At 09:54 PM 2/2/00 -0600, you wrote: >Great!! on your find. > >Ok, now off to Robertson Co TN with you, and find my Adcock behind Robertson. Oh my! I wish I knew what suggest for you. This just happened for me, I had no idea there would be anyone who'd remember those names... We're talking a hundred years since William COOK was killed in the accident. I was just lucky... if it will do any good, I wish you the same kind of luck in YOUR search. >I have picked Robertson apart but the ggggrandfather died like in his 50's and family >kinda just went every which way. I am slowly piecing the family back together but need >that person with THAT certain piece of paper. > >I understand how good it feels to make those finds. It is indeed, a special feeling to suddenly find out that I am not alone and that the first step of the journey has been taken. But the quest is far from over. Now I must gather as much family history as I can before the sources are gone! 130 years of family needs to be recorded. A thought I wrote down years ago: There will be time to persue the ancestors here and there but, for now, I must gather what I can about my forefathers AND chase the ghosts of nevermore whilst we sip our drinks and speak softly of things they did with kind and loving hearts. Tell me a tale of common men, of hearty laughter, and burning tears. Speak of their wisdom and not their faults for there, but for the grace of God, go we all. Sleep well my gentle spirits and know ye that this tale we weave of times gone by will live evermore and thus so shall ye. Rest now, for your labors were many and rewards were all too few. Let me embrace your memory and feel the iron hands in velvet gloves that made a heart a home. Hewn from the wilderness, a country borne of strife, stands now tall in the eye of the world because of the love you shared for it. Good men, strong and true, that is our legacy and know ye this, no man had deeper love than those who died to defend what they believed was right. These are your ancestors and mine. A comon voice that will not be silenced and a kindred spirit that will not go quietly in the night. Seek ye not a spectre for there be none here. This path was walked by my Grandfathers and hallowed they made it for they knew one day we too would walk the path to the undiscovered country. Once there bourne no man returns and yet his memory lives, the flame kept alive in the hearts of his children's children. Speak their names lowly and they will live evermore, for no man can dispatch a memory. Gary E Cooke E-mail: gcooke@meonline.net