Having gone to Tulsa Oklahoma to find out about the death of my grandfather, I was shocked to learn how he had died. On January 14, 1925, in downtown Tulsa, Oklahoma, my grandfather, E.S. Hutchison, age 43, had his brains blown out by a jealous husband, Charles Eugene Purdy, (see Blog 18: Love Pirate Murder).
To try to find out more about my grandfather, I went to the annex on the outskirts of Tulsa where probate records were kept.
Tulsa County Annex Building
I shook my head in disbelief at what I found in the probate files. I was astounded that the estate of my grandfather in 1925 was worth over USD $200,000!! A fortune in those days.
There were pages and pages of disputes about who should get the money – the children of his first wife, my grandmother, who had three children, (the first born was my father, W. Lon Hutchison), his second wife, who had four children and was living in Arkansas or the woman Helen Purdy, who was with my grandfather when he was shot and killed by her estranged husband, Charles Eugene Purdy. A handwritten will left specific sums to his mother, sister and children from both wives, and made Helen Purdy his executor.
The story became more complex reading through over 70 pages of charges and counter-charges, mainly between E.S. Hutchison’s second wife, Mary Hutchison and Helen Purdy, who had been his employee and personal secretary prior to his murder. In the depositions included in the files, Helen Purdy is accused by Mary Hutchison of conspiring with her ex-husband Charles Eugene Purdy to defraud my grandfather of his considerable fortune.
The issue of why Charles Eugene Purdy shot my grandfather, despite the “Love Pirate” stories, became less clear because the documents state that Purdy had filed for divorce from his wife some months prior to the shooting. Also at one point, according to the probate documents, he had received tens of thousands of dollars from my grandfather because Purdy had somehow contrived to have my grandfather briefly put in jail.
The probate files included a copy of my grandfather’s hard-to-decipher handwritten will that I forced myself to read and re-read. My grandfather wrote that his firstborn son, my father, W. Lon Hutchison, would get $100 from his estate, but only if my father never returned to Tulsa until after his father had died!
My father, the firstborn child, had been disinherited by his father. Decades later he did the same to his firstborn child – me. I was beginning to get the picture. The more I found out, the more I wanted to try to stop the passing on of rejection generation after generation within this family.
Have you found a pattern of rejection in your family?
What have you tried or are trying to do about it?
Your comments are most welcome!
2 thoughts on “Disinherited”
Fascinating stories that are our family. You have added value to my life by discovering this history and passing it onto future generations. Thank you!
A pattern of rejection doesn’t jump out at me, but what I do find curious is a pattern of suppression. Family members tend to avoid passing along this side of our lives. Maybe we are embarrassed? Some (like my mother and probably your father) want to bury history. That’s a shame. Humans seek a sense of identity, and family heritage is the first place most of us turn to shape our identities. I hope your work will encourage others to surface their stories as a gift to future generations. These stories are worth telling.