Poor Old Thomas Hawkins is looking for his descendants!! He says he's been waiting around for someone to find him , but no one even calls his name!! I told Mr Hawkins that I would try to locate some of his desc. :} Any of you know Tom Hawkins or his children??? <gives ol Tom a pat on the back and an encouraging smile> Robin http://members.xoom.com/Robid/Page_1.htm http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~biddle/settlers.htm

>Tom Hawkins or his children?< His daughter Sadie Hawkins wuz a homely gal...she used ta get all dressed up in her bestest dress and go-to-meetin' bonnet just to go fer a walk, hopin' to meet some of Tom's neighbors' sons out walkin'. She couldn't never get a date for a Satiddy nite danse, and it got to the p'int that she would sneak some of her Pa's moonshine an' go right up to a feller and ax him to the danse. The fust few times ol' Sadie did it, the local boys would just laff and tell her they had a gal. One day, after the railroad went through yon Roark Valley, Sadie wuz in Branson with her pa--who wuz embarrassed by his daughter's shenanigans, but more embarrassed by the fact she was 25 and not married--a city feller, fine-lookin' and better dressed, got off the train and walked over to the store to ask about lodgings. Ol' Sadie ketched him outta the corner of her eye, and reached him afore the store owner did. She tole the city feller they had an extry bed out at her pa's place, axed him how long he was stayin', and when he tole her for a week, she axed him to the dance that Satiddy nite. The poor feller wuz so s'prized he sed yes, and then perceeded to have tha gratest nite of his life. Ol' Sadie dressed up mighty fancy, and axed the local "herbwoman" for potions to make her new beau think she was beautiful. The potions worked, and by the end of his week in the area, he married Ol' Sadie, and took her off to the city to live. To celebrate their anniversary every year, he brought her back home in May of each year to visit her kin, and they would re-enact how they met. Thus in May of each year, women honor Sadie and her rich city feller by going up to a single man and axin' him to a danse, wearing their purtiest clothes and bonnets. I don't know how much of this is true, but there is a Sadie Hawkins Dance in Branson every year. They did it every year until the mid-70s or so, then dropped it for a long time. They recently revived "Sadie Hawkins Day", but I don't remember if it is in May or in the Fall. My aunt used to dress up in the worst matched old long dresses and striped stockings you ever saw for it. Vonda