knoxcotn-digest Tuesday, June 12 2001 Volume 01 : Number 176

 

 

 

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Date: Fri, 08 Jun 2001 08:47:09 -0700

From: TIPPY <tippytnn@tctc.com>

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] unsubscribe

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Date: Sat, 9 Jun 2001 09:40:48 EDT

From: DCMowery@aol.com

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] Hatcher/Henry

Hi, list. Just thought I'd post these. Maybe somebody can connect.

My Hatchers are as I have them:

Edward b. 1728 m. Huldah Tyce

William b. 1769 m. Mary Crowson

William b. 1793 m. Rebecca Walker, Blount Co., TN

William b. 1824 m. Loudica Lucy Millsaps

Elijah b. 1847 m. 1) Sarah McGinley; 2) Martha Kinnamon

Children of Elijah and Sarah McGinley:

William b. 1868

Jesse C. b. 1871 m. Lula Hatfield

Richard b. 1874 m. M.M. Farr

Lula (Luesy) Ella b. 1877 (my grandmother) m. Joseph Perry Henry b. 1878, son

of Frank and Clementine Koontz Henry.

Donna

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Date: Sat, 9 Jun 2001 11:42:48 EDT

From: Thomasecw@aol.com

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] GIBBS Reunion

Fellow Listmates -

I have not seen one word re this reunion, so I'll take the liberty to post it

since the content deals with Knox, Union and Campbell Counties and the

time for planning is closing quickly.

The annual "descendants of Nicholas GIBBS" reunion will be held this year

on Saturday, June 23 (2 weeks from today) at the homesite in Knox County.

The homesite will be open around 10:00 a.m. The business meeting will

start around 11:00 a.m. No formal "end time"...people do tend to drift

away late in the afternoon...last one out says "it's over".

The homesite address is 7633 East Emory Road in Corryton.

The meeting will take place at the Clapps Chapel Methodist Church

which is located "two stone throws away" from the house or "one

3-iron shot with a slight slice" (whichever you prefer)...if the distance

estimates still aren't close enough, "a short walk" will have to do.

So...come with your genealogy papers, your e-mail addresses and

meet some new and somefamiliar cousins. We hope to bring this

family solidly into the e-world of exchanging information (i.e.,

communication networks, websites, etc.) starting with this meeting.

See you there!

Tom Wilson (desc. of David and Sarah (TILLMAN) GIBBS)

Boca Raton, FL

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Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 13:13:12 -0400

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

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] Response to Billie's requests

From: "Carol Ansley" <cjansley@worldnet.att.net>

 

My Knox County ancestors are Rentfrow/Renfro, Yost/Yoast and Rodgers/Rogers.

James Rentfrow married Sarah Yost, daughter of Francis and Barbara Yost,

in Knox County on December 22, 1823. They moved to Polk County, Missouri in

the 1830s. The "brick wall" in this line is the parentage of James Rentfrow.

Francis and Barbara Yost both died in 1834 and are buried in the Lonas

Cemetery. Their son Andrew Yost married Rachel Carmichael, whose parents,

George and Hannah Allison, lived in Knox County in the early 1800s, moving

to Dallas County, AL before 1820. After Rachel died in Dallas County, AL,

Andrew married Margaret McKinley in Knox County September 17, 1835. They

then moved to Polk County, Missouri. The brick walls here are the parentage

of Francis and the maiden name and parentage of Barbara.

David Rodgers and Mary Stubblefield moved to Tennessee from Oglethorpe Co,

GA and are believed to have lived a short time in Knox County in the

1810s-1820s before moving to Marshall County, TN. Their son, my ancestor,

John C. Rogers, might have married his first wife, Barbara Ann Yost, in

Knox County. After her death, he married Mary Rentfrow, daughter of James

and Sarah, in Polk County, Missouri. The brick walls here are proving the

family Cherokee heritage (we have letters written by them from 1830s-1880s

referring to it, as well as family stories passed down) and the parentage of

David.

Carol Ansley

Dallas, Texas

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Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 13:27:49 -0400

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

Subject: Re: [KnoxCoTN] Native American Ancestry

Bill -- for what it's worth, I can recommend two resources. One is the

book "Cherokee Proud," by Dr. Tony Mack McClure. You can read about it at

http://www.cherokeeproud.com/

The other, if they're East Tennessee people, is Mark and Sherry

Finchum. Both of them have Cherokee ancestry, and they travel around the

area giving demonstrations and lectures. Sherry is an avid genealogist

who's done a good deal of work on Cherokee people. Her e-mail address is

finchums@ten-nash.ten.k12.tn.us

 

At 09:19 PM 6/7/01 -0400, you wrote:

>To the list:

>

>I am very interested in hearing from anyone who has successfully traced

>one of their Native American ancestors. It seems impossible! For

>example, my wife's father's maternal grandmother was Eliza Jane Rogers, b

>1871 d 1917. I have a picture of her with her husband - she obviously has

>a close Native American ancestry. Was she given the name Eliza Jane at

>birth or later by someone who set out to "civilize" her? The Loudon

>County, TN 1910 Census lists her race as "white", but what is that based

>on? There is an entry in the NARA records for an "Eliza J Rogers", but

>she is listed as being 2 years old - sometime between 1898 and 1914, so

>that doesn't seem worth pursuing.

>

>If any of you have made your way through the maze of finding your Native

>American roots, please enlighten me.

>

>Thanks,

>Bill

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Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 13:39:12 -0400

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

Subject: [KnoxCoTN] 10 Jun 2001 Sunday Afternoon Rocking

Sunday Afternoon Rocking

Blest be the Tie (from the Sunday Afternoon Rocking series)

"Rock of ages…cleft for me…" The words belted out through the open windows

of a tiny church house that in its hey day could not have held more than

thirty people sitting. Indeed, I do not believe there was a bit of glass

left in the windows to hold the sound in. The church itself stood on

rotting support, paint peeling. Inside the only furnishings were hand hewn

rough timbered pews, and a pulpit of the same rough finish, a rugged simple

wood floor no better than its furnishings. Years of dirt and cobwebs had

accumulated to prove to anyone who chanced to peer in that this church had

stood empty many a year since the last sermon had been preached there, or

the last hymn sung. Prowling about the pulpit, my mother, aunts and I

discovered a stash of ancient paper-backed hymnals left behind. We dug

about until we had managed to rescue one from what obviously had been the

nest of a mother mouse. And before long, the empty church, long bereft of

any semblance of a service, resounded with slightly off key music, no

accompaniment, but cheerfully and enthusiastically rendered. I imagine the

birds of the surrounding wilderness must have stopped their own singing for

just a moment, in astonishment at the sounds ringing from what had been for

so long an empty quiet structure of times long ago.

Gleefully we paged through the hymnal, belting out song after song, the old

fashioned favorites we remembered most fondly: "When the Roll is Called Up

Yonder", "When the Saints Come Marching in", "Amazing Grace", "Old Time

Religion", "Old Rugged Cross". For a very long while we sat together on

the dusty rough pews, no congregation surrounding us and no songleader to

lead us. Every page turned brought another exclamation of joy. The songs

were old friends, conjured long ago memories, and brought more than a small

measure of comfort.

It was the first church I had attended, as a baby held in my mother's arms,

long ago in a tiny rural community in Tennessee. It never really had a

weekly service, to my knowledge, as the community depended upon a circuit

rider to deliver the sermon. I have read that my own great grandmother was

one of its founders, and I have heard stories of the great "spreads" my

grandmother had on her table to welcome the visiting preachers. Everyone

enjoyed a bountiful feast at those times it was said, and the house spilled

over with happy people, the only casualty being the poor chicken who

managed to wind up in the dumplings. For myself, I could not remember a

time when the church was actually in use, and for all of my memory it sat

quietly just down the road from the homeplace of my ancestors, sadly bereft

and neglected. From the time I was a small child, the community had been

dwindling, would eventually disappear all together, and my own family was

one of the very last to leave.

But on one long ago summer day, a group of restless women folk and a child

decided whimsically to take a look at the place of longer ago

memories. And it came to life again. I have no doubt that was the last

time the church walls resounded with the joyous hymns so many had once

rendered within its walls. The church is gone altogether now, and none but

those who lived the times could point and say where it even stood. Fewer

still there are who can remember when it was in use. Now and again, my mama

and I open an old hymnal. Not talented singers, we nonetheless find great

pleasure and comfort in singing the songs, the old songs, the songs that

were sung in the generations that preceded our own as well as those of

today. We have been known to log onto a site on internet where such hymns

can be found and spend happy hours using the computer as something of a

Karaoke machine.

Something there is about those songs… ringing so long through the ages,

rendered by so many beloved voices, so simplistic and true in their

meaning, so comforting in the memories that surround them… I have noted

that no matter what the circumstances, or where I am, let one phrase of one

of those old hymns reach my ears and it is as if a comforting quilt has

been gently tucked in around my heart. My life can seem as bereft as that

tiny church, sagging and rotting, filled with dust and cobwebs, and with a

few notes of those old favorites reaching my ears, a miracle brings it to

life again. Suddenly a cheerful slightly offkey voice is belting through

the windows, reminding myself and anyone within hearing distance that there

still is hope echoing inside, a reason for having been and a reason for

being. "He Keeps Me Singing".

Just a thought,

jan

Copyright ©2001JanPhilpot

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