Not sure where I am supposed to go to post a query? Help? Thanks,,,,Joyce Rogers

Just received a certificate of death for Frances Fuller nee McMurry.Place of birth ALA no facts for husband or mother. Date of death Nov 10,1929 age 70 father Ernie McMurry.Co of death Okmulgee OK Place of Buriel Bald Hill Cemetery.I was looking for Fannie Mae Fuller. If some one can use I will send by snail mail.Let me know Barbara Case ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

Merry christmas and a happy new years to all my new found family on line and all my friends may the new year bring you all peace joy and happiness along with good health for the coming new year and a special prayer for all who are not feeling well this holiday season, your in our thoughts and will be their through the new year , May god bless you and keep you safe I hope every one is safe and warm this holiday season all our love from our home to yours marie, heather & michelle

Does anyone know in which cemetaries the Fullers are buried in these Connecticut towns in the 1700s and early 1800s? Are there readable headstones? Dave Welcker

Dear friends, After getting an informative reply from "Ken" (on the NYFL-L list) and doing a bit of research, it looks to me as if what list subscribers are suffering from is a worm called: W32.NewApt.Worm You can find out about his worm, and how to protect or cure your system by going to the Symantec AntiVirus Research Center's page on this worm at: http://www.symantec.com/avcenter/venc/data/worm.newapt.html It will tell you about the worm and what to do if your system has contracted it. Norton Antivirus users can download the definition for this virus from that page. I'm sure that other anti-virus software publishers also have cures and/or definitions for this worm; just go the the site for your anti-virus software (you DO have anti-virus software, DON'T you??) Regards, and Best Holiday Wishes to ALL - Peace on Earth - Goodwill to Humankind!! Byron C. Bray [email protected]

Dear friends, To my surprise, I received an e-mail letter, yesterday afternoon, which was in response to an alert I sent to a Rootsweb mail list last spring. This letter obviously came from someone who had read the posting, probably in the mail list archive, (it may not have been a subscriber - it may have been a hacker). It contained some derogatory comments directed at some other (unnamed) list subscriber and an e-mail attachment (an ".exe" file) which the e-mail encouraged me to open. I did what any intelligent user would do in this situation - I DELETED IT!!! Though this letter was obviously sent to me by someone else, it's return address was my address. This supports the idea that it was a hacker or spammer. But since the e-mail came with the subject of a Rootseb mail list, it raises the idea that perhaps someone has gained access to the Rootsweb list archives and is using them to send prank letters to list subscribers. Then, this morning, I got another one, supposedly from a member on another list. The text of the email was exactly the same and, like the first one, it contained an ".exe" file that I was encouraged to open. The Rootsweb network routinely filters out all attachments specifically to prevent this sort of thing, but it seems that someone is using e-mail addresses that appear on the list to send prank mail to. There are already enough virus-scares out there and I'm not trying to start another one. I just want to remind you of a very basic rule of computer common sense - IF YOU GET AN ATTACHMENT AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS OR WHO SENT IT TO YOU, DELETE IT!! AND IF YOU KNOW THE PERSON WHO SUPPOSEDLY SENT IT TO YOU, E-MAIL THEM AND DOUBLE-CHECK!!! Just a word to the wise. Regards, and Best Holiday Wishes to ALL - Peace on Earth - Goodwill to Humankind!! Byron Bray [email protected] Proud Rootsweb Donor Vice-President, Linn Genealogical Society Linn County, Oregon LGS website: www.rootsweb.com/~orlinngs/ ICQ number: 8223914 AIM handle: Byroji Listowner: BOVEE-L list ([email protected]) COVERT-L list ([email protected]) Researching: BOVEE, BOICE, BRAY, CARD, FLAGLER, FULLER, GRANT, HASKINS, SIMPSON, VAN AUKEN, WALKER

dear Tammy: In 1997 I received an e-mail from you in which you wrote you were a descendant of Robert Fuller b1639 in Mass. and also of Elijah Fuller of Green County Georgia. Would you contact as these are in my line. I didnt answer then because of illness. cheers Frank

Hi all< Still tied up on James Polk Fuller b June 18 1872 Carlton TX d March 8 1961 Sardis OK.Haven't been able to find census on him can any one help?I need hsi parents and or siblings.Thanks Barbara Case Uhlenkott ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

Anyone heard of a Myrtle Fuller from Jackson Co. Ia? Was married to James Amos Rorah, and died about 1958? -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Date: Thursday, December 16, 1999 3:50 PM Subject: Re: Fuller families >In a message dated 12/16/99 8:50:07 AM Pacific Standard Time, >[email protected] writes: > ><< is anyone out there a grand or great-grand child of Horrace > Greeley Fuller, Fred Fuller, Jessie Fuller or Florence Fuller (children > of Morrel Fuller & Frances A. Ware)? > >> >Now, that depends. Do you have a Lydia Ann FULLER born 1812 in PA or KY who >married John HUTCHINSON? They were my ggg-grandparents. >Kathryne

Has anyone heard of a Myrtle Fuller from Jackson Co. Iowa? She was married to James Amos Rorah, and died about 1958? -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Date: Monday, December 20, 1999 6:22 AM Subject: Mary/Polly FULLER - 1786 VT-1883 PA >Mary (AKA Polly) Fuller was b. in VT; m. Seth Gates 06 Feb 1811 in >Whittingham, Windham, VT; and d. 30 May 1883 ae 97. Their remains are marked >by a lone stone at Hoyts Corner, Springfield Twp, Bradford County, PA. > >The following is noted: "The Gates boys are also prosperous farmers. Their >father, Seth Gates, settled in Springfield in 1813 on the place of [his son] >Horatio Gates. He raised a family of thirteen children, and died [Nov. 10, >1864] at the age of eighty-two years. Mrs. Gates lived to the advanced age of >ninety-seven years. Mrs. Gates’ mother also lived to be ninety-seven years >old. Her grandfather lived to the advanced age of one hundred and fifteen >years. He taught school at the age of ninety. Seth Gates was an own cousin to >General Horatio Gates." >Source: Bradford Reporter, Towanda, Penna., April 3, 1884 > >Any clue as to the parents of Mary/Polly Fuller would be much appreciated. > >Gerry Hammond >North Easton, MA >[email protected]

From another list Sent: Monday, December 20, 1999 8:25 AM Subject: Re: [VT-L] James FULLER m. Ann GOODWIN - res. Glover <1847 > Cindy, > In Hemenway's index I do find a James M Fuller of Newfane, Vermont which is > in Windham county. It's listed in Vol. 5 which I do not have. Sorry!1 > Other Fuller's listed in Newfane are: > C. D. Fuller > Ephriam Fuller > > Polly > [email protected] > > > > > > > Cordelia Narzette FULLER b. 1847 Glover was the daughter or James FULLER > b. > > 1814 VT and Ann GOODWIN b. 1813 VT. Looking for origins of James and Ann > > and any other information about their family. They had at least one other > > child, Eliot, b. abt 1841. > > > > Cindy Walcott > > Grand Isle, VT > > > > > > > > > > ==== VERMONT Mailing List ==== > VERMONT-L Home Page: > http://www.geocities.com/heartland/prairie/9803/us/vt >

THOUGHT THIS WAS INTERESTING & THAT SOMEONE MIGHT BENEFIT BY THIS INFORMATION > >1. Jefse TURNER was born in 1803 in , , Vermont.1 1850 Federal Census (Oct. > >4, 1850), Rochester, Windsor, Vermont, LDS Film No. 444929 - Page No 30; > >Dwelling No. 230; Family No. 249. > > Turner, Jefse; age 47; occupation: Farmer; Birthplace: VT. List given name > >of wife & 6 children. > Hi, Paul and Mary: > > I have no connection with the TURNER family that I know of, but your message contains something that may cause (or may *have* caused) confusion. You transcribe the name "Jefse". I would be willing to bet a significant sum that the actual name is "Jesse". The reason is a change in orthography (methods of handwriting or printing) that very frequently puzzles and confuses 20th Century researchers. > > There are many circumstances prior to about 1850, and later in handwriting by an older person, where a lowercase "s" was written or printed in a style that looks, to us today, to be a lowercase "f". Like today's lowercase "l", and "1", the difference is not great. Depending on your computer setup, you may not even be able to see the difference between a lowercase "L" and the numeral one. If one is not familiar with the style, the error is easy and very common TO US TODAY. Be assured that to the people of the times, there was no confusion. What makes matters worse is that there were "rules" about when to use one form of the "s" and when to use the other; very frequently when two "s" characters appeared in succession, the first looks to us today like an "f" but the second looks like a "normal s". Go figure. > > To verify (or possibly, I admit, refute <grin>) my suspicions, go back to the original census and compare the lower loop of the character transcribed as "f" in "Jefse" with other characters by the same enumerator/writer that are, in context, unquestionably "f". I think you will find a difference. In the "s that looks like an f", in forming the lower loop the pen usually goes down, then to the LEFT, then up, then across the downstroke to move on to the next character. In a true "f" by the same writer, the pen usually goes down, then to the RIGHT, then up, then back left to "touch" the downstroke, before reversing to the right to move on to the next character. Whether this is the exact difference, you will almost certainly find a subtle, but consistent, distinction between "s" and "f" in all the entries made by the same hand. > > In printed material, usually before 1800 in my experience, the "s" that looks like an "f" to us today is easily distinguished from the true "f" by the lack of a crossbar. (Don't confuse the serif at the baseline with a crossbar; again, compare with an indisputable "f" and you will see the difference.) > > If one types "P" in English, it means one thing. If it is in a Greek language context, "P" is a capital "rho", the equivalent of the English "R". The fact that it looks for all the world to me just like the letter that comes before "Q", in the English alphabet, is of no consequence whatever. I should transcribe it depending on the writer's intent. The same rule is appropriate for English handwriting older than, say, about a century and a half. In this particular case, one may well be saved from inventing, for no good reason, a strange new given name "Jefse" when the owner of said name was actually always called by the very common name "Jesse", and when the census taker would have pronounced it "Jesse" himself. > > Hope this is helpful. > > Darrell > > Darrell A. Martin > formerly of Springfield, Vermont > currently in exile in Addison, Illinois > [email protected] > > > ==== VERMONT Mailing List ==== > VERMONT-L Home Page: > http://www.geocities.com/heartland/prairie/9803/us/vt >

Mary (AKA Polly) Fuller was b. in VT; m. Seth Gates 06 Feb 1811 in Whittingham, Windham, VT; and d. 30 May 1883 ae 97. Their remains are marked by a lone stone at Hoyts Corner, Springfield Twp, Bradford County, PA. The following is noted: "The Gates boys are also prosperous farmers. Their father, Seth Gates, settled in Springfield in 1813 on the place of [his son] Horatio Gates. He raised a family of thirteen children, and died [Nov. 10, 1864] at the age of eighty-two years. Mrs. Gates lived to the advanced age of ninety-seven years. Mrs. Gates’ mother also lived to be ninety-seven years old. Her grandfather lived to the advanced age of one hundred and fifteen years. He taught school at the age of ninety. Seth Gates was an own cousin to General Horatio Gates." Source: Bradford Reporter, Towanda, Penna., April 3, 1884 Any clue as to the parents of Mary/Polly Fuller would be much appreciated. Gerry Hammond North Easton, MA [email protected]

A Genealogist's Christmas Eve 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 about the data for which you wrote Sank in a storm on an ill fated boat". Stacks of old copies of wills and the such Were proof that my work had become 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. Christams was here, and of such was my lot That presents and goodies and toys I forgot. Had I not been so busy with Grandparent's wills, I'd not have forgotten to shop for the thrills. While others had bought gifts that would bring Christmas cheer; I'd spent time researching these birthdates and years. While I was was musing about my sad plight, A strange noise on the lawn gave me a great fright. Away to the window I flew in a flash, Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash. When to what to my wondering eyes should appear? But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer. Up to the house top the reindeer they flew, With a sleigh full of toys, and old Santa Claus too. And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of thirty-eight hoofs. The TV antenna was no match for their horns, And our roof was a sight with hoof-prints adorned. As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash, Down the cold chimney fell Santa - KER-RASH! Dear Santa had come from the roof in a wreck, And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his short neck)! Spotting my face old Santa could see I had no Christmas spirit- you'd have to agree. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk). Here was Santa, who'd brought us such gladness and joy; When I'd been too busy to buy one toy. He spied my researh on the table all spread. "A genealogist"! He cried! (My face was all red)! "Tonight Iv'e 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 Plead". "I know what its like as a genealogy bug". He said as he gave me a great Santa Hug. "While the elves make the toys I now carry, I do some research in the North Pole Library! A special treat I am thus able to bring, To genealogy folks who can't find a thing. Now off you go to your bed for a rest, I'll clean up the house from his 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! Anonymous

> > A CHRISTMAS STORY > by Rian B. Anderson > ------------------------------------ > > Pa never had much 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 so bad that year 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. So > 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 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 the big 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. > When 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 the 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, then he turned to > me and said, "Matt, go bring enough in to last for 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, > 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 and so much > gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within > me and a joy filled my soul that I'd never known before. 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 her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God > bless you," she said. "I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children > and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to 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 over 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 older brothers and two older sisters were 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. So, 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. Just then 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.

In a message dated 12/16/99 8:50:07 AM Pacific Standard Time, [email protected] writes: << is anyone out there a grand or great-grand child of Horrace Greeley Fuller, Fred Fuller, Jessie Fuller or Florence Fuller (children of Morrel Fuller & Frances A. Ware)? >> Now, that depends. Do you have a Lydia Ann FULLER born 1812 in PA or KY who married John HUTCHINSON? They were my ggg-grandparents. Kathryne

Now that I've found my link to the past I was hoping to find a link to the present, is anyone out there a grand or great-grand child of Horrace Greeley Fuller, Fred Fuller, Jessie Fuller or Florence Fuller (children of Morrel Fuller & Frances A. Ware)?

I am looking for information on John Fuller,believed to be the son of Ezekiel B1704 in Isle of Wight Va. He was living in Kershaw Dist.SC in 1755 when he joined Gen.Edward Braddocks expedition and returned there after his defeat, He then joined the Army of the Revolution from there and was discharged in Little York VA.and then moved to Columbia CO.GA. and died there about 1810- 1812.This info. came from The GA.Archives Mirco Film Drawer 52 roll 19 page 32 In a book, "Index to the Headright and Boundy grants of GA. 1760-1909 there are listed 9 Johns but I can not connect to any. This is not proven but may be the one I'm looking for I have John Fuller married to Mary Warner Children Joshua- M- Keziah William Isaac B-1754 D1816 M Mary Jones John JR. B1758 Kershaw, Camden District SC. D 6 March 1857 in Clayton CO.GA. Married Mary Sheilds B in VA. D 23 Sept 1853 in Fayette Co.Ga. This John JR. was the grandfather of William Allen Fuller the conductor on General in the great Locomotive chase in the civil war. This William had a bad time of it durning the war not only did his train get stolen But his wife Maria Lulu Asher whom he married in 1860 and three of his children all died by 1871 of Tuberculosis.and his only son by her also died from it in 1890.Most of his family are buried in Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta. If anyone is interested I have a little more.I am trying to connect John SR. to My 3rd Great grand Father Stephen Fuller B 1753 I think in Granville CO.NC. or Kershaw SC. Does anyone have any info that might help in this Thank you in Advance John in Douglasville GA.

still getting e-mail at this address-please stop all until new address

I am still looking for John HUTCHINSON, born about 1795 in Vermont (one census says New Hampshire), but I now have new information. I have received the death certificate for Ira HUTCHINSON, John's youngest son. I now have the maiden name of John's wife: Lydia Ann FULLER. However, like all new clues, it seems there are a few discrepencies. From several census records Lydia Ann's birthplace was listed as PA. But on the death certificate, Lydia's birthplace is given as KY!! Can I assume that this is because their oldest son was born in KY and the informant, the youngest son, Ira's son, just knew that the family had come from KY? Anyway, John HUTCHINSON and Lydia FULLER had the following children: Elisha, b. abt 1839 in KY, died 1908 or 1909 John, b. abt 1841 in IL William H., b. abt 1842 in IL Sarah, b. abt 1844 in IL Alexander, b. abt 1846 in IL Susan, b. Dec 1848 in IL or KY Ira H., b. June 1851 in IN, died 1926 I can't find them before the Hardin Co IL 1860 census (and they weren't there in 1870). Can't find anybody anywhere in 1870, but some sources indicate that John and son Elisha were in the "swamps of Missouri" at this time. Ira's family was in Hardin Co., IL in 1880 and then in Saline Co., IL in all later censuses. No idea where John and Lydia were married, but it seems like it would have been Kentucky. Don't have counties of birth for anybody. Family settled in Harrisburg eventually. Any ideas or connections? Kathryne