Thank you Karen for taking the time to transcibe that letter. It was a really neat read. Also, thank you for all the work you have done on the McCan's. It is really humbling to read about My great great grandpa in the confederate army. (Jim McCan) Thank you Janet for putting your time and effort into the site also. If I have let thanks out to anyone who has done research or has contributed to the site Thank you also. Your Cuz, Brandy Marie McCann Crafton --- CHenry8604@aol.com wrote: > Hello All, > I just wanted to let everyone know I finished > putting the pictures on Gerry > Dickens Barrett/Doughty page. (sorry it took so long > my pc has been acting up) > > Also Karen Hett has shared the letter written by > Hettie McCan Hale, daughter > of Amanda Barrett McCann, with us all. In the letter > she describes her > mother's death and the kind of person her mother > was..it is a very touching letter. > Karen has included scans of the original letter as > well as a transcription and > description of who each person is that is mentioned > in the letter. Also > included on the page is a beautiful picture of > Hettie and her parents. Karen has > done a wonderful job on this webpage. I am very > proud of her. > > You can get to these new pages by going to : > www.reubenbarrett.com > > and then scrolling down to the researchers boxes and > clicking on their names. > > I have also put a link to Karens letter on Amanda > Barrett McCan's page > (daughter of John Whitten Barrett and Hulda Reding > Barrett, son of David Barrett > (for those of you not in the David line) I recommend > everyone reading the > letter as it is very heart touching..and besides I > like to brag on Karens webpages, > she has come a long way since she first started her > section. She is even > teaching me new things now! Gerry is next..I will > have her doing pages like a pro > before long..haha. > Hugs to all, > Janet > > > ==== BARRETT-REUBEN-SC Mailing List ==== > Barrett Surname DNA Project > http://www.flash.net/~parino/barrett-family-dna-project.htm > > ============================== > Gain access to over two billion names including the > new Immigration > Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click > to learn more. > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237 > ===== Go to my website and see how it can change your life!www.myadvopage.com/zcrafton

Hello All, I just wanted to let everyone know I finished putting the pictures on Gerry Dickens Barrett/Doughty page. (sorry it took so long my pc has been acting up) Also Karen Hett has shared the letter written by Hettie McCan Hale, daughter of Amanda Barrett McCann, with us all. In the letter she describes her mother's death and the kind of person her mother was..it is a very touching letter. Karen has included scans of the original letter as well as a transcription and description of who each person is that is mentioned in the letter. Also included on the page is a beautiful picture of Hettie and her parents. Karen has done a wonderful job on this webpage. I am very proud of her. You can get to these new pages by going to : www.reubenbarrett.com and then scrolling down to the researchers boxes and clicking on their names. I have also put a link to Karens letter on Amanda Barrett McCan's page (daughter of John Whitten Barrett and Hulda Reding Barrett, son of David Barrett (for those of you not in the David line) I recommend everyone reading the letter as it is very heart touching..and besides I like to brag on Karens webpages, she has come a long way since she first started her section. She is even teaching me new things now! Gerry is next..I will have her doing pages like a pro before long..haha. Hugs to all, Janet

Thanks so much for the description of the DAR dedication. I have forwarded on to my relatives so that even the non-genealogy-bent could share in the experience. Very well written! Jean Hattiesburg, MS On Tue, 1 Jun 2004 10:17:29 -0500 "Keith & Marilyn Dowdy" <k.dowdy@mchsi.com> writes: > "Track Suit And Rubber Shoes" OR "How Everything Went Wrong And > Turned Out > All Right." > > > > On Friday, the day before the dedication ceremony, the temperature > had risen > to the nineties and it was hot and humid when my family left our > cabin in > the middle of un-civilization, on a mission to locate the church to > see what > we'd need to do to get the reception hall ready. My dad had > forgotten a > necessary prescription, so we stopped at the first pharmacy we saw > to try to > arrange a call-in from his physician back home. It was a long wait > in the > parking lot while he and Keith, our family pharmacist, went inside > to take > care of business. I had forgotten to phone Charlie Porter, the > Veterans > Service Officer who was coordinating the military portion of the > ceremony, > to go over the program and work out any kinks. "Oh, no," I thought, > "he's > going to want to bail on me because I can't remember a little > courtesy of a > phone call." While we were waiting I thought I'd try it, and I did > connect > but we were both on cell phones so you can imagine how that was > going. He > said, "Ok, I'll meet you somewhere. Where are you right now?" I > replied > "Marietta" and he asked where. I told him the name of the > drugstore, and he > says, "I don't believe it, I'm heading your way right now. I'll be > there in > five minutes." He met us in the parking lot of Slater Drug Company > and we > reviewed our plans on the hood of the van. He was very apologetic > that he > couldn't arrange a rifle salute, but he had arranged for the ROTC > Color > Guard from Furman University and the National Chaplain for the SAR > was > planning to attend as well. He was as friendly and accommodating a > gentleman as I'd ever met, and before we parted he directed us to > Beechwood > Farms, where he declared we would find "the best strawberries in the > world." > Keith and company returned with the news that we'd have to locate > another > pharmacy, as that one couldn't help. Charlie directed us to another > store, > and when we took the wrong turn flagged us and led us there > himself. > > > > Later, when we arrived at the church, immediately we noticed the > Tyger > Baptist Church sign out front, with a message that read, "Welcome > Reuben > Barrett Descendants". I got out of the car and stood reading the > sign, > thinking about what it meant that this church family embraced us as > one of > their own without really knowing any of us. I turned my gaze toward > the > cemetery, my eyes searching out the stone with the brass emblem in > the > center, the one I'd waited so long to see. We hurried over to read > the > inscription, and to touch the stone which symbolized our kinship > with this > church and this land. Buried in the dirt, I found a remnant of a > miniature > flag, a tattered sentinel left a year earlier by descendants like > me, who > had come from near and far to connect with this monument, this > soldier, this > land that appeals to our yearning for home. > > > > We'd been in the cemetery only a few minutes when a gray utility > van > stopped, and a young man got out and walked toward us with a smile > and open > arms. I suspected, and he confirmed that he was Jake Darnell, > pastor of > Tyger Baptist Church. He said he'd been working down the road, but > had been > expecting us so he stopped work immediately when he saw us in the > cemetery > and came over to greet us. He pointed out some other interesting > graves in > the cemetery; he told us legends about the people and stories about > the > location of the earliest church building; and he pointed out the > large stone > on the rise above the cemetery that is reported to be the > cornerstone of the > original church. Jake opened the doors of the church for us > literally and > figuratively; welcomed us to use the facility in any way we wished, > and > offered to do whatever necessary for our dedication ceremony to be > the event > we envisioned. He guided our tour of the church, showing us the > lines of > additions and updates that have taken place over the years. He > shared with > us the oldest photo of the church which hangs in his office, and > gave us > copies of the church history that was printed for the 175th > Anniversary > Homecoming Celebration. > > > > We made the Beechwood Farms detour when we left the church and it > was one of > the highlights of the trip. We went wild and bought vegetables and > jam, as > well as two gallons of strawberries. One gallon we reserved for > the > dedication refreshments, the other we sliced to serve over angel > food cake > and ice cream back at the cabin. We balanced it out with a stir-fry > supper, > to fight off the guilt of something that tasted so good! > > > > Later that day I spoke on the phone with Susan Darnell (one of those > rare > times when we were actually able to get cellular service) and she > asked me > how we wanted to set up in the church. We had a discussion about > tablecloths and flower arrangements, and agreed to talk again later > that > evening. Of course, I forgot that when we returned to our cabin > near Table > Rock, we would again be in a cellular black hole. Wouldn't you know > the > adorable cabin I rented was truly a retreat from civilization, one > without a > telephone? My sister and I planned some emergency provisions for > dressing up > the fellowship hall, and off I went with Keith in tow, looking for > the Sam's > Wholesale Club for refreshments and table covers. I don't know why, > but the > late hour didn't phase me and I just assumed if I was awake then the > Sam's > Club must be open. Well, duh. At 10:30 pm on a weeknight? There > was a > WalMart open nearby, and this Wally-wise shopper found a enough of > the items > on my list to get by. A stop by Ingles' on our way back to > un-civilization, > and we had everything we needed. > > > > A few hours and a little sleep later, it was time to leave for the > church. > The refreshments (except the frozen lemonade-it would be added last > minute) > went into the cooler and were loaded in the van; the printed > programs and > the trumpet were laid on the back seat, we slipped our "dress" > clothes into > a garment bag to change into once we'd finished the setup and > decorations, > and we were off. > > > > I recognized Jim immediately when we arrived at the church, and he > and Jan > helped us unload the van. As we walked into the fellowship hall, we > couldn' > t believe our eyes. The tables were laid with white cloths, and > topped with > lovely flower and candle centerpieces, the buffet table sported a > gorgeous > centerpiece, and the chairs had been set up at the cemetery. Just as > we had > discussed. Jake and Susan took care of it all. Once we recovered > from the > shock, we set about preparing the refreshments so they'd be ready > when we > returned from the cemetery. Sister started preparing the > strawberries. > Mama started her melon balls. Hallie and Larry had arrived by then, > and > they, Jim and Jan stepped in and lent a hand where they could. I > started > preparing the olive spread for the ham roll-ups. Now where were the > nuts? > "Sis, did you pack the nuts? No? Okay, no problem, we'll send > someone on an > emergency run." Ok, I thought, I'll go ahead and mix up the > lemonade. > Checked the cooler, checked the freezer. "Did we pack the frozen > lemonade?" > ? Okay add that to the emergency list. Jan snagged Jim and they set > out > to find a grocery store while we finished up. Okay, the Color > Guard > arrived. Better get everyone changed. "Keith, did you bring in the > hanging > bag?" "No? It must be still in the van. Bring it in, ok?" > "Uh-Oh." "What > uh-oh? What do you MEAN there's NO HANGING BAG IN THE VAN????? I > am > wearing a track suit and my rubber sandals! You have to go get the > clothing > bag." Sadly, it was too late. There wasn't time to drive back to > un-civilization for the clothes. I had to face my sister and my > mother and > tell them we'd forgotten their clothes, that we'd all have to go as > we were, > speaking part or not. The Chaplain of the National SAR and the > representatives of the South Carolina DAR had arrived. Dressed to > the nines, > no less, and asking for me. No time for regrets now. I slapped on > some > mascara and lipstick. I made one mumbled apology for the state of > my dress, > and forged ahead. (Thank God for anti-depressants. And > anti-anxiety-ants.) > I sucked in my breath and straightened my spine and decided if Pvt. > Reuben > Barrett could face the British Army for me, I could face 30 friendly > people > in my track suit and rubber shoes for him. > > > > The actual ceremony was moving, patriotic, and spiritual. The > precise > cadence of the Color Guard bearing our flag, the pealing trumpet > rendition > of the National Anthem, the prayer, the words said in praise and > honor of > our ancestor, the wreaths laid at the tomb as a memorial to the man > who > walked away from his family in order to provide a legacy of freedom > to those > who came after, and the final, lonely wail of taps--there was a > presence > with us that balmy afternoon as the sun slid behind a thunderhead > and a > light breeze gently dried the dampness of the day from our skin. > There was > a poignant pause as we rose to make our way back to the cool, > refreshing, > air conditioned hall, when the descendants, at least, took a long > look > around as if acknowledging the presence of paternal pride. Not one > thing > could have taken from us that familial feeling, and the certainty of > honor > affixed at last to that grave where our personal patriot lay. > > > > We enjoyed some fairly fabulous lemonade and some nibbling tidbits, > thanks > to Jim and Jan, who saved the day, and enjoyed the company of newly > discovered family and friends. Larry expertly rounded up the > relatives for > an assortment of group pictures, & captured some of it on video as > well. > Rev. Jake and Susan Darnell and the members of Tyger Baptist church > embraced > our family in fellowship as if they'd known us all our lives, as > they did > for those of you who were there last year. > > > > After the crowd thinned we went looking for the broom closet and > under the > stairs we discovered a tree stump embedded in a dirt wall that was > left > exposed when the basement addition was built. How long since it had > been a > growing tree? How many times had our ancestors walked across that > very > mound, leaving the footprints we would follow to discover their > history? How > I wanted a handful of that ancient earth! I let it lie. Not one > grain could > have made that day a better memory. > > > > P.S. I want to thank all the BARRETT family members who helped make > this day > possible. I feel very grateful to have been able to represent you > at this > monumental event. > > > > Love, Marilyn Dowdy > > > ==== BARRETT-REUBEN-SC Mailing List ==== > Please tell your Barrett Relatives online about our list....we would > all love to meet more cousins!!! > > ============================== > Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration > Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237 > > >

I had tears come to my eyes during the dedication. Tears of joy, of pride, of love. Marilyn's message made them return. The strawberries were wonderful. Marilyn gave us TOO many, which we shared with Hallie and Larry. We ate ours with pound cake and Dreamwhip. I know where the pounds went. I picked up two weeks of mail this afternoon. Included was the bill for attaching the DAR marker to the stone marker.. I'll mail the check in the morning. Yes, we had enough money to cover ALL expenses with a little left over. I'll include that in the check I'm sending to the church. Jake and Susan Darnell and the Tyger Baptist Church have shown this Barrett Family more love than I would have thought possible. If you missed the two dedication services at the church, you missed a true blessing and outpouring of Christian love. Thanks to all of you for your help and support. Jim Barrett Bedford, TX

"Track Suit And Rubber Shoes" OR "How Everything Went Wrong And Turned Out All Right." On Friday, the day before the dedication ceremony, the temperature had risen to the nineties and it was hot and humid when my family left our cabin in the middle of un-civilization, on a mission to locate the church to see what we'd need to do to get the reception hall ready. My dad had forgotten a necessary prescription, so we stopped at the first pharmacy we saw to try to arrange a call-in from his physician back home. It was a long wait in the parking lot while he and Keith, our family pharmacist, went inside to take care of business. I had forgotten to phone Charlie Porter, the Veterans Service Officer who was coordinating the military portion of the ceremony, to go over the program and work out any kinks. "Oh, no," I thought, "he's going to want to bail on me because I can't remember a little courtesy of a phone call." While we were waiting I thought I'd try it, and I did connect but we were both on cell phones so you can imagine how that was going. He said, "Ok, I'll meet you somewhere. Where are you right now?" I replied "Marietta" and he asked where. I told him the name of the drugstore, and he says, "I don't believe it, I'm heading your way right now. I'll be there in five minutes." He met us in the parking lot of Slater Drug Company and we reviewed our plans on the hood of the van. He was very apologetic that he couldn't arrange a rifle salute, but he had arranged for the ROTC Color Guard from Furman University and the National Chaplain for the SAR was planning to attend as well. He was as friendly and accommodating a gentleman as I'd ever met, and before we parted he directed us to Beechwood Farms, where he declared we would find "the best strawberries in the world." Keith and company returned with the news that we'd have to locate another pharmacy, as that one couldn't help. Charlie directed us to another store, and when we took the wrong turn flagged us and led us there himself. Later, when we arrived at the church, immediately we noticed the Tyger Baptist Church sign out front, with a message that read, "Welcome Reuben Barrett Descendants". I got out of the car and stood reading the sign, thinking about what it meant that this church family embraced us as one of their own without really knowing any of us. I turned my gaze toward the cemetery, my eyes searching out the stone with the brass emblem in the center, the one I'd waited so long to see. We hurried over to read the inscription, and to touch the stone which symbolized our kinship with this church and this land. Buried in the dirt, I found a remnant of a miniature flag, a tattered sentinel left a year earlier by descendants like me, who had come from near and far to connect with this monument, this soldier, this land that appeals to our yearning for home. We'd been in the cemetery only a few minutes when a gray utility van stopped, and a young man got out and walked toward us with a smile and open arms. I suspected, and he confirmed that he was Jake Darnell, pastor of Tyger Baptist Church. He said he'd been working down the road, but had been expecting us so he stopped work immediately when he saw us in the cemetery and came over to greet us. He pointed out some other interesting graves in the cemetery; he told us legends about the people and stories about the location of the earliest church building; and he pointed out the large stone on the rise above the cemetery that is reported to be the cornerstone of the original church. Jake opened the doors of the church for us literally and figuratively; welcomed us to use the facility in any way we wished, and offered to do whatever necessary for our dedication ceremony to be the event we envisioned. He guided our tour of the church, showing us the lines of additions and updates that have taken place over the years. He shared with us the oldest photo of the church which hangs in his office, and gave us copies of the church history that was printed for the 175th Anniversary Homecoming Celebration. We made the Beechwood Farms detour when we left the church and it was one of the highlights of the trip. We went wild and bought vegetables and jam, as well as two gallons of strawberries. One gallon we reserved for the dedication refreshments, the other we sliced to serve over angel food cake and ice cream back at the cabin. We balanced it out with a stir-fry supper, to fight off the guilt of something that tasted so good! Later that day I spoke on the phone with Susan Darnell (one of those rare times when we were actually able to get cellular service) and she asked me how we wanted to set up in the church. We had a discussion about tablecloths and flower arrangements, and agreed to talk again later that evening. Of course, I forgot that when we returned to our cabin near Table Rock, we would again be in a cellular black hole. Wouldn't you know the adorable cabin I rented was truly a retreat from civilization, one without a telephone? My sister and I planned some emergency provisions for dressing up the fellowship hall, and off I went with Keith in tow, looking for the Sam's Wholesale Club for refreshments and table covers. I don't know why, but the late hour didn't phase me and I just assumed if I was awake then the Sam's Club must be open. Well, duh. At 10:30 pm on a weeknight? There was a WalMart open nearby, and this Wally-wise shopper found a enough of the items on my list to get by. A stop by Ingles' on our way back to un-civilization, and we had everything we needed. A few hours and a little sleep later, it was time to leave for the church. The refreshments (except the frozen lemonade-it would be added last minute) went into the cooler and were loaded in the van; the printed programs and the trumpet were laid on the back seat, we slipped our "dress" clothes into a garment bag to change into once we'd finished the setup and decorations, and we were off. I recognized Jim immediately when we arrived at the church, and he and Jan helped us unload the van. As we walked into the fellowship hall, we couldn' t believe our eyes. The tables were laid with white cloths, and topped with lovely flower and candle centerpieces, the buffet table sported a gorgeous centerpiece, and the chairs had been set up at the cemetery. Just as we had discussed. Jake and Susan took care of it all. Once we recovered from the shock, we set about preparing the refreshments so they'd be ready when we returned from the cemetery. Sister started preparing the strawberries. Mama started her melon balls. Hallie and Larry had arrived by then, and they, Jim and Jan stepped in and lent a hand where they could. I started preparing the olive spread for the ham roll-ups. Now where were the nuts? "Sis, did you pack the nuts? No? Okay, no problem, we'll send someone on an emergency run." Ok, I thought, I'll go ahead and mix up the lemonade. Checked the cooler, checked the freezer. "Did we pack the frozen lemonade?" No? Okay add that to the emergency list. Jan snagged Jim and they set out to find a grocery store while we finished up. Okay, the Color Guard arrived. Better get everyone changed. "Keith, did you bring in the hanging bag?" "No? It must be still in the van. Bring it in, ok?" "Uh-Oh." "What uh-oh? What do you MEAN there's NO HANGING BAG IN THE VAN????? I am wearing a track suit and my rubber sandals! You have to go get the clothing bag." Sadly, it was too late. There wasn't time to drive back to un-civilization for the clothes. I had to face my sister and my mother and tell them we'd forgotten their clothes, that we'd all have to go as we were, speaking part or not. The Chaplain of the National SAR and the representatives of the South Carolina DAR had arrived. Dressed to the nines, no less, and asking for me. No time for regrets now. I slapped on some mascara and lipstick. I made one mumbled apology for the state of my dress, and forged ahead. (Thank God for anti-depressants. And anti-anxiety-ants.) I sucked in my breath and straightened my spine and decided if Pvt. Reuben Barrett could face the British Army for me, I could face 30 friendly people in my track suit and rubber shoes for him. The actual ceremony was moving, patriotic, and spiritual. The precise cadence of the Color Guard bearing our flag, the pealing trumpet rendition of the National Anthem, the prayer, the words said in praise and honor of our ancestor, the wreaths laid at the tomb as a memorial to the man who walked away from his family in order to provide a legacy of freedom to those who came after, and the final, lonely wail of taps--there was a presence with us that balmy afternoon as the sun slid behind a thunderhead and a light breeze gently dried the dampness of the day from our skin. There was a poignant pause as we rose to make our way back to the cool, refreshing, air conditioned hall, when the descendants, at least, took a long look around as if acknowledging the presence of paternal pride. Not one thing could have taken from us that familial feeling, and the certainty of honor affixed at last to that grave where our personal patriot lay. We enjoyed some fairly fabulous lemonade and some nibbling tidbits, thanks to Jim and Jan, who saved the day, and enjoyed the company of newly discovered family and friends. Larry expertly rounded up the relatives for an assortment of group pictures, & captured some of it on video as well. Rev. Jake and Susan Darnell and the members of Tyger Baptist church embraced our family in fellowship as if they'd known us all our lives, as they did for those of you who were there last year. After the crowd thinned we went looking for the broom closet and under the stairs we discovered a tree stump embedded in a dirt wall that was left exposed when the basement addition was built. How long since it had been a growing tree? How many times had our ancestors walked across that very mound, leaving the footprints we would follow to discover their history? How I wanted a handful of that ancient earth! I let it lie. Not one grain could have made that day a better memory. P.S. I want to thank all the BARRETT family members who helped make this day possible. I feel very grateful to have been able to represent you at this monumental event. Love, Marilyn Dowdy

Dear Barrett Kin, The DAR dedication of the marker on our grandparents, Reuben and Hannah Barrett, grave was very touching. It was done with respect and honor. Those attending were proud to have been a part. Those of you who were unable to attend for whatever reason would have been proud too. As you cross the road from the church, the marker is easily seen and it seems to say, "Here I am. You can find me now." On this day, Memorial Day, our thanks to our Reuben and Hannah for our freedoms that we so much enjoy. And thanks to each of you for whatever part you did, great or small, for helping provide the marker for our wonderful ancestors. Love, Hallie Johnson

The pictures certainly made me proud to be part of such a caring family. Thank you,all for the wonderful and awesome work that you did to make this such an outstanding piece of our Ancestral History. Mary Barrett Patchett > -----Original Message----- > From: Hallie Johnson [mailto:halliej@myexcel.com] > Sent: Monday, May 31, 2004 7:40 PM > To: BARRETT-REUBEN-SC-L@rootsweb.com > Subject: [Barrett-Reuben-SC] Reuben and Hannah Marker > > > Dear Barrett Kin, > The DAR dedication of the marker on our grandparents, Reuben and Hannah > Barrett, grave was very touching. It was done with respect and honor. > Those attending were proud to have been a part. Those of you who were > unable to attend for whatever reason would have been proud too. As you > cross the road from the church, the marker is easily seen and it seems to > say, "Here I am. You can find me now." > > On this day, Memorial Day, our thanks to our Reuben and Hannah for our > freedoms that we so much enjoy. And thanks to each of you for > whatever part > you did, great or small, for helping provide the marker for our wonderful > ancestors. > > Love, > Hallie Johnson > > > > ==== BARRETT-REUBEN-SC Mailing List ==== > If you wish to unsubscribe from this list, > send only the word UNSUBSCRIBE to > TXMADISO-L-REQUEST@ROOTSWEB.COM or > TXMADISO-D-REQUEST@ROOTSWEB.COM > if you are on the Digest list. > > ============================== > Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration > Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237 > >

Since RootsWeb doesn't like HTML code in e-mail try to build the link to the pictures from the following two lines. Sorry for the problems. f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/parino@flash.net/album?. tok=phaZTMBBCp.AqYEw&.dir=/739b&.src=ph Jim Barrett Bedford, TX

Jan and I have finally returned home. As promised, I have added some additional pictures from the dedication to the link below. If the link is broken into multiple pieces be sure to copy and paste. http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/parino@flash.net/album?.tok=phaZTMBBCp. AqYEw <http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/parino@flash.net/album?.tok=phaZTMBBCp .AqYEw&.dir=/739b&.src=ph> &.dir=/739b&.src=ph Please note the decorations in the Fellowship Hall. Susan and Jake Darnell, the church Pastor and his wife did this for us. The Fellowship Hall was open when Jan and I arrived at about 12:30, for the 2:00 dedication. The air conditioner was on and we were told to make use of the hall as long as we wanted to. I have never seen a Church do so much for a group that didn't have even one member in the church family. If you want to thank them here is their address: TYGER BAPTIST CHURCH, 864-895-4095 2764 HIGHWAY 414, TAYLORS SC 29687. I'm sorry all of you couldn't attend. We had a lot of fun, a nice visit, and a very moving dedication. The speeches were nice, but to hear Keith Dowdy play "The Star Spangled Banner" and "Taps" topped the list. Thanks Keith. Jim Barrett Bedford, TX

Hello All, I just wanted to pass this on for Jim Alexander....Good luck, Billie I wish we had more people like you in our corner. It is just amazing how this wonderful lady was laying in a hospital unable to even move or talk just a little more than a year ago, she attended our reunion in South Carolina in a wheelchair and now here she is running in the Congerssional district. Wow! Do we Barrett's have good strong genes or what???? Hugs, Janet Here is Jim's note; Just wanted to let you know that we leave for San Antonio next week for the Republican State convention. Also, Mom is running for Republican National Delegate. That convention will be held in New York. Please let all of the Barrett family know that she is running in the Congressional District Eight.  If they know anyone attending the state convention from District Eight, please ask them to vote for Billie Gray.

1. What time is it? 1236 2. Name as it appears on birth certificate: Lionel Odell Barrett 3. Nicknames: N/A 4. Number of candles on your last birthday cake? 43 5. Pets: 2 dogs, WHWT, Hamish Macbeth and Isobel Macbeth 6. Hair color: Brown 7. Piercing: Ears once 8. Eye color: Green 8a. Birhplace? New Orleans, Louisiana 9. Hometown: Chicago, Illinois 10.Town you live in: Chicago, Illinois 11. Favorite foods: Mexican and Mediterranean 12. Ever been to Africa: No 13. Been toilet papering: No 14. Love someone so much it made you cry? yes 15. Been in a car accident? Yes 15a. Run out of gas? no 15b. Run out of gas more than once? no 16. Croutons or bacon bits? both 17. Favorite day of the week? Last work day. 18. Favorite restaurant? Capital Grill 19. Favorite flower? Scottish Thistle 20. Favorite sport to watch? Australian Rules Football 21. Favorite drinks? Guinness, Glenfiddich 22. Favorite ice cream flavor? Haagen Daas Dulce de Leche 23. Disney or Warner Bros? Warner 24. Favorite fast food restaurant? Gyros 25. What color is your bedroom carpet? Beige 26. How many times did you fail your driver's test? None 27. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? Some Spammer 28. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Marshall Fields 29. What do you do most often when you are bored? Internet 30. Most annoying thing people say to me? Is this your Friday? 32. Who will respond to this email the quickest? No clue 33. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond? 34. Favorite TV shows? CSI and Cold Case 35. Last person you went out to dinner with? Luz Barrett 36. Ford or Chevy? Dodge 37. What are you listening to right now? Mostly silence, (day off) 39. Favorite historical figure? Benedict Arnold 40. Favorite state? California 41. Book you're reading now? The Wood Beyond, A Dalziel 7 Pascoe Mystery; by Reginald Hill 42. Favorite way to spend a Thursday evening? Sleeping 43. Your mentor? N/A 44. Morning person or night person? night 45. What's your dream job? Being the King 46. File Cabinet or Boxes? both 47. Time you finished this email? 1247

Below is a link to two pictures from the cemetery. I'll be on dial-up until I get back home so you'll have to wait for additional pictures. http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/parino@flash.net/album?.tok=phDnVIBB_yXSqYEw&.dir=/739b&.src=ph

Gerald and Jo, I am so glad that it went well. I hope you took lots of pictures for all of us who couldn't be there. Hugs, Janet

We're just back from the dedication and I'm sorry all of you could not be there. It was a very moving time while remembering all Reuben and other did for all of us; as our present day soldiers are doing. Now I know why I love genealogy so much! I don't really know who all had a hand in bringing this about, but many thanks from Gerald and myself to each one who had a part. The day was great; a bit warm, but the sun went in part of the time. There was a Color Guard from Furman, members of the local chapter of DAR and a SAR representative. The plaque looks "at home" on the front of the stone and the program was just the right length. We all later went into the church Fellowship Hall for refreshments and I don't think I've ever tasted any better lemonade! My husband was astonished at the resemblance of some attendee to his own siblings and was on the phone to his sister immediately upon our return telling her about it all! What a wonderful tribute from descendants almost 200 years later! GOD IS GOOD! Gerald and Jo Barrett

I agree with Jo, I wish more of you could have shared the dedication service with and the experience of sharing with Susan and Jake. Tiger Baptist out did themselves again. This old man is tired so you'll have to wait for additional detail. After the dedication Jan and I met with Hollie and Larry (who are in the same motel we are in) and Marilyn and her family for diner. After diner Hallie and Larry came to our room and we continued to visit and looked at Mason Co., TX cemetery pictures that they took for me in April. The clock just struck MIDNIGHT and I'm turning into a pumpkin! I couldn't tell you the last time I was up this late. More later. But first, I must said that Marilyn dad a wonderful job of putting together the program. Jim Jocelyn Barrett <tbarrett3@triad.rr.com> wrote: We're just back from the dedication and I'm sorry all of you could not be there. It was a very moving time while remembering all Reuben and other did for all of us; as our present day soldiers are doing. Now I know why I love genealogy so much! I don't really know who all had a hand in bringing this about, but many thanks from Gerald and myself to each one who had a part. The day was great; a bit warm, but the sun went in part of the time. There was a Color Guard from Furman, members of the local chapter of DAR and a SAR representative. The plaque looks "at home" on the front of the stone and the program was just the right length. We all later went into the church Fellowship Hall for refreshments and I don't think I've ever tasted any better lemonade! My husband was astonished at the resemblance of some attendee to his own siblings and was on the phone to his sister immediately upon our return telling her about it all! What a wonderful tribute from descendants almost 200 years later! GOD IS GOOD! Gerald and Jo Barrett ==== BARRETT-REUBEN-SC Mailing List ==== Please tell your Barrett Relatives online about our list....we would all love to meet more cousins!!! ============================== Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237

In a message dated 5/16/2004 1:34:13 PM Central Daylight Time, CHenry8604@aol.com writes: Go to "Researchers Box" and click on her name, that will take you to her page, click on "Joseph Barrett and the Doughty's" box. Thank you, Janet. I am so pleased with what you have done. You have done a tremendous job putting these documents on your website. Although each document was in some way connected with Joseph Barrett there are references to William, Reuben and Arthur as well as several Doughtys. Hugs back, Gerry

Hello All, I have some exciting news! Gerry Dickens has been kind enough to share ALL of her Barrett/ Doughty research with all of us. I have been working on it a couple of weeks and it is almost done. I still need to link a few pictures to the page which I will try to get done tonight. She has shared all of her documents and transcriptions, and it is a wonderful page!! I have made the print large so it will be easy for everyone to read. You can access it by going to: www.reubenbarrett.com Go to "Researchers Box" and click on her name, that will take you to her page, click on "Joseph Barrett and the Doughty's" box. I want to encourage others who would like to share their research with others to submit it to our website, it may take me awhile but I eventually get it all on there. In the meantime...thank you so much Gerry and hopefully your data will bring others closer to us finding proof of Hannah's maiden name. Your a sweetheart!!! Hugs, Janet

Deborah, Thank you I have forwarded your e-mail to David and told him you were the one who found the information. Janet

Marilyn, Could be the list is through rootsweb and the forum is thru Bravenet. I will check into opening a forum in rootsweb. Thanks, Hugs, Janet

I found this looking for Kelly's for my sister in law. This may help this person find information, oddly I have found information thru the Galveston Daily News that I would never have thought. It surprises me to have lived in Galveston thirty nine years and then leave the area to find it played such a large part of history as being a port. Of course this doesn't mean they stayed there any length of time but is may have some importance. Have a good day Deb Ancestral Endeavor by Michael A. Burlison mburlison1@cox.net Dempsey Edward (Ned) Barrett Birth: 7 Sep 1835 in Charleston, South Carolina Death: 24 Nov 1929 in Austin, Travis Co., Texas Sex: M Father: Mother: Occupation: Farmer Military Service: Palmetto Battalion Light Artillery, Ft. Sumter (C.S.A.) Spouses & Children Huldah Agnes Kelly (Wife) b. 17 Dec in 1839 Marriage: BEF 1861 in Charleston, South Carolina Children: Dudley E. Barrett b. 26 Feb 1860 James B. Barrett b. 7 May 1861 Emma E. Barrett b. 20 Oct 1862 Rosie Lee Barrett b. 4 Mar 1866 in Charleston District, South Carolina John William Barrett b. 14 Jan 1868 Mittie Barrett b. 16 Aug 1870 Notes Individual: Dempsey Barrett: Although called "Capt. Ned", he was a private in the Confederate States Army for the duration of the war. He served at Ft. Sumter, after the South had captured it. His unit was the Palmetto Battalion Light Artillery. He and family moved from Charleston to Holland, Texas (via Galveston - boat). After farming for some time in Holland, they homesteaded (48 acres) in Val Verde, Texas. "Captain" Ned moved to the Old Confederate Home for Soldiers, Austin, Travis Co., Texas in 1926. He had 1st spent a week w/ Mrs. Hattie Lamb Henington, (his Granddaughter). ----- Original Message ----- From: <CHenry8604@aol.com> To: <BARRETT-REUBEN-SC-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, May 13, 2004 10:47 PM Subject: [Barrett-Reuben-SC] Dempsey Edward Barrett > This person posted this to our Reuben Barrett Forum. This name looks familiar > does it to anyone else? > Hugs, > Janet > > > Subject: Dempsey Edward "Ned" Barrett > Name: David Weigand > Date Posted: Apr 19, 04 - 8:50 AM > IP Address: 216.30.145.254 > Email: david_weigand@yahoo.com > > Ancestor Barrett Line Dempsey Edward "Ned" Barrett > Message: I'm looking for the parents of Dempsey Edward "Ned" Barrett, > b. 1830's (I think 1831). Married Huldah Kelly. Lived in Plowdens Mill, > Clarendon, SC in 1860. Moved with family to Texas around 1872. Any help would be > appreciated. Thanks. > > > > > > > ==== BARRETT-REUBEN-SC Mailing List ==== > Please tell your Barrett Relatives online about our list....we would all love to meet more cousins!!! > > ============================== > Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration > Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237 >