Melba: Could you list the information on Loderick and Elizabeth Tuttle and also the children down to Willoughby Sullivan? ED Joanne Donaldson wrote: > Hi Robin, > > Thank you for the info. I have the book of "Sullivan's Hollow" by Chester > Sullivan. I found it in 1979. I found a Loderick Sullivan, who was the > son of Thomas, and he married Elizabeth Tuttle and they had 13 children. > I had forgotten that I had the book and so I went and found it buried in > with the rest of my books. > > Do you have any more info on them? > > Thanks, Melba > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Saturday, 06 July, 2002 2:45 PM > Subject: [MSFRANKL-L] Sullivan / Butler > > > Willoughby Sullivan was the son of Lodwick Sullivan. Lodwick was the s/o > > Thomas Sullivan. I can't seem to find my dates for these people. I do > know > > that they were from Sullivan's Hollow in Smith Co. > > > > -- http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey Laird,White,Powhatan

Thanks Robin, I am sure Tony appreciates this. ED [email protected] wrote: > Willoughby Sullivan was the son of Lodwick Sullivan. Lodwick was the s/o > Thomas Sullivan. I can't seem to find my dates for these people. I do know > that they were from Sullivan's Hollow in Smith Co. -- http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey Laird,White,Powhatan

Tony: Clara Sullivan b. 6 Feb. 1882 married Henry Butler, and they had daughter Isabel Butler. Clara Sullivan's father was Willoughby Sullivan, who married Julia Cothern. Monroe Sullivan married Mollie Jordan and they had a son Forrest M. Sullivan b.10 Jul 1876 d.16 Apr1959 who married Nancy Rose King b. 19 Mar. 1881 and they had Miles L. Sullivan, Linfield Sullivan, Lottie Sullivan, Myrtle Ruth Sullivan and Lucille Sullivan. Did this help or do i need to go further? ED -- http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey Laird,White,Powhatan

Sure could use some help, does anyone recognizes this David Cook?? 1830 Amite Co., MS, Page 52A D. Cook, 2 males 20-30 yrs, 1 male 50-60 yrs, 1 female 5-10 yrs, 1 female 15-20 yrs, 2 females 20-30 yrs, 1 female 30-40, 1 female 50-60 yrs. This may be our David and Elizabeth (Scarborough) Cook; age is within range for 30-35, but not up to 50-60 yrs. Head of household would have to be one of the younger men. I have 4 Land Grants in Amite Co., MS to David Cook dated 1828 to 1833, do not know if this is our David Cook or not? David Cook born about 1796, (probably) Effingham Co., GA, married to Elizabeth Scarborough 22 Feb 1821, Jefferson Co., MS. Son of James and Margaret (Hawthorne) Cook, His father (James') died 1812 in Jefferson Co., MS, we have his Will. His younger brother Henry (my GGGrandfather) went from Hinds Co., MS to Navarro Co., TX in 1836. His older sister Nancy (Cook) Bozeman Osteen died in Copiah Co., MS in 1869. Thanks for your help Elnora Frances Cook-Wyrick

**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.

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.

Ed, the community of Holmesville is much more important in Mississippi history. It was the state capitol at one time. Sonya ----- Original Message ----- From: "Edward J. Hall, Jr." <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, July 07, 2002 3:56 PM Subject: [MSFRANKL-L] Home Safe and Sound > List: > I made it back in one piece. Sore, stiff, all my body aches, (in other > words grandkids and my kids wore the you know what out of this old man > and I loved every minute of it.) So I am going to relax a bit. Maybe > later or tomorrow will get back into the swing...Saw a few good emails I > want to get into. > > Sorry about my Sutton for Sullivan Blunder but saw Cousin Robin set the > record straight while I was gone. > > Someone mentioned the HOLMESVILLE MILL etc. Get a map of Pike County > off web (internet) Look for Summit-Holmesville...Follow the road...To > Holmesville...not much there other than the mill at that time. Still > considered small community outside Summit-McComb, Ms. area. Reason > being, they did not want the R.R. and so it did not go through > there..Big mistake on thier planning part at the time. But I will not > go into that. Reason being I am tired. Later guys, > > ED > > p.s. to Nancy Brister: May I share your email you sent me with list? > Purpose to help us all...ED > > -- > http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic > Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey > Laird,White,Powhatan > >

List: I made it back in one piece. Sore, stiff, all my body aches, (in other words grandkids and my kids wore the you know what out of this old man and I loved every minute of it.) So I am going to relax a bit. Maybe later or tomorrow will get back into the swing...Saw a few good emails I want to get into. Sorry about my Sutton for Sullivan Blunder but saw Cousin Robin set the record straight while I was gone. Someone mentioned the HOLMESVILLE MILL etc. Get a map of Pike County off web (internet) Look for Summit-Holmesville...Follow the road...To Holmesville...not much there other than the mill at that time. Still considered small community outside Summit-McComb, Ms. area. Reason being, they did not want the R.R. and so it did not go through there..Big mistake on thier planning part at the time. But I will not go into that. Reason being I am tired. Later guys, ED p.s. to Nancy Brister: May I share your email you sent me with list? Purpose to help us all...ED -- http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey Laird,White,Powhatan

Hi Robin, Are you related to the Sullivan's of Sullivan's Hollow? What could be the ancestry of Thomas Sullivan? Melba ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, 06 July, 2002 9:36 PM Subject: Re: [MSFRANKL-L] Sullivan / Butler > Melba, > I don't have much of anything. I wish I could find a copy of that book. > I heard it is real interesting. > Robin > >

Melba, I don't have much of anything. I wish I could find a copy of that book. I heard it is real interesting. Robin

Willoughby Sullivan was the son of Lodwick Sullivan. Lodwick was the s/o Thomas Sullivan. I can't seem to find my dates for these people. I do know that they were from Sullivan's Hollow in Smith Co.

Hi Robin, Thank you for the info. I have the book of "Sullivan's Hollow" by Chester Sullivan. I found it in 1979. I found a Loderick Sullivan, who was the son of Thomas, and he married Elizabeth Tuttle and they had 13 children. I had forgotten that I had the book and so I went and found it buried in with the rest of my books. Do you have any more info on them? Thanks, Melba ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, 06 July, 2002 2:45 PM Subject: [MSFRANKL-L] Sullivan / Butler > Willoughby Sullivan was the son of Lodwick Sullivan. Lodwick was the s/o > Thomas Sullivan. I can't seem to find my dates for these people. I do know > that they were from Sullivan's Hollow in Smith Co. > >

Hi, All the Clara SULLIVANS are most confusing. If I'm not mistaken William Luther SULLIVAN and Eliza Jane EZELL had a daughter named Clara and Monroe L. SULLIVAN and his wife Mollie Delano JORDAN also had a daughter named Clara. Does anyone know which of the Clara SULLIVANS married Ernest Earl STROUD in Franklin County, MS on 8 Oct 1905? Also, how does Willoughby SULLIVAN connect to Monroe L. SULLIVAN? Tony

Robin, Thanks for the info. Melba ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, 05 July, 2002 10:19 PM Subject: Re: [MSFRANKL-L] LOFTON & ADAMS & Brister and Sullivans > Hi, > I am sure that Ed meant to say Willoughby Sullivan. Clara Sullivan and > Henry Butler were my great grand parents through their daughter Isabelle > Butler Adams. > Robin > >

Hi, I am sure that Ed meant to say Willoughby Sullivan. Clara Sullivan and Henry Butler were my great grand parents through their daughter Isabelle Butler Adams. Robin

Hi Ed, Is this suppose to be Sullivan or Sutton? Melba ----- Original Message ----- From: "Edward J. Hall, Jr." <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, 05 July, 2002 8:55 AM Subject: Re: [MSFRANKL-L] LOFTON & ADAMS & Brister and Sullivans > Melba: > The parents of Clara are Willoughby Sutton and his wife was Julia Cothern. > Ed > > Joanne Donaldson wrote: > > > Hello Ed, > > > > I don't have all of these. The only ones I have are: Forrest, Linfield, > > Lottie, and Lucille b. 1912. I don't have the others on your list. > > An who are the parents of Clara Sullivan who married Henry Butler? I > > thought I had them but I don't. > > Who is this Ann Sullivan, born 1791 who married George Brister? > > > > Melba > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > > From: "Edward J. Hall, Jr." <[email protected]> > > To: <[email protected]> > > Sent: Thursday, 04 July, 2002 8:12 AM > > Subject: Re: [MSFRANKL-L] LOFTON & ADAMS & Brister and Sullivans > > > > > Melba: Check these Sullivan's out... > > > Ann Sullivan b. 1791 m. George Brister > > > Clara Sullivan wife of Henry Butler (you already have or know.) > > > Delia Sullivan wife of Green Britt > > > Forrest M. Sullivan b. 1876 m. Nancy Rose King (YEP THAT is still part of > > the Smith > > > lines) His father was Monroe Sullivan and his mother was Mollie Jordan. > > > Linfield Sullivan son of Forrest M. Sullivan > > > Lottie Sullivan sister of Linfield b. 1896. > > > Lucille Sullivan b. 1904 m. James Russel Stith (correct spelling, but I am > > wondering > > > if somewhere down the Road this was incorrectly wrote down for SMITH > > instead of > > > Stith. However, the name is real. > > > Lucille Sullivan another daughter or Forrest M. Sullivan b.1912. > > > Stanley Sullivan who m. Alice Faye Cobb > > > T.H. Sullivan who M. Beatrice SMITH...(TOLD YA THEY WERE IN THAT LINE...) > > > ED And you got dates for time periods...(VBG) > > > > > > > > > > > > Joanne Donaldson wrote: > > > > > > > What time period is this family? I have Sullivan's. > > > > Melba > > > > > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > > > > From: <[email protected]> > > > > To: <[email protected]> > > > > Sent: Sunday, 23 June, 2002 7:19 PM > > > > Subject: Re: [MSFRANKL-L] LOFTON & ADAMS > > > > > > > > > The parents of Isabel Butler were Henry Butler and Clara Sullivan. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ==== MSFRANKL Mailing List ==== > > > > > "Oh where, oh where, have my ancestors gone? Oh where, or where, can > > they > > > > be?" > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ============================== > > > > > 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 > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ==== MSFRANKL Mailing List ==== > > > > "Oh where, oh where, have my ancestors gone? Oh where, or where, can > > they be?" > > > > > > > > ============================== > > > > 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 > > > > > > -- > > > http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic > > > Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey > > > Laird,White,Powhatan > > > > > > > > -- > http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic > Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey > Laird,White,Powhatan > >

Melba: The parents of Clara are Willoughby Sutton and his wife was Julia Cothern. Ed Joanne Donaldson wrote: > Hello Ed, > > I don't have all of these. The only ones I have are: Forrest, Linfield, > Lottie, and Lucille b. 1912. I don't have the others on your list. > An who are the parents of Clara Sullivan who married Henry Butler? I > thought I had them but I don't. > Who is this Ann Sullivan, born 1791 who married George Brister? > > Melba > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Edward J. Hall, Jr." <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Thursday, 04 July, 2002 8:12 AM > Subject: Re: [MSFRANKL-L] LOFTON & ADAMS & Brister and Sullivans > > > Melba: Check these Sullivan's out... > > Ann Sullivan b. 1791 m. George Brister > > Clara Sullivan wife of Henry Butler (you already have or know.) > > Delia Sullivan wife of Green Britt > > Forrest M. Sullivan b. 1876 m. Nancy Rose King (YEP THAT is still part of > the Smith > > lines) His father was Monroe Sullivan and his mother was Mollie Jordan. > > Linfield Sullivan son of Forrest M. Sullivan > > Lottie Sullivan sister of Linfield b. 1896. > > Lucille Sullivan b. 1904 m. James Russel Stith (correct spelling, but I am > wondering > > if somewhere down the Road this was incorrectly wrote down for SMITH > instead of > > Stith. However, the name is real. > > Lucille Sullivan another daughter or Forrest M. Sullivan b.1912. > > Stanley Sullivan who m. Alice Faye Cobb > > T.H. Sullivan who M. Beatrice SMITH...(TOLD YA THEY WERE IN THAT LINE...) > > ED And you got dates for time periods...(VBG) > > > > > > > > Joanne Donaldson wrote: > > > > > What time period is this family? I have Sullivan's. > > > Melba > > > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > > > From: <[email protected]> > > > To: <[email protected]> > > > Sent: Sunday, 23 June, 2002 7:19 PM > > > Subject: Re: [MSFRANKL-L] LOFTON & ADAMS > > > > > > > The parents of Isabel Butler were Henry Butler and Clara Sullivan. > > > > > > > > > > > > ==== MSFRANKL Mailing List ==== > > > > "Oh where, oh where, have my ancestors gone? Oh where, or where, can > they > > > be?" > > > > > > > > > > > > ============================== > > > > 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 > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ==== MSFRANKL Mailing List ==== > > > "Oh where, oh where, have my ancestors gone? Oh where, or where, can > they be?" > > > > > > ============================== > > > 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 > > > > -- > > http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic > > Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey > > Laird,White,Powhatan > > > > -- http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey Laird,White,Powhatan

Nancy: That is a great idea...I might make some connections that way... This reminds me, since we are not allowed as far as I know to send photographs to list, then how do we share documents and photographs etc. without having to mail to each other individually??? I am definately not just going to place all my information on some web page since I would not get anyone to reply to me that way that might help me also. Besides it would take a mighty big sight and I would have to have search engines on there for everyone to view it all. I still have to find time to work on my homepage site and my genealogy page for sure. A lot of it needs updating. I have a goal to help us, but I feel that it will be of benifit to make contacts with folks so that information can be compared as well as sources. A lot of information has exchanged right here, and I have not even started on my documentation and resources for others. Did you follow me on this? Just wondering, since I am still sorta new to this list. I know a lot of folks have taken to me and made me feel welcomed warmly here even if I do babble at times. But I try to get work done for all of us. Betty has so much I have to get to her it is not even funny. Ed waiting to go camping...going to wake up grandkid (one here now) and younger daughter, so we can wait on others. -- http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey Laird,White,Powhatan

Martha: I am one of the Nettles researchers, but have really just gotton started on this line. Daughter went to see fireworks, so I am a day late to go camping...She is due up any time now and I will be packing up and heading on up in the Blues (mountains.) Folks on here know I will research long and hard and generally I am related to just about everyone in Southern Ms. However, I have relatives also all over...So I should come up with something I hope before too long on the Ms. Nettles that will tie a bunch in for a lot of us. Check back now and then on them here or on Adams Co. if and when I get on that list if they have one. ED "Martha W. Barker" wrote: > Is there anyone on the list researching Isham Nettle who married Sara > Barker in Louisiana around 1830. I had been searching in Louisiana and > Texas for this couple and noticed the messages about Nettles on this list. > > Martha > Texas -- http://www.angelfire.com/art/Photographic Researching:Hall,Turner,Smith,King,Bailey Laird,White,Powhatan

Hi everyone, I have the Consolidated Independence school photos all ready to mail and will send them off tomorrow. If you've requested copies and don't receive them by one day next week, depending on where you live, please let me know. Thank you to everybody who wrote about my mom. She's in a rehab center now, working toward the goal of going home as soon as possible. I appreciate your good wishes for her. Hope you're all having a happy 4th! Nancy