Family Histories

Family Histories for the Rose and Kirkpatrick Families

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Wednesday's Child: Katie Lee Heaslet, 1897 - 1899

Katie Lee Heaslet 1897 - 1899
Daughter of Woolsey Heaslet and Georgia Wilson Heaslet, born and died in Talladega, Alabama.  Buried at the Fayetteville Memorial Cemetery, near the grave of her grandfather, Benjamin Heaslet.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Joann Elizabeth Rose, 1933 - 1935

Joann Elizabeth Rose, 2-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. R.V. Rose of Oak Hurst Park, died in a local hospital Wednesday night after a brief illness.  She was born in Jacksonville.  Surviving her are her mother and father,  four sisters, Mrs. Louise Vaugh, Mary Ann, Grace and Betty Rose; four brothers, Robert V., Carter, J.D. and Harry Rose, all at home.

Funeral services will be held at 3 o'clock this afternoon in the Elliott Funeral Home, the Rev. J.A. Leland officiating.  Burial will be in Evergreen Cemetery.
Florida Times-Union, December 27, 1935

My aunt, Joann Rose, was the baby of the nine children of Robert and Mary Fuller Rose.  On Christmas Eve, 1935, she became ill with pneumonia and died the next day.  She was buried on December 27, 1935, on her second birthday, at Evergreen Cemetery in Jacksonville, Florida.  

Monday, December 22, 2014

Tombstone Tuesday: Sallie V. Satterwhite Heaslet 1876 - 1894

Sallie Satterwhite Heaslet

Sallie V. Satterwhite Heaslet, daughter of Jimmy and Elizabeth Satterwhite, married Woolsey Franklin Heaslet in Coosa, Alabama on December 14, 1893.  She died just eight months later, on July 8, 1894, in Talladega, Alabama at the age of 18.  She is buried at Fayetteville Memorial Cemetery in Fayetteville, Talladega, Alabama.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Tombstone Tuesday: James Cunningham Russell 1805 - 1882

James Cunningham Russell 1805 - 1882
Born in Abbeville, South Carolina, died in Talladega, Alabama.  Buried at the Fayetteville Memorial Cemetry in Talladega, Alabama.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Obituary Sunday: Benjamin Clark Heaslet, Jr. 1810 - 1895

B. C. Heaslet, Fayetteville Memorial Cemetery, Talladega, Alabama

This venerable pioneer passed away at his home the 21st day of January 1895. at the age of nearly eighty five years.

He was born Feb. 25. 1810, in the State of Tennessee. In 1812 his parents removed to Alabama and settled near Huntsville. In 1816 they moved again and settled in Shelby County, near Huntsville. Here the family remained until 1830 when they settled in what is now Talladega County. It was then a wilderness traversed only by Indian trails. They were among the first whites who settled in Talladega County and the county was covered by vast forest. Young Heaslet helped his father build the first house that was reared by white men in that part of the county. His father's name was B.C. Heaslet. In this section the rest of his life was spent. He was a man of strong constitution and encountered the hardships of life and labors incident to that day with hardihood and energy and patience. In the strength of his youth he helped to cut away the forest growth and plant in the wilderness the dominion of Civilized man. He belonged to that generation of men who opened up the fields, traced the roads, and built the homesteads of Alabama.

In 1835 he was married to Miss Ellen Rogers, and seven children were born by this first marriage. Of these five are still living and two are deceased. His wife died in 1847 and he remained a widower until August 1855, when he was married to Miss S.E. Russell. By this marriage, his second, nine children were born, seven still living and two deceased. He was baptized into the fellowship of the Fort William Baptist Church in 1857 and lived an honest consistent Christian life. He was a close student of the scriptures and grew familiar with all the promises of God. His conversation was largely concerning the meaning and interpretation of scripture. His manner of life was unpretentious. In speech he was of few words, candid, and straight forward, knew but one way to say a thing and that in the fewest words. In life he was earnest: in faith he was strong; in habit he was temperate. His will, his constitution, and his convictions were strong. Although he was a representative pioneer and lived to see the vast forests disappear and fields of corn and cotton take its place. For sixty-five years he has continually lived in Talladega County, and never had a spell of sickness.

In November 1893 he was thrown from his buggy and received the injuries which finally carried him off. He was confined to his room for fourteen months, during which time he suffered much bodily pain until death released him on the 21st of January 1895. He never murmured at suffering, but the strength of his faith sustained him when the strength of the body failed. He was buried in Fayetteville Cemetery on the 22nd of January and many were the friends who attended the burial service. By Pastor, Thomas Henderson.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Treasure Chest Thursday: Grandma's Charm Bracelet

I found this bracelet in with my grandmother's jewelry at my mother's house.  I've never seen it before, I imagine it was put away long ago.  The charms are for each of her grandchildren, with the child's name on one side and birth date on the other.   I'm the youngest child on it and two more were born after me, so I assume this bracelet was put away shortly after my birth.  I cleaned it up as best I could, although it's still a little dingy.  But a treasure, nevertheless.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Those Places Thursday: Stinking Creek, Tennessee

I've noticed a number of my ancestors from Campbell County, Tennessee lived in an area called "Stinking Creek."  Not a very appealing name in an area in the Cumberland Mountains that is incredibly beautiful.  I was curious as to how it earned this name; the Campbell County GenWeb page says that during a particularly cold winter in 1789-80, much of the wildlife in the area then called Sugar Creek, perished in the cold.  Their remains laid there until spring when the snow and ice melted, and -- you get the picture.  The Native Americans in the area began calling it Stinking Creek and the name remains -- without the stink.

If you're traveling on I-75 in northern Tennessee, you'll find Stinking Creek off of exit 144.  Don't let the name put you off.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Sunday's Obituary: Louisa Smith Baird, 1836 - 1898

Louisa Baird -- the death angel came on the 25th day of December, A.D., 1898, to the home of Elder Jesse Baird and wafted the spirit of his precious wife, Louisa, to that beautiful city not made with hands eternally in the heavens there to join, as we believe, one son and one daughter with all the ransomed throng sing that glad new song of Moses and the Lamb.

(The reason for this obituary coming in at this late hour, it was overlooked at our first association after her decease, and there seemed to be some dissatisfaction about it and the church now presents the obituary to this association.)

Louisa, the subject of this obituary, was the daughter of John and Helen Smith, born in Tennessee, Nov. the 9th, 1836, and in her 17th year, Aug. the 6th, she became the wife of Jesse Baird and they settled down at Elk Valley, Tenn. and unto them were born nine sons and four daughters, one son and one daughter preceded their mother to the eternal home, the other eleven with their father and great number of grandchildren with other friends and relatives are  left to mourn their loss.  She lived with her husband, Elder Jesse Baird, about 45 years at his present home in Elk Valley, Tenn.  She professed faith in Christ in her early womanhood and lived a pious member of Elk Fork United Baptist church until her death.  In her sickness she seemed to have no fears about her eternal felicity, but offered to her Heavenly Father strong prayers for her children and friends whom she was leaving behind.  Doubtless she is now waiting in happy anticipation of the resurrection morn when all the bloodwashed billions that inaumerable throng will engage in singing that glad immortal song.  May it be that all her children and friends will emulate her in this life and dwell with her above.  By order of the church. 

                                                                                       Jesse Baird, Moderator

J. J. Duncan, Clerk

 Presumably, this obituary was issued at the Elk Fork United Baptist Church after Louisa's death. 

Louisa Smith Baird's grave at the Baird Cemetery in Elk Valley, Campbell, Tennessee

Thursday, November 20, 2014

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: William Henderson Shoemake and Cyrena Allen Shoemake

William Henderson Shoemake, born 1824 in Crowton, Jackson, Alabama.  William was of Cherokee and white descent, born on the reservation possessed by his grandmother, Annie Bone Thorn, a Cherokee.   In 1883, William and his brother, John Wesley, moved to Porum, Oklahoma, and petitioned to be recognized as Cherokee in to gain land being distributed to the Cherokee at that time.  The court initially would not grant them recognition as Cherokee, however, they reversed their decision the following day.  In 1908, their claim was once again in dispute; testimony by one witness given at that time indicates the Shoemake brothers may have paid someone to have their earlier claim recognized.  His Dawes file is very large; some testimony indicates that he was actually on the white side during the Cherokee removal.  In spite of that, the Shoemakes were recognized by the Dawes Commission as Cherokee by blood.

William and some other family members had left Alabama and moved to Cass (then Davis) County, Texas in the 1840's.  He married Margaret Collins there and they had two sons; William Christopher Columbus, and George (who was born and died in 1860).  During the Civil War, William volunteered for the Confederate Army and worked as a sort of border patrol guard (at four times the normal pay rate!),  traveling along the Red River looking out for Union troops, while Margaret and their son William lived with her relatives in Davis County.  Around this time, William heard that an old friend, Will Cadell, had been killed in the war, and his widow, Cyrena (Allen), was alone on the prairie with two children.   William took it upon himself to "look after" Cyrena and married her, moving his new family to Arkansas, despite the fact that he already had a wife.  He later claimed in his Dawes testimony that Margaret had died; Margaret was actually declared "insane" and died in April 1870.  By then William and Cyrena had three sons, with seven more children to be born in the next 14 years.  They were living in Sebastian, Arkansas in 1880, along with her children from her first marriage, James and Rosetta, and their own seven children.  In 1900, they were living in Indian Territory (Oklahoma), where they remained for the rest of their lives. 

Wiliam and Cyrena continued to live in Muskcogee County, Oklahoma, until he died in 1908.  Cyrena lived in 1934.  They are buried at Fields Cemetery in Porum, Oklahoma.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Tombstone Tuesday: Jellico Cemetery, Jellico, Campbell, Tennessee

Jellico Cemetery is in the little town of Jellico, Tennessee, just south of the Kentucky state line.  A number of my ancestors are buried here; many Stanfills, Perkins, Lays and Bairds were laid to rest here, including the unfortunate Squire Perkins, who was murdered by bushwackers during the Civil War for being a Union sympathizer.

Squire is buried next to Simon Snyder, his brother-in-law, who was also killed that day.  Squire's mother, Cintha Stanfill, and her husband William Perkins, are buried next to Squire.  Their stones are propped up against a tree next to his grave; presumably they had fallen and were left there. 

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Military Monday: Jesse Asbury Duncan, Prisoner of War

Jesse Duncan was born in Henry, Georgia in 1830.  He married Caroline Kirkpatrick in Newton, Georgia in 1855; they eventually became parents to five children.  The family moved to Randolph, Georgia, near the Alabama state line, just prior to Civil War.  In 1862, Jesse volunteered with the 55th Georgia Regiment Infantry. 

The Battle of Cumberland Gap was fought in September 1863 as Union forces tried to make their way down into Knoxville, Tennessee.  The 55th Georgia Infantry was among those fighting here and Jesse was captured and sent to Camp Douglas in Chicago.  Camp Douglas was one of the largest prisoner of war camps in the Union, holding more than 26,000 prisoners at one time.   Conditions were bad, with no working sewage system when the camp opened, one hydrant to provide water for all prisoners and low-lying ground that flooded (and then froze in winter) with every rain.  More than 4,000 Confederate prisoners eventually died before the prison was closed at the end of the war.

Jesse was fortunate to survive and return home to Georgia after he was discharged in May 1865.  He and Caroline remained in Randolph county with their children through 1870, then joined most of her family in moving to Cass, Texas before 1880.   They raised their family (with the exception of one daughter who died at age 2) there until his death in 1900.  Caroline survived to the age of 91, dying in Gray, Texas, in 1931.  She had by then outlived all but one of her children, John, who had become one of the city of Pampa, Texas' most prominent citizens.

Jesse is buried at O'Farrell Cemetery in Cass, Texas, near his son George, who had passed away in 1899.  Caroline is buried in Gray, Texas.

Jesse A. Duncan, 1830 - 1900

Friday, November 14, 2014

Family Recipe Friday: Cleo Clemmon's Custard Pie

Since Thanksgiving is nearly upon us and that means pie, here is another recipe from Grandma Berry's cookbook.  I believe Cleo was a friend of hers. 

Cleo Clemmons’ Custard Pie

Make a pastry for a one crust pie, build up high fluted edge.

Filling for 9” Pie:

4 eggs
2/3 cup sugar
½ teasoon salt
¼ teaspoon nutmeg
2 2/3 cups milk, scalded*
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Preheat oven to 450 degrees.

In a mixing bowl, beat the eggs slightly, then beat in the sugar, salt, nutmeg, milk and vanilla extract.  Pour into pie crust.  Bake for 15 minutes, then lower oven temperature to 350 degrees.  Bake for 15 minutes more or until done.

Check for doneness by inserting a metal knife 1 inch from the side of the crust.  If the knife cones out clean, pie is done.  The center may still be a bit soft, but will set later.  Baking too long makes the custard watery.

*You can use half milk and half cream to make the custard richer.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Monday, November 10, 2014

Tombstone Tuesday - Lay Family Cemetery, Elk Valley, Campbell, Tennessee

The Lay Family Cemetery is on Red Cut Road in Elk Valley, a beautiful, winding road with a spectacular view of the Cumberland Mountains.  It's a small cemetery, near what I presume is where the family farms once were.  It is the resting place of many of my Lay, Perkins, Stanfill and Baird ancestors.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Military Monday: Baird Brothers, Co. A, 1st Tennessee Infantry Volunteers, Union

The five Baird brothers; Lewis Millard (Jr.), Samuel Crittendon, Zebedee, Andrew and Pryor Perkins (my great-great-grand uncles), were raised in Whitley County, Kentucky and Campbell County, Tennessee, a portion of the south that had many Union sympathizers.  When the Civil War began, the four brothers all enlisted together; the regiment was formed in Garrard County, Kentucky in the late summer of 1861.  Some time after their enlistment, word got to the bushwackers in their home counties that they had joined the Union and their father, Lewis Millard, was taken prisoner and sent to a confederate prison at Salisbury, North Carolina, where he later died.  (

Four of the brothers survived the war and returned home.  Andrew was killed by an accidental discharge of a pistol at camp in Pulaski, Kentucky on December 30, 1861. 

Below is a picture of Pryor Perkins, the baby of the family, proudly standing by an American flag during a Veteran's Day celebration.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: Take care of her for my baby is all of my study...

Sampson Lafayette Stanfill, one of the multitude of Sampson Lafayette Stanfill/Stanfield's in my maternal tree, was born in Campbell, Tennessee in 1836.   This particular Sampson moved south to Walker County, Georgia, where he married a young woman named Mary Bridgeman in 1858.  They had a daughter named Mary Jane the following year, and one named Hannah in 1861.  Mary died in 1862 and no record or mention of Mary Jane can be found after her birth, leading me to believe she had also passed away.  Sampson returned to Tennessee after the Civil War began (I'm not sure if it was before or after his wife's death), joining the 12th Tennessee Cavalry, Union.   Among the documents found in his pension files are the two following letters written by him; one to Miller Butler and his wife Mary in 1864; and one written in 1863 to a cousin, Mary Rusel (Russell?), who seems to have been caring for Hannah at the time.

March 15, 1863. Camp comming ner Mobeil, Ala. and confeds

Der couzen mary, I for the first time in life im brace the present opertunity of droping you a few lines to let you no that I am well at present and hope when these few lines may come to hand and find you enjoying the same state of helth. I have nothing of im portended to right to you at present only that wee have harde times her at present but that is a thing of nothing after evrey body gits to it. Wee are well fixed for our camps am wee don't have to stand gard her when it is raining an wee don't have to be in evrey of the bad wether. That is a fine thing on our side.

I want you to knit for Hannah C. Stanfill a pare of stockings for sumer if you plese an if I ... ever get home I will pay you for it an I want you to help Lizy to take car of her for my baby is all of my study. I don't never go to slepe of a night a thought thinking of her an how she loved to lye of a night with her litle armes a round my neck it filles my hart with pain to think my der child an to think that I am compeled to stay so fare from her but I trust to the lord that he will spare our lives til we will meat a gane in this world. So you must excuse my short an bad leter.  So I must bring my leter to a close. Some more at present only now yours cozen until deth you miss.

Sampson L. Stanfill
Mary Rusel

Right to me as soon as you got this leter and give me the news if you plese. It is hot wether here now. We have to go in our shirt sleeves  people was planting corn.

Pulaski, Tenn. July the 14/64

I set my self to drop you a few lines to let you no that I am well at present and I truly hope that these few lines will come safe to hand and find you all well. I have got nothing new to rite to you only crops is fine in this country. I have sene a good deal of Tenn. since I started to travel over it.  We had a litle fite with the bush whackers they kild my Capt and woonded one man and we kild forty nine of them but our hole ridgement was after them they could not run evey way with out they run into our men and they as quick as they se a bush whacker they fire at them and we shoote to hit. We have bin her two weeks that is the longest that we have stade eney wher since the first march. We have bin riding study. I think I will be a goode hand to ride a ganst.  My three years is out if I have till then.  I am in hop that I will live to see this cruel war over.  I wood love to come home and stay vary much but I am willing to fite for our goverment for I am a full blooded yankey.  I rote a letter and sent it by Spangler to you. You never sent me any anser. He sede he sent the leter to you and I sent some money to you and I wanted to no whether you got it or not. I droed some more money I could send you if I had the chance to send to you.  I droed $30 dolers to day.  I would love to see Hanner and all of the children vary much but if I live till fall or Chrismass I will come and see al of you if I live till then. I want you to rite to me with out fail as soon as you get this leter.  Direct to Nashville, Tenn. 12 Cavaldry.  So no more at present.

Sampson L. Stanfill
To M.C. and Mary Butler

Robert Jones, plese send this to Creed Butler as soon as posibel.

Robert, I wish you will rite to me and I will rite to you.  Spangler got back safe.

According to testimony by one of Sampson's fellow soldiers, he died on August 14,1864 at Pulaski, Tennesee, of "brain fever."  The above letter is dated July 14, 1864; perhaps he was actually not in the good health he claimed when he wrote Miller and Mary Butler.  And sadly, he probably never made it home to see Hannah again.

Miller Butler became Hannah's guardian and she is shown on census records living in his home in 1870.  She later married and had a family in Catoosa, Georgia, where she died in 1921.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Tombstone Tuesday - Stanfield Cemetery

Last week I was finally able to make the trip from Atlanta to Campbell County, Tennessee, where much of my maternal grandfather's family came from.  Campbell is in upper east Tennessee, just a few miles from the Kentucky state line in the Cumberland Mountains.  We drove over a mountain road near Lafollette, Tennessee and wound our way around to Elk Valley.  I was unprepared for how truly beautiful this place is.  A lovely, green valley surrounded by mountains (luckily, at the height of the fall colors).  A perfect time to walk the (many) cemeteries on our list and find those family members I've been researching and reading about for so long.  I can't be the only one who begins to feel like I really know these people, can I? 

I found my third great-grandfather, Sampson Stanfill (the spelling of the family seems to have changed mid-1800s) beside my third great-grandmother, Rhoda Ellison, in what was clearly the oldest part of the cemetery.  Sampson  moved to Knox, Kentucky (now Whitley)  from Anson, North Carolina with his family before 1810.  He met Rhoda, whose family had moved from Virginia,  and they married in 1822 and became the parents of ten children; my great-great grandfather, Milton, was their eldest child.  Sampson worked as a surveyor and a farmer in the area while raising his family.  His son James donated the land the cemetery is on (as well as the Stanfield United Baptist Church); his son Lewis's wife, Ellen Faulkner, was the first person buried in the cemetery in 1868. 

Sampson is buried between his two wives; Rhoda Ellison and his second wife, Celia Carroll.  

Sampson Lafayette Stanfill 1800 -  1887

Rhoda (Rhody) Rachel Ellison Stanfill 1806 - 1867
Celia Carroll Stanfill 1806 - 1879

Many of the stones are now unreadable and weathered down to just small bits sticking up from the ground.  No doubt there are more of my ancestors in these plots, but I don't think we'll ever be able to know who they are.

Ellen Faulkner Stanfill 1841 - 1868

Lewis  J. Stanfill 1832 - 1897

Lewis J. Stanfill
James Stanfill 1828 - 1903
 Some time in the late 1800's, my great-great grandfather's widow and most of their children moved to Madison, Arkansas.  I have to wonder what would take them away from the beauty of this place where they had made their home.  To do:  look up whether or not they were giving away land in Arkansas!

I'm already planning a return trip in the spring; the four days we had just wasn't enough to go to every cemetery and repository I need to visit.  Can't wait to go back!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - A Mystery (Partially) Solved

 EDITED 10/30/17:  Since writing this post, I have come across more information regarding the marriage of William Maberry and Araminta Blevins.  I initially thought that Armanita's twin daughters, born just a few months after her sister's death, were the children of William Maberry, however, I have since learned that they were her children with her first husband, James Earp.  The two girls took their stepfather's surname in 1907, after he married their mother.  Which is somewhat of a relief!  Araminta Blevins was first married in 1900 to James Harvey Earp.  They were divorced some time after 1904, having a son and twin daughters together.  The son appears to have remained with his father after the divorce. 

I am so far behind actually documenting 52 ancestors in 52 weeks, that it's a lost cause, but this is an interesting story of one ancestor. 

Growing up, my mother's stepfather and his upbringing were somewhat of a mystery.   Wes was part-Cherokee; he and his brother, Lee, had been brought up by their father after their parents divorced.  The father was apparently an abusive parent and the mother, Frances Blevins, seemingly just vanished.  She was half Cherokee, the daughter of a Cherokee father and white mother.  At just fifteen years old, she married a white man of 29 who was living in Indian Territory, had two sons and a daughter by age 19, and was divorced soon after.  I recall hearing that she remarried and had another child and that she had committed suicide.  But there was really no evidence to support any of the stories and Wes seems to have never spoken about her.   I also remember seeing a photograph of a young girl that was supposedly his mother, but nothing else.  So it's remained a mystery.

This week, I finally got around to perusing the Indian records on Fold3.  I knew that Frances and her children had been enrolled on the Dawes Roll in the early 1900s, however, I hadn't seen more than just a list until this week.  The packets that are available on Fold3 give a tremendous amount of information (on both Dawes and Guion Miller) and have solved the mystery of what became of Frances after her divorce.  Unfortunately, it also leads to more questions that must be answered!

Frances and Robert Berry married in October of 1896.  Their first son, Wesley, was born in 1897 and their son Lee in 1899.  A daughter named Maud was born in August 1902; Maud only lived a year, dying the day before her first birthday in August 1903.  I found a death record for her in the Dawes packet, but no cause of death is given.  According to statements given by Robert in the packet, he and Frances separated the same month their daughter died.  They were officially divorced in November 1903 and Frances married William F. Maberry in December.  On April 5, 1904, she died at the age of 22.  No cause of death is given on her death record in the packet. 

Now we take a turn into soap opera world.  After finding these records, I began researching Mr. Maberry.  It seems that he married Frances's sister, Araminta (Mintie) Blevins fairly soon after her death.  And twin girls named Hattie and Mattie were born in July 1904, just three months after Frances died.  Was William having a relationship with Mintie and expecting the babies while he was still married to Frances?  Mintie and William had three more children and were married until his death in 1962.   So far I've had no luck locating any kind of obituary or death record for Frances that lists her cause of death, but a young woman who had experienced the death of a child and then a husband and sister who were carrying on with each other might just be driven to a desperate act.

And just to add to the soap element, it seems Frances's mother Louisa, after divorcing her father, married Robert Berry's brother and had four children with him.  I can't even begin to figure those relationships out.

Part of Robert Berry's statement for enrollment on Dawes Roll

Enrollment on Dawes Roll

Robert Berry's statement on the death of his ex-wife

So the mystery of what became of Frances is partially solved.  She was buried just about 30 miles away from where her two sons spent the rest of their lives, yet I never heard of them speaking of her or of visiting her grave.

Frances Lavona Blevins Berry Maberry, 1881 - 1904, Dewey Cemetery, Dewey, Washington, OK

Friday, October 10, 2014

Family Recipe Friday - Mildred Watson's Baked Beans

For me, autumn is BBQ time and you have to have baked beans with BBQ.  Here's a recipe from grandma's cookbook:

Mildred Walton’s Baked Beans

1 large can of Pork & Beans
1 green bell pepper, chopped
1 sweet onion, chopped
½ teaspoon liquid smoke
½ bottle of ketchup
½ cup brown sugar
5 strips of uncooked bacon

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.  Spray a large baking dish with cooking spray.

In a large bowl, mix ingredients together and pour into baking dish.  Lay strips of bacon across the top. 

Bake for 1 ½ hours. 

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Sunday's Obituary - Mrs. Mary Fuller Rose

 Florida Times-Union (Jacksonville)
December 29, 1987

Mrs. Mary Fuller Rose, a native of Clarkesville, Georgia, died Saturday, December  26, 1987.  She had resided here since 1922 and was a member of the Hogan Baptist Church.  Survivors include 4 daughters, Louise R. Rowe, Mary Strickland, Grace West and Betty Williams; 3 sons, Robert, Carter and Harry Rose; neice, Anna Brooks, 15 grandchildren, 28 great-grandchildren, and 3 great-great-grandchildren.  Funeral Services will be held at 2 p.m. Wednesday in the George H. Hewell and Son  Northside Funeral Home, with interment to follow in Evergreen Cemetery.  The family will receive friends from 6 p.m. until 8 p.m. Tuesday at the Funeral Home.

Mary Herndon Fuller Rose, 1896 - 1987

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Monday, September 29, 2014

Military Monday - William M. Lay, Teenage Revolutionary War Soldier

According to an article by Helen Lay Dalgleish, my fifth great-grandfather, William Marion Lay, spent many years later in life trying to get recognition from the government for his service in the United States Army during the Revolutionary War.  William and his brother Thomas served in the same unit during the war, and Thomas received recognition and a pension for his service.  William's application was denied because he was unable to produce anyone who could verify his service. 

William was born around 1860 in Halifax, Virginia (in his application, he stated that his father did not keep records on the births of his children, so he was unsure of his exact age).  He grew up in Wilkes, North Carolina, and said he enlisted in the "United States" army near Camden, South Carolina "after the taking of Charleston by the British."  He also said he had tried to enlist before under Col. Cleveland as a substitute for a Sam Tucker, but was rejected because of his age. 

In 1780, he enlisted as a substitute for draftee Benjamin Howard under Capt. Charles Gordon.  The regiment was marched to Salisbury, North Carolina, where they joined the Regiment of the North Carolina Infantry under Col. Joel Lewis.  They remained at Salisbury through the spring of 1781.  William recalled that he was assigned to guard Tory prisoners there.  The regiment was then marched to the Deep River, then the Haw River, where they spent the remainder of the twelve month enlistment period protecting that section of the country from the enemy.  During this period, William was among a group of soldiers who stumbled on the headquarters of Tory leader David Fanning and his men. 

Toward the end of the twelve month period, the regiment was marched back to Hillsboro, North Carolina, where they would be discharged.  William was taken ill "with fever and ague which was then prevalent in the county."  He became so ill he was given a furlough to return home; the rest of the regiment returned to Hillsboro and was discharged.  William's father went to collect his discharge papers, which William left in his care.  Unfortunately, he never saw them again.

After the war, William married Sarah Martha Duncan in Wilkes, North Carolina, then appears to have moved to Pendleton, South Carolina, back to North Carolina and then on to Wayne, Tennessee; his 1842 court appearance for recognition of his military service says he had lived there for 14 or 15 years.

Beginning in 1840, William made a series of court appearances to try to prove his service.  His brother Thomas had died by then and there were no living persons he knew of who could verify his service.  The discharge papers he left with his father had been lost or destroyed.  He said he retained two lawyers in 1841 to help him file the correct papers and the court said they returned them to him, but he apparently never received them.  His attorneys failed to show up for hearings and because he was illiterate, William had no one to help him read the papers that were sent to him. 

In the end, at about 83 years old, very feeble and nearly blind, he was still trying to obtain his pension from the government.  He was never able to prove his service and no pension was ever paid.  William died in May of 1843 and is probably buried somewhere near Collinswood, in Wayne County, Tennessee.  Martha had died three years earlier. 

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Funeral Card Friday - Wesley Bryan Berry

Wes Berry, my mother's stepfather, was born in Indian Territory in 1897.  He died in Nowata, Oklahoma in 1981.

Treasure Chest Thursday - Schoolbooks

My grandmother saved some of her father, Farl Stroud's, schoolbooks and they are now with my mother.  It's seems pretty amazing to look at books that were used in the 1870s and 1880s.  I'm so glad that someone didn't toss them thought ahead to preserving them for those of us who came along later. 

 Grammar treats of language is written on the left page.

This seems to list the initials of all the Stroud siblings.  Perhaps they all used this book.  

Farl has written "W. F. Stroud Book" on this - on the right side he has "when this you see, think of me."  On the left I can't quite make out all of it, but it's a phrase that runs along the same lines - with a doodle of  flowers?  Perhaps this was something like a yearbook or somewhere that his friends and fellow students signed remembrances.