Monday, June 19, 2017

Family Memories of John Campbell Smith (1806-1888): Campbell Aunts and Uncles

Continued from Family Memories of John Campbell Smith (1806-1888): Grandparents

We will now state according to our best recollection what we know and have seen of my own uncles and aunts on mother's side of the house.

John Campbell (about 1765-unknown)
I think Uncle John Campbell was the oldest son. He had two wives, his first[1] had several children by my uncle and then took up or was married to another man. The last I heard of her she was residing in Lexington, Kentucky. I have seen some of her children and as they are my own cousins, the sons and daughters of mother's brother, I will speak of them.

Their names are as follows: Josiah, Robert, Martin, Susannah, and Betsy. These are all I remember now. I have been at Cousin Josiah Campbell's house. He had a wife and several children but I have forgotten their names.

Cousin Robert was a shoe and boot maker and was the man I learned my trade with. His wife was a very pretty woman; their children were Smithanna, Hester Ann, William, and the rest are not recollected. His wife's name was Betsy Smith, the daughter of John Smith, a hatter living in Columbia, Adair County.

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Cousin Martin, I think was bound to some trade but before he was twenty-one, he left and was not heard of for a long time. I think it was about the year 1828; he was living within about fifty miles of New Orleans engaged in the sugar making trade and was very wealthy.

Cousin Susannah or Sooky as they all called her was a very small and beautiful woman. She married James Overstreet, an extraordinary high man, and a hatter by trade. He fell down once and Uncle Philip Shuck [2] said he looked like about three panels of new fence.

Cousin Betsy married William Tucker. He was a man of common size.

Uncle John's second wife was a very pleasant woman and greatly beloved. We called her Aunt Becky.

One of her sons was named John and he was a very ingenious man, somewhat about my age. When he was a boy, he sent me a top or whirligig, which pleased me very much.

Uncle John was the man I was named for. He was a great hand to sing and I heard him sing a song that was called "soar apple tree." He said he had seen the day when he could sit down and sing from sun up to sun down and never sing the same song over. I can just remember the little fur hat he gave me for my name, or because I was his namesake. I think he also gave me a calico coat as was common in his day.

He used to partake of intoxicating draught, but I think before his death he left it off and joined the Methodist Episcopal Church. This is 1847 and he has been gone from the shores of time several years and we trust he is happy and that sooner or later we shall see him in that bright world above where sickness, sorrow, pain and death can never come.

Besides Uncle John there were of my grandfather Campbell's children, David and Robert, males; Molly, Betsy, Susannah (or Zannah as they called her), Margaret and Frances, females.

John Campbell first married Nancy Jones on 28 September 1765 in Bedford County, Virginia. His second wife was Rebecca Edwards, who he married in 1799 in Kentucky.

David Daniel Campbell (about 1785-unknown)
Uncle David married his cousin Betsy Campbell. They had six children that lived to be grown four daughters and two sons: Sarah, Susan and Polly had black hair but Lucinda had red hair. None but one of them ever married. But both boys married. Elexus married Ellen Laswell my mother's sister's daughter. I have forgotten whom Thomas the youngest son married, but I think she was a girl of some property.

Uncle David is still upon the land of the living or was last fall for he then visited my mother and promised to visit her once a year as long as they both lived as long as he is able to travel. I believe both him and all of his house are Presbyterians. When I was at his house (and I have been there twice), he seemed to be a man of God. When he arose in the morning, it seemed his first thoughts were turned to that God who had shielded and protected him through the night. No sooner had the son, that bright luminary of the day gilded the Eastern horizon then the family altar, which had long been erected was resorted to, and although it has been twenty years since my first visit and about eighteen since my last, the scene is yet tolerable fresh in my mind. About middle ways on one side of the house, at the foot of a bed there stood a table upon whose leaf was spread a clean white toilet[1] fringed around the edge; upon this was the family Bible and a book of hymns (or rather I believed they were Psalms). The family was conveniently seated around the room, my eldest brother and myself in among the rest. Aunt Betsy a little nearer the table than any of the rest except Uncle, who was then actually sitting in juxtaposition with the table having the sacred volume in his hands. He commenced and read a portion of God's word. We then mingled our voices together in singing the high praises of God, after which we kneeled before the God of our Fathers whilst Uncle led in prayer. Soon after this breakfast was ready and again God was sought unto for a blessing and after breakfast thanks were returned unto the Great Giver of all good and again at dinner and supper the like blessings of God were sought and thanks returned for his blessings and yet again before he suffered his family to retire to bed; or as Doctor Young would have before their thoughts were suffered to be locked up in health's restorer sweet prayer, supplication and thanksgiving ascended the hill of Salvation. How pleasant it is for a family thus to live, that when death comes, have nothing to do but step over Jordan and swell the praises of the redeemed. Some of them have already since the time of which I speak crossed the river of death. I think about half the family and the rest are swiftly hastening to its swelling billows. A few more battles for my only and venerable uncle and the victory will be gained. A little longer successful fighting and like St. Paul he may exclaim, "I have fought a good fight. I have finished my course. I have kept the faith henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord and the righteous judge shall give to me and not only me but all those that love his appearing."

David Campbell married to Elizabeth (maiden name unknown) in about 1812.

Robert Campbell
Uncle Robert Campbell was cut off in the bloom of manhood at about the age of eighteen or twenty years. He served one term in the service of his country in her last struggle against Great Britain and the Creek Indians. I think he reached home and died in a few days. Oh, how uncertain is life; and how true the proverb that says in the midst of life we are in death.

I have been unable to find any information about Robert except for what was written above.

Mary "Molly" Enos Campbell (1772-1864)
Twin of Elizabeth "Betsy" Campbell
And Mollie Campbell married Martin Jones and they had six children, four boys and two girls. The boys were named as follows: Jack or John, Louis, William and Stephen; the girls were Sally and Polly. Uncle Martin Jones was a small man and a cripple. He loved a dram, easily irritated and would fight. I have heard my father tell an anecdote or two about his fighting. He said in the neighborhood where Uncle Martin lived was a stout and overbearing man. This man and uncle fought and Uncle whipped him. Again he had another fight and the man he was fighting had hi down beating him unmercifully and father knowing Uncle had resolved never to holler, "Enough" though to encourage him to arise by hollering to him, "Rise, Martin, Rise." Martin responded feebly, "Too drunk, Billy." And father pulled the man off.

Uncle Martin was a good hunter and loved to joke. When he killed a turkey or a deer, he would be sure to try to have a laugh about it. One day he went out hunting and came in with a fine fat, he said the way he came to kill it was on this rise when he came in sight of the turkeys they were feeding along as is common for turkeys to do. One of them stretched up his neck and looking at him inquired, "Who is there?" Another looking answered, "Oh, it is Davy Campbell. Never mind him." But another looking cried out, "It is Martin, it is Martin," and away they went be he level his rifle and brought one of them down. And again one day he killed a deer and told the following story on his brother, Allen, who was engaged in digging sang.[2] About that time his gun fired and the deer fell.

Uncle Martin's death was somewhat mysterious. My father and he were traveling together when one night Uncle went to a house to get fire whilst father took care of the horses and prepared wood for camping. But Uncle overstayed his time and father went after him and fund him dead in the peach orchard near the house with a chunk of fire near him.

After Uncle Martin's death, Aunt Molly married a second time. Her second husband was named Philip Shook. He was a very large raw-boned Dutchman. He weighted about two hundred pounds, had a very coarse voice, and would eat as much (at least) as two common men. A good many anecdotes could be told on him but one will suffice. Father and he were coming home together one very rainy day. They had ridden some distance without a word being spoken. Father broke the silence, "Well, said he, "Philip my hat leaks." "Oh," said Uncle, "mine don't leak at all; it just pours right through," and broke out in his big laugh. I remember two of their children. They called them Sy and Phil. I suppose they were named Josiah and Philip. I heard from Sy last year. He followed boating up and down the Ohio River. He is said to be in good circumstances and a man of business.

The last I heard of Uncle Shook and his family, they were living in the state of Indiana. Whether Aunt Molly is yet alive or not I cannot tell. Her son William Jones lives in this state ten miles below or rather west of Shakertown. He and his brother Louis lived with my father awhile when they were boys. After they were grown William learned the wheelwright trade, and Louis went to learn the trade of the coppersmith. They were both small men but William was much the smallest and possessed a large share of the spirit of his father. They both met at a gathering somewhere and a fracas took place in which Louis was involved. William instantly drew his coat and exclaimed, "Try Big Dick." This circumstance acquired him the title of "Big Dick" ever after.

Mary Enos Campbell was born on 1 May 1772 in Bedford County, Virginia; died 9 September 1864 in Hendricks County, Indiana; married 1) Martin Jones on 30 April 1793 in Mercer County, Kentucky and 2) Philip Shuck, Jr., on 21 Feb 1808 in Washington County, Kentucky. Mary was interred in Abner Creek Cemetery in Danville, Indiana.

Elizabeth "Betsy" Campbell (1772-1864)
Twin of Mary Enos Campbell
Aunt Betsy Campbell was a very handsome woman. She married Allen Jones, a brother of Martin Jones, the first husband of Aunt Molly. I cannot say how many children they had but I will give the names of those I remember. There were two boys, Robert, and Martin and three girls, Nancy was the oldest. The names of the other two I have forgotten, but I know when I was about eight years old my oldest brother and myself were there for the first and last time I saw them. They were two beautiful young girls. There were some younger children than I have named, but how many I cannot say.

Elizabeth "Betsy" (Campbell) Jones; courtesy of, original source unknown

Cousin Robert Jones was a young man the first time I ever say him and the last account I had of him he was living in Missouri. He was a shoe and boot maker and I think learned his trade with Uncle James Jones, of who we will hereafter speak. Cousin Martin was younger than Robert. I sent him a top when I was quite a boy and about the time I was eighteen I went to Columbia, Adair County, Kentucky, there to learn the cordwaining[3] business with Cousin Robert Campbell. After I had been there a month or more Cousin Martin Jones came to Columbia and set in to learn the trade with Cousin Robert Campbell also. But he had not been there very long until his brother Robert came in from Missouri and wished to take him home with him. So Robert being a shoe maker his brother concluded to go to Missouri and learn the trade with his brother. This was a matter of some grief to me for he was a pleasant young man and our affections were knit together, but the nearest ties in this life are often broken. I have not heard of him since.

Nancy Jones the eldest daughter of Aunt Betsy lived at my father's a good many years. She was a remarkably handsome and industrious young lady. She married Enoch Couch. He was a very industrious farmer of Dutch descent. Both Allen and Aunt Betsy were both living in Indiana the last I heard of them.

Elizabeth "Betsy" Campbell was born on 1 May 1772 in Bedford County, Virginia; died on 30 September 1864 in Hendricks County, Indiana; married Allen Jones, brother of her sister Mary's husband on 19 January 1792 in Mercer County, Kentucky. Elizabeth and her husband were interred in Abner Creek Cemetery.

Susannah "Zannah" Campbell (about 1780-after 1850)

Aunt Zannah, as we were accustomed to call her, but I suppose her right name was Susannah, married Mier Goings, perhaps his name was Jeremiah Goings[4], but I was taught to call him Uncle Mier. I do not recollect ever to have seen Aunt Zannah or any of her children and in fact I am rather of the opinion that she did not have any. I remember Uncle Mier coming to my father's house. I think he was a very active man. At least the most I remember about him was as follows: When he was at my father's, the branch or creek that runs between the house and spring was tolerably flush and the freshets that had been before had not only washed a considerable quantity of drift wood and trash against the old sycamore log that we were accustomed to walk on going to and from the spring. But had actually cut out a broad channel around the root of this old log, so that we were obliged to make an artificial bridge from the bank to the root of the old sycamore in order to get across the branch to the spring. Well, several of us were down there and the question was asked, "Who can jump across the branch to the opposite shore." Uncle Mier was the only man that ventured to try it. He jumped across. I think he had red hair or fair hair. I have heard mother say Aunt Zannah was a handsome woman but I have no recollection of ever seeing her. I think they lived in the state of Indiana and perhaps they are still alive. Be this as it may, there is an affinity between us that seems to twine around my heart and almost irresistibly makes me say while I write this, "Oh, that I could see them. Oh, that I could see them and safely guide them through this life to the Paradise above."

Frances "Franky" Gillespie Campbell (about 1784-unknown)

Aunt Frances, or Aunt Franky, as we called her was, I think the youngest daughter. She married for her first husband James Jones. He was a brother to Martin and Allen Jones, the husbands of Aunt Molly and Aunt Betsy. So we see by this record that three of my Aunts married brothers by the name of Jones. Uncle James was a shoe and boot maker and carried on business in Danville, Kentucky. He was a good workman and might have done will but for the intoxicating bowl, that foul monster, which has been the overthrow of thousands, was no doubt the exciting cause of the suicide of my Uncle. His death was on this wise. He had been for a long time indulging in the inebriating and soul-destroying fluid, and of course had neglected his business, involved himself in debt to some extent and afterwards booting off as it is sometimes called. One night he became restless and got up out of bed, went out of doors, came back again once or twice, sat down by the fire and ate some dried beef. Aunt Franky went to sleep while he was sitting there and when she awoke he was absent. She called him but receiving no answer she waited awhile expecting hime to come in again. But as he did not return she became uneasy and got up to see if she could find him. After having lighted a candle and perceiving he was not in her room, she went into another, perhaps the kitchen. To her great surprise and regret she there saw the form she so much loved suspended by a rope with one end round his neck in a running noose, he hands also tied and feet almost touching the floor. She shrieked. She cried aloud. It was all she could do. Her friends hearing her cries ran to her and cut him down, but alas it was too late. Life had fled apace. His heart had ceased to palpitate and his flesh was almost cold. This was truly a time a mourning, a time of thick gloom and affliction to my Aunt, living as she did some distance from any of her connections and having no children, her only hope in this life as it respected worldly pleasures was cut off.

She however settled up her business in Danville and my father brought her to his house where she resided several years. She was a remarkably small woman, weighing only some ninety odd pounds. She was called by some the "Widow Jones" but most generally speaking she as called "The Little Widow." She was a very pleasant lady, had good use of her needle whereby she could make her support and besides this she had some money let her after settling up Uncle's estate in Danville. How much I am not able to say but I think about two hundred dollars. This she loaned to Cousin Robert Jones and he had moved to the state of Missouri. The last I knew of the case he had not paid her neither principal not interest but it is likely before this time he has paid all the debt for it has been more than twenty years since I have seen either of them.

I suppose I was about fifteen years old when Aunt Franky left off living at father's and went home with Uncle Allen Jones. Since that time Uncle Allen moved to the state of Indiana and she went with him where I learn she has a second time joined in Holy Wedlock. The name of her second husband I have forgotten. He was a man of good circumstances and they were making out very well. But I learn they happened to the misfortune of having their house burned up. How they have prospered since I know not. The last I have heard of them they were living in Danville, Indiana. If Aunt Franky ever had any progeny I have not been informed of it. It is remarkable that the towns of Danville seemed to be the most fatal sport to her happiness. In the town of Danville, Kentucky, she lost in a most heart-rending manner the companion of her youth. In the town of Danville, Indiana, her property, the savings of many hard years of labor which no doubt was expected to make her easy and comfortable in her declining years. She had the fortification to see enveloped in flames. Oh, how uncertain is all our worldly comforts and how important it is not to trust in uncertain riches but to lay up for ourselves bags that wax not old eternal in the heavens.

Frances "Franky" Gillespie was born about 1784 and died on an unknown date. She married twice 1) James Jones, brother of Martin and Allen Jones, on 21 June 1805 in Mercer County, Kentucky, and 2) to an unknown man in Indiana.

I have given a short traditional account of all of Grandfather and Grandmother Campbell's children that I know except one, and that is my mother.[5]

John Campbell Smith was born on 19 March 1806 in Barren County, Kentucky. He was a second generation Kentuckian as his grandparents had migrated west after the Revolutionary War. He is also the great grandson of Robert "the Elder" Mitchell (1714-1799), my five times great grandfather. Between 1848 and 1876, John wrote about his memories of his family. The document is the property of David S. Peden and was scanned using optical character recognition technology and then edited by Jack A. Laswell, Sr. I am indebted to them for making the electronic version available to other descendants of the Campbell, Enos, Mitchell, Shropshire, Smith, and Street families.

[1] The definition of toilet 19th century definition was a cloth which covered a dressing table.

[2] Sang is probably wild ginseng.

[3] Cordwainers are shoe makers who make new shoes from new leather.

[4] Jeremiah's surname was variously spelled Goen, Going, Gorn, Grings, Gowen, or Gowin in records.

[5] Margaret "Peggy" Campbell will be the subject of a future blog post.

Family Memories of John Campbell Smith (1806-1888): Grandparents
Robert Mitchell, the Elder
Kidnapped by Indians

Monday, June 12, 2017

Family Memories of John Campbell Smith (1806-1888): Grandparents

John Campbell Smith was born on 19 March 1806 in Barren County, Kentucky. He was a second generation Kentuckian as his grandparents had migrated west after the Revolutionary War. He was also the great grandson of Robert "the Elder" Mitchell (1714-1799), my five times great grandfather. Between 1848 and 1876, John wrote about his memories of his family. The document is the property of David S. Peden and was scanned using optical character recognition technology and then edited by Jack A. Laswell, Sr. I am indebted to them for making the electronic version available to other descendants of the Campbell, Enos, Mitchell, Shropshire, Smith, and Street families.

John Campbell Smith's direct ancestors many of which are mentioned in his story;
created using Microsoft Powerpoint

[I] think my great-grandfather Smith was a sailor upon the bosom of the great ocean. My grandmother Smith's maiden name was Street, and either her father or her great-grandfather Smith was a Welshman. For I have heard father tell an ancedote on one or the other of them. He said that his grandfather Smith or Street (I dis-remember which) was a very large Welshman and had a hand as big as a gridiron. He would never strike a man with his fist for fear of killing him; he would slap him with his great big open hand.

I think my grandfather Smith was born somewhere in a ship as she was plowing the briny deep. But my father was born on the James River, under Tobacco [Row] Mountain, Amherst  County, Virginia. I cannot state the precise time my father immigrated to this state but I believe it was about the year of 1792 or 1793. His first arrival or the first county he stopped in was Mercer, where he became acquainted with my mother who was then a blooming girl about fourteen or fifteen years of age. Her name was Margaret Campbell, the daughter of Josiah Campbell. My grandmother Campbell's name was Susannah Mitchell before she was married.

My mother was born in the year of our Lord 1777 in Bedford County, Virginia. The exact time my grandfather Campbell immigrated from Virginia to Kentucky I am unable to say, but it was at a very early date for I have heard my mother say she was a very little girl at the time, so small and so young she could only remember a part of the incidents that took place on the way.

Map of travel route west to Kentucky from various points in the eastern states;
courtesy of Virginia Places

She said at that time the people that moved from Virginia to Kentucky did not move in wagons like they do now for there were no roads at that time that wagons could pass. They had to move on packhorses and frequently the paths were so narrow that it was with difficulty they could get along with their package. But narrow paths were not all the difficulties they had to contend with in their passage from Virginia to the rich and fertile soil of Kentucky. That they had to pass over steep mountains and hills and deep rivers, ill prepared to with no boats for their safe conveyance. Many times they would follow the windings of their little path up the mountains or hills that would become so steep or so slippery that they thought it unsafe for their horses and the little ones to pass over. Sometimes a better and more safe way would be sought out, but when this could not be done they would take off their packs and lead their horses over one by one until they were all over. Then all hands would engage in carrying over the plunder, and again restoring it upon the backs of the beasts or burden. But while they had these difficulties to contend with there were others of a more alarming and dangerous character.

A great portion of the route from the state of Virginia to the great valley of the Mississippi (of which Kentucky was a part) at that time was uninhabited by the white man. The unbroken forest spread its shades forty miles or more in some places unmolested by the removal of a single tree. The sound of an ax had never resided upon most of its hills or its valleys except to clear away a small path and cut a little wood to cook a morsel of food for the hardy pioneers of this western country. This wilderness at that time was possessed by Indians of a savage nature and unfriendly to the white people, frequently killing whole families of immigrants as they were endeavoring to make their way from the eastern states to the far west.[1]

Gateway to the West painted by David Wright and commissioned by the
Cumberland Gap National Park, shows Daniel Boone guiding settlers in 1775.
A 14-foot photographic mural of the painting is on display at the visitors'
center; Giclee reproductions may be purchased from Lord Nelson's Gallery

Owing to this circumstance, it became hazardous for any family to undertake the journey alone and besides this, there were many wild beasts fierce and ferocious that would attack, kill and eat a man. Sometimes a quantity of these animals would collect sufficient in number to destroy a whole family. My grandfather having knowledge of this first did not travel alone but I think about sixty souls in number, consisting of men, women and children after loading their beasts and preparing well as they could for the journey. The men with their guns on their shoulders and the women with their babes in their arms took up a line of march from Bedford County, Virginia, to the much praised and thinly settled state of Kentucky. Where after a long and tedious journey they arrived and settled in Mercer County, where I believe my grandfather and grandmother resided and brought up numerous offspring living in and enjoying all the privileges of the Presbyterian Church.

And from what I have heard of my grandfather and grandmother Campbell's religion I suppose it was of a genuine character. They had endeavored to train up their children in the way they should go and as far as I have any knowledge on the subject, when they grew old they did not depart from it though some of them grew to a mature age before they embraced religion. There is one history of my grandfather that though nothing thought of in those days would cast a stain or a reproach upon the Christian's character in those days. I allude to the business of making and rending ardent spirits. How far my grandfather was engaged in this I am unable to say, but I think I heard that he had a distillery. I suppose he did not carry on very extensively as he had a farm to cultivate and was also a blacksmith by trade. But be this as it may he was very pious and a strict observer of the Sabbath day and rigidly enjoined it on all his house to remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.

I am unable at this time to tell the exact age of either my grandfather or grandmother when they departed this life, but they both lived to a good old age. My grandfather left the shores of time first. But his death, as I was told, was sudden and unexpected at that time. Indeed we may say to all human appearance it came upon him like a thief in the night. Oh, how important it is to watch. And with what power should the circumstance of his death bring home to the minds of all his surviving friends the scriptural phraseology of "Watch ye, therefore, for in such an hour as you think act the Son of Man cometh." I am told that he was enjoying as good as health as was common for an old man of his age to enjoy up to the very time of his dissolution. The circumstances of his death took place as follows:

He was standing in his yard conversing with one of his sons-in-law, Philip Shuck.[2] Uncle Philip said he had just turned his head from looking at grandfather, when he heard him make a strange noise. His eyes were again directed toward him and he saw he was falling. Uncle instantly caught hold of him to prevent him falling. He was carried into the house and sat on a chair, but alas, for his friends, his spirit had fled to the God that gave it, leaving the body to be consigned to its mother Earth. Grandmother lived some years after grandfather's death. I think before her death she entirely lost the power of vision, and although she lost the power of seeing with her natural eyes, I trust she did not lose her spiritual eyesight.

But they are gone to the Spirit Land leaving behind a numerous offspring and friends to lament their loss, and though they did mourn and weep for awhile, they did not mourn like those that had no hope. For we believe like as Christ was raised by the glory of the Father even so shall he raise our fathers and brothers who have died in the faith of the gospel of the Son of God and although they cannot come to us, blessed by the name of the Lord, we can go to them.

I think my great-grandfathers Campbell and Mitchell were both Irish and came from Ireland to America in company together[3], and as the Irish are famous for having anecdotes told on them I will here relate as an anecdote that I have heard on them.

When they first came to this country they saw a great many things that they did not know what they were. Among the rest they found (as they thought) some rough coated apples. After having filled their pockets, they commenced eating, but they did not relish them very much for they turned out to be green walnuts. They were I think both weavers by trade. I have heard a story on them somewhat after the following:  A bet or a wager was made on one of them that he could weave out a certain piece of cloth in one day containing some thirty or forty yards. He was about to succeed, but just before the job was completed a hemorrhage from the nose took place and continued with such violence that the Knight of the Shuttle was compelled to desist but no sooner did the one drop the shuttle than the other picked it up and the job was completed within the given time. I do not at this time remember to have heard any of my great uncles or great aunts spoken of except Uncle Bob Mitchell[4]. He was a drinking man and when he would get drunk he would say, "Poor Bob." That is all I know of Uncle Bob. But I fain would indulge a hope that he quit his cups and became a sober man before he launched into a world unknown.


I think Grandfather Smith[5] had one sister. She was a red haired woman. He married Betty Street.[6] Her father was wealthy and [my] brother George has his pocket book at this time. It is a very large neat pocket book quilted with gold. I do not know how many brothers and sisters Grandmother Street had, but I remember to have heard father speak of his Uncle Anthony Street, he was a Baptist and like too many of his brethren of that order, he loved the spirit of the corn. Father used to tell an anecdote on him to this effect. The church would have him tried for getting drunk nearly every Church meeting, but never could turn him out. He was always ready to confess his fault and implore forgiveness, telling them how many drams he drank, sometimes he only drank one dram; sometimes two and sometimes three; and he would try not to get drunk anymore. The conclusion of the trial generally ended in castigation as follows: "Well, Brother Street, if three drams makes you drunk, you must drink but two." (Yes.) "Lad, if two drams make you drunk, you must drink but one." (Yes. Yes.) "And if one dram makes you drunk, you must not drink any." (Yes. Yes. Yes.)

Grandmother Smith was a good old Baptist and a very pious woman, then she used to churn on Sunday and thought no harm of it. She was a midwife and expert on horseback for a woman. She had dark hair, blue eyes, fair skin and weighed nearly two hundred pounds.

Grandfather Smith never attached himself to any branch of the Christian Church. He was a very stout, able-bodied man and a soldier in the Revolutionary War and as true a Whig as ever lived. He gloried in American independence and could delightfully entertain those around him with his songs about Washington and the war. The plainest recollection I have of him now is seeing him at father's house leaning his chair against the bed with his silver locks hanging most to his shoulders singing, "Great Washington, he was the man who led the sons of freedom on." He was burning a plant bed for the purpose of sowing tobacco seed, for he was a farmer, got very warm, went into the house, took a drink, felt unwell, lay down, and in some eight or ten days his mortal existence was closed by the fatal disease called the cold plague.

After Grandfather Smith's death, Grandmother employed an overseer by the name of Bob Lark for some two years. She then employed my brother William S. Street one year after which she suffered the property to be divided between the heirs of the estate and she made her home amongst her children, but mostly at my father's. I was a great favorite of hers in her declining years. When she was old and well stricken in years, she became very childish and she used to think I could trim her nails better for her than anybody else. One time I found great favor in her sight because I discovered the cause of a pain she was laboring under and effected a speedy cure. Again, one time she had been to Mrs. White's and I saw her first and ran and helped her over the fence. Those accidental favors got me the esteem of my grandmother, and should any little girl or boy ever read these lines let me say to you, be always good to old folks especially to your grandmother. Grandmother lived to see her fourth generation. She died at my father's and was buried by the side of grandfather on the premises of grandfather at the time of his death.

Susannah (Mitchell) Campbell was my fifth great aunt and her grandson and author of this family history, John Campbell Smith, was my second cousin four times removed. He was born at the headwaters of Little Barren Creek in Barren County, Kentucky.

[1] Susannah (Mitchell) Campbell's first cousin, Robert Mitchell (1747-1792), also made the journey to Kentucky, but he and his family left with a party of travelers from Mecklenburg County, North Carolina. They traveled on the Wilderness Road in 1790. During the journey, Robert's wife, Naomi Shipley, was scalped and died of her injuries, and his daughter Sarah was kidnapped by Indians. (Link below)

[2] "Uncle Philip" was Philip Shuck, Jr., born 1786 in Pennsylvania; died on an unknown date in Davis County, Iowa; second husband of Mary Enos (Campbell) Martin (1772-1875).

[3] Robert Mitchell was from Londonderry, Northern Ireland, before immigrating to Pennsylvania, but his family were of Scots, his ancestors had been "planted" in northern Ireland by English kings.

[4] "Great Uncle Bob" was Robert Harvey Mitchell, born in 1752, Pequea, Lancaster, Pennsylvania; died 1818 in Mercer County, Kentucky; married Mary Witt.

[5] Grandfather Smith was William Smith born about 1746 in Virginia; died 17 May 1817 in Cumberland County, Kentucky; married Elizabeth Street in 1764 in Virginia.

[6] Elizabeth Street was the daughter of Anthony Street and Elizabeth Brockman.

Robert Mitchell, the Elder
Kidnapped by Indians

Monday, June 5, 2017

A Letter to Her Son

Miriam Ophelia (Lewis) Ross, was my maternal uncle's mother-in-law. Mrs. Ross was known to her friends and family as Ophelia. She was born on 13 October 1901 in Pamlico County, North Carolina, to David Marcus Lewis and Delphia "Delpha" Mae Popperwill. At the time of her birth, Ophelia's father was a farm laborer but by 1910 he rented a farm and worked it on his own account. The family lived at Lowland, a small unincorporated community on the Pamlico Sound and one of the more remote communities in a county that is still rural today. Lowland is three feet above sea level, hence its name.

Miriam Ophelia Lewis and Coolidge Martin Ross;
courtesy of Cathy Brewer

Ophelia married Coolidge Martin Ross on 13 June 1920 in Pamlico County. They had six children and one is still living.  Their youngest daughter, Iva Mae Ross, was born on 11 April 1931, and married my Mom's brother, Herbert Paul Lange, on 4 April, 1952, in Elizabeth City, North Carolina, where Aunt Iva went to live and work after she graduated from high school. Her new husband served in the U.S. Coast Guard.

The daughter of Coolidge and Ophelia's son, Coolidge Martin Ross, Jr., is also interested in her family history and active on Last summer she posted a letter Ophelia wrote to her son, Junior, and that letter wrote about the fatal illness of another uncle. So interesting to learn about this very sad time in our family from another point of view.

Page 1 of a letter from Miriam Ophelia (Lewis) Ross to her son, Coolidge Martin
Ross, Jr.; courtesy of Cathy Brewer


Dear Jr. and Family,

Hope all are well and keeping warm. It's sure cold down here. And has been quite a long time it seems. Try to keep one room warm. Our pump has frozen up twice already. You can imagine how cold it is in our kitchen in the morning. But we are doing fine.

Iva and Paul (this is what Ophelia called my uncle, Herbert) are in Florida. Went last week Paul's sister and her husband were both in the hospital at the same time, But Ruth is back home but not well. That's why they went to help Ruth out. Her husband is still in the hospital as far as I know. Iva said they would be back in about two weeks. That Paul's two sisters was going to take turns to be with Ruth until she is able to take over.

Not any of the children were home at Christmas but came down after. Carol did come up a little while on Christmas evening. You told me before long you were coming to see me. I keep looking for you but didn't see you. Hope you and the family wasn't sick. Have any of you had the flu? Sure hope you don't.

I still have my shingles but don't have any pain now but the itching and burning comes and goes. I will be glad when they clear up. But? How is Andy is he making good in school? Don't seem like he is twenty years old. Tell him hello from us. Have you still got a nice garden? How are Cathy and her family? Doing fine I hope. Hope Frosty and wife are getting along nicely.

Well I guess I'll close for now. Don't know if you can read it all or not but maybe some of it. Say hello to Cathy for me. Write us a line and let us know how all are.

I think of you all,

Love Mother

An explanation of the people mentioned in the letter is warranted.

Ross Family

Ross Family created using Microsoft Powerpoint

Carol Delmer Ross was their eldest child and is mentioned in the letter as stopping by to visit Christmas evening. Coolidge Martin Ross, Jr., who was called Junior by his parents, was the recipient of the letter. He lived in Georgia. And Aunt Iva is Uncle Herbert's wife. Andy, Cathy and Frosty are three of Junior's children.

Lange Family

Lange family tree created using Microsoft Powerpoint

Ruth Lange, married Robert Riffle Meek. It was the second marriage for both of them and Uncle Bob was 20 years her senior. He died of spinal meningitis on 27 January 1981, 15 days after Ophelia wrote the letter transcribed above. Aunt Millie and my Mom, Dorothy, are the two sisters mentioned in the letter. And Uncle Herbert is referred to as Paul in the letter. Herbert, Millie, Mom and their spouses lived in North Carolina. Aunt Ruth moved to New Bern, near where Aunt Millie, Uncle Marvin, and my parents made their home shortly after Uncle Bob's death.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

From 4-Star Resorts to Coal Mines

Pete and I weren't able to join my youngest brother and his wife for our annual Memorial Weekend get-away as we are working hard to get our house ready to sell. We have extensively remodeled our home over the past 13 years, but after Mom died in 2014, I lost my motivation and never really got everything put back together after the last project. So this holiday weekend, I thought back to our most recent trip and decided to share with you memories of our 2015 Memorial Day trip to southern West Virginia. Taking a long weekend trip with my youngest brother and his wife is a family tradition which began in 2010.

It was my turn to pick a destination. In my never-ending quest to get my youngest brother interested in family history, I decided we should go to southern West Virginia where our great grandfather, Robert Muir (1875-1956), worked as a miner from at least 1920 through the early 1940s. We would tour a coal mine, drive through McDowell and Wyoming counties where he lived and worked, and hopefully photograph his grave and that of his son, Robert Muir, Jr. (1912-1959). My brother requested we add a tour of the Congressional Government Relocation Facility, better known as "The Bunker." It was a Cold War era underground facility to house Congress during a nuclear attack so the government would continue to function. So we were spending Memorial Day weekend underground!

We arrived in Beckley, West Virginia, on Saturday and met my brother and his wife there for dinner, which was our best meal of the trip.

Dinner on the 304 Chop House patio; personal collection

Sunday morning we drove to the White Sulphur Springs Valley and toured the Bunker, the grounds of the Greenbrier resort, and ate lunch at the hotel's restaurant, Draper's. We drove back to Beckley Exhibition Coal Mine and toured the museum, miners' housing, and went underground into the drift mine.

Front entrance of the Greenbrier; personal collection
Down in the drift mine; personal collection

We ate dinner at Tamarack, West Virginia's economic development project for arts and crafts. The cafeteria is staffed by chefs from the Greenbrier.

Tamarack arts and crafts facility; courtesy of Wikipedia

On Monday we drove south through Wyoming and McDowell counties, where nothing is flat and the valleys are narrow and pinched together with only room for a creek, railroad tracks, and a road, which would have been a great racing road course! We found the cemetery, which was huge and mountainous (of course). However, we did not find the graves of our ancestors. The records for 1950s burials were burned several years ago. We drove through Welch, West Virginia, the county seat, which is practically a ghost town now, but once was one of the fastest-growing cities in West Virginia. The decline of the coal industry has wreaked havoc on the economy. While we were there yet another mining company announced large layoffs.

Welch, West Virginia on a Sunday afternoon, 1946; courtesy of Wikipedia
Same street on a Sunday afternoon, 2015; personal collection

Perhaps the most fascinating part of the trip was learning about the West Virginia Mine War, which occurred in 1920 and 1921. It is still the largest labor action in our Nation's history. There was certainly the need for unions in that era of barely regulated capitalism.

I don't think I made much progress getting my youngest brother interested in genealogy or our family history. But I haven't given up yet!

If you are interested in looking at the photographs of the rest of our trip, you may want to review my album on Facebook: 2015 Southern West Virginia Photo Album. There is a county historical society, which has been quite helpful in my research.

Memorial Day Traditions
Project Greek Island: The Bunker
Welch County Courthouse: Then and Now
Welch, West Virginia: The Nation's Coal Bin
West Virginia Mine Wars

Monday, May 29, 2017

How I Find Memorials for the Honor Roll Project

My husband and I enjoy car trips. In fact, when he retires, we are driving the loop across the contiguous 48 states, stopping at places we have not yet visited. It's not that we are afraid to fly. Pete has been flying to commute to work every week since 2013 and I just hate being treated like cattle or held captive in a hot plane. So whenever possible we drive. Since we began participating in Heather Rojo's Honor Roll Project, we've taken the road less traveled and discovered some truly quaint small towns, wonderful eateries, and talked to many interesting strangers. So how do I find all the honor roll memorials we photograph and transcribe?

World War II Honor Roll, Frederick, Maryland, personal collection
(I still transcribing this one; there are names on the back, too!)

Once we've determine the basic route of our trip, I look for honor roll memorials along the way. I use two main resources:
  1. Memorial Day Foundation -- The War Memorial Registry is a crowdsourced database of veteran and war related monuments and memorials across the country. Just don't try to enter a Confederate memorial; they will delete it. To find honor rolls, I navigate in the following manner: Memorials >> War Memorial Registry >> Search Registry. Then I select the state for which I am interested and scroll down to the Type of Memorial Search dropdown and select War Memorial Honor Roll Plaques and Panels and Stones. 
  2. -- This is another crowdsourced website. Unfortunately, it does not have a category for honor rolls, but I've found entering "Honor Roll" in the Find Waymark search box works most of the time. Unfortunately, I have not yet figured out how to search by state or county as the Near Location search requires an address or postal code. So you will have many, many search results to wade through.
  3. American Memorials Directory -- (Thank you Rob Gumlaw!) This is a database of all types of memorials in the U.S. I select a state and scroll through the listing to determine if there are any honor rolls in the state through which we plan to travel.
Before I finish searching, I'll Google Search the names of the towns along our route along with the keywords "Honor Roll." I'm always surprised at what I learn. Next, I check the list of honor roll memorials I've compiled against Heather Wilkinson Rojo's Honor Roll Project website. If someone else has already photographed and transcribed the memorials, I cross that possibility off my list.

Then, I use Google maps to locate the city or town in which the memorials I found on my two main sources are located to determine how close they are to our route of travel and select likely candidates to photograph and transcribe. If we stop to photograph a memorial when we are hungry, I use TripAdvisor to find a highly rated place to eat.

Heather's Honor Roll Project has enriched our travel experiences and enabled us to honor our veterans in some small way. I hope you will consider contributing, too.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Honor Roll: Scott County, Virginia, Gate City High School

Scott County, Virginia, formed in 1814 from parts of surrounding counties, is just north Kingsport, Tennessee, and south of West Virginia. It's about as far away from where I live and still be in the same state. Gate City is the county seat and the Gate City High School, a public school, was built in 1956. On an exterior wall of the school is a plaque commemorating the service of the county men and women who served in World War I and World War II.

Scott County Honor Roll, Gate City, Virginia; courtesy of


In Memory of Those Who Made
The Supreme Sacrifice

World War I

Artrip, George Dewey
Berry, William W.
Bishop, Beverly B.
Booher, Albert T.
Calhoun, James
Coley, William T.
Collins, Moscow
Dorton, James B.
Duncan, William B.
Fletcher, Charles Claren
Flecther, Earnest A.
Gilliam, Echol L.
Hammonds, Clayton
Hensley, John E.
Innis, Henry W.
Jenkins, Luther Kelly
Jessie, Joe W.
Keys, John P.
Lambert, Connie
Lane, Herman
Lane, Samuel D.
Maddux, Elbert
McNew, James E.
Meade, Houston Lee.
Meade, John W.
Moneyhun, Ralph C.
Neely, Wilburn P.
Palmer, James Malcolm
Pendleton, Robert W.
Porter, Walter D.
Powers, Charles B.
Price, Arthur
Rhoton, Benjamin
Salyer, William H.
Wells, Clyde
Willis, William Sterling

World War II

Alvis, Burley
Atkinson, Edgar Blannem
Babb, James H.
Baker, James E.
Baldwin, Eugene F.
Bartlett, Willie Edward
Beard, Byron Franklin
Berry, Kay L.
Bishop, Houston
Bledsoe, Ray
Blevins, Earnest Garfield
Bowen, Carl E.
Bowen, Vestel R.
Carter, Arnold Lee
Carter, Robert R.
Cassell, John H.
Castle, James S.
Cowden, Claude Gilmer
Cox, John Carmack
Culberston, Fred H.
Dishner, Dual F.
Dishner, Roy G.
Dockery, Conley E.
Dorton, Bobbie
Dykes, Malcolm Kelly, Jr.
Edwards, Troy O.
Elliott, Iver Preston
Falin, Arthur V.
Fields, Clarence
Ford, Owen H.
France, Robert H.
Fraysier, Delmer V.
Frazier, Edd C.
Gardner, Rubin J.
Gilliam, Carl Fred
Gilliam, James Calvin
Gilreath, K. H.
Goins, Charles E.
Grizzle, Raymond O.
Hall, Clyde H.
Harden, Howard
Harris, Glenn C.
Hartgrove, Loranza E.
Haynes, Clinton Edward
Herron, Kenneth R.
Hillman, John Wesley
Howington, Claude S.
Hughes, John F., Jr.
Jones, Carl B.
Jones, Edgar A.
Keith, Earl L.
Lane, Carl B.
Lane, Herman Quillen
Litton, John Alexander
Luster, Cecil A.
Lyons, Ballard J.
McConnell, Paris Edward
McConnell, William F.
McConnell, Willie E.
McDavid, Lewis L.
Marshall, Arthur A.
Moore, Clarence
Morrison, Charlie Canary
Noel, Roy G.
Osborne, John Kermit
Osborne, Worley Z.
Pendleton, Emmerson R.
Ramey, Logan B.
Roller, Burley Gaines
Ross, Alva Blaine
Sandidge, Edgar Ryland
Sandidge, Vernon Walker
Scott, Carl L., Jr.
Shelton, Hubert C.
Smith, Frederick R.
Strong, Carl E.
Thompson, George F.
Upchurch, Charlie B.
Whitley, Stewart
Winegar, Ernest John
Wolfenbarger, Benjamin
Wood, Claude Clayon

Erected Nov. 11, 1950 by Scott County Post No. 65

This post was written as a contribution to the Honor Roll Project, which was created by Heather Wilkinson Rojo, author of Nutfield Genealogy.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Honor Roll: Prince William County, Virginia, World War I

At the intersection of Lee and Grant Avenues in Manassas, Virginia, is an honor roll commemorating those county residents who lost their lives during World War I.

Prince William County, Virginia, World War I Honor Roll;
courtesy of Paul Crumlish

World War I

Dedicated to the Citizens
Prince William County
Who Lost Their Lives in
The Service of Their Country in
1917 -- The World War -- 1919

Fewell Athey
Carrington Bailey
Maurice Beavers
John Blackwell
John C. Blight
Melvin Cornwell
Vernard Cornwell
Hugh Corum
Archer Crawford
McKinley Dodd
Randolph W. Fair
Wilson D. Garner
Frank Green
Harry Hatcher
Perry Herring
Champ L. Jones
M. M. Lake
G. O. Lynch
Clarkson Mayhugh
William Nickens
Eugene Ross
William Shaffer
Omer Smith
Melbourne Varner
Floyd Whetzel
Kemp Williams

This post was written as a contribution to the Honor Roll Project, which was created by Heather Wilkinson Rojo, author of Nutfield Genealogy.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Honor Roll: Alexandria, Virginia, George Washington High School

There is a World War II Honor Roll for former George Washington Middle School students who lost their lives during World War II. When the school opened in 1935 it was a high school and consolidated two former schools into one. In 1971 in the wake of integration, the City of Alexandria reassigned all high school juniors and seniors to T. C. Williams and freshmen and sophomores to Francis C. Hammond and George Washington. In 1979 grades 7-9 were added to the student population and the schools became middle schools. Later, grade 6 was added.

George Washington High School World War II Honor Roll;
courtesy of Mak Bruton

World War II

George Washington High School

to the
Memory of
Those of
Our Boys Who
Served in
World War II
And Did Not
Come Back

Erected by the
Graduating Classes
1943, 1944
1945, 1946, 1947

Harlan Eugene Amandus
Alphus Eugene Arthur
Edward Ralph Barclay
Eugene A. Barry
Elmer R. Bartlett
Elwin Irving Brawner, Jr.
Robert Phillip Brawner
Frank Dudley Cahill
Donald G. Covey
Dabney M. Cruikshank
Douglas R. Drake
William Francis Deeton
George Frances DuFrane, Jr.
Charles Alvin Dunm
Ralph W. Fleming
Samuel Hobart Fleming, Jr.
Joseph M. Gay, Jr.David Lester Gillett
Robert B. Gills, Jr.
Joseph Leonard Goodrich
Charles Herbert Grimm
J. D. Guill
Robert Hatfield
Carlin G. King
Israel Kleinman
James Sinclair MacLean, Jr.
John Duvall May
Hirst Mayes
Richard McGowan
Robert Dunn McIlwrine
Samuel Haslett Meeks
John B. Myers
Archie  Baynes Norford
Milton Rand Norton, Jr.
Winfred Amos Perrson
Herbert Joseph Petrello
Edmund Hunt Roberts, Jr.
Robert Rumshin
George William Rutledge
Stewart Delaney Saffelle
Lyman Stephen Schlesser
Charles Thomas Scott
Ossie F. Snellings
Joseph Anthony Tull
Earl N. Tutt
Benjamin J. Vos, Jr.
Lifford Henry Wayland
Raymond Carlyle Wood
Charles E. Woodruff

The name have been alphabetized by surname.

This post was written as a contribution to the Honor Roll Project, which was created by Heather Wilkinson Rojo, author of Nutfield Genealogy.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Honor Roll: Falls Church, Virginia, New York Memorial Stone

The brick Episcopal Church in Falls Church, Virginia, dates to 1769 and was designed by Colonel James Wren, a vestryman at the original church. George Washington was appointed a church warden and tasked with raising funds for the new church building. The church takes its name from a nearby road that led to a ferry below Little Falls in the Potomac River.

Falls Church Episcopal Church, Falls Church, Virginia;
personal collection

In the church cemetery is memorial stone commonly called the New York Memorial Stone.

New York Memorial Stone; personal collection

(I certainly have an uncanny knack of showing up to photograph a memorial when time of day and sun are completely wrong!)

In Memory
Of the Civil War Soldiers
Who Were Buried in this
Hallowed Ground

Edward Boweman, 21st New York Volunteer Infantry
John Decker, 20th New York State Militia
Patrick Doyle, 20th New York State Militia
Horace Dougherty, 144th New York Volunteer Infantry
Franklin E. Dunham, 20th New York State Militia
Curtis Fagan, 144th New York Volunteer Infantry
James H. Fleming, 16th New York Cavalry
William B. Hallenbeck, 20th New York State Militia
Abraham C. Hinkley, 20th New York State Militia
Amasa L. Hoyt, Jr., 144th New York Volunteer Infantry
Ananias Hyatt, 20th New York State Militia
William Keator, 20th New York State Militia
William H. Lee, 14th New York Volunteer Infantry
Smith McCoon, 20th New York State Militia
John M. Mowers, 23rd New York State Militia
Thomas Paine, 144th New York State Militia
Hiram Risedorf, 20th New York State Militia
Charles Schoonmaker, 20th New York State Militia
Isaac Smith, 20th New York State Militia
Ira M. Stevens, 20th New York State Militia
Josiah Upright, 20th New York State Militia
Eliphalet S. Webb, 144th New York Volunteer Infantry
James R. Wilson, 21st New York Volunteer Infantry

This post was written as a contribution to the Honor Roll Project, which was created by Heather Wilkinson Rojo, author of Nutfield Genealogy.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Honor Roll: Macon, Georgia, Coleman Hill Park

The 151st Machine Gun Battalion memorial commemorating those in the battalion who lost their lives during World War I is located at Coleman Hill Park in Macon, Georgia.

The 151st Machine Gun Battalion was part of the 42nd Rainbow Division.

151st Machine Gun Battalion Honor Roll, Coleman Hill Park, Macon,
Georgia; courtesy of U.S. World War I Centennial Commission

In Memory of Those of the
151st Machine Gun Battalion

* Killed in Action + Died in Service

That Their Names May Live
With Their Valor

Company A, Macon Hussars

Thomas H. Blissett*
Jesse D. Bridges *
Robert D. Collins*
Edgar Coots+
Herman K. Davis*
Frank Enters*
Bernard F. Greene*
Normand H. Hawkinson+
Paul Hearn*
Thomas W. Hollis*
Frank M. Hunt*
Otis Knight*
Ernest P. McWilliams*
John Morteson+
Clifford I. Phillips*
Delbert W. Sawyer+
Jack Taylor*
Melvin Wilson+
Ben Whitt+

Company B, Macon Volunteers

Frank L. Adkins+
Chambers L. Bunting*
Calvin C. Climer*
Otis E. Cook*
Clifford Evans*
James J. Guerry*
Daniel P. Hudson*
Charles B. Long*
Emmett L. Martin*
James G. Mason*
Paul B. Minter*
Willie C. Murray*
Gussie Rich+
George F. Robertson*
Guerry J. Temple*
Homer J. Terry+
Madie R. Ware*
Thomas G. Whittaker*

Company C, Floyd Rifles

Troy D. Barnett*
Harry C. Deanor*
Clarence D. Fordham*
Delmere M. Howard*
Freeman C. Mills+
Jarvis W. Moore*
Mark Mosco*
James M. Oliver*
Roy S. Ratley*
Carl Thompson*
Joseph E. Tucker+
Earl S. Wadsworth*
George L. Weeks*
Ira Wilkinson*

Company D, Lancaster Penna.

Abraham Breitigan*
Raymond Bryson*
Martin Cover*
Frank Cramblett*
David T. Davis*
Carroll Fanus*
John A. Harkcom*
Aaron Jenkins*
Julius M. Lyons*
Martin L. Moore*
Ralph W. Olds*
Charles J. Reamsnyder*
George A. Rodman*
George Smith*
Sylvester Sullivan+
John G. Walter*
Fred White*
Harry White+
Harry Wright*


(Translation: It is sweet and glorious to die for one's country)

Erected by
The Ladies Auxiliary
151st Machine Gun Bn.
Assisted by the Men
Of the Battalion

This post was written as a contribution to the Honor Roll Project, which was created by Heather Wilkinson Rojo, author of Nutfield Genealogy.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Honor Roll: Town of Guilford, Connecticut, Guilford Green

The Town of Guilford, Connecticut, is located in New Haven County. The land that became Guilford was purchased from Indian leader Wequash in 1639. It is considered the third largest collection of historic homes in New England. The Henry Whitfield House is the oldest dwelling in Connecticut and the oldest stone house in North America. It dates to 1639.

There are several war memorials on Guilford Green -- another reason for my husband and I to return to this lovely town!

Town of Guilford, Connecticut, Guilford Green, World War I Honor Roll;
personal collection

World War I

In Honor of our Men and Women
Who Served in the World War

John R. Alcorn
Murrie Alcorn
Elmer Anderson
Frank E. Barlow
David B. Beattie
John B. Beattie
Clyde G. Beckwith
Henry S. Beers
George V. Bishop
R. Walter Bishop
LeRoy L. Blake
J. Alden Blatchley
Emil Bremmer
Frederick G. Burdette
Paul L. Butler
Albert F. Calhoun
Agnes T. Carlson
Earle Chapell
Fred Chello
Gabriel A. Chello
Cecil G. Clayton
Laurence H. Clayton
Edward C. Conway
William F. Conway
George Demorest
Aime Douliett
Howard E. Dudley
Raymond A. Dudley
Robert W. Dudley
Shelton W. Dudley
Harold C. Fowler
Watson O. Goldsmith
H. Stanton Griffing
Charles R. Griswold
Ernest W. Griswold
Paul M. Griswold
F. Daniel Hackett
Alice Hanrahan
Louis Harrison
Herbert W. Herman
Dennis C. Horan
Wilber P. Hotchkiss
James R. Hubbard
John B. Hubbard
Walter T. Hubbard
William G. Hubbard
Earl F. Jacobs
E.  Eugene Jacobs, Jr.
Percy R. Jacobs
Rudolph L. Johnson
Alfred Josephson
Frederick T. Knowlton
Cleveland LeMontangue
Clifford E. Lewis
Paul W. Lucas
Bertha Miller
Earl F. Miller
Edward Miller
William J. Millest
Herbert A. Miner
Anthony J. Moleske
Bradford H. Monroe
John A. Monte
John Moran
George Neowatni
Earl D. Norton
William J. O'Neill
Burton Page
Angelo Parollo
Hazel A. Potter
Angelo Parollo
Hazel A. Potter
Ray D. Roberts
Raymond H. Rolf
Dennis Ryan
Alvah J. Ryerson
Charles R. Sanborn
Jeremiah A. Shea, Jr.
Cornelius F. Smith
Lewis A. Spencer
Leverett C. Stone
F. Leland Stowe
George D. Sullivan
George F. Sullivan
Peter H. Sullivan
James P. Sullivan
John J. Sullivan
Paul J. Sullivan
Howard J. Travers
John Robert Walker
Harry W. Weld
Ernest J. White
Harold G. Wingood
George Wise
Max R. Woodson
Antonio Woop
Frederick A. Woop

These Gave Their Lives
Frank H. Bishop
Charles F. Darrow
Herbert H. Hall
Burton M. Lee

Erected by the Citizens of Guilford

Guilford World War II Honor Roll, Guilford Green; personal collection

World War II

World War II 1941-1945

On the top of the center stone are the names and dates the names of the men who lost their lives while serving in the Armed Forces during World War II:

Peter D. Carrado
Robert J. Commeau
Pascoe C. Deaton
Nicholas J. Gervasoni
Arthur C. Hofrichter
John C. Larkin
Earl M. Lemley
Carl W. Lytle
Philip R. Mancini
Robert M. Newcomb
Edward A. Norton
Joseph P. Offredi, Jr.
John C. Rebuzzini
Donald C. Rood
Leroy W. Scranton, Jr.
James F. Spencer

On the top of the two stones on the right and left are these words.

Guilford was home to over five hundred men and women who served in every branch of the United States Armed Forces during the period of December 7, 1941, to September 11, 1945.

Our citizens warriors fought and endured in every battle on Land and sea and in the air, from Pearl Harbor to Toyko Bay in the Pacific Theater and from Northern Africa to Berlin in the European Theater.

Scores of our men were wounded in combat. Sixteen Lost their lives.

We, the citizens of Guilford, establish this memorial as a place of reflection for future generations, that they forever remember the sacrifices and services made by their forebears [sic] during the period of our history known as World War II.

The citizens of Guilford who served on the home front labored intensively in support of the war effort. Over one hundred farms produced dairy, poultry, fruits and vegetables, beef and pork products for our service personnel, our allies and Americans all across our land.

Many men and women worked the three shifts at New Departure, producing ball bearings that turned the treads of tanks, the propellers of aircraft and the intricate mechanisms of the Norden Bombsite, several Guilford foundries, such as I. S. Spencer, produced metal products for the war effort.

Older men and women served as airplane spotters and air raid wardens.

Young boys and girls scoured the fields and yards for old tires and scrap metal.

We worked as a community in unison with people all around the world to preserve democracy and the dignity of mankind.

Guilford Vietnam War Honor Roll; photograph courtesy
of Michael Herrick and the Memorial Day Foundation

Vietnam War

Each Peaceful Dawn
In This Place We Are
Reminded of These
Men Who Died for
Their Country

Stephen J. Brennan, PFC
Ara Crosby, Jr., WO
Frederick W. Dauten, Jr., MAJ

May 28, 1984
Town of Guilford, Conn.

God * Duty * Honor* Country

This post was written as a contribution to the Honor Roll Project, which was created by Heather Wilkinson Rojo, author of Nutfield Genealogy.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Honor Roll: Town of Southington, Connecticut, Veterans Memorial Park

The Town Southington, Connecticut, is in Hartford County. When it was first settled, the community was known as Panthorne, which was settled in 1698. As the settlement grew, the name was changed to South Farmington, which was later shortened to Southington.

Southington has honor roll memorials in two locations. My husband and I only photographed the memorial in Veterans Memorial Park. We will return to Southington to photograph and transcribe the memorials.

Southington World War II memorial; Veterans Memorial
Park; personal collection

World War II

In Memory of
Southington Men
Who Made the Supreme Sacrifice
In the Service of Their Country in World War II

William U. Bailey, PFC
Lawrence Bowers, CAPT
Rudolph Cabata, MG
John Calvanese, SSGT
Leonard Cyr, SGT
Donald Dorman, TSGT
Paul A. Fiondella, PVT
Paul H. Flynn, Jr. SGT
Stanley A. Folcik, SSGT
Norman J. Fritz TSGT
Peter Guardzdowski, FPC
Francis Gura, PFC
Roger Jurglewicz, TSGT
Albert C. Kinney, PFC
Peter Kizilski, MM
Edward Kleszcz, PFC
Harold L. Limmer, LT
Victor J. Mastrianni, SSGT
Mario Mirando, AMM
Robert R. Moon, CPL
Horace E. Nichols, CWO
Carmen Palumbo, PFC
Charles C. Parker, LT
Anthony Pasquale, SSGT
Joseph Perry, CPL
Stanley Putala, TSGT
Paul Reussner, SSGT
Peter S. Spratto, PFC
Walter Stasilowicz, SSGT
Stephen Suchar, J., SSGT
Joseph Sullivan, LT
William C. Tilde, PFC
John A. Ziemba, PFC

This Plaque Donated by
Southington Lions Club

This post was written as a contribution to the Honor Roll Project, which was created by Heather Wilkinson Rojo, author of Nutfield Genealogy.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Honor Roll: Town of Manchester, Connecticut, Munro Park

The Town of Manchester in Hartford County, Connecticut, was part of the City of Hartford and then East Hartford until 1823. The Cheney family started what would become the world's largest silk mill in 1838 and the E. E. Hillard Woolen Mills, founded in 1780 by Aaron Buckland, is the oldest woolen mill site in the United States.

Cheney Brothers Mills, South Manchester, 1920; courtesy of

Munro Park includes several memorials but only the World War II memorial is an honor roll.

Memorials at Munro Park, Manchester, Connecticut;
personal collection

Manchester World War II Honor Roll, Munro Park;
personal collection

World War II

PVC Walter J. Adams
LT William Anderson
PFC William T Anderson
PVT Ernest E. Bartley
S 1/C Olin F. Beebe
PFC Arthur L. Benoit
PVT Henry J. Bensche
GM 3/C Ernest A. Berggren
SGT Francis W. Blow
PVT Paul D. Botticello
PVT Walter F. Brandt
PFC John J. Brennan
AV RA M 2/C George E. Briggs
PFC Everett E. Brown
PFC Errol Burton
A/S Albert J. Busky
PFC William Chamberlain
SGT Donald Chapman
SSGT James F. Civiello
PFC Robert Claughsey
SGT Frederick Collings, Jr.
A/S Thomas C. Collins
AM M 1/C Donald L. Cross
PVT Nelson E. Darrow
LT Arthur B. Davis
ENSIGN Vincent E. Diana
PFC John Dirgo, Jr.
CPL Joseph A. Doherty
F/O George P. Eggleston
PFC Dillio Falcetta
SGT Hugh Farrington
1st LT Joseph R. Fizgerald
PVT Oscar Geanette
2nd LT Herbert R. Gilman
CPL Thomas Gleason
PVT Peter F Gochee
SGT Eric H. Gothberg
PVT Edward J. Gozdz
SSGT William E. Groot
CPL Alexander Gurski
2nd LT Michael Haberern
PVT John M. Haggart, Jr.
PVT Robert J. Hall
LT William C. Hall
SGT Robert W. H. Hamilton
LT Edward F. Hraburda
PVT Alton Hare
AM 2/C Alvin P. Harrow
PVT William Henry
F 1/C Charles W. Heritage
SSGT Robert Herrick
SSGT Kenyon G. Hills
PVT David R. Jack
PFC Edward C. Jaglinski
LT Arthur H. Keeney, Jr.
PFC Lester O. Keeney
SGT Donald King
PVT Francis J. Kirka
SGT Michael Kokoch
PVT Stanley Kulpinski
PVT Raymond G. LaGace
LT Arthur Lawrence
LT Richard LeBarron
PFC Edmund F. Leber, Jr.
PFC John R. Lee
SSGT Joseph Lennon, Jr.
PFC Walter B. Liss
LT Robert W. Lucey
A/S Donald Madden
MM 2/C Bruno C. Mankus
PVT Frank J. Mansfield
A/S Arthur E. Miller
PFC Fred H. Miller, Jr.
LT William M. Miller
PVT John J. Mitchell
PVT Gregory Monaco
LT John C. Moriarty
PFC Norman A. Mosher
SGT Clifford M. McKinney
SSGT Wesley F. McMullen
SGT Rudolph W. Nelson, Jr.
PVT Alfred Newall
PFC John I. Nowak
PVT Edward J. Olcavage
PVT Thomas J. Patricca
SGT John Perotti
PFC Albin J. Peschik
SGT Edward S. Plocharczyk
GM 1/C Mario Quey
PFC William Roberts
PFCConell C. Rushworth
PVT Joseph Sebula
SSGT Pat Serratore
PFC Victor Skoneski
PFC Timothy S. Smythe
SGT Ernest A. Squatrito
PFC Peter W. Stamler
GM 1/C Joseph A. Staum
1st LT Jesse J. Stevens
PFC W. Stark Taylor
LT Gordon E. Thrall
PVT Rocco C. Toce
SGT Douglas J. Turkington
CAPT Gordon T. Wells
AV CADET Orville H. Whitney
1st LT John G. Wilson
1st LT John E. Winzler
SC 3C Lewis H. Wolger
PFC Angelo Zito

Manchester Korean Conflict Honor Roll, Munro Park;
personal collection

Korean Conflict

Korean Conflict 1950-1953

Ernest W. Steinberg
Howard C. Flavell, Jr.
William Bolduc
Howard M. Higley

Not Forgotten

This post was written as a contribution to the Honor Roll Project, which was created by Heather Wilkinson Rojo, author of Nutfield Genealogy.