Sim Enicks was born in 1831. His father died when he was ten years old and his brother, William R. Enecks, became his guardian. In 1856 he was married to Julia Thigpen and living in Brooksvilie, Fla. In March of 1862 his address was Patriot, Fla. On June 21, 1862 he enrolled in the army at Bay Port, Fla for a period of three years or more and was assigned to 1 Corp Co. C, 6 Battalion Florida Infantry (age 32). In 1863 he was "detached to Capt McKay". June 25, 1864, from Brooksville, Fla., he wrote,
" Dear Mother, This will inform you that I am well and hope to find you all the same. My company has gone to Virginia but I am detailed to stay here and hunt beef cattle for the government and won't have to go off with them. Julia and all the negroes are well and doing well. You must write to me, direct your letter to Brooksville, Fla, don't put the name of my company as it might go to Virginia. I will write to you again soon. You must write soon to me A.S. Enecks
." Andrew Simpkins, whom your father and aunties know well, because he lived out there with them a good long while, and finally after a good long life of idleness and waste and worry and trouble to his mother, and others too, married a Miss Julia Thigpen, and at last got away down somewhere among her people, I think, and there died and left one son, whom we used to hear from occasionally, but latterly have heard nothing whatever.
Poor old Uncle Sim, he was a complete failure in every respect except a good kind heart, and did love his people, and I would so much like to have known where, and when, and how he died, and been near him to put my hand in his and loved and comforted him a little. He was mighty fond of my mother and her children, because she never chided, and was ever kind and gentle with him. And so did he love "Brother William" as he called my father, but the latter's patience and forbearance was so taxed at times that he could not refrain from remonstrance and reproof. But oh my, there are many just such in this big world, and some mother or some one else loves them, and I know God does, for He made them and knows better how to pity and have mercy."
From Kate Enecks letter to S. W. Bradley, 1902 ---