LOL~ Oh Betty, you made me laugh, actually my husband is cooking our turkey right now, since he is working tomorrow (chef's always work on holidays) and the poi will have to wait for another day, we are having "my Mother's Thanksgiving Dinner". I supervise, he follows my directions (only time of year). I like Thanksgiving exactly how my Mom made it, the only change is pineapple yams, yum. We will make a fancy table with crystal and china, and toast with sparkling cider, tell what we are grateful for and dig in~our families' lives on the mainland or on the other islands, so its just us three, but that's fine. And I agree, good news stories are so nice~I would like to hear how others are spending their turkey day too. Tomorrow I will take my son to the beach, and we'll have leftovers and PIE! He can boogie board and I am still working on that family tree crossstitch! Really nothing fancy, just life with the Ching's. How about you? Aloha, Jill : Dear Jill, : Thanks for sharing such a beautiful story with all of us; in this day of bad : news, it is nice to hear of Happy Endings, true or not. : Have a Happy Hawaiian Thanksgiving; are you cooking your pig for tomorrow's : feast? Don't forget the poi. : Aloha, : Betty :

Dear Brenda, Please don't feel badly; I live in Hawaii too but will not be going to the beach. I'm an O'Neal who cannot take the sun so never go swimming at any of our beautiful beaches. Would love to have a family reunion someday in our lovely islands. Am sure Jill would be just as thrilled to show you our paradise as I would be. Happy Thanksgiving, Betty O'Neal Thatcher

Hi Mickey, Please tell us more about your O'Nele's......I don't have any with that spelling, but so many are interchangeable, would love to hear about your earlier generations~ Jill ---------- : From: [email protected] : To: [email protected] : Subject: Re: [ONEALL-L] Off Genealogy - Thanksgiving : Date: Wednesday, November 25, 1998 10:06 AM : : Thanks for the holiday greetings. : Also, my wish to all of you for a Happy Thanksgiving. : I am interested in the family name of O'Nele. Are there any other O'Neles out : there? : Mickey :

Thank YOU Terry and to all who have writtten, I've no idea if the "Wallet" is true, how could someone make this up tho? Happy Thanksgiving to my Beloved Cyber Family and Friends~ Love, Jill and Curtis and Carl : Dear Jill, : : On behalf of all us romantics out there THANKS for the wallet story : that you passed along. I'm sure I won't be the only one to comment. : This sounds like it's a true story. Do you know for sure? : : Terry :

Boy, Think all we 'O'Nealls/O'Neals/O'Neils, etc. should have all gone to Jill's for Thanksgiving! Wow! That note about the 'beach' sounded great, too! Maybe we can all make it next year! Brenda - stuck in Kansas

In a message dated 11/25/1998 6:35:56 PM Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: << I like Thanksgiving exactly how my Mom made it, the only change is pineapple yams, yum. >> Hi, ya'll, Well, I wasn't gonna do this...but when she mentioned "pineapple yams," I could resist no more! We have a pineapple yam dish which the Louisianians call "Sweet Potato Souffle." It is mashed yams with plumped raisins, pecans (not pee-cans, but pe-cahns), with a topping made of a roux of flour, eggs, butter, and topped with crushed pineapple, baked to a nicely risen, golden top. I have had many people ask for my recipe. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! Julia Florida/USA

Happy Thanksgiving to all our cousins, We are starting a new tradition this year in our family. We are having a house raising. My son is building his own house and Thanksgiving will be the day we all gather and try to put that thing together. Then we are all going to the "Crackerbarrel" restaurant and enjoy a good southern Thanksgiving meal. Happy Holidays Anne O'Neal

Thank you for sharing, Jill. We will be spending Thanksgiving with our son and daughter-inlaw and grandson, a few miles away. The other "guest" will be our Granddaughter, Brooke, who lived with us for 3 years, while her family decided that "living" was better than the road they were on. She is the apple of our eye...straight A student, plays in the band and never meets a stranger. We are thankful that we were in a position to bring these two children into our home, after we had retired, and give them the stability they needed. Her older brother, age 19, finished school and is working and on his own. Both good Christian Episcoplains. After the A&M Game on Friday, we will take her to San Antonio, TX for the Christmas Parade on the River Walk. A wonderful sight and certainly puts one in the Christmas Spirit. HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL......WHAT A BLESSING TO LIVE IN THIS WONDERFUL COUNTRY.

Dear Jill, On behalf of all us romantics out there THANKS for the wallet story that you passed along. I'm sure I won't be the only one to comment. This sounds like it's a true story. Do you know for sure? Terry -- >-<> Terry J. Cestnik's <>-< Home Page: http://people.montana.com/~cestnik Other Pages: http://people.montana.com/~cestnik/restxt.htm (Resource Page) http://people.montana.com/~cestnik/cestnik.htm (Cestnik History) http://people.montana.com/~cestnik/wagner.htm (Wagner-O'Neill History) REMEMBER: If you always do what you always did, you'll always get what you always got! Yesterday is HIStory. Tomorrow is a mystery. TODAY IS A GIFT. That's why they call it the present!!!

Dear Jill, Thanks for sharing such a beautiful story with all of us; in this day of bad news, it is nice to hear of Happy Endings, true or not. Have a Happy Hawaiian Thanksgiving; are you cooking your pig for tomorrow's feast? Don't forget the poi. Aloha, Betty

Thanks for the holiday greetings. Also, my wish to all of you for a Happy Thanksgiving. I am interested in the family name of O'Nele. Are there any other O'Neles out there? Mickey

Jill, Many, many thanks for the wallet story. It made my holidays. Mickey

Happy Thanksgiving Cousins! May your Holiday be blessed with Good Food, Good Health, Good Friends and Loving Family. Cousin Jim O'Neall [email protected] "Searching the past; Looking to the future"

Here are 2 sites that I found on the Web today that might be of interest to many of the O'Neil/O'Neill/O'Neal/O'Neal/Neil/Neal researchers. Regards, Linda Peckham Scroggs (aka: [email protected]) <A HREF="http://www.seregin.com.au/oneill/">O'Neill Clan Home Page</A> <A HREF="http://www.fortunecity.com/bally/kilkenny/2/iremaps.htm">Ireland History in Maps</A> <A HREF="http://www.seregin.com.au/oneill/"> </A>

Hang in there and read this one, Jill <3 : : The Wallet : : As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet : someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked : inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. : But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled : letter that looked as if it had been in there for years. : : The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it : was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to : find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had : been written almost sixty years ago. : : It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue : stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was : a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name : appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any : more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that : she would always love him. : : It was signed, Hannah. : : It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the : name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I : called information, the operator could find a phone listing for : the address on the envelope. : : "Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to : find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you : can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was : on an envelope in the wallet?" : : She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a : moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that : address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a : courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and : would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few : minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who : will speak with you." : : I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew : anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this : house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that : was 30 years ago!" : : "Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked. : : "I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing : home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in : touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter." : : She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the : number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years : ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the : daughter might be living. : : I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained : that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. : : This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I : making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that : had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years : old? : : Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was : supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told : me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. " : : Even though it was already 9 p.m., I asked if I could come by : to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take : a chance, she might be in the day room watching television." : : I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night : nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the : third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse : introduced me to Hannah. : : She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a : twinkle in her eye. : : I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. : The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little : flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young : man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael." : : She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said : Softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time : and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He : looked like Sean Connery, the actor." : : "Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful : person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. : And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell : him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears : began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no : one ever matched up to Michael..." : : I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the : first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, : "Was the old lady able to help you?" : : I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last : name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost : the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet." : : I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather : case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he : said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd : know it anywhere with that right red lacing. He's always losing : that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three : times." : : "Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake. : : "He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike : Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his : walks." : : I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. : I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the : elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up. : : On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still : in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old : man." : : We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a : man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he : had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put : his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!" : : "This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could : be yours?" : : I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he : smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have : dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a : reward." : : "No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I : read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the : wallet." : : The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that : letter?" : : "Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is." : : He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is : she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell : me," he begged. : : "She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said : softly. : : The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell : me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my : hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love : with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally : ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. " : : "Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me." : : We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were : darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to : the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the : television. The nurse walked over to her. : : "Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting : with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?" : : She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a : word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's : Michael. Do you remember me?" : : She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My : Michael!" He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The : nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces. : : "See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to : be, it will be." : : About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the : nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a : wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!" : : It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing : home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light : beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit : and stood tall. They made me their best man. : : The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to : see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two : teenagers, you had to see this couple. : : A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 : years. : --

Malinda, Isham's father was Moses O'neal, not John O'neal. I found some information that listed Moses O'neals father as John O'neal. This is not the Moses that was born in 1804. He was the son of Isham. This information I have lists John as being married to Patience ?. Apparently alot of O'neal families used the same names. Maybe the are all related. Let me know if there is anything else you want to know. Glenda

I would like to correspond with the person who is researching Moses, born 1804 and the son of Isham O'Neal. Was Isham's father, John O'Neal, who died 1778. Malinda

JOHN W. O'NEAL married Summer B. Owen on Nov 8, 1860. He was 26, she was 16. Marriage was in Dallas county AR recorded in marriage book "B" page 96 document #405 This John was a carpenter by trade. THOMAS HENDERSON O'NEAL was a farmer. Married Frances Elizabeth Dunn, born 1847 in AL. Had nine children. Names and info on request. Died between 1886-1900. Don't know where Thomas and Frances are buried. One of their sons, WALTER S. is born, Sept 19 1887 died April 1 1954 is buried in Rock Spring Cemetery, Dallas County AR. There are 4 other O'Neals buried there. Betty Jane, 1931-1935, Tom Dale 1917-1918, William 1934-1935, Infant May 23 1922. I have no further info on those 4. ZACK R O'NEAL died in 1910 in Madera Chihuahua, Old Mexico. He was killed in a sawmill accident. His wife was Emma Permelia Bozeman. These are my maternal grandparents. Listed on the 1880 census in Tenn was a Susan , listed as SUSAN O'NEAL, born abouit 1858. She was born before the marriage of Henderson and Nancy, might have been Nancy's dtr by previous marriage ?? I have more on MICHAEL who married ANN M. DELAMAR if anyone is interested . Emma in NM.

Hi Lynn. My O'Neal info is pretty sketchy. I only found my g grandfather this past year thru a descendant of my grandfather's half brother. Here is a rundown on what I have: 1840 Census of Wake County NC : Henderson O'Neal (age 27) 1WM under age 5 (Sydney age 3) 1WM age 5-10 (John age 7) 1WF under 5 (Frances age 4) 1 WF age 20-30 (Rebecah age 27 1st wife) Slaves 1BF under age 10 1850 Census, Manchester Township, Dallas County AR Henderson age 38, blacksmith, born NC 1812 Rebecca age 37 born NC 1813 John W. age 17 Laborer born NC 1833 Sidney age 13 Born NC 1837 Frances age 14 age 8 born NC 1836 Thomas Henderson age 8 born NC 1842 Michel (Michael Cadger) age 4 born NC 1846 Caroline age 2 born AR 1848 Add Samuel born about 1852 in AR Henderson and Rebecca were married Jan 2 1830 in Wake County NC. We think Henderson died between 1870 and 1880 in AR. Date and place of burial unknown. Rebecca died about 1861 in Dallas County AR. Exact date and place of burial unknown. I have a copy of the handwritten marriage certificate of Henders and Nancy Kilner O'Neal January 2 1862 in Dallas County AR. This is my connection. Henderson was about 52 at that time, Nancy was 32. She was born about 1830 in Tennessee. She may have been married previously, so Kilner may have been her maiden or previously married name. CHILDREN OF HENDERSON AND NANCY: Martha (could be "Millie") born abt 1864 In AR Zacheriah (Zacherius) Zack R. born Sept 29, 1865 in AR (my grandfather) All for this time, more on another post. Emma in NM

[email protected] wrote >Just curious - but why Newberry in SC?? I grew up in Columbia and >Newberry >doesn't have anyplace to really have a large gathering-- I'm sure Columbia or a larger place would need to be used for our gathering, Hopefully close to Newberry as that is a spot where many of the O'Neall's spent time during the later 18th century and early 19th century as indeed some much later than that. Just an area where many of us would like to roam around and get a feel of the area, I suppose. Jim O'Neall [email protected] "Searching the past; Looking to the future"