Posted on: Miller Queries Reply Here: http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/gc/FamilyAssoc/Miller/10782 Surname: Miller, Muller, Mueller ------------------------- William b. 1835, Samuel William b.1829 and John Jr. b.1843, all born in Switzerland. The only one I haven't found info on is William. He moved to CA in 1880's family never heard from him. Between three kids we have found 600 family members and growing. mari

Posted on: Miller Queries Reply Here: http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/gc/FamilyAssoc/Miller/10781 Surname: MILLER ------------------------- I am interested in the "other children", siblings of Lena and Sophia. What were the brothers names and ages? I have a Francis in IL near Okawville, Washington County, IL. He married there in 1860. Any connection to your sisters?

Posted on: Miller Queries Reply Here: http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/gc/FamilyAssoc/Miller/10780 Surname: Miller, Muller, mueller ------------------------- I am looking for information on two sister. They came to Wisconsin from Switzerland with their Father John Jacob and four brother and sisters. The family moved to Missouri and the two sisters Lena and Sophia married and stayed in WI. I have thier birthdates as lena 1831 and Sophia 1838. If you have info would love to share. Have mega info on other children. mari wizardmari@hotmail.com

I have record of a land deal my James Ingram did in 1818 from Breckenridge, Ky. using a lawyer by the name of Wm. Miller. In the New Albany, In. Library this James Ingram's son wrote in the bible about Will Miller - Cave in Rock. I think the Miller's may have married into the Ingram line. Anyone knowledgable about Lawyers? dianne ingram in oregon __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Auctions - buy the things you want at great prices http://auctions.yahoo.com/

Am enclosing what I think my James Ingram 1818 land deal said. Looking for someone who recognizes names/places.Know all men by those present that I, James Ingram of Breckenridge County State of Kentucky for d_____good known consideration me hereunto premises have made or ____,authorized, nominated and appointed and by those present do make ordain authorize nominate appoint John Miller of Hawkins County state of Tennessee my true and lawful attorney for ____my from to bargain and sell the tract of land that the said Ingram bought of Wm. Gabell it being lying on Brook Creek in Hawkins County State of Tennessee has no yea that I do authorize my said attorney to make a ____and warrant _____from all person witnessing ____ ____ such as is common in duty for such____ or mice as be my said attorney may be fit in terminating and also for me and in my ____to me all ____0 of money due me to sell es___ and sealing such ____ of conveyance and shall and maybe lawful irrevocable so as if I was personally present and did the act myself hereby notifying confirming all such deed or duty convering which shall at any time hereafter be sealed and executed by my said attorney ____ or concerning the premise above mentioned in _____whereof and from herewith set my hand ______my seal the 20th of April 1818. Present: Miller Ingram James Ingram __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Auctions - buy the things you want at great prices http://auctions.yahoo.com/

James MILLER b. abt 1725 Scotland or Ireland died 1795 Spartanburg left will naming his children as Jane, James b. 1780 m. Adenia, John, Samuel b. 1781 m. Sally Chamblin, Nathaniel b. 1778 m. Margaret went to AL., Charles m. Synthisis Roberts went to S. GA, Josiah m. Ann stayed Spartanburg, Thomas d. 1820 Spartan, two other children not named in will because he already gave them land were Robert and William N. MILLER. Do you want to discuss these folks? Charles

Robert MILLER died Mecklenburg 1765 left a will naming his children and wife Mary: Elizabeth 1726 m. Adam MEEK, Mary m. Wm. Neely, Hannah or Ann m. Cpt Alexander Lewis, James m. Mary NEELY, Robert Jr., Nathaniel m. elizabeth colson went to south GA, John m. Margaret he also died 1765. Want to discuss these fine people? Charles

Nathaniel MILLER b. 1738 Ireland m. Elizabeth Colson and they pioneered in old St. George's parish the forerunner of Burke Co GA in 1759. After her death he married Sarah Williamson. Does anybody want to swap stories and chew the fat about this family? I need his descendants; will trade his Ancestry for same. Charles.

These Miller's on the Hocking County 1840 Census: Does anyone know which is the father of George W? David 173 salt creek Frederick 143 Logan George 134 Marion Conrad 173 Salt Creek George W. 134 Marion, (this one is mine) Jacob 136 Marion Jacob 134 Marion Jacob 173 Salt Creek John 134 Marion Joseph 157 Green Twp. Joseph C. 134 Marion Nathan 136 Marion Also in Hocking County living next door to George W. is one William Weaver 134 Marion. George married his daughter Margaret. William Weaver was married to Barbara Stouder. If this sounds familiar please contact me., Oh George and Alcinda Weaver Miller are buried in Skagit County, Washington. Shirley Combs

I would to apologize to everyone on the list for any problems caused when I posted to the list a couple of days ago.I have not post to the list in a long time. When I made a inquiry it was about 45 min later I recieved a reply with a attachment. Stupid me didn't think. all I thought was that I finally had some information on this person. Wrong!!! what I got was a virus. As soon as I realised the problem I tried to warn everyone. I hope the person on the list who sent it to me didn't do it on purpose. Again I am sorry for any problems this may have cause. A lesson well learned the hard way Chalryne

Cave-In-Rock is now an Illinois state park. Its located at the extreme south end of Illinois, where the Ohio river joins the Mississippi. Historically, in the days of the frontier, it was for some years a place where pirates and others who preyed on those travelling up and down the river. > From: Dianne Ingram <diannein@yahoo.com> > Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 11:05:44 -0700 (PDT) > To: MILLER-L@rootsweb.com > Subject: [MILLER-L] Does anyone recogize these Millers? > > Everytime I go through the information that can be > found in the New Albany, In. Library from Dr. George > H. Ingram/Miller Bible - I find something new. > > On the Inside front cover is: > Will Miller Cave in Rock

There is a Cave in Rock in Gallatin County, Illinois on banks of Ohio River, Near Shawneetown, Illinois,Kentucky on other side of River. Wadene Bennett

How to locate place names??? > >(from another list) >The USGS GNIS mapping site is great for this! Can't read the name? For the >variant spelling click "yes" ...stick in the state and county...if you spell >it right : ) ...and it will pop up with some names...sometimes for places >that "aren't" anymore! > ><A HREF="http://mapping.usgs.gov:8888/gnis/owa/gnisprod?f_name=Homer&variant=Y& f_state=NY&f_cnty=&f_type=&pop1=&pop2=&elev1=&elev2=&cell=&tab=y">http://map ping.usgs.gov:8888/gnis/owa/gnisprod?f_name=Homer&variant=Y& >f_state=NY&f_cnty=&f_type=&pop1=&pop2=&elev1=&elev2=&cell=&tab=y</A> > --Cousin Parks Miller ----------------- -----Original Message----- From: Dianne Ingram <diannein@yahoo.com> To: MILLER-L@rootsweb.com <MILLER-L@rootsweb.com> Date: Tuesday, April 24, 2001 2:17 PM Subject: [MILLER-L] Does anyone recogize these Millers? >Everytime I go through the information that can be >found in the New Albany, In. Library from Dr. George >H. Ingram/Miller Bible - I find something new. > >On the Inside front cover is: >Will Miller Cave in Rock > >Guir(Guie) Lanebe (Lauebe??) >Ray ? >Marion Thomas (or Thom??) >Walter Thomas >Johnie Sharer (or Starer??) >Ed Keeling >Fred Keeling > >Back Cover - Inside - Will Miller Cave in Rock >Back flyleaf outside: Prezent to Will Miller from > Mrs. E. Hastings > >On the back side of leaf between the New and Old >Testament: >James F. Miller was bornd Nov. 16th 1863 >Marry E. Miller was born DEC 20th 1865 >William D. Miller was bornd MAR 4th 1873 >Marry E. Miller dide AUG 5th 1867 >James F. Miller deaid MAR 20th 1880. > >Different handwriting: Harry Barcom (Or Barcorn??) >was born FEB 14 1875. > >I have no other information on the above names. It is >believed a Thomas Ingram married a Miller girl. She >died in childbirth with a child they named Miller >Ingram. Born probably in Hawkins Co., TN. I would >guess before 1800. > >Is there such a place as Cave in Rock? What state >would that be? > >I hope the above information helps someone - who will >in turn help me, since I am in the dark about exactly >how/when Miller married into our line. > >dianne ingram in oregon > >__________________________________________________ >Do You Yahoo!? >Yahoo! Auctions - buy the things you want at great prices >http://auctions.yahoo.com/ >

Diane - There is a Cave in Rock State Park in Hardin County, Illinois, on the border with Kentucky. There may be a small town of that name there also. Ed

Everytime I go through the information that can be found in the New Albany, In. Library from Dr. George H. Ingram/Miller Bible - I find something new. On the Inside front cover is: Will Miller Cave in Rock Guir(Guie) Lanebe (Lauebe??) Ray ? Marion Thomas (or Thom??) Walter Thomas Johnie Sharer (or Starer??) Ed Keeling Fred Keeling Back Cover - Inside - Will Miller Cave in Rock Back flyleaf outside: Prezent to Will Miller from Mrs. E. Hastings On the back side of leaf between the New and Old Testament: James F. Miller was bornd Nov. 16th 1863 Marry E. Miller was born DEC 20th 1865 William D. Miller was bornd MAR 4th 1873 Marry E. Miller dide AUG 5th 1867 James F. Miller deaid MAR 20th 1880. Different handwriting: Harry Barcom (Or Barcorn??) was born FEB 14 1875. I have no other information on the above names. It is believed a Thomas Ingram married a Miller girl. She died in childbirth with a child they named Miller Ingram. Born probably in Hawkins Co., TN. I would guess before 1800. Is there such a place as Cave in Rock? What state would that be? I hope the above information helps someone - who will in turn help me, since I am in the dark about exactly how/when Miller married into our line. dianne ingram in oregon __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Auctions - buy the things you want at great prices http://auctions.yahoo.com/

Subject: Autobiography: John T. Miller JOHN THORNTON MILLER - Born: October 14, 1839 - Rising Fawn, Dade County, Georgia Died: 1921 - Arkansas Enlisted as a private in Co. K. 10th Regt. Ga State Troops Dec. 16, 1861. Mustered out May 1862. Enlisted as a private in Co. F 34th Regt. GA. Inf. May 17, 1862, Captured at Vicksburg, Mississippi, Jury 4, 1863, and paroled there on July 8, 1863. Record from 34th Regiment Georgia Volunteer infantry, C. S. A. John Thornton Miller served in the Arkansas State Legislature and was a gubernatorial candidate in the State of Arkansas. He was the author of the following autobiography which is due to be published in the Dade County Historical Book: An Autobiographical Sketch of My Life By John Thornton Miller April 1st, 1914 – The task of writing an autobiographical sketch of my life is requested of me by one of my children - a work had I begun a few years ago would have been much lighter, for then I could see good, and now my eyes are dim and my mind is not so clear, and my memory is so impaired that many incidents I would gladly record will be forgotten. I was born in the great old state of Georgia. The very name is precious to me, and I still love not only the name of the state, but the county of Dade, and the town of Rising Fawn - now quite a town - on the Chattanooga and Wills Valley Railroad. My mother and father recorded the day of my birth at the 14th day of October, 1839; I being the sixth child, with three brothers and two sisters older, and three brothers younger than I. The older brothers married and went away, and the farm work and leadership fell on me. The three younger brothers and myself did most of the farm work. What piles of corn and garners of wheat we made! What fine hogs, meat and lard! To get out on the road, or farm, with a fine yoke of oxen and a good wagon was a fine past time. It was fun to load the team and see them get down to pulling. Sometimes I would walk out on the wagon tongue and get astride ‘Old Buck,’ and get ditched. This was not so funny, but it mixed in occasionally. +++ April 2nd, 1914. –My father’s farm of 420 acres lay in a little creek which I shall call Cove Creek, because it drained what was in the early days of that county called the Lost Cove. Sometimes this stream would get out on our land. It was crooked, and in the crooks the land was very rich. Bill and I called these little crooks ‘newks.’ My, what corn we made in those newks! This Cove Creek emptied into Lookout Creed – a larger stream, and it in turn emptied into the Tennessee River 20 miles below us and at the mouth of the Lookout Valley about eight miles southwest of Chattanooga, to us a big town then. We did our marketing there. Corn, meal, potatoes, and other farm products were hauled there. We did not grow much cotton then except for home use. We had no gins, and had to pick the seed out of the cotton with our fingers. This we usually did after supper before bedtime. And now, children, you may think this is a romance, but it is a fact as sure as you are born. Then mother carded the cotton and made our summer wear. One pair of red leather shoes – home-made, at that –was our share of shoes a year. These we got about the first week of December. We were proud, and ‘stepped high.” On these creeks, we boys would fish, and swim, and kill moccasins. I dream of the creeks, and newks, and swimming holes and cane-brakes now some nights. They all lookjust like they did sixty years ago – that is, in dreamland. The old foot-logs, the wash place, the mill over on the bank, the big scaly-bark tree just there by the wash place – I shall never see them again only in dreams. Well, children, I have said enough about the creeks and the farm. I could write all day of reminiscences of the days spent up and down the creeks, of hairbreadth escapes, snake scares, strangles, and deep wadings. But there are some other matters of which I must tell you. There is Old Pleasant Grove Log Meeting House, and the school a mile away. Professor A.R. Morrison is teaching. He was the best teacher I ever went to school to. The house was a big pine-hewed log house with great cracks. We boys who were in arithmetic would sit out of doors to study, throw stones at the birds, talk and laugh and have a good time generally. Well, the preacher preached in this old house and when it was Circuit Preaching Day, we quit work about ten o’clock in the morning and went to meeting. (I wish the people would do that way now.) The preacher would sometimes come home with us, and Bill and I were always glad, for mother always fixed something good to eat when he came. We would likely have chicken, biscuits, ham and gravy, or sausage and such like. Somehow, I learned to love the preacher, and that learning has been a habit of my life. I still love a man of God. There have been many changes since those days in the modes of living and acting, but the Word of God has not changed, and the Word is no lost. If I could I would go back there and walk over the old places so sacred to me, made so by the scenes and experiences of my youth. There are mountains there one of which I would balance against all the mountains of Montgomery County (Arkansas). I desire to stand in the valley of my birth and gaze on those lofty peaks and cliffs! When I was seventeen years old I began to feel the need of an education, and asked my father for the sum of one hundred dollars, which then would pay my way ten months in an academy at Trenton, Ga., the county seat. Father said, “All right, John, make a big crop this year, and I will send you next year.” We made the crop and when we got it harvested, I asked him for the money. He told me that that was more than he had been able to do for the other boys and so put me off. As a result of my disappointment, I started to Texas. I started from home on the sixth day of October 1858, with my now sainted brother, Joe. As I remember the big comet was in the West. (I wonder – was this Halley’s Comet? I think it was.) My brother located in Pike County, Arkansas. Then moved to Dallas, in Polk County. He bought the Little John Longacre Farm, now owned by B. F. Thompson. There, Joe’s wife died in September of 1859. Later my father and James, my oldest brother, moved to Polk County, and in December of 1860, I went back to my native state. I married, there, Miss Sarah L. Russell, a sweet little Christian girl of seventeen summers, with whom I lived sixteen years, having born to us five children –three boys and two girls. We had passed through the War Between the States, and we moved to Arkansas, settling near Charleston at Hickory Ridge, Sebastian County. There we buried my wife – leaving me almost a wreck. The sadness and loneliness and sorrow of such an ordeal no one knows except those who have experienced it! Having five small children, their mother gone, poor in worldly things, one hundred miles from and of my people, set me in serious straits. I could not leave my children and I could hardly stay with my children. What could I do? It began to be a serious question and rather difficult to solve. I was then thirty-seven years old. Time sped on. Gloom impenetrable settled down about my home. But the Good Lord always ‘tempers the wind of the shorn lamb.’ So I was married to Mrs. Joan Lackey, with whom I have lied these thirty- seven years happily. She proved to be indeed a wonderful mother to my motherless children and a congenial companion to myself. +++ May 19th, 1914 – The longer I live the thoughts of home and home life, home comforts and home influences and training, crowd in on my mind; and now that I am nearing the seventy-fifth mile-post of life’s journey I am thoroughly convinced that for a boy or a girl there is not and cannot be any other influence so great as the home. I fear sometimes that our American home life is falling down in the very essentials at the outset of education. The home may be poor and destitute of the luxuries of life. But it is home –sweet old word! Not many words in our language so precious – in fact no word so sweet except, perhaps, the word ‘mother.’ Mother! The sweetest thought trembling down the path of life! The crowning though of home! I recall an incident occurring on my trip from Georgia to Texas, in 1858, near Tuscumbia, Alabama. In our tent some time in the night I awoke. I was sick, oh, so sick I did not know that I could ever get well. I thought I might die in the night. Yet my mind was clear and the past years of my life passed in review –my home, my brother Bill who had been my play-mate, my chum, my yoke-fellow in the fields, in the creeks, in the squirrel hung, in the fishing days. The farm work and the manifold duties of a farmer boy all passed in my mind. Oh, if I could only be with my mother, dear sweet old soul, and say to her, “Mother, I am sick.” And hear her say, “You will be better in the morning, my boy,” and have her put her sweet old hand on my forehead and bend down and kiss me. But the spell passed and we drove on and on to the great West. But, my dear mother, I can never forget your kindness, and when I get HOME-thank God for the word! I trust that Ishall be allowed to see you. I shall there try to make amends for all the heartaches I have caused you. I know now that all will be forgiven me. When but a child I would follow my dear mother to the big spring at night-fall to get water for the night. After dipping the pail in the water and lifting it our, she would sit down and say, “Son, let’s pray.’ So she would pray and I would sit and look into her old wrinkled face and hear her whispering to God about us children and pleading for us. Well, thank God for a praying mother! These memories and environments of home, the preaching, the Sunday Schools, the religious meetings; these made on my mind and in my soul impressions for everlasting good. So the thought of religion and getting home to Heaven became the absorbing themes of my life. From my earliest recollections, I had no other thought than that I would become a Christian and live for God and heaven. And often when alone I would plead with him to permit me to be a Christian, but I always had such a sense of my unworthiness as always to be afraid He would not allow me to be saved. And these thought were horrible to me, to think I should be lost – how could I bear it? But these awful experiences were all the while leading me up to the feet of Jesus, where I could look up through my tears to the Great Face of a loving Savior and receive His smiles and His pardoning love. When I came to the place where He showed me that He did not save people because they were good, but because they were bad like I was, it was easy for me. Thank God, Jesus came to save sinners, and not the righteous! +++ May 20th, 1914 – I sought and received the forgiveness of my sins in August, 1861, at a camp meeting at Bird’s Chapel, in Dade County, Georgia. My conversion was so definite – I may say, so sweet and so satisfactory –followed by so great peace - that I could never be made to doubt that I was reconciled to God. My consecration was so full as not to leave a hoof behind. I immediately erected a family altar, and while it has been a rule of my life to keep up family worship, we have neglected it at times, to our great spiritual loss. Soon after my conversation or even before, I felt impressed that I should preach the Gospel and asked the church after a few years, for license to preach; and in October, 1870, the Quarterly conference gave me the license. Timidly, I undertook work as a local preacher. I always wanted to join the conference and be a traveling preacher and spend my whole time in the work. But I did not join the traveling connection. I have done what I could as a local preacher. In May, 1876, bishop Wightman ordained me as a local deacon at Russellville, Arkansas. I have don some little supply work, and feel now that I should have joined the Conference, yet I may not be entirely to blame for not doing so. And now the day is far spent and I am in the evening of my of my life, and the results of my work are with the Great Head of the church. Amen. Well, (again looking back) the war was now over, the south subdued and our entire Southland almost all devastated, the people poor and discouraged. I am at Lavergne, Tennessee, on the Nashville and Chattanooga, Railroad, sixteen miles from Nashville, in a great country – with only $500.00 which we have saved in the last year. I have been at work for the United States government at pretty good wages; have traded, run the blockage from Nashville, and sold to Negroes such little things as I could get out of Nashville undetected. My wife and my two girl babies compose my family. My brother, George, who lived in Arkansas was with us. He persuaded us to return with him to Arkansas. So about the 15th of July, 1865, we hired a man to take us to Nashville – gave him $5.00 for the trip. At Nashville we got aboard a steamboat, and went down the Cumberland River to Smithland, thence down the Tennessee River into the Ohio thence down the Ohio to Cairo, Illinois. We there took the big boat, “Ben Stickney,” and ran down the Mississippi to Napoleon, where we took the Glide No. 3, for Little Rock, Arkansas. At Little Rock we purchased a wagon and team and moved overland to Polk County, arriving at my father’s farm on August 1st. Our people were all poor now and in a hard shape financially. So we had to begin at the bottom with only a few dollars in cash, and our living to buy. I did not like Arkansas, and thought I would go back to Tennessee, but George always influenced me, and we stayed. So we are here yet. I got hold of a hew hogs, a pony, a cow, a bull-tongue plow, a sprouting hoe – and went to work. I would turn the pony out on the grass with a bell on. We would hunt him in the mornings. We had no bedsteads, except scaffolds pinned to the wall. We lived three miles from Shady Grove Church and schoolhouse. There we went to church, where the Rev. W. Wakely baptized me and received me into the M.E.Church, South. I worked hard and saved as much as possible. We lived a rather hard but happy life. We were 150 miles from a railroad and market. That first fall I went to Center Point and bought two bales of cotton, and took it to Little Rock. Sold it for 36 cents a pound. Bought a few supplies – a barrel of salt for $6.50, a pair of cotton cards at $2.00, some little Oznaburge at 60 cents a yard, a little coffee at 60 cents a pound. I was gone three weeks on the trip. I began to get acquainted, and secured a little school to teach at a little log cabin where the village of silver Center now is. Wade Hilton had a little water mill just down on the creek. Sometimes we could get some corn ground and when the creek was low, he could not grind. The next nearest mill was on Big Fork, ten miles away. We would go down there and stay all night. Maybe we would get a peck of meal and maybe not. We would grit the corn and make hominy, but we would scrape about some way to keep from starving. There was not a steam mill in the whole county, a county which was sixty mile long and fifty miles wide. There were not more than three hundred voters in the whole county. How is that for neighbors? Game was plentiful. Anybody could kill a deer if he could shoot. I could not see them until they had left me. Cattle could be bought cheaply. We would dry the beef and it would answer for meat and bread. Acorns were plentiful and the hogs would thrive on them. We did not feed the cattel. They would live through the winter on the range. Was I what you would call a pioneer? No, there were then old settlers. I could name a few of them, but there is not need. I write these little details down to impress on you boys some of the troubles and trials through which the older generation has gone in order that you may be a little happier and a little better. I soon moved to Pike County and bought a place on the Little Missouri River. Kept it two years and sold it, moving back to Polk County. But in Pike County, my oldest son, Gip, was born, and he being our first boy, we thought him the finest of all boys. Well, he grew up, was a good boy, industrious, tender-hearted, a young man of good sense and well balanced, but he did not have the chance to go to school. Back again in Polk County, I bought a farm on the Washita River from brother George, and paid him $1000.00 for it. I lived on it three years, and sold it to Barry Vaught, and moved again. Well, I have never been satisfied and have moved around a great deal. Had I been still I might have saved more of the world’s goods, but, “The soul seeks creation through trying something new.” The only reason I have not seen the world over is that I have not had the money on which to travel. Our next boy was one we called Wallace Gladwin, a fine little fellow and quick to learn, growing up to be an excellent school teacher, and today his whole talk is ‘school, school, school’. Going back a little in time, while I was in Pike county, I was made a Mason at Dallas Lodge No. 128. I was zealous for the institution for a long time, and have had active participation in its teachings, but it seems now that through this country the time-honored order is way-worn and heavy laden Unscrupulous men have crept into its portals and the great light is being dimmed by men who do not strictly adhere strictly to the great teachings. I write it down here that no institution among men can live and prosper to success only as it is related to Jesus Christ. The church itself will die if she cuts loose from Christ. There is life and power from nowhere else. In 1870, leaving home I took a trip to Texas after my wife’s mother, Mrs. Russell, who lived with Col. A. A. Hughes, a gentleman who married my wife’s oldest sister and lived in Travis County on the Colorado River near Austin. I came back to Lampasas Springs and by Gatesville. Well, I had a time in the black mud. I did not like Texas. It was so sticky and everybody cursed. I would camp by myself. I had no weapons except my Bible and hymn book.. I would sing a song and pray by my fire before going to bed, and ask God’s care over me and my property through the night. I had no bad luck on the trip of 1000 miles. I praise the Lord for His care, and I think I shall always keep the faith. But for his mercies, I should have been in eternal despair. Pardon me for my so frequent allusion to the phase of my life. Someone has said, “In Italy all roads lead to Rome,” so in this life of mine all thoughts lead to God. Mrs. Russell did not like Arkansas and I had to send her back to Texas, at a cost of $65.00 – at that time quite a little sum of money. And money was a very much needed luxury. For about this time some of the children were needed to be placed in school; and right here is the great problem of the family. To rear a family and not educate the individuals of it is a calamity to the children and a curse to the world. So I began to cast about as to how to have the children trained. There were no very good schools in reach, and the system of free schools had just been set up and was not in good running order yet. So to educate a family of some size was no little task. (This paper is so soft and spongy that I cannot write longer with a pen, so I shall have to do the remainder with a pencil.) Vernon was my next boy. He was quite a little fellow, and is still small. But he has grown up to be a good substantial business man, and somewhat of a money maker. He is the baby boy of my first wife. The girls have grown up and married. The first born of my union to Mrs. Joan Lackey was a fine boy. We gave him the name of Marvin, for oune of our great bishops. He was a good spirit and we admired him very much. But at the age of 18 he passed away and broung to our home and hearts the saddest day of our lives. But I know God knows best, and I submit. I began to sell goods and made some money at it and helped my younger boys about going to school. John Cotton, our next oldest to Marvin, is a fine judge of human nature and of men. He is absolutely honest and despises a falsehood or the one guilty of falsehood. The next one, Eddie, was stillborn. Then came Joseph Jones, high spirited and ambitious and quick of perception, graduated from Ouachita College and studied in the University of Chicago, and has developed into a good school teacher. Last, but not the least, coming to our home was Robert Franklin, our baby. He is the largest of all of them, and a fine fellow. He is at home with us now. He and Cotton are the stay of their mother and father. Don’t you all think this is a pretty good family? All are rather intelligent, all in good health, all happy, and none guilty of crime. It is much to be thankful for. In 1892, I took quite an active interest in politics. I made speeches in the interest of the farmers and laboring people. Having all my life been a democrat, I thought my party and the Republican Party were ignoring the interests of the masses and catering to the classes. I though the time had come for a change in the political complexion of our country, so I took up the cause of the Populist Party and was elected to represent Polk County in the Legislature in 1893, and again in 1895. My opponents were outstanding leaders of the whiskey and gambling ring which has since been demonstrated by the untimely death of the man I had the honor of beating. We had a stormy season in 1893. In 1895, I introduced the first bill to prohibit the manufacture and sale of intoxicating liquors in the state. Of course, it failed to pass. John Thornton married Sarah L. Russell who was born in NE Alabama in 1840. They were married in Alabama on January 2, 1860. They lived in GA and moved to Charleston, Arkansas where Sarah died in 1875. Canzada died in Shreveport, LA. Josephine died in Eastland County, Desdemoya, Texas. Gip died at Spur, Texas in 1941. Wallace died at Puebla. Colorado in 1845. Vernon died at Pasadena, Texas in 1954.

Same thing happened to me. As soon as I subscribed to the list last weekend, I recieved 2 e-mails. Only words in body were "Look to this attachment". Luckily I did not open them. The first one was called Humor.TXT.pif, and the 2nd one was called news_doc.scr. Apparently each time it is sent it chooses a random name. Can read about them here: http://www.zdnet.com/zdhelp/stories/main/0%2C5594%2C2702089%2C00.html Kristi Kennison

After sending the message below, I got an e-mail with the virus attachment from Charlyne and a George T. Hardy. I deleted both and am virus free. Sorry, but both of you need to clean the virus from your computers. It doesn't go to just the people on the list that posts a message but to everyone who sends you an e-mail. To protect others, you should not go on-line or at least don't start your e-mail program until you are virus free. Good luck. Jim > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "jpbcsb" <jpbcsb@email.msn.com> > To: <MILLER-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Monday, April 23, 2001 4:46 PM > Subject: [MILLER-L] RE: Virus > > > > Charlene, If people are saying you're sending messages with attachments > to them and you didn't, you have a virus in your computer that was in the > Strickland-L list last week. Everyone that sends a message to this list or > any other that you belong to will get that message from your computer with a > note saying "Take a look to the attachment". Anyone getting this message, > don't panic, but DO NOT open the attachment or you will get the virus. > DELETE it immediately and there will be no problem. Charlene, you need to > stay off-line until you get rid of the virus in your computer. Everyone > that sends you a message will get that back. To everyone else, if you send > a message to this forum, the message from Charlene will come straight to you > and not through the list. The actual attachment has several different > names it goes by, but will have the above note in the message body. The > best way to keep from getting a virus is: > > !. Don't ever open an attachment if it comes from someone you don't > know. And > > 2. Even if the e-mail attachment comes from someone you know, don't open > it unless you are sure it really came from them and not some virus in their > computer. They need to let you know they are going to send it or put a > message in the body of the e-mail where you are sure they meant to send it. > > > > Also, if you don't have a good virus prevention software in your computer, > you better get one and keep it up to date. However, don't trust it > completely as some do not offer protection from virus's sent by e-mail. > > > > When in doubt, DELETE. > > > > Jim > > >

Probably this is off-line but those of you who want to read about the virus Jim was talking about, to see what it does, simply click on Symantec's Norton AV site below, and read or print it out. Ben www.symantec.com/avcenter/venc/data/pf/w32.badtrans.13312@mm.html

I have Mcafee on my computer and am a Microsoft ME user, The virus goes into C:\restore.. It takes a bit of effort to remove it but is well worth the effort. I am proud to say am virus free and send only on plain text, not html. That way and with a every day scan I am okay. Shirley