This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: thelamontster Surnames: RICHEY, BENEDICT Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.barren/19019.1/mb.ashx Message Board Post: There are no dates given in your message, so I am not sure which generation you are asking about, but I am descended from James RICHEY who was born in VA in 1744 and died in KY in 1822. His daughter Mary RICHEY BENEDICT died in Allen Co KY in 1866. I do not know if they are connected to Freely. Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: lynnsettle Surnames: Settle, Suttle, Sears, Mann, Whitaker, Stephens, Berry, Simons, Latham, Blake, Rager,foundf Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.barren/18625.1.2/mb.ashx Message Board Post: I would love to see the articles you have. I have at present been unable to find a link to this family, our Settle link is in Todd Co Ky, but many researcher think that George is the father of our Presley which is my brick wall. Thanks Lynn lls701@msn.com Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: CleoHolden Surnames: Settle/Morgan/Huffman Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.barren/18625.1.1/mb.ashx Message Board Post: Please, I would love the stories of the Settle gunsmiths/ rifles. George Settle and Mary Morgan are my 8th generation grandparents with their son, William and wife Elizabeth Huffman my 7th generation. I have proven George for DAR and DAC; Tillman Huffman, Elizabeth's father also to DAR. Most of my information came from The Settle/Suttle Family by Reece. Be happy to share whatever I have. Thank you for your consideration, Cleo Holden tcbelle@verizon.net Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: DebbyCavalcante Surnames: Settle Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.barren/18625.1/mb.ashx Message Board Post: William's brother George was my 5th great grandfather. I have a couple of articles about the rifles. Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.

Now, this isn't ancient history but .... if your spouse gets tired of you being on the computer so much, move over and let him/her explore this site. I learned about the Museum of Broadcast Communications last night while listening to the Jim Bohannon radio show (trying to fall asleep). The museum is in Chicago IL and they are building new facilities .... but when I learned what they had on line, I checked it out as quickly as I could. Their goal is to preserve radio and television broadcasts, important newsworthy events and really our youth .... they have clips of many thousands of radio broadcasts (going back to 1920 I think) which you can listen to or watch. The video stops and starts somewhat as the "buffers are loading" and each clip would be about a minute long of the tv shows. They have a gift shop with so many of the old programs on dvd's that I'd never have time to check them all. For fun, I entered "Pinky Lee" on the television side. Now, if you're my age, you'll know who Pinky Lee was ... the rest of you will never know! In the short clip they had, it brought back so many memories, I rushed home from school to see this program which was on either before or after the Mickey Mouse Club (the original even!). There are political speeches include FDR's fireside chats, JFK's assassination report, and I think even favorite old commercials. The web site is museum.tv You have to set up a password and all that (no fees) but then you can go through the archives and see Gunsmoke clips, Jack Benny, Richard Nixon's debate against JFK ... and so many more. It's just an extremely interesting site that preserves our broadcast history. So, if you're tired of genealogy for a minute - go check them out - but you'll stay more than a minute! Sandi SCKY Archives: http://archiver.rootsweb.com/th/index?list=south-central-kentucky Barren Co Archives: http://archiver.rootsweb.com/th/index?list=kybarren Sandi's Puzzlers: http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gensoup/gorin/puz.html

Rather than retype my christmas stories, I invite readers to visit my website and read, "Hughie's Dream", "The Christmas Play" and "Santa Had The Flu". Click on "Story Listings" on left of homepage.. Enjoy! http://hearlshill.freeservers.com/index.html G. Lee Hearl Authentic Appalachian Storyteller Abingdon, Va.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: Sue_Saathoff Surnames: Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.barren/6264.1/mb.ashx Message Board Post: benjamin thacker/anna grubbs/nancy clark children allen abner turner richardson elizabeth *children of benjamin and anna all born in virginia deliah synetha martha benjamin john abel* children of benjamin and nancy they were born in kentucky Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: knhent13 Surnames: Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.barren/19019/mb.ashx Message Board Post: Would like to make contact with any descendents of Freely and Frances Richey! Frances Berry was a cousin of mine, would like finish this line. Freely was born in Allen Co, but moved to Barren at some point! I have quite a bit already if anyone needs it! Happy Holidays!!! Harry Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.

Those of you who have been on these lists for any time know that I write a story every Christmas - a "Gorin original" so to say. This will appear either next week or the week after next on KYRESEARCH so if you're on that list too, it'll be a duplicate. I hope you enjoy my story of "The Journey" The Journey An original story by Sandi Gorin for Christmas 2007. It was a cold December day in 1791. The winds howled around the little cabin in Amherst Co Virginia and the rags fastened over the few windows did little to stop the onslaught. The fire in the big fireplace in the combination living area, kitchen and bedroom tried its best to fight the cold, but could not possibly overcome. John and Susan Summers, parents of three children, huddled on their makeshift bed on the floor. Baby Jennifer in her cradle was within arm’s reach of her mother, and just far enough away from the fire to be safe. William, age 2 and Mary, aged 4 snuggled as close as they could to their parents, drawing warmth from each other yet shivering under the worn blanket and quilt. Wolves howled in the distance, surely cold and hungry themselves. The family dog Rover was even allowed inside for the night and curled up as close as allowed, hoping for his own respite from the freezing temperatures. “John?”, whispered Susan. “Yes, I’m awake, what’s wrong?” “Do we have to leave now, in winter?” “I’m afraid so Susan.” “The journey will be hard, especially now, but we must try to make it to Kentucky County somehow.” “Your sister’s death so young and leaving all those babies; Robert can’t take care of them by himself, we must go.” “I know John, I want to be there, but no one leaves on such a hard journey in the winter!” We shall surely freeze to death, and think of the children!” “Can’t he hold on to spring when some of our neighbors are going west to Fort Boonesborough?” “No darling, we will make it with God’s help.” “I’ve found a man, a good man, who said he will guide us.” “I’ll have to sell all the cows and hogs to raise enough money to pay him his wages, and we won’t be able to take much with us.” “The wagon is smaller than I wanted but was the largest I could find at this time of year.” “Oh, John, I can’t leave Mama’s bureau, and Granny’s tableware, it’s the nicest things we have!” “We will pack the wagon as tight as we can Susan, maybe we can get a few more things to fit.” With that, Susan drifted off to a restless sleep, always reaching out to touch the face of Baby Jennifer or pulling the tattered quilt over William and Mary. The days flew by as John negotiated sales of all but one of their cows, all their hogs and spared one chicken for eggs for breakfast. They would be sold the last day in Virginie. Inside the cabin, Susan packed and repacked what they would need along the way, trying to figure out how to save some of her Mama’s and Grannie’s treasures. She would run outside in the cold and tuck things in the wagon which often didn’t fit and would sadly bring them back inside. She would have to add them to the list of things to be sold on the last day or give them to other family members and friends. She tried not to think about her treasures; she had to have room for the children, the dog and provisions. The cold wind would demand every blanket and quilt she had; thankfully the neighbor wives from am far as ten miles away gave them extra food and provisions. These dear friends she would be leaving behind, how she would miss them and how worried they were for her. The day had finally arrived. The sun was bright and the snow sparkled like diamonds. The children were excited, not knowing the danger that lay before them. The last cow and chicken had been sold and the sale of their possessions had netted them an additional $25.00. Their guide had arrived and his horse was stomping impatiently in front of the cabin. John looked tired and worn, much beyond his 25 years. He would ride outside in the elements with the guide beside on the horse; Susan and the children would huddle inside when the temperatures started to drop. Far away neighbors, hearing of the emergency trip, rode up on horseback and wagon, wishing them well, knowing they would never see John and Susan again. One neighbor lady who lived the closest, walked up to Susan and slipped something in her hand; one of the silver spoons that had belonged to Grannie. She had bought the set at the sale but wanted Susan to have at least one spoon. The old minister, Rev. Williams, stopped by for a moment of prayer and then, the wagon pulled away. Susan kept looking out the back of the wagon until she could no longer see that precious cabin that John had built for them before their wedding day. The days were long, the nights were fearful. Unfamiliar rivers and mountains soon took the place of familiar farms and friendly faces. The snows began again, beautiful to look out but making the way more treacherous. Susan soon lost track of what day it was and where they were. John kept assuring her that they were getting closer all the time and telling the children that they were almost there. He was looking more gaunt by the day, the pounds seemed to be melting off him. If he wasn’t leading the wagon, he’d hand the reins to the guide and lean back in the seat and try to rest. At night Susan could hear him stirring outside when he should be sleeping; helping to keep the campfire burning and the wild animals away. Eyes showed in the timber looking at them, yellow eyes and mournful howls. When the guide said they were about half way through their trip, the unexpected happened. It had been an exceptionally raw day the day before and John had worked harder than usual to keep the wagon on the little buffalo trail. The mountains seemed to be growing higher every day, the undergrowth thicker, the winds colder, the snow and ice more unforgiving. When Susan awoke, John was not beside her and she knew he had been making rounds. After throwing a shawl and one of John’s coats around her and leaving her children sleeping, she awkwardly climbed out of the wagon, trying not to slip on the ice. She looked around but couldn’t find John. The guide was walking towards her with a shovel in his hand, not meeting her gaze. She screamed out “John!”, but there was no answer. The guide approached her slowly, every step measured, every step pained and came up to Susan. “Ma’am, if you’re looking for your husband, I’m sorry …. I’m sorry.” “What” Susan screamed! “I found your husband frozen to death this morning outside the wagon. “The fire must have gone out while I was dozing and I found him with a stick in his hand, as if to toss on the fire.” Susan began screaming for what seemed like hours. The tears froze on her face as she trembled all over. Baby Jennifer was crying, the other children were peering from inside the wagon. “What am I to do?” “What’s to become of us?” The guide tried to comfort her and brought her over by the fire. “Ma’am, there’s no turning back now; we’ve come too far.” “I’ll keep my oath, and deliver you and your young ‘ns to Fort Booneborough.” “You will be safe there and I will protect you.” And, the trip continued. Susan was lost in a world of grief and barely noticed the trip through the Cumberland Pass. All she could think about now was taking care of her baby and the children, bereft of a father to love and teach them. She thought of all the happy times they had shared in their brief marriage. While lost in thought, the guide now rode the wagon with his horse tied on behind. Day after day, night after night, the miles slowly passed by. Finally, the fort was in sight. It was a brilliantly star-lit night and the skies seemed to radiate with their brilliance. Susan woke up as the guide called out, “Ma’am, we’re here, that’s the fort ahead of us.” Susan sleepily emerged from the wagon and her two youngsters stirred also. She bundled them up and they were lifted down from the wagon. Even old Rover who had been dreaming of chasing a cat, hopped down beside them. Before they were cabins showing out from behind the stockade fence and smoke drifted skyward. The stars were twinkling making the scene before them look like something out of a magazine Susan had once seen. No wolves were howling tonight and the stillness was almost piercing. Suddenly, they could hear something from the fort, but it was not a sound of sadness or fear, but one of happiness. Susan, the guide and the children listened for a time until they could make out the sound they were hearing. It was singing, beautiful singing and the songs were one of a joyous occasion; they were Christmas carols! It was Christmas Eve! A rider approached from the fort, likely a man on guard that night watching for Indians. “Ho, who goes there?” “”We’re from Virginie, bringing in the wife of John Summers and children.” “John’s wife? “Yes sir.” “Oh my, Susan, I’m your sister’s husband whom you’ve never met.” “Welcome!” After telling Robert the story of their trip and the death of John, Robert led them to the safety of the fort. The gate swung open, and a door of one of the little cabins opened immediately. In the doorway were her sister’s children, all dressed for bed, all excited as to who their company was. They saw Susan and her children, Baby Jennifer in her arms, and ran out into the cold barefoot to hug her. The journey was over. In 1793, Susan became the bride of Mr. Rufus Good. Who was he? Well, he was the guide who led Susan and her family to Kentucky County which was now the Commonwealth of Kentucky. He had decided he liked Kentucky pretty well; the hunting was good, the ground was rich and Susan was a beautiful woman. They lived for a time in a cabin next to her brother-in-law and tended his children as well as hers until Joshua himself fell in love with one of the other ladies at the fort and she moved in with them. Susan and Rufus moved into a cabin outside the fort which Rufus built in his spare time. The Indian troubles were still going on but had calmed down and they were in close proximity to the fort for safety. As the years rolled by, Susan’s son William grew into manhood and became a State Senator and a noted lawyer. Mary grew into a beautiful young woman and became the wife of a doctor whom she helped many times as a midwife. Baby Jennifer; she became a Governor’s wife and moved to Frankfort. Rover enjoyed many more years running through the woods and sleeping by the fireplace at night. Susan lived until she was well into her 80’s, an old age for a woman in those times. She was loved by Rufus until her dying day. Oh, by the way. Rufus built a tiny cabinet for her with a glass front. Inside she placed one special thing that was buried with her – her Grannie’s silver spoon.

The Paper Tree In 1986 I took my three year old grandson to Kentucky for a visit. I wrote his name on a shirt including the phone number for home and for Kentucky. I wanted to make sure he would be safe; of course it was an undershirt. He thought it was the greatest thing. I found a child’s leash, as I would be carrying the luggage. I was thinking of all safety things to do, so we could also have fun. Duane had his little suit case with special toys and his little red suit case read “Going to Grandma’s” So off we went to the airport for our adventure on the big plane. Duane walked so proud, even with people giving us the eye for me having him on a leash. But I felt good that I could let him be big and safe. He played with his toys on the airplane and looked out the window. The cars and houses were so small. He got his wings and a special color book. He really was very good for being so little. We arrived in Nashville TN airport and we had someone waiting to pick us up and take us up to Bowling Green, KY. Everything was exciting for Duane. We had a map to show him where we were. Once we got to Grandma’s house, (my Grandma’s) He was ready for a rest, after lots of hugs of course. This was his Great Great Grandma Mae’s and Great Great Grandpa James home, and he was the apple of their eyes from the beginning. The year before this my Dad had passed away so this was really wonderful for my Grandparents. My Step mom had bought a home a few blocks away, so we went down to visit her and her grand children. There was a house full, Duane loved it. He struck up a friendship with Josh who was closest to his age. Duane called him “Gosh”. Some mornings we would go for a walk to the playground and to Gosh’s house for him to play. One morning Duane got out of the house without me, I must have been in the bathroom or cooking. But he was not in site, the house was checked well, the back and front yard, down the street. Then I walked to the play ground, no Duane. So I walked to my Step mom’s, there he was!! My Step mom had called the house but I was already out the door looking for him. He said “I just wanted to play with Gosh”. We didn’t have a Christmas tree at Great Grand parents, so one afternoon he and I and Great Grandma Mae set down with books and paper. We cut out pretties to hang on the tree and cut lights out of colored paper. We cut out a yellow star for the top of the tree, and glued it all on. We even cut strips and made a chain for the tree. When we were done, we hung it on the front door. There on Christmas morning he found gifts. He really was excited and happy. Then of course we had to go to Gosh’s. There he got another gift or so, and got to play with Gosh. This was my best Christmas, and Duane talked about that Christmas for years and how he got to help make his own Christmas tree. This was also my first Christmas I ever got to spend with my Grandparents. It made them so happy for us to be there.

A Paper Tree (please see attached)

My special Christmas Memory is from December 1944. World War II was creating shortages for everyone in the U.S. I recall rationing of gasoline and other necessities - even the rubber in elastic for our underwear; was made to button during the war. The winter was very dreary that year and our trip to Grandmother's and Granddaddy's house was to become the saddest Christmas I can recall. My Grandfather died suddenly, while participating in a Masonic Lodge meeting, about 8:45 p.m. on the evening of 20 December 1944. He was 74, but a tall, large, robust man, and to a child, the unthinkable had happened. My Mother was one of 6 sisters, so every holiday gathering was usually a time of laughter, huge meals requiring separate seatings for the children, "pallets" for sleeping on the floor, pranks performed by the 6 brothers-in-law, continuous teasing of my little (5', 100 lb), shy Grandmother who had always been the one in the family never to speak out about anything.. One of the favorite teases was the fact that her first child had been born 9 months and 15 minutes after her wedding!! Christmas 1944 was like no Christmas before or since. Grandmother did put up a Christmas tree "for the children", and put wrapped presents under it, but everyone avoided the living room where it stood. On Christmas morning, only the smallest children were interested in their presents. Her house was quiet for the first time in my life, and I attended my first funeral ever. The hometown Church always seemed very large to me, but it was overly full for the funeral. I recall the Masonic Lodge members with their lambskin aprons marching down the aisles after the service, coming to get the casket and removing it from the Church. I did not go to the cemetery until later, and don't think anyone else did but the Masons. My shy, little Grandmother read her Bible quietly, but did not cry and show her emotions like all her daughters did; I remember that. Members of the family shortly returned to their homes in distant towns; I now wonder about Grandmother staying there in her home, alone, as I suppose she did - as she continued to do until September 1976 when she passed away. I was nearly 10 on that strange Christmas, that was not really Christmas at all. Mary Alice ________________________________________ PeoplePC Online A better way to Internet http://www.peoplepc.com

Christmas Memories My family was not well to do, but my mother always tried to see that we had a good Christmas. Things were not always easy in Cave City, Kentucky in the late 40's. We did not always get everything we wanted, but we had enough. One Christmas, I wanted a bicycle. I knew my mother would not have enough to get me a new bike, so I didn't mention it. I was about eight years old, and I had been trying to ride my sister's bike which she rode back and forth to the Wigwams to work every day. But it was a full size boy's bike and I was not nearly tall enough to ride on it correctly. So I would put my leg through under the crossbar, and try to ride it sideways. Then my sister had gotten married, and I didn't have her bike to ride any more. On Christmas Eve, my sister and her husband, Alice and Dan Lee, spent the night at our house. On Christmas morning, we ran downstairs and saw all our presents. I had no bike, but I was happy with what I had. Then my sister and the rest of the family took me out to the front porch. There on the porch was a girl's bike for me, that I could ride without putting my leg through the crossbar!!! I jumped straight up from the floor to my sister's arms. She had taken her hard earned money and paid $5.00 for a second hand bicycle for me. The sparkle in my eyes made that bike shine like brand new. That is one Christmas that Santa made such a special visit to Cave City that after nearly sixty years, it has still not been forgotten. Donna Reynolds DiPesa Sorry. It didn't attach. Here it is. > Attached is my CHRISTMAS MEMORIES contribution . > > Thanx. Donna Reynolds DiPesa > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Attached is my CHRISTMAS MEMORIES contribution . Thanx. Donna Reynolds DiPesa

Another rainy morning in south central KY as we tackle another week of hunting for our illusive ancestors! Charles has posted the answer to last week's puzzler and the new one for this week. Not too many of you jumped in with your guesses last week and I wanted to add just a little information. Robert Todd Lincoln, it is said, came to think he was jinxing the Presidents and tried to keep his distance! At his death, there was a decision to be made - where to be buried. Logically, he would be buried in Springfield, IL near his father, Abraham Lincoln. But it was decided that he would be buried at Arlington National Cemetery - and there his grave is about 25 feet from the next assassinated President, John F Kennedy! Coming from the Land of Lincoln and formerly living close enough that I could see Abraham Lincoln's monument from my kitchen window ... I was steeped in stories about our 16th President. Have a good week, try this week's puzzler by clicking on the URL called Sandi's puzzlers! Sandi SCKY Archives: http://archiver.rootsweb.com/th/index?list=south-central-kentucky Barren Co Archives: http://archiver.rootsweb.com/th/index?list=kybarren Sandi's Puzzlers: http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gensoup/gorin/puz.html

Dates shown when known, spelling as shown. James GORE, 25 or 255 acres, north of the Knob Lick. Ambros MANNION, 100 acres, wet side Long Creek. James RITCHEY, 200 acres, Big Barren, Oct 1804. Drury STOVALL, 400 acres, Big Barren. Robert HINDMAN, 200 acres,joins William McKEY, 13 Oct 1804. John McMAHAN, 200 acres; cites James NEVILLE, John HALL. Benjamin KING, 196 acres, on the road leading from Thos MORRIS to the Horse Well John JINKINS, 80 acres, Barren Fork of Beaver Creek; cites John SIMMONS. Hugh SMITH, 125 acres, Swearingin's Fork of Beaver Creek. Archabald THOMPSON, 400 acres, Figure of Eight. Joseph WILSON, 100 acres, Skeggs Creek south side. Sollamon DICKERSON, 400 acres, East Fork Big Barren; cites John SUMMERS. Michall SYMPSON, 300 acres, Big Barren; cites John SUMMERS. John BIRD, Sr., 200 acres, Post Lick,15 June 1804. Peggy CALLAHAN, 100 acres, cites Peter JACKSON & James BIRDWELL. 15 Oct 1804. David HARDIN, 100 acres, East Fork of Big Barren. William RENICK, 200 acres, Blue Spring Creek. John ALLEE, 200 acres, East Fork Big Barren. Elizabeth WHETSTONE, 200 acres, Puncheon Camp William BONNER?, 150 acres, White Oak Creek. Jonas WILLIAMS, 400 acres, Barren River. William SLINKER, 400 acres, south of Green River, mouth of Dry Creek; cites Wm THOMPSON. George BROOKS, 82 1/2 acres. Martha/Mathias? WHITESTONE, 400 ACRES, Lick Creek. John ALLEN, 200 acres, Beaver Creek; cites Ezekiel DOWNS John PHELPS, 200 acres, no location. David COOK, 400 acres, cites Wm EDWARDS line. David GOODEN?, 400 acres, cites a salt peter cave. David/Daniel DODDY, 210 acres; cites Hugh McCOMB's line. James CURTIS, 150 acres, Mill Creek; cites Nicholas HOWSER, Geden MAYFIELD (Gideon), Barney FLIN, John HARRIS, Arthur HAGAN. Joseph LARD, 200 acres. Randal HARLOW, 200 acres, adjoins entry of George JAMES on road leading from John JAMESON to the Bear Wallow, 17 Dec 1804. to be continued next week. Sandi SCKY Archives: http://archiver.rootsweb.com/th/index?list=south-central-kentucky Barren Co Archives: http://archiver.rootsweb.com/th/index?list=kybarren Sandi's Puzzlers: http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gensoup/gorin/puz.html

Would anyone be researching these surnames (ANGUS/KIDWELL) on this list? Judy Sanders ----- Original Message ----- From: <gc-gateway@rootsweb.com> To: <KYBARREN-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, December 07, 2007 3:57 PM Subject: [KYBARREN] Nancy Bertram BUSH - 8 Nov 1934 - 3 Nov 2007, age 73 > This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. > > Author: sgorin > Surnames: Bush, Mercedes, Bertram, Muse, Cagle, Moore, Spears > Classification: obituary > > Message Board URL: > > http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.b arren/19005/mb.ashx > > Message Board Post: > > NOTE: I have no connection, no further information and am not seeking additional information. > > Name: Nancy Bertram Bush > Residence: Glasgow KY > Born: 8 Nov 1934 > Died: Saturday, 3 Nov 2007, T J Samson Community Hospital, age 73 > Daughter of the late Haskell and Mercedes Bertram > Retired teacher of the Glasgow Independent School System, active volunteer after retirment at the Museum of the Barrens, enjoyed many countless hours researching family history. Lifelong member First Christian Church, active in the church choir, member Golden Rule Sunday School Class. > Survivors: > Husband: Dennis Reid Bush > Five children: Sue (Joe) Muse, Mike (Karen) Bush, and Kay Bush, all of Glasgow, Steve (Wendy) Bush of Rineyville KY and Lesley (Todd) Cagle of Franklin KY > Nine grandchildren: Brian Muse, Ashley (Derek) Moore, Drew Drew Tuck, Seth Bush, Abby Tuck, Jacob Bush, Allyson Spears, Patrick Spears and Megan Spears > Two great-grandchildren: Trevor and Lindsey Moore > Brother: Hack (Lillian) Bertram of Glasgow > Three sisters-in-law: Mary Bush of Glasgow, Reba Bush of Franklin and Velma Bush of Glasgow > Several nieces and nephews. > Services: 11 am Tuesday, 6 Nov 2007, First Christian Church under direction of Hatcher and Saddler Funeral Home, burial Glasgow Municipal Cemetery. > > Glasgow (KY) Daily Times, Monday, 5 Nov 2007, p.3. > > Important Note: > The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board. > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to KYBARREN-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: CRoweJr Surnames: Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.barren/670.1097.1710.1957.1995.1/mb.ashx Message Board Post: Linda, My Ritters start with my grandmother Hattie Ritter Davis of Cave City Barren Co., Ky. and go back Abraham Ritter Born about 1740 in Md or Va. The Line would be Hattie Ritter d/o William Johnson Ritter, s/o Ealey Thomas Ritter, s/o Joseph Ritter, s/o Abraham Ritter. I have thirteen children listed for Abraham,including John born Dec. 7, 1767. This would be your John would it? I had heard stories and have seen a photo at my grandmother's home of a Ritter man and his Indian wife. I was told she was a Blackfoot though. I can remember how grandmother say he was related to us though to save me. If you think we are related, way back and would like to share information, just click on my name and get my e-mail. I'd love to hear from you. Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: sgorin Surnames: Bewley, Matthews, Smith Classification: obituary Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.barren/19018/mb.ashx Message Board Post: NOTE: I have no connection, no further information and am not seeking additional information. Name: Loretta Louis Bewley Residence: Temple Hill KY Died: Monday, 3 Dec 3007, Barren County Health Care Center in Glasgow, age 89. Daughter of the late Benjamin and Geneva Matthews Smith Widow of the late Howard Bewley Services: Thursday, 6 Dec 2007, 2 pm, Temple Hill Missionary Baptist Church under direction of Hughes Funeral Home in Fountain Run, burial Peden Cemetery. Glasgow (KY) Daily Times, Wednesday, 5 Dec 2007, p.3. Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: sgorin Surnames: Smith, Tyree, Howard, McWherter, Haley, Holland Classification: obituary Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.kentucky.counties.barren/19017/mb.ashx Message Board Post: NOTE: I have no connection, no further information and am not seeking additional information. Name: Ann Howard Smith Residence: Glasgow KY Born: 20 Apr 1931 Monroe Co KY Died: Monday, 3 Dec 2007, T J Samson Community Hospital, age 76. Daughter of the late Jack and Ruth Tyree Howard Homemaker, seamstress, more recently had been the hostess at Barren River State Park and Rough River State Park Resorts. Attended Park City United Methodist Church Survivors: Beloved husband: Rev Burk M Smith Two brothers: R J Howard (Sue) of Glasgow and Tommy Howard of Tompkinsville KY Two sisters: Marjorie McWherter of Tompkinsville and Charlotte Haley of Glasgow Brother-in-law: Russell Smith of Bowling Green KY Sister-in-law: Jean Holland (Frank) of Pensacola, FL Several nieces and nephews Services: 1 pm Thursday, 6 Dec 2007, A F Crow & Son Funeral Home, burial Bethlehem Cemetery in Monroe Co Glasgow (KY) Daily Times, Tuesday, 4 Dec 2007, p. 3. Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.