Husband Daniel Nathaniel "Dan" PATTERSON
Born: Feb 23, 1880 - Etowah Community, Henderson County, NC
Baptized:
Died: Jan 6, 1954 - Greenville, South Carolina
Buried: - Woodlawn Memorial Park, Greenville, SC
Marriage: Jul 9, 1904
Noted events in his life:
• Picture, Black & White Photo from 1930s
• Picture, Photo or Children
• Picture, Dan and Annie
Wife Annie Belle SUTHERLAND
Born: Mar 13, 1889 - Abbeville, SC
Baptized:
Died: Dec 3, 1963 - Greenville, South Carolina
Buried: - Woodlawn Memorial Park, Greenville, SC
Father: Robert Hutchinson SUTHERLAND (1852-1930)
Mother: Isabelle Elizabeth "Jane" PATTERSON (1852-1924)
Noted events in her life:
• Funeral
Woodside Church of God
Officiating; Revs. Fred D. Hopkins and Paul Kinnett
• Religious Affiliation:
Methodist
Children
1 F Easter Alice PATTERSON
Born: Apr 15, 1906
Baptized:
Died: Apr 21, 1989 - Piedmont, SC
Buried: - Woodlawn Memorial Park, Greenville, SC
Spouse: Harold Edward PEPPER (1895-1977)
Marr: Sep 16, 1922
2 F Mary Magdalene PATTERSON
Born: Mar 7, 1909 - Iva, SC
Baptized:
Died: Sep 4, 1988 - Williamston, SC
Buried: - Woodlawn Memorial Park, Greenville, SC
Spouse: George C. PETTIGREW MD (1888-1963)
Marr: Nov 27, 1948
3 M John "Robert" Hutchinson PATTERSON
Born: Aug 9, 1911 - Iva, SC
Baptized:
Died: Feb 7, 1975 - Greenville, South Carolina
Buried: - Woodlawn Memorial Park, Greenville, SC
Spouse: Hazel WAKEFIELD (1915-1955)
Marr: 1930 - Anderson, SC
4 M Daniel Eugene "UG" PATTERSON
Born: Oct 23, 1913
Baptized:
Died: Jul 20, 1989 - Columbia, SC
Buried: - Graceland Memorial Garden, Greenville, SC
Spouse: Sara Lucille CLEVELAND (1916-1965)
Marr: Jan 11, 1935 - Greenville, South Carolina
Spouse: Buice GOSS (1923-1983)
5 F Ellen Elizabeth PATTERSON
Born: May 28, 1916 - Iva, Anderson Co, SC
Baptized:
Died: Nov 23, 2002 - Ellenburg Nursing Home, Anderson, SC
Buried: - Woodlawn Memorial Park, Greenville, SC
Spouse: Giles Earl WILSON (1911-2003)
Marr: May 17, 1941
6 M William Furman "Furman" PATTERSON Sr.
Born: Jun 11, 1919 - Iva, SC
Baptized:
Died:
Buried:
Spouse: Lylton Carol "Lylton" HARBIN (1921- )
Marr: Feb 9, 1940 - Greenville, South Carolina. (Divorced in 1970)
Spouse: Ronia SHELLNUTT (1938- )
Marr: 1964. (Divorced)
7 F Edna Earle "Bill" PATTERSON
Born: Nov 16, 1922 - Iva, SC
Baptized:
Died:
Buried:
Spouse: Jewell Grady SAXON (1919- )
Marr: May 10, 1947 - Judson Methodist Parsonage, Greenville, SC
8 M Cecil Nathaniel PATTERSON
Born: May 25, 1925 - Iva, SC
Baptized:
Died:
Buried:
Spouse: Rose Marie GORMAN (1932- )
Marr: Mar 26, 1948
9 F Barbara Jeanette PATTERSON
Born: Dec 14, 1927 - Iva, SC
Baptized:
Died: Mar 17, 1993 - Greenville, South Carolina
Buried: - Woodlawn Memorial Park, Greenville, SC
Spouse: Never Married
General Notes (Husband)
Dan Patterson grew up in the mountains of Western North Carolina, Crab Creek area, next-door to Uncle Drury, who married into Indian blood, and had sons with
Cherokee Indian friends. They all loved hunting, trapping, fishing, and training dogs to hunt. He became an expert at each.
He was born in a family full of Baptist Preachers, learning "Right and Wrong" and lived his life doing "Right" toward everyone. He played the guitar and kept his family interested in Church and Music. When company came there was always music and singing.
Dan was a member of "THE ORDER of RED MEN", a National Fraternal Organization, called "Redmen of the World". He was Secretary & Treasurer. It was founded in 1765 and originally known as "Sons of Liberty", These Patriots concealed their identities and worked "underground" to help establish Freedom and Liberty in the Early Colonies. They patterned themselves after the great Iroquois Indian Nation with its democratic governing body, with elected representatives. It was chartered by Congress as a Non-Profit Organization, devoted to inspiring a greater love for the United States of America, and the principles of American Liberty. Their "Indian Affairs Project" is to furnish food, clothing, and other needed articles to Indian Reservations. "Red Men's Week" is week of December 16th designated "National Red Men's Week" commemorating "Boston Tea Party" in 1773. Their "Braille Press" project is to furnish financial support and aid and promote books for the Blind. They also furnish support for projects and programs of the Association of the Retarded, including Special Olympics.
Dan Patterson made friends wherever he went. He and Annie operated a "Boarding House" for several years, later; friends and family still came for several days and were always welcome.
Dan had a fulltime job as overseer in the textile mill, repairing looms, and other machinery, but he raised some pigs and beef, killing two hogs and one beef each year, which he shared with neighbors, friends, and the needy. He sent needy families, regardless of race, meat each time he slaughtered, and vegetables when the crops were in.
He let some people sharecrop the farm until about 1925, when it was sold. Then he leased plots of ground close to home and raised food and cotton each year.
Most every week-end, someone or a group (from several states) would be there to hunt, fish, have him work their dogs, or leave them to be trained. He repaired machines for Singer Sewing Machine Company, and sold mail-order clothing for Great Western Tailoring Co. He always had chickens, rabbits, and possum. He and Annie said, "no one would leave their house hungry, regardless how many". If they heard of any family having a bad time, they made sure they weren't hungry. Friends--well Dan had his full share. At his funeral, the Chapel wouldn't hold the people. When any of the kids were introduced they were always referred to as "one of Dan Patterson's kids", they didn't think anyone knew their names.
About 1925, the owner of the grocery store ask Dan how he had done hunting and he replied "I killed four Squirrels, 12 rabbits, and eight quail". Another gentleman in the store says, "I am the State Game Warden and who are you?" Dan replied "I am the biggest liar in South Carolina". In Iva, SC, they still mention it when his family is around. Dan was known for his "Brunswick Stew", which he added rabbit to give it a wild taste.
General Notes (Wife)
Annie Belle Sutherland assisted in getting a statue (Confederate Soldier) erected in Abbeville, SC. Before age 5, she became a companion & second mother to Walter (brother), who lost a twin at age two, giving her an" in-sight" with children. Her love and understanding made her a friend "Miss Annie" to many children. Due to this,Barbara became a clown, making her goal "to CARE for children". Annie and Dan made many friends when they kept "boarders" during their early marriage. The home became a place to gather on Sunday, for family, friends, and business until we moved in 1930. Annie was very close to her family members. Before she moved from Iva, SC to Greenville, many of them came to her for advice on many problems. She was a friendly, easy going, lovable and very caring person with everyone she met, especially those in need. She was one proud woman, during WW II, with the "Five Stars" in the window. Annie was "BOSS" at her home and Dan made sure of it.
General Notes for Child Easter Alice PATTERSON
Alice received many Bowling Awards and was inducted into the Bowling Hall of Fame 1989. She won awards in Softball and was given awards for her talent as an Artist. She painted many pictures and wrote and composed beautiful music. Alice taught Piano and was a Choir Director. She learned to cook and bake when parents kept boarders, and during 1940's was baking up to 35 "Fruit Cakes" for people on Christmas.
Birth Notes for Child: Edna Earle "Bill" PATTERSON
Edna Earle Patterson was named for the female character in book, "St. Elmo" written by
Augusta J. Evans.(Edna Earle was a girl, age 12, that witnessed a duel between Clinton and Mr. Dent. Mr. Dent was killed and Edna thought it was murder, and wanted Clinton punished. She later fell in love with him" - Harold Pepper, bro-in-law, stated he was going to call her "Bill" and Bill was what she was called. At least by family. St. Elmo was Mom's favorite book, she had the feeling it would be a "Classic" and so it was. "Bill" would have
been loved by everyone, regardless of the name.
General Notes for Child Edna Earle "Bill" PATTERSON
Edna had two bad falls --fell off front steps in 2002 and injured her hip. She fell again
in April 2003 and injured her back - Checking reason for losing balance.
General Notes for Child Cecil Nathaniel PATTERSON
My Service Record of World War II
Cecil N. Patterson 34779362
Service Company, 349th infantry, 88th division
I was born on May 25,1925 in Iva, Anderson Co, S.C. and moved to Poe Mill, Greenville, SC, at age 5. At age 10, dad retired and bought a home in Gobler's Knob, where I entered service World War II. Gobbler's Knob, (a smal community) name came from a man who would walk up and down the street gobbling like a turkey. Only one family had a phone and a car in my neighborhood and life was simple. When Pearl Harbor was bombed on December 7, 1941 I could not drive a car and had never dated a girl. Everyone was eager to enlist and go to war to fight Japan. I was too young and my mother would not sign my papers.
In the early spring of 1943 I turned 18 and was drafted into the United States Army. I was ready to join my four brothers and two sisters who were serving or in training. For the swearing in ceremony I was sent to Camp Croft, South Carolina. Before the ceremony I was assigned with other new recruits to clean up cigarette butts off the ground. I was very upset about this task asked of me and smoked a cigarette the entire time I cleaned the grounds. I had always hoped I would not take up this habit and said many times if I decided to smoke that it would make me ill. At the ceremony I became very ill as I raised my hand promising to serve my country in our battle for freedom. With other new recruits we were sent home for ten days to take care of unfinished business and say good-bye. At home I was still sick and hospitalized. Was it from the cigarettes nobody knew the answer. My hair fell out and the skin on my feet peeled off. I was still in the hospital when I was scheduled to be at Camp Wheeler, Georgia for training camp and marked AWOL until I reported.
Two weeks into training camp we were sent out on a twenty- mile walk fully geared. After a break at the fifteen- mile mark I broke my big toe when I stood up to put on my pack. I continued on the march in terrible pain because if I failed to complete the trek I would be required to start basic training over. After completing this grueling chore I was sent to the hospital to recover from my broken toe. After week I was sent home on sick leave until I could continue my training. I arrived back to training camp too early and spent another two weeks in the hospital at Fort Meade, Maryland. After recovering and completing my training I wanted to celebrate with my new friends before being shipped out. We agreed to meet at a place called the Cicero Club. When I caught a cab with a couple of my friends, two girls were already in the cab. They wanted us to go with them to another club called The Trocodero Club but we told them we were joining others. At the club eight of us sat at the same table and ordered some beers. The waiter said I us too young and couldn't serve me. A big Sergeant stood up and said, “He's old enough to fight the war. If he don't drink, we don't drink.” There must have been at least 60 soldiers in the club and they all stood up and agreed. I had never drank before and when the evening was over and I got up to leave I passed out. There were about twelve cabs outside and a group of us shared one. We went to the Hotel Baltimore where we met up with some of my other buddies, York and Loveday sitting on the top step. I had never consumed alcohol before and I passed out again. The next day I woke up with about eight more of my other friends.
After finally completing my training in April I was sent to Camp Patrick Henry in Virginia for my overseas assignment. Along with other soldiers I was placed on the James W. Fanning in a convoy of one hundred and twelve ships. As we set out across the Atlantic Ocean only the commodore knew our destination. It took us twenty- eight days to cross this vast span in our pursuit of freedom. I had six meals a day, three down and three up. As we neared the Rock of Gibraltar we had an air raid. I was on guard duty for Opie Mcnutt because he was ill. I was locked on deck and forced to kneel behind a small plate around the ship. A smoke screen was put up to help shield us from our enemy. The commodore fell back between the convoy for more protection. The James W. Fanning was equipped with four guns. The front guns name was Blackie and as planes emerged through the smoke screen I saw it take down the first two. The next morning we left the convoy and were docked off shore of Oran, Africa. Little did I know but during the raid a twenty-six foot twenty-three hundred pound torpedo had been caught in the torpedo net directly under were I watched Blackie defend us. The torpedo was cut away and detonated out in the ocean.
After returning to the convoy we landed in Naples, Italy on May 27, 1943 and received our orders. I was put in Service Company 349th infantry 88th division. Added to the shoulder of my uniform was a patch in the shape of a four- leaf clover. I became friends with many including Calvin Bingham, Chuck Connors, James Carter, William West and Marcus West.
On the way to our first task we passed a mountain we were in the process of over taking. Two train tracks traveled the side of the mountain carrying soldiers up to reinforce the front line and bringing down the wounded and dead. Many Cathedrals were on the mountain and efforts were being made not to use bombs. My infantry was sent up to help fight the battle. A woman German radio announcer called us the boy scouts of the 88th division. The casualties had been horrendous and as we neared the top the front line broke as the decision was made for bomb reinforcement. After we took the mountain the radio announcer called us the Blue Devils of the 88th, a name that stayed with us throughout the war. Chuck Connor, Calvin Bingham and I were ordered to run telephone lines to the front. James Carter, William West, Marcus West and Clarence “Pops” Redicker were assigned to the cook's kitchen tent. We would work for eight hours each on the switchboard and then the other sixteen hours we were put on odd jobs. One of these jobs was finding dead bodies and marking the spot by sticking their rifles in the ground beside them and hanging their helmet on the butt of the rifle. On one of these details I found seventy-five gallons of wine in a cave. After I marked all the bodies I could find I went back to the cave and carried back a fifteen gallon jug of wine to base camp. The wine was shared as some found this a way to ease some of the pain of the day. The battle had been more than some could manage. I remember on Italian solider reaching his breaking point. He was taken away and sent home for hospitalization. All had seen many friends die in this battle. One of my worst memories was seeing a truck return to camp stacked with the young soldiers who had lost their life that day. Among the mangled bodies I saw the huge feet of my friend, Marshall Hyde. So many times we had commented on his enormous feet and now he was dead.
Many times memories from home comforted me. My sister, Ellen wrote me and asked what was happening. She is a big Christian and the Lord told her to get on her knees and pray that I was in trouble. I told her I was but wasn't allowed to talk about in my letters to home. On one day I was helping out in the kitchen serving the front line. I had just finished and was taking a break by reading my mail from home when a soldier came through and saw the South Carolina postmark. He ask me who I knew in South Carolina and I told him I was from Greenville and lived in a small community called Gobblers Knob on Judson road. He said, “Hell, I lived on the street behind there, Jamison Street”. Another time one of my friends “Pop” Redicker was sent home to the hospital. During his stay in the hospital my sister, Magdalene, who was his nurse saw his four-leaf clover patch from the 88th infantry and asked if he knew Cecil Patterson. Pops only knew me as Pat Patterson and said no. The next morning my sister brought a picture to show him and he said, “Hell, that's Pat”. Any news from home or about home helped us remember why we were here. One of my buddies Bill West could not read or write and I read his mail to him and wrote messages for him to send home.
One day a fascist (German civilian soldier) was brought into camp. They wanted to know what to do with him. They were ordered to take him a mile down the road to a cemetery and shot him. We took his belongings a bicycle he was riding, a tool kit and a fascist pin. I gave the bicycle to a little boy and the pin to our Red Cross girl. The pin had an emblem on it almost like the back of our dimes.
On June 4th 1944 we went into Rome, Italy. The people there were celebrating their freedom and offered food and drink. Everyone was elated and many of the soldiers got drunk. On June 6th 1944 we invaded France and my infantry was sent back to the front lines to hold the Germans. The fighting continued for another year as we made our way to Po Valley in June of 1945. Dead German soldiers and horses were laying head to toe along the road. All of their gasoline was gone and the United States Air Force had gained control.
Po Valley was beautiful. The clouds above the Apennines Mountain looked as if I could jump down and bounce on them like I did as a child on my bed. I started getting regular headaches and would go on sick call. The only medication I was given was an aspirin. After many trips to sick call I finally told them just to give me a bottle of aspirins and I would quit bothering them. The war ended and I was sent to a palace in Caserta, Italy where I worked the switchboard with two other men and twenty-seven WACS and ATS Girls (English WACS) until transportation home was found for me.
I went sailing in the Isle of Capri and spent many enjoyable days in Naples. I was still having bad headaches so in December 1945 I was discharged and sent back to Camp Patrick Henry. It took nine days to get back home on the Monterey aircraft carrier. Five miles from home I could smell the fertilizer plant. The odor was awful but I was glad to be home.
For time in service I received a sharp shooter metal, good conduct metal, rifleman's badge and Italian medal. The most important thing I gained from this experience was serving my country with so many brave and courageous men. Seeing the Rock of Gibraltar, Naples, The Isle of Capri and Rome. The architecture of the buildings and the magnificent statues will always be remembered, especially the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
After 292,000 Americans killed, 1.7 million wounded not counting the English, French and other allies my best reward was being only five miles away from where the Italians hung Mussolini and left him for others to take witness his demise. The Italians were allowed to stab him, shot him, kick him and spit in his face.
Mussolini was one son of a witch.