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The afterlife of Jesse James by Roy Bragg

BLEVINS — On a serene hilltop in this quiet Central Texas farming community, one of the fundamental tenets of American history is under attack.

For decades, Southerners have disagreed on Jesse James’ place in the nation’s collective memory. And now, decades after his death, there’s disagreement on his final resting place.

Read more: http://www.mysanantonio.com/life/article/The-afterlife-of-Jesse-James-3428043.php#ixzz1q49wDqZl

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Photos of Jesse James

Here’s a few photos of Jesse James and another with Jesse, his family and friends. Enjoy

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He Saddled up and rode into Eternity

On February 18, 1915 Frank James saddled up and rode into eternity. Tipping my hat to Frank. Below is a link to an old article regarding Frank’s last ride.

http://theoutlaw-jessejames.blogspot.com/

And here’s a little tribute song I think Frank would have liked.

“The Kansas City Star” (Missouri) Sunday, February 21, 1915

Yesterday the relatives and friends of Frank JAMES gathered on
the JAMES farm, near Kearney, Clay County, for the funeral.

A strange funeral! Not a prayer. Not a song. No word from a
minister. Just a short speech from a man who saved him from
the gallows, and was his intimate friend — that, and tears of real
love and affection.

Maybe, after all, those tears coursing down the cheeks of old men
who had fought with him, who had seen his loyalty and friendship
tested in the “dark days,” who knew of his struggles to “beat back”
to good citizenship, held greater promise for his soul than all the
prayers, that might have been said, or hymns sung.

Frank JAMES was one guerrilla beloved and looked up to by all the
others. Those veterans of the days of the “red border” went long
distances to be at his funeral yesterday. One came all the way from
Oklahoma. One got up from a sick bed to go, and as he helped carry
the body of his old comrade, he staggered under the weight.

When Judge John F. PHILIPS, in his funeral speech, standing beside
the coffin, half turned and laid his hand upon it and said:

“Since his surrender he acquitted himself always as a man of high
honor,” a dozen voices, tremulous under the weight of years, answered:
“Amen.”

“From my many conversations with him I learned that he believed in the
divine authenticity of the Bible,” the judge said, “He believed in the divinity
of Jesus and had sublime faith that his sins were forgiven and that he was
the recipient of God’s mercy and that his soul was saved. He told me that
he did not join a church because that act would be misconstrued; the
world would look upon it as some sort of hypocrisy, as being done for show.
He did not believe that it was necessary to join a church. Knowing that he
had been saved by grace, believing that this was a matter between his own
heart and God alone, he did not think that religious services were necessary
at his funeral. He met death serene and unafraid, confident of the future.

The whole countryside went to the funeral. The buggies line the fence for a
long distance each side of the road gate. Not one-fifth of the crowd could get
into the house. And the country roads were thick with black, sticky mud, and
there was promise of rain in the lowering clouds. Those who went by train had
to go three miles from Kearney to the JAMES farm and there they waited for
hours, walking about the farm, standing in groups on the wet sod under the
bare trees, talking of the old times.

There was Morgan MATTOX who was a comrade of Frank JAMES under
Quantrell, the raider. He came all the way from Bartlesville, Ok., to be at the
funeral, and, out under the big coffee bean tree, besides the grave of Jesse
JAMES, he told stories that made the blood tingle, more thrilling than you’ll
find in any story book, and the hero of them all the man lying dead within the
little cottage.

“Ah, he was the fighter for you — never afraid, true always to his comrades, a
fine soldier” said MATTOX.

There was William GREGG, Quantrell’s lieutenant. who received Frank JAMES
into the band when he was a beardless boy, his heart aflame with hate of the
“blue bellied Yankee soldiers.” GREGG is old and feeble now and it was a great
effort for him to go from his home in Kansas City to the funeral.

“The last time I saw Frank JAMES was last spring when I was down with
pneumonia,” said GREGG. “He came out to my house to see me, and, as he
was leaving he came up to me and laid a 10-dollar bill in my hand and said:

“Bill, take it, you need it, I know; and when you want more let me know and it will
come to you.” And the tears rolled down the sunken cheeks of William GREGG
as he told it, and his voice choked.

The pallbearers were:

Ben MORROW of Eastern Jackson County
George SHEPARD of Lees Summit
John WORKMAN of Independence
George WIGGLETON of Independence
William GREGG of Kansas City

all old Quantrell men;

T. T. CRITTENDEN, whose father, while governor of Missouri, received
the surrender of Frank JAMES.

Among those from Kansas City at the funeral were Judge Ralph LATSHAW,
Charles POLK, Lynn S. BANKS, William M. CORBETT, Hal GAYLORD
and “Dusty” RHOADES.

Immediate relatives of Frank JAMES who were present were:
Mrs. Betty PATTON, his aunt
Mrs. J. C. HALL, half-sister
Mrs. William NICHOLSON, half-sister
John SAMUELS, half brother
Jesse JAMES, Jr., nephew *[recent evidence suggests JJ Jr who couldn’t have been considered a “Jr” because his middle name was Edwards and not Woodson; was very likely the son of Wood Hite who was Jesse and Franks cousin]
and his family, and his sister.”
Source: http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/display.asp?webtag=Zeke1&msg=707.7

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More info supporting Betty Dorsett Duke’s claim

On June 28, 2010 Dallas Hunt fired a fatal shot into Prof. James Starrs’ 1995 Jesse James DNA results…results highly touted as proving the famous outlaw died just as history reports. Betty Dorsett Duke had mortally wounded them years earlier but they were dying a lingering death. Hunt’s bullet, fired from a 1902 news article, found its mark. Luther James gave a reporter his eye witness account of Clay County, Missouri Sheriff Timberlake opening the casket in the James/Samuel family farmhouse before the burial and, to his horror, saw that the limbs of the purported corpse of Jesse James were missing. According to Timberlake, “The limbs had been taken off at St. Joseph, Missouri.”

http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn85038614/1902-07-13/ed-1/seq-12/;words=James+Jess+Jesses+JAMES+Jessww

Femur bones, the longest and thickest bones of the human skeleton, extending from the pelvis to the knee, were found by Prof. James E. Starrs and his exhumation team in the grave marked as that of Jesse Woodson James in Kearney, Missouri’s Mt. Olivet Cemetery, fully expose the 1995 DNA results as being totally fraudulent, at least in Duke’s opinion it does. See photos of the exhumation, including the femur bones :

http://mredjessegrave.blogspot.com/

Whose grave did Prof. Starrs exhume and whose DNA is he touting as being that of Jesse James?

The Jesse James death mystery continues…

Source: http://jessejamesintexas.com/whatsnew.htm

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