I wasn't sure where to start their story as there are so many in this family to write about. I decided to start with what I first found and that was Charles Vernon Ramey born 6 Nov 1916 in Norton, VA to Charles Vernon Ramey (1890-1933) & Leveny E Ramey (1892-1937). I will assume they were cousins.
Inmate: #22830 Folsom Prison
Rec: 5 Feb 1940
Crime: Assault With A Deadly Weapon
His siblings:
Cecil Ramey
1913–
Charles Vernon Ramey
1916–1992
Harry S Ramey
1919–1968
Betty Ramey
Harry S Ramey was with Charles and was also sent to prison for assault.
Inmate: #22831 Folsom Prison
Rec: 5 Feb 1940
Crime: Assault With a Deadly Weapon
I didn't find any newspaper clipping on this crime, but I did find some on other crimes.
The Sacramento Bee
Sacramento, California
Fri, Sep 18, 1942 · Page 15
Feather River Bulletin
Quincy, California
Thu, Jan 20, 1944 · Page 2
The Sacramento Bee
Sacramento, California
Thu, May 11, 1944 · Page 25
Their 1944 crime they were back at the walls
Inmate: #24868 Folsom Prison
Rec: 7 Jun 1944
Crime: Robbery 2nd Degree
He was transferred from San Quentin to Folsom
Inmate: #71793 San Quentin Prison
Rec 1 Jun 1944
Crime: Robbery 2nd Degree
Harry's Records is above there was no mugshot for him, below is the index of his information.
Name: Harry Ramey
Alias:[R. R., Harver Harry Brakeman, Davis]
Birth Date: 12 Oct 1919
Birth Place: Virginia
Record Date: 4 Nov 1944
Place of Crime: Sacramento, California, USA
Institution Place: Folsom, Sacramento, California, USA
Age: 25
Prisoner Number: 24969
I didn't find any marriage information for Harry but he died 22 Aug 1968 in Sacramento, CA.
Charles was married several times and had children I will not post as I am not sure if any are living.
Charles & Harry's Grandfather on their mother's side was also in prison.
William Ramey (1858–1933)
Inmate: #1625 Georgia State Prison
Rec: 31 Jan 1907
Crime: Illicit Distilling
He was pardoned
World News, Volume 30, Number 46, 22 August 1917
Virginia Chronicle, World News, 1 August 1917 World News, Volume 30, Number 27, 1 August 1917
1895
His brother was no better.
Andrew Jackson "Dack" Ramey (1867–1890)
Here is the story of Jackson "Dack" Ramey told in 1976 by Charlotte Nickels Dungannon.
DACK RAMEY STRIKES AGAIN- THE HUGH MOORE HOUSE
Mr. Moore was shot and killed in his home on the Clinch River by Dack Ramey. The bullet hole is still visible by the side of the door.
For the crime, Dack Ramey was never tried and since Hugh Moore was the only one at home when he was slain, the only story ever heard of the happenings was told by Ramey himself.
He said he went to Hugh Moore's to buy a quart of apple brandy and while there he and Hugh Moore decided to have a shooting match with pistols. They fired several shots at the mark, wagering fifty cents on each firing. He said a dispute followed over who won the last shot and angry words were exchanged, after which Mr. Moore said he was out of ammunition, but he had plenty more in the house. Ramey waited in the yard for his return. Becoming impatient he approached the door on the south side of the house and saw through the glass front, Moore in a stooping position. Ramey declared he thought Moore was loading his gun to shoot him and to prevent such he shot through the paneling, at the side of the door, and Moore fell over dead in the hallway of his home.
Dack Ramey then walked away from the Moore home and less than two hundred yards away from the house he met Mrs. Moore, who was returning home, carrying her baby Dell in her arms. Mrs. Moore told Dack that Dell had lost one of her baby shoes and for him to please look for it as he went up the hill, and if he found it to lay it on a stump or big rock, and she would retrieve it. Dack said he would.
When Mrs. Moore entered the hallway of her home, she found her husband lying dead on the floor.
Dack Ramey was suspected of the crime and in a short time told people he fired the fatal shot that killed Hugh Moore.
For months and months Ramey was at large on the north side of the country, boldly and brazenly going here and there, sometimes "going to meetin." When Professor W.R. Wolfe was teaching in flatwoods school near the Watson Baker place Dack Ramey was present at the closing of the school program. Many of the men present would liked to have collected the five hundred dollars bounty offered for his capture, dead or alive, but all were afraid of him.
Dack employed Col. Richmond in Gate City as his lawyer to defend him. Taylor Berry, John Moss and Sam Wax of Gate City knew about Col. Richmond's involvement in the case. They wrote a letter to Dack Ramey and forged Col. Richmond's name on the letter.
The letter told Dack Ramey and his brother Bill and John to meet him at the Cross Roads store in Copper Ridge on legal business at a certain day and hour.
Berry, Moss and Wax concealed themselves behind bushes and waited for the Ramey's, who arrived on the appointed time. After waiting awhile and Col. Richmond did not show up, they became suspicious and turned their horses around to ride home when the men called "halt" then shot Dack Ramey, killing him instantly and critically wounding his brother Bill. They told John to throw down his gun or they would kill him.
They hauled Dack Ramey's body to the Cross Road's store and then to Gate City. He was buried at the Ramey graveyard in Miller Yard. The place called "the Dack Ramey killing place."
The Hugh Moore home was originally owned by Isaac and Dorinda Powers, my grandparents. My mother, Leona Powers Osbome, her brothers and sisters went to school at Moore's Gate school house. They sold the home and farm to Hugh Moore and moved to Powers, later known as Miller Yard.
Here are some newspaper articles on Dack
Then I found this article about William Ramey's great-grandson Lilburn Ramey.
The Ramey family sure did have some exciting things going on in their lives. I also found a family history on Ancestry: The Remy family in America, 1650-1942...so much information on this family. It seem most of the descendants embraced it all the good and the bad which thrills me, because I feel it's important to attach all criminal records to those of our dead ancestors. So many wonderful stories.
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