Please excuse the error in the message. Travis Hall married Martha Moore, it was his brother Daniel who married Martha Durden. This situation is confusing enough without my adding more confusion. I'm just trying to find out which Durden Florence married, if either, and how many children she had and who they were. Did she live in Tattnall Co or was that someone with a similar name? Carol -----Original Message----- From: gaemanue-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:gaemanue-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Carol MIller Sent: Monday, March 29, 2010 10:43 PM To: gaemanue@rootsweb.com Subject: [GAEMANUE] Emily Florence Hall, b abt 1864 Hello list, I am trying to figure out exactly who Emily Florence Hall married. She was a daughter of Travis Francis Hall and Martha Durden. I have her married to Lewis Cogle Durden, but her death date as 1953 in Tattnall Co Ga. I don't think this is correct. At Ancestry.com someone has her husband as a Morris E. Durden. But, for Lewis Cogle Durden, there are multiple trees that say his first wife was a Florence Hall b 1870. He married Sydney Elizabeth Durden in 1892, probably meaning his first wife, Florence, was then deceased. Can anyone shed some light on this? Thanks for any help. Carol B. Miller Emanuel County GaGenWeb http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hello list, I am trying to figure out exactly who Emily Florence Hall married. She was a daughter of Travis Francis Hall and Martha Durden. I have her married to Lewis Cogle Durden, but her death date as 1953 in Tattnall Co Ga. I don't think this is correct. At Ancestry.com someone has her husband as a Morris E. Durden. But, for Lewis Cogle Durden, there are multiple trees that say his first wife was a Florence Hall b 1870. He married Sydney Elizabeth Durden in 1892, probably meaning his first wife, Florence, was then deceased. Can anyone shed some light on this? Thanks for any help. Carol B. Miller

Thank you for all that you do to help others. Enjoyed reading the letters. Appreciate you posting them for us to read. Sue ----- Original Message ----- From: "Olivia & Larry Braddy" <olbraddy@pineland.net> To: "GAEMANUEL" <GAEMANUE@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, March 27, 2010 8:56 PM Subject: [GAEMANUE] 1833 letters describe area domestic characteristics #3 > #3 > > > > Note: In this portion of her letters, Mrs. Hine mentions "Auntie Collins." > Ms. Collins had been scalped as a child by Indians, but survived the > attack. She was somewhat of a celebrity and is mentioned in several early > accounts. In a letter to Edward J. Harden of Savannah, dated May 7, 1859, > Dr. W. C. Daniell stated "About 1837 ... I stopped to dinner at the house > of a Mrs. Collins, in Emanuel or Bulloch county, who had been scalped in > one of these Indian forays late in the last century. She was a tall, > stately woman, upwards of eighty years old, and wore a handkerchief on her > head to conceal the loss which she had sustained from the scalping-knife > of an Indian warrior." The letter from Daniell is printed in Edward J. > Harden's Life of George M. Troup, pages 189-92. > > > > This out-of-door life must be very pleasant through the long, hot summers. > They can always command a breeze if any air is stirring, either at the > front or back of the house, or in the broad passage way. One of the stage > stands at which we stopped was kept by an old lady called "Auntie > Collins." She always has her head tied up with a handkerchief, and over > that wears a man's broad-brimmed straw hat, out of doors and in, at the > table and everywhere.... She is utterly bald-headed, having been scalped > by the Indians when a child. Her house goes by the name of the "Pewter > Platter House." She has an immense pewter platter which extends almost > from side to side of her table, and when she has many to feed she puts her > fish, flesh, and fowl all on that one dish. A gentleman told me yesterday > that he had eaten there when she had fried fish, ham and eggs, venison, > chicken, partridges, sausages and roast pork all on that huge pewter dish. > But we did not see it the night we stopped there! > , probably because there were no guests but ourselves, but she gave us a > most royal supper and breakfast, and would have put us up lunch enough for > a week if we would have suffered it. > > > > This stage road which we came passes, they say, through as poor a section > of country as there is in the state, hence the meagre settlements and the > class of people who, as a general thing, reside here. Those who are too > poor to buy productive land can get a home here for almost nothing. They > come here, perhaps, with one horse and a cart and all of their earthly > possessions in it, and if they will go to work as some of them do, they > soon find themselves, in a measure, comfortable, according to their ideas > of comfort. This propitious climate is everything to a farmer who is poor. > He is not obliged to intermit his labors when winter comes, but can keep > at work out of doors all the time, with exceptional days of course. He can > keep his family warm in an open house, can clear new ground, split rails > for fencing, and get his grounds in good shape for culture ere the season > comes to plant. It is a matter of unceasing surprise to me how many home > comforts these people who are so rem! > ote from any market or mart of trade can make for themselves. One house > particularly, which was a marvel of neatness, too--occupied by a young > couple who had been married but a few years--had scarcely anything about > it which was not the work of their two pairs of hands. > > > > The house was simply one large room. He had got the logs out himself, and > hewed them square to make it more sightly. His neighbors had helped him to > raise it. He rived out the shingles to cover it and put them on himself, > and built his own chimney of sticks, plastered with mud. There were two > bedsteads in the room of his own make, the mattresses made of straw from > their own wheat, while the beds had evidently been supplied with feathers > from a large flock of geese which were ranging about the premises, and the > ticks and the sheets and the spreads were all manifestly the work of the > wife. He had made his own table also. There was not a chair in the house, > but a number of three-legged stools--some with legs long enough to use at > the table in eating, and others made with shorter legs--a long, low > settle, which would seat four or five, which was a most comfortable seat, > and made evidently from the half of a hollow log, which had been > manipulated until in shape it resembled, the ! > whole length of it, the seat of a Boston rocker and had had friction > applied to it until it was very smooth. This was mounted on four legs. The > doors to the house were upright planks nailed together by battons, and > their fastenings wooden latches whittled out by hand, which worked with a > string. The window shutters were made the same as the doors, and closed > with a string, which was tied on to a nail driven in the shutter and wound > around a nail driven in the house. > > > > Their household vessels for holding milk, lard, salt, and various other > things were gourds. The clothing of both the man and his wife and their > little baby was evidently spun and woven by the woman herself. Her > spinning wheel stood there in the corner of the room, and the loom just > outside of the house, with a shelter built over it. The man said he had > dug his own well. The bucket he used in it was a cypress knob, hollowed > out. A string of plaited bear's grass (a native growth) served as a > handle. It was tied to a pole which, being fastened at the other end on a > tall upright rest, formed what they called a "sweep." It was a perfect > novelty to me. The flexible pole to which the bucket was attached was bent > down over the well to sink the bucket, and it would rise itself full of > water. > > > > At the well, mounted on logs, was a long trough, deeply dug out from a > huge tree, in two sections--one end to serve as a wash tub, the other to > water the stock in. Both had auger holes in the bottom to let the water > off when necessary, stopped up with corn-cobs for corks. The only thing we > saw on the whole premises which had been bought at a store were some > simple table ware and a few cooking utensils, and these probably had been > hauled many a mile. Against one side of the room were long shelves, > resting on huge wooden pegs driven into the logs, which were piled with > bedding and clothing, showing the work of thrifty hands. These shelves > served the purpose of wardrobe and bureau and closet, of which the house > was guiltless. The family, consisting of Mr. Fleming, his wife, and their > little one (not yet two years old) looked the picture of contentment and > happiness. Everything about them was neat and in sparkling order. > Evidently they do not eat the bread of idleness. So many t! > imes since leaving them I have thought of them and their simple life, > which rivals that of Robinson Crusoe, and thought that more than anyone I > ever saw they led an independent life. Their table was bountifully > supplied with meat and fowls and garden vegetables, all of their own > raising.... > > > -- > I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. > We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. > SPAMfighter has removed 46009 of my spam emails to date. > Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len > > The Professional version does not have this message > Emanuel County GaGenWeb > http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Thank you very much Wesley. I appreciate the information very much. Sue ----- Original Message ----- From: "Wesley Wilson" <wwilsonhwk@windstream.net> To: <gaemanue@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, March 26, 2010 1:50 PM Subject: Re: [GAEMANUE] Moore > Drury Steely moore > b. 11/15/1823 > d. 11/9/1908 > m. 2/1/1844 > > Mary ann Youmans > b. 9/1/1821 > d. 11/10/1886 > > > 1. Lucinda b. 12/15/1844 d. 5/19/1918 m. A. J. Youngblood > 2. Garrett B. 7/6/1846 d. 10/29/1912 m. Martha Durden > 3. Jackson b. 1847 > 4. Sarah b. 9/29/1849 d. 7/26/1918 m. William Jasper Durden > 5.Steely b. 1853 > 6. Susan Lecyann b. 1855 d. 2/26/1934 m. Rowan Durden > 7. Mary b.1859 > 8. Sidney b. 12/12/1860 d. 6/19/1882 > 9. Boston b.. 1865 > 10. James b. 1867 > > > Wes Wilson > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Sue Marsh" <acr00119@mindspring.com> > To: <gaemanue@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Thursday, March 25, 2010 10:01 PM > Subject: [GAEMANUE] Moore > > >> Can someone please give me the names, and information on the children of: >> Drury Steely Moore 1823-1908 and Mary Ann Yeomans(Youmans) 1821-1886 >> Thank you very much, >> Sue >> Emanuel County GaGenWeb >> http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > > > Emanuel County GaGenWeb > http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

---- YukiYama2@aol.com wrote: > Thanks to the 2 who responded to the "Piazza" question. My grandfather > used it...( in the1950's when I was a child) and we thought it funny since it > was not a term used then. We thought it may have been because of the > Spanish settlers in FL (where we lived)...that he had picked it up from their > use....He was referring to his long front porch with 2 porch swings facing > each other...and chairs for relaxing.... Does anyone know why the settlers > in GA and N. FL. might have picked up this vocabulary? My dictionary shows "piazza" as another word for veranda, used in New England and the South. It was probably an adaptation of the Italian word. Hugh

Hi Olivia, Would it be possible for you to send me the PDF of these letters. It is a fascinating peek into everyday life during this time period. I wish I could find other "first hand" documents (letters) showing the life of the times in all of the Southern States. They definitely had it hard and so very different from places north...ie Philly, , NY,..Boston,.. etc. This woman's astonishment as to the meager living conditions is a minor testament to the fact that she had a more prosperous life herself. Thanks to the 2 who responded to the "Piazza" question. My grandfather used it...( in the1950's when I was a child) and we thought it funny since it was not a term used then. We thought it may have been because of the Spanish settlers in FL (where we lived)...that he had picked it up from their use....He was referring to his long front porch with 2 porch swings facing each other...and chairs for relaxing.... Does anyone know why the settlers in GA and N. FL. might have picked up this vocabulary? Carol _yukiyama2@aol.com_ (mailto:yukiyama2@aol.com) In a message dated 3/27/2010 9:34:21 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time, olbraddy@pineland.net writes: Folks, I'm sorry the format got all crazy in those posts. If anyone would like the Word document sent to you privately, just let me know. Olivia -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 46009 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message Emanuel County GaGenWeb http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Piazza is a city square in Italian. I would say similar to the city squares in Savannah.

What is the definition for "piazza" ? Carol Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry -----Original Message----- From: "Olivia & Larry Braddy" <olbraddy@pineland.net> Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2010 20:55:36 To: GAEMANUEL<GAEMANUE@rootsweb.com> Subject: [GAEMANUE] 1833 letters describe area domestic characteristics #2 #2 I was greatly relieved when the streaks of daylight found their way through the chinks in the walls. I arose and performed toilet operations without water, and throwing open the door of my room went out on the piazza, where I found a pail of water and gourd, and a wash-pan placed there for family use, and a towel for everybody's use. How differently did the man appear to me in the morning of whom I was so ready to make a demon in the night. True he was one of earth's plodders, with scarcely an idea in his head, perfectly ignorant himself, but his wife, he said, had some "larnin"--she could read, but not write. He manifested a fund of kindly feeling and hearty good will for us, pointed out the difficulties of the way; said the causeway was all washed up at "Yam Grandy" and the water deep, "and if the critter was inclined to be 'skeary' we might have difficulty." He brought out some pieces of blanket and wrapped skilfully about the harness in different places to prevent the horse from being "galded" in his warm and weary way. January 16, 1834--... I was not sorry when we were once more alone together on the road. The day passed pleasantly in social converse and in comments upon the rustic life everywhere displaying itself in rude fences and ruder barns, the latter in some instances being only pens made of fence rails of extra length piled up high, and the ears of corn thrown in until they were full, when they were left uncovered. In some places there were a number of these improvised barns, and then again one or two would hold all the corn the owner had. My heart sunk at nightfall as we approached the little log hut where we were to stay all night, but found it far more convenient and comfortable than the one where we had slept the preceding night. The supper was good and well served, and we had a candle on the table to give us light, and servants standing around to wait upon us. I asked one of them to hand me a glass of water. She brought me a gourd full from the bucket, and after I had drank took it away again and hung up the gourd. They called the drinking cup a gourd, but it looked like a long-necked squash with a hole cut in the bowl end and hollowed out until there was nothing but the shell left. This held the water, and the long neck served as a handle. Our wayside accommodations were very simple all the way, and the unique features of life as presented to me in these squatters' cabins were a perfect study to me. They were so different from any phase of life which had ever before come under my notice--though we had no second experience as rough as the first night developed. We did not stop for dinner even when we passed (as we occasionally did) an attractive-looking place which gave promise of a good dinner, judging from the looks of hogs rooting about, plenty of chickens of all sizes and ages, and calves in the pen, denoting an abundance of milk and butter.... On two occasions when night overtook us we found ourselves at stage stands where the drivers of public stages changed their horses and drivers and passengers took supper or breakfast. These were much more pretentious than the wayside homes which had hitherto served as abiding places for us when our day's travel was completed. The houses were more spacious and had a sprinkling of city comforts, procured probably through the drivers as they passed back and forth from Savannah to Macon. The buildings, though, are almost universally made of logs; that is, the body of them. The larger houses here are what they term "double pen" log houses, that is two separate cabins made of logs and notched and fitted into each other at the corners, and sometimes hewn on all four sides. These are placed some little distance from each other, perhaps ten or fifteen feet apart, and connected by rafters overhead, and one long roof stretched from end to end of the two buildings, covering the open space as well, which is floored, and serves as a hall or passageway to the house, and is the main entrance, a door opening into each of these two log rooms, on the right and left hand respectively. Then there are piazzas built back and front, extending the whole length of the cabins and the passageway, which sometimes embraces forty or fifty feet. At either end of these piazzas small bedrooms are boarded in, called shed rooms, and as they are small they have a long stretch of piazza between them. The front piazza is general sitting-room about nine months of the year, and the back one (overlooking the kitchen, which is always a separate building, though generally in close proximity to the houses) is used as a dining-room. -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 46009 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message Emanuel County GaGenWeb http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I think you will find that it is a porch or veranda, On Sun, Mar 28, 2010 at 11:32 PM, <yukiyama2@aol.com> wrote: > What is the definition for "piazza" ? > Carol > Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry > > -----Original Message----- > From: "Olivia & Larry Braddy" <olbraddy@pineland.net> > Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2010 20:55:36 > To: GAEMANUEL<GAEMANUE@rootsweb.com> > Subject: [GAEMANUE] 1833 letters describe area domestic characteristics #2 > > #2 > > > > I was greatly relieved when the streaks of daylight found their way through > the chinks in the walls. I arose and performed toilet operations without > water, and throwing open the door of my room went out on the piazza, where I > found a pail of water and gourd, and a wash-pan placed there for family use, > and a towel for everybody's use. > > > > How differently did the man appear to me in the morning of whom I was so > ready to make a demon in the night. True he was one of earth's plodders, > with scarcely an idea in his head, perfectly ignorant himself, but his wife, > he said, had some "larnin"--she could read, but not write. He manifested a > fund of kindly feeling and hearty good will for us, pointed out the > difficulties of the way; said the causeway was all washed up at "Yam Grandy" > and the water deep, "and if the critter was inclined to be 'skeary' we might > have difficulty." He brought out some pieces of blanket and wrapped > skilfully about the harness in different places to prevent the horse from > being "galded" in his warm and weary way. > > > > January 16, 1834--... I was not sorry when we were once more alone together > on the road. The day passed pleasantly in social converse and in comments > upon the rustic life everywhere displaying itself in rude fences and ruder > barns, the latter in some instances being only pens made of fence rails of > extra length piled up high, and the ears of corn thrown in until they were > full, when they were left uncovered. In some places there were a number of > these improvised barns, and then again one or two would hold all the corn > the owner had. > > > > My heart sunk at nightfall as we approached the little log hut where we > were to stay all night, but found it far more convenient and comfortable > than the one where we had slept the preceding night. The supper was good and > well served, and we had a candle on the table to give us light, and servants > standing around to wait upon us. I asked one of them to hand me a glass of > water. She brought me a gourd full from the bucket, and after I had drank > took it away again and hung up the gourd. They called the drinking cup a > gourd, but it looked like a long-necked squash with a hole cut in the bowl > end and hollowed out until there was nothing but the shell left. This held > the water, and the long neck served as a handle. > > > > Our wayside accommodations were very simple all the way, and the unique > features of life as presented to me in these squatters' cabins were a > perfect study to me. They were so different from any phase of life which had > ever before come under my notice--though we had no second experience as > rough as the first night developed. We did not stop for dinner even when we > passed (as we occasionally did) an attractive-looking place which gave > promise of a good dinner, judging from the looks of hogs rooting about, > plenty of chickens of all sizes and ages, and calves in the pen, denoting an > abundance of milk and butter.... > > > > On two occasions when night overtook us we found ourselves at stage stands > where the drivers of public stages changed their horses and drivers and > passengers took supper or breakfast. These were much more pretentious than > the wayside homes which had hitherto served as abiding places for us when > our day's travel was completed. The houses were more spacious and had a > sprinkling of city comforts, procured probably through the drivers as they > passed back and forth from Savannah to Macon. The buildings, though, are > almost universally made of logs; that is, the body of them. The larger > houses here are what they term "double pen" log houses, that is two separate > cabins made of logs and notched and fitted into each other at the corners, > and sometimes hewn on all four sides. > > > > These are placed some little distance from each other, perhaps ten or > fifteen feet apart, and connected by rafters overhead, and one long roof > stretched from end to end of the two buildings, covering the open space as > well, which is floored, and serves as a hall or passageway to the house, and > is the main entrance, a door opening into each of these two log rooms, on > the right and left hand respectively. Then there are piazzas built back and > front, extending the whole length of the cabins and the passageway, which > sometimes embraces forty or fifty feet. At either end of these piazzas small > bedrooms are boarded in, called shed rooms, and as they are small they have > a long stretch of piazza between them. The front piazza is general > sitting-room about nine months of the year, and the back one (overlooking > the kitchen, which is always a separate building, though generally in close > proximity to the houses) is used as a dining-room. > > > > > -- > I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. > We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. > SPAMfighter has removed 46009 of my spam emails to date. > Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len > > The Professional version does not have this message > Emanuel County GaGenWeb > http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > Emanuel County GaGenWeb > http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- Two things I have learned: there is a God; and I am not Him!! 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Nathan, Henry and James Brown were witnesses on land deeds for Eli Roberts in Emanuel Cty Ga in 1820 - 1828. Were the Brown family related to Eli Roberts' family? Wondering how/why they were witness to Eli's land deals. Trying to locate parents/sibling of Eli Roberts who married Delania Kent and Cathy Roberts Pierce cathyp@tampabay.rr.com

AWESOME! Olivia, thanks so much for sharing.

Olivia, thanks so much for taking the time to post the transcripts of these letters! They make the lives of our ancestors come alive! I really enjoyed reading them! Donali

Olivia, These are fantastic.  Thank you so much for sharing them.  I enjoyed reading them so very much.  Things like this give me such an insight into the life of my ancestors.  I would love to see more of this type thing on the board :) Thanks again Michelle Jones

Folks, I'm sorry the format got all crazy in those posts. If anyone would like the Word document sent to you privately, just let me know. Olivia -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 46009 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message

I second Michelle's remarks and graciously thank you for your time and diligent work.   Sincerely, Mary Ann Braddy Banys great granddaughter of Randal Mac Phillilps & Charley Ann Gillis Joseph Allen "Bit" Braddy and Annie Lou Jenkins --- On Sat, 3/27/10, Olivia & Larry Braddy <olbraddy@pineland.net> wrote: From: Olivia & Larry Braddy <olbraddy@pineland.net> Subject: Re: [GAEMANUE] 1833 letters describe area domestic characteristics #4 To: gaemanue@rootsweb.com Date: Saturday, March 27, 2010, 8:34 PM Folks, I'm sorry the format got all crazy in those posts. If anyone would like the Word document sent to you privately, just let me know.  Olivia -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 46009 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message Emanuel County GaGenWeb http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

#4 This is the last installment of a four-part article written by Mr. Cadle. He has transcribed these old letters and followed the original spellings. Note: An 1826 account describes Dublin as consisting of a courthouse and nine houses. In a later portion of her letters, not reproduced here, Mrs. Hine mentions having lunch with former Georgia governor George M. Troup, whose plantation was near Dublin. I am very much disappointed in Dublin. I did not think I was expecting much, but I had supposed it to be more than it is. There are but two or three framed dwellings in the place--the rest are all log buildings--and only two houses that have ever been painted. One of these is brother's, and the other shows but few vestiges of the paint which was once put upon it. The court house, which stands in the middle of the square, is an old, dilapidated wooden building, small, and guiltless of ceiling as well as paint, and looks as if it might have stood for ages. Brother hired a young man from Connecticut last summer as a clerk. He came out to Savannah with some friends. On reaching there he decided, instead of coming up in the stage, he would come in a cotton wagon which would pass through Dublin and was coming up empty. He got out at the Oconee River, which the wagon crossed on a flat, and decided not to get in again, but to walk up to Dublin, which they told him was about a quarter of a mile from there, and he would see the court house directly. He walked on up, and came into the store and asked if they would show him the way to Dublin. They told him he was in the heart of the town, which he contested, thinking they were joking; said he was told he would pass a court house, and he had not. Imagine his disgust when they pointed out the building to him. It did not at all comport with his New England ideas of a court house. But although this place is so insignificant, it has some few nice families in it, and some very delightful ones on surrounding plantations. (Farris Cadle grew up in Swainsboro. He is a land title and land boundary consultant in Savannah and does research on the side.) The Forest-Blade, Swainsboro, GA -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 46009 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message

#3 Note: In this portion of her letters, Mrs. Hine mentions "Auntie Collins." Ms. Collins had been scalped as a child by Indians, but survived the attack. She was somewhat of a celebrity and is mentioned in several early accounts. In a letter to Edward J. Harden of Savannah, dated May 7, 1859, Dr. W. C. Daniell stated "About 1837 ... I stopped to dinner at the house of a Mrs. Collins, in Emanuel or Bulloch county, who had been scalped in one of these Indian forays late in the last century. She was a tall, stately woman, upwards of eighty years old, and wore a handkerchief on her head to conceal the loss which she had sustained from the scalping-knife of an Indian warrior." The letter from Daniell is printed in Edward J. Harden's Life of George M. Troup, pages 189-92. This out-of-door life must be very pleasant through the long, hot summers. They can always command a breeze if any air is stirring, either at the front or back of the house, or in the broad passage way. One of the stage stands at which we stopped was kept by an old lady called "Auntie Collins." She always has her head tied up with a handkerchief, and over that wears a man's broad-brimmed straw hat, out of doors and in, at the table and everywhere.... She is utterly bald-headed, having been scalped by the Indians when a child. Her house goes by the name of the "Pewter Platter House." She has an immense pewter platter which extends almost from side to side of her table, and when she has many to feed she puts her fish, flesh, and fowl all on that one dish. A gentleman told me yesterday that he had eaten there when she had fried fish, ham and eggs, venison, chicken, partridges, sausages and roast pork all on that huge pewter dish. But we did not see it the night we stopped there, probably because there were no guests but ourselves, but she gave us a most royal supper and breakfast, and would have put us up lunch enough for a week if we would have suffered it. This stage road which we came passes, they say, through as poor a section of country as there is in the state, hence the meagre settlements and the class of people who, as a general thing, reside here. Those who are too poor to buy productive land can get a home here for almost nothing. They come here, perhaps, with one horse and a cart and all of their earthly possessions in it, and if they will go to work as some of them do, they soon find themselves, in a measure, comfortable, according to their ideas of comfort. This propitious climate is everything to a farmer who is poor. He is not obliged to intermit his labors when winter comes, but can keep at work out of doors all the time, with exceptional days of course. He can keep his family warm in an open house, can clear new ground, split rails for fencing, and get his grounds in good shape for culture ere the season comes to plant. It is a matter of unceasing surprise to me how many home comforts these people who are so remote from any market or mart of trade can make for themselves. One house particularly, which was a marvel of neatness, too--occupied by a young couple who had been married but a few years--had scarcely anything about it which was not the work of their two pairs of hands. The house was simply one large room. He had got the logs out himself, and hewed them square to make it more sightly. His neighbors had helped him to raise it. He rived out the shingles to cover it and put them on himself, and built his own chimney of sticks, plastered with mud. There were two bedsteads in the room of his own make, the mattresses made of straw from their own wheat, while the beds had evidently been supplied with feathers from a large flock of geese which were ranging about the premises, and the ticks and the sheets and the spreads were all manifestly the work of the wife. He had made his own table also. There was not a chair in the house, but a number of three-legged stools--some with legs long enough to use at the table in eating, and others made with shorter legs--a long, low settle, which would seat four or five, which was a most comfortable seat, and made evidently from the half of a hollow log, which had been manipulated until in shape it resembled, the whole length of it, the seat of a Boston rocker and had had friction applied to it until it was very smooth. This was mounted on four legs. The doors to the house were upright planks nailed together by battons, and their fastenings wooden latches whittled out by hand, which worked with a string. The window shutters were made the same as the doors, and closed with a string, which was tied on to a nail driven in the shutter and wound around a nail driven in the house. Their household vessels for holding milk, lard, salt, and various other things were gourds. The clothing of both the man and his wife and their little baby was evidently spun and woven by the woman herself. Her spinning wheel stood there in the corner of the room, and the loom just outside of the house, with a shelter built over it. The man said he had dug his own well. The bucket he used in it was a cypress knob, hollowed out. A string of plaited bear's grass (a native growth) served as a handle. It was tied to a pole which, being fastened at the other end on a tall upright rest, formed what they called a "sweep." It was a perfect novelty to me. The flexible pole to which the bucket was attached was bent down over the well to sink the bucket, and it would rise itself full of water. At the well, mounted on logs, was a long trough, deeply dug out from a huge tree, in two sections--one end to serve as a wash tub, the other to water the stock in. Both had auger holes in the bottom to let the water off when necessary, stopped up with corn-cobs for corks. The only thing we saw on the whole premises which had been bought at a store were some simple table ware and a few cooking utensils, and these probably had been hauled many a mile. Against one side of the room were long shelves, resting on huge wooden pegs driven into the logs, which were piled with bedding and clothing, showing the work of thrifty hands. These shelves served the purpose of wardrobe and bureau and closet, of which the house was guiltless. The family, consisting of Mr. Fleming, his wife, and their little one (not yet two years old) looked the picture of contentment and happiness. Everything about them was neat and in sparkling order. Evidently they do not eat the bread of idleness. So many times since leaving them I have thought of them and their simple life, which rivals that of Robinson Crusoe, and thought that more than anyone I ever saw they led an independent life. 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#2 I was greatly relieved when the streaks of daylight found their way through the chinks in the walls. I arose and performed toilet operations without water, and throwing open the door of my room went out on the piazza, where I found a pail of water and gourd, and a wash-pan placed there for family use, and a towel for everybody's use. How differently did the man appear to me in the morning of whom I was so ready to make a demon in the night. True he was one of earth's plodders, with scarcely an idea in his head, perfectly ignorant himself, but his wife, he said, had some "larnin"--she could read, but not write. He manifested a fund of kindly feeling and hearty good will for us, pointed out the difficulties of the way; said the causeway was all washed up at "Yam Grandy" and the water deep, "and if the critter was inclined to be 'skeary' we might have difficulty." He brought out some pieces of blanket and wrapped skilfully about the harness in different places to prevent the horse from being "galded" in his warm and weary way. January 16, 1834--... I was not sorry when we were once more alone together on the road. The day passed pleasantly in social converse and in comments upon the rustic life everywhere displaying itself in rude fences and ruder barns, the latter in some instances being only pens made of fence rails of extra length piled up high, and the ears of corn thrown in until they were full, when they were left uncovered. In some places there were a number of these improvised barns, and then again one or two would hold all the corn the owner had. My heart sunk at nightfall as we approached the little log hut where we were to stay all night, but found it far more convenient and comfortable than the one where we had slept the preceding night. The supper was good and well served, and we had a candle on the table to give us light, and servants standing around to wait upon us. I asked one of them to hand me a glass of water. She brought me a gourd full from the bucket, and after I had drank took it away again and hung up the gourd. They called the drinking cup a gourd, but it looked like a long-necked squash with a hole cut in the bowl end and hollowed out until there was nothing but the shell left. This held the water, and the long neck served as a handle. Our wayside accommodations were very simple all the way, and the unique features of life as presented to me in these squatters' cabins were a perfect study to me. They were so different from any phase of life which had ever before come under my notice--though we had no second experience as rough as the first night developed. We did not stop for dinner even when we passed (as we occasionally did) an attractive-looking place which gave promise of a good dinner, judging from the looks of hogs rooting about, plenty of chickens of all sizes and ages, and calves in the pen, denoting an abundance of milk and butter.... On two occasions when night overtook us we found ourselves at stage stands where the drivers of public stages changed their horses and drivers and passengers took supper or breakfast. These were much more pretentious than the wayside homes which had hitherto served as abiding places for us when our day's travel was completed. The houses were more spacious and had a sprinkling of city comforts, procured probably through the drivers as they passed back and forth from Savannah to Macon. The buildings, though, are almost universally made of logs; that is, the body of them. The larger houses here are what they term "double pen" log houses, that is two separate cabins made of logs and notched and fitted into each other at the corners, and sometimes hewn on all four sides. These are placed some little distance from each other, perhaps ten or fifteen feet apart, and connected by rafters overhead, and one long roof stretched from end to end of the two buildings, covering the open space as well, which is floored, and serves as a hall or passageway to the house, and is the main entrance, a door opening into each of these two log rooms, on the right and left hand respectively. Then there are piazzas built back and front, extending the whole length of the cabins and the passageway, which sometimes embraces forty or fifty feet. At either end of these piazzas small bedrooms are boarded in, called shed rooms, and as they are small they have a long stretch of piazza between them. The front piazza is general sitting-room about nine months of the year, and the back one (overlooking the kitchen, which is always a separate building, though generally in close proximity to the houses) is used as a dining-room. -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 46009 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message

I just ran across this file I took from The Forest-Blade a few years ago. It's in four parts. I thought it would be interesting for those who had not seen it. I suppose I'm violating copyright law again? Olivia 1833 letters describe area domestic characteristics By FARRIS CADLE We will be publishing four parts of this article written by Mr. Cadle. He has transcribed these old letters and followed the original spellings. In the late 1800s an eclectic monthly magazine called The Old Homestead was published in Savannah. The April, 1891 issue carried the transcript of a series of letters that had been written more than half a century earlier by twenty-year-old Mrs. James Hine, to her mother. Little is known about Mrs. Hine. She was from New York City, and sailed to Savannah. From there she took a stage to Dublin to visit her brother. This route took her through the middle of Emanuel County. It is difficult to determine which parts of the narrative deal specifically with Emanuel County, but her comments are representative for the entire region. Mrs. Hine was mesmerized by the coarseness and simplicity of the people she met. Her descriptions are of particular interest for the great detail they provide about domestic life. During this period there were few hotels or public livery stables in the countryside. As a result, stage lines had formal arrangements for their passengers and horses to stay overnight at private homes. #1 Dublin, Laurens County, December 20 [1833].-- [My Dear Mother,] I feel as if I had so much to say I scarcely know where to begin--so much that is new to me meets me at every step. We left Savannah on the 8th.... When we got to Norwoods, where we were to spend the first night, evening was closing in around us, but there was still sufficient light to see the size and general appearance of the house. As we approached it I saw that it was of logs, a single story in height, presenting but one window and one door, the window unglazed and a ponderous wooden shutter used to close it. I supposed the building to be the barn, and in my own mind pronounced upon the unthriftiness of the man who had no better outhouses. What was my astonishment upon finding that it was the dwelling--the house of the family with whom we were to stay. This is the stage road which we have taken, and there is very little travel over it, and it passes through a very barren and desolate section of country--as poor perhaps, if not poorer, than any land in the state. Dublin is, I think, about one hundred and thirty miles from Savannah, and there is not a single public house the whole distance; yet everybody's house is open to you, and they give you a generous welcome and the best of everything they have. Some of them will accept payment for the food and shelter which they give you, while others utterly decline it, claiming they have received sufficient compensation in the pleasure your society has afforded them. This house where we stayed contained three rooms--one large one, into which the door opened, with a huge chimney at the end almost the width of the room, constructed of sticks piled upon each other, after the fashion of the corn-cob houses I used to make in childhood. It was built outside of the house; the side where the chimney joined on to the house was left open, and the logs sawed out to make the fireplace. The interstices between the sticks were filled with clay, with which also the whole thing was daubed outside and in. This room was used as hall, parlor, dining-room, and bedroom. On the side of this was a bedroom of a fair size, and behind it a piazza, on one end of which another very small bedroom was partitioned off. The furniture of the room into which we were shown was a large pine table and a half-dozen chairs of country make--turned legs and splint bottoms. The family had retired for the night when we got there, but the man and his wife got up and "made a light," as he expressed it. He set fire to some pieces of resinous pine and put them in the chimney, which I found was their substitute for a lamp, and when we sat down to the supper prepared, which was bountiful and well cooked, Mr. Norwood took two of the burning sticks from the fireplace and held the blazing, smoking torch above our heads to give us light to eat by. He was a coarse, rough-looking man, with no clothes on but shirt and trousers of the coarsest kind of homespun, not even a shoe or stocking, and with his bloused head of long and bushy hair and unshorn beard, and that flaming torch about his head, wearied as I was with travel and my nerves unstrung with the fright of the evening, I could compare him in my mind to nothing but an imp of darkness; and his wife, who came in from the kitchen (which was a small log building back of the house) to preside at the table, was almost equally repulsive in dress and appearance. She had on her head all the evening--not only as she was going back and forth to the kitchen to attend to supper arrangements, but as she sat at the head of the table pouring the coffee--one of those long cracker bonnets ... which, when the head is bent, effectually conceals the face, as the capes which they have sewed on them, varying in width from six inches to half a yard, conceals the neck and shoulders. They are the most disfiguring article of dress I have ever seen a woman wear. After the supper was finished I sought quarters for the night, and they showed me into the little room on the end of the piazza. It was barely large enough to hold a small bedstead and have a space of about two feet on one side of it. There was no space for the door to open; it had to open outside. There was no article of furniture in the room but the bedstead and one chair--not even a table to hold a light, but that of course was quite unnecessary, as I had no light to put on it and was expected to go to bed by such light as came in through the open door, for there was no window to the room, or else satisfy myself with such light as came in through the cracks between the planks which formed the walls. The bedstead was a rough specimen of home manufacture, and the bed, professedly of feathers, though there were not enough feathers in it to have made a decent pair of pillows, while the dimensions of the pillows given me were about twelve by eighteen inches in size, with barely feathers enough in them to show the purpose they were intended to serve. There was no mattress, but a dried cowhide laid upon the cords to prevent what feathers there were in the bed from sinking down between them. With the door to my room opening as it did out-doors, and no fastening on it--it simply closed with a wooden latch which was lifted with a string--with no water for bathing purposes, such sleeping appointments as I have described, and the vision of that large, uncouth-looking man with his flaming torch continually before me, I leave you to judge how much repose I found. I felt very much as if I had got on the extreme border of civilization but one remove from savage life. I have read much of frontier life, but I never pictured to myself anything so wild as this. Indeed, I thought I had seen something of life in the woods and primitive habitats in western New York, but what I saw there was high toned civilization and culture compared with this. -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 46009 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message

Thank you, Yvonne. Hope it helped someone. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Yvonne Scott" <yscott12@att.net> To: <gaemanue@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, March 27, 2010 5:02 PM Subject: Re: [GAEMANUE] Free online backup system > Yes, you are correct about the flash/thumb/USB drives, Olivia. I haven't > had one fail - yet! - but I know they can. And if my house burns down, > they > will burn too, along with our desktop and my laptop. Horrible thought! > Over > a year ago I somehow lost my thumb drive, and that prompted me to install > the free Mozy. It's good to know that my latest backups and additions to > my > files are safe and secure outside my home and that I can easily retrieve > them if I need to. You always give good advice and suggestions, Olivia. > > Yvonne Scott > > ---- Original Message ----- > From: "Olivia & Larry Braddy" <olbraddy@pineland.net> > >> Yvonne, if by "thumb drive" you mean the little USB flash drives, beware! >> These things are bad about becoming corrupt and then they're >> inaccessible. >> I've had two to do that, and what's so bad, I didn't keep a list of what >> I'd >> downloaded on them, so have no idea what I lost. I do know I had a lot of >> pictures on them, as well as old e-mail I wanted to keep. Too >> bad--they're >> now gone forever! >> >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: "Yvonne Scott" <yscott12@att.net> >> > >>> Olivia is right! I've used the free Mozy for over a year and it's a >>> great >>> deal. You choose the files you want backed up, and it's easy to see >>> when >>> you reach your free 2 GB. I have my genealogy database and a lot of my >>> documents & pictures set to back up every day. Now if my house burns >>> down,everything is safely stored online, encrypted and private. I once >>> lost a >>> document and used Mozy's restore feature to get it back. It was quick >>> and >>> simple. I still back up to a thumb drive too - you just can't have too >>> many types of back ups! >>> >>> Yvonne Scott > > Emanuel County GaGenWeb > http://www.thegagenweb.com/gaemanuel/ > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > GAEMANUE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 45967 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message