Searching for ancestors of May Miller. Married Jessie Rose in Muhlenberg County. Any information helpful. thanks

From: jan <[email protected]> This week a young cousin contacted me. A young mother with young children, she has known much sadness in her short life. Within a few short years, she lost her mother, her grandmother, her grandfather. Literally she lost three of the four pivotal adults in her life. For some time now, the family home place has set alone and empty. I had never asked my cousin why, or what she really intended to do about it. I suspected I knew what the delay might be. This week she contacted me, and I heard her heart pouring out grief. The home place has been sold, and she knows this is how it must be. She recognizes the reasons for it, the practicality of it, even the necessity of it. But she hurts. She spoke of being able to go there and walk through the empty rooms, "hear" the long ago laughter and merriment of a family gathering that will never be again. She spoke of feeling near to her mother and grandparents when she is there. She spoke of the finality of what is about to take place. And she asked me for words…for words that would help her through this time. The best words I could give her were those of a story I wrote once when I too, recognized practicality and necessity…but felt the grief of finality. I sent her the Rocking column below. ***************************************************************************** ***** Saying Goodbye to a Home Place (from the "Sunday Afternoon Rocking" series) The day comes for most of us when we learn to say goodbye, not only to persons of importance in our lives...but also to places. This summer that chore came to rest on my own shoulders. Although I had tried to prepare for it, it was not an easy one, and the experience was a voyage of emotions and memories... I pulled up in front of a home place that had not been dwelt in for a number of years, and because of the circumstances, it stood as some encapsulated version of a time that had been, a living ghost of time standing still. My grown daughter beside me saw mostly simply an old home, one she remembered but not well, she saw an empty front porch with glider hanging limply from one leg. She saw curtained windows hiding rooms she knew housed dusty furniture in the same positions they had been left long ago. She dreaded sorting closets and wardrobes that held clothes from eras mostly before her own birth, plowing through letters and papers written long before she had joined the family. I saw something far different...and perhaps I saw beneath the layers of dust and cobwebs to another time in the same place... They sat waiting for us on the front porch, chatting, laughing. My father was there, my uncles. One reclined on the glider looking down toward us at the street, throwing up his hand to wave. Another grinned broadly, then went back to the story he was telling with animated gestures. My father tapped his pipe on a porch post and told me to pull the car up a bit closer to the curb. I knew they were reminiscing about the old times "down home" and after I greeted my aunts I would join them a while on the porch and listen to the tales I loved so dearly. Blink back hot tears...no time for pain...a luxury for later, perhaps, time only to be true to a family..to a responsibility...later...later... Laughter and merriment drifted through the open front door, fragrant aromas of a dinner being prepared drifted out to greet us. A rocker creaked in a front room and I peeked in to see Pa sitting with his Bible spread out in his lap, peering through a magnifying glass to read the words. He glanced up at me, brown eyes twinkling and asked if they had the "spread on the table" yet. For days we sorted, this box to Goodwill, this to a second hand store, that to the dump. And softly over my shoulder always a ghost... The pink dress billowed from the closet, and I remembered her twirling to show me how it would look on a dance floor. She pulled out the pretty "peek-a-boo" shoes that matched and told me that we would shop for some pretty pink shoes for me too. She sat in front of me and handed me nail polish so that I could "make her toenails pretty" and watched smiling as I tried very hard to do it just right. She reached down and curved her soft hand around my cheek, "You can be my little girl too, you know." And so, in a way, I guess I was, since my aunt never married and never had children of her own. Because there was so much to do, and such a short time to do it in....because the days were hot, and the house of another era...I could not stop to linger, but sometimes.... The postcards were of western steers and wide open spaces. My grandfather's scratchy handwriting was hard to decipher, but I was used to it and long ago had learned to make out the words a stranger would not take the time to do. He was in Texas visiting kindred, something he did almost every year...he wrote of folks I had heard of all through my childhood...and they were having birthdays, going to dinner on the ground, visiting one another, living and breathing again as he told of the fine time he was having. I thought I would write back to him, and tell him one day I would join him there... Surely no one would want these. Hat boxes...a grandfather's finery from the 50's and 60's. Hat boxes...an aunt's finery from the same era... the aromas....Old Spice. If I looked over my shoulder, Pa would be standing there smiling. Tigress...my aunt was laughing as she came in the door with a bundle of packages and surprises. I set aside one of Papa's hat boxes to keep...an old bottle of Tigress cologne. My choices of remembrances were odd ones. I warned my daughter that the small box of what looked indeed like something aimed for the dump was merely the menagerie of quirky little things that would go home with me, and she looked askance at my strange choices but accepted. And so it was at the end of a week, a time capsule had been emptied. Some distributed to other family members, some left at a second hand store, some taken to charity, some thrown away. The house that had greeted me with long ago conversations and laughter, long ago rustling sounds of busy folk in a happy household now echoed in hollow finality. Even my own ears could no longer hear them, my own eyes no longer see any more. Empty. Except for a few stray pieces of furniture here and there, all signs that a few days before bore evidence of a once vibrant healthy laughing family were gone. Whispers of the past softly floated to the floor, quieting as they drifted, settling at last among the dust to await the final cleansing, the final purging. Goodbye. And yet...perhaps it is not. What greeted me when I pulled up to finish the chore that no one left in the family was able to do lived not in an empty house, but in a heart's memory. I can see my father and my uncles as clearly in my mind sitting where I sit now as I could gazing up at an empty front porch with a broken glider. I can hear my aunts' laughter and see Pa's twinkling eyes as clearly as the day I walked through a time capsule of things not touched in many years. The things are not what makes them live. If that were so, the daughter who stood beside me could have seen beyond those things as well. She would have heard them, caught herself almost laughing with them, answering them, calling out to them. She would have smelled the same things I smelled and touched soft hands and seen flashes of the past. No, it was not the things in a house left untouched that make all this so real. The past of that house lives only in my memory, and I can revisit where ever I am. The past is not about a home place that served its purpose well, and now, for sake of practicality, must no longer exist for us. It is about a heart. It will live as long as I remember...as long as I share those memories with those who cannot. There need never really be a goodbye. just a thought, jan Copyright ©2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Note: Afternoon Rocking messages are meant to be passed on, meant to be shared...simply share though e-mail as written without alterations...and in entirety. If planned for a publication, permission must be granted by the author. Please forward sufficient information concerning the nature and intent of the publication. Thanks, jan) Sunday Afternoon Rocking columns are distributed weekly on the list Sunday Rocking. This is not a "reply to" list, and normally only one message per week will come across it, that being the column. 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This certainly brought tears to my eyes. It hasn't been so long ago that I did this. I didn't have a daughter but a sister-in-law that didn't understand. I had my choice of little things to bring home that made no sense to her. My brother understood. The hose had sat empty for a year but I went there often to 'collect' myself and to remember. And now I can do that as I look at my collection of things, strange tho they are to anyone else. Thank you for sending this. > > Saying Goodbye to a Home Place (from the "Sunday Afternoon > Rocking" series) > >

Looking for info on John Lynn b. abt. 1823 Muhlenberg Co., KY. am will to trade info and pics thanks Nicki

To those of you who took a moment today to remember my daughter Tabitha and my grandaughter Hallie,I cannot say THANK YOU enough! Today was a great day and both my girls are safe and happy. I want to say how much I appreciate all the kind words that were given as well as all the thoughts and prayers on their behalf.. You do not know how much I am grateful.. THANK YOU Tamara Kincaide To all my fellow genealogists and internet friends: Please include my daughter Tabitha and grandaughter Hallie in your thoughts for January 16 at 10 am. They need positive thoughts and prayers. Thank You Tamara

>From my family to yours on this New Years Eve I am praying for a safe and healthy 2002 to us all May we all have peace and love in the comimg year For all of you that have helped me in the last year in my search of my family roots I THANK YOU ! For all of you that I may have corresponded with and may have helped in your research I THANK YOU ! May we all be blessed in the coming years. For those of us with loved ones in Afganistan,I pray for a safe and quick end and that peace prevails Tamara Kincaide Evansville,IN To all my fellow genealogists and internet friends: Please include my daughter Tabitha and grandaughter Hallie in your thoughts for January 16 at 10 am. They need positive thoughts and prayers. Thank You Tamara

From: Jan, <A HREF="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</A> Beginnings (from the "Sunday Afternoon Rocking" series) "We will begin again". How many times would the words be said in a family? We can trace them back as far as we can trace and trace no more. And we can know those words were said since time began. Those words would have been spoken, or words very similar. Were those the words my fifth great grandparents spoke as they boarded a ship from Scotland and began the harrowing journey to America? Would they have stood arm in arm on a deck gazing across unending gray roiling waters, shivering, and wondering what was waiting? Would they have feared for their children in the hold below, and hoped only that the choice they made would yield a better life for those who could survive? Would the feeling in their hearts not be the same that so many of us have felt, in different times, under different circumstances, but making life choices just the same? "I will begin again." Were those the words an ancestor spoke when he fled the potato famine of Ireland? Would he have been so desperate that he little thought of what was waiting, and considered more the simple relief of running from a place that held nothing but emptiness? Or would he have believed the prevalent stories of the time, and thought of America as a place of richness with streets lined with gold for the claiming? Would the words "begin again" have had new meaning as he realized that the richness of America could only be realized with hard work and the resolution of a survivor? That must have been so, for I know his story, and he bent to pick no gold from the streets. Yet he survived. Were those the words another grandfather spoke when he indentured himself to come to the same country? He must have been a strong young man, sure of his capabilities to survive the hardships of indentureship he chose for himself, sure that he would be able to emerge from those years unscathed. And he would have seen the end of those years as his real beginning, would have clung to the date and memorized it, repeating it over and over like a mantra when times were hard. For this is what any human making his choice would have done. "We will begin again." Were those the words a Cherokee grandfather spoke when he left his homelands in North Carolina and shepherded his family into a white world? Were those the words other grandparents spoke to one another as the eastern shores became thicker and thicker with settlers, and the mountains to the west loomed with both dangers and promise? I suspect those words, or words very similar, have been said many times in a family. They would have been said always with a slight twinge of fear for the unknown, and always with a well of the hopefulness that is the legacy of all of mankind. They would have felt the same things we feel and have felt, each time we have begun again. This week my mother spoke of beginnings in the 1950's. "They thought we were crazy," she said, as she described how my father had left a lucrative job because he did not like it. It was the second time he had walked away from a life that would have made mine very different. He had walked from the ancestral farm knowing a living there would be hard to coax in the times that were coming. He had walked from a factory job in the city because it held no joy. He had taken a job at half the pay, and together with his young wife and new baby, they had ventured to a town where they knew no one, far from kinfolk, far from cultures they had known before. And all they had to their name was a new car that would take half their income each month to pay for. "They thought we were crazy," my Mama repeated, shaking her head. But "they" were wrong. We will never know how this family's lives may have turned out had other choices been made, but we know that the choices made led to a good life for all of them. Perhaps there was wisdom in the choices, perhaps there was an angel on their shoulders, whatever, but it turned out. My parents were young, younger than some of my own children are now. It is difficult to imagine how young they were, how lacking in the wisdom of life they would have been, yet I know it is true for I have long surpassed the age they were at the time. They had much to learn of life, and they were making permanent choices that would affect all of their life to come. They must have been fearful, and hope must have outweighed the fear. They had decided to begin. And I have decided to begin more than once. When one beginning waned to a hopeless ending, I would look around for another path, and choose another beginning. As all my ancestors have before me. And I suspect I have felt much the same feelings with each choice for a new beginning. As you have. As we all have. It is a time of new beginnings. And with the hope in our hearts that is the legacy of all mankind, with the angel on our shoulders that is ours to welcome, we will begin again many times over. Happy New Year to all, and may all of your beginnings be bright hopeful ones! jan Copyright ©2001, 2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Note: Afternoon Rocking messages are meant to be passed on, meant to be shared...simply share though e-mail as written without alterations...and in entirety. If planned for a publication, permission must be granted by the author. Please forward sufficient information concerning the nature and intent of the publication. Thanks, jan) Sunday Afternoon Rocking columns are distributed weekly on the list Sunday Rocking. This is not a "reply to" list, and normally only one message per week will come across it, that being the column. 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Looking for information on Daniel COX b. (ca.) 1800 NC , d. after 1840 ,mar. Jan. 15, 1830 Muhlenberg Co. to Sally (Sarah) TETTERTON , b. 1793 NC , one known son , Joseph J. COX , b. 1831 Muhlenberg Co., Ky. , d. 1916 Crawford Co., KS. . Daniel COX was the son of Joseph COX , b. (ca) 1770 , (prob. NC) , d. unkwn (prob. Muhlenberg Co.) , wife unkwn . Sally TETTERTON was the daughter of Thomas TETTERTON , b. 1762 NC , d. 1843 Muhlenberg Co. , mar. 1790 , Wayne Co., NC. to Anna HIGGINS b. (ca.) 1760 NC., d. after 1850 Muhlenberg Co. . Joseph J. COX (son of Daniel) moved to Greene and Scott Co., IL. , ca. 1852 , and mar. 1855 , Greene Co., IL. to Malinda MARSH b. 1831 IL. , d. 1908 Crawford Co., KS. , (daughter of Joshua and Arra MARSH). Other affiliated Muhlenberg Co. surnames : ASH , FLETCHER, DAY, MC PHERSON and JOHNSTON . Jeff McDonald email : [email protected]

Does anyone have any information on the following? Matilda,Eliza,Sarah E., or Goalson/Gholson/Gholdson Nutterfee/Nutafee/Nutterfield. All probably married in early Kentucky. Possibly Shelby,Fayette, or Nelson Counties. Also, need parents of George NUTTERFIELD/NETTERFIELD and Nancy McWilliams. Married, June 1804 in Shelby County.,Ky. George is shown as a member of the Davidson County Rangers for the Territory of the US South of the OHIO from 1791 thru 1798.

Seeking information on a George NUTTERFIELD,a member of the Davidson County Rangers territory south of The Ohio, 1792. Also listed as Lieut. Walkers Rangers, Territory south of the Ohio. Does anyone have any information on this. I have also located this information on the NARA site"Indexed M694". Does anyone have information on George or the Rangers. Where can I find difinitive information on the organization and on the personnel. Any help appreciated. How do I proceed on the NARA information?

Need parentage of Nancy W McWilliams, who married George Nutterfield, 6-24-1803, in Shelby Co., Ky. I Have her Name as Nancy Steppe Williams from family papers of Son Goalson Nutterfield, and the record shows Nancy W.McWilliams. Which is right?(What does the W stand for?) Also, a Nancy McWilliams is shown marrying Andrew Black 4-2-1801, and a Robert Simonton 8-25-1802... Are these 2 different women, or are they all, one and the same. Also, need parentage for George Nutterfield.

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From: Jan, <A HREF="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</A> The Overlooked Treasures within a Family (from the Sunday Afternoon Rocking series) The bold headlines of a newspaper are tantalizing and suggest to us that we might be "next". One often hears of "serendipity" in regard to treasures. Someone cleans an attic to discover a priceless collectible. Someone will make a wonderful find at a yard sale, and give pennies for something worth thousands of dollars. A vase that sat for all of one's life upon the mantle at Great Aunt Matilda's home turns out to be a rare antique. A picture removed from a frame reveals a hidden masterpiece. Again and again, we read and hear about the idea that treasures may be right under our very nose, and we taking our treasures too much for granted to recognize them for what they are. My mother cried tonight. She cried more than once. She cried tears because she was touched at the deepest part of her, and she cried tears because her laughter brought them on. She cried because of the power of another's memories, and she cried because of the power of her own. The stories had lain dormant for over forty years, at least for those outside of the vessel they were stored in. For that vessel, a cousin, the stories had been cherished, held tightly, and contributed to the man he became. For all that we have known him as a good man, I doubt many of the family realized what a treasure he held within until a series of unexpected happenings brought the stories gushing forth, willing to be shared. I have known my first cousin Bruce all my life, and not known him either. That is, I saw him on occasion and every time I did, I liked him and was proud to call him cousin. But I did not know him. For that, we can thank the world of technology and being able to get to know one another on e-mail. Odd how something so modern managed to tap the very tradition we both so admire. I fairly quickly learned how completely we were "kicked by the same ancestral mule". The love of tradition and the past and family elders came to us both naturally. I suspect we can thank the family genes and our common ancestors for those mutual loves. But it seems my role as the family storyteller better be taking a back seat; for cousin Bruce is far more windy than I am and can flat tell a good story. Moreover, his words can bring on a powerful lot of emotions within a few paragraphs. It began when I asked Bruce to tell me stories of a side of my family about whom I knew very little. Oh, I had the names, and I had the dates. I had the places. I had the proofs, and I even had photographs and wisps of memories. But I did not know this side of my family intimately. I could not picture a face without the aid of a photograph. I could not hear in some part of me a long ago voice. I could not paint a picture of a place in my mind, could not "feel" a personality, and I did not feel as if I "knew" these people. In short, though they lived in my time, many of them, I had lost the chance for that sort of legacy. Bruce had not. When I shared my pain at that loss, he offered to share his own memories. He warned me that he typed with one finger, he warned me that spelling might get in the way, he warned me that his keyboard had a habit of moving around on him. He warned me he had never tried to write a story. It did not matter. I was starved for the stories, and he was kind enough to take the time to give them. What began as a few stories turned into many, and before we quite realized what had happened, it was obvious that what this very quiet cousin of mine had done was to add substance to wisps of memories, to add flesh and blood to the bare bones of memories. What he had managed to do was make them live again, not only for me, but for all of the members of the family who either, like me had lost a possible legacy living in the time it was lived, or like the younger generations, had no chance to know the legacy. His stories became a gift to a family this holiday season. His memories became a bound book, to be shared with all of the members of a family. It will be shared with the older generations who well remembered the people and places he spoke of, and it will tap those memories and make them live again. It will be shared with those of our own generation who might remember or perhaps, like me, sadly did not. And it will be shared with those of a younger generation who had never had the chance to know. I daresay it will be kept, passed on and someday be shared with generations yet unborn. No doubt this Christmas many family members are going to be surprised, as I was. Even as the author of the stories was. He had no idea so much was stored within, bursting to be shared, to be remembered. For him this was a catharsis of sorts, a reliving of the past, and I have no doubt he lived a range of emotions as he told the stories, funny ones, sad ones. I have no doubt because that is the way they affect the reader. I chuckled merrily over his stories arriving daily in my mailbox, and many days I cried…but good strong tears, the kind that make one glad of a heart, and glad of memories to touch that heart. Tonight I gave Bruce's gift to my Mama…and I watched her play out the same range of emotions I had gone through. She cried more than once. She cried tears because she was touched at the deepest part of her, and she cried tears because her laughter brought them on. She cried because of the power of another's memories, and she cried because of the power of her own. Bruce is a quiet man, good hearted, loyal to his family. I believe he would have been happiest had he been born to the world of a hundred or more years ago. He has that sort of old fashioned aura about him, and his choices for living would fit better in the world of a great great grandfather than they do in the hectic bustling society of today. He would be the first to say so, too. He does nothing to draw attention to himself, and he lives quite simply. Nothing about him would suggest to anyone that so much was hidden in his heart, that a virtual tome of stories were cloistered inside that quiet exterior. Nothing would suggest the richness of the treasures he remembered and turned to as he grew into a man, as he decided what sort of man he would become. Yet, he alone, of all of us of this generation, had clasped the stories of that family to his heart, had taken the time to know the people are a part of those stories. And through those years that he was taking time to know them, he was watching and listening. He was in short, being molded by those years, and by that family. And he was storing up memories. Those stories are priceless now, and they will be even more priceless to a family with each passing year. He has managed to breathe life into the past, and he has, with his stories now on paper, given each member of the family an heirloom to pass on, a legacy that will never again be simply the collection of names, dates, places in a family tree. Newspapers will never announce in bold headlines the "serendipity" of the treasure this family will receive this Christmas. Newspaper headlines tend to tantalize readers with stories of rare finds only when those can be measured in monetary terms. Yet, I think what we found is far more valuable. How many of us, if we only stopped to take the time to talk, to ask, to get to know an "unlikely someone" in our families, might find that treasures may be right under our very nose, and we taking our treasures too much for granted to recognize them for what they are? And how many of us, if we only took time to think, are holding a treasure of memories inside of us that could live after us and make a legacy for our families to come, if only we would take the time to write them down? Just a thought, jan Copyright ©2001, 2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Note: Afternoon Rocking messages are meant to be passed on, meant to be shared...simply share though e-mail as written without alterations...and in entirety. If planned for a publication, permission must be granted by the author. Please forward sufficient information concerning the nature and intent of the publication. 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----- Original Message ----- From: "Ray Moore" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, December 22, 2001 3:02 PM Subject: [MOORE-L] Fw: Virus Alert from Brilliant Lea Archer!!! > Hello - This is embarrassing! I have two so-called "anti-virus" programs - and I > rarely open attachments. But I got on the wrong mailing list - and sure enough, > caught the virus. These instructions below seem to work - and I urge you to follow > them to see whether you are infected or not. Sure hope not. Some of you may > receive two messages - that's because I have you in a single address - and again with > a group. Wanted to make doubly sure. Mighty,mighty sorry! Ray. > > Ray Moore----- Original Message ----- > From: [email protected] > To: [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; Mary and Donald Bodiford ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; HILF[email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] > ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] > ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] > Sent: Friday, December 21, 2001 10:04 PM > Subject: Virus Alert from Brilliant Lea Archer!!! > > > > Sent: Tuesday, December 18, 2001 10:48 AM > Subject: VIRUS IN MY PC MAY BE IN YOURS > > > I received this virus by being in someone's address book....I'm sorry but you are in > mine....follow the instructions and delete the virus before it crashes you> > > > I found it in mine. Lea > > >I got this virus and chances are you have it > > >too since you are all in my address book. It lies dormant > > >for 14 days, > > >and then kills your hard drive. Here's how > > >to stop it. If you've got it, send this to everyone in your address book > > > > > > Remove it by following these steps: > > >1. Go to "start" -then to "find or search" > > >(depending on your computer). > > >2. In the "search for files or folders" > > >type sulfnbk.exe -- this is the virus. > > >3. In the "look in" make sure you're > > >searching Drive C4. Hit "search" > > >button (or find) 5. if this file shows up (it's an ugly > > >blackish icon that will have the name > > >"sulfnbk.exe) DO NOT OPEN IT!! > > >6. Right click on the file - go down to > > >delete and left click. > > >7. It will ask you if you want to send it > > >to the recycle bin, say yes. > > >8. Go to your desktop (where all your icons > > >are) and double click on the Recycle Bin. > > >9. Right click on sulfnbk.exe and delete > > >again-- or empty the bin. > > > > > >If you find it, send this e-mail to all in > > >your address book, because > > >that's how it's transferred! > > > > LEA ARCHER > RE\MAX "In Motion" REALTY > 12211 W. Bell Road # 107 > Surprise, AZ 85374 > 800-357-6331 623-583-2400 > Specializing in Phoenix, Scottsdale, Peoria, Glendale, Surprise, and The Sun Cities > Area > www.LeaArcher.com > e-mail: [email protected] > > > > > ==== MOORE Mailing List ==== > For any comments or concerns regarding this list, please send email to: > Pam Phillips [email protected] > > ============================== > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 >

NO this is a hoax. If you haven't seen messages on other lists. This file is needed. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mildred Moore" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, December 23, 2001 8:07 PM Subject: [KYMUHLEN] Fw: [MOORE-L] Fw: Virus Alert from Brilliant Lea Archer!!! > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Ray Moore" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Saturday, December 22, 2001 3:02 PM > Subject: [MOORE-L] Fw: Virus Alert from Brilliant Lea Archer!!! > > > > Hello - This is embarrassing! I have two so-called "anti-virus" > programs - and I > > rarely open attachments. But I got on the wrong mailing list - and sure > enough, > > caught the virus. These instructions below seem to work - and I urge you > to follow > > them to see whether you are infected or not. Sure hope not. Some of you > may > > receive two messages - that's because I have you in a single address - and > again with > > a group. Wanted to make doubly sure. Mighty,mighty sorry! Ray. > > > > Ray Moore----- Original Message ----- > > From: [email protected] > > To: [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] > ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; Mary and Donald > Bodiford ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] > > ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] > ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] > ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] > ; > > [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; > [email protected] > > ; [email protected] ; [email protected] ; [email protected] > > Sent: Friday, December 21, 2001 10:04 PM > > Subject: Virus Alert from Brilliant Lea Archer!!! > > > > > > > > Sent: Tuesday, December 18, 2001 10:48 AM > > Subject: VIRUS IN MY PC MAY BE IN YOURS > > > > > > I received this virus by being in someone's address book....I'm sorry but > you are in > > mine....follow the instructions and delete the virus before it crashes > you> > > > > > > I found it in mine. Lea > > > > >I got this virus and chances are you have it > > > > >too since you are all in my address book. It lies dormant > > > > >for 14 days, > > > > >and then kills your hard drive. Here's how > > > > >to stop it. If you've got it, send this to everyone in your address book > > > > > > > > > > Remove it by following these steps: > > > > >1. Go to "start" -then to "find or search" > > > > >(depending on your computer). > > > > >2. In the "search for files or folders" > > > > >type sulfnbk.exe -- this is the virus. > > > > >3. In the "look in" make sure you're > > > > >searching Drive C4. Hit "search" > > > > >button (or find) 5. if this file shows up (it's an ugly > > > > >blackish icon that will have the name > > > > >"sulfnbk.exe) DO NOT OPEN IT!! > > > > >6. Right click on the file - go down to > > > > >delete and left click. > > > > >7. It will ask you if you want to send it > > > > >to the recycle bin, say yes. > > > > >8. Go to your desktop (where all your icons > > > > >are) and double click on the Recycle Bin. > > > > >9. Right click on sulfnbk.exe and delete > > > > >again-- or empty the bin. > > > > > > > > > >If you find it, send this e-mail to all in > > > > >your address book, because > > > > >that's how it's transferred! > > > > > > > > LEA ARCHER > > RE\MAX "In Motion" REALTY > > 12211 W. Bell Road # 107 > > Surprise, AZ 85374 > > 800-357-6331 623-583-2400 > > Specializing in Phoenix, Scottsdale, Peoria, Glendale, Surprise, and The > Sun Cities > > Area > > www.LeaArcher.com > > e-mail: [email protected] > > > > > > > > > > ==== MOORE Mailing List ==== > > For any comments or concerns regarding this list, please send email to: > > Pam Phillips [email protected] > > > > ============================== > > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, > go to: > > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > > > > > > ============================== > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > > > --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.309 / Virus Database: 170 - Release Date: 12/17/01

Could anyone search the 1840 census for Zachariah Rose, born about 1824 Appears in 1850 census, Muhlenberg Co. Married to Susannah Any information helpful. thanks

Child name county of birth mothers name date of birth of child FARMER OPAL C OHIO TAYLOR CLARA 5 27 1919 FARMER RAY D OHIO TAYLOR IVORY 9 1 1918 FARMER RUBY T OHIO TAYLOR CLARA 12 17 1913 FARMER VERA OHIO HESTON IDA 7 4 1915 FARMER WILBER L OHIO HELTON IDA 8 22 1913 FARNNAN GERTRUDE M OHIO QUESSENBERRY PEAL 1 11 1920 FARRIS CHARLES OHIO HOWARD ARA 9 25 1920 FARRIS EARL OHIO FERGISON KATTIE 12 24 1915 FARRIS FLOYD M OHIO CRUMES PEARL 11 22 1919 FARRIS LALEY E OHIO KISSINGER ANGA 12 22 1912 FARRIS ORA M OHIO FERGUSON KATIE 9 17 1917 Tamara To all my fellow genealogists and internet friends: Please include my daughter Tabitha and grandaughter Hallie in your thoughts for January 16 at 10 am. They need positive thoughts and prayers. Thank You Tamara

Whoops Childs name is first followed by county of birth and then mothers name and date of birth Tamara K To all my fellow genealogists and internet friends: Please include my daughter Tabitha and grandaughter Hallie in your thoughts for January 16 at 10 am. They need positive thoughts and prayers. Thank You Tamara