Seeking desc of: Alvin L Fisher who lived @Dent Okla in 1920 Came to Okla 1919 from Boone Co Ark. Married Mary Louise Owens Van Horn 1903 in Boone Co ark May have been married before. Alvin and Mary had 2 children John L Dora Mary was the widow of George Van horn and had 3 children William married Viola Raines 1903 in Boone co ArkDied @ Prague Okla Sarah never married. had 1 son Thomas born 1911 in Ark. died in Lincoln Co Okla. George married Lillie Strum in Taney co Mo. 1919 Died @ Ozark Mo.

First I want to thank everyone who has helped me before. Green Powers of KKirbyville married Junie Holliday of No. Cedar Valley 7 Nov. 1894.I would like any info. Parents, sibs, or anything. Thanks in advance. A White from Taney Diplomacy is the ability to let other people have your way.

Hey, Howdy! In doing genealogy, you become aware of just how important your children are. After all <BG>, they are the ones who will likely decide what to do with your collection of files, books, and other assorted papers you have kept in piles in your office for an "X" number of years. So you try to make friends and come up with interesting things for them to do with you as a family...on occasion. For those of you who've not heard of our "Gallivantin'", this is when we get in the car prior to breakfast--"early" being a definition I don't care to tackle here--and take off with a foggy notion in mind of where we want to go. In my case, I don't usually take ALL of the kids. I have my reasons--my inherited daughter, Victoria, will be 12 on Saturday, my son TJ will be 12 at the end of August, and the youngest, red-headed Brett, will be 11 in Oct. To pile those 3 long-legged young people into the back of my poor little "Mountain Chivy", a '93 Cavalier, is not only cruel and unusual punishment...it's just staring Trouble right in the face and laughing. Since Ingrid is my usual adult Gallivant Companion, she, of course, obligingly scooted her bucket seat close enough to the dash to bruise her knees. This was Sunday morning. Yes, last Sunday morning, when the majority of travelers are headed home after a 4-day weekend. We were headed for swimming and a picnic on the Buffalo River, a place my poor, uncultured children had never been. Yes, the Buffalo is a LONG-ish river, and it was twice as long as you think last Sunday. We didn't even cover half of it, either. Arming TJ with motion-sickness medicine, we went south from Branson to Harrison, AR, taking Hwy 65 to Hwy 43 West...or south, depending on where you're going. We were going to Ponca, in the very NW corner of Newton County, AR. But first, there was Gaither Mountain to climb, and Chivy had the air conditioning on as we crept to the top, two Harleys laden with couples right behind us. We pulled off at a "turnout" as we got to what was the crest of Gaither, and looked out over the eastern half of Boone Co. The Harley couples joined us. Boone Co. has the odd distinction of actually being mostly flat around Harrison, and it is really different to this hill-bred woman to see that far with only a lot of flat between me and the next ridge--which apparently was over by either Hwy 7 South or Hwy 65 South, maybe both. We moved on. The couples, backs to the vista, were taking pictures of themselves sitting on the guard rail preventing certain children from dropping a minimum of 500 tree-covered feet down to the field below us..."Mom, wouldn't that be cool if I just fell off, rolled down that hill some, got caught in a tree or something, and they had to get a helicopter to come rescue me?" I didn't even look to see if there WAS a hill below us, for all I could see were trees and brush. I also didn't answer that question with a "yes." The redhead scooted back to the car in response to my look. Crossing Gaither mountain was pretty neat, new country to me and the kids. The bickering going on between the red-head and my brunette daughter was distracting, and as we dropped down the old, curbed highway into Ponca, I smelled brakes. That's right. My brand-new brakes. Just installed less than 2 weeks ago. This was A Steep, Sharp, Drop. I slid down into 2nd gear, and just played with the brake pedal as I tried to count the number of ridges and creek valleys in the vista ahead. At least they didn't squall...the brakes, I mean, for the kids did plenty of it. We went through Ponca, old Newton Co. AR families who've been there since it was a county, and log cabins sitting right on the creek at the foot of these tall mountains. Perfect place to live, as far as Ingrid and I were concerned. At the intersection of Hwys 43 and 74 south of Ponca is the entrance to "Historical Boxley Valley", with yet another old wood house--this one uninhabitable--right there. We turned into the river access and parked. The better to cool off the brakes, if you will. Here, at Boxley, the kids jumped out to go "catch crawdads". It wasn't long before they were soaking wet, joining other families in the water by the low water bridge. For an hour, we wandered around the bridge area, not wanting to get too far down the islands--we don't like snakes. My kids, of course, squealed as the minnows nibbled if they were still for too long. They jumped off the low concrete bridge into the only depths over 4 feet there was in a small radius. The bridge is so low, canoers have to "take out" at this point, and walk some 50 or more feet to put back in. All I've seen of the Buffalo isn't really, really wide. Our motorcycle friends from Gaither Lookout came in, cruised through, said "Howdy" and wandered back out. I thought we might see them again through the day, but we didn't. They didn't swim. After snacks and drinks from the cooler--we left amid cries of "I'm not ready to go!" and "Let's stay just little longer". The only solace was Ingrid's promise of more swimming holes. Turning south again for a mile (unaccompanied by crawdads, I might add), we went into the campground and entry to the celebrated "Lost Valley" but it was much too hot to hike the trail back to see the waterfall. So we went back to Hwy 74, the road over Mt. Sherman. Two years ago or so, I wrote about Greg and me going over this mountain (the other direction). It is only 14 miles to Jasper, but you go UP, travel the ridgetop for a while, marveling at the lucky people who have this view all the time...then you come down. These are only hills to folks in the Rockies and other mountain ranges, but they are steep, the roads carved out of narrow benches and zig-zagging back and forth. And they are a great deal higher than the hills in Taney County. This area of AR was settled by the Cherokee Old Settlers in the late 1810s and early 1820s, and you get an idea of what it was like to ride in a wagon then...although the roads are undoubtedly much smoother now. Mt. Sherman is surrounded by mountains similar to it in size, the Buffalo along one side, with creeks chipping away at the others. What aren't sheer cliffs are extremely rugged sides covered in many different kinds of trees. We've had so much rain, everything is green and lush this year...markedly different than the past couple years. At Jasper, we stopped in the cemetery to see the grave of Silas Shruggs Stacey, the Cherokee Doctor. He is Ingrid's 2xg grandfather. We also drove through Jasper, stopping for lunch at the Ozark Cafe on the square. No picnic, thankfully--I chickened out and got a ribeye. I'm jealous...Taney County doesn't have such a fixture like the square, since Bull Shoals Lake was impounded. Even if I did ever get to move here, I'd be an outsider. And I'm from less than 100 miles north. >From Jasper, we head east 5 miles to a primitive campsite on the Buffalo called Hasty. The kids whoop and holler in the water, proclaiming this "the best swimming ever", but wanting a rock to jump off of. Since the water is only about 6 feet deep over on the far side of the river, I'm rather grateful I don't have to holler "No!" Here about 1/2 an hour, we travel back up the gravel red road and turn back west. Despite the kids' not wanting to go on. I'm mean, of course. On Hwy 7 North out of Jasper, Ingrid wants to visit another campsite called "Ozark". Not a townsite. This one makes me a little leery...I've not had any more brake trouble, since I'm doing the downshift thing in my automatic, and the boys chant "Mountain Chivy" as we go down again, another red clay and gravel road. One side of the road goes up the mountain, the other drops down into a tree-lined ravine. Victoria is above chanting. Just so you know, I rotated the cruelty of sitting in the middle with the hump...everyone got 2 turns. <BG> On this piece of our trip, Vic was in the middle and she was tired of looking at trees. We stayed here a while. Ozark has the best campsite of any we've seen yet, far as I'm concerned, but still no showers. Apparently, as I find out while we're here. only 2 campgrounds on the Buffalo have shower facilities. Drat. Down in the swimming area, there is a big bluff that is scalable by swimmers, so of course, my 3 are across the river (which really isn't a lot bigger than Bull Creek in Taney Co.) and climbing ASAP. Once you climb up some 8 feet, you hesitatingly make your way across a narrow path about 30 feet, where the other kids were waiting in line to jump off a protruding point into fairly deep water. The horizontal opening in the limestone cliff doesn't appear big enough to have housed any bluff dwellers, but you can sure see them staying here. The river is sand-bottomed at this place, whether by nature or Uncle Sam, I don't know. It was pretty close to perfect. We'll be back. >From Ozark, we again climb a hill back up to the highway, and continue north. Then, Hwy 7 goes down to its crossing of the Buffalo at Pruitt, and we turn into the river access here as well. Our last swim of the day. Taking the dirt road down to the river, we could barely see the top of the cliff rising above us. Most of the cliffs right on the river are bare vertical rock, with trees in various crevices, nooks and crannies. There's not as much cedar here as you would think, with most of the trees appearing to be hardwoods. Varieties of walnut, elm, oak, lots of mimosa and pine, and others we couldn't name. All green and full-bodied, enjoying the hot, hazy day. Here, at last, there was a big rock to jump from. Gleefully, the kids spied it and headed downstream towards the other kids playing on and around it. Ingrid and I sat down and enjoyed just looking at that awesome cliff. You could see cave openings toward the top, and while I didn't pick it out, I'm sure the spot that big rock fell from was up there somewhere, too. By the time it was 6, we'd been there about a 1/2 hour, and it was time to head home, even with complaints. No car troubles, 4 swimming holes, not too much yelling (well...), a pretty good meal--and I still had some diet Dr. Pepper in the trunk. We headed north, with more complaints of "I'm cold" because of the air conditioning (which was barely on). By the time we reached Omaha on Hwy 65, all 3 kids were sound asleep, the red head in the middle with his head between his knees. When I stopped for gas--$1.19 at the state line, when it's $1.35 in Branson--Brett had slid back against the seat, resting his head on TJ's, which was on Brett's shoulder. Vic was curled up with her towel over her, tucked into the corner. Good thing that door sticks. <BG> Otherwise, she'd've had to use Brett's other shoulder, and the way they bickered Sunday, that wouldn't have worked. It was a good day. Wish you could've been there, but then...you'd've had to drive. Just so you know, if you asked them after we got home like I did, none of the kids had any fun....at all. Didn't like the river, all of them squeaked about minnows nibbling on them, the 11-yr-olds discussed and checked for leeches for 15 minutes after each swim. But they want to go back. I could be certifiable. Have a GREAT Week! Vonda ListMom for MO-AR-WRV http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~moarwrv/ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gregvonda/ http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com/~vondak/

**Note: In this portion of her letters, Mrs. Hine mentions "Auntie Collins." Ms. Collins had been scalped as a child by Indians, but survived the attack. She was somewhat of a celebrity and is mentioned in several early accounts. In a letter to Edward J. Harden of Savannah, dated May 7, 1859, Dr. W. C. Daniell stated "About 1837 ... I stopped to dinner at the house of a Mrs. Collins, in Emanuel or Bulloch county, who had been scalped in one of these Indian forays late in the last century. She was a tall, stately woman, upwards of eighty years old, and wore a handkerchief on her head to conceal the loss which she had sustained from the scalping-knife of an Indian warrior." This out-of-door life must be very pleasant through the long, hot summers. They can always command a breeze if any air is stirring, either at the front or back of the house, or in the broad passage way. One of the stage stands at which we stopped was kept by an old lady called "Auntie Collins." She always has her head tied up with a handkerchief, and over that wears a man's broad-brimmed straw hat, out of doors and in, at the table and everywhere.... She is utterly bald-headed, having been scalped by the Indians when a child. Her house goes by the name of the "Pewter Platter House." She has an immense pewter platter which extends almost from side to side of her table, and when she has many to feed she puts her fish, flesh, and fowl all on that one dish. A gentleman told me yesterday that he had eaten there when she had fried fish, ham and eggs, venison, chicken, partridges, sausages and roast pork all on that huge pewter dish. But we did not see it the night we stopped there! , probably because there were no guests but ourselves, but she gave us a most royal supper and breakfast, and would have put us up lunch enough for a week if we would have suffered it. This stage road which we came passes, they say, through as poor a section of country as there is in the state, hence the meagre settlements and the class of people who, as a general thing, reside here. Those who are too poor to buy productive land can get a home here for almost nothing. They come here, perhaps, with one horse and a cart and all of their earthly possessions in it, and if they will go to work as some of them do, they soon find themselves, in a measure, comfortable, according to their ideas of comfort. This propitious climate is everything to a farmer who is poor. He is not obliged to intermit his labors when winter comes, but can keep at work out of doors all the time, with exceptional days of course. He can keep his family warm in an open house, can clear new ground, split rails for fencing, and get his grounds in good shape for culture ere the season comes to plant. It is a matter of unceasing surprise to me how many home comforts these people who are so remote from any market or mart of trade can make for themselves. One house particularly, which was a marvel of neatness, too--occupied by a young couple who had been married but a few years--had scarcely anything about it which was not the work of their two pairs of hands. The house was simply one large room. He had got the logs out himself, and hewed them square to make it more sightly. His neighbors had helped him to raise it. He rived out the shingles to cover it and put them on himself, and built his own chimney of sticks, plastered with mud. There were two bedsteads in the room of his own make, the mattresses made of straw from their own wheat, while the beds had evidently been supplied with feathers from a large flock of geese which were ranging about the premises, and the ticks and the sheets and the spreads were all manifestly the work of the wife. He had made his own table also. There was not a chair in the house, but a number of three-legged stools--some with legs long enough to use at the table in eating, and others made with shorter legs--a long, low settle, which would seat four or five, which was a most comfortable seat, and made evidently from the half of a hollow log, which had been manipulated until in shape it resembled, the ! whole length of it, the seat of a Boston rocker and had had friction applied to it until it was very smooth. This was mounted on four legs. The doors to the house were upright planks nailed together by battons, and their fastenings wooden latches whittled out by hand, which worked with a string. The window shutters were made the same as the doors, and closed with a string, which was tied on to a nail driven in the shutter and wound around a nail driven in the house. Their household vessels for holding milk, lard, salt, and various other things were gourds. The clothing of both the man and his wife and their little baby was evidently spun and woven by the woman herself. Her spinning wheel stood there in the corner of the room, and the loom just outside of the house, with a shelter built over it. The man said he had dug his own well. The bucket he used in it was a cypress knob, hollowed out. A string of plaited bear's grass (a native growth) served as a handle. It was tied to a pole which, being fastened at the other end on a tall upright rest, formed what they called a "sweep." It was a perfect novelty to me. The flexible pole to which the bucket was attached was bent down over the well to sink the bucket, and it would rise itself full of water. At the well, mounted on logs, was a long trough, deeply dug out from a huge tree, in two sections--one end to serve as a wash tub, the other to water the stock in. Both had auger holes in the bottom to let the water off when necessary, stopped up with corn-cobs for corks. The only thing we saw on the whole premises which had been bought at a store were some simple table ware and a few cooking utensils, and these probably had been hauled many a mile. Against one side of the room were long shelves, resting on huge wooden pegs driven into the logs, which were piled with bedding and clothing, showing the work of thrifty hands. These shelves served the purpose of wardrobe and bureau and closet, of which the house was guiltless. The family, consisting of Mr. Fleming, his wife, and their little one (not yet two years old) looked the picture of contentment and happiness. Everything about them was neat and in sparkling order. Evidently they do not eat the bread of idleness. So many times since leaving them I have thought of them and their simple life, which rivals that of Robinson Crusoe, and thought that more than anyone I ever saw they led an independent life. Their table was bountifully supplied with meat and fowls and garden vegetables, all of their own raising.

Psst - Over here in the back row - waving my hand~~~ Vonda Sheets wrote: >Hey, >For some reason, I don't have Joy Hobbs' email addy. (Stone Co. researcher, >has been onlist before). Does anyone here have it? I need to contact her! > >Vonda >ListMom for MO-AR-WRV >http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~moarwrv/ >http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gregvonda/ >http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com/~vondak/ > >

Hey, For some reason, I don't have Joy Hobbs' email addy. (Stone Co. researcher, has been onlist before). Does anyone here have it? I need to contact her! Vonda ListMom for MO-AR-WRV http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~moarwrv/ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gregvonda/ http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com/~vondak/

This is so interesting. The lady who wrote these letters went into such detail about the people and places she saw on her stagecoach ride in 1833. Gives insight into what our ancestors' lives were like in those days. It's awfully long, though, so I'll divide it and send the first part today and the next tomorrow. (That way, maybe the Rootsweb police won't notice..... :-) Nancy 1833 letters describe area domestic characteristics By FARRIS CADLE In the late 1800s an eclectic monthly magazine called The Old Homestead was published in Savannah. The April, 1891 issue carried the transcript of a series of letters that had been written more than half a century earlier by twenty-year-old Mrs. James Hine, to her mother. Little is known about Mrs. Hine. She was from New York City, and sailed to Savannah. From there she took a stage to Dublin to visit her brother. This route took her through the middle of Emanuel County. It is difficult to determine which parts of the narrative deal specifically with Emanuel County, but her comments are representative for the entire region. Mrs. Hine was mesmerized by the coarseness and simplicity of the people she met. Her descriptions are of particular interest for the great detail they provide about domestic life. During this period there were few hotels or public livery stables in the countryside. As a result, stage lines had formal arrangements for their passengers and horses to stay overnight at private homes. Dublin, Laurens County, December 20 [1833].-- [My Dear Mother,] I feel as if I had so much to say I scarcely know where to begin--so much that is new to me meets me at every step. We left Savannah on the 8th.... When we got to Norwoods, where we were to spend the first night, evening was closing in around us, but there was still sufficient light to see the size and general appearance of the house. As we approached it I saw that it was of logs, a single story in height, presenting but one window and one door, the window unglazed and a ponderous wooden shutter used to close it. I supposed the building to be the barn, and in my own mind pronounced upon the unthriftiness of the man who had no better outhouses. What was my astonishment upon finding that it was the dwelling--the house of the family with whom we were to stay. This is the stage road which we have taken, and there is very little travel over it, and it passes through a very barren and desolate section of country--as poor perhaps, if not poorer, than any land in the state. Dublin is, I think, about one hundred and thirty miles from Savannah, and there is not a single public house the whole distance; yet everybody's house is open to you, and they give you a generous welcome and the best of everything they have. Some of them will accept payment for the food and shelter which they give you, while others utterly decline it, claiming they have received sufficient compensation in the pleasure your society has afforded them. This house where we stayed contained three rooms--one large one, into which the door opened, with a huge chimney at the end almost the width of the room, constructed of sticks piled upon each other, after the fashion of the corn-cob houses I used to make in childhood. It was built outside of the house; the side where the chimney joined on to the house was left open, and the logs sawed out to make the fireplace. The interstices between the sticks were filled with clay, with which also the whole thing was daubed outside and in. This room was used as hall, parlor, dining-room, and bedroom. On the side of this was a bedroom of a fair size, and behind it a piazza, on one end of which another very small bedroom was partitioned off. The furniture of the room into which we were shown was a large pine table and a half-dozen chairs of country make--turned legs and splint bottoms. The family had retired for the night when we got there, but the man and his wife got up and "made a light," as he expressed it. He set fire to some pieces of resinous pine and put them in the chimney, which I found was their substitute for a lamp, and when we sat down to the supper prepared, which was bountiful and well cooked, Mr. Norwood took two of the burning sticks from the fireplace and held the blazing, smoking torch above our heads to give us light to eat by. He was a coarse, rough-looking man, with no clothes on but shirt and trousers of the coarsest kind of homespun, not even a shoe or stocking, and with his bloused head of long and bushy hair and unshorn beard, and that flaming torch about his head, wearied as I was with travel and my nerves unstrung with the fright of the evening, I could compare him in my mind to nothing but an imp of darkness; and his wife, who came in from the kitchen (which was a small log building back of the house) to preside at the table, ! was almost equally repulsive in dress and appearance. She had on her head all the evening--not only as she was going back and forth to the kitchen to attend to supper arrangements, but as she sat at the head of the table pouring the coffee--one of those long cracker bonnets ... which, when the head is bent, effectually conceals the face, as the capes which they have sewed on them, varying in width from six inches to half a yard, conceals the neck and shoulders. They are the most disfiguring article of dress I have ever seen a woman wear. After the supper was finished I sought quarters for the night, and they showed me into the little room on the end of the piazza. It was barely large enough to hold a small bedstead and have a space of about two feet on one side of it. There was no space for the door to open; it had to open outside. There was no article of furniture in the room but the bedstead and one chair--not even a table to hold a light, but that of course was quite unnecessary, as I had no light to put on it and was expected to go to bed by such light as came in through the open door, for there was no window to the room, or else satisfy myself with such light as came in through the cracks between the planks which formed the walls. The bedstead was a rough specimen of home manufacture, and the bed, professedly of feathers, though there were not enough feathers in it to have made a decent pair of pillows, while the dimensions of the pillows given me were about twelve by eighteen inches in size, with barel! y feathers enough in them to show the purpose they were intended to serve. There was no mattress, but a dried cowhide laid upon the cords to prevent what feathers there were in the bed from sinking down between them. With the door to my room opening as it did out-doors, and no fastening on it--it simply closed with a wooden latch which was lifted with a string--with no water for bathing purposes, such sleeping appointments as I have described, and the vision of that large, uncouth-looking man with his flaming torch continually before me, I leave you to judge how much repose I found. I felt very much as if I had got on the extreme border of civilization but one remove from savage life. I have read much of frontier life, but I never pictured to myself anything so wild as this. Indeed, I thought I had seen something of life in the woods and primitive habitats in western New York, but what I saw there was high toned civilization and culture compared with this. I was greatly relieved when the streaks of daylight found their way through the chinks in the walls. I arose and performed toilet operations without water, and throwing open the door of my room went out on the piazza, where I found a pail of water and gourd, and a wash-pan placed there for family use, and a towel for everybody's use. How differently did the man appear to me in the morning of whom I was so ready to make a demon in the night. True he was one of earth's plodders, with scarcely an idea in his head, perfectly ignorant himself, but his wife, he said, had some "larnin"--she could read, but not write. He manifested a fund of kindly feeling and hearty good will for us, pointed out the difficulties of the way; said the causeway was all washed up at "Yam Grandy" and the water deep, "and if the critter was inclined to be 'skeary' we might have difficulty." He brought out some pieces of blanket and wrapped skilfully about the harness in different places to prevent the horse from being "galded" in his warm and weary way. January 16, 1834--... I was not sorry when we were once more alone together on the road. The day passed pleasantly in social converse and in comments upon the rustic life everywhere displaying itself in rude fences and ruder barns, the latter in some instances being only pens made of fence rails of extra length piled up high, and the ears of corn thrown in until they were full, when they were left uncovered. In some places there were a number of these improvised barns, and then again one or two would hold all the corn the owner had. My heart sunk at nightfall as we approached the little log hut where we were to stay all night, but found it far more convenient and comfortable than the one where we had slept the preceding night. The supper was good and well served, and we had a candle on the table to give us light, and servants standing around to wait upon us. I asked one of them to hand me a glass of water. She brought me a gourd full from the bucket, and after I had drank took it away again and hung up the gourd. They called the drinking cup a gourd, but it looked like a long-necked squash with a hole cut in the bowl end and hollowed out until there was nothing but the shell left. This held the water, and the long neck served as a handle. Our wayside accommodations were very simple all the way, and the unique features of life as presented to me in these squatters' cabins were a perfect study to me. They were so different from any phase of life which had ever before come under my notice--though we had no second experience as rough as the first night developed. We did not stop for dinner even when we passed (as we occasionally did) an attractive-looking place which gave promise of a good dinner, judging from the looks of hogs rooting about, plenty of chickens of all sizes and ages, and calves in the pen, denoting an abundance of milk and butter.... On two occasions when night overtook us we found ourselves at stage stands where the drivers of public stages changed their horses and drivers and passengers took supper or breakfast. These were much more pretentious than the wayside homes which had hitherto served as abiding places for us when our day's travel was completed. The houses were more spacious and had a sprinkling of city comforts, procured probably through the drivers as they passed back and forth from Savannah to Macon. The buildings, though, are almost universally made of logs; that is, the body of them. The larger houses here are what they term "double pen" log houses, that is two separate cabins made of logs and notched and fitted into each other at the corners, and sometimes hewn on all four sides. These are placed some little distance from each other, perhaps ten or fifteen feet apart, and connected by rafters overhead, and one long roof stretched from end to end of the two buildings, covering the open space as well, which is floored, and serves as a hall or passageway to the house, and is the main entrance, a door opening into each of these two log rooms, on the right and left hand respectively. Then there are piazzas built back and front, extending the whole length of the cabins and the passageway, which sometimes embraces forty or fifty feet. At either end of these piazzas small bedrooms are boarded in, called shed rooms, and as they are small they have a long stretch of piazza between them. The front piazza is general sitting-room about nine months of the year, and the back one (overlooking the kitchen, which is always a separate building, though generally in close proximity to the houses) is used as a dining-room.

This was sent to me on another list and I thought it had some important information to pass along to all of you. Our Taney Co. mailing list is still one of the best ones I am subscribed to! This information is not at all meant as a scold, but to help all of us! Take care all & enjoy! Jerry J. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jim Young" <myoung@icok.net> To: "Gerald Johnston" <gerald.h.johnston@worldnet.att.net> Sent: Sunday, July 07, 2002 6:19 AM Subject: Submitting a BRIGGS Query (was Re: subscribe) > > Hello List Family Member, > > To make your query work harder for you... keep in mind the old rules of > news reporting and include as many of the following as possible: > > SUBJECT FIELD: To get the most from your query and make your query > command attention, place the SURNAME, LOCATION, YEAR in the subject > field. Remember ! ! ! ! Many subscribers belong to multiple mailing lists; > therefore, many go through their mail looking at subject fields... only > reading > those that have descriptive subject names. Unfortunately, messages entitled > "Question", "Help", "IMPORTANT!", "My Family", "My Line", > "My Grandfather", etc., are deleted without ever being opened. > > WHO: State the names of people as completely as you can. > > WHAT: Try to limit your query to one or two specific questions or bits of > information. Post other queries with additional questions rather than > load all your questions into one query. In this way, each of your questions > will stand out and get attention. > > WHEN: Dates are important, if you don't know the day, month and year > try to put in a period (1790s, late 1800s etc.) > > WHERE: Mention the location of events (birth, marriage, death, etc.) in > the body of the query. Include their migration path if you can. > > WHY: Why are you searching for this (these) individual(s)? Describe your > connection to him/her. > > HOW: How your query appears will often get subscriber's attention. Check > spelling, grammar and format. Apply the KISS system: Keep It Simple Simple. > > REPETITION: Once you have an acceptable looking query, save it and > update it as necessary. Use it again about once a quarter to touch base > with new members. Also, you may use it on web sites that accepts queries. > > REMEMBER: Your goal is to get information. A list server (discussion group), > such as this, is an excellent forum for helping you get that information. Make > your query work! > > By following these recommendations, your query stands a better chance of > being read and you may make that great contact that you need. > > GOOD QUERIES CONNECT... After you have made the post and the connection, > NEVER, forget to thank that person, no matter how small the contribution; as, > they may find something more later and might not wish to pass this along to > an ungrateful person! > > Please note that BRIGGS queries are addressed to: > > BRIGGS-L@rootsweb.com > > CAUTION... You may wish to consider withholding personal data on living > descendants. Because, at the moment, once your message has been archived on > RootsWeb, neither the data within nor the message can be removed from the > archives. > > Happy Huntin' > > Jim Young > List Moderator > >

Seeking info on the following: William Jackson BROWN b. 12 Sep 1876 either MO ot TN or AR d. 12 June 1923 Cedar Creek, Taney, MO buried McCarty Cemetery, Cedar Creek married unknown when or where to Margaret Lueiza MARLER - no other info on her They had at least one child but know they had more: Floyd A. BROWN b. 27 Mar 1899 Taney Co, Mo d. 8 Mar 1975 buried in Brown Cemetery, Taney Co, Mo He was also married - who was his wife and their children? Any help greatly appreciated. Thank you, Sharon in AZ texsam@cox.net

I bought a scrapbook awhile back filled with newspaper clippings of the time. The dates covered are from 1915 to about 1930. Unfortunately, there's no byline for this article, but it was printed in a Springfield, MO newspaper on July 4, 1920. It's raining on our barbeque today, but it hasn't dampened our 4th of July spirit.....I hope the sun's shining on your celebration! Nancy July 4, 1920 July 4 brings back vividly to us those times not far distant, when loyalty and independence burned in the soul of every American. It brings back the scene of the quaint old Quaker town, its streets filled with people "pacing restless up and down," people gathering at the corners, whispering to each other, some beating against the State House door. Inside sits the Continental Congress, truth and reason for their guides, debating over a simple scroll, though of enough importance to shake the cliffs of England. It brings back the scene of a bellman, old and gray, one hand on the clapper, his eye tense, waiting for the signal to toll the bell. Soon the signal comes, the news that the Declaration of Independence has been signed. The old bell, bearing the inscription, "Proclaim liberty throughout the land, to all the inhabitants thereof," peels forth the joyful news until its old sides crack. The people....... "How they shouted! What rejoicing! How the old bell shook the air! But now the old State House bell is silent, Hushed is now its clamorous tongue; But the spirit it awakened, Still is living---ever young; And when we greet the smiling sunlight On the Fourth of each July We will ne'er forget the bellman Who, betwixt the earth and sky, Rang out loudly, 'Independence!' Which, please, God, shall never die!"

Hello! White River Valley Historical Society's Cemetery Committee is holding two meetings this month. The public is invited to attend, especially those interested in history and gardening. The first meeting will be held Monday, Jul 15, 2002, from 5-8 pm at the Old Taney County Jail. The purpose of this meeting, according to committee chairman Jeff Michel, is a work session, to begin mapping and evaluating the status of every Taney County cemetery. A cemetery hop will be held at 8 am, Saturday, Jul 27. Everyone is to meet at the Old Jail; then we will begin updating the transcription of Old Forsyth Cemetery, and if time allows, another nearby cemetery. The WRVHS Cemetery Committee has 3 immediate goals: 1) to update existing transcriptions, conditions, and information about each Taney county cemetery; 2) to protect all existing cemeteries in the county from development, and to research the known destroyed cemeteries; 3) and to provide oversight all cemeteries currently without an association. Long-term goals include seeking funding to provide perpetual care, fencing, and signs for all cemeteries without these provisions at this time. There are over 100 cemeteries in the county, many of which are small family burials within subdivisions and rangeland. For more information, call 417-546-9892 (the Old Jail), leave a message, and someone will call you back; or call 417-239-1619. Thanks! Vonda Wilson Sheets ListMom for MO-AR-WRV http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~moarwrv/ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gregvonda/ http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com/~vondak/

Hi everyone, Some sites in honor of the 4th..... Intrigue, treachery, suspense.......this is a wonderful site! Spy Letters of the American Revolution: http://www.si.umich.edu/spies/index-gallery.html Great genealogy links to the American Revolution: http://www.americanrevolution.org/genlinks.html Interesting info on the 13 Original Colonies: http://www.timepage.org/spl/13colony.html Have a safe and happy Independence Day! Nancy Brister, researching Doty/Warren/Stringer of MA/VA/NC/GA/MS McCormick/Dawkins/Carmichael of NC/SC/MS Garrett of SC/MS/LA Matthews/Jackson of IL/TN/MO/TX/LA Cain/Garmon of GA/TX "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path....and leave a trail." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Actually, you can go to their "search thingy" and perform a search much like you would do for google or any other search engine. Use the ( ) + - etc, to your advantage. I received a recent message from rootsweb, while addressing their message boards, it works for other searches as well in their data bases. Maybe this info will help some of you who might not subscribe to their info updates. Everyone keep cool & enjoy this special holiday. Joy in MO Message was as follows: (Please remember that many of the RootsWeb Message Boards are gatewayed to mailing lists. This means that when something is posted to a board, it is also posted to the mailing list. When replying to a gatewayed message it is best to reply on the board where the original message was written, just in case the author is not currently on the mailing list where you found the message. TRD-H) GETTING THE MOST OUT OF MESSAGE BOARDS. http://boards.rootsweb.com/ You can search all message boards, search a category, or search only one board by selecting the appropriate button depending upon your location within the board hierarchy. To perform a simple search type in a surname (last name), a keyword, or a phrase, and click GO! In all searches, keywords or phrases will be searched for the closest to the least exact match in that order. For a more specific search click on the ADVANCED SEARCH link. A search of all boards is the default. Complete any or all of the items on the ADVANCED SEARCH form: --FIND MESSAGES CONTAINING: (list a keyword or phrase) --WITH SUBJECT CONTAINING: (searches only message subjects) --BY AUTHOR: (the posters' names will be searched) --POSTED IN THE LAST ____: (select a time period from drop-down menu) --WITH SURNAME: (searches only the Surname Box entries) also offers a check box to use a Soundex search. (For information about Soundex, a special index, see: http://rwguide.rootsweb.com/lesson9.htm ). --WITH MESSAGE TYPE: (Select from the drop-down menu: All, Query, Bible, Biography, Birth, Cemetery, Census, Death, Deed, Immigration, Lookup, Marriage, Military, Obituary, Pension, or Will). Searches support trailing wildcards represented by an asterisk (*) following a minimum of the first three letters of the keyword or surname. A trailing wildcard means you cannot begin a search request surname/keyword with an asterisk -- you must start with at least three letters prior to the asterisk. For example: a search for Joh* will find John, Johns, or Johnson. Search operators you may use are the plus (+) sign which may be placed in front of any word to indicate that this word MUST appear in a message for it to be considered a match, and the minus sign (-) which may be placed in front of any term you wish to exclude from a search. A search for '+jones john -paul' will return only those hits that contain the word 'jones' -- provided the word 'paul' does not also appear in the message. The word "john" may or may not appear in the message. Messages that include both 'john' and 'jones' would rank higher in degree of match (relevancy) than those that only include 'jones'. If you search and get no matches, enter less information or search only by a surname or a keyword. Regardless of the case (upper or lower) found in the actual posts on the message boards, typing all lowercase letters in the search box will make your search case insensitive, thereby yielding the maximum number of matches. Too many matches? Enter additional data on the ADVANCED SEARCH page to narrow down your results. If the surname for which you are looking is also a common word (such as HILL) use the ADVANCED SEARCH link and search on the surname by typing it into the SURNAME BOX. This enables you to search only message board posts in which this "word" is used as a surname. Searching only on the surname field eliminates authors' names from coming up in your search results. You also can narrow search results by selecting a specific data type or messages with attachments. By searching only for posts with attachments, for example, you can easily locate those messages that include pictures, scanned images, and GEDCOMs. Previously published in RootsWeb Review: Vol. 5, No. 26, 26 June 2002. Vonda Sheets wrote: >Hey, Howdy! >While I've been slaving away on re-doing the WRV website (1st link below my >signature), I had an idea...and boy, did it pay off! > >I was trying to find some websites at Freepages at Rootsweb that might link >up to our area, and lo, and behold, the server for Freepages is finally up! >However...there's over 8,000 of 'em. In the interests of time, I tried to >see if Rootsweb had some way of searching through those things, and guess >what? > >You go to the homepage of Rootsweb (http://www.rootsweb.com) and type in the >word "Taney" under "surnames" for Rootsweb's search. Came up with some >1,200 pages (on the results page, scroll down till you see "websites" or >something like "other websites"--it's been a few hours and a lotta >websites). > >Taney Co. MO is the only county thus named in the whole USA, and so you get >stuff that mentions Taney Co. I don't know if it'd work so well for other >county names, but you never know... > >Anyway, a bunch of my gen website pages came up, too (no, I'm not counting >them), so you can just skip over them. They have the "~gregvonda" part in >the link, which looks like the 2nd link below my signature. > >Saw some gorgeous fireworks at College of the Ozarks tonight...everyone, >have a Wonderful 4th of July! > >Vonda >ListMom for MO-AR-WRV >http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~moarwrv/ >http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gregvonda/ >http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com/~vondak/ > > >==== MOTANEY Mailing List ==== >"A nation that forgets its past can function no better than an individual with amnesia."--David C. McCullough, "LA Times," 23 Apr 1978 > >============================== >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 > >

Hi everyone, One of my grandfather's favorite tales of Taney Co. had to do with the Younger brothers and the fact that his father had actually seen them (live and in person!) when they'd been traveling in Taney Co. once. I can't remember which of the Younger brothers it was now......possibly Frank and Cole? And maybe one of the James brothers, too? Does anyone know anything about the Youngers' visits to Taney Co.? The following was shared by Fran Warren on the 'Outlaws of the Old West' list. We may be living in violent times today, but those old time feuds were no Sunday school picnic..... Nancy, researching in Taney Co.: Jackson, Matthews, Robertson Van Buren Press Crawford County, Arkansas December 25, 1886 SAM STARR KILLED Fort Smith Tribune- Well authenticated reports have been received that this notorious Indian was killed on last Saturday and that his last act in life was to kill his slayer. A feud had existed for over fifty years between the Foreman and Starr families, in which many lives have been sacrificed. Ben Foreman was an Indian Policeman and assisted in the first arrest of Belle Starr, the wife of Sam. This only intensified the feelings of hatred existing between the parties. Subsequently and only a few months ago, Ben Foreman, with others, attempted the arrest of Sam Starr. A fight ensued, during which Sam was badly wounded and his horse killed. Sam was captured, but wounded as he was, succeeded in escaping from the guard and secreting himself in the hills near Younger's Bend, the home of the outlaw and his family. His wife, Belle, went to his aid and, placing him upon a horse, they swam the river and came to this city where Sam surrendered himself to the U S Marshal. Belle was afraid that Sam would be killed by his neighbors and has carefully guarded him. But it seems that on last Saturday night they both started for this city. After coming some distance they stopped at a house where a dance was in progress. Ben Foreman chanced to be present and soon he and Sam became involved in a quarrel about the horse which had been killed by the Foreman posse, Starr demanding pay for the animal. Foreman drew his pistol and Starr quickly responded. Their shots were almost in unison and Starr fell dead with a bullet through his heart. Foreman having his neck broken by Sam's bullet and dying in a few minutes. But two shots were fired, both fatal, and one of the bullets grazed the head of a boy standing near, inflicting a slight wound. The death of these two well-known characters will probably put an end to the vendetta which has so long disgraced the Cherokee Nation.

Hi, My name is Craig McCanless and I am new to the list. My first question is about a "Stevens Point Resort". I have a number of post cards that were written to my father and his brothers in the 1910s and early 1920s. The return address on the cards was Stevens Point Resort, Branson, Missouri. My father's grandparents were Henry L. and Elizabeth (Parke) Stevens. Does anyone have any knowledge of Stevens Point Resort and or the Henry L. Stevens family? Thanks Craig McCanless cmccanless@earthlink.net

Sorry, I storied to ya... It's over 200 hits I got for "Taney" when I searched Rootsweb for websites. I'm still finding maiden names on women I didn't have before! It's time for this little girl to toddle off to bed (everyone else crashed ages ago........) yaawwnnnnn. V ListMom for MO-AR-WRV http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~moarwrv/ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gregvonda/ http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com/~vondak/

Hey, Howdy! While I've been slaving away on re-doing the WRV website (1st link below my signature), I had an idea...and boy, did it pay off! I was trying to find some websites at Freepages at Rootsweb that might link up to our area, and lo, and behold, the server for Freepages is finally up! However...there's over 8,000 of 'em. In the interests of time, I tried to see if Rootsweb had some way of searching through those things, and guess what? You go to the homepage of Rootsweb (http://www.rootsweb.com) and type in the word "Taney" under "surnames" for Rootsweb's search. Came up with some 1,200 pages (on the results page, scroll down till you see "websites" or something like "other websites"--it's been a few hours and a lotta websites). Taney Co. MO is the only county thus named in the whole USA, and so you get stuff that mentions Taney Co. I don't know if it'd work so well for other county names, but you never know... Anyway, a bunch of my gen website pages came up, too (no, I'm not counting them), so you can just skip over them. They have the "~gregvonda" part in the link, which looks like the 2nd link below my signature. Saw some gorgeous fireworks at College of the Ozarks tonight...everyone, have a Wonderful 4th of July! Vonda ListMom for MO-AR-WRV http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~moarwrv/ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gregvonda/ http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com/~vondak/

Phillip B. Carsten & wife Lydia Fillbeck were in Swann Twp., Taney Co., at the time of the 1910 U.S. Census with 6 children: William T. b. 1891, Louis F. b. 1893, Benjamin F. b. 1896, Mary b. 1898, Edward b. 1901, and Turner b. 1907. According to the family stats, there was another non-surviving child who would have been born & passed on before 1910. William joined the army & is in Camp Devon, Massachusetts in 1920 ~ can't get a handle on any of the other family members until William's death in Springfield, MO in 1967 and Ben's death in Kansas City (he's buried in Ozarks Memorial Park there in Taney Co.. Does anyone have any further information on this family? I'm desperate. Phillip's parents were Frederick William Carsten & Neoma/Naomi Manes. ~gina in Long Beach CA~ please visit my website at www.burningskyenterprises.com family album - http://www.geocities.com/ginaburningsky4/burningskyent_genealogy.html

i have hit a brick wall and am hoping this is someone on the list Family Too. George Cole Manley was born 1887 in or around Boone Co Ark. Fathers name unknown. He remained in Boone Co Til 1919 then Moved To Okla. He married Sophie Sarah Hughey and had 2 children Sophie Married Paul Raines Arkiadelphia Married Bill Moyer. Has anyone found him on the 1900-1910 Census With his Parents? Thanks Dolores