The Untold Story of Frankie Silver: Was She Unjustly Hanged?
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Three days before Christmas in 1831, Frankie Silver killed her husband, Charles Silver, with an axe and burned his body in the fireplace. Author Perry Deane Young, whose ancestors were involved in the case, began collecting material about it as a teenager. As a college student, he was astounded to learn that most of what he had been told was actually false. Abused by her husband, Frankie killed in self defense. The laws of that time would not allow her to take the stand and explain what happened. She was unjustly hanged in July of 1833. Young proves the real crime is the way this poor woman has been misrepresented by balladeers and historians all these years.
Perry Deane Young provides important historical background to this fascinating story Young is able to build suspense, even for a story many of his readers may already knowBy personalizing both Frankie Silvers story and his own search for it, Young has given readers an interesting and well-written book about history and the way it is created. --Lynn Moss Sanders in Appalachian Journal
Most of my life Ive heard stories about a pretty mountain lady who was hanged for nothing more serious than murdering her husband. Here, and I can say at last after one and a half centuries, is the true account, thoroughly researched and beautifully presented. Its a highroad journey into this Appalachian mystery. --John Ehle, author of The Land Breakers, The Road, The Journey of August King
Perry Deane Young
Perry Deane Young is the author of nine books, including the widely praised Vietnam memoir, Two of the Missing, and the New York Times bestseller, The David Kopay Story, which he wrote with the pro football player. He is also the author, with William Gregg, of three plays, including Frankie which was based on this book.
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The Untold Story of Frankie Silver - Perry Deane Young
Copyright © 2012 by Perry Deane Young.
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CONTENTS
FRANKIE LIVES
EXPLANATION
PART I
THE LEGEND
OF FRANKIE SILVER
Tell A Lie When
The Truth Would Do
PART II
THE SEARCH FOR FACTS
BEHIND THE LEGEND
A Personal Confession And Some Important Corrections
Chronology
The Setting
The Silver Family
The Stewart Family
Frankie And Charlie
‘He Treated Her
With Personal Violence’
She Killed Him In Self Defense
Hiding The Evidence
The State V. Frances
Stuart Silver
Morganton Then
The Grand Jury’s Indictment
The Members Of The Court
The Trial And Legal
Questions Involved
Appeal To The Supreme Court
The Efforts To Save Frankie
From The Gallows
The Escape
The Confessions
The Hanging
The Burial
Frankie’s Child
The ‘Curse’ On The Stewarts
Morganton Now
PART III
FRANKIE’S SONG
The Ballad Frankie Never Sang From The Gallows
PHOTOS
PART IV
DOCUMENTS
The News Of The Day
Official Documents
PART V
THE STEWARTS
AND THE SILVERS
Additional Information
On The Stewart Family
Additional Information On Frankie’s Child: The Descendants Of Charles And Frances Stuart Silver, Through Their Daughter, Nancy Silver Parker Robinson
Also by Perry Deane Young
Hanged by a Dream
Our Young Family
Two of the Missing, Remembering Sean Flynn and Dana Stone
The David Kopay Story (with David Kopay)
A Killing cure (with Evelyn Walker)
God’s Bullies
Gays and Lesbians and Sports
Insider’s Guide to California
PLAYS
(All written with William Gregg)
Frankie
Mountain of Hope
Home Again
FRANKIE LIVES
Preface to a new edition
Out of the blue, I got a message in early 2012 from an Australian production company that was interested in my book and play about Frankie Silver, a woman who was hanged 179 years ago. They wanted to interview me for a segment of the Deadly Women
series on the American Discovery Channel that would be focused on Frankie who was convicted of murdering her husband just before Christmas in 1831.
The murder took place just over the mountain from where both my parents were born. I was reared on this and other dark tales from deep in the lost coves of the once isolated mountains of North Carolina. Other people’s mothers told them about Winnie the Pooh and Tigger the Tiger; mine told me about a woman who cut her husband’s head off with an axe and burned his body in the fireplace. I have always been grateful for that.
With the call about a national television program on the story, I had to ask myself once again: what is it about this story that has captivated generations of storytellers, folklorists and the public at large?
The answer is as complicated as was the deed itself.
First of all, it was a story of a woman fighting back. Because of her name, she has always been confused with that other Frankie who got her man cause he done her wrong.
Even some of the more reputable folklore collections published in the 20th Century said that this true story was the basis for the popular song, Frankie and Johnny.
Most scholars now agree that black blues song was based on a murder in St. Louis.
Frankie has been depicted in hundreds of shallow newspaper columns and articles as an evil fiend who deserved to be hanged. As they told it, she grabbed an axe and sneaked up on her husband as he lay sleeping on a sheepskin rug with their baby girl in his arms. As if the deed itself weren’t horrible enough, she then proceeded to cut up his body and burn it in the fireplace.
From the beginning, I was to learn, there were those who felt she was unjustly hanged. Most notably, the late Senator Sam Ervin told me his daddy was told by the clerk of court at Frankie’s trial that she would never have been hanged if she’d been allowed to take the stand in her own defense. Under the laws of the time, a person accused of a crime was deemed an incompetent witness and could not testify in his or her own defense. She was not allowed to say she’d killed him in self defense.
I was a student at the University of North Carolina when an old history professor suggested to me that I might find more information on the case in the state archives. In September of 1963, I discovered 17 different letters and petitions to the governor which turned the whole story upside down from what I’d always been told.
There were petitions signed by hundreds of people in the county, including the ladies of Morganton, who begged the governor to pardon Frankie. There were also letters from Frankie’s lawyer and others urging the governor to reconsider the case. Several of the petitions to the governor began with the phrase, Having read the confession of Mrs. Frances Silver… .
It is a fact that during the long year and a half she sat in prison waiting to be hanged, Frankie wrote out a confession. No copies of that original confession have ever been found. But we know from the petitions and other letters that Frankie’s husband was an abusive man who beat her at a time when female delicacy would most forbid it.
Even the original newspaper account, published just days after the murder, said that the deceased is represented to have been a man of rather vagrant and intemperate habits.
The bare facts come down to this: Ol’ Charlie was drunk. He was loading his gun to kill Frankie; she grabbed an axe. Her aim was better.
It is a sad tawdry tale of spousal abuse and alcoholism in the hardscrabble times of the American frontier. But that doesn’t keep the storytellers from repeating the misstatements of facts that make it all seem more glamorous. There was no evidence whatsoever of jealousy or revenge. She did not sing a ballad confessing her guilt from the scaffold. She did not eat a piece of cake as her last request. She was not the first or only woman ever hanged in North Carolina; she was not even the first [or second] woman hanged in Burke County. There were at least 15 women hanged in North Carolina prior to 1910.
The Discovery Channel sent a very bright young woman named Colette Sandstedt to interview me near the scene of the crime in the rugged mountains of North Carolina. She had done her homework well and at times, the interview seemed to take on the air of an interrogation. I appreciated that she had studied her subject well and was serious about getting the facts. I’m sure others had told her how hideous a crime it was, what with the wife cutting off her husband’s head and burning the body in the fireplace.
But when Ms. Sandstedt asked me what to you was the most shocking aspect of the case,
I answered without hesitation: The fact that Frankie Silver has been misrepresented all these years.
She has, however, been able to tell her side of the story through this book, first published in 1998, and through the play, Frankie, which I wrote with William Gregg. As I sat watching the premiere performance of that play in 2001, I was entranced as a wonderful actress named Amanda Ladd spoke as Frankie. As the action moved closer and closer to the inevitable hanging, I looked around me. Men and women alike were choked up; some were sobbing openly over the injustice done to this poor woman.
Frankie lives.
EXPLANATION
My motivation in writing this book has obviously been to set the record straight. It may, thus, surprise the reader to find that the book begins with a re-telling of all the fanciful embellishments that have been added to the bare facts of the case from the time of Charles Silver’s murder in 1831 and his wife’s hanging in 1833 until now.
I did this for several reasons. First of all, it’s a helluva tale and never let it be said of me that I let the facts get in the way of a good story. Secondly, the way stories are passed down, certain facts retained but others completely ignored, is a kind of history all its own. But, the fact remains that these are stories and not facts. And, in the writing of history, I insist that the true facts are not only stranger than fiction, they often make for a much better story.
Although I was born and reared on a farm near Asheville, N.C., both of my parents were born in Yancey County and were related to nearly everybody mentioned in the Frankie Silver story. I was told from a very early age that this was a classic story of jealousy and revenge and it was maybe even the original source for the ballad, Frankie and Johnny. What a shock it was for me to learn at age 22, in 1963, that it was not that at all. To me, the facts present a far more dramatic story than what the balladeers have sung about and I have tried here to present both the untrue stories and the facts, along with all of the original documents relating to the case.
This book is divided into five parts: The first part is the story,
with all the embellishments of 179 years of storytellers, balladeers and writers. I don’t mean to be overly critical of the authors whose material I have drawn on in this section; in fact, I begin with certain embellishments to the story which I wrote and published myself. The second part involves a search beyond the myths for the facts. The third part offers a history of the confession
or ballad which Frankie never sang from the scaffold. The fourth part presents a transcript of all the original documents relating to the case. The fifth part offers additional information on the Stewart family and on Charlie’s and Frankie’s descendants through their daughter, Nancy Silver Parker Robinson.
I am grateful to any number of people for their help in preparing this book. Dr. Lloyd Bailey is the dean of historians in this area and his series of books on the Heritage of the Toe River Valley offer a priceless resource for anybody interested in the history of our mountain people. He was there to answer a thousand and one questions for me this time as he has been countless times in the past. Lawrence (Larry) Wood was a key figure in helping me to find out what had happened to Frankie’s daughter, Nancy. For many years before his death, November 28, 1997, Larry was a major source of information for me on a number of projects. He was always generous with his vast collection of material and never expected any sort of remuneration beyond the joy of sharing it. Dr. Dan Olds of Spartanburg, S.C., provided most of the information on Frankie’s (and his wife’s) family, the Stewarts. Several of Frankie’s descendants provided information on their families and also answered a number of questions about how it was growing up with such a controversial ancestor. I am especially grateful to Peggy Thomas Young, Larry Biddix, Lloyd Hise, Robert Buchanan, Paul Parker and Riley and Wanda Henry.
It is my sincere wish that we all see poor Frances Stuart Silver in a new light, but especially that her descendants recognize that she may not have been a fiendish villain at all, that there may have been another side to the story from what we’ve been told all these years. She may have been just a poor victim of circumstances. She may have been threatened and simply struck back to save herself like any of us would do. She may have been unjustly hanged. And it’s high time we all allowed for that possibility.
Perry Deane Young
Chapel Hill, North Carolina
PART I
THE LEGEND
OF FRANKIE SILVER
TELL A LIE WHEN
THE TRUTH WOULD DO
There was a time in the mountain-bound coves in western North Carolina when bacon fat a-frying in the skillet would set the old folks to talking about the way poor Charlie Silver passed on. Wasn’t that maybe how he looked and smelled as that spiteful wife of his, the evil Frankie, sat by the fireside all night long, chopping up his body and burning it bit by bit?
Charlie Silver was a strapping young man of 18 when our story begins. He was famous throughout the hills around the Toe River for all kinds of reasons. The girls all thought he was the handsomest catch among the scanty number of young men; and the young men all swore nobody could hoist a long rifle and bring down a buck or a bear as neat as Charlie could. Why, it got so if folks knew Charlie was going to be at a turkey shoot, they’d just not go because they knew nobody could win against Charlie. They claimed he could stand on one ridge and shoot the eye out’n a squirrel on another ridge. And he was the life of the party to men and women alike. Why, it was years and years after he was long gone, dead and burned, when folks would still be talking about the music he could make; near’bout everybody said he was the best fifer they’d ever heard. If he got carried away every now and again and drank too much, well, he was still young and sowing his wild oats and what mountain man didn’t take a drink.
He was a hard worker and with brute strength and sheer will he wrested a little home place out of a thick forest on an impossibly steep rugged hillside. He cut the chestnut trees and squared the logs with a broadax and a foot adze and rived the white oak shakes for the roof, and stacked the rough field stones tight for a chimney and soon he had a snug cabin fit for the best looking girl in several counties, Frankie Stewart.
A feisty little blue-eyed blonde, Frankie had come into the mountains with her family. But unlike her new neighbors, she’d been to school. They said she had more larnin’
than she knew what to do with and what good was it anyway. Ol’ Charlie knew all about staying alive in the wilderness, but when it came to books, he didn’t know B from a bull’s foot. Frankie said she wasn’t going to live with any ignorant man, so during the long cold winter days she would teach him how to cipher and spell, while he lay on a bearskin rug in front of the fire, his famous white coonskin cap serving as a pillow resting on a little wooden stool.
For a time, they seemed like the happiest couple folks thereabouts had ever seen. With the arrival of little Nancy, their household seemed complete. Charlie carved the baby a little teething ring out of mountain birch and built her a cradle from prized cherry wood. He would dandle the child on his chest when he came in at night and would often rock her to sleep himself.
And Frankie was every bit as industrious as he was. Among the other women, she had made a name for herself for being able to card and spin three yards of cotton or wool every day, while taking care of the baby and keeping her house spic and span.
But as the months wore on, Frankie devoted more and more time to little Nancy and less and less to Charlie. The baby was now getting all the special attention that had made him so happy before. And he soon drifted back into his old habits. Folks started to whisper about him and old Zeb Cranberry’s wife and word sped back to Frankie about her and all the other women in Charlie’s active life away from home.
The Stewarts couldn’t help but know Charlie was drinking again. Frankie was too proud to tell them about it, but Charlie was staying out for days and nights at a time and coming home drunk when he came home at all. Frankie didn’t have to spell it out for her people, they could see it in the haggard lines of her face that she was being abused. One of the neighbors said Charlie thought more of his old hound dog, Drum, than he did of Frankie. All up and down the meanders of the Toe River tongues were wagging. Frankie’s daddy let it be known he’d kill Charlie if he ever laid a hand on Frankie or the young’un. The Stewarts had been talking about moving on further West. They’d heard there was free government land up in the new territories northwest of Kentucky. But every time they brought up the subject, Charlie wouldn’t hear of it. This was home and he wasn’t leaving. And, furthermore, neither was Frankie, not on her life.
It was getting along toward Christmas in 1831 when Frankie knew the weather was right for Charlie to take off on one of his long hunting trips. He never volunteered and Frankie never asked why it took him a week or sometimes two weeks to find the bear meat and venison they needed when the woods closer by were full of game. He arose that morning, December 22, and saw a deep snow had fallen, perfect weather for tracking all kinds of game.
But Charlie, Frankie said, would you please cut up some wood and stack it for me before you take off for so long? Charlie cut down a huge hickory tree and sawed and chopped it into just the right lengths to fit their fireplace. Then, he stacked it on the porch the way Frankie had asked him to do.
The baby was quiet and Frankie seemed like the pert young girl he’d married as Charlie came in from the cold after a hard day’s chopping wood. She had fixed a pot of yams the way she’d learned to cook them back in the low country and she had quail browned to a turn; and another pot of precious store-bought rice that had come all the way from Charleston, S.C.
Charlie was a happy man as he got up from the table and lay down in front of the fire to play with the baby. I’ll be gettin’ out afore daylight, Frankie,
he said as he held the baby up and let it dance on his chest. So come kiss yer old man goodbye. I won’t see ye in the morning. Won’t need nothing to eat afore I git to George Young’s place, so ye jist stay in bed.
She bent over and kissed him one last time.
Frankie would later say there was nobody ever as happy as she and Charlie were when they were sparkin’ and even after they were married. She loved him so, she tried to forget it when he’d come home drunk and beat her. She feared for the baby, but he never touched little Nancy.
But I went pert’nigh crazy when it come over me Charlie was goin’ with other women,
she said.
For months, she schemed and plotted how best to kill Charlie; nobody could cross a Stewart and get away with it. Her daddy told her, Frankie, if you don’t kill him, I will.
"That night, I might’near give up doin’ it, but the devil had me, I reckon. Charlie acted like his old self that night. I’d cooked a good supper apurpose fur him. Hit war part of my plan.
"When Charlie went to sleep on the floor after supper, I watched him fur awhile. I got to studyin’ about the trouble he’d caused me. But more’n anything, I recollected what Sallie Hildern said to me about Charlie stayin’ all night with Zeb Cranberry’s wife when he was s’posed to be ahunting. My Charlie lying in that slut’s arms!
Frankie reached down and gently lifted little Nancy up from her father’s arms and put her to bed. For a long time she watched her sleeping husband, until she finally decided If I’m ever going ter to do it, now’s the time.
Charlie had left the sharpened axe just inside the door and Frankie knew it would be heavy for her.
It was almost as if Charlie had laid his head on the chopping block. He always slept with his head resting on his coonskin cap on a little wooden stool. He had his head turned away from the fire so the light wouldn’t keep him awake. Frankie rared back and with all her might lowered the heavy axe onto Charlie’s head. But to her horror, that didn’t kill him.
Charlie jumped up and screamed God bless the child
and Frankie jumped in bed and hid under the covers with baby Nancy. Finally she heard Charlie fall back down, dead on the floor. She took another lick with the axe and chopped Charlie’s head clean off, the blood by now splattering all over the room.
It was late at night and she knew no neighbors nor family would be dropping by, but still she had to get rid of the evidence of her horrible deed. There was only one way; she’d have to burn his body in the fireplace. With the axe, she cut him into quarters like she’d seen Charlie section off a deer or bear. Then she took the butcher knife and began chopping up bits and pieces and throwing them into the flames. The fire almost went out until she started stoking it with more and more wood. By morning, she’d gone through that whole tree Charlie had cut up the day before, still there were parts of Charlie she couldn’t get to burn.
She took his head and hid it in an old hollow tree down the hill; some of the bones she threw way back in a little cave she knew about down by the river; other parts she stuffed down into an old stone mortar hole the old folks had once used to grind corn. She was too crazy with fear to notice the