I wish to correspond with anyone researching the LOUDERMILK family of Habersham Co., GA. Charles Ward [email protected]

Do any subscribers have access to the published 1850 Census of Habersham Co., GA? I am in need of a look-up. Your assistance is appreciated. C. Ward [email protected]

Looking fot the following family lines: John Walker married Rachael Middleton 13NOV1828 Martin Culberson married Deborah Middleton 12AUG1827 Your help is tremendously appreciated Lynda

>Who can tell me a little about Deborah and Thomas Middleton? Are they brother and sister or husband and wife? They are on the Habersham co GA census (either 1820 or 1830). Also, if you are researching ANY Middletons in this northeast corner of GA (Raburn, Towns, etc), woiuld appreciate hearing from you about your line. Thanks Lynda

Dear Dolores, All I know is that they are located somewhere in the area of Habersham County Georgia. It is said that my 2ng great grandfather levi S. Shelton and is wife Sarah Ann Williams lived there and so do a great many SHELTON relatives. marc

Dear all, I am still interested in finding more information regard what is known as SHELTON FIELDS in the area of Habersham County/ Possible around Batesville. Marc E. Shelton Email: [email protected]

Joyce McMurray wrote: > > "Habersham Co.GA Abstract Wills" > > I found the following in some of my old notes.. > Michael Box.. > Deed 1 Feb. 1820--to Hardy Stovers 100 ac. of head of Hidson Rv. on w. > side of tract originally granted to Moses Allread on little Nails > Cr...adj. to James Jackson,Miles Smith..wtn..Polly Rich,John > Shurden..Samiel Morgan JP>> > Is this the same Moses Allred that was earlier in Franklin Co.Ga. > Was in Jefferson Co.Al. in 1830,with Isaac and Thomas Allred... > Joyce

Hello! I'm looking for info on William and Jane (Satterfield) Thedford. They lived or worked (I'm told) in the following counties prior to their move to Texas abt. 1851. He was born abt. 1803 in SC, she was born abt. 1806, also in SC. Best regards, Lorrie Thedford [email protected]

The deadline for the Heritage Book has been extended to June 15th. If you are planning to write an article or order a book, please send these requests as soon as you can. Submit articles and book orders to: Habersham County Heritage Book P.O. Box 2643 Clarkesville, GA 30523 Cost of the book is $52.69 which includes shipping. Anyone wanting to submit articles on families who settled in Habersham County are welcome to do so (early pioneers or current residents). Please send me your mailing address, and I will send you the guidelines for the articles which include information on ordering the book. Orders for books must be placed before the deadline of June 15th. We appreciate your interest and participation. Lynne in the beautiful northeast GA mountains

Hello Habersham County Researchers. I know this is not a genealogical question as to whom I am researching, but I am curious as to what is going on with Banks County, Ga. List. Can anyone tell me what the problem is? I have sent 2 emails to Banks County List and none have been returned to me. Yes, I am subscribed to the Banks County List, just don't know what the problem is. Carole

Copy of second letter from Adelaide Berry Duncan to her son George. Sept. 17th, 1893 Dear George, In looking over your letter, I find I did not answer all your questions. I don’t know whether your grandfather (John, Jr.) Duncan was much of a woodsman, or not, nor whether he was much of a hunter or not, but I don’t believe he was much of a hunter for I think I would have heard talk of it, if he had been. Your grandmother (Mary “Polly” Laughlin) Duncan’s oldest brother, Johnny Laughlin, was a great hunter. His children used to sit on the woodpile when he went out with his gun, and listen to hear a shot, then each would claim separate parts of the deer, such as the milt, the heart, or the ribs. Isaac King, his son-in-law, told this and said he neglected his cornfield to hunt, like my papa did. I don’t believe your grandfather Duncan did that. (Note: Isaac King married Jane Laughlin and John Laughlin was her uncle, her father being Thomas Laughlin, who was the oldest brother of Mary “Polly,” so there is some question as to which man was the hunter referred to. Violet M. Pilcher, typist of this copy of the letter. I don’t know how long they were in the wilderness, nor whether the family got together in Kentucky or not till after the old folks went back to Virginia. Decatur Dryden’s mother (Sarah Berry who married William Dryden) was the first child my grandmother Berry had after her return from captivity, and it may be he has heard her tell things she certainly heard her mother talk of. (Note: My records indicate other children were born after the captivity previous to the birth of Sarah in 1788. vmp) Before our ancestors moved to Kentucky, they in Virginia had to seek safety in a blockhouse. Your grandmother (Mary “Polly” Laughlin) Duncan told me of this after I was married. She was a little girl and was drinking sweet sap that was dripping from a sugar tree near her father’s house. She had left one shoe and stocking in the house. A runner came galloping by, calling out: “To the blockhouse. The Indians are coming!” Her father (John Laughlin who is referred to as Luke later in the is letter) picked her up, and poor lame man that he was, carried her in his arms. By the time they got pretty near the blockhouse, there was quite a crowd of neighbors, and they stopped to drink at a little stream, and your grandmother’s little tin cup that she had in her hand was all they had to drink out of; only one woman pulled off her shoe and gave her children drinks out of it. I don’t know whether your great-grandfather (Capt. John) Duncan’s family was in the blockhouse or not, but my grandfather and grandmother Berry were, as also Billy King, whose wife was Betty (Elizabeth) Sharp before she married. There were five men killed by the Indians while they were staying in the blockhouse. The men would go out to their fields to get food, and those inside would hear the shooting, and after awhile go out and bring in their slain friends. They tied their feet together, also the hands, and to a pole, then two men would carry them. Your grandmother told of on poor German woman whose son Fritz was all the family she had. He was brought in that way. Your old grandmother would choke and stop, and tears run down her cheeks when she told me of how this poor woman would wring her hands, and say: “Oh, my Fritz, my Fritz!” This Billy King was the one who afterwards held the deed to granfather Berry’s farm. I heard mama say he was as faithful as if grandmother Berry’s children had been his own – never took any advantage of them. Your grandmother told me that one Sunday morning in the blockhouse, he dressed in his clean white flax linen pants and hunting shirt, and laid the corner of his hunting shirt across his knee, and took Isaac, his baby on his knee. The baby had bowel complaint and stained his hunting shirt. He jumped up, and tore around as if the Indians had him, and my grandmother Berry and his wife flew at him and got the baby away and the hunting shirt off him, for he took out his knife and they had work to keep him from cutting off the corner of the shirt that was so badly spoiled. Did any of them think that any of their descendants would write this down more than a hundred years after it occurred? Your grandmother (Duncan) said to me: “Your grandmother (Sarah Berry) was a beautiful woman then.” Isaac King moved to Kentucky, Whitely County, before papa (Lafayette Berry) did, and he lived four miles from where I was raised. I remember when I was a little girl, of riding behind him to Williamsburg (KY) on a big white stable horse. We were going to a Presbyterian preacher, and I was going to ride behind mama, and Ellen Carr behind papa, when he (Isaac King) said: “Put her behind me.” I was so much afraid of him and of the horse too that it was anything but a pleasant ride to me. We crossed the Cumberland River which was pretty full too. Decatur Dryden’s grandmother Dryden was a Berry; (His grandparents were David Dryden and Barbara Berry. vmp) I think my grandfather’s sister, but perhaps a cousin. (more likely to have been cousin. vmp.) Your grandmother Duncan’s mother was (Mary) Polly Price before she was married to that lame weaver, Luke Laughlin. (John Laughlin in our records). She is the only one of your ancestors whose nationality I do not know. When your grandmother (Mary “Polly” Laughlin Duncan) was a little girl, this Polly (her mother) rode a fine young mare that was a great favorite in the family some miles to a neighbor’s, and as she was coming home, a bull was roaming in the woods and took after her. She ran the mare and got home safe and she wanted to keep the mare put up until the bull left, but no, her husband would turn her out, saying the mare could keep out of the bull’s way; but the next day they found the mare dead, gored to death by the bull. I tell this so his great grandsons may know to heed their wives. With much love to all. Mother This information was shared with me by Joe Duncan of Lexington, Ky. Who had copied information in the hands of Miss Mattie R. Davis of Lexington in 1965. Mattie had corresponded in 1927 and 1928 with Laura Duncan, daughter of Adelaide, who had shared copies of the letters. Both Adelaide and her son George were deceased prior to June 1928 and are buried in a Los Angeles, California cemetery. I have inserted some names in parentheses at the time of typing these copies to make it easier to comprehend the identity of the persons written about. Violet M. Pilcher, February 1984 (Break in the continuity of the letters indicated. Pasted to the last paragraph after the signature on page 7 is a fragment of another letter no date, apparently cut from some other letter.) (words barely discernable: “good while ago.” When our ancestors started from Virginia and Tennessee to Kentucky, grandmother Berry’s eldest brother kissed her good-bye and snatched up her oldest child (who was named John for this brother), and said, “Sally. I will keep this child till better times. The Indians shan’t get him.” And I have heard papa and mama say it was four years before she saw her boy. Two of those years were in captivity. // end of page 7 a short page.)

Thought this might be usful to everyone. Letters of Adelaide Berry Duncan to her son, George F. Duncan Copy of a letter written by Adelaide Berry Duncan, wife of Dixon Sharp Duncan, to their son George F. Duncan. Her parents were Lafayette and [Polly Porterfield] Berry and grandparents were Francis “Frank” and Sarah “Sallie” (Sharp) Berry. Dixon’s parents were John and Mary “Polly” (Laughlin) Duncan, Jr. and his grandparents were Capt. John and Elinor “Nellie” (Sharp) Duncan. Sept. 11th, 1893 Dear George: Your papa’s grandfather and grandmother, John and Nellie Duncan, and (my) grandfather and grandmother Frank and Sally Berry, moved from Virginia during the Revolutionary War to Kentucky. I don’t know just where, but it was somewhere in the best part of the state. There was quite a little colony of them but I do not know the names of any except these two families. They took up claims of land and complied with what was necessary to secure their claims. I don’t know what it was, nor how long they had been there till they were compelled to move for safety to a fort or block-house, where they were taken by British officers and soldiers who had Indians with them to whom the British gave all their household goods except two suits of clothes and two blankets to each man and the same to each woman. I remember hearing my grandmother tell how the Indians would toss the pillows in the air after they had ripped the ticking to make the feathers fly in the wind, and how they would laugh. They wanted the cloth but not the feathers. They then started their march to Detroit, where they stayed awhile, and then on to Montreal, where they stayed till peace was declared. They were liberated, to get back as best they could. There was one family along who had a young woman – a daughter who complained of a toothache for some weeks , when someone examined her mouth and found a cancer had eaten through her cheek, all but the skin. She died soon after and the officers only allowed them to stop long enough to pile up a few rocks on her body. Charles Gatliff was her father’s name. He came back to Kentucky and I saw him after he was eighty years of age. I also saw his sons: Moses, Aaron, Riece, Jim and Cornelious. I also saw two of his daughters: Betsey Martin and Sally Faris. I suppose Joe remembers having seen one of his grandsons, Charles Gatliff, who moved to Missouri a short time before we left Iowa for Princeton. His wife was papa’s cousin, Polly Early, and your uncle, Harvey Green Duncan, married their daughter Lillian. I heard grandmother say she saw the Indians kill two children. It was very cold for part of their journey and once when a great fire of logs was burning where they camped, an Indian picked up a child that was standing near and threw it in the fire. No one dared to try to get it out. On another occasion, a woman was carrying a little babe, and she was almost exhausted, when an Indian jerked it from her arms and thrust his tomahawk in its head, threw the child to one side of the road, and drove her on. While they were in Montreal, the men were made to repair the British ships, and the women cooked and washed for the English officers. On one occasion the men found a cask of wine in the ship and drank the wine. The officers put them in prison or a guardhouse, and my grandmother Berry went to the guardhouse and begged for their release until they were released. I don’t know what their punishment would have been. I don’t know if any of the young men were put on the British ships to make them fight against their own country or not, but your grandfather (John Jr.) Duncan and four other young men were going to be put on a man-of-war in the morning and your grandfather’s oldest sister (Elizabeth) baked bread and fixed up some provisions. They stole a canoe and crossed the St. Lawrence to the American side and got away. They traveled through the hostile Indian country till they reached the settlement in Pennsylvania. In the outskirts of the settlement, they found a deserted place, an iron pot and a potato patch. I heard your grandfather tell how they boiled potatoes and ate with such appetite. Your grandmother Duncan told me that their friends did not know till after peace and they returned from Montreal, whether these young men were drowned in the St. Lawrence, whether they were killed by Indians, whether they were lost in the wilderness and perished, or whether they were safe. She did not know the name of a single one of her husband’s companions, and I never heard her say who they were. I am very sorry that I did not ask your Uncle Harve Duncan for he may have known. I do not know whether there was any fighting at the fort or not, in Kentucky, or whether they surrendered to the greater number without fighting. All the way I can approximate the time they moved from Virginia to Kentucky – my grandfather (Francis) Berry fought in the battle at King’s Mountain, and he also was a scout before they moved to Kentucky. After my papa (Lafayette Berry) got to practicing law. He got a pension for a Duncan McFarlain, who was a scout with my grandfather. I remember how the hair seemed to stand on my head as I lay in my trundle-bed and listened to McFarlain tell papa of their exploits. At one time he and Charles Miller ran, with the Indians after them, thirty miles to a blockhouse. As the prisoners were leaving Canada, they crossed some lake in a ship which was very crowded and manned by French-Canadian sailors. A storm arose and the sailors got frightened, and quit work. They started to pray, and cross themselves, when an Englishman, perhaps an officer, came on them and cursed and swore and ripped and tore around and kicked them, and made then get to work. Finally they got safely to land. I remember hearing my father tell of hearing his father laughing about it. Grandmother said there were piles of feathers floating in the eddies on the lake shore that looked like houses – the shedding of many waterfowls on the lake. My uncle Lewis Berry was born in Montreal. He died in the American army in the War of 1812. As our ancestors were coming home they passed near Niagra Falls. All heard the roar and some of the men went to see it but the women and children were too weary to go. They went back to Kentucky to where they had been captured and found men on their claims. Both your great-grandfather John Duncan, Sr. and (your grandfather) Frank Berry sued at law for their claims but lost the suit. Berry’s long tongue made him say the Judge was a perjured scoundrel. The Judge sued him for slander and got judgement for eight hundred dollars. Then the poor weary souls went back to Virginia where they had lived before they went to Kentucky and they raised their families there. Quite a number of their children afterwards moved to Whitely County, Kentucky, where your papa and I were born and raised and married. My grandmother (Sally) Berry, in her old age, came there and died in 1834. I only remember of having seen your grandfather (John, Jr.) Duncan twice. Alec Laughlin, your papa’s cousin, married in Whitely County, and moved to Tennessee where his daughter Eleanor Litton was born. He came back on a visit and stopped at his uncle’s (your grandfather Duncan’s) and they both came to Watt’s Creek where my papa (Lafayette Berry) and your papa’s uncle, Thanny Laughlin, lived. They stopped at our house, and it was a hot day, and your Aunt Candace and I had taken off our dresses and were running around in our Chemises, which were long and long-sleeved. They came on us unaware and we went to the back of the house and sat on a chest, while they laughed at us. I remember how your grandfather’s (Duncan) shoulders shook. He was very much the make and size of your papa but his hair was black and I think his eyes were blue. I afterwards saw him riding past our house on a white horse. He wore a high bell-crowned hat, and a blue jeans frock coat. (I have seen the hat and coat after I was married and have ridden the white mare, it was, whose name was Ginger). He was a dear nephew to my grandmother (Sarah Sharp Berry, whose sister Elinor “Nellie” Sharp was the mother of John Duncan, Jr.), and I know she loved him, and I know my papa loved him. He (John Duncan, Jr.) died from dry salivation by taking a dose of calomel measured out on a case knife blade by an old woman who had more confidence in herself than good sense. I remember when word came that Johnny Duncan was dying, my papa hurried off and took a handful of nails. Mama asked him what he did that for. He said to put in the coffin. Years afterwards I learned that was an old country superstition but its meaning I never heard. He got there in time to write his will before he died, and he moved him after his death. He had been dead six years when I and your papa were married – that would make his death to have occurred in 1832. Your papa (Dixon Green Duncan) and I lived with your grandmother (Mary “Polly”) Duncan the first year after we were married and she loved to talk about him. She said he was a remarkably strong man for his size. When he was a young man, it was the custom for the neighbors to all unite and help each other cut the small grains with sickles and the young women would do the cooking, and sometimes they would go to the fields and use the sickles to good purpose. Then at night they would have a dance. Your grandmother said your grandfather worked all day, and danced all night, for two days and two nights, without any sleep. I don’t believe his sons or grandsons, or great-grandsons could do that, even if they can ride a bicycle. I don’t know whether the Gatliff family moved from Virginia or Tennessee to Kentucky, or not. I only know that they were together in their captivity. I don’t know whether the British gave them any money to get home or not. My grandfather Berry never paid that eight hundred dollars. He somehow got a farm in Sullivan County, Tennessee, where his family were raised, but it was always in the name of Billy King, grandmother’s sister’s husband. (This was Elizabeth Sharp who married William King) My papa (Lafayette Berry) said your grandfather (John, Jr.) Duncan was so near gone when he got there that he was in no condition to make a will, but your uncles Harvey and Joe Duncan said for your grandmother’s sake, to have it done, to not add to her distress by breaking up her home, by taking two-thirds of everything and dividing it amongst the children, as they knew your uncle Joe Sullivan (husband of Narcissa Duncan) would insist on doing if there was no will. So the will was written, giving your grandmother everything – the farm, the Negroes, and everything else, as long as she lived, and at her death all to be divided equally amongst the children. I guess it was pretty hard for Sullivan to not to try to break the will, for after I was married I heard your Aunt Narcissa say: “The children ought to have had the little that was coming to them a long time ago.” But he knew that your Uncle Harve and Uncle Joe would not give him any child’s play if he undertook the law with them. They were the executors. If I were back to ten or twelve years of age, and knew more than I did then, how I would ply my grandmother and parents with questions. I guess I will close my pioneer stories. Nellie Duncan and Sallie Berry were sisters – Sharp was their name before they were married. Much love to all. Mother

Hi I found this on Genforum,under the BERRY surname. There is a 2nd letter,I will send it too. Gay Stewart Beam

Hi Sorry,Brooksher Bottoms was on thr "right"coming from Clarkesville,on Hwy 197.not on the left. later Gay

Hi On the surname COTTON I may have seen some information,while searching for Brooksher in Habersham co.Ga.that Near Brooksher Bottoms,a location in Batesville,Habersham co.Ga.there was a Cotton Bottoms also. Brooksher Bottoms was on hwy 197,on the left,just before coming to the stop sign at the General Store,it was located accross from the Ellene Gowder residence. Anyone else have that information? Thanks Gay [email protected]

Tiptin(Tipton) W Cotton married Clarissa Davis in Hall County, GA May 7, 1826. 1850 census - they were in Habersham County, Georgia 1860 census - they were in Banks County, Georgia 1870 census - they were in Habersham County, Georgia There children were: Giles, Julia A, Malinda, Benton, Jane and Jorsey If anyone has a connection to Cotton or Davis please contact me. They are my brick walls (along with some others). Geri Cullison Lilley [email protected]

My great-great-grandfather was Wiley P(aul?) Warwick, born in NC or SC July 22, 1802 and died April 22, 1876, probably in GA. He married Elizabeth M. Legg January 24, 1833 in Jackson County, GA and had seven children, six of whom survived him. He was a Methodist minister/farmer. I have heard that he was a circuit rider like his father, Wiley Prince Warwick (1771-1856). In any case he and Elizabeth had children born in TN, MS, GA and SC. I believe he spent part of his life in Habersham County. I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO KNOW WHERE HE AND ELIZABETH DIED AND WHERE THEY ARE BURIED. I ALSO NEED INFORMATION ON HIS ELDEST CHILD, WILLIAM ALLEN WARWICK, MY GREAT-GRANDFATHER. According to what records I have seen, he was born 1836 in TN and lived his later years in Demorest, Habersham County. He served with Phillips Legion, calvary, during the War Between the States. He married Amanda Elizabeth Goodrum of Habersham County and they had several children. I DO NOT KNOW THE EXACT DATES OF W! ILLIAM AND AMANDA'S BIRTHS NOR OF THEIR DEATHS, AND WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO HAVE THEM. Amanda's father was William G. Goodrum ( Feb 23, 1813-Jan 10, 1894) of Habersham. My mother used to speak of "Goodrum Hill" as his place of residence. I found him listed in White County in 1870 as William G. Goodman, but I believe that was an error in transcription. He was born in NC, AND I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IN WHAT COUNTY AND THE NAMES OF HIS PARENTS AND FOREBEARS. He married Dorothy Powell, a daughter of Ransom Powell and Miriam Rowland, on Aug 14, 1838 in Habersham. He and Dorothy are buried in the Belton Methodist Church Cemetery in Hall County. William's brother, Thomas, married Dorothy's sister, Caroline, and they lived in or near Blairsville. Please help if you can. I would be forever grateful. Lily Mullinax

REMINDER: Habersham County, GA is planning to publish a Heritage book. The deadline for submitting articles is May 1, 2000. There is no cost for submission of family articles if they are no more than 500 words. Each additional word is 10 cents per word. One free picture allowed per family. Clubs and churches are invited to submit articles allowing one free picture and a limit of 250 words. Charge of 10 cents per word for additional words. Pictures should be identified on the back so they can be returned to the owner. I will be glad to answer any questions. For a copy of the guidelines, please send me your name and address. Also list the name(s) of the family you plan to write about. Thanks for your interest. Lynne in the beautiful northeast GA mountains

Hello folks, I just heard about a new book being published on "The Heritage of Habersham County". Can anyone give me details about this? I would like to submit my families for this new book. Carole Carole S. Walker in Catawba, South Carolina [email protected] AOL Instant Message Address: walkerc36 ICQ No.: 22149680

Would the man researching the GADDIS family line please contact me? Thanks. Lynne in the beautiful northeast GA mountains