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knoxcotn-digest Saturday, June 2 2001 Volume 01 : Number 173

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Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 15:12:52 -0700 (PDT)

From: Nancy Greer <pir8shp@yahoo.com>

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] Roll Call - GREER, SMITH, MYNATT, BURRESS

Hello, fellow researchers. I have taken up the genealogy work my Mother

laid down in 1981. I cannot give it a full-time commitment, but I enjoy

what I've learned on the Internet from wonderful groups like yourself.

My father was Robert William Alonzo Greer, Jr. (1912-1981) & from

Grainger Co. & Knox Co., in Tennessee. His father was R.W.A. Greer,

Sr., (1888-1972) from Grainger/Knox Co. His mother was Acia Callie

Smith (1888-1959), dau. of William Tate Smith and Frances ('Fannie')

Burress. That Smith line has me stumped, but it's not much better in my

Mother's family with the Joneses! Would love to learn more about my

grandmother SMITH's family.

Robert W.A. Greer, Jr., Robert W.A. Greer, Sr., Preston Alonzo Greer,

Calvin Lawson Greer, William Greer...

We have VINEYARD/WEINERT, MYNATT, WYRICK, NANCE, WILSON, BESS/BEST

lines. Looks like the Vineyards & Greers came together from Botetourt

Co., VA to TN.

Hope I've given you enuff to warrant a response.

Thank you,

'Nancy'

(Frances Ellen DuBois Greer, Jr.)

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Alexandria, VA

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Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2001 22:01:59 -0500

From: "Becky Cothron" <bacothro@nctc.com>

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] Troutman, Davis, Drinnen, Anderson, Johnson

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My name is Rebecca Anne Troutman Cothron. I'm the daughter of Glenn =

Edward Troutman and the late Irene Davis Troutman. I am a house wife who =

is a care giver to my father. I have two granddaughters. I help car pool =

them to basketball, softball, Soccer, and volleyball.=20

I have been interested in my family history since the early 80's.

My family came from east Tennessee. I live in Knoxville until I was 9 =

years old. My father worked for TVA and he traveled with his work. We =

moved to middle Tennessee to stay in 1961. We stayed and Dad traveled. =

He was home on the week ends.

My father never talked about his family when I was growing up. I knew =

his brothers and sisters, however he did not let us visit our =

Grandfather due to his life style. My Grandmother died before I was =

born.

My Mother on the other hand told us stories of her family and kept them =

very real to us even tho we lived in middle Tennessee and did not see =

them as much as she would have liked. Her parents also died young. We do =

not remember them, but we have Mom's stories and her journals.

I am working on our Family Tree the names are: Troutman, Davis. =

Anderson, Drinnen and Johnson.

I would be glad to share the information I have and very interested in =

any information on these families.

My email address: bacothro@nctc.com . I would be glad to hear from you.

Rebecca

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<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>My name is Rebecca Anne Troutman Cothron. I'm =

the daughter=20

of Glenn Edward Troutman and the late Irene Davis Troutman. I am a house =

wife=20

who is a care giver to my father. I have two granddaughters. I help car =

pool=20

them to basketball, softball, Soccer, and volleyball. </FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>I have been interested in my family history =

since the=20

early 80's.</FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>My family came from east Tennessee. I live in =

Knoxville=20

until I was 9 years old. My father worked for TVA and he traveled with =

his work.=20

We moved to middle Tennessee to stay in 1961. We stayed and Dad =

traveled. He was=20

home on the week ends.</FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>My father never talked about his family when I =

was growing=20

up. I knew his brothers and sisters, however he did not let us visit our =

Grandfather due to his life style. My Grandmother died before I was=20

born.</FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>My Mother on the other hand told us stories of =

her family=20

and kept them very real to us even tho we lived in middle Tennessee and =

did not=20

see them as much as she would have liked. Her parents also died young. =

We do not=20

remember them, but we have Mom's stories and her journals.</FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>I am working on our Family Tree the names are: =

Troutman,=20

Davis. Anderson, Drinnen and Johnson.</FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>I would be glad to share the information I have =

and very=20

interested in any information on these families.</FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>My email address: <A=20

href=3D"mailto:bacothro@nctc.com">bacothro@nctc.com</A> . I would be =

glad to hear=20

from you.</FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>Rebecca</FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>

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Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2001 08:09:07 EDT

From: KAT3946429@aol.com

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] Check out Census Years Availible

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<A HREF="http://www.segenealogy.com/sgo03.htm">Click here: Census Years Availible</A>

http://www.segenealogy.com/sgo03.htm

This was just posted on the North Carolina site and it's an amazing map. If

you have time, check it out. Nina

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<HTML><FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><FONT SIZE=2> <A HREF="http://www.segenealogy.com/sgo03.htm">Click here: Census Years Availible</A>

<BR>

<BR>http://www.segenealogy.com/sgo03.htm

<BR>

<BR>This was just posted on the North Carolina site and it's an amazing map.  If

<BR>you have time, check it out.  Nina</FONT></HTML>

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Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2001 07:45:38 -0500

From: "Becky Cothron" <bacothro@nctc.com>

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] Roy Alison Troutman -

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Chuck,

I do know of a Roy Alison Troutman B 30 Nov 1904 D 03 Nov 1979.

I don't think this is who you are speaking of tho. He was married to =

Mildred Hinton. They had 4 children. This Roy Troutman was my father =

cousin.

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<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>Chuck,</FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>I do know of a Roy Alison Troutman B 30 Nov =

1904  D=20

03 Nov 1979.</FONT></DIV>

<DIV><FONT face=3DArial>I don't think this is who you are speaking of =

tho. He was=20

married to Mildred Hinton. They had 4 children. This Roy Troutman was my =

father=20

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Date: Sat, 02 Jun 2001 18:18:44 -0400

From: "Billie R. McNamara" <knox@tngenweb.org>

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] 03 Jun 2001 Sunday Afternoon Rocking

Sunday Afternoon Rocking

When Words Hurt (from the Sunday Afternoon Rocking series)

The story was tantalizing. The morsel was juicy. The words could easily

conjure great flights of fancy and momentary lapses into imaginary scenes

of long ago. The words were capable of fleshing the skeletons of people

heretofore known only on paper and in what legal records remained. If this

were true, it was quite a story to engage the descendants of a family, to

wake up their ears and have them hanging on for more. IF. I had just

heard the gossip that was whispered over the back fence not yesterday or

last week, but over eighty years ago. And something about that bothered me.

I who am the great advocate of preserving the stories, of passing on oral

tradition, of "recording what is remembered", suddenly had a problem with

"what was remembered". Why? Because there was no fact behind it. Because

there was nothing positive in it. Because if it were true, there was

nothing anywhere to lend credence to it. Because it was gossip, pure and

simple. And the people it concerned long gone, unable to defend

themselves, unable to rectify any unfairness or mistruth in it. The one

who shared the story with me was but a child when the event, if indeed it

were true, occurred. And so an oral heritage had been preserved, all

right, but based on hearsay. Moreover, the "hearsay" lived in the memory of

a child of long ago. That child probably had not the faintest idea at the

time what he or she was hearing, had no built in "filter system" based upon

wisdom and maturity at the time, and only much later put the bits and

pieces together in some form of a story. It was a dandy of a story…based

on gossip. Something about this just wasn't right. And something within

me rebelled. I advocate "passing on the stories". I advocate preserving a

family's oral tradition. I advocate writing down what one remembers. But

this time, I stopped. And decided that the eighty year old gossip would

end with me. One hundred and sixty years down the line, the story would no

longer remain to be told. I would not pass it on.

My decision had nothing whatsoever to do with my "pride in heritage". For

I am quite blunt about the outlaws and bootleggers, n'er do wells, and

soiled characters of my family history. Indeed, I think there is a great

deal to be learned in examining the mistakes of our ancestors. No…it had

to do with fair and unfair, right and wrong. It had to do with

understanding the difference in a story based in fact, and a story that

obviously was either totally created or at least embroidered by a long

series of long tongues…and one the truth could not possibly be discovered

in regard to. And something is wrong with gossip. It is wrong at any

time period, but I think it particularly wrong to foist upon the dead, who

cannot speak for themselves.

Gossip, once begun, is a difficult thing to stop. Who does one stand up to

when a whispered bit of gossip has spread like a virus through a

community? How does one unravel where it started or sort out where all it

went? For how long? How does one fight a shadow? Difficult, we know, even

when we are living at the time it is spread, among the people of the times.

But when it outlives all the folks who know the truth? It can thrive for

even eighty years, and live in the memory of a mere child who had no basis

for understanding it. And in this case sadly did.

I have no clue if there was any truth to the story, or a grain of truth to

the story. I have no clue if there was fire behind the smoke. I only know

that by the time the story reached my ears, I felt very wrong about hearing

it, and would feel even more wrong if I repeated it. Not that it was any

great horrible misdeed if true. Simply that no one lived who could attest

to the truth of it, or defend a reputation. Simply that it was…gossip.

And so, I made a decision, then and there. Family stories I will

preserve: the funny ones, the sad ones, the tragic ones, the bad

ones. But gossip, I will not. And from this day forth in my advocacy of

"keeping the oral history alive", I will add a qualifier. Let the gossip

of the past be buried with those who told it. And let the victims of that

gossip rest peacefully. A child whose parents were not even thought of

when this story began will not add her own embroidery to the tattered quilt

that has covered the reputations of people long in their grave. My

grandfather used to say of one lady of the family that her "tongue was so

long that if she were a cow, she could lick her calf through a picket

fence." Sadly, that is the only story that remains of her. I don't think

I want that legacy.

Just a thought,

jan

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