tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2167305168868160661.post1974437149203269216..comments2024-03-17T11:39:03.465-07:00Comments on Kilgore Cousins: A STRANGER PASSED BY by Johnny W. KilgoreKilgore Cousinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11674328679619645425noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2167305168868160661.post-23708306581435929532013-06-27T14:55:16.931-07:002013-06-27T14:55:16.931-07:00My memories from the night Mrs. Boshell was killed...My memories from the night Mrs. Boshell was killed. I was at Mama Kilgore's that day when we also saw a strange man walking up the road. I stayed with Mama Kilgore a lot after Papa Kilgore died. That evening when I was back at home ( where the McKeever house is now) on the sleeping porch with Annette. We saw Mrs. Boshell walking up the road that ran through our property and I remember us hiding so she couldn't see us because we had always heard that she was a witch and we were scared. It was getting late, almost dusky dark, and we were afraid she would stop. Not sure were Mother was at the time. I found out later that she had told Mother several times that she was afraid to sleep in her house and would sleep outside in the bushes. She always wore many dresses at one time with a tobacco sack tied to her underclothes, where she kept her money. Interestingly enough, she had just sold her cattle and her son made her put the money in the bank. She also had two tenant farmers who lived on her place and the thought was that Claude Green had spent the day with them drinking and decided to rob her that fateful night. I don't know if Aunt Beat remembers this but Uncle Cecil and Daddy were called out to a fire that night and since the killer or killers tried to burn her and the house up (the blood put out the fire), it was thought that the call to another fire was so that Uncle Cecil and Daddy would not be around to put out the house fire. My great uncle was the one who found her the next morning. He had a calf that she wanted and he had gone there to talk to her about it. The front door was partially open and when he pushed the door open, she was lying in a pool of blood in from of the door, partially burned up. Mother actually went to the house to see her if you can believe. Of course, the hunt began for Claude Green and we were petrified. Daddy slept with his gun and escorted the children (at nighttime) to the outhouse. We were so grateful when he was caught. Mother swore she saw him outside their bedroom window one night while she was sleeping at the foot of the bed with the window open to get some fresh air and awoke to someone standing outside the window. I remember when we moved to Guntersville, I found a detective book about this story. Of course, they added a lot of fictional stuff but was still interesting. Anyway, I know these are rambling comments but wanted to add my two cents.<br /> <br />A little funny: When I was staying with Mama Kilgore, we were outside one afternoon and a Jet had flown over leaving the white streak across the sky. Uncle Grady came by about that time and Mama was screaming, "the world is coming to an end." Well, how did I know. She had me so upset. Grady laughed and said," Mama, that is just an airplane." She was a strong woman but was afraid of everything. I do believe the reason I have anxiety attacks to this day is because of all the scary things I heard as a child. BUT so many good memories too. Plan to write those down at some point. Hope all is well with everyone. How are you supposed to feel when you are a great-great grandmother. Oh my gosh.<br /> <br />Love you and thank you for all the interesting articles. You have a lot more time than me but is much appreciated.<br />Frances WaltherKilgore Cousinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11674328679619645425noreply@blogger.com