The daughter of farmer, minister, and union activist Oliver Perry Garland and his wife, Sarah Elizabeth Lucas, Sarah Elizabeth Garland was born on June 28, 1910, at a coal camp near Elys Branch in Knox County, Kentucky. At age fifteen, Sarah married coal miner Andrew Ogan, with whom she had four children.
In 1935 folklorist Mary Elizabeth Barnicle accompanied Sarah’s half-sister “Aunt Molly” Jackson to Kentucky, where Barnicle met Sarah. Not long afterward, Barnicle helped the Ogans relocate to New York City so that she and Andrew could receive treatment for tuberculosis. Times were little better on the Lower East Side, however, and Sarah lost both her husband and a child to the disease.
Bolstering her repertoire of traditional ballads, lyric songs, and hymns learned from her parents, Sarah began writing original songs while still in Kentucky. Her first, “Down on the Picket Line,” based on the hymn “Down in the Valley to Pray,” was inspired by a 1931 National Miners Union strike in Bell County, Kentucky. In response to the death of her husband and some of her children, she wrote “Girl of Constant Sorrow,” which was based on Emry Arthur’s “I’m a Man of Constant Sorrow.” Additional songs such as “I Hate the Company Bosses” (originally titled “I Hate the Capitalist System”), “An Old Southern Town,” and “Dreadful Memories” reflected the hardships she experienced in depression-era Kentucky.
In 1941 Sarah married Joe Gunning and eventually settled in Detroit. Folklorist Archie Green located her there in 1963. She sang in public for the first time in twenty years at the 1964 Newport Folk Festival and made subsequent appearances at such festivals as the Smithsonian Festival of American Folklife and the University of Chicago Folk Festival. Shortly thereafter, Sarah recorded the album Girl of Constant Sorrow for the Folk-Legacy label. She died in Knoxville, Tennessee, on November 14, 1983, and was buried in Hart, Michigan.
"Sarah Ogan Gunning." (2014) In Encyclopedia of Appalachia, Retrieved October 17, 2014, from Encyclopedia of Appalachia: http://www.www.encyclopediaofappalachia.com/entry.php?rec=104
Click here to watch the full documentary film: Dreadful Memories: The Life of Sarah Ogan Gunning, 1910-1983
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There are some
who consider newspaper articles as 'primary sources' for family
research and genealogy. I'm not one of them. Here's why:
I never knew my
paternal Papaw, he was murdered 10 years before I was born . My Papaw
Collins was murdered in August of 1937.
Lets first look at the
newspaper article I found from a Vanceburg, Kentucky newspaper:
This article states
Papaw went missing on Wednesday August 18th,
and the search didn’t start until Thursday, August 19th.
When he was found is not stated.
This article also states Papaw was 48 years old upon his death, when in fact he was 55, he was born December 19, 1881.
My Father never
mentioned or talked about his Father’s death. I didn’t
find out about his murder until after my Father’s death in 1979.
I was told by 3
different Uncle's, that Papaw died on my Father’s birthday, which
was August 17th.
Papaw’s death certificate (see below) states his date of death as
August 18, 1937.
When I asked my older
cousin , Carl Collins, about this murder, he told me "Which story
did I hear".
I have no reason not
to believe the date my Uncles told me.
Another discrepancy I
found, was on an 'Official' document. On my Dad’s birth
certificate (see below) it states Papaw was a miner, which he was, on
Papaw’s death certificate is states he was a farmer for life. In truth, he was both.
UPDATE:
I found yet another discrepancy, that article states that Bryant Hamilton "served overseas together with Mr. Collins in the World War". The US entered World War I in 1917, Papaw was discharged from the Army on April 13, 1913. Papaw didn't fight in World War I. He had gotten in trouble for shooting and killing another soldier on December 25, 1912......
What I've learned from
all of this, don't trust anything, double, triple check all sources,
even 'Official' documents.
Daddy and Papaw, I miss you both.......
That’s my 2
cents......
