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Anyone have a Sarah Davis/David, married to Benjamin Wickliffe? KY, I think, Muhlenberg Co. prior to the Civil war? She's a missing link for us. We'd appreciate it! Thanks, Sandy [email protected] wrote: > Hi Judy, I'm sorry for requesting so late, but I was just clearing out some > files and saw this e-mail. If it is not too late could you please lookup for > me a Nathan Davis and his wife Mary Scott. He was born around 1815 and they > had a son named Levi Davis. I lost touch with Nathan around 1850 or 60. > > I am looking for Nathan's father and mother. I have a hunch that his name > was William Davis, but no proof. I believe when part of Muhlenberg County > turned into McLean County that they hadn't moved just caught up in county > line changes. I would appreciate any info you can find. Levi left McLean > County in 1871 or 2. > Thanks, Jeanne > [email protected] > > ============================== > Search more than 150 million free records at RootsWeb! > http://searches.rootsweb.com/

Hi Judy, I'm sorry for requesting so late, but I was just clearing out some files and saw this e-mail. If it is not too late could you please lookup for me a Nathan Davis and his wife Mary Scott. He was born around 1815 and they had a son named Levi Davis. I lost touch with Nathan around 1850 or 60. I am looking for Nathan's father and mother. I have a hunch that his name was William Davis, but no proof. I believe when part of Muhlenberg County turned into McLean County that they hadn't moved just caught up in county line changes. I would appreciate any info you can find. Levi left McLean County in 1871 or 2. Thanks, Jeanne [email protected]

I'll post this again and hope someone might be able to help me: I need to know the enumerations of the following families in the 1830 Muhlenberg Co. Census: Ezekial James John John E Samuel William Thank you very much. Any help will be greatly appreciated. Anne

Hi, list. I'm posting again for any newcomers to the list: Does anybody know anything about the following in Todd Co./Muhlenberg Co. area? 1 William Crockett 1779 VA - Aft. 1860 KY? ........ 2 Eliza Ann Crockett 1812 TN ............ +James M. Pannell Abt. 1810 MD ................... 3 Mary (Molly) Elizabeth Pannell b. 1850 TN ....................... +Archibald Yontz b.1845 in Muhlenberg Co., KY ................... *2nd Husband of Mary Elizabeth Pannell ....................... +Alanson Capps abt.1844 in Hardin Co., KY ................... 3 Joseph Crockett Pannell b. 1849 ................... 3 Martha C. Pannell b. 1852 ....................... +Joseph Ross .............................. 4 Eda Ann Ross m. A.W. Mahan .............................. 4 Ada .............................. 4 Earl ................... 3 Ann E. Pannell b. 1858 m. John H. Riley 1878 ? There was a William Crockett in the 1850 Todd Co. census living with the family of John and Nancy Coffman. In 1860, Eliza Ann Pannell and family were living with William Crockett in Muhlenberg Co. In 1850, Eliza Ann and James Pannell were listed in the census of Maury Co., TN. Others living with them were Thomas Begley,25; Lewis P. Sayre, 25; Jane, 17 William could have had a wife by the name of Susan. Susan Crockett died in Muhlenberg Co. in 1859. Her will states that her husband was to inherit property. She planned to adopt William Winters as her son by law. Don't know if that ever happened. Naturally, I'd love to find a record of William's death or a will. Also would like to know what happened to Eliza Ann and family. I'd appreciate any information at all. Donna

--part1_be.fdf1bf1.27b87dd7_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 2/11/01 6:33:40 PM Eastern Standard Time, TBCTREE writes: > 1881, Nov 15 Thomas BUCKLEY m. Mary STANTON in Muhlenburg Co., KY > --part1_be.fdf1bf1.27b87dd7_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-path: <[email protected]> From: [email protected] Full-name: TBCTREE Message-ID: <[email protected]> Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 18:33:40 EST Subject: BUCKLEY Family of MUHLENBURG>HARDIN Co., KY To: [email protected] CC: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: AOL 4.0 for Windows sub 108 NEED HELP, PLEASE...with my elusive ancestor, Thomas BUCKLEY. 1852 Thomas BUCKLEY b. in Ireland. 1880 KY Census Index [1880: My Thomas BUCKLEY would be abt. 28 yrs.old] ?BUCKLEY, Thomas Jefferson Co., 021, 1 W. Louisville ?BUCKLEY, Thomas Logan Co., 375, Gordonsville 1881, Nov 15 Thomas BUCKLEY m. Mary STANTON in Muhlenburg Co., KY 1882 Wm Patrick Buckley [1st child] born in KY, Thomas & Mary lived in KY by 1882. 1900 KY SOUNDEX, Hardin Co., KY [Microfilm 8-B230L] Mag.Dist.#3,V.28, ED.44,Sht.9 Ln.50. BUCKLEY, Thomas, b.Dec 1852 ,47 IRELAND [citizenship-ALA] Mary b.July 1859, 40 TN Wm.P. b.Mar 1882 18 KY John T. b.Aug 1886 13 KY 1910 KY Census, Hardin Co., KY [Roll 8, b-200(T)- B250(M)] BUCKLY, Tomas[sic] 62 IReland Mary 56 TN John 22 KY 1910 Ky Census, Hardin Co., KY [033-0054-0242] BUCKLEY, W.P. 28 KY[all b. in KY] Katie 24 Hettie 4 William n/r 1920 Ky Census Hardin Co., KY [vol.85,Dist.57,Street 2, Ln. 74] BUCKLEY, Wm. P. 37 b.KY [all b. in KY] Katie M. 33 9/12 Hettie G. 14 5/12 Wm. T. 11 5/12 Sallie L 7 8/12 Clarence B. 3 1/12 Harvey W. 6/12 1920 KY Census JEFFERSON Co., KY Lou. 643 S. 7th [vol.49,144, St.1 Ln.72] BUCKLEY, John T. 33 b.KY [all b. in KY] Marie 23 Stanley H. 2 Does ANYTHING sound familiar to anyone??? Any help truly appreciated. Terri [[email protected]] --part1_be.fdf1bf1.27b87dd7_boundary--

NEED HELP, PLEASE...with my elusive ancestor, Thomas BUCKLEY. 1852 Thomas BUCKLEY b. in Ireland. 1880 KY Census Index [1880: My Thomas BUCKLEY would be abt. 28 yrs.old] ?BUCKLEY, Thomas Jefferson Co., 021, 1 W. Louisville ?BUCKLEY, Thomas Logan Co., 375, Gordonsville 1881, Nov 15 Thomas BUCKLEY m. Mary STANTON in Muhlenburg Co., KY 1882 Wm Patrick Buckley [1st child] born in KY, Thomas & Mary lived in KY by 1882. 1900 KY SOUNDEX, Hardin Co., KY [Microfilm 8-B230L] Mag.Dist.#3,V.28, ED.44,Sht.9 Ln.50. BUCKLEY, Thomas, b.Dec 1852 ,47 IRELAND [citizenship-ALA] Mary b.July 1859, 40 TN Wm.P. b.Mar 1882 18 KY John T. b.Aug 1886 13 KY 1910 KY Census, Hardin Co., KY [Roll 8, b-200(T)- B250(M)] BUCKLY, Tomas[sic] 62 IReland Mary 56 TN John 22 KY 1910 Ky Census, Hardin Co., KY [033-0054-0242] BUCKLEY, W.P. 28 KY[all b. in KY] Katie 24 Hettie 4 William n/r 1920 Ky Census Hardin Co., KY [vol.85,Dist.57,Street 2, Ln. 74] BUCKLEY, Wm. P. 37 b.KY [all b. in KY] Katie M. 33 9/12 Hettie G. 14 5/12 Wm. T. 11 5/12 Sallie L 7 8/12 Clarence B. 3 1/12 Harvey W. 6/12 1920 KY Census JEFFERSON Co., KY Lou. 643 S. 7th [vol.49,144, St.1 Ln.72] BUCKLEY, John T. 33 b.KY [all b. in KY] Marie 23 Stanley H. 2 Does ANYTHING sound familiar to anyone??? Any help truly appreciated. Terri [[email protected]]

Anne, The answer is yes to both questions. Evelyn

Frederick Burnham appears as a purchaser in an estate sale for Silvy Goodman in 1809 in Muhlenberg Co., KY. Silvey leaves her children, Penny to guardian Jesse Oates and Charity and Martin to William Oates. Frederick is noted as an heir. Does anyone know the kinship between Frederick Burnham & Silvy Goodman? Other purchasers were Spencer, William and Stephen Stanley. Stephen was the administrator of the estate. Frederick Burnham was married to Elizabeth (Stanley?) sometime before 1810. He owned land on or near Pond River. He moved to Calloway Co., KY by 1834. Thanks, Teresa Burnham Harris

Looking for information on Jesse Rose born March 5, 1901 Muhlenburg Co. died Oct. 5, 1987 "" his wife May Miller born May 29, 1903 Muhlenburg Co. died June 16, 1993 " " Both are buried at Miller Cemetery Any information will be most helpful thanks

From:   jan, [email protected] (j) I Once Knew a Mountain Woman (from the "Sunday Afternoon Rocking" series) When we met, two worlds were destined to collide…and grow richer because of one another. We sat alone on a summer night, gazing at the stars dusting the rich velvet of a mountain's sky, and she turned to me and said, "Why would you want to go to school now?  You are married."  Nothing in the realm of my experience at that point in my life had prepared me for such a notion as this…and I tried politely to cover my shock, and to explain why an education was so important to me.  I had never had to explain that before.  Perhaps she had never had to ask the question before. She would ask that question again when I was a young mother with a career.  "Why would you work now?  You are a mother." And nothing I could explain about the times and necessity, about the reason for working, about the years of preparation or the dreams, could she understand.  And as I grew older, I wondered if perhaps, just perhaps…she had been right. The woman of another realm of experience was there every time I needed her.  And I for her. I it was that she called to deliver her to the hospital for the birth of her own seventh child, and I who called her husband to tell him of the birth.  "Birthing" was a time "of women".  She hovered over me when I expected my own, warning me against sights or activities that might "mark the child", admonishing my husband to heed "cravings".  I grew used to the superstitions, and at times, came to welcome them.  A frantic young mother with a sick feverish child will not argue with a prayer cloth pinned to her child's night shirt, and she will grasp at homemade salves when drug stores are closed. She spoke words long out of fashion and sprinkled her daily conversations with superstitions and thoughts that fascinated me, and I realized a link with a world fast disappearing from the mountains her ancestors had called home for two hundred years. I sat listening to her stories, writing down names, recording what she used only her mind to record. She did not understand why I would write, but she understood I would listen. This woman who could neither read nor write amazed me in other ways as well.  A bountiful meal she could prepare before I could plan a menu…and never use a recipe.  She could remember dates, directions, names, events with astonishing clarity, and after a bit I came to understand that in compensation for her illiteracy she had developed an astonishing memory to take the place of what most of us depend upon our ability to read. I could not understand why one so handicapped would not understand nor value education.  She could not understand why it was important. I marveled at her ability to stay calm in the face of disaster, for it seemed to me that disaster courted this family, so different from what I had always known.  I would wonder at what I perceived as a lack of planning or caring.  I would ask myself time and again why a family did not reach for goals that would put such disasters out of the constant thread of their lives.  Time and again, I would ask myself what it was in this woman that she seemed to "give up so easily"…and then I would wonder if it was in fact a "giving up", a "resignation to fate."  Was it perhaps…faith?  I wondered at the manner in which she could so simply say, "I gave it to the Lord".  I never fully knew the answer, or if it were a combination of all of those things. She died much as she had lived.  As a young woman, she had developed a serious disease, and all hope for her recovery was given up.  When the doctors told her to prepare for death, she "gave it to the Lord".  She promised Him, she told me, that if He would but allow her to live to see her children grown, the next time He called, she would be ready, and would go without a whimper.  Her recovery was called a miracle, and the woman who entered the church doors unable to propel herself alone by any other means than crawling, stood and walked out on her own two feet that night.  Seven children she raised, and the last born when she already had been a grandmother six times over.  And when the last was raised, the Lord called.  She received the news stoically, and remembered her long ago promise.  She rejected life prolonging treatments, and the terminal disease did not take long to claim her.  At the end, she reacted typically, and rejected the sterile and impersonal hospital environment in favor of her own bed in her own home. She would die with the strength and in the old fashioned manner in which she had lived, and in the only manner that she felt the "right way" to go.  She told her children and her grandchildren that when the time came, they were to be there, young and old.  It was right, she told them, that she die in her own bed with her family surrounding her, all of them.  And so she did. When we met, two worlds of two strong women were destined to collide.  They collided without harsh words or ill feelings, without tears or anger…but they collided all the same.  Never did she fully understand me or my world, but I think she came to appreciate that I was as strong as she, in a world fast taking the place of the one that she had spent all her days in.  Never did I fully understand her, but I think knowing her, appreciating her…became a reason for my strength. Remembering, jan Copyright ©2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jan, I am amazed how words put in type can touch the heart in such a way. I felt what was written way down in my being. A true gift of God. Thank you so much. LUV YA TONIA THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH AND MY SONG (exodus15:2)

Thank you ever so much Evelyn. Did you mean to type 1830 below and is the second column in the males 5-10? Thanks. Anne ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, February 07, 2001 4:15 PM Subject: Re: [KYMUHLEN] 1830 Census Rice lookup > Anne, > William Rice in Todd Co, KY 1930 census has: > males 1 1 1 1 1 0 1 females 1 1 2 1 2 0 1 > Hopes this helps. > > Evelyn > > > ============================== > Visit Ancestry's Library - The best collection of family history > learning and how-to articles on the Internet. > http://www.ancestry.com/learn/library >

Anne, William Rice in Todd Co, KY 1930 census has: males 1 1 1 1 1 0 1 females 1 1 2 1 2 0 1 Hopes this helps. Evelyn

Would anyone be able to tell me if in the households of: Ezekial Rice James Rice John Rice John E Rice Samuel Rice William Rice there was a male in the 5-10 category of the enumerations? My husband's ggggrandfather was a Rev. George Rice born 1822 KY who went to MO on horseback at a very young age preaching the Cumberland Presbyterian doctrine and marrying in Ralls Co. MO in 1840. He then lived in Audrain Co. MO circuit riding in Audrain, Pike and Ralls Counties, and then in CO, KS and TX before returning to Audrain and dying in the winter of 1888. I do not know where in KY he was born but assume since he was exposed to Cumberland Presbyterianism, it would be in the western part of KY. So, out of the list of Rices I have for Heads of Households in the 1830 KY census, I am checking into the ones listed in Logan, Simpson, Todd, Christian, Muhlenberg, and Hopkins for now. Thank you very much. Anne Rice

Jan, That was great!!!! Thanks, Margaret La Rue

From:    Jan, [email protected] (j) Valentines Through the Generations (from the "Sunday Afternoon Rocking" series) The story goes that she was fifteen, he sixteen.  They married not for the sake of love, but to give his younger siblings a home. So it was that two mere children took up housekeeping to raise a house full of children.  They grew to love one another, to become old together and to have twelve children of their own.  They were my great grandparents. Pa said he and my grandmother married in 1910, when her family was about to migrate to Texas. She had been smitten by Cupid's arrows and did not wish to leave her beau.  Making their decision, they set out down the road, and on the way met the preacher. They married, he said, in the very buggy that sat for all of my memory in the shed out in the pasture.  They were my grandparents. A wonder the marriage of the next generation ever came about.  He had come to the city to work in a factory, and took his lunch in the same tiny corner diner that many of the time did.  She was the daughter of the owner and did not much cotton to the attitude of the handsome cocky young man who swaggered in, took his seat on a barstool and told her to get him a hamburger and "not to cremate it in the process".  Without a word, she flipped it on the grill, flipped it over, plastered the raw meat between two buns and then asked if it was raw enough to suit him.  They were my parents. I have my own love story. Two of them actually.  And although the first had not an entirely happy ending, it had a wonderful beginning, one I clasp in my heart and remember looking at my children, I am very glad happened.  And were it not for a washing machine, a Chicken Little bookmarker, a Scrabble game, the definition of "serendipity" and a shooting star, the second could not be told. And told they will be, both of the stories, to the grandchildren that ask the same questions I asked the generations that preceded me. So it goes through the generations, a story for each of them, a story that is the beginning of descendants that follow.  And perhaps that is the reason they find it of such interest...had Cupid's arrow not found its mark, they would not have been.  Or perhaps…it is just that all the world loves a love story. Behind each of those faces looking out at us from pictures and in memory is a story, behind each scrap of paper we find that proves an ancestor married an ancestress, is a story.  The stories are not documented in dusty old marriage records with their crumbling yellowed pages.  They are not recorded on the pages of a family Bible, and they are only to be guessed at looking at the gray hair and lined faces of old photographs.  But for those of us who have known our own stories, however they may have ended or began, there is an understanding that the story is there. If those eyes in a photograph could come to life just for a minute there would be a faraway dreamy look within them as they told the story of how it came to be that you are, and I am. Happy Valentine's Day, jan Copyright ©2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To Tonia Hawkins: Sorry, there was no Sweeney in the Manley articles. Judy

From:    Jan, [email protected] Telling the Tales (from the "Sunday Afternoon Rocking" series) Once upon a time when I was a very young woman, I worked in a public library.  A large part of my duties consisted of entertaining and telling tales to the youngsters who visited that entity that was so much a part of a small town with little else for folks to do beyond the work that was their subsistence.  So it was to me that the elderly lady came.  Her eyes bright and eager in a lined leathery face, she told me she had "tales to tell", stories her father and her grandfather and before them had told, and there was none left to hear them.  She asked if she might "borrow" the children who visited our story hours for a bit in order that she might "get them all told" again. The day she sat to tell the tales to a group of equally eager children, I did not recognize the tales.  Later, and too late to preserve the woman's stories, I learned something about those stories, and hearkened back in memory to the elderly lady who once gave me and a group of children a gift none of us may ever run across again.  Many there are who know "Jack and the Beanstalk", but few there are who know that Jack is actually the "hero" of a series of ancient stories featuring villainous kings and worse giants.  Those stories, commonly known as the "Jack Tales" were brought to this country by the early English, and generally nurtured and passed on only in Appalachia.  Some of the stories were gathered into a book early in the 1900's and preserved by one Richard Chase. I realized much later this woman had not mouthed the words of Richard Chase, nor shared only the stories he preserved.  She was telling the stories as she had heard them at the knees of her ancestors, and as they had heard them before. When I was a girl I knew all of the Mother Goose rhymes by heart, and had heard those old childhood "standards" (at least in my world) of "The Three Bears", "The Three Little Pigs", "Hansel and Gretel", "Cinderella", and more.  What I did not realize at the time was that  all of the stories I was told, beyond the regional folklore of the America of my pioneer ancestors, were of British, French or German origin.  It was much later that I would receive the knowledge that would allow me to peg giants as British, fairy godmothers as French, elves as German…and realize my ancestry could be pegged as well through the knowledge of the stories passed on through my family. For over thirty years now I have worked closely with children and literature.  A sad thing I see happening.  For all too many, there are no stories to remember at all.  Their experience with traditional literature is limited to what they have seen in Disney remakes of the same, and they have no concept what has been "added" by a movie maker and what is the story as it was told by those who peopled their own past. They are hard put, many of them, to tell you "who pulled a plum from a pie" or who it is that "stole a pig".  Having evening entertainment at the touch of a button, families tend to no longer gather in front of a fireplace of an evening with sewing or whittling in hand, entertaining little ones with the tales that were always told in a family.  And while it is of little importance in the scheme of things whether Cinderella actually had mice to help her prepare for a ball, and whether her name was Cinderella, Ashpet or Ashenputtel, it seems to me we have forgotten a literary heritage that points us to our past. A good thing it is, for those families so inclined, that the children's book market is now so large and varied.  For children of those families who value books, they can know now the folklore of any place on earth, classics, and wonderous imaginative tales with equally imaginative illustrations.  But without the stories that were told in a family, something still is missing.  The "old timey" stories, told only by word of mouth and unique to a family are those that can place a family in history, in a part of the world.  The "old timey" stories, told by grandparents and grandparents before them, are those that can open the doors to history and give clues to what happened to a family. Had I not begged my grandmother for a story, and the ensuing one been a ghost story, I might never have realized an ancestor worked an iron furnace.  Had I not begged a grandfather for a story, I might never have realized that the farm we called "down home" was once a hunting ground for Native Americans.  Had I not begged an aunt for a story, I might never have realized where it was in this country a family migrated.  And had I not thought back to the fairy tales I was also told, I might never have realized that I could match the origins of those very stories to the lines I have become acquainted with through genealogy. Time it is, I think, to turn off the box that robs our children of a literary heritage and tell the tales.  Time it is, I think, to make a pilgrimage to see what elders still live and put the children up to asking "for a story".  Before it is "too late" and "past time", perhaps it is time to remember we have a literary heritage, as vital a part of our family history as names, dates and facts. Just a thought, jan Copyright ©2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I think I have responded to all the request for lookups in the Edward Manley newspaper articles. Let me know if I inadvertently missed your request. Judy Penrod Purcell My Muhlenberg surnames: Penrod, James, Studebaker, Harper, Wood, Grable