appointed Cor- poral on August 19, 1861; reduced to rank on November 6 (sick in quar- ters); and then deserted January 2, 1862 from Craney Island. F UEL D ELIVERY . J UMPSTART L OCKOUT . T IRE C HANGE W INCHOUT . L OAD S HIFTS . S TORAGE M OTORCYLE & A CCIDENT T OWING L OCAL & L ONG D ISTANCE 301-737-2636 For All Your Towing And Roadside Needs! Thursday, December 7, 2017 “Flipping, Flopping, now Circling” Sleep time is always an endurance test for me. If you remember, it used to be I just had to live with my husband’s flipping and flopping in the bed. My husband does not sleep peacefully quiet next to me; when he switches from side to side through the night, he flips and flops like an alligator in a death roll who thinks the pillow is his prey. There is the loud flip, then a growl of pain because his shoulders are hurting, and a loud hummmppfff as he settles, and gets the second, “between the arms” pil- low in place. He keeps wanting to get a queen-sized bed, so we will have more room in our standard Country Lakes split foyer, size of a linen closet bedroom. I keep holding out on keeping our king-sized bed for the reasons listed above, and also for the times my husband has also been a “flinger” be- sides a flipper and a flopper. There have been times he has flung an arm over and smacked me right in the eye or across the chest, of course causing me to wake up abruptly and say in a sweet, soft bedroom voice, “What the HECK are you doing?!” even though I realize he is not awake. The other night, in the middle of the night, he nudged my pillow, and said, “Someone’s at the door.” It was on one of those Super moon nights where outside it was like daytime all night. A night I am sure not to sleep. 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