Edward Miles Lovejoy

Edward is my 5th great grandfather. He was born in 1777, in Fairfield, South Carolina. He was born to Edward Lovejoy and Jemima Mobley. Edward was 39, and Jemima was 32.

The family moved from South Carolina to Jasper, Georgia. In Georgia they owned a cotton farm. In 1809 Edward married Rachel Spear. Rachel dies after giving birth to their daughter. Edward then marries Mary Moate Weathersby from Maryland.

In 1820 Edward lived in Monticello, Jasper, Georgia. There were a total of 18 people living on his farm. Twelve were white people, and six were slaves. In 1832 the Lovejoy family was given a lottery of land. Land that was really owned by the Cherokee and Creek people. Tickets were pulled from giant barrels, and the land that the Cherokee and people were driven from for the gain of the government was given away to people so they could settle the property. The Supreme court decided to protect the lands for the native people, but President Andrew Jackson decided to forcibly remove the natives out west. Eight lotteries took place over a time of 28 years. Seventy five percent of the land had been distributed to “pioneers”, but the system was disbanded in 1833.

Land was distributed to able bodied “white men” that could afford to bring laborers to develop the land. The lotteries gave land to 100,000 families.

By 1860 there are no slaves. Edward dies at the age of 70.

 

Being a Landlord

Nothing makes me more pissed than people generalizing. All landlords are bad, greedy, and mean. Just like any other group of people, we are not ALL bad, greedy, or mean. Just like not all are anything. Why do people insist on generalizing, and stereotyping people? I just don’t get it.

Not only do we pay bills for the complex, but also the property tax, insurance, and maintenance. The property tax for a property goes up with every purchase.

Being a landlord is a tough job. Trying to gage people, and not make a decision that will cost thousands of dollars. We recently just sold our last apartment building. One the years we have owned several. When we have purchased buildings in the past, I have been in charge of renovating them, and then flipping them.

Once a building is purchased, I wait until someone moves to renovate the whole apartment. I am not one of the owners that kick people out, I just allow people to leave in a more organically. First, I purchase what needs to be done, new appliances, etc. Once the original people leave, then I gut the whole place. img_0418

Take everything out, and then go shopping. I did all the shopping myself. Finding light fixtures, carpet, appliances, granite, tile, paint, blinds, and anything else that I felt the apartment or townhouse needed. Once everyone was done, and it was all cleaned, it is ready for advertising to the public.

This is the time that is a mixed bag. Sometimes I meet the nicest people, and sometimes I meet the weirdest people. One time I met a young lady and her two friends, and we ended up talking to each other for two hours. We all had a lot in common, and she ended up taking the apartment.  I once met a guy that told me he was an ambassador of a foreign country, and would not leave the apartment. He showed me his Identification, to prove he was an ambassador. UGH! I told him, I have to go pick up my children, If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the police. After making carpet angels, he finally got up off the floor, and left the complex. I just never knew what kind of person would come to the interview. Sometimes, people would make appointments, and never show up at all.

Once they are accepted, it guarantees nothing. I have had some great tenants, and some that just didn’t pay for one reason or another. I have had tenants that have left on good terms, and even emailed me years after they were tenants. I have had tenants that called me a few years after they left on good terms, and ended up renting again from me. Then, I have had some real strange ones…a guy was the one that was such a pain. His wife was so nice, and she was the one that worked. He stayed home, and complained about anything and everything. I sent our maintenance guy, and then he would tell me his timing was all wrong. Also proceeded to tell me about how he couldn’t hide his sex paraphernalia. REALLY? Why would you need to tell me that information? I could tell you so many other stories about him…YIKES!

There was a young mom, that I really liked. I don’t know what it was about her, but she seemed so genuine. Come to find out, she had lots of children. She told me she only had one. She was constantly late with the rent. She just got caught up in a swirl of owing rent. I finally had to tell her that I needed her to leave.

We have lost thousands of dollars, and mostly because I believed in some of the people that we had living at the various apartment complexes. Trying to give people chances, hoping we would make a difference in their lives. I have always rented an apartment thinking “If I had to live here, I would be happy here.” So, when people say “All landlords are greedy, I say to myself…they are ignorant, and don’t know any better. I believe in being fair, and giving people the best place to live for a fair price. I create communities among the complexes. These people really care for one another. That’s what I enjoy creating, a community.

 

Pick up Party

Just last weekend, we had our “pick up party”.  A time when members gather and pick up their club shipments. We had Javed Kabab Paradise, food truck on the back patio. The food was so delicious, and the people serving the food were divine. I had the Chicken Naan Wrap with sliced tomatoes, onions, lettuce, hot sauce and mint sauce. The food truck is self described as Pakistani and Indian Fusion Food. Let me tell you, it works.

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Jerry Craig was our DJ for the day. He set up for Karaoke. Honestly, I have never done karaoke, but I thought it might be fun to do something different. Jerry was great at keeping everyone happy with a huge selection of songs. There were lots of members that walked away with some fun memories, bellies full, and their wine to take home.

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Sunni and I managed the tasting room where people came to taste wine, pick up the orders, and talk. The crowds came in waves, with people in the tasting room all day long. We were so busy that the young lady managing the food truck brought food to us.

Roberto (my husband) and Sam Balderas (one of the top 100 wine markers in the WORLD), were outside pouring wine for all the members that came to enjoy the day and pick up their six packs or case. The guys were out there having fun in the sun, and watching people sing, relax, and play bocce ball.

 

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Here are some photos I took when I got a few chances to sneak out of the tasting room. I couldn’t get photos of everyone, since Sunni and I were so busy in the tasting room. We were so glad that there were so many happy people. If you didn’t make it to this party, plan on joining us soon. The atmosphere in the place is electric, the wine in fabulous, and we always have great food at our parties.

Anderson Lovejoy

My fourth great grandfather. He was born in 1814, and the child of Edward Lovejoy  (he was 37)and Mary Moate Weathersby (she was 26). Anderson and Mary had 11 children. The two of them and their families witnessed “The panic of 1837”. Banks shut their doors, unemployment skyrocketed, it was an economic depression.

When he was 24 he married Elenor, then married Mary Ann Hatton when he was 29. In 1843 Anderson Married Mary Ann in Marion, Georgia. In 1845 they are back in Virginia. In 1847 the family goes bak to Georgia after the death of father of Anderson passes. By 1850 the family is back in Virginia.

In 1860 Anderson and his family lived on a farm, and he worked as a farmer in Virginia. During the Civil War, Anderson enlisted as a private in Company G, West Virginia 7th Cavalry Regiment to fight for the Union on January 20, 1862 for a three year term. In April 1862, Anderson was wounded in battle at Mud River. Anderson was admitted to the Hospital at Middletown on July 5, 1862. Anderson received a Disability Discharged on September 18, 1862 because he was unfit for duty for the past two previous months due to Sciatica. Sciatica refers to pain, weakness, numbness, or tingling in the leg. It is caused by injury to or compression of the sciatic nerve. He had been stationed at Fort McKinney in Maryland at the time of his discharge. He was 6′ .5″ tall, had a dark complexion, black eyes, dark hair and had been a farmer before joining the military.He applied for a Civil War Pension on April 16, 1877.

 

 

In 1870 he and his family are still working on the farm in Virginia. At 64 years old he is a mail carrier. In 1900 he is living with family in Georgia. in 1903 he passes, and is buried in Georgia.

Harvesting Wrap Up

We finished with harvest, we have started shipping boxes and cases out to members. We got new products in before the holiday season too. Savannah Bee Company body butter both regular, and sensitive skin. We also have the softening hand soap, we sold out last time very quickly. Menagerie animal for spouts to aerate wine, and also to use for olive oil. We have so many other great gifts, so it’s worth it to come in and buy some items for the upcoming holidays.

Look at all our luscious grapes, before they become yummy wine. Roberto is modeling some of the bundles that were pulled off the vines.

Next up, we have our pick up party, and party plans for next year.

Our Newest Addition

Meet Stella, she is the newest addition to the farm. She was born last week.

Luna gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Willie Nelson, our sire goat, is already allowed to get close to Luna. She is jumping and running all over the pasture.