Editors Note: This is a transcript of the voice recorded Christmas Eve talk that Michael Shoffner Cannon Jr. gave to the family in 1995.
This is Christmas Eve, December 24, 1995. I am Michael Shoffner Cannon Jr., born February 27, 1919. This is what I know about the family history of the Cannons and Shoffners. I also want to tell what I know about Taylor Cannon's farm and Edgar Reeve's farm, my two grandfathers.
Their lifestyle changed completely from the time I was five years old until I was fifteen years old, mainly due to the death of both grandfathers.
My father was Michael Shoffner Cannon Sr., born 1892. His father was Zachary Taylor Cannon, known as Taylor Cannon. He was the youngest son in the third family of Almon Cannon, my great-grandfather.
My mother was Myrtle Anis Reeves whose father was Edna Reeves and whose mother was Beulah Reeves whose father was Joe Reagor. I remember as a boy my grandmother had a picture of Joe Reagor and her mother above her bed and this picture is in my possession and will be put in the Lakeside Amusement building as soon as we get it restored.
I am named after Michael Shoffner, my five times great-grandfather who was born in 1721 and who came to this country in 1760. He was born in Frankfurt, Germany and he landed in Philadelphia and moved to North Carolina soon after.
We are very fortunate that some members of the Shoffner family worked to leave us with extensive records of the Shoffner family. I have a red bound book of the Shoffner family that goes up to my father's time. I also have a fifty-six typed page history of the Shoffner family that I was able to copy from the records of my grandmother Cannon Moore's family about twenty years ago.
As I stated before my father was Michael Shoffner Cannon Sr. born in 1892. His mother was Mary Shoffner Moore born in 1864. Her mother was Emma A. Shoffner born in 1845. Emma Shoffner had about ten children and she raised about eight of them. Her father was Michael Shoffner born in 1818. His father was John Shoffner born in 1787. His father was Martin Shoffner born in 1758. He was born in Germany and came to this country at the age of 2 years. His father was Michael Shoffner, born in 1721 in Frankfurt, Germany and he settled in North Carolina in 1760. Much of North Carolina at that time was a virgin wilderness, filled with fish, game and Indians. They lived in what was later to become Orange County, North Carolina, where they had about one thousand acres of land on the Alamance River.
The first battle of the Revolutionary War was fought on the Alamance River in May of 1771. It was fought on Michael Shoffner's land. There is a large stone marker on the battlefield now. The three oldest boys of Michael Shoffner fought in this battle. There were about two thousand American farmers in the battle and they fought against twelve hundred trained British soldiers. The Americans lost and about two hundred of them were killed or wounded. There is a park there with a big stone marker and on May 20th of each year they have a state holiday because of this battle. We have a pretty famous ancestor there, Michael Shoffner.
The battle of Alamance was caused by the fact that the British established the Church of England as the official church and made the Americans of other faiths pay a tax to the Church of England. This tax became a heavy burden to support and caused much unrest and resentment among the Lutheran Cannons and other farmers.
About 1802, John Shoffner, the teenage son of Martin Shoffner came to what later would be Bedford County, Tennessee on a survey crew. He saw a Country of clear rivers teaming with fish, lowlands with thick cane bricks and a high ground covered with dense forest of large walnut, oak, chestnut and poplar trees.
It also had many straight tall cedar trees. The woods were full of game and the Indians were friendly. He came back to North Carolina with these glowing reports and a few years later in 1808 his father Martin and his uncle Peter moved to Bedford County to claim the best Duck River bottom lands that were on Thompson Creek. They claimed these under the Federal Land Grant for Soldiers of the Revolutionary War. Each soldier got one hundred and sixty acres. It was completely wooded forest here and there were no roads. They only had Indian trails and game trails. The came in covered wagons pulled by mules from North Carolina and Martin built his first house out of Cedar. It was so very plentiful and at the time they used cedar to make all of their fences. They would split the rails and make rail fences that would zigzag. They were zigzagged to make them stand up better and all the fences in Tennessee were built this way for years and years because they had so much cedar. Tennessee history states that in 1810 Bedford County was the first place to be settled by white people in Tennessee. Our ancestors came two years earlier, so they probably were the first. They picked out their land about five miles east of what is now Shelbyville, in Bedford County, Tennessee, which is now reached by the new Talahoma highway.
Almon Cannon, my great grandfather came a few years later by a ox wagon from Georgia. Actually his people came from North Carolina too and then went to Georgia and about a generation later he came from Georgia up to Tennessee, but he settled on land about two miles east of Shelbyville and much later he moved to the hill land, five miles east of Shelbyville, which he and his son Taylor Cannon started clearing. The land was covered with large walnut, oak, chestnut, poplar and cedar trees. Almon had three wives and each had two or three children by him.
Taylor Cannon, my grandfather, was the youngest son in his third family and they lived at this location, two miles from Shelbyville until Taylor was old enough to clear land for a larger farm. That location was five miles from Shelbyville and consists of 220 acres.
By 1875 Almon and sons John and Taylor moved to the hill land south of Talahoma Highway. The Shoffner's already owned the Duck river bottomland across the road from where the Cannon's settled. My father told me that they settled in the hills because they were worried about fever in the lowlands, but actually the lowlands had been taken up about twenty years before, so actually it wasn't available to them anyway.
They had to cut the farm out of the forest and they finally ended up with about 750 acres. Over the years they bought farm after farm of 160 acres to add to their original 160 acres to reach the final total of 750 acres in the Taylor Cannon farm. They had to completely clear the land. Of course, they only cleared a little bit at a time. It was a slow process. The tree stumps were hard wood and would not rot. It must have taken many years to burn and dig up all those stumps. They were all gone by the time I came around in 1926 or sixty-six years later after the time they move there. All the stumps were gone but the ground was covered with rocks about as big as your head. I asked my father where they came from and he told me that the rocks were mixed with the soil and as they plowed the soil and they had erosion, the dirt washed away and left the rocks on top of the ground. When my father bought some of the land he paid people to go out with wagons and pick up the rocks and pile them up and put them in the washed out gullies. With all the rocks it was hard to mow. They were so big that you could hardly mow the grass.
At the time of the Civil War, Taylor Cannon lived on rented land two miles east of Shelbyville with his father and mother. He was not old enough for military service, but was old enough to help on the farm. At one time I heard, he sold watermelons to the Federal Troops when they came through and they ate the watermelons but didn't want to pay him so he went up to an officer and told him what had happened and the officer made the Privates pay for the watermelons.
The people of Tennessee couldn't really make up their minds who to fight for. Half of them fought for the South and half of them fought for the North. John Shoffner had two son-in-laws who fought for the south and two fight for the North. Taylor Cannon had a half brother fight for the South for a while and then he went and fought for the North. His reason for changing sides was because while he was fighting for the South, he was wounded and came home to recuperate. While he was there on the farm recuperating, the Confederate soldiers came through and took everything they had. They took all the hogs, horses and chickens and left them with nothing. They got started back with the chickens because on old hen had started a nest out in the weeds and she hatched her baby chicks. He was so mad about this incident that when he had recovered, he went out and joined the Union army and fought for the North for the rest of the war.
When Almon Cannon grew old, Taylor Cannon took over all the farming operations. My dad told me, at one time his job and Alma's job was to shell corn and feed the hogs every night because Alma was too old and my father was too young to go out and do hard farm work. Taylor Cannon took care of the farm when Alma was old but when Taylor got old there was no one to help him with the farm.
Taylor met Mary Moore, my grandmother, when they were swimming on the Duck River and he started dating her. She had a lot of doubts about marrying him because he was so much older than she. He was about ten or twelve years older than she was, but the fact that he had a house and a going farm made up for the age difference, so she soon decided to marry him. After they were married, she had seven children. She had a child about every two years except for the last two steps that were about four years apart.
I am going to try to describe the Cannon's home place, the farm and the house. The Cannon's home was about two football field lengths from the highway and it was a large two-story house built of Poplar. Looking at the front of the house, you could see that it was built on about eight foot limestone wall and it had a full length porch with large pillars across the front of the house. There were twelve steps to the porch about 20 feet wide. It had a second story with another full-length porch that was supported by big posts. The main part of the house had four big rooms, two on each side and a hallway thru the middle with a stairway going up to the second floor. The main living room was on the first floor to the right. I don't remember what was in the other rooms, but they had a big wood- burning fireplace, about five feet wide and five feet high and they would put a big log in the back and smaller logs in the front to keep that part of the house warm. When you went on thru the hallway you came out onto another porch, which was running the same length as the large kitchen and dining room. There was a little separation there in case of a fire, which gave a better chance of saving the house. On the back porch there was a sink with a pipe carrying spring water from the hill that flowed at all times. I could not understand that because I couldn't do that at home. They didn't have any facilities inside so they got all the water they needed from the pipe in the sink.
They also had four rooms upstairs. The second floor was the same size as the bottom floor and the roof was over that floor. I don't know what the roof was made of. I can't remember that.
The Cannon home was in a very small valley. It was only about two football fields wide. On each side were steep hills, so the house was there in a sharp valley. Facing the house to the left were several out buildings where they had a smoke house, a place for the buggy, corn cribs and things like that and then against the steep hill they had two big barns. My grandfather always built the barns up against these hills so that he could drive his wagons with the hay right into the second floor. The front of the barn was two stories high and in the back of the barn it was one story.
The hills had springs everywhere and to the left of the house was the springhouse where they kept their milk and butter. It was enclosed by limestone rock. The farm consisted of several hills that were fairly steep and they plowed around and around the hills and of course there was a lot of erosion. They raised mostly corn, which they had to feed to the mules and chickens, hogs and cows. They raised many hogs. They also grew a lot of watermelons that they took to town to sell for extra money.
On one visit when I was about three or four years old, a old rooster jumped on me and I remember my grandmother getting excited and saying the rooster was trying to put my eyes out. Roosters will often go for the eyes whenever they are fighting, so she killed the rooster and made dumplings out of him. They also had geese and I was afraid of them because the geese would chase me. They liked to chase little boys.
They also had kittens in the yard by the corncrib and I use to play with them. My grandmother told me not to get near the corncrib because the hogs could get underneath it where there were a lot of fleas from the hogs. At that time they were not able to kill fleas, insects and roaches because they didn't have anything to kill them with.
The Cannons had a buggy and wagons in the shed, but I can't remember ever seeing an automobile. I don't think they ever had an automobile.
At one time, across the road, they had a sawmill and it was powered by a big steam-tractor. It sat back from the saw about thirty feet and used a big belt about eight inches wide and a quarter inch thick. Later I learned that this steam tractor exploded and killed the man operating it. This was a fairly common occurrence.
My father had four sisters and some of them got married and brought their children back to the farm where Taylor had to take care of them in his old age. I think some of his son-in-laws came back to help Taylor farm. He was so old that he was not able to take care of his seven hundred acres and his sons would not help him do the farming. I don't really know the reason for this.
His third son Wilburn, the youngest of the seven children was in the Army in France during World War I. He was in a machine gun group and he was gassed over there and when he came back, for a year he was not able to do anything. He was never able to farm.
The oldest son Everett went to Florida instead of helping him farm and tried to start a pecan orchard and after a few years failed at that, because it takes a long time to get pecan trees started. I don't understand why he did not stay at the home place and farm there.
My daddy, Mike, was the only one that went off to college. When he got out of college he went to Florida and bought some land and tried to get started farming.
There was nobody there at the homestead to really help keep things going and he worked until he had a stroke at age seventy-six. He lived about a week in bed. I remember coming up from Anniston, Alabama a few days before he died. I was six years old at that time.
After his death they had a farm auction and there were hundreds and hundreds of people. I remember going to the auction. They were auctioning the animals and wagons and the plows and the land. Inside they were auctioning the furniture and everything else.
My grandmother only got a child's portion that was only an eighth of the total value. Out of that eighth she got forty acres of land that she gave to her youngest daughter and her husband. They agreed that she could live with them for the rest of her life. About three to four years later her daughter died and her son-in-law remarried and she tried to live with them but it didn't work out. She had a pretty hard time and ended up with nothing.
The land ended up in five parts. My father bought two parts. They were separated by the home place where the Cannon house and barns were located. There was a house on one of the parts that my father bought.
As I said, the front part of the Taylor Cannon house was built on an eight-foot limestone wall. In order to get into the house you had to climb about twelve wooden steps that were about fifteen feet wide. Both the first and second story porches had a wooden rail and banisters to keep the children from falling off. Looking at the front of the house there was a door into a room on the left side behind the limestone wall in which they stored all their potatoes and canned fruits and vegetables.
The ten-room house was built for both the families of Almon and Taylor Cannon. There was never a time when there was not at least two families living there. At times there were three. There was no running water in the house, not even in the kitchen. As I said before, they had piped the spring water to a sink on the outside porch. There were no bath facilities. They used an outside privy. The front yard was fenced with a wooden picket fence. They had a large fenced garden which the men plowed and planted in the spring, but left to the women to keep the weeds out and to harvest and can food for the winter. There was a time when they used as many as seven teams of mules for plowing.
There were two other houses on the farm for workers. They hired Negro drivers to help with the plowing when there was a lot of plowing to do. There were never any slaves on the Cannon farm although the Shoffners had many slaves.
There was a small spring fed branch running down the center of the hollow which passed the house about two hundred feet to the right and flowed on toward the highway and passed the highway into a creek on the other side.
The best and most level land was on top of the hill. Some of the tops came together and formed as much as forty-acre fields high in the sky. You could see for miles in all directions from the top of these hills. Taylor planted large fruit orchards on top of the highest hills. He did this because in the spring the fruit blossoms on the top of the hills were exposed to the wind and would not be killed due to frost. They would be killed if they were planted lower down. Some years he would be the only one with fruit, so he could sell at a good price. He had to pay a big price for planting on top of the hills, because there would be a thirty-minute climb to get to the orchard.
I remember a large party with my father, grandparents and family climbing to the top of the hill to the apple orchard with the cider mill to make cider. I remember on the way up my grandfather Reeves telling me not to drink too much cider because it would make me sick.
Fifteen years ago I was on top of one of these hills and pear trees were still living that Taylor had planted many years ago.
Grandpa Reeves had a farm about two miles east of Shelbyville and he cleared most of this land, but it was Duck river bottomland except for the part that was near the road where the house was built. That part was limestone out crops and rocks and it was used as a horse lot and he had a modest house there. It was a one-story five-room house, made out of wood, probably poplar. He had a real nice eighty-acre field that would flood once in awhile from the Duck river and he usually planted this in wheat or corn.
My mother was born in the house on Grandpa Reeves farm. My dad lived about four miles further out. They brought him by for a visit to see the new baby who was my mother. Later when they were going to high school, he would come by in a buggy and pick my mother up to take her into Shelbyville to school.
By the time I came around, my grandpa Reeves had moved into Shelbyville and only about six or seven blocks from the center of town. There he built a big house that consisted of six rooms downstairs and two rooms and a hall upstairs. Looking at the house there was a large porch that was only about six or eight inches above ground level and the porch was about half way across the front of the house. The back of the house was about five feet off the ground so there was a slope there. Underneath the house in the back there was a room where they stored canned fruits and vegetables that my grandmother had put up in jars. Every room in the house had coal-burning fireplaces. They had a hall that went all the way through the house and on the right side the first room was a parlor. This is the room where they had all the best furniture and they only used it when company came. The next room on the right in back was the living room. In the living room they also had a big bed and dresser, a fireplace and quite a few rockers where people usually sat. The third room on the back was the room where my grandmother and grandfather slept. They had a bed in there and this was the room where they added the bathroom facilities. When they first built the house they did not have any bathroom facilities, so on one side of the room they put a bathtub and on the other side they put a commode. During the winter they couldn't keep things from freezing, because the house was only heated by a fireplace and a cook stove in the kitchen, so they would have to cut off all the water and drain it out and over the bathtub he would hang his sausage. They would put sausage up in cloth bags and then they would hang it up to let it dry and get harder and then it would keep a long time but the room was almost always ice box temperature. Then in the hall that went all the way to the back they had a big chest type icebox that they would put on hundred pounds of ice in. Quite often he would put newspapers around the ice to keep it from melting so fast, but that would reduce the temperature that the icebox could keep. At the end of the hallway, there was a straight long stairway going upstairs. It was a tall climb because the rooms all had ten foot ceilings. Then coming into the front of the house on the left hand side was a big bedroom with a coal-burning fireplace and this was the room my mother and father slept and my sisters and I were born. The next room back on the left hand side was a big dining room with a big table and some nice cabinets to put her silverware and dinnerware in. Behind that was the kitchen that had a big wooden table covered with oilcloth and in the center there was always all types of jellies and jams. In the corner was what they called a safe and it was a place where they put food. It was screened so that no insects could get in. Her big wood burning stove was what furnished most of the heat for the house but it really only heated that room. Whenever you wanted to take a bath you had to put water on the stove to heat and you would put the washtub in front of the stove so you could keep warm while you took a bath.
To the left outside there was a row of wooden buildings with partitions in between. In the first was a broom factory. My grandfather Reeves made brooms. I learned to make little brooms by watching him. There was a machine that you worked with your foot that rolled wire around the wooden broom handle. A wire was rolled around the handle you put broom corn, they called it, on and kept going round and round and adding more broom corn and holding it on the stick with the wire. After you got enough on the handle you put a tack in to keep the wire from unraveling and then you would take the broom over to the clamp because the broom at this time would be round. So you would clamp it flat and take thread and sew it back and forth as you have seen on the broom before.
He had a man living on the farm that would plant corn every two weeks so they would have roasting ears and he would bring them every morning to my grandfather who had regular routes of people who wanted corn. He would also take the corn to grocery stores to sell. The man also grew watermelons and cantaloupes and he would bring those in also. My grandfather also grew tomatoes, peppers and all kinds of vegetables that he would sell, so he was a truck farmer. They had a big garden in the back and to the right of the house and he would also rent other lots and plant other gardens in them.
Next to the broom factory there was a room for coal. They would buy coal and put it in there and next to that there was a room for the stove wood. In order to be able to cook right on the stove the wood had to be well seasoned. The wood had to be cut up into small pieces and kept dry so it would be ready to put into the stove. My grandmother would really raise cane if she didn't have the right kind of wood. The firebox was really small and you couldn't keep an even fire unless your wood was perfect. Next to that was a storage room and next to that was a place where she had chicken coops where she put her chickens. She wasn't raising chickens in town, but she would buy them live. You had to buy chickens live because you could not get them killed in the store and she would put them in the pen and feed them for a week or two before she would kill them. She would ring their necks to kill them and then she would heat some hot water and pour it over the chickens so she could pick the feathers off. When the feathers were all off she would singe them to get the last bit of feathers and down off and then she would cut them up. Chickens were twenty-five cents a pound alive which was expensive. At that time money was real tight and you could buy a loaf of bread for four cents and so twenty-five cents was a lot of money and the only way they got chickens was for the farmers to bring them in to sell. They didn't have big chicken farms like they do now, so chickens were expensive. You only had chicken on Sundays.
Behind this row of buildings there was a place for a horse. It was a very rocky pasture. At the edge of that was a barn and at one time he kept a horse there and he had a buggy. By the time I go there he had gotten rid of the horse and buggy. Since it was only seven blocks to town he would walk to town.
Another business he had in the spring was raising all kinds of plants for farmers and people to buy and replant. He had concrete beds about two feet wide and he would put glass window frames over these beds and he would plant sweet potatoes, cabbage slips, tomato seeds, peppers and all kinds of vegetables. The sweet potato business was a big business and he would put them in as close as he could and then cover them with dirt and when the plants would come up, we would pull them and put fifty in a bunch. He would tell me, always be careful and don't pull the potato up because when you pull the slips off they would soon start growing some more.
Another wintertime business of his was buying skins from farmer. Almost all the farmers trapped foxes, skunks, raccoons and possums. He would go down to the courthouse in town and he would buy these animal skins. Most of them had just been skinned and he would bring these back and he had boards that he would stretch them over to dry. After they had dried he would grade them and box them up and ship them to fur buyers in Chicago and other places up North. Having these skunk skins around made the place smell funny and he always smelled like a skunk in the winter.
I would watch him do this and so I would make me a small board and I would stretch rabbit and squirrel skins to make my own skins. My dad would go hunting and kill rabbits and squirrels. There wasn't any market for them.
My grandmother cooked biscuits every morning and they always had a big breakfast. At times I have seen them have squirrel and dumplings, but most of the time it was biscuits with syrup, sausage and bacon.
They killed hogs to make sausage and bacon and they would make hog head cheese from the head. They had to wait till the first freeze to kill the hogs. To make the hams they would rub salt all over them and put them in a box to stay for a couple of weeks. They would then take it out and rub all the salt off and hang it up and put it in the smoke house and smoke it. They did the same thing for sides of bacon, so they would have meat for the good part of the year. They would eat the bacon, sausage and pigs feet right away.
At Christmas we would all come to visit. My mother and father were teaching at Anniston, Alabama at first and then they were teaching at Columbia, Tennessee. We would go out to the farm and cut a cedar tree for our Christmas tree. We always got two or three presents and they always put oranges, nuts, dried raisins and dried figs and a box of chocolate covered cherries under the tree.
In the summertime my father traveled in order to get boys to attend the military school, so my mother and the children would stay with my grandfather and grandmother Reeves.
My grandfather raised wheat on his farm and I remember him worrying about whether the wheat was going to be ripe at the time when the thrasher would come because he didn't have a lot of control over the timing. The thrasher would go from farmer to farmer and the farmers would follow the thrasher to help each other out because it took a lot of people to harvest the wheat at that time. The thrasher was a great monster that sat in one place and had to be fed by people in a wagon. They were picking up the wheat that had to be cut two days before and put in shocks or little piles to dry.
They used a big steam engine to power the thrasher to harvest the wheat. This engine used wood for fuel. The steam engine turned the thrasher with a big belt that was six or eight inches wide. The thrasher and the steam engine made a heck of a big racket with all the parts moving in it. The wheat would come out of the spout and they would put the wheat in what they called a grass sack and then sew it up. They placed the sacks on a wagon and hauled it of to the storage area.
The crew would start early in the morning and work until late at night. In the summer time you could work until 9:00 at night. During the middle of the day they would stop and go to my grandmother's house. I remember that a lot of the wives were there who had bought food and they would have a great big party and, of course, with the men working so hard, they could eat a lot. The women provided a big feast for them and so they would have the energy to harvest the wheat.
The next day the men would go to another farm and so the women would go over to the next farm and do the same thing, because none of them were really able to go out and hire enough people to harvest their wheat. It probably took about twenty people for the harvest. It was hard to hit the harvest at the right time. If you started too early the wheat wouldn't be hard enough and wouldn't be completely ready and you would lose many pounds of it. If you waited too late the wheat would be falling out of the heads onto the ground where you couldn't pick it up and the birds would get it.
I remember making a trip to the mill with my grandfather Reeves in a two- horse wagon. We were hauling sacks of wheat. In this case he was taking the wheat to give to the mill and the mill would give him credit for so many sacks of flour that he could come down and get all during the year. So he would trade the wheat for the flour for the labor and use of the mill. The mill would use the extra wheat to make flour to sell to other people.
My grandfather Reeves had a very old Black woman that came on Mondays to do the washing and on Tuesdays to do the ironing. I remember that she came on day to make soap. They would save all the bad grease that they didn't want to use for cooking. They used wood ashes that they put in a big black kettle outside. Of course they had a big black kettle that this woman used to boil all the bedclothes. At that time they boiled all the bedclothes. They would make soap as well as hominy from whole grains of corn in the same kettle. They would put a can of lye, ashes and grease in the kettle and they would cook it down to the right consistency and then let it cool into something like the soap we have today. They would cut it into blocks and use it to wash clothes.
My grandmother always made her own vinegar. She used a lot of vinegar because she made lots of pickles. She had a big wooden barrel that she used for her vinegar barrel. They had a lot of apples and cooked them all during the summer for every noon meal and they were called fried apples. They always had apple peelings so they put these apple peelings in water and let them sit for about two weeks until they kink of fermented and then they would pour the water off into the vinegar barrel and the vinegar barrel always had what they called Mother in it. This Mother was big pieces of stuff that formed and it looked something like cow's liver. You needed that Mother in there to make the vinegar, but then all they had to do was keep adding the water off the apple peelings in the vinegar barrel. Whenever they wanted vinegar they just drew it out of the vinegar barrel.
In the summer time people would come around selling black berries. Young people would pick the black berries and sell them for ten cents a gallon and my grandmother always bought a lot of the berries to can. She would also can tomatoes, pickles, green beans and other fruits such as peaches, apples, and plums. She also peeled and cup up a lot of apples and peaches and put them on the top of the tin roof to dry. They dried their own peaches and apples and she would make pies out to them later on. She would also plant a late crop of beans and put them on the roof to make dried beans. They didn't buy dried beans then, they made their own. I also remember them making kraut. They would cut up a lot of cabbage and put vinegar on it and put it in a big crock and let it sit for a certain length of time creating kraut, which originated from Germany.
My father liked to hunt and when he came back to Shelbyville, he went hunting for squirrels, quails and rabbits.
My grandfather Reeves was a big fisherman and he fished every time he go a chance and the river had a lot of fish at that time so he kept the family pretty well supplied with fish.
These are the things I can remember about my grandfather Cannon and grandfather Reeves.
On this date 12/24/1995, I will sign off. Michael Shoffner Cannon Jr.
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Memoirs from my grandfather, Mike Shoffner Cannon Sr. recounting the life of his father Taylor Cannon. Very interesting piece for anyone interested in history during the Civil War and family life during that era. Just added info on Mary S. Cannon and life in the early 1900's.
Memoirs from my grandfather, Mike Shoffner Cannon Sr. recounting his recollections of his grandparents Almon and Ellender Powell Cannon.