This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Wilson Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/863 Message Board Post: Does anyone know or have information, as to where I might be able to find a student that I believe may have attended Arcadia Colege in the early 1920s. His name is Velbert A. Wilson b.1908, d. 1985. He was born somewhere near Des Arc and Crane Pond . He was said to have ridden horseback everyday with a neighbor girl (Meadows?). The only colege that I can find near there is Arcadia. Does anyone know of any other school that they may have had accsess to by horseback? Thanks in advance for any help. Bob

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: MITCHELL, AMELUNG Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/862 Message Board Post: I am looking for more information on John and Verna W. MITCHELL who lived in Iron County. I have only found two children for them although the 1910 Iron Co census indicates Verna had 6 children with three surviving. Children I know of are: Lillie C. MITCHELL, born 23 Mar 1870 in Missouri and married John AMELUNG in 1888, and George MITCHELL who resided in Kansas City, KS in 1936 when he is listed on Lillie's daughter's obituary. I find Verna living with Lillie and John AMELUNG in the 1910 and 1920 census records for Pilot Knob, Iron Co., MO. She was born circa 1834 in Ohio (per 1910 census) or Illinois with both parents born in Ohio (per 1920 census). I suspect that Verna has died by March 1922 since that is when her daughter, Lillie, left John Amelung and moved to St. Louis. I can't find Verna nor John on any earlier census records but know they had to be in Iron Co. by 1888 when Verna gave permission for her underage daughter to marry John AMELUNG. Does any of this ring a bell with anyone? I've hit a roadblock with this family. Marcine Lohman

Catherine Trollinger is a sister to my third great grandmother Lucinda Jane "Jane" Trollinger. Catherine is the youngest child and daughter of Samuel Trollinger and Eliza Gallaher. Sam had other children with his first wife Adline Trott. I have always been told that "Aunt Kate's" husband was John Henry Turner and what things have seen written also name him John Henry Turner. All the census 1880, 1900 and 1910 at which I have looked name him only as John.. Byron Nelson ----- Original Message ----- From: "Bill Turner" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, May 07, 2003 4:27 PM Subject: Re: [MOIRON] Re: Descendants of John Wesley Turner > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Tuesday, October 29, 2002 9:45 PM > Subject: [MOIRON] Re: Descendants of John Wesley Turner > > > > This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. > > > > Surnames: Turner, Trollinger > > Classification: Query > > > > Message Board URL: > > > > http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/176.242.1.1 > > > > Message Board Post: > > > > I have John Oliver Turner and Catherine Trollinger as my grgrgrandparents. > I may have some info on siblings available soon; my mom and sister did the > initial research close to ten years ago. My parents are in the middle of > moving, and I have dibbs on the box of research as soon as it's unearthed > again. E-mail me if you'd like more info. > > > > Dianna > > > > > > ==== MOIRON Mailing List ==== > > Iron county Missouri has a Genealogy Society web page - Link on the Iron > co site above. > > > > ============================== > > 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 > > > > > ==== MOIRON Mailing List ==== > San Joaquin County, CA Obits > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~mcampbel/ > > ============================== > 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 >

----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, October 29, 2002 9:45 PM Subject: [MOIRON] Re: Descendants of John Wesley Turner > This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. > > Surnames: Turner, Trollinger > Classification: Query > > Message Board URL: > > http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/176.242.1.1 > > Message Board Post: > > I have John Oliver Turner and Catherine Trollinger as my grgrgrandparents. I may have some info on siblings available soon; my mom and sister did the initial research close to ten years ago. My parents are in the middle of moving, and I have dibbs on the box of research as soon as it's unearthed again. E-mail me if you'd like more info. > > Dianna > > > ==== MOIRON Mailing List ==== > Iron county Missouri has a Genealogy Society web page - Link on the Iron co site above. > > ============================== > 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 >

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Quigley, Ringer, Herps (?), Herbst (?), Herps (?) Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/861 Message Board Post: My Grandmother, Bridget C.(Caroline) Quigley was born to William Quigley and Menetta Bell (Ringer) Quigley on July 10, 1887, in Pilot Knob, Iron Co.,Missouri. I found this out through the Missouri State Archives. The birth record has Bridget being the 5th child. I know of one brother, William M. born 3-2-1884 in Cripple Creek, CO. and a sister named Menetta/ Minnatty that they called Nettie, born 6-2-1885 in Cape Girardeau, MO. William Quigley was born in Ireland around 1848. His wife Menetta was born in Cape Girardeau, MO. about 1859. I have not been able to find them on the 1880 census.I do not have access to any other census data. It would be so nice if someone could help me to find out more about my grandmother's parents and the two siblings that I do not know anything about. William Quigley was suppose to have died in Altman, CO. in 1893, and it is said that he is buried in Cripple Creek, CO. Menetta married a man named Ben Herps (spelling?), She died 2-2-1898. I do not know where she lived when she was married to Ben, nor do I know where she died. I thank you for any help or leads you can give me.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/860 Message Board Post: Looking for my Price ancestors, I have gotten as far back as my great grandfather John William Price, b. 3/2/1860 in MO, died 11/18/09 in Jefferson County Illinois, married Mattie A. Tefft b. 1872 d. 9/1/1960. Their children were Harry Elmer (my grandfather) b.8/9/1890, Bessie Wade b. 11/5/1891, Katherine b. 4/1897. Any info would be greatly appreciated. [email protected]

George & Lucy got married 18, July 1872 in St. Louis or St. Louis Co. Vol. - 15; page 394. Knowing this you can assume that they lived in St. Louis Co. Just a thought. Lloyd Chris Strickland wrote: >I have confirmation from the Grand Lodge of Missouri that my great great >grand father George P Foster was living in Iron at least in 1874, he became >a member of Mosaic Lodge #351 in Belleview. His son George P Foster Jr >married a Celia Syblia Jones in Iron in 1911. Celia was the daughter of >MackPherson Jones. > >I am unble to find George Page Foster Sr in any of the Federal Census >images. Does anyone know if there were state census' between 1850 and 1900 >in Missouri? George Page Foster Sr is buried in Middlebrook Cemetary, Iron, >Missouri, he died 18 Jun 1918. His wife Lucy A (Lauden) died in 1886 and is >buried next to him. Apparently she died not too long after George Page >Foster Jr was born (he was born 21 Feb 1885 in Graniteville). > >In the 1910 ED #21, Graniteville Mo Federal census I see what looks like a >Georg D Foster married to an 72 or 52 (can't read) year old woman, I can't >read her name. He is 72, which he would be since he was born in Jun and the >census was 11 May, so the age matches. Just a few houses down is a Jay >Hughe Jones married to a Joesphine Jones. Remember, I said that George P >Foster's sone George P Foster Jr married Celia Sybia Jones the daughter of >MackPherson Jones. Jehu (pronounced Jay Hughe) Jones is the father of >MackPherson Jones, in 1910 he should have been have been around 62 in that >census which he is, and his wife's name was Joesphine who shoulda have been >around 62, which she is. So I'm guessing this is the George P Foster I'm >looking for married to his 2nd wife, 7 years before his death living near >the grandparents of his son's wife. > >I can't find him in the 1900, 1880, 1870, 1860, or 1850 Federal census. >Maybe he's in the state census? Any help is appreciated. > > > >--- >Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. >Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). >Version: 6.0.471 / Virus Database: 269 - Release Date: 4/10/2003 > > >==== MOIRON Mailing List ==== >Margie Campbell >[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 > >

I have confirmation from the Grand Lodge of Missouri that my great great grand father George P Foster was living in Iron at least in 1874, he became a member of Mosaic Lodge #351 in Belleview. His son George P Foster Jr married a Celia Syblia Jones in Iron in 1911. Celia was the daughter of MackPherson Jones. I am unble to find George Page Foster Sr in any of the Federal Census images. Does anyone know if there were state census' between 1850 and 1900 in Missouri? George Page Foster Sr is buried in Middlebrook Cemetary, Iron, Missouri, he died 18 Jun 1918. His wife Lucy A (Lauden) died in 1886 and is buried next to him. Apparently she died not too long after George Page Foster Jr was born (he was born 21 Feb 1885 in Graniteville). In the 1910 ED #21, Graniteville Mo Federal census I see what looks like a Georg D Foster married to an 72 or 52 (can't read) year old woman, I can't read her name. He is 72, which he would be since he was born in Jun and the census was 11 May, so the age matches. Just a few houses down is a Jay Hughe Jones married to a Joesphine Jones. Remember, I said that George P Foster's sone George P Foster Jr married Celia Sybia Jones the daughter of MackPherson Jones. Jehu (pronounced Jay Hughe) Jones is the father of MackPherson Jones, in 1910 he should have been have been around 62 in that census which he is, and his wife's name was Joesphine who shoulda have been around 62, which she is. So I'm guessing this is the George P Foster I'm looking for married to his 2nd wife, 7 years before his death living near the grandparents of his son's wife. I can't find him in the 1900, 1880, 1870, 1860, or 1850 Federal census. Maybe he's in the state census? Any help is appreciated. --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.471 / Virus Database: 269 - Release Date: 4/10/2003

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/90.92.107.109 Message Board Post: Hi Jeanette - I was just wondering if you republished the Iron County Cemetery book? I would love to have a copy. How would I go about getting one? Sara

I am looking for 1860, 1870, and 1880 Iron Co census data. I tried accessing the 1860 census at http://www.rootsweb.com/~moiron2/ironcen2.htm , but for some reason it's not loading right now. 1860, page 707: Susan (Childers) Ketcherside and her four children Mary Emeline, Thomas B., Susan Hannah, and Nancy Catherine. I believe father William Wesley Ketcherside was deceased. 1870: Susan Ketcherside and her children. 1880: Susan Ketcherside. James Knox Buckner and wife Mary Emeline Ketcherside. WIlliam Nance and wife Susan Hannah Ketcherside. John Alexander Warren and wife Nancy Catherine Ketcherside. I don't know if Thomas B. Ketcherside was in 1880 Iron Co. Thank you, Mary in CA

Hi A large source of leads to family-history data is now on line. It is comprised of the Tables of Contents of the first 22 volumes of the Missouri State Genealogical Association Journal, 1981-2002+. Importantly, below the Tables of Contents, is an index. Reviewers find the whole page easily navigated despite the great amount of data included. A few of the key words with which to search the index are county names, directions (east, south, north, west), and family surnames (for Bible records). Use your browsers search function. When you find interesting leads on the web page, you will probably want to see actual copies of the Journal. Many libraries subscribe to the Journal. There is also information, below the index on the web page, on how to obtain copies of articles or issues. One can get an idea as to the length of an article in the Journal by noting the page numbers where it begins and where the following article begins. However, some articles are serialized over two to four issues. The URL is <http://www.rollanet.org/~bdoerr/contents.htm>http://www.rollanet.org/~bdoerr/contents.htm >

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Haile, Taylor, Byington Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/859 Message Board Post: I am trying to find the parents of Oscar L. Haile who married Carrie Dean Taylor. Carrie Taylor was born 1866 & died 1888 in Farmington, MO. Is this Oscar Haile who married Carrie Dean Taylor a brother to Margaret A. Haile Byington? Thanks Mary

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/858 Message Board Post: Dora Hickman,b.1881 in Arcadia,MO.Married Burton(Bert) Conley in 1899.I have been at a dead end on finding the names of Dora's parents & siblings,if there are any.Would greatly appreciate any info.Thank you! My e-mail is [email protected]

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: AMELUNG Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/857 Message Board Post: In the past, when I can't find much on an ancestor, I write to the cemetery (yes, the actual cemetery), and the post office usually knows to send it to whomever is in charge of the cemetery association caring for that particular cemetery. I just did that for another county and they forwarded my letter to a Monument Builder who makes the granite headstones for gravesites. I had never considered them as a source of information, but the person was very helpful and was also able to supply me with the gravesite location and the name of the funeral home used (thus giving me yet another source to check). I was wondering if anyone could supply me with addresses of the Monument Companies in or near Pilot Knob, Missouri? Thanks, Marcine

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Charlton, Chase, Griffith, Conrad, Wilkinson, Pilley, Bliss, Andrews, Delano Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/856 Message Board Post: IRON COUNTY REGISTER, Ironton, Iron Co. MO, Thurs. June 27, 1935. FROM MRS. CHARLTON Fir Lodge, Cashmere, Wash. Dear Editor and Readers -- Just succumbing to an urge of the spirit which says: "Time you made some explanation for a long gap between communications." The truth is that out of consideration for the majority of your subscribers I have refrained from any more reminiscencings, which are kindly accepted when I do send them. For no matter how much the few of us enjoy delving into the past it must be true that many many more do not comprehend what it is all about. I thank those who have written to me expressing pleasure and interest in what I have contributed up to now. There were some surprises among them, for instance the letter from Mrs. Conrad, nee Emma Griffith. I had not been reminded of her existence for so many years I would not have thought of her as among the living. That is one strange quirk in us, we always think of those old contemporaries as dead and gone, or so aged, while we ourselves are fairly frisking about. I am reminded of an amusing instance of getting off a train in Knoxville expecting to be met by an old friend I had not seen in years. Evidently she was not there. Later we mutually discovered that we passed each other up not dreaming that the other would look so young! I want to say that the only instance coming to my ears of questionings of my memory in those articles, came from my own sister. Once in a great while we disagree as to the facts about some of those old happenings. For instance, she says she knew the Wilkinson family as well as I did and she has no recollection of the boys being disciplined by having to stand at meals. I am equally sure they did. Arthur, of course, is the only one who could settle this decisively. On the other hand I am positive my sister has pipe dreams about some old Ironton happenings. For instance, she vows that a literary society once existed there and now and then met at our home, which I do not recall in the least. She says she can remember as if yesterday hearing our old neighbor Mrs. Pilley read an original paper in which one remark, namely, that "man is a mere poliwog" stands out clearly in her memory. I leave it to any one if that sounds plausible. I cannot think of Mrs. Pilley as a delver into the! theories of man's descent or ascent from protoplasms, although Darwin did flourish about then. One reason my mind has turned Irontonward is because "the Valley" has been a leading theme of conversation in this retreat the past week. We had the pleasure of entertaining Mr. and Mrs. Charles K. Bliss, the latter one of the inveterate reminiscencers of Arcadia Valley. In the days when I first met Mr. Bliss he was a frequent visitor to his aunt's home, the late Mrs. Sam Andrews. Perhaps the impression he gave in those days was of being light-heeled, light-hearted, and possibly light-headed. He has certainly traveled a long way from those days, as he is Head-Master Emeritus of a prosperous school for boys, called the Lakeside School, the three hundred thousand dollar plant beautifully located in the suburbs of Seattle. The administration hall is named "Bliss Hall" in his honor. I think I neglected to mention at any time that we had as guests for dinner one evening last fall in Seattle, Frank Delano, and wife, and son and new wife. They have a charming home near Tacoma. I could go on writing of old days indefinitely, but -- . Hoping this finds the Register force in renewed health, Sincerely, Cora Chase Charlton June 15th.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Charlton, Chase, Gideon, Hughes, Greason, Jones, Crozat Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/855 Message Board Post: IRON COUNTY REGISTER, Ironton, Iron Co. MO, Thurs. April 11, 1935. MORE MAINSTREET MEMORIES PART FOUR By Cora Chase Charlton Since my last we have changed our base from Seattle to Fir Lodge, Cashmere, where we spend the summer. It is partly a small fruit ranch, partly a pine and fir covered hillside retreat, surrounded by the foothills of the Cascade range, the turbulent Wenatchee River down an abrupt eight hundred foot drop. We had other plans for this Sabbath evening, but a late freak snowstorm has shut us in, loading the evergreens with its soft beauty, and I could think of no better occupation than this rendezvous with the past. I had expected some tiresome male literalist would hit at my hailstorm story. Not for world would I paint one hailstone an ounce too heavy, or have it bounce a foot higher than the facts justify! There was one circumstance in connection with that phenomena I did not mention. In the house next below us lived Dr. Gideon, who sometimes took patients into her home. Fifteen minutes, (please don't demand proof of the exact number of seconds) before the storm, she had sent for my mother, saying a patient was dying. This was awesome in itself to us. So, when the heavens let fly, my mother came to a side door and opened the upper half and stood trying her best by pantomime, to reassure us. My sister, then about half my age, (but never again), clung to me and wept loudly. Mr Hughes' horse, tethered on our place, had broken loose and was charging madly about, threatening every moment to attempt the tall picket fence, where other horses had come to grief, which also was disturbing. As w! e stood, eyes glued on our unattainable mother, the trees in our immediate vision were three smallish scrub oaks, a Ben Davis apple tree, (we didn't know our varieties in those days.) and the young maples planted around our terraces and I'll swear the stones bounced as high as any of them. And they did not bounce straight back from where they had come, but obliquely in all conceivable directions. In my recollection of Arcadia Valley, (I always avoid saying Ironton when possible, it is so unromantic) one of the charms with which memory invests it, is that there the sense of time never intruded itself. I cannot even now, think of the Valleyites as being hurried or running on a schedule of twentieth century speed. I would fain sample once again that sense of endless leisure if it is still on tap anywhere on this restless globe. It was not entirely due to the age of golden adolescence which I spent there. The impression that remains is of days with endless time for everything and yet they were full up, not with arranged and tabulated things, but of drifting from whatever one wanted to do to the next that claimed attention. Somewhere in the Bible is the statement that "time shall be no more." Some of us have found that almost literally true already. I have been moved to wonder just what we did with all those long long days minus all modern means of time squandering, not even a Movie to beckon. Because they were slightly naughty, and naughty things stick, I can recall several times when Satan took a hand in finding something for our idle hands to do. What if I tempt your smiles by some belated confessions! My oft times quoted as "saintly" friend of the rare head of pure golden hair, had in reality a rich streak of mischieviousness in her. At least when she was with me. To go way back, her people once lived in that large house, (I've forgotten who built it) which would be about a half a mile west of the new hospital, I think, and on the road which led to the old Greason farm and formed a loop back to Ironton. My parents were sometimes invited there for a meal, and at such times we two escaped to play in the more or less abandon which I enjoyed all the time but of which [she] was quite rigorously denied. "Once on a time" w! e wandered down to Stout's Creek and I promptly took off shoes and stockings and was soon wading in a perfectly delightful muck that plastered me up almost to my knees. I boasted tauntingly of how cool and good "that kind of a boot" felt, and finally she could withstand the temptation no longer, and joined me in what to her was a most novel experience. It is sad to recall how short-lived was her innocent pleasure, for somehow the "facts" leaked out, (or more possibly some of the ooze,) and she was seriously reprimanded. But that was not the worst of our larks. One afternoon when our feet took us aimlessly down to the railroad bridge, and we hung over the rail regarding the water below us, we were simultaneously aware that someone had torn up a letter into little bits, which they had scattered thinking the waters would carry them off to the St. Francis, and maybe ultimately the Father of Waters. Some of the bits lodged on the brink, and the rest had merely sunk on a motionless sandy bottom. With one accord we dashed down the steps to the Russellville side and began retrieving those bits of paper. Not one did we pass up no matter how small. Then we hied us to our house where surreptitious deeds were not nearly so apt to be censored, and with a patience worthy a good cause we fitted those pieces together and pasted them on a new sheet, picture puzzle way, until the whole letter was dicipherable. Yes, it was a love letter, but quite an innocuous one, and whether written to or by the son of a certain Russellville physician who could boast a "quiver full" of stalwart sons, I cannot remember now. It was the third son, I think. If that person is still living and this meets his eye, it may solve for him a life-long mystery, for we didn't do a thing but mail that revamped letter to him! At that time we had become slightly boy conscious, and were both suffering from the mild heart palpitations caused by the arrival in school of a new boy. He came from the south, Arkansas I think, and wore at that time a homespun butternut suit of the shade of olive green which set off his wavy auburn hair and red-brown eyes to perfection. Instead of this mutual feeling separating us with jealous pangs it seemed to draw us together, en rapport. Junius Jones! There was a name to conjure by. Full many an evening this friend and I could have been seen wending our way toward the "westering sun," as near to the gate of his place as we dared. Who can remember when that place was the property of an old Frenchman named Crozat, (pronounced Crozay,) who raised grapes and kept wine, and where Celene's parents and any other of that nationality used to foregather of Sunday afternoons? There was just one prank we played not quite so innocent. In fact we may at least get a big toe apiece roasted in the hereafter as just punishment. If you do some Sherlock Holmesing you will recall, some of you, that once two very estimable widows on Main St. were very close friends. A widower from Fredericktown started calling regularly on one of these. Then it was whispered about that the charms of the younger and more vivacious of the two were weaning him from his first attraction. Then one evening as we two young things were sauntering idly by Uncle Henry's and Aunt Willy's we saw the dapper widower headed for the home of his last charmer. We saw him ring the bell, suavely bow and greet the pleased lady, and the door closed behind him. Here was something doing! But evidently not enough to satisfy our craving for the sensational. We halted in the shadows of the maples, and a dastardly temptation assailed us. We knew that most frequently the two ladies went to prayer-meeti! ng together on that evening. We walked shamelessly down to the steps that led to the rooms above the other lady, rang the bell, and -- true as truth I cannot remember who was the guilty spokesman, but whoever, they told her they thought Mrs. ---- wanted to see her. Why? Probably because she was expecting to go to prayer-meeting with her. She murmured something about wondering why this had not been mentioned when she had seen her earlier in the day. But anyway she donned her hat and started for the scene at her rival's. We dilly dallied by as she made her entree, hoping against hope that some hint of the sensation would be visible to us through the opened door. We never knew a sequel, unless it was that the Fredericktown widower rather abruptly stopped his Ironton visits. We felt pretty sure that the two widows never got together on an explanation, or we would have got hop-scotch from one or both.

JONES, Harvey C. b. Oct. 1873 m-6 yrs. farmer - MO-MO-TN Nancy J. b. Oct. 1876 4/4 MO-TN-AR Ema V. b. Mar. 1885 " Clara A. b. Nov. 1896 " Myra L. b. May 1898 " James T. b. Dec. 1899 " 01, June 1900 - Union Twsp - Iron Co. - Mo. household #12 HICKMAN, Thomas J. b. May 1838 - m-35 yrs. farmer TN-GEO-TN Mary J. b. Dec. 1845 9/4 NC-NC-NC Martha b. Jan. 1887 MO GAY, Charles b. Oct. 1887 (nephew) AR-TN-NC 01, June 1900 - Union Twsp. - Iron Co. - MO. household #14 Can you give me first names on King, Lassiter & Jones & any other Hickmans. There are several of them. HOPE THIS HELPS. LC [email protected] wrote: >This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. > >Surnames: LASSITER>HICKMAN>JONES>KING >Classification: Query > >Message Board URL: > >http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/zMB.2ACI/854 > >Message Board Post: > >Does anyone have the 1870 and 1900 census for Iron Co., I am looking for Thomas J. HICKMAN b May 23, 1838, in TN and Mary J. HICKMAN nee LASSITER b Dec 18, 1845 in NO. They had 9 children one of them was my great-grandmother Nancy J. Jones nee HICKMAN who married a Harve C. Jones in Iron Co., MO. Thomas, Mary, Nancy and Harve are all buried in MO Iron Co. I already have the 1880 census which someone was nice enough to send me. Thank You who ever you are! I will be grateful for any help I am really stuck on the HICKMAN and LASSITER side of my family tree. Kathy B. > > >==== MOIRON Mailing List ==== >San Joaquin County, CA Obits >http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~mcampbel/ > >============================== >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 > >

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: LASSITER>HICKMAN>JONES>KING Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/zMB.2ACI/854 Message Board Post: Does anyone have the 1870 and 1900 census for Iron Co., I am looking for Thomas J. HICKMAN b May 23, 1838, in TN and Mary J. HICKMAN nee LASSITER b Dec 18, 1845 in NO. They had 9 children one of them was my great-grandmother Nancy J. Jones nee HICKMAN who married a Harve C. Jones in Iron Co., MO. Thomas, Mary, Nancy and Harve are all buried in MO Iron Co. I already have the 1880 census which someone was nice enough to send me. Thank You who ever you are! I will be grateful for any help I am really stuck on the HICKMAN and LASSITER side of my family tree. Kathy B.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Charlton, Chase, Ake, Polly, Pauley, Diggs, Phoebe, Anthoney, Esterle, Metcalf, Grandhomme, Wilkinson, Russell, McSpaden, Stevens Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/853 Message Board Post: IRON COUNTY REGISTER, Ironton, Iron Co. MO, Thurs. March 28, 1935. MORE MAINSTREET MEMORIES PART 3 By Cora Chase Charlton Some errors crept into our last contribution, doubtless because the proof reader was ill at the time. Am I not right, Mr. Ake? Perhaps one change from the original was done intentionally as most people would consider that my version was a mistake. That was in the spelling of the name Mary Pauley. Naturally it was thought to be Polly, but I have reason to believe the name came originally from the sir-name of owners, either Mary's or her ancestor's. There was a prominent family of the name Pauley. It may have become forgotten, but our old Tom Diggs inherited a distinguished name similarly. In Virginia the name of Diggs was a proud one, and he boasted of this fact about his old owners, to any who would listen, and I have read about the family since. It was curious by what means the ex-slaves acquired sir-names. Our Aunt Phoebe's children took her given name for their last names, hence we had John Phoebe and so on. Later he called himself John Anthoney, just why I never knew. Old Tom could truthfully be called the town drunkard, though he may have had good company, less in evidence. And, as my predecessor has said, were we kids afraid of him! (Beg pardon, we were not kids in those days.) He probably strove to keep up the illusion that he was a bad man, judging by the rolling eyes and dark grimaces he used to make, but really, did he ever commit any worse misdemeanors than getting drunk and lying in the gutter? I have one mental picture of him that lives. He was standing at our back door, (and he must have been hungry to get so far from his regular beat.) My mother had given him a ham bone from which the meat had not all been taken. In an effort at being very agreeable, (gratitude I suppose), he started a long harangue against the "goldurned revs" (rebels) which I suppose he thought would be bound to gain the favor of a Northern woman. (No doubt at his next stop he discoursed as elequently against the "damned Yankees"). But he used the ham bone to! good effect in wide gestures. I can just see his old gunny sack apron this minute. Anna mentioned an old timer, Dr. Esterle, (she did not quite recall his name), as being our first dentist, and so far as I can remember, she is right. There were years and years when people who had means went to St. Louis for dental work. Indeed I have an acute personal memory along that line. I had gone to stay all night at Metcalf's and during the night was seized with a desperate tooth ache. I was about twelve years old, and it would have to be a desperate ache that could make me run home in the dark, alone. My father started with me pronto for Grandhomme's. We had to go through a bar-room scene not readily forgotten, to a back room where Mr. Grandhomme kept some dental instruments and leeches. The deed was soon done, without the benefit of anesthesia of any kind, and I think I even had a feeling of deep gratitude for the relief. I have since decided I lost a good double tooth needlessly, which I could still put to good use! Two pictures in the house have served to keep the memory of Dr. Esterle green. He might have been the original Beau Brummel for all I know, and one of these pictures is a photograph of him sitting at a table playing chess with another dude whose name has tantalized by eluding us. It almost comes. They have their hats tipped back in the well known manly pose of deep thinking. Dr. Esterle has wavy side-burns, and really, I believe, spats! At any rate light striped pants. The other picture is an oil painting he made of the Tom Sauk falls. I suppose it is an easy trip to those falls these days and I dare say the same pond is still on top of the mountain with its dense population of frog vocalizers. And I wonder if one plank remains to remind one of the place which used to be called "Vail's Folly." I wish I had a nineteen hundred and four dollar for every time I ever rode horseback to those falls! My sister remembers the doctor's faun. But all those years we were going without a dentist and many other public conveniences we had a commodious and well conducted photograph gallery. And probably no business nor proprietor of any business there will be remembered longer than Mr. Wilkinson, because in almost every family are treasured from generation to generation the things he created, photographs of ourselves and other members of our families. How many "likenesses" could you produce in which his rustic table figured? Perhaps the baby sat on it, with a mother's protecting arm around it. Perhaps the grand-mother or father sat beside it with elbow resting on it. Perhaps the straight youth stood beside it scorning it's support. It may have been adorned differentily at different times, say a new cloth one time or a bouquet at another time. Maybe one of Judge Russell's beautiful bouquets. And they were good pictures for that day, because Mr. Wilkinson was a conscientious workman. As Anna reminds us, that building is! gone, but never the memories! It used to house the bank and at different times, other business. The family lived in down stairs rooms at the back. Still further back was a long grape arbor sheltering benches on which we youngsters played. Hanging in it were cages of pert redbirds, whistling and disporting their bright plumage. We have no redbirds in the west. I do not know why, for the climate is no more difficult on the coast. Perhaps not more than three souls living remember what a strict disiplinarian Mr. Wilkinson was. He must have inherited his methods straight from the severest puritan traditions. He thought it disrespectful for his boys to sit at the table while their elders were eating, so they ate standing. Boys have been known before and since to become quite blood-thirsty, simmering in the heat of what to them seemed rank injustice. Anyway Fred froze my youthful marrow once by confiding in me that his very first act after attaining his majority would be to mur-r-der his father! I haven't the slightest doubt that he was always an affectionate and dutiful son. I wonder if we have gone as far to an opposite extreme with children. Mrs. Wilkinson owned and played well a fine guitar. She taught me to play and saw to it that I cauterized my tender finger tips by searing them against a hot iron. All I ever knew of "thorough bass," chords and keys, I learned of her and transferred to other instruments. And now for some laughs! Their two boys were about the ages of we two sisters and as we lived near we played together a lot. Fred and I were co-partners in such projects as sled and stilt building. "Artie" being naturally docile and properly subdued by a big brother, consented (sometimes) to gentler ways of passing the long days. It was a favorite diversion of my sister's to "play lady" and to this game he now and then lent himself good naturedly. First of all she usually gave his hair a good shampoo and braided it far enough to admit of a ribbon bow being tied on. (Boys did not patronize barbers in those days as they do now). Then came a dress of our mother's which permitted a generous train. Last of all so! me piece of the then startling millinery was placed on his head, and a fan in his hand. At such times as he appeared in this role he became, automatically, Artemesia instead of Artie. And now permit me to skip over a period of a mere forty years or so, and what is forty years in the fulfillment of human destinies! During that period I had not seen the Wilkinsons. I had an exchange of letters with "Artie" once in a great while. Knew him to be a business man on a large and prosperous scale, in the East. I had not thought to renew our friendship on this planet. Then one day as I sat in our distant home I answered a phone call. One of the office force of our swankiest hotel said a guest wanted Mrs. Charlton. Then a deep and impressive voice said, "Mrs. Charlton?" Irked a little by the pause that followed I said, "Who is speaking, please?" And came the answer -- "Artemesia!" It was one of "those moments", needless to say. And this time I will end with another of my life's coincidences. I had the pleasure of spending about ten days with my old friend Mrs. Luke McSpaden, once of Piedmont, when she lived in Officers' Row at Langley Flying Field, Virginia, her son being an officer. That visit would make a lively article in itself. One of the interesting features of it to me was the presence in the home of Capt. Albert W. Stevens, one of this country's flying photographic aces over the seas. Lewis McSpaden had been his trusted pilot, and they remained friends. You will understand that it was a great privilege to become so well acquainted with Stevens when I tell you that he is the Capt. Stevens who was one of the three who went up in our Government's stratospheric experiment last summer; the Capt. Stevens who explored for the Government the upper waters of the Amazon; the Capt. Stevens who furnishes the Geographic magazine so many articles and wonderful pictures; the Capt. Stevens recently enterta! ined by Mr. and Mrs. Lindbergh. I might bask in a little reflected glory by saying that he visited us here and showed us his pictures of the Amazon trip before they got into the Geographic. One picture, among many that never did get in, reveals the streak of mischief still lingering in the Captain. In one of those never before visited villages, with their round, grass thatched habitations, the flying party were on friendly terms with the bewildered natives, and were privileged to take many pictures. A young pair that were recently mated stood up to be taken, in what you can imagine was an abbreviated costume. His arm was around her. Capt. Stevens stepped to her side and put his arm around her also. In developing the picture he rubbed out the "groom" (if we may call him that), and caused the most mystified savage that ever was. There stood his wife, there stood the Captain, but where was he! Myself, I think it was a mean trick. Probably the Captain did also and made up for it in plenty of ways. But the pict! ure -- should be seen to be appreciated. Imagine my surprise, after learning to like Captain Stevens so well as the friend of my old Piedmont friends, I made the later discovery that he was the son of one of Mrs. Wilkinson's brothers, own cousin of Fred's and Arthur's.

IS THIS A RERUN???????? LC Linda Fox wrote: >Delightful. Thank You! > > >----- Original Message ----- >From: <[email protected]> >To: <[email protected]> >Sent: Saturday, March 22, 2003 10:21 PM >Subject: [MOIRON] More Mainstreet Memories - Part 1 > > >>This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. >> >>Surnames: Charlton, Chase, Ebert, Lewis, Scoville, Russell, Austin, >> >Medley, Ryan, Speck, Markham, Hunt, May, Emerson, Schultz, Baldwin > >>Classification: Biography >> >>Message Board URL: >> >>http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/zMB.2ACI/851 >> >>Message Board Post: >> >> >>IRON COUNTY REGISTER, Ironton, Iron Co. MO, Thurs. Feb. 14, 1935. >> >>MORE MAINSTREET MEMORIES >>PART 1 >>By Cora Chase Charlton >>Oh, these wonderful, wonderful, minds of ours! So superficially >> >understood! At the touch of memory come whole reels of movies with perfect >sound and color effects. That great Judgment Book? Will it be this very >mechanism, geared to work perfectly? > >>One can imagine the different pictures "released" in various minds by >> >those recent reminiscences of Old Main Street days. I thank the writer and >the publisher in behalf of my sister and myself for the pleasure experienced >in reading them. I have been given the privilege of commenting on the scenes >and memories touched upon. The greatest temptation will be to overtax the >space and time of the printers. I beg to be allowed to be human, natural, >intimate. > >>I am going to begin at an incident here in Seattle, which I recount as one >> >of many strange coincidences in my life. I took a street car for the city >one evening, and, as one will, rapidly chose to sit with a sweet faced old >lady who had saucy little gray curls all around a quaint bonnet. As is the >Western custom there were no formalities to her beginning a conversation. >"What do you suppose is in that bag?" she said. I said I couldn't guess. >"It's manuscripts," she said. "I'm a writer." She told of just having >received a $700.00 prize for a story from Collier's. I told her I was on my >way then to the Seattle Writer's Club, but that I had no such success as >that to point to. > >>We talked along easily and while doing so I noted a young colored woman >> >who came in and sat ahead of us. I noted that she had lightish frizz-hair >with reddish tones in it, freckles and blue eyes, a type rarely seen, >especially out here. I was thinking to myself, I never saw just the same >type except one of Aunt Phoebe's girls. After a silence the old lady said, >"Have you noticed that girl? I never saw but one like her." Then after a >pause she added, "That was in a little town in Missouri." I said, "what >little town in Missouri?" and she replied, "Ironton. I used to spend my >summers there." And we were thinking of the same identical girl! The old >lady is dead now. Her name was Ebert. She has sons here or had. So much for >that movie of the past. > >>Our writer began at the bridge between Arcadia and Ironton. It is terrible >> >to skip Arcadia and all south of it. Maybe I won't, for memories come >surging. For instance the time my mother consented for me to wander what >seemed then to a foreign country to Arcadia to visit with a daughter of the >Lewis family. Mr. Lewis was then president of the old college, a Methodist >institution. You may imagine a hot and flustered little girl timidly >stepping up on the porch and a raucous voice screeching out, "Hello, Cora." >But I think you will fail to grasp that little girl's consternation at >discovering the words coming from a green bird such as she had never before >seen or heard of, in a large cage overhead. It might be well to explain that >there was a Cora in the Lewis family. > >>Commencement day at that old college brought out the highest talent the >> >Valley boasted in those days. I can remember Kate Scoville in piano solos. >Marie Russell singing the duet "A Poor Gypsy Maid" with someone, and at a >picnic on the grand old lawn a young chap from St. Louis giving the first >rendition ever heard by me of "The Flying Trapeze." Yes, it is that old. Old >romances and their thrill, not referring to any of my own, come back. Who >can remember when Jim Austin ran away with the Belle of Arcadia, Sally >Medley? Who can remember Tom Ryan's handsome eyes? The "smugged in" Irish >eyes. Who can remember the grand balls at the old Arcadia house? Even before >my dancing days. > >>First Speck's. With their grounds so carefully laid out and kept, copying >> >earlier days spent in England, and the bridge, one of the accepted >destinations for all strollers. I have the unpleasant memories of close >encounters with water moccasins around there. Once I picked up a little >perfectly round stone, we will call it, which was velvety black, the size of >a small pea, and very hard to the teeth. It lay around for years among >trinkets, then I got interested in what it could be. No jeweler or anyone >could tell me. I had it set in a handsome gold mounting and called it my >black pearl. Indeed it was not impossible it might have been one, a fresh >water pearl. It excited admiration for years. I never sought to protect it >from water or in any way. Then I noticed a roughness in it and a coating, >like a hard outer skin started to peel off. We decided then it must have >been a very unusual and hard seed of some kind. It was my intention to plant >and watch it, but about then it came! > >> out of the setting and was lost. I would have liked to have raised more >> >"pearls" like it. > >>Each of the Markham family might well have been considered an institution >> >in that Valley. Mr. Markham, a very pedantic institution, though he was at >times quite human. I recall the bible he presented to me as I lay with my >first new born baby in my arms, and the really choice things he said to me >as he presented it. He was colportering at the time in Wayne County. I also >remember when Fred Hunt, Mrs. Dr. May's brother, given to being carried away >with great enthusiasms, was first converted and looking about for someone to >"save" hit upon Mr. Markham. Mr. Markham, a life time student of the Bible >and religions, but not quite demonstrative enough to suit Fred, listened >patiently, then quoted in a mild voice, "I would recommend that you work out >your own salvation with fear and trembling," then resumed his deep studies. >What an institution was Fanny. It is one of the pleasantest recollections of >my girlhood, being, seemingly, always welcome in "Fanny's room." A room >where one g! > >>limpsed things of the outer world, little touches of aesthetic beauty. A >> >room where nothing was too good for common use. A room where plants outdid >themselves, and where the sun made free every hour that it was shining. I >remember in days of illness when far away in a prairie region with scanty >and poor water supply, how my mind taunted me with recollections of Addie's >ice cold well in solid rock, and Emerson's spring! Please, won't somebody go >and get a good drink for me at those two places! He doesn't deserve to get >into print but I'll mention Mr. Markham's old horse Pete. He had the >distinction of having the only horse that ever threw me, and he "repeated" >the third time before I got home. He could flip his tail in such a way that >anyone on him took a tail spin off ahead of him. > >>I would like to mention in passing that Fred Hunt would have ranked with >> >our known humorists if he had bent his energies to making his witticisms >permanent. I recall many of his "sayings." He came to our house one Sunday >afternoon and my sister, then about six, hastened to show him a new plaid >dress which was mostly a bright red. She informed him, "This is my new >redinggote," that being a sort of draped tunic fashionable then. "Ah," he >said. "I see the red, but where, may I ask is the goat?" > >>Few people knew that Addie, in a shy way, was also a humorist. He was >> >peddling in his canvas top vegetable wagon once in Pilot Knob, and happened >to see a woman's hand reaching slyly under the side cover with the intention >of purloining. He calmly reached back and gave her hand a good friendly >shake, and she never tried that again. > >>Addie was a friend to the community when he began to ship in and peddle >> >articles of diet such as celery, barrels of dill pickles, kraut. I had first >enjoyed the boon of tasting sauerkraut at the Schultz home. I discovered >that it was a delicacy I must have been starved for back through generations >of ancestors. My own family thought it a most vitiated taste, and I never >had any unless I could beg a dime and with a small tin pail, go to the >Schultz's after some. > >>Skipping the Emerson place which is a whole article in itself, I cross the >> >road to recall a phenomenal hail storm which left the iron roof of the old >Baldwin mill looking like the top of a salt shaker. If people had not been >able to see clear around the cloud that produced it, it would have been a >time of terror indeed. The hail stones sounded on the houses as if they were >being bombarded with large rocks, a scattering several, then more and more >and finally a fusilade. The stones were peculiarly shaped, looking most of >all like those old fashioned pincushions made to imitate a tomato, flat and >pinched in on both sides at the center. Most of them weighed over a pound. >They hit the earth and rebounded as high as tree tops, in every direction. I >can also remember a brief snow storm there which snowed not flakes but snow >balls. I hope some "oldest inhabitants" can be trotted out to substantiate >my stories. > > > > >==== MOIRON Mailing List ==== >HERMES Surname List coordinator >WENSTROM Surname List coordinator > >============================== >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 > >