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knoxcotn-digest Tuesday, June 12 2001 Volume 01 : Number 176
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 08 Jun 2001 08:47:09 -0700 From: TIPPY <tippytnn@tctc.com> Subject: [KnoxCoTN] unsubscribe unsubscribe ------------------------------ 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 ------------------------------ 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 ------------------------------ 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 ------------------------------ 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 ------------------------------ 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Note: Afternoon Rocking messages are meant to be passed on, meant to be shared...simply share though e-mail as written without alterations...and in entirety. If planned for a publication, permission must be granted by the author. Please forward sufficient information concerning the nature and intent of the publication. Thanks, jan) Sunday Afternoon Rocking columns are distributed weekly on the list Sunday Rocking. This is not a "reply to" list, and normally only one message per week will come across it, that being the column. To subscribe send email to Sundayrocking-subscribe@topica.com Comments about the content of these messages can be sent to unicorn@sun-spot.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------------------------------ End of knoxcotn-digest V1 #176 ******************************
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