Amanuensis Monday: Alphonse & Gaston Tabb (by Alice F. Peters)

     Apparently my cousin Alice enjoyed writing.  Her short story was placed in the Washington Post.  When I look at early 1900’s posts the newspaper had more of a community feel than it does today.  I feel fortunate to have found this story entry in the newspaper. I am sure Alice would have never thought that one of her descendants would ever come across her story ninety-six years later and post on the world wide web.
by Alice F. Peters, age 14
Washington Post, D.C
December 12, 1915



     “Get out, my dear Alphonse.” “After you my dear Gaston.” “Get out of that barrel, you silly cats. I’ve never seen cats use so much formality in wanting to see the world.” So this is the way she (Mamma Tabb) greets us and we were trying to make a good beginning. Well, after this harsh command, we flew out the barrel. Mamma Tabb tells us if we want to be intelligent, we must do as all intelligent cats do and not say “flew,” because cats can’t fly. We walked around the woodshed, our birthplace, trying to find something of importance there. As we didn’t find anything and as we were weak and tired we rested.
     We were beginning to think that this was a funny world. We hadn’t seen anyone since we were born. About three days after this the mistress of the house came in the chicken yard and after walking around, strolled into the woodshed. She looked surprisingly at us, smiled and went on. Evidently she didn’t tell anyone about us, for it was about a week afterward before any of the children came to see us. As cat life goes on, so our life went on, and nothing much happening we grew a little and now we were about six weeks old. Cats certainly do live lazy lives. There is nothing to do but to eat and sleep. Mamma Tabb has life right easy. She can catch mice. Yesterday a mouse walked right over us and smiled.
     “Let’s try to climb a little, my dear Alphonse.” “All right, my dear Gaston.” “Sit down and rest. There is no use in trying to be too smart.” Mrs. Tabb always has an all right answer on hand.
All the children seem to like us except one of the girls. I think they call her Alice. We always think so because every time we come around her she either gets us out of the way or she gets out. What a hard time we have. We are only two months old and still kittens. Mamma Tabb tells us we won’t be “cats: until we are at least three months old. Well, I truly hope I’ll soon be a cat. Kittens are certainly imposed on.
     “Let’s only tell of our early life, my dear Alphonse.” “Just as you say, my dear Gaston.”
Well, it has been decided that we only give a part of our early life, since cats get into so much mischief when they grow up. The next time we write we will tell more of ourselves.
     But before concluding, we must tell you of a great event which will soon come off. Next week on the back fence of Sunshine Tabbeta, a grand midnight serenade will be given by all the cats of the neighborhood. A prize will be given to the kitten or cat howling the loudest and sounding the most like a human baby. The prize will of course be a large mouse.

(Owned by Alice F. Peters, age 14

Peters In the Newspaper, Part #2

This post is a continued effort to share all of the Peter’s Family Newspaper articles that I discovered in Washington, D.C. newspapers of my Great Grand Uncle’s (Yancey D. Peters) immediate family.
I have transcribed the following article below and bolded my cousins names.  In this article Alice and Carlotta Peters (sisters) were performing in Mrs. Norma’s Recital playing the piano.
At the time of this article Alice was (20) and Carlotta was (15)  They are my 1st Cousins 2x removed.
Mrs. Norman’s Recital
Observations by her Pupils
Washington Bee
26 June 1915
Pg. 4
Observations by Her Pupils,
Editor of The Bee:
     I wish to state in regard to the comments given by you concerning the musicale last Wednesday evening June 16th, was very timely and appropriate and as there were some very excellent points in each one of my pupils’ performance as well as his general standing in his class.  I thought it well to mention these through the columns of your very excellent paper-The Bee.
     Miss Beatrice Carted I consider one of my best pupils on relaxation and good technique.
     Clifton Jackson on memorizing; Miss Alice Peters on technique and brilliancy in playing.
     Miss Claudine Peace is well balanced in each of her five studies, notation, hand culture, piano selections and studies, technique and harmony.
     Miss Priscilla Jones, techniques, rhythm and phrasing.
     Miss Ollie Cooper in making the most rapid progress in all branches, considering the length of time she has taken.  Miss Minnie Jackson in doing things very well, Excellency in notation and writing music.  Miss Carlotta Peters in producing a beautiful pearly touch, excellency in technique.
Miss Pearl Datcher, excellency in rhythm, relaxation and touch, blessed with an admirable hand, strong, supple and well shaped, spendidly adapted for good piano playing.  Mis Daisy Burroughs, excellency in notation, dictation and harmony.
     The small children all did well.  Their qualifications are as follows:
     Velma Blake, excellency in memorizing, technique and hand culture.
     Alma Ruffin, very excellent in notation and written work.
     Dorothy Cole, a well-balanced pupil.
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Treasure Chest Thursday: Peters In the Newspaper Part #1

     It has been a difficult process trying to find information from my mother’s direct Paternal Peters line as I have not found much documentation. My mother did not have much to do with her father after she was five years old.  The next time she saw her father Charles I. Peters was when she was 22 graduating from NYU in 1950.
     Remembering a conversation I had with my mother years ago, she mentioned her dad’s sisters and some of her Uncle’s family in Washington, D.C., but those family members passed between 1953 and 1970.  So this leaves me with a mystery.
     I renewed my Genealogy Bank Newspaper subscription a few days ago, so I have been searching away and came across quite a few various society type articles.  They are a treasure to me as they bring my ancestors to life and give me more clues as to where to search.
The Week: Society
Washington Bee
District of Columbia
August 19, 1905

Mr. Y. D. Peters (Yancey)  is my Great-Grand Uncle.  Yancey was born in Henry County, Virginia and at a young age joined the military and relocated in Washington D.C. to have his own family. This posting revealed that Yancey had been connected with the Navy, a fact I had no knowledge of.

The fact that the Peter’s were going to be visiting family in Janesville, NC, has given me more clues to discover family somewhere else.  I am unsure if the family that the Peter’s were visiting were Yancey’s family or Alice’s (Ray-her maiden name).

Yancey was a business owner and owned a grocery store which had been documented in the U.S. Census and various community directories.

This part of my Peters family were of the Black Socialite Elite as many of the articles will reveal.

Next postings will be the articles I have found in various newspapers pertaining to the Peters Family.

Addendum:  After looking at my family tree, I have answered the question that Alice E (Ray) Peters was from North Carolina…But now my question is was it really Janesville or Jonesville?