The Black Tree: Bernard Wilson - Permer Bernard Payne

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Bernard Wilson - Permer Bernard Payne - Clue#3

In search of Permer Bernard Payne/Bernard Wilson - I post the search for him, I just decided to write the National Cemetery where he was buried. Perhaps the can give me a clearer lead, though he was registered as "Permer Bernard Payne". I can only learn more about the un-given name from the National Cemetery. Perhaps some unknown children will be listed, a picture, military entry/exit date, et cetera. (crossing my fingers)

I am also trying to figure out why and how he changed his birth name "Bernard Wilson".

Letter:

National Cemetery – Dallas County

2000 Mountain Creek Parkway

Dallas, Texas 75211

My name is Jacqueline of Fort Worth, Texas and I am researching my family tree. As far as I know Permer Bernard Payne was my biological Mother’s brother (B. Lewis), both children of M. Payne of Marshall, Harrison, Texas. He was born Bernard Wilson according to ancestry.com (1940 Census). Seems between being born and me knowing him as “Uncle Permer” (Bernard Payne) he does not exist. I am looking for any of his army career information, pictures and ANY other thing that is legal for anyone to fill me in on. I do know that he was last married to Dorothy Robinson Payne of Fort Worth, Texas. I attempted tracking her down to ask questions but unfortunately she passed on in 2009. He died August 2003 and was buried there in your cemetery, again according to acestry.com.

If you all could please assist me with my search it would be greatly, greatly appreciated.

Thank you all sincerely,

Jacqueline

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About Me

Hello Family Tree Researcher, my name is Jacqueline Joyce Thomas (born to Gene E. Thomas and Brendel Joyce Lewis) of Texas in '67 . I began doing my family tree search when my son (C. Hicks) was born. He was unfortunately born with Nephrogenic Insipidus Diabetes. When he was two weeks old I could not get him to take his formula, the only thing he would drink was water. We took him to the local emergency room, where the hospital staff spent hours doing test after test and the end result were "we are still uncertain of what is wrong with your son". My heart fell to pieces. The next few days, still nothing. Finally on the forty-fifth day of his prolonged stay , they decided to care flight him to a Children's Hospital where it still took nineteen days for the final results and even then they were not sure. The doctor came into the room with his long white doctor's coat and his glasses hanging from his nose with the final thought (not answer). Ms. Hicks (at the time), "could you have a seat?" My thought was, okay then comes "is you son mixed with Caucasian?" My reply with anger and confusion in my heart was, mixed, with who?...not what but who! And not that I was cared or anything, I have mixed nieces and nephews. Then he went on to explain to me that "that type of diabetes was uncommon, and that it only occurred in every three thousand children" annnnndddd'ah-Rah...here is the killer..."that it only occurred in Caucasian males." Gathering my thoughts and physical seemed to be out of the question. It was not until he turned four years old that I begin getting more and more curious. So next to my son being born with a rare type of diabetes that only (according the doctor) in Caucasian males and me being adopted, I became one curious Sista'. The search began.