In 1948 Jimmie
Skinner wrote the song Doin’ my Time.
The version
I remember went:
Doin’ my time
With a ball and chain;
They call you by your number
Not your
name.
Someone to
whom this ultimately applied was Albert Delmont Jones aka Albert Royal Delmont.
His life story has been covered on this blog in the past (for example see -
https://truthhistory.blogspot.com/search?q=albert+delmont+jones
– or use the search term Albert Delmont Jones). This material covers his work
with Charles Taze Russell, his magazines, his marriages, his fraudulent
schemes, and ultimately his death alone and in obscurity.
But a
little more original source material has to come to light. Hence, Albert’s
number. When he died his grave marker had no name – just his number, 2095.
Rewinding
slightly – after all the publishing, marriages, scams and scandals, Albert disappears
from the 1920 census, although if any other researcher can find him there
please do so and enlighten us. Down on his luck with his heady days long behind
him he turns up in the 1925 census for Buffalo, New York. A slight malfunction
of a pen probably turned an entry for Albert R Delmont into Albert K Delmont,
but the age is right.
Albert is living with more than 25 other
men as a roomer in three linked dwellings. The head of the family, one Geo Van Nese, calls himself a “hotel
proprietor.” This appears to be a hostel for single men. Albert, who owns up to
being 70 years old, is retired.
At the
end of February 1929 Albert moved into the New Castle County Hospital in
Delaware. We know this from his death certificate which is now available on
Find a Grave. He died there on May 15, 1930. He had been attended there by a
doctor since February 28, 1929, for Chronic Diabetes. Insulin injections transformed
the treatment of diabetes in the 1920s and Albert was quite fortunate to live
as long as he did, especially after what we might assume as to his lifestyle.
No family
details are given on the certificate. Albert was survived by several ex-wives
(by my reckoning four) and three adult children. But no-one knew where he was.
And no-one cared.
New
Castle County Hospital started life as the New Castle County Almshouse in 1885. It was designed to house people who were
generally single, elderly or infirm, and crucially – poor. It was an effort of
the state to care for people who had no family to help them, one suspects a bit
akin to the British workhouse (Think Charles Dickens and Oliver Twist).
A postcard
exists showing the building.
The
caption reads: “New Castle County Hospital and Delaware State Hospital for
Insane. Near Wilmington, Del.”
The
building housing Albert was the one on the left. Why anyone would choose to send
such a miserable postcard to anyone else is open to question.
If you
lived there, then you could well die there, and unless relatives claimed your
body you were buried in a nearby pauper’s cemetery today known as the New
Castle County Hospital Cemetery (Farnhurst Potters Field).
Here is
where the numbering system came in. Each grave had a small stone marker about 5
inches square. Each stone had a number. If it had been a bad week for deaths,
then once a grave was dug it could have multiple occupants.
The
hospital closed down in 1933. The building was eventually destroyed by fire, and
some records thought lost. However, in recent years the Death Book for 1926–1933 was rediscovered and painstakingly
recorded in a database by Dr. Katherine A. Dettwyler. The original register
gives us the entry for Albert. Below, courtesy of the Delaware Public Archives
is his entry. It goes right across a double page.
The right
hand page reads:
That this
is the right Albert is made clear from the census held earlier in 1930 where
Albert was still sufficiently lucid to give his place of birth.
Albert’s
stone is not visible today. In the early 1960s the bulk of the cemetery was just
covered over to make a ramp for an approach road to the Delaware Memorial
Bridge. No records were then extant for those buried there and there was scant
concern for the graveyard. Below is a modern photograph showing part of the
site where a few stones can still be seen, but the numbers in the photograph
show these are quite early ones. Albert is definitely buried under the bulk of
the site that disappeared in the 1960s.
Photograph by Hal G.
Brown, reproduced with permission.
There is
one quirk of fate to complete this tale. After editing his religious paper Zion’s Day Star in the 1880s, Albert
tried his hand again with a political journal in 1900. It was called American Progress.
I make no
attempt to understand American politics of this era, and Albert no doubt was a
product of his times. However, a clear tenet of his paper was that Negroes
should be banned from government.
Careful work by Kathy Dettwyler and Hal
Brown sifted through the entries in the New Castle Death Book and thousands of on-line Certificates of Death for New Castle
County, and revealed that Albert was not alone in grave number 2095. You can
now check out the details on Find a Grave.
Here is Albert’s entry.
But in the same grave, plot number 2095,
there is also a child.
No sex was recorded, and Baby Crompton was
stillborn. But the original entry for grave 2095 shows that Baby Crompton, forever
sharing Albert’s final resting place under the freeway, is African-American.
There is
a certain irony there.