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Gone but never forgotten.RIP.

Anonymous

2008-09-22

Greater love hath no man that he give up his life for a friend. Rest in peace, sir. Thank you for your service and sacrifice.

Mike Steele
Son of fallen Trooper Marion Charles Steele
2008-05-05

None of the people named below are still alive.

Jimmy's father C. Meador TRAYLOR and my parents owned adjacent farms. Jimmy and I were the same age and played together when we were children. Jimmy and his mother Floride FEASTER were as sweet and loving as angels. I loved my cousin Jimmy TRAYLOR more than anyone I have ever known. I still think of Jimmy and grieve over his loss.

Jimmy's grandfather William Henry TRAYLOR (born 6/15/1847 - died 4/25/1920) was a Confederate soldier. William Henry TRAYLOR was the son of William E. TRAYLOR and Nancy B. LYLES, the grandson of Arromanus LYLES II (1786 - ?) and Mary WOODWARD (~1788 - ?); was the ggrandson of Arromanus (Colonel) LYLES (1748 - 1817) and his second wife Rebecca VALENTINE (~1750 - ?) and of Reverend William WOODWARD and Nancy BARRETT (~1767 - 8/10/1829), was the gggrandson of Ephraim LYLES, Sr. (~1720 - ~1755) and of Thomas "the Regulator" WOODWARD (? - 5/12/1779) and Jemima COLLINS.

Reverend WILLIAM "Preacher Billy" WOODWARD represented Fairfield County in Congress and fought in battles of Eutaw, etc. during SC's first Revolution. His father Thomas WOODWARD was known as the "Regulator" when the only courts were far away in Charleston.

William Henry TRAYLOR's wife Alice Wix (born 5/1/1861 - died 11/18/1939) was the daughter of Confederate soldier William Riley WIX and Mary Ann EDGE, and the ggranddaughter of Julian PRICE (1817 - 1908) and William Warren EDGE (born about 1816) of Chester and Union counties of South Carolina, and the gggranddauther of Daniel PRICE.

Members of our Traylor family still hold reunions at the Feasterville Boarding house, which is about a mile from Jimmy's boyhood home (now owned by his Stewart cousins) in Fairfield County. I visited Jimmy's young wife and children after his death. I lost touch with them but think of them often. Kinfolks of Jimmy TRAYLOR are welcome to contact me at genealogies@juno.com

William Hamilton STEWART
Cousin of Patrolman James A. Traylor
2008-04-29

Thank you, sir, for serving and protecting the citizens of South Carolina, and for valiantly assisting another trooper in distress. I don't know which county you served in, but at the time, I was 10 years old -- you died protecting kids like me. Thank you!

PSO CW Edwards
North Augusta Dept. of Public Safety (SC)
2008-01-15

Patrolman Traylor

Thank You for having served the Carolina Community.

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD
2007-12-25

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

VanDenBerghe
Manchester, Nh
2007-12-23

Rest in Peace Cousin.

Deputy Michael Traylor
Brevard County Sheriff's Office
2007-11-08

"The Badge"
He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.
He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.
Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.
He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.
His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.
He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.
And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.
But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.
Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.
Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.
So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.
In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.
Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.
Written By:
David L. Bell
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept.
2007-07-11

"No person was ever honoured for what he received. Honour has been the reward for what he gave."
--Calvin Coolidge

Debra Brewer
caring citizen & COPS member
2007-06-25

Another loss for the SCHP on Christmas Day. There is no good day for an officer to die, but Christmas Day seems especially tragic. I am sorry for your loss and your family's grief on a day that should have been filled joy.
May you rest in God's Peace.

Debbie Brewer
citizen and COPS member
2007-05-08

The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a saint."

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his god.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell"

GREGG HOUSTON
SOUTH CAROLINA
2005-03-05

Remembering you today, Sir.

12-25-02 32 YEARS AGO THIS CHRISTMAS DAY,SOUTH CAROLINA LOST A HERO.GONE,BUT YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN BROTHER.MAY GOD BLESS.REST IN PEACE.

CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RETIRED
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.