Haw Creek and Haugh Creek are the same place just spelled different in the census'. Glensted Church and Cemetery is in Haw Creek as well as Freedom Cemetery, Mt. Nebo Cemetery, Old Self Chapel Cemetery , Antioch Cemetery and quite a few other small family cemeteries. Glensted was a thriving community at one time with a train that stopped there at a small station. When my great grandparents(Thomas Sparks) lived there, they had a large farm with the largest barn in Morgan County. Their close friends, the Milburns had a small store. Glensted cemetery enjoys the names of so many who were pioneers in that small community. Some of the names written there are Harmon, Sparks, Morris, Murray, Hughes, Jones, Woolery, Self, Kindrick, Cooper, Klein, Nolt, Gerlt, Sims, Ball, Harrison, Milburn, Marriott. I wrote a poem for Glensted which is the loveliest place to visit and the nicest people still live there. I spent many a childhood day visiting the old graves with my parents, grandparents or Aunts. My father told me of his boyhood days in Glensted when he walked the fields, hunting rabbits, and squirrels for his dinner. He loved the trains and the creek that crossed below Glensted. He told me about the old cemetery on the Sparks farm he went to as a boy, but now the stones are gone. When he was fourteen and the depression got so bad my grandmother could hardly feed all her children so he stole a ride on the trains that went through Glensted and was a hobo with other men going to different locations, but he went to his cousin's in Washington. Henry Weeks married Gladys Washburn and Henry was a school Principal so my dad Elmer Lee Morris lived with them, went to school and learned to play the violin. I didn't know the violin story until he was an old man. He told me about one summer when he was 18 and he went to Idaho to pick berries for work . That was about 1934 or 1935. I said, "Oh, Daddy how awful." He threw back his head, laughed and said, "That was the most fun I ever had in my life." My father's last words were,"Take me home to Glensted." I could write a book about all the remembrances I have heard my large family tell. It was such a unique place and they loved it their entire lives even though they went other places to earn a living. The concept of neighbor loving neighbor thrived in the small community and people carried those values with them wherever they moved. Glensted Church It stands a triumph of it’s time A time when singing filled the air And Bess played hymns for all to share All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits The spire atop the little church Holds the bell so greatly loved Gained from little hands That earned each penny for the cost And counted it so sweet All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The boards grow weary old and gray And pass the time with cemetery play And count each soul and give it space All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The day is near when all are free >From ravages of age and time Each marker is a memory sign All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. Come see your past and look around To see what’s left of town and pray And wait your turn on this Memorial Day. All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. By Bonnie Morris Conrad I also wrote: Bury me in Glensted soil. The rich brown earth – Where my ancestors toiled- Let me lie in the place – Where the wind remembers my voice- And the sky remembers my face. **************BUY Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull on DVD today! (http://pr.atwola.com/promoclk/100000075x1209326865x1200539441/aol?redir=http://www.indianajones.com/site/index.html)

Bonnie, Wonderful memories and poems. Thank you for sharing! Barbara [email protected] wrote: Haw Creek and Haugh Creek are the same place just spelled different in the census'. Glensted Church and Cemetery is in Haw Creek as well as Freedom Cemetery, Mt. Nebo Cemetery, Old Self Chapel Cemetery , Antioch Cemetery and quite a few other small family cemeteries. Glensted was a thriving community at one time with a train that stopped there at a small station. When my great grandparents(Thomas Sparks) lived there, they had a large farm with the largest barn in Morgan County. Their close friends, the Milburns had a small store. Glensted cemetery enjoys the names of so many who were pioneers in that small community. Some of the names written there are Harmon, Sparks, Morris, Murray, Hughes, Jones, Woolery, Self, Kindrick, Cooper, Klein, Nolt, Gerlt, Sims, Ball, Harrison, Milburn, Marriott. I wrote a poem for Glensted which is the loveliest place to visit and the nicest people still live there. I spent many a childhood day visiting the old graves with my parents, grandparents or Aunts. My father told me of his boyhood days in Glensted when he walked the fields, hunting rabbits, and squirrels for his dinner. He loved the trains and the creek that crossed below Glensted. He told me about the old cemetery on the Sparks farm he went to as a boy, but now the stones are gone. When he was fourteen and the depression got so bad my grandmother could hardly feed all her children so he stole a ride on the trains that went through Glensted and was a hobo with other men going to different locations, but he went to his cousin's in Washington. Henry Weeks married Gladys Washburn and Henry was a school Principal so my dad Elmer Lee Morris lived with them, went to school and learned to play the violin. I didn't know the violin story until he was an old man. He told me about one summer when he was 18 and he went to Idaho to pick berries for work . That was about 1934 or 1935. I said, "Oh, Daddy how awful." He threw back his head, laughed and said, "That was the most fun I ever had in my life." My father's last words were,"Take me home to Glensted." I could write a book about all the remembrances I have heard my large family tell. It was such a unique place and they loved it their entire lives even though they went other places to earn a living. The concept of neighbor loving neighbor thrived in the small community and people carried those values with them wherever they moved. Glensted Church It stands a triumph of it’s time A time when singing filled the air And Bess played hymns for all to share All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits The spire atop the little church Holds the bell so greatly loved Gained from little hands That earned each penny for the cost And counted it so sweet All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The boards grow weary old and gray And pass the time with cemetery play And count each soul and give it space All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The day is near when all are free >From ravages of age and time Each marker is a memory sign All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. Come see your past and look around To see what’s left of town and pray And wait your turn on this Memorial Day. All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. By Bonnie Morris Conrad I also wrote: Bury me in Glensted soil. The rich brown earth – Where my ancestors toiled- Let me lie in the place – Where the wind remembers my voice- And the sky remembers my face. **************BUY Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull on DVD today! (http://pr.atwola.com/promoclk/100000075x1209326865x1200539441/aol?redir=http://www.indianajones.com/site/index.html) ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com

Thanks to everyone for telling me about the Haw and Haugh Creek TWP's. Bonnie or anyone, I have a question for you. I am trying to find the exact location of Jane "Janie" Williams and her daughter Ellen in the 1870 census. Jane was the wife of Jiles Lee "Giles" Williams. Jiles owned land in Mill Creek TWP area before he died in 1865 and it is stated that he was buried in Boyler's Mills Cemetery, Buffalo TWP but I am finding it hard to believe that he is buried there by his land purchases and locations and the census. I have been to that cemetery may of times but have not found anything. When Jane his wife applied for Jiles 1812 pension (Capt. Cooper Army in Booneslick, MO) she stated that he died at Billers Mills in Morgan County. I have not heard of a Billers Mill in Morgan County. I do know that there was Boyer's Mill in Buffalo TWP and a Gehlkin Mill that was owned by John Henry Gehlken that he built in about 1881 in Mill Creek TWP area but his son John Gehlken Jr. moved it to the Glensted area in about 1895. Does anyone know of any other mill?? Three people gave a affidavit for her on the 1812 pension of knowing Jane and Jiles. Benjamin Franklin Dinwiddie, David Shaw, and Thomas H Gilmore. All of them are living in Richland TWP.. Just before Jiles died he did sell a part off the farm in Mill Creek TWP but there is no other records at the court house of him selling the rest of the farm. So it seems funny that in 1860 he is in Mill Creek TWP and then Jane is in Haugh or Haw Creek TWP in 1870. Jane "Janie" Williams is in the 1870 census on page 15 of the Haugh Creek TWP. part of the census. Does anyone have or maybe a family listed on that census that knows the exact location of where she might have been in Haugh or Haw Creek? I am in hopes this leads me to where Jiles Williams is really buried. Thanks again for all your help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wayne M. Vaughn Email address: [email protected] Vaughn Family Web Site: http://www.waynevaughn.com Pettis County, Sedalia, Missouri 65301 Researching the Vaughn / Vaughan family lines in VA, TN, IL, KY, MO, OK Also researching the: Dinwiddie, Boone, Sledge, Thomas, Williams, Reed, and Finley Families. This Family Site Supports Free Exchange of Family Information, So we all may know our family history! Share your family information your cousin may be just around the corner! ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, October 17, 2008 7:36 AM Subject: Re: [MOMORGAN] Haugh Creek, Morgan, Missouri Haw Creek and Haugh Creek are the same place just spelled different in the census'. Glensted Church and Cemetery is in Haw Creek as well as Freedom Cemetery, Mt. Nebo Cemetery, Old Self Chapel Cemetery , Antioch Cemetery and quite a few other small family cemeteries. Glensted was a thriving community at one time with a train that stopped there at a small station. When my great grandparents(Thomas Sparks) lived there, they had a large farm with the largest barn in Morgan County. Their close friends, the Milburns had a small store. Glensted cemetery enjoys the names of so many who were pioneers in that small community. Some of the names written there are Harmon, Sparks, Morris, Murray, Hughes, Jones, Woolery, Self, Kindrick, Cooper, Klein, Nolt, Gerlt, Sims, Ball, Harrison, Milburn, Marriott. I wrote a poem for Glensted which is the loveliest place to visit and the nicest people still live there. I spent many a childhood day visiting the old graves with my parents, grandparents or Aunts. My father told me of his boyhood days in Glensted when he walked the fields, hunting rabbits, and squirrels for his dinner. He loved the trains and the creek that crossed below Glensted. He told me about the old cemetery on the Sparks farm he went to as a boy, but now the stones are gone. When he was fourteen and the depression got so bad my grandmother could hardly feed all her children so he stole a ride on the trains that went through Glensted and was a hobo with other men going to different locations, but he went to his cousin's in Washington. Henry Weeks married Gladys Washburn and Henry was a school Principal so my dad Elmer Lee Morris lived with them, went to school and learned to play the violin. I didn't know the violin story until he was an old man. He told me about one summer when he was 18 and he went to Idaho to pick berries for work . That was about 1934 or 1935. I said, "Oh, Daddy how awful." He threw back his head, laughed and said, "That was the most fun I ever had in my life." My father's last words were,"Take me home to Glensted." I could write a book about all the remembrances I have heard my large family tell. It was such a unique place and they loved it their entire lives even though they went other places to earn a living. The concept of neighbor loving neighbor thrived in the small community and people carried those values with them wherever they moved. Glensted Church It stands a triumph of it’s time A time when singing filled the air And Bess played hymns for all to share All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits The spire atop the little church Holds the bell so greatly loved Gained from little hands That earned each penny for the cost And counted it so sweet All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The boards grow weary old and gray And pass the time with cemetery play And count each soul and give it space All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The day is near when all are free >From ravages of age and time Each marker is a memory sign All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. Come see your past and look around To see what’s left of town and pray And wait your turn on this Memorial Day. All that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. By Bonnie Morris Conrad I also wrote: Bury me in Glensted soil. The rich brown earth – Where my ancestors toiled- Let me lie in the place – Where the wind remembers my voice- And the sky remembers my face. **************BUY Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull on DVD today! (http://pr.atwola.com/promoclk/100000075x1209326865x1200539441/aol?redir=http://www.indianajones.com/site/index.html) ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Bonnie, Maybe you should consider writing that book.  If not a book, at least write them down for your children and grandchildren with copies going to the Morgan County Library and Morgan County Historical Society. I think it would be fascinating reading. Linda Cox -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Sent: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 7:36 am Subject: Re: [MOMORGAN] Haugh Creek, Morgan, Missouri Haw Creek and Haugh Creek are the same place just spelled different in the ensus'. Glensted Church and Cemetery is in Haw Creek as well as Freedom emetery, Mt. Nebo Cemetery, Old Self Chapel Cemetery , Antioch Cemetery and uite a few other small family cemeteries. Glensted was a thriving community at one time with a train that stopped there at a small station. When my great randparents(Thomas Sparks) lived there, they had a large farm with the argest barn in Morgan County. Their close friends, the Milburns had a small tore. lensted cemetery enjoys the names of so many who were pioneers in that mall community. Some of the names written there are Harmon, Sparks, Morris, urray, Hughes, Jones, Woolery, Self, Kindrick, Cooper, Klein, Nolt, Gerlt, ims, Ball, Harrison, Milburn, Marriott. I wrote a poem for Glensted which is he oveliest place to visit and the nicest people still live there. I spent any a childhood day visiting the old graves with my parents, grandparents or unts. My father told me of his boy hood days in Glensted when he walked the ields, hunting rabbits, and squirrels for his dinner. He loved the trains and he creek that crossed below Glensted. He told me about the old cemetery on he Sparks farm he went to as a boy, but now the stones are gone. When he was ourteen and the depression got so bad my grandmother could hardly feed all er children so he stole a ride on the trains that went through Glensted and as a hobo with other men going to different locations, but he went to his ousin's in Washington. Henry Weeks married Gladys Washburn and Henry was a chool Principal so my dad Elmer Lee Morris lived with them, went to school nd earned to play the violin. I didn't know the violin story until he was an ld man. He told me about one summer when he was 18 and he went to Idaho to ick berries for work . That was about 1934 or 1935. I said, "Oh, Daddy how wful." He threw back his head, laughed and said, "That was the most fun I ever had in my life." My father's last words were,"Take me home to Glensted." could write a book about all the remembrances I have heard my large family ell. It was such a unique place and they loved it their entire lives even hough they went other places to earn a living. The concept of neighbor oving neighbor thrived in the small community and people carried those values ith them wherever they moved. Glensted Church It stands a triumph of it’s time time when singing filled the air nd Bess played hymns for all to share ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits The spire atop the little church olds the bell so greatly loved ained from little hands hat earned each penny for the cost nd counted it so sweet ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The boards grow weary old and gray nd pass the time with cemetery play nd count each soul and give it space ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The day is near when all are free rom ravages of age and time ach marker is a memory sign ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. Come see your past and look around o see what’s left of town and pray nd wait your turn on this Memorial Day. ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. By Bonnie Morris Conrad also wrote: ury me in Glensted soil. he rich brown earth – here my ancestors toiled- et me lie in the place – here the wind remembers my voice- nd the sky remembers my face. *************BUY Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull on DVD oday! http://pr.atwola.com/promoclk/100000075x1209326865x1200539441/aol?redir=http://www.indianajones.com/site/index.html) ------------------ ------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of he message

I agree...record those stories! I'm still digging out notes from when I was a young girl...taking notes when my grandmother talked! It is fun to see how close the "stories" are to actual records...and the clues you get from them. I might also add that when the Dam was built cemeteries had to be moved...I think even those whose families couldn't afford to come and move bodies...were actually moved by wonderful people who cared. Maybe your ancestors are in another place in Morgan County. Barbara [email protected] wrote: Bonnie, Maybe you should consider writing that book. If not a book, at least write them down for your children and grandchildren with copies going to the Morgan County Library and Morgan County Historical Society. I think it would be fascinating reading. Linda Cox -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Sent: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 7:36 am Subject: Re: [MOMORGAN] Haugh Creek, Morgan, Missouri Haw Creek and Haugh Creek are the same place just spelled different in the ensus'. Glensted Church and Cemetery is in Haw Creek as well as Freedom emetery, Mt. Nebo Cemetery, Old Self Chapel Cemetery , Antioch Cemetery and uite a few other small family cemeteries. Glensted was a thriving community at one time with a train that stopped there at a small station. When my great randparents(Thomas Sparks) lived there, they had a large farm with the argest barn in Morgan County. Their close friends, the Milburns had a small tore. lensted cemetery enjoys the names of so many who were pioneers in that mall community. Some of the names written there are Harmon, Sparks, Morris, urray, Hughes, Jones, Woolery, Self, Kindrick, Cooper, Klein, Nolt, Gerlt, ims, Ball, Harrison, Milburn, Marriott. I wrote a poem for Glensted which is he oveliest place to visit and the nicest people still live there. I spent any a childhood day visiting the old graves with my parents, grandparents or unts. My father told me of his boy hood days in Glensted when he walked the ields, hunting rabbits, and squirrels for his dinner. He loved the trains and he creek that crossed below Glensted. He told me about the old cemetery on he Sparks farm he went to as a boy, but now the stones are gone. When he was ourteen and the depression got so bad my grandmother could hardly feed all er children so he stole a ride on the trains that went through Glensted and as a hobo with other men going to different locations, but he went to his ousin's in Washington. Henry Weeks married Gladys Washburn and Henry was a chool Principal so my dad Elmer Lee Morris lived with them, went to school nd earned to play the violin. I didn't know the violin story until he was an ld man. He told me about one summer when he was 18 and he went to Idaho to ick berries for work . That was about 1934 or 1935. I said, "Oh, Daddy how wful." He threw back his head, laughed and said, "That was the most fun I ever had in my life." My father's last words were,"Take me home to Glensted." could write a book about all the remembrances I have heard my large family ell. It was such a unique place and they loved it their entire lives even hough they went other places to earn a living. The concept of neighbor oving neighbor thrived in the small community and people carried those values ith them wherever they moved. Glensted Church It stands a triumph of it’s time time when singing filled the air nd Bess played hymns for all to share ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits The spire atop the little church olds the bell so greatly loved ained from little hands hat earned each penny for the cost nd counted it so sweet ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The boards grow weary old and gray nd pass the time with cemetery play nd count each soul and give it space ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. The day is near when all are free rom ravages of age and time ach marker is a memory sign ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. Come see your past and look around o see what’s left of town and pray nd wait your turn on this Memorial Day. ll that stood is gone; alone it sits and waits. By Bonnie Morris Conrad also wrote: ury me in Glensted soil. he rich brown earth – here my ancestors toiled- et me lie in the place – here the wind remembers my voice- nd the sky remembers my face. *************BUY Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull on DVD oday! http://pr.atwola.com/promoclk/100000075x1209326865x1200539441/aol?redir=http://www.indianajones.com/site/index.html) ------------------ ------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of he message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com