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Patrolman Jimmy A. Traylor

South Carolina Highway Patrol, South Carolina

End of Watch Friday, December 25, 1970

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Reflections for Patrolman Jimmy A. Traylor

Patrolman Traylor,
On today, the 50th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of the state of South Carolina. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.


United States Border Patrol

December 25, 2020

Rest in peace Trooper Taylor.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

June 26, 2019

Rest In Peace

Chief Marshal Randy L. Ford (ret)
Green Mt Falls, CO

December 25, 2015

Your heroism and service is honored today, the forty-first anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered.

I pray for the solace of all those who love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever. Your family is in my heart's embrace today

I was saddened to see that Christmas Day is the eow for so many, many officers. Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

December 25, 2011

rest in peace christmas day 2011 and god bless you.

Lt J.P.

December 25, 2011

He will not be forgotten 40 years ago this Christmas Day 2010!!

Trooper W.R. Griffith
South Carolina Highway Patrol

December 24, 2010

Officer Traylor your work on this Earth as we know it is done. You are in God's Hands now brother. May you rest in peace.

SGT. Daryl Brewer
Clarksville Police Dept. Clarksville, Tennessee

December 20, 2009

Gone but never forgotten.RIP.


September 22, 2008

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

May 5, 2008

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 [email protected]

William Hamilton STEWART
Cousin of Patrolman James A. Traylor

April 29, 2008

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)

January 15, 2008

Patrolman Traylor

Thank You for having served the Carolina Community.

Maj M. B. Parlor

December 25, 2007

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

Manchester, Nh

December 23, 2007

Rest in Peace Cousin.

Deputy Michael Traylor
Brevard County Sheriff's Office

November 8, 2007

"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
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.

July 11, 2007

"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

June 25, 2007

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

May 8, 2007

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"


March 5, 2005

Remembering you today, Sir.



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