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The Mysterious Death of Azzie Martin: A Sad Story of Justice Denied

John Evans House, Vintage Photograph Courtesy of Wayne Blue

The story that follows details the mysterious and unsolved death of Azzie Martin in Ashburn. It’s technically still a “cold case”. Was her death an accident? Was it intentional? Either of those theories is plausible based on the limited facts available. One thing seems certain: there was an attempt to hide the truth. The Turner County Project, an exceptional local history blog, has done a great service bringing this tragedy to light, and many of the facts I’m sharing come from their website. Please visit them to see the wonderful work they’re doing. They note, that: Sadly, despite the attempt by the Turner County Project, finding the location of Azzie Martin’s grave has been unsuccessful. The location of Glenwood cemetery has been lost to memory, even to those in the funeral business. Even more sad is that there is [sic] no investigation records that can be reviewed on the tragedy. My own interest in and knowledge of the story comes from my initial documentation of the house beginning in 2008.

Stairwell (Detail), John Evans House

Florrie Benton Smith Evans, daughter-in-law of John West Evans, was living in the house and renting the second floor to Ila Mae Hickox. On 10 December 1937, Ms. Hickox held a Christmas party in her apartment and hired Azzie Martin to cook chicken for the event. [Though newspapers referred to her as Azza or Essa, the name on her death certificate was Azzie. Azzie, who was born on 27 January 1911 in Arabi, was the daughter of Will Martin and Amanda Bryant, who came to the area from Macon County]. The party was apparently quite raucous, and varying stories, presumably circulated to exonerate its white attendees, note that Ms. Martin was intoxicated and hit her head. Another story relates that after refusing to dance topless for some of the party-goers she was struck in the head with a beer bottle. It is believed her death took place in the early hours of 11 December 1937. I think it’s important to note the names of those present at the party, in addition to Ms. Hickox. They were: Miss Susie Mae Anderson, Mrs. Cecil Willis, Mrs. Floy Watson Revell, Mr. Tom McNair of Ashburn, Hugh Humphries and Beverly Jones of Americus, J.B. Slade and Plezz Ray of Cordele.

Some of the stories in the local and national press regarding Ms. Martin’s death seem patently contrived, to me, as someone observing nearly a century later. One stated that a black man by the name of Worthy rolled her body in a rug and took it out of the house, but of course, Mr. Worthy is a ghost in the historical record. It was also said, contradicting Mrs. Evans’s account, that Azzie was taken, drunk, to Mr. Worthy’s home, which was about a mile from her residence. The implication I take away is that she didn’t die in the house but rather in the later presence of Mr. Worthy, who lived about a mile from her residence. [Amazingly, though he was briefly incarcerated in connection to the case, he was released. Had Azzie Martin been white, Mr. Worthy would have undoubtedly been lynched]. Azzie’s remains were discovered by turpentine workers on the Little River a few months later.

Mrs. Florrie Evans, the home’s owner and a highly respected citizen, stated: About 3 o’clock in the morning, I heard somebody start downstairs. I could tell by the way they were walking they were carrying something heavy. I got up and looked out my window. I saw two boys carrying a bundle. It looked like a trunk…I saw them put the bundle in the car, and these two and some of the others went off. She went on to say that those who left in the early morning hours returned and their party continued until around 6AM. Mrs. Evan, being of the local upper class, might just as easily have created a cover story for the house guests, but admirably, in my opinion, she was truthful and didn’t change her story as others did. In the press, challenges to her story could be expected and came out almost immediately, some even stating that Azzie left the house on her own accord. Shrouding racially charged crimes in mystery was the norm during this time, ensuring that a clear set of facts were all but impossible to ascertain. The story of Azzie Martin’s last hours is no exception.

Mixed in with the local lore is this, from David Baldwin: The young man that committed the crime was reported to have attempted suicide between December and March, but survived. He went on the live as a Christian but no doubt he had to live with this crime all his life. The boys there that night committed to forever hold a secret as to what happened and as far as this writer knows they have. The murdered lady is said to haunt the house by those that have lived there.

Fireplace, John Evans House


The following stories from the Ashburn Wiregrass-Farmer are valuable for some of the facts they present, but they are typical of the treatment of African-Americans at the time in that they are often full of obfuscation and contradictory statements. They made no effort to get Ms. Martin’s name right, nor her age. Even her death certificate was amended, a common practice in cases of this nature during the Jim Crow era.

16 December 1937 – Negro Woman Mysteriously Disappeared Saturday Nite

A party of young men and women of Ashburn, with a few invited guests from out of town, planned a chicken supper for a late hour last Saturday night [December 10, 1937], and secured the services of a Negro woman to do the cooking in advance. It is claimed by members of the party that upon their arrival at the apartment they found the woman intoxicated and that she had fallen down and hurt her head, necessitating some of the men in the party, carrying her downstairs and taking her home in an automobile.

Members of the Negro woman’s family claim she never came in at all Saturday night, and an intensive search has been going on in an effort to find her since, but as we go to press Wednesday noon, no trace of the woman has been found.

17 March 1938 – SKELETON OF NEGRO WOMAN FOUND TUESDAY – ABOUT 4 ½ MILES SOUTHWEST OF ASHBURN NEAR LITTLE RIVER BY TWO NEGRO MEN TURPENTINE WORKERS

Azza has been found. Ashburn’s mystery story of 1937 has come to light. The skeleton of Azza Martin, colored, was found Tuesday afternoon [March 15, 1938] at 6 o’clock by two turpentine Negroes, working for J. I. Faircloth.

Word was brought to Sheriff Alex Story, who had been working on the unsolved case since last December. He investigated and found the body near the banks of Little River, about 4 ½ miles Southwest of Ashburn, and about 1 ½ miles from the Coverdale road, which was identified by her clothes and dental work.

News spread like wildfire shortly after dark and the desolated spot became the mecca of hundred of people who visited the place, guarded by Negros placed there by Sheriff Story.

Wednesday morning a Coroner’s inquest was held by J.L. North, at the place where the body was found. J.I. Faircloth, Carl Cannon, T.E. Kennedy, J.H. Bell and Waters Bell served on the Coroner’s jury. The skeleton was examined by Dr. J.H. Baxter, county physician, and Dr. W.L. Story, but no statement was made by them as their findings. Because of rain the Coroner and his jury came to the court house in Ashburn, and were asked by the Solicitor of this circuit, W.C. Forehand, to disband until next Tuesday, March 22, at 10 a.m., when the Sheriff was instructed to have all witnesses present, and go into the case thoroughly, to determine if possible how Azza came to her death, and by whom, if it was found that she had met with foul play.

As will be remembered, Azza Martin, colored, age 29, has been missing since Saturday night, December 11, when she was engaged to prepare a midnight feed at the apartment of Miss Ila Mae Hicox, at the home of Mrs. J.L. Evans. Miss Hicox was at that time manager of the local Elrod 5 and 10 cent store, but now of Montezuma. To this feed a number of well known local people as well as several from out of town were invited. Among those enjoying this midnight party were: Miss Ila Mae Hicox, hostess, Miss Susie Mae Anderson, Miss Cecil Willis, Mrs. Floy Watson Revell, Mr. Tom McNair of Ashburn, Messrs. Hugh Humphries and Beverly Jones of Americus, Messrs. J.B. Slade and Plezz Ray of Cordele.

Nothing out of the way was known or thought of the affair, until Sunday, when Azza was reported missing, by her relatives, to Sheriff Story. The young people stated, when questioned, that they had carried her safely home in the car, in the early morning hours, and stuck to this story throughout later investigation. Yet, none of her people had seen her, so they claimed.

H. Worthy, a Negro living about a mile from Azza’s abode, gave out the information that Azza had stopped at his home about two o’clock the morning she was missing, to warm, and that after warming for about thirty minutes she left. And no trace of Azza has been found until Tuesday when her badly decomposed body was found. Worthy has been held in county jail here since about the middle of January, pending further developments in the case.

Sheriff Alex Story, Solicitor General Forehand and the recent January grand jury investigated the case, had two or three present at the party questioned, but at that time were unable to get anywhere with the investigation.

Parlor, John Evans House

24 March 1938 – Azza Martin Inquest Held At Court House Tuesday – HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE WHITE AND COLORED WERE LISTENING IN – White Solicitor Forehand Conducted Inquest Lasting Five Hours

Ashburn was crowded Tuesday morning with people from far and near, who came to hear the coroner’s inquest into the death of Azza Martin, colored, who disappeared December 11, and whose skeleton was found Tuesday, March 15, about 4 ½ miles Southwest of Ashburn

The inquest began promptly at 10 o’clock A. M., and lasted for approximately five hours. Solicitor Forehand examined around fifteen witnesses. The court house auditorium was jammed and packed with hundreds of people, both white and colored.

All witnesses examined that were present at the midnight supper from which Azza Martin disappeared, told practically the same story: that the services of Azza had been secured to do the cooking, that after she had been carried to Miss Ila Mae Hicox’s apartment at the Evans’ home, it was found that she had been drinking and unable to do the cooking, and that while in the kitchen she fell and hurt her head and that members of the party assisted her down the stairs and carried her home.

Mrs. John L. Evans, at whose home Miss Hicox had an apartment, was placed on the stand, and told of the hilarious party that lasted until six o’clock Sunday morning, and that around three o’clock she heard some of the party bringing something heavy down the stairs and after they had passed out of the house, she looked out her bedroom window and saw some of the party carrying a large bundle between them, and that they put it in a car and drove away, coming back and joining the party later. 

Negro witnesses summoned, said that Azza appeared at their house around 2:30, warmed and left 20 minutes to 3:00, apparently none the worse for wear.

Coroner J.L. North, and his jury, after a short deliberation, found that Azza Martin had come to her death at the hands of unknown parties and requested further investigation.

George Farmer, local colored undertaker states that he has been ordered not to bury the skeleton until further notice by the authorities.

So as we go to press the Azza Martin mystery is just as much a mystery now as it was before her remains were found.

And the mystery continues. I will update this story as I collect more information. No one present is alive, and my purpose is to share a story I don’t believe should be forgotten.

Ashburn Celebrates the Fire Ant

Fire Ant Sculpture [This was on the corner of Hudson Avenue and College Avenue when I photographed it; it may have been relocated since then. There’s another sculpture, by Wilby Coleman, at the Chamber of Commerce a bit further down College Street].

The Red Imported Fire Ant (Solenopsis invicta) was first recorded at Mobile, Alabama, between 1933-1945. This uninvited South American species arrived incognito on shipping crates and in less than a decade had become well established throughout the Southeast. They’re now as far away as California and Puerto Rico and are said to infest over 367 million acres. The FDA estimates that they have an annual economic impact of about $5.75 billion, their negative effects running the gamut from medical and veterinary expenses to crop and livestock loss.

If you live in South Georgia, you probably just know these notorious pests as fire ants and you’re probably well acquainted with their painful stings and the blisters that follow. Taking all this into consideration, the city of Ashburn decided, back in 1996, to celebrate them during their annual Wiregrass Festival, and the idea caught on. The old idiom “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em” comes to mind. The Fire Ant Festival has had an outsized positive impact on the local economy in its nearly 30 year run. The festival is always held on the fourth weekend in March and grows more popular each year.

This replaces and updates a post originally published on 21 December 2008.

Clinton F. Shingler House, 1914, Ashburn

Among Ashburn’s most architecturally significant houses, this was the childhood home of Betty Talmadge (1923-2005), a former First Lady of Georgia.

Shingler Heights Historic District, National Register of Historic Places

The House by the Road, 1915, Ashburn

Various postcards over the years advertised this charming Craftsman bungalow as “The House by the Road”, dubbing it a “Modern Tourist Home” and a “Beautiful Private Estate Open to Guests”. Other enticements included locked garages, porter service, steam heat with automatic stoker control, electric fans, hot water, shower baths, and Beautyrest box springs. Known as a boarding house, it was also the home of Mrs. Robert R. Shingler, who took great pride in maintaining a hospitable stop for travelers along US 41, a primary north-south route in the days before interstate highways. It is now a private residence.

In renovation, it has been slightly altered, though retains its overall original appearance.

Shingler Heights Historic District, National Register of Historic Places

Ketchum House, 1914, Ashburn

This somewhat eclectic Craftsman is indicative of the variety of architecture in Shingler Heights. It was built by J. S. Betts for his daughter Annie Betts Ketchum and her husband Ralph Parker Ketchum. Thanks to Michael Massey for the identification.

Shingler Heights Historic District, National Register of Historic Places

Stubbs-Register House, Ashburn

Thanks to Chris NeSmith for the identification. Neal Wynn notes that it was designed by architect Peter Dennis. It likely dates to circa 1897-1900.

Post Office, 1939, Ashburn

Ashburn Commercial Historic District, National Register of Historic Places

Sparrow’s Nest, Ashburn

Becky Shingler Anderson writes: This was the home of my great-grandfather, James Simon Shingler...Sarah M. Cook added: This is the Sparrow’s Nest. It was the Shingler’s home. They owned Shingler Heights, five blocks of residential buildings and one institutional building in Ashburn, which was constructed from 1895 to 1937…Its most elaborate structure is “Sparrow’s Nest,” built by local turpentine and agriculture entrepreneur, J.S. Shingler. Many of the homes in the historic district were built by Shingler’s relatives.

Shingler Heights Historic District, National Register of Historic Places

Ashburn’s Historic Thrasher House Could Soon Be Gone

Thrasher House, Circa 1900

I recently learned from Janet Brock and Joy Hobbs that this Victorian landmark, long one Ashburn’s grandest homes, is in immediate danger of being lost. They commented out of concern for the ongoing loss of local history, as many who follow this site often do and I was so alarmed that I posted an update about its status on the Vanishing South Georgia Facebook page. In just a few hours, over 16,000 people viewed the post and shared a collective sadness about its impending fate. One of the most poignant responses came from Debbie Dixon,  the granddaughter of a former owner,: “This was my grandmother’s house. I spent my summers there and my mother grew up in this house. So sad they would do this.” Another comment from a county commissioner in another part of Georgia was more humorous: “Move the bank. Save the house!‘ Elaine Conner, who lived in Ashburn for thirty years wrote: “…it was used for many functions when the bank was a locally owned bank. Then a larger bank bought out Community National Bank and it now is South Georgia Bank…my heart breaks to hear it’s in jeopardy!!!” John Ingersoll notes that he knew an Emory alumnus “who was visiting the Thrashers after church Sunday afternoon when Pearl Harbor came on the radio. Oh, please do not move this historic structure.” So the history of the house is palpable and crosses generations.


The house is owned by South Georgia Bank, whose main office sits directly adjacent to the property; they desire to expand their drive-through banking facility and therefore want the structure removed. Apparently, they are open to essentially giving the house away to anyone who can afford the high cost of having it relocated. (My initial understanding of this was a bit incorrect; I don’t think they will literally give it away, but perhaps sell it low if they even can sell it. See Ben Baker’s comments elsewhere in this post). I don’t know if this implies an individual or a non-profit organization. And repairs not visible to the eye in this photograph could run upwards of $100,000. So it’s not a mission just anyone could take on. If you’re that person or organization, please contact the bank!

I spoke with Mayor Jim Hedges of Ashburn, who has been very receptive to input on similar local historical issues in the past, and he voiced his concern that he hopes it can be saved. He noted that the Downtown Development Authority doesn’t have the resources to move it and update it and that the Turner County Development Authority hasn’t shown a serious interest, either. He’s still working on possible solutions and he genuinely understands its importance to Ashburn. He’s open to serious suggestions. I have to say that Jim is unusual in that he responds to these issues quickly and honestly, something I appreciate since I’m not trying to politicize the issue to begin with. I’m just sharing information.

And here’s some valuable insight from Wiregrass-Farmer publisher Ben Baker: “This is a complicated issue. Moving the house will cost quite a bit. There’s no nearby location suitable for the house. There’s also the question of the original purchase contract signed between the people who sold the house and Community National Bank (now South Georgia Bank). Those selling the house believe part of the contract requires the bank to maintain the home. Still checking on that. The house is part of the Ashburn Historic District and doing anything to affect the exterior, or moving it, requires the approval of the Historic Preservation Commission (which I sit on.) The HPC is working VERY hard to find a way to preserve this amazing home, but absolutely does not have money to do so by itself. Moving the house, from what HPC has learned so far, means moving it in two sections. This begs another question, is the old building structurally sound enough to sustain that kind of work? Can it handle being sectioned? Can it handle being moved at all?

And the reality is sad. There are houses like this throughout the United States in danger of being lost. Many are lost every day. They’ve been neglected in one way or another over time and the cost of renovating or stabilizing them is astronomical. Figure in higher utility bills, the constant need to repaint and other variables and it’s not any easy thing. Few people in small towns these days can afford such expenses and it’s really no one’s fault. Even the bank, whom many will want to blame, isn’t in the preservation business. I just hope that as people learn about the value of places like this there won’t be as many lost in the future.

UPDATE: As of 25 April 2017, I’m told that demolition is imminent.

UPDATE: As of 16-17 January 2019, the Thrasher House is being moved to another location. Thank you Chris NeSmith for valuing local history and saving this Ashburn landmark!

 

Betts-Shealy House, 1897, Ashburn

David  Baldwin writes: The house was built by John Samuel Betts. He and Mr. W. W. Ashburn starting buying property over here in June 1888, before the railroad connected north of Ashburn in late October, 1888. First Mr. Betts had a house at Wanee Lake, but later moved to Ashburn. I can’t recall the exact date he built this house, likely 1890’s but well before 1900. He was mayor of Ashburn for twenty years and ran a saw mill that employed 100 people, 60 black and 40 whites. He was a great Christian but the saw mill went broke in 1912 due to over supply in the industry. He once told someone that the only thing he hated about being broke was that he was not able to help people as he had always done before. He died in 1918 and four town leaders spoke for him at his funeral at the Methodist Church. He was from Clayton, Georgia originally but they ran out of logs there and came to Eastman, starting his new mill six miles north of Eastman at a spot called Dempsey. He lost a son when the son was 20 years old. He knew Mr. Ashburn, J.S. Shingler, D.H Davis, Mr. Evans and all the town founders very well.

Betts, whose sawmill was the reason Ashburn came into being, was also the first mayor of the town. He commissioned a prominent architect, Peter E. Dennis, to design this home in 1897.

Jerry Shealy Powell adds: My grandfather, Lawrence Bunyon Shealy, was in the lumber business. He moved his family to Turner County between 1925-1929. Prior to moving to Turner County he owned a sawmill in Florida and others in Adrian, Camilla and Ellenton, Georgia. He purchased the Ashburn Lumber Company and managed a naval stores operation. In the middle 1940’s he bought the John Samuel Betts home and restored it. My father said he hand picked all the pine for the floors. For more than forty plus years the home remained in our family and was known as the “L.B. Shealy Home”. My grandmother, Ruby Clyde, outlived her husband and children.

Subsequent owners have done a nice job of maintaining the house.


Shingler Heights Historic District, National Register of Historic Places