The Black Tree: Bernard Wilson - Permer Bernard Payne

Monday, December 30, 2013

Bernard Wilson - Permer Bernard Payne - Clue#5

As I mentioned before, I am waiting on an answer from the Marshall Library regarding when Bernard Wilson changed his name to Permer Bernard Payne (the name he lived and passed away using). I am kind of at a died end until I hear back from either resource (National Dallas Cemetery and Marshall Public Library). It is unfortunate that the U.S. Census listed on ancestry.com does not goes pass 1940. For now I just have to continue researching his un-given name.

I did find his military entry and exit on ancestry.com. He entered in as "Bernard Payne". I am curious as to where the name "Permer" came in.

Army

Interesting, he was known to me as my biological Mother's (Brenda/el Lewis) brother. He practically raised me when he was married to Irma Simpson. The two of them never legally adopted me but I have been with Irma since birth. He was in and out of the home until he married Dorothy Robinson Payne. I remember bits and pieces of him taking me to Marshall, Texas and Longview, Texas from time to time in the summer months for very short visits. There was a relative in Marshall, Texas that I remember calling "Aunt Virgie". I can remember being confused about rather to call him "Uncle Blue" as the rest of the children or "Daddy". Kids will be kids, they all teased me in good faith. Those were certainly the good ole'days!

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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.