Jessie
Alma Edge
“Granny Edge,” as she was known, was born in Opp,
AL to Mr. and Mrs. Jake
Benton. Newly married, she moved to Niceville, FL. in 1921
when it was
still called Boggy Bayou. Times were hard in the small community of 11
families
where residents struggled to make a living. Jessie had been
raised in a
prosperous On one of those family vacations she met Joe Edge the son of the area’s postmaster. Jessie’s father had picked out another man for her to marry and was opposed to this marriage. Determined and persistent, Jessie stood her ground. She and Joe eloped with the help of a friend who owned the only car in town.
But Jessie’s first months in the area were difficult ones
because she was
treated as an outsider. Suspicious of her, the local women
were reluctant
to get to know her. Again, Jessie’s stubbornness
served her well.
Gradually she won her way into the community circle. She was
most
interested in politics and began attending the town’s public
meetings.
She often brought refreshments to the city council meetings.
However, she
was aware women played no roll in leadership positions, and besides,
she had
a home to keep and was busily raising nine children. She
washed clothes in
water drawn from an old rusty pump in the backyard.
Supplies were
brought into the community by boat, sometimes wagons. If the
weather was
bad and supplies couldn’t get through, the little mercantile
store would run
out. So, if people couldn’t borrow from a neighbor
they simply had to do
without. The soil here was too poor for raising any significant food
crops. But, all along, her interest in community government
remained.
Husband Joe, managed the Meigs’ fish house. And when an ice
house was built he
managed it, too. Later, he was the first to have a garage in
town.
Jessie’s father sent her five brand new Fords with a mileage
meter on the
steering wheel. When the fishing boats came in the crewmen
would cash
their paychecks and come up to the garage to rent a car. In
those years a
trip to Crestview was a treat – they always got stuck in the
sandy road during
the trip and had to be dug out. But it was worth it because Crestview
had a
drug store and different others little stores . . . even a place to get
ice
cream! A trip to
After her husband died in 1979 she was able to focus on community
activism. Encouraged by friends she worked to become a
delegate to the
Florida Silver-Haired Legislature. Though this position was more
ceremonial in
nature, she gained experience representing her district in the State
Capitol of
Tallahassee. Owner and operator of Phil’s Taxi in
the late 1960s and 70s,
Jessie was most capable of providing for herself and her family.
She lobbied to have a new hospital built in the community and soon had
a
reputation of as a political force of nature. As her
influence grew she
attended the White House Conference on Aging. State
Representative James
Ward remembered Jessie when a political pal told him,
“You’ve got to get Jessie
off of me!” Jim understood what the politician
meant. Jim said,
“When Jessie phones you it’s like having your
grandmother twist your
arm.” Thanks to “Granny” as she
had become known, the Twin Cities Pavilion
Congregate Living Facility was dedicated in 1983. Jessie had been
instrumental
in getting a $75,000 grant; the land leased, and volunteer groups to
contribute
time and money for the facility. The pavilion’s
dining room was named in
her honor.
When the votes were counted on
In an article of the Congressional Record, July 1983, she is described
as
“bubbling with vitality” “A
lifelong member of the Pentecostal Church of
Niceville, she has converted the admonitions of the pulpit into the
fact of
Christian living.” The article concludes with this
observation:
“Granny is trying to tell us something, and we would be wise
to listen.
Competence comes in many packages, some small, others large; some
brand-new,
and some seasoned in the school of Achievement. Granny Edge
comes from
the latter. She does not feel like she has won anything. She sees the
next 4
years as a broader opportunity to service Niceville and its people.
Whether she
admits it or not, Granny is a winner, and so are we all.”