Does anyone recognize this man or his family? His grandfather and my great-grandfather were brothers. I found a brief biography in History of Alabama and Her People, A. B. Moore, author and editor, 1927. Dr. James William (Jay) Jordan was born in the Malone community of Randolph County, AL, 18 December 1883. His grandfather, William D. Jordan, was a farmer and merchant in Ashland, Clay County, AL. His father, Dr. Charles Alexander (Alex) Jordan, was a physician, practicing in the Malone community of Randolph County, AL. Dr. Jay Jordan graduated from the School of Medicine at Emory University in 1908. He practiced medicine for a year in Blocton, AL He then moved out west and was the house surgeon of the Wyoming General Hospital in Rock Springs, WY, for 16 months followed by a 2-year stint as surgeon for the Union Pacific Coal Company in Hanna, WY. Dr. Jordan returned to Alabama and practiced in Malone and Cragford, AL, before moving to Lauderdale County in 1922. He operated a general medical and surgical practice in Waterloo and was the doctor and surgeon for the Alabama Power Company, Waterloo District, and the Hubert F. Young Lumber and Land Company at Waterloo. Dr. Jordan died in 1949 and is buried in the Florence City Cemetery. Dr. Jordan was married to Elsie Sjogren in 1912 in Malone, AL. She died in Florence in 1923. I don't know where she was buried. Jay and Elsie had three daughters: Agnes Elizabeth, born in 1914; Tyra Anna, born in 1917; and, Mary Valley, born in 1921. They were living with Dr. Jordan in Waterloo in 1927. I hope everyone has a safe and happy New Year. Tony Jordan

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! from North Carolina. I hope that everyone finds that missing piece of their family puzzle in 2005! Jane Foley Isn't This What Christmas Is About? Pa never had such compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. Come on, Matt." he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But, I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what. Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on. After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all Summer hauling down from the mountain, and then! all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "What are you doing?" You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "Why?" "I rode by just today, "Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy." We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?" Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. "We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put th! e meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children-- sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out. "We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed he! r face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us." In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes. Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will." Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand." I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

Merry Christmas to all. And a big thank you to Pat and all the others who provide information. Betty.

Pat: My greetings also. You have done a superb job for the Allauder List. Keep up the good work. And best wishes to all for the New Year. Trecia research for: Futrell's, Hitchcock's and all those related.

Happy Holidays to you, too, Pat. And THANKS for doing a great job with the Lauderdale site and mail list! Arlene Quinn (Robert Wilson line)

Pat Mahan wrote: > Good Morning Everyone! > > I'm sure by now everyone but me has finished all their shopping, > mailing to out-of-town and out-of-state relatives, and are ready to > finish wrapping those gifts that go under the tree at home. > > I wish each and every one of you a Very Merry Christmas and a New Year > filled with Happiness. > > May each of you break at least one 'brick wall' in 2005! > > > Pat > > Pat M. Mahan > List Administrator > > > ==== ALLAUDER Mailing List ==== > Pat M. Mahan Lauderdale County CC and List Manager > http://www.rootsweb.com/~allauder/index.htm > > ============================== > Jumpstart your genealogy with OneWorldTree. Search not only for > ancestors, but entire generations. Learn more: > http://www.ancestry.com/s13972/rd.ashx > > THANK YOU PAT! The same to you Ralph Eerlick

Good Morning Everyone! I'm sure by now everyone but me has finished all their shopping, mailing to out-of-town and out-of-state relatives, and are ready to finish wrapping those gifts that go under the tree at home. I wish each and every one of you a Very Merry Christmas and a New Year filled with Happiness. May each of you break at least one 'brick wall' in 2005! Pat Pat M. Mahan List Administrator

WILLIAM C. HOWELL married MARTHA A. OLIVE, 20 January, 1859, in Lauderdale County, Alabama. They had one child, Mary Howell born about 1860. William C. Howell died during the Civil War at Lauderdale Springs, Mississippi and is buried there. Does anyone have any information on Martha Olive Howell or her daughter Mary Howell ? Did Martha remarry ? Where is she buried ? Who did Mary marry and where is she buried ? I believe that Martha A. Olive was the daughter of Mikle Ollive 49 and wife Kisiah 49 in the 1850 Lauderdale County, Alabama Census. Household 550 Lauderdale County, Alabama 1850 (book) Mikle Ollive 49 NC Farmer Kisiah 49 NC Mary 23 AL Martha 12 AL Thanks for any help. SteveCooper STEVECOOPER75@COMCAST.NET !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Merry Christmas to all of our genealogy friends !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Our ancestors celebrated Christmas We still do

This is something that we need to take a look at as genealogists. Jane Foley ----- Original Message ----- From: "Pat Wynn" <wynnmill@interl.net> To: <MOBARRY-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, December 09, 2004 8:50 PM Subject: [MOBARRY-L] New Bill dealing with records > Thanks for posting this. I've taken action by writing my Senators. If > any of you would like, you can "cut & paste" the following which I based > on the Garrett's post: it was really easy, I just went to > http://www.senate.gov/ found my state and wrote both Senators. > > > > Regarding: 9/11 Recommendations Implementation Act (Engrossed Amendment > as Agreed to by House)[S.2845.EAH] > > > > Senator: > > > > I thoroughly understand and appreciate the need for heightened security > in obtaining copies of Birth Records, but passing S.2845 as it now reads > would remove one more freedom from us. > > > > If S.2845 becomes law, as now written, family historians like myself > will face some real challenges in attempts to obtain birth records, even > on long-deceased ancestors. Specifically, what I am suggesting as an > amateur genealogist is that the Senate apply the addition of Sec. > 3061(b)(1)(A)(iii) that would read: "who is alive on the date that > access to their birth certificate is requested." This addition would > clarify that the legislation (soon to be law) applies ONLY to birth > certificates of CURRENTLY LIVING PERSONS. > > > > Thank you for your consideration of this concern. > > > > Pat Wynn > > > > -----Original Message----- > From: Roy & Linda Garrett [mailto:lrgarrett@alltel.net] > Sent: Thursday, December 09, 2004 6:25 PM > To: MOBARRY-L@rootsweb.com > Subject: [MOBARRY-L] New Bill dealing with records > > > > New Bill Will Possibly Close Records to Genealogists > > > > HR10, which was mentioned in the 13 October issue of RootsWeb Review, > has passed out of the U.S. House of Representatives and is now part of > S.2845. The amendments suggested by David Rencher in his letter to the > bill's sponsor, Congressman J. Dennis Hastert, were NOT incorporated > into this legislation. Thus, the terms of HR10 will now be considered > by the Senate, as part of S.2845. > > > > If S.2845 becomes law, as now written, family historians will face some > real challenges in attempts to obtain birth records, even on > long-deceased individuals. Specifically, what genealogists need to do is > suggest to their lawmakers the addition of Sec. 3061(b)(1)(A)(iii) that > would read: "who is alive on the date that access to their birth > certificate is requested." This addition would clarify that the > legislation (soon to be law) applies ONLY to birth certificates of > CURRENTLY LIVING PERSONS. > > > > If you do not know your U.S. Senator's e-mail address, you can find it > at http://www.senate.gov/ > > > > This bill can be found online at http://thomas.loc.gov/ > > > > Enter: S.2845 (in the bill number window) > > > > Select: Item #3, 9/11 Recommendations Implementation Act (Engrossed > Amendment as Agreed to by House)[S.2845.EAH] > > > > Chapter 2: "Improved Security for Birth Certificates" > > > > Chapter 3/Subtitle B "Identity Management Security" > > > > Chapter 2 "Improved Security for Birth Certificates"

Genealogist's Christmas Eve ('Twas the Night Before Christmas) 'Twas the night before Christmas When all through the house Not a creature was stirring, Not even my spouse. The dining room table with clutter was spread With pedigree charts and letters which said... "Too bad that the data for which you last wrote Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat." Stacks of old copies of bills, wills, and such Were proof that my work had become way too much. Our children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. And I at my table was ready to drop From work on my album with photos to crop. Christmas was here, and such was my lot That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot. Had I not been so busy with grandparents' wills, I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills; While others bought gifts to bring good Christmas cheers, I'd spent time researching those birthdates and years. While I was thus musing about my sad plight, A noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright! Away to the window I flew in a flash, Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash. When what with my wondering eyes should appear, But an overstuffed sleigh and with eight small reindeer. Up to the house top the reindeer they flew, With a sleigh full of toys and ol' Santa Claus, too. And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof. As I drew in my head, and bumped into the sash, Down the cold chimney fell Santa - KER-RASH! "Dear" Santa had come from the roof in a wreck, Tracking soot on the carpet, (could've wrung his short neck)! Spotting my face, ol' Santa could see Christmas spirit was lacking in little ol' me. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk). Here then was Santa, who'd brought us such joy, When I'd been too busy for even one toy. He spied my research on the table all spread; "A genealogist!" He cried! (My face was all red)! "Tonight I've met many like you," Santa grinned, As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned. I gazed with amazement; the cover, it read Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Pled. "I know what it's like to have Rooter's Bug," He said as he gave me a great Santa hug. "While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry, I do some research in the North Pole Library! So these special treats I am able to bring To genealogy folk who can't find a thing." "Now off you go to your bed for a rest, I'll clean the house from this genealogy mess." As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee, I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me. While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle. And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight, "Family history is Fun! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!" - Author Unknown Modified by Terri Lamb

Wow! You people are wonderful in responding to my question! I sent this question to several websites and I want to share with you the responses I received. I will check them out as I can get to them. Several of you said you wanted the information too. So here is what I received back. Jane Foley Their is many accounts of the wagon train routes here is a web site with some of the story's of some of the Men and boys going out west during the Gold rush from Illinois, ( http://www.rootsweb.com/~ilschuyl/Oregontrail.html ) looking for some other that I have read , will post when I find them,,,, Richard Graham check out another web site on the California Gold Rush with some of the fellows from Illinois 1848,,,,,,,,,, www.rootsweb.com/~ilschuyl/ look for Schuyler, Co and California Gold Rush first column down almost all the way. Richard This site will provide some of the information you might be looking for: http://www.over-land.com/emigrants.html Roger Jane, Try OCTA@indepmo.org OCTA stands for OR CA Trail Association. They are headquartered in Independence, MO. I think they can help you. Tom Maybe these will help. Winn 1843 Wagon Train Pioneers http://www.peak.org/~mransom/a2m.html ARRIVALS IN OREGON 1852 http://home.netcom.com/~symbios/52intro.html Wagon Train Arrivals as Reported in the Frontier Guardian http://www.rootsweb.com/~iapottaw/WgnTrnIndx.htm Wagon Trains http://www.cyndislist.com/migration.htm#Wagon There were at least a couple of routes that they may have traveled in going from east to west. One would have been the Zanes Trace. The Government hired Col. Zane to blaze a trail through the as yet un traveled way to the west. That trail was nothing more than a path cut though the trees and brush to allow horses and wagons to pass through. There would be stumps left from cutting down the trees. Some places in the route might just be only where Zane and his men hacked at the trees and made marks to show the people where the trail was and where the next people following were to go. Another was the National Road. Which was the first road built "completely" using federal funds. You can find more info on them by going to the following sites. http://www.flintridgevineyard.com/page/page/390943.htm for Zane's Trace and http://www.nps.gov/fone/natlroad.htm for the National Road Mel The Scots-Irish From Ulster and The Great Philadelphia Wagon Road http://www.electricscotland.com/history/america/wagon_road.htm The Great Wagon Road: From Philadelphia to the South http://www.historyus.com/The_Great_Wagon_Road_From_Philadelphia_to_the_South_087517065X.html Jane The only people who MIGHT have kept a list were the suppliers and grocers. Most bought supplies along the way. There are a few books about wagon trains but not many. There one we read about the women going from Mississippi and she kept a diary that was turned into a book. The majority of the women who were/or got P.G. did not make it. I cannot even imagine what those men and women and children went thru. Hope you find records and if you do let me know please. All I can think of is after the Civil War and the Land Lotteries. L Have you tried looking for "wagon trails" using a search engine, such as Google. There are many entries. R Rogers Jane, There are maps on the internet which trace some of the early roads. One early road was called The Federal Road. It went from GA (I think it was Augusta) southwest to AL/MS. You might try a Google search for it. Before the Indians were removed to OK, it was necessary for people who traveled across their land to get a passport. These have survived and have been compiled into a volume called: PASSPORTS OF SOUTHEASTERN PIONEERS, 1770-1823. I do not know if this compilation is complete but at least it will give you a place to look. I don't own a copy but you might be able to get a copy by inter-library loan. Good luck, Dennis Smith As far as I know, no, no record as such. It was more like "if twelve of us all decide to get in our cars and move from Knoxville to Los Angeles, who's keeping the records of who all is moving?" The answer, of course, is that while there are certainly people aware of it, there aren't any official records of it as such. P Great Gateway to the American Westward Expansion: http://www.linecamp.com/museums/americanwest/hubs/great_gateway_west/great_gateway_west.html Missouri River Outfitters: http://www.stjohnks.net/santafetrail/missouririver/outfitters.html Wagon Train: http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/WWwagontrain.htm [another] Wagon Train: http://www.factmonster.com/ce6/history/A0851256.html Cyndi's List: Migration Routes, Roads & Trails: http://www.cyndislist.com/migration.htm I would contact the US Dept. of Interior and see what they might have. I would think this would come under them. Might try the Mormons in Salt Lake City, Utah. They keep excellent records S Holland

Can anyone advise me where the "DIKES HOLLOW" aka "DIKES HOLLAR" would be located? My mother and father talked about living there when they were young. I believe, from listening to them, that it was between Waterloo and Wright. Can you get there by car? Jim

Where would one go to find a listing of the wagon trains that left in the east and went west along with the dates and the people who were on these. I think that they would have had a record back then. I'm not so sure that they survived to this century. Is there anyone that can shed any light on this question? Jane Foley Cornelius, NC

ALL I want for Christmas .......................is it true words!! > > Dear Santa: Don't bring me new dishes; > I don't need a new kind of game, > Genealogists have peculiar wishes; > For Christmas, I just want a surname. > > A new washing machine would be great, > But it's not the desire of my life. > I've just found an ancestor's birth date; > What I need now is the name of the wife. > > My heart doesn't yearn for a ring > That would put a real diamond to shame. > What I want is a much cheaper thing: > Please give me Mary's last name. > > To see my heart singing with joy > Don't bring me a red leather suitcase. > Bring me a genealogist's toy; > A surname, with dates and a place! > > Anonymous

While researching the Robertson's of Lauderdale Co. area I ran accross the following data; Sabra Jane Robertson married William M Simmons, no date given. (From us & International Marriage records 1560 - 1900) 1870 Census - Both in Prentiss, Miss. with children 1880 Census - Both in Hardin Co., TN with children 1900 Census - Sabra and children in Spains, Lauderdale Co., AL Wondering if this is the daughter of Archer & Sally Robertson as listed in the 1850 census of Lauderdale Co., AL? Any help would be greatly appreciated.

I was looking up an ancestor on the 1910 fed. census and came across a possible match. She was listed as a boarder in a "Alms house" on Coffee Rd in Florence(I couldn't read the exact name of the house). Now from what I understand, an Alms house/home is where out of work or poor folks lived and got food and boarding? Does anyone know the history or know what home I am talking about in Florence 1910? I do know that the family member I am searching for was poor, so this is probably my match. If anyone has info about this I would appreciate it.I can't seem to find anything on google or other sites. Thanks Teresa ===== __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Meet the all-new My Yahoo! - Try it today! http://my.yahoo.com

Phillip Howell married Mary Wesson in Lauderdale County, Alabama in 1825. Does anyone know which Howell line Phillip Howell was from ? Thanks, SteveCooper Cloverdale, Alabama STEVECOOPER75@COMCAST.NET

This is being forwarded from the message boards. If you can help, please reply to the list: ALLAUDER-l@rootsweb.com the original poster: krettinger@hoosierlink.net and the boards: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/HS.2ADE/583 Thanks, Pat ----- Original Message ----- From: <krettinger@hoosierlink.net> To: <ALLAUDER-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, November 16, 2004 8:33 PM Subject: obit for Edith Paulk > This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. > > Surnames: Boykin, Paulk, Elder > Classification: Query > > Message Board URL: > > http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/HS.2ADE/583 > > Message Board Post: > > I am seeking an obit for Edith Paulk. Her last residence was Florence > City. She died in April 1973 per the Social Security Death Index. She > was born Edith Boykin in 1904. > > > >

Possibly this is what you seek? http://geonames.usgs.gov/pls/gnis/web_query.gnis_web_query_form query: spain (allow variants) Feature Name St County Equivalent Name Type Lat Long USGS 7.5' Map <http://geonames.usgs.gov/pls/gnis/web_query.GetDetail?tab=Y&id=127158>Spain Hollow AL Lauderdale valley 345645N 0875816W Wright -Collier Smith At 04:00 AM 11/13/2004 -0700, you wrote: >ALLAUDER-D Digest Volume 04 : Issue 70 > >Today's Topics: > #1 Census District ["Jim Parrish" > <jimncarol@charter.n] > >Administrivia: > > >______________________________X-Message: #1 >Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2004 16:38:15 -0600 >From: "Jim Parrish" <jimncarol@charter.net> >To: ALLAUDER-L@rootsweb.com >Message-ID: <003801c4c908$4cc9c730$4db57044@yourze8cxvr8tt> >Subject: Census District >Content-Type: text/plain; > charset="iso-8859-1" > >Can anyone tell me where the SPAIN'S District was or is located? > >My father was living there during the 1910 U.S. Census. > >Jim

Can anyone tell me where the SPAIN'S District was or is located? My father was living there during the 1910 U.S. Census. Jim