For those don't like to post their information out there this might be a nice alternative. I have not tried it but it looks promising. http://www.progenysoftware.com/gedmark.html Liesa

The following information was extracted from the National Archives Civil War Pension file for: Sackett, Erastus K 21 MO Inf widow Application No. 424775, Certificate No. 307442 (MO). This Erastus Sackett is believed to be the son of Rolin/Roland Sackett and his first wife, Lovina Edson, of Crawford County, Pennsylvania. "Claim For Pension. State of Missouri County of Clark On this 30th day of May 1890, personally appeared before me, a Clerk - County Court of a Court of Record in and for the County and State aforesaid Isabella Sackett, a resident of Luray in the County of Clark and State of Missouri, aged 60 years, who being duly sworn, makes the following declaration, in order to obtain the Pension provided by the Act of Congress approved July 14, 1862. That she is the widow of Erastus Sackett, who was a Sgt in Company K, commanded by Captain Har???ll Silver, in the 1st Regiment of North East Mo. home guard in the War of 1861; that her maiden name was Isabella Frisby, and that she was married to said Erastus Sackett on or about the 5 day of March 1848, at Rome in the County of Perry and State of Indiana by Rev. John J. Lang, and that she knows of no record evidence of said marriage. She further declares that said Erastus Sackett her husband, died at Luray, in the State of Missouri, on or about the 16 day of April, 1869 of softening of the brain. . . ."

This time I recount some of the happenings between the marriage of Mom and Dad and the time of my first memories when I was about 2 1/2 to three years old. This information was supplied by my Dad's sister, Inez and by my mother. My Dad, Duff, grew up in Sevier Co., AR and in 1920 his parents moved to Love Co., OK. Duff remained in AR working in the sawmill of his uncle, Ferd Smith. Grace, my mother, grew up in Little River Co., AR which adjoins Sevier Co on the south. When Grace and Duff were married on 11 Jun 1926 she was 15 years old and turned 16 on 27 Jul 1926. Duff was 25 years old. Shortly after their marriage Duff took Grace and went to Marietta, OK where he left Grace with his family and took his brother Albert and went to KS, NE, and SD to work in the wheat and broom corn harvest. When Duff returned from following the harvest; he and Grace went back to DeQueen, AR and were they lived when my older brother, Donal, was born 12 Jul 1927. By 1929, Duff was working in the oil fields around Tulsa, OK and they lived in a 2nd floor apartment. Mother said that Donal was at the age when he was always asking questions and had gotten a metal clothes hanger that had been straightened out. He walked around the apartment using the wire as a pointer. He would point at something and ask: "What's that?" And mother would tell him. Mother was just getting to the point of taking the wire away from him when Donal pointed at an electrical socket on the wall. Just as he was about to ask: "What's that?" The wire went into one of the slots in the socket. When the electrical shock hit him he dropped the wire as he went: "Wha--Waaaa !!" And he wouldn't pick the wire up again. Then along the line of; if she'd done that today, she'd be in jail: They were in the appartment in Tulsa and mother would have the grocery store deliver her groceries. Donal really liked the young man who delivered the groceries and looked forward to him coming. Now Donal, like me, had (and has) a tendency to be rather stubborn. And when he climbed up into the window so that he could see what was happening down below; mother told him to get down and he said: "NO!" She got a belt and whipped him and he still refused to get down. So she grabbed him and yanked him down, dragged him over to the bed and tied him to the metal bedstead, at the foot of the bed. He was tied with his arms extended out to his side, something like the pictures of Christ on the Cross. She told him that she would let him go when he agreed to stay out of the window. And he was still there over an hour later. Then came the knock when the young man delivered the groceries. When Mother opened the door and the young man saw Donal tied to the foot of the bed; he laughed and asked Donal: "What are you doing, playing cowboys and Indians?" He delivered the groceries and left. As soon as the door closed Donal said: "Mother, I'll stay out of the window if you'll let me loose."

The following is from a memorial piece we have that was written in the year following the death of Nathaniel in 1834. It has always hung in our house and is printed in black ink on ivory colored silk. Most of the wording is of the serious religious tone of the time but there is some good information there as well, for other descendants who might be interested. Nathaniel is my gt-gt-great grandfather through his daughter Rosetta Sackett Chellborg. MEMOIR OF REV. NATHANIEL SACKETT Who was Born July 3, 1787, in the Town of Cornwall, Orange County, N.Y., and Died in the Town of Benton, Yates Co., N.Y., Nov.8, 1834 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath Can reach that healthful shore Sickness and sorrow, pain and death Are felt and fear'd no more. He was converted at the age of twenty-one years. His conviction for sin was eminently of a Scriptural character. He felt the force of that command, "Rend your hearts, and not your garments." He had sleepless nights and days of penitential sorrow. His language was, "My sin is ever before me." He was passionately fond of dancing,--at that time a very fashionable amusement in the place; but such were his convictions, even in the ballroom, that he resolved to dance no more. It was the last time. He soon after obtained a clear sense of pardon, the Spirit witnessing with his that he was a child of God. He did not, could not doubt. With him conversion was not only a "change of purpose," but a change of heart. He was truly "a new creature." The whole of his after life bore evidence that it was a genuine work of God in the soul. He immediately joined the M.E. Church, and all his subsequent actions told how strong was his attachment to that church. He embraced her doctrines with an unwavering faith, as those of the Gospel of Christ. He received her discipline cordially, and loved to be governed by it. Brother Sackett believed that there was something distinctive in the Christian character, something more than a mere profession, or maintaining a decent exterior. He understood that to be a disciple of Christ he "must take up his cross and follow him;" to be a Christian he must "come out from the world, and be separate;" that he must "show his faith by his works." In short, he was singularly pious. If he erred, the universal suffrage in and out of the Church was, that it was an error of judgement, not of heart. I was intimately acquainted with Brother Sackett, and knew "his manner of life." Ever since I was a little boy I can recollect him. We were neighbors, belonged to the same class for years, though I was much his junior. He was my friend, and in the early years of my religious experience my spiritual guide. His presence, even in youth, was an effectual check to the outbreaking of folly. His father died, and left him to bring up his younger brothers and sisters. In this ardous task he acquitted himself to universal admiration. Soon after his conversion he began to warn sinners "to flee from the wrath to come." For more than twenty years he was a Local Preacher, and much of that time an ordained Deacon. As a man, he was industrious, sociable, kind, and obliging to his neighbors, and universally respected. As a Christian, he was humble, devout,and circumspect above all men with whom I have been so long and so intimately acquainted. I have seen him in his business on the farm, in his family, in his dealings with men, on Church trials, and in controversy with men of opposing religious sentiments; but I never saw the least appearance of anger, nor heard him speak a harsh word. He was benevolent. His house was long a preaching house; and many no doubt remember how kindly he received, how cheerfully he entertained, and how reluctantly he parted with them. He gave all that he could afford to the cause of Christ, and he was emphatically "a cheerful giver." This is about half of the Memoir, as he called it, written by a man by the name of Paul R. Brown. I am rather slow at typing but this gives one the gist of it. If anyone is interested, let me know and I will post the rest of it. Barbara Bell

Mary Lou, Just because you had an extra word of "email" in this address, it says you're not a subscriber. We all no better than that. I have placed this email address in the "Accept List" so that if you post again with this address, it should come straight through. I'm envious of your treking through Cambridge! Later...Nancy List Admin -----Original Message----- From: Mary Sackett [mailto:mlsackett@mail.team-national.com] Sent: Monday, May 19, 2003 4:41 PM To: Sackett-L@rootsweb.com Subject: {not a subscriber} Where was Simon Sackett of Cambridge buried? I have been wondering if anyone knows were Simon Sackett of Cambridge, MA was buried. I am visiting my brother "Jack" Sackett in Cambridge this week. While walking between Central Square in Cambridge and Harvard Square, we stopped in at the Cambridge Historical Commission to see what they knew. We spoke with Charles M. Sullivan, the Exec. Director of the CHC. He looked up what he could, but there appears to be no record of those first burials. He did tell us that most of the earliest burials were at a burial ground outside the village near Hawthorne and Brattle Streets (near where the Longfellow House now stands). Wolves kept digging up the graves there, so later on this cemetery was abandoned after moving some of the remains to the "Old Burial Grounds" at the corner of Garden St. and Massachusetts Ave. He said there are no death or burial records for that time. The earliest headstones were in the 1690's. We also walked down the street where Simon & Isabell Sackett lived.

Maxine I am proud to be a part of the Great Organization of the Sackett Families. We are all working for the same goal. To find our history and make it public for the world to see. It is my ambition to try and uncover as much history as i can and to preserve it for all to see. I try to help everybody that contacts me looking for information on their family history. Almost every day i get at least one email from somebody that is at a brick wall and looking for any piece of information to break down that wall. If i can't help them then i try to steer them to where they might get more help. When someone tells me i cant find something, that makes me look that much harder. I have a cousin that was looking for a grave for 30 years. I did some research and went looking for that grave. I had to go to the town hall and search the records. They had the person listed, and when they died but didn't list which cemetery they was buried in. I had to search 3 Cemeteries before i found that grave but i did find it. When i called the cousin in Ohio and told him that i had found the grave, he was so excited that he drove over to Massachusetts so i could show him the grave stone. I guess the moral of this story is don't give up! Where ever you go keep searching. Fred Mycggc@aol.com wrote: > Dear Fred: > > On April 14, 2003, I was accepted in Colonial Dames, XVII Century, > using my ancestor Simon Sackett as my lines. I submitted eleven > generations of documentation. > > I could not have done this without the help of all my Sackett cousins. > This note is to say "Thank You!" for your help. It is great to have > such wonderful cousins. > > Gratefully, > Maxine Chapin > mycggc@aol.com

Well I don't know how this will post since I have not tried it before and I know rootsweb can be finicky. Fred can let us know if I got everything in the right colomns if it does work. Liesa Name Occupation Home Boarding House C? Sackett, Austin Whip Maker Elm, St. Sackett, Austin, Jr. Tinsmith 62 King St. Sackett, Caleb Farmer Main St. Sackett, Cornelius (Cadwell & S51 Elm St. Sackett, D.C. Cigarmaker Pleasant St. Sackett, G.A. Dentist Orange St. Sackett, George Lash Manuf Orange St. Sackett, Harriet Union St Sackett, Henry Meat Market Main St. Sackett, James M. Farmer Union St. Sackett, John, A (Marshall & S38 School St. Sackett, Mrs. Boland Montgomery St. Sackett, Mrs. F. Howard St. Hancock Sackett, Mrs Maria Hill St. Silver Sackett, Noble at Foundry 4 Hampden St. Sackett, O.D. Whip Maker Orange St. Sackett, Roland, Jr. Farmer Franklin St. Sackett, S. S. Stove Polish Manuf153 Hill St. Sackett, T.J. Butcher Main St. Sackett, Willliam Machinist Main St. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Fred Sackett" <sackett@gnat.net> To: <SACKETT-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, May 17, 2003 9:10 PM Subject: [SACKETT-L] Old Information or New > Boy did that get screwed up in the emails.. It was suppose to be in > columns. Hope you can make out what i was trying to post.. Names, > Occupations, Homes, Boarding Houses, and C ? which i dont know what it > stands for. > > Fred > > > ==== SACKETT Mailing List ==== > RootsWeb blocks attachments. So sharing photos is not possible through > the list; send off-list individually. If you have a text file you wish to share, save it as text and insert the text into your message. > > ============================== > 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 > >

I must add this little story - I was about 3 living with my great aunt and uncle in Jerome, Idaho- My Uncle had just butchered a hog - [don't remember that] I found the neatest 'thing' to bounce on - I was jumping on this wonderful bouncy 'thing' when my cousin caught me in mid air - I was bouncing on the belly of the hog! - the mental picture is not pleasant! In the winter when everything froze - my uncle would butcher a hog, cow etc., he would hang it from the eves of the house - when my aunt wanted a roast, or what ever, he would go out and cut it off for her! The cellar smelled of all kinds of wonderful smells and the smoke house had hams, turkeys, etc hanging in it - I can still smell the smells of each when I 'remember' - I wanted a egg for breakfast, my aunt sent me to the chicken coop to get one egg - I had watched my aunt carry several eggs in her hand, soooo I tried that too - they fell and broke - I was scared to tell her, when I did, she told me when I grew up I would be able to carry 6 or 7 eggs like she did - she made me an apron so from now on when she sent me to gather the eggs I could put them in my apron - the apron was used for so many things, but was wonderful for gathering eggs and not breaking them! I wanted a sling shot like my cousin Myron had, he was about 16 at the time - I was 3 and followed him everywhere - [he saved me from the pigs belly!] He told me to go find a piece of wood like his - he showed me that I needed to find a piece of wood that looked like a "Y" - and he would make me a sling shot - off I went - I found one, I ran back to where he was to take him to see my "Y"- he told me to bring it to him, I told him he had to come with me to see it - It was still part of a living tree, high up in the branches - My cousin climbed the tree, cut 'my "Y" off and made me a sling shot, That perfect "Y" in my treasures - I still treasure it and the memory - Uncle piped water into the kitchen, I remember standing on a chair by the sink, I was the youngest child in the house [out of 11 children - I made 12] I was the first one to try to pump the pump!! My aunt helped me pump it - and out came the water - They lived on a farm, and when I was in town with my other aunts, they had running water in the house - now I realize what 'running water' means, in those years they had a bucket of water in the kitchen, but when you actually had running water in your kitchen, you had a pump and it ran! AND how fortunate you were - Wilma

When we had our storytelling time during our last reunion some of us "younger" folks (40 somethings) remarked that social services would surely be called in if we tried any of that stuff! I love the stories & have been forwarding them on my Dad, who also grew up in OK & West Texas in the 1930's to early 40's. Cindy

Boy did that get screwed up in the emails.. It was suppose to be in columns. Hope you can make out what i was trying to post.. Names, Occupations, Homes, Boarding Houses, and C ? which i dont know what it stands for. Fred

Thurman, you are right, by today's standards most of us of a "certain age group" would be placed in other households for doing some of those things! I remember riding on the running board of our old Ford out in the fields when I was 3 yrs old. Remember it because dad stopped and I went sliding up over the hood of the car (somehow missing the hood ornament which would have "gutted" me) and landing on the ground in front of the car. Knocked the breath out of myself I have to admit I would never have let any of my kids ride on a running board when they were 3, even with a big brother trying to hold them on (as my brother was assigned to do, he was 5 and obviously failed). Also remember my dad using my mom to get the cows back into the corral they had broken out of...the "boss cow" didn't like my mother and well, lets just say one of the fondest memories of my mother is the picture in my mind, of her turning the corner into the driveway at full speed in a 1930s house dress & apron with a herd of cows galloping along behind her and dad bringing up the rear. We kids were not allowed outside during this event so have never been sure what mom did when she got to the corral. And she would always give dad a "look" when I would bring it up. Dad would change the subject. My dad and uncle also used one of my cousins to get a BIG old sow back into her pen. My cousin in all innocence told them "sure she could run real fast" So as she ran through the gate with the sow behind her (the sow was a mean thing) one of them reached down and plucked her up and the other closed the gate behind her. She was a city cousin, they couldn't convince my brothers or me to be bait for the sow. The Uncle was not her dad by the way, his daughter was a farm kid also and knew better. Thanks for getting me to think of a different era, Thurman. Louella -----Original Message----- From: Thurmon E. King [mailto:thurmonking@juno.com] Sent: Saturday, May 17, 2003 6:35 PM To: SACKETT-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [SACKETT-L] Tales from my childhood It Could Have Been Worse In recent days I have seen several TV programs which involved parents being charged with child endangerment. Depending upon the nature of the charges ... Some parents had their children taken away from them and placed in foster care ... And in some instances the parent(s) were jailed. And as I remember my childhood; I can only imagine what would have happened to our family if some of today's laws were on the books when I was growing up. I think of a couple of accidents that happened (when lived in the house where the brahma bulls were turned loose in the pasture) which involved cutting wood ... I was only 4-5 years old, so I wasn't the one cutting the wood. (:^:D The first one was when Dad had a team of horses pulling a sled when he went out into the wooded area to get wood for the cook stove and heater in the house. On the way out from the house he had his axe and a cross-cut saw on the sled. His cross-cut saw was about 5 - 6 feet long and had a handle on each end so that two people could work together and cut a large tree. Because the empty sled would bounce too much for the tools to stay on it; Dad had "holders" on the sled to keep them in place. The "holder" for the cross-cut saw held it along the side of the sled with the teeth pointing up. Yep, you guessed it ... I was running along side of the sled when I tripped. As I fell I thrust my hand out to catch me as I fell. Of course, my hand came down on two of the teeth on the saw cutting two deep gashes in my left hand near my wrist. I still have two cresent shaped scars from that. Another accident happened when Dad was cutting the wood into pieces short enough to fit into the stove. He was using his axe. As one cuts across the grain of a branch of a tree with a sharp axe, the sharp chips of wood fly out in different directions. As Dad would cut a piece of wood off, I would pick it up and put it into a stack. As I was bending over to pick up a piece that Dad had just cut off ... He came down with the axe and a chip of wood struck my face just below my left eye but far enough down that it hit the bone rather than hitting the eye. This injury resulted in more than a scar. It injured one of the nerves that controls the eye and resulted in me being slightly cross-eyed ... Especially when I turn my eyes to either side, the left eye wanders up giving me double vision. To eliminate the double vision, I usually close the left eye and this has led to me being accused of winking at people. .... Hmm ... How is that for an excuse?? One more accident happened in the summer of 1935 after we had moved to the place where Dad was share cropping. The crop was corn and we were thinning and weeding the crop. Being summer time us kids were going barefooted. Dad had just sharpened my hoe and I made a "miss-lick" and hit the top of my foot. Mother said that as I ran toward her, blood from a severed artery squirted above my head. They put my foot in kerosene, to stop the bleeding, and then wrapped it and took me into Marietta to the doctor. I most definitely remember the doctor sewing it up (three stitches) without the benefit of an anesthetic. I was held by some adults. I remember trying to kick, while screaming and crying at top volume. The doctor said that he wished I'd be quiet. I said something about being quiet if they would just let me go. He said they'd let me go if I would be still and be quiet. I said: "OK." They let me go and he started to work ... I almost kicked him over .. So once again I was held. After he had finished, he said: "Look at all that blood on my shirt ... You're going to have to wash it for me." I told him: "Wash it yourself." Later I'll tell of some that could have happened ... But didn't ==== SACKETT Mailing List ==== To Subscribe to the digest, SACKETT-D, address your email to: sackett-d-request@rootsweb.com and type: SUBSCRIBE. Remember to unsubscribe yourself from sackett-l or you will get multiple copies! ============================== 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

Louella: Your tale about the sow reminded me of a time, when I was 10 years old. We had several cousins visiting us. Mother was doing the washing ... Heating the water in the "wash pot" out in the yard and using wash tubs and a rub-board to clean the really dirty spots in the clothes. Well, she had a brand new bar of P&G soap and had laid it on the bench where the wash tub was. Along cam our old sow and took the bar of soap in her mouth. Mother started chasing her to get the soap back. Then all of us kids, 10 in all, joined in the chase. We were all getting tired when we finally got her surrounded. My older brother hit the sow with a stick hoping she would squeal and drop the soap. The sow turned and ran between the legs of my cousin Joyce, age 9. Joyce fell backwards and landed on the sow's back. When she landed on the sow's back the sow opened her mouth to squeal and dropped the soap. But we were all watching Joyce sitting backwards on the sow heading out to the corral. After a short distance Joyce fell off, and the sow was glad to get away from us! And Mother got her soap back ... with some pretty deep tooth marks in it. Thurmon On Sat, 17 May 2003 20:26:13 -0400 "louella@endor.com" <louellas@endor.com> writes: > Thurman, you are right, by today's standards most of us of a "certain > age group" would be placed in other households for doing some of > those > things! > I remember riding on the running board of our old Ford out in the > fields > when I was 3 yrs old. Remember it because dad stopped and I went > sliding up > over the hood > of the car (somehow missing the hood ornament which would have > "gutted" me) > and landing on the ground in front of the car. Knocked the breath > out of > myself > I have to admit I would never have let any of my kids ride on a > running board when they were 3, even with a big brother trying to > hold them > on (as my brother was assigned to do, he was 5 and obviously > failed). > Also remember my dad using my mom to get the cows back into the > corral they > had broken out of...the "boss cow" didn't like my mother and well, > lets just > say one of > the fondest memories of my mother is the picture in my mind, of her > turning > the corner into the driveway at full speed in a 1930s house dress & > apron > with a herd of cows galloping along behind her and dad bringing up > the rear. > We kids were not allowed outside during this event so have never > been sure > what > mom did when she got to the corral. And she would always give dad a > "look" > when > I would bring it up. Dad would change the subject. > My dad and uncle also used one of my cousins to get a BIG old sow > back into > her pen. My cousin in all innocence told them "sure she could run > real fast" > So as she ran through the gate with the sow behind her (the sow was > a mean > thing) > one of them reached down and plucked her up and the other closed the > gate > behind her. She was a city cousin, they couldn't convince my > brothers or me > to be bait for the sow. The Uncle was not her dad by the way, his > daughter > was a farm kid also and knew better. > Thanks for getting me to think of a different era, Thurman. > Louella

Dear Thurman, I've really enjoyed your 'Tales.' You had an interesting article that you said was found on Ebay. What would I search for to view some of these interesting old 'things?' I have never used Ebay, but today found it most disconcerting as I didn't know where to go. Much thanks, Mary Lou Petrie ----- Original Message ----- From: "Thurmon E. King" <thurmonking@juno.com> To: <SACKETT-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, May 17, 2003 3:35 PM Subject: [SACKETT-L] Tales from my childhood > It Could Have Been Worse > > In recent days I have seen several TV programs which involved parents > being charged with child endangerment. Depending upon the nature of the > charges ... Some parents had their children taken away from them and > placed in foster care ... And in some instances the parent(s) were > jailed. And as I remember my childhood; I can only imagine what would > have happened to our family if some of today's laws were on the books > when I was growing up. > > I think of a couple of accidents that happened (when lived in the house > where the brahma bulls were turned loose in the pasture) which involved > cutting wood ... I was only 4-5 years old, so I wasn't the one cutting > the wood. (:^:D > > The first one was when Dad had a team of horses pulling a sled when he > went out into the wooded area to get wood for the cook stove and heater > in the house. On the way out from the house he had his axe and a > cross-cut saw on the sled. His cross-cut saw was about 5 - 6 feet long > and had a handle on each end so that two people could work together and > cut a large tree. Because the empty sled would bounce too much for the > tools to stay on it; Dad had "holders" on the sled to keep them in place. > The "holder" for the cross-cut saw held it along the side of the sled > with the teeth pointing up. Yep, you guessed it ... I was running along > side of the sled when I tripped. As I fell I thrust my hand out to catch > me as I fell. Of course, my hand came down on two of the teeth on the > saw cutting two deep gashes in my left hand near my wrist. I still have > two cresent shaped scars from that. > > Another accident happened when Dad was cutting the wood into pieces short > enough to fit into the stove. He was using his axe. As one cuts across > the grain of a branch of a tree with a sharp axe, the sharp chips of wood > fly out in different directions. As Dad would cut a piece of wood off, I > would pick it up and put it into a stack. As I was bending over to pick > up a piece that Dad had just cut off ... He came down with the axe and a > chip of wood struck my face just below my left eye but far enough down > that it hit the bone rather than hitting the eye. This injury resulted > in more than a scar. It injured one of the nerves that controls the eye > and resulted in me being slightly cross-eyed ... Especially when I turn > my eyes to either side, the left eye wanders up giving me double vision. > To eliminate the double vision, I usually close the left eye and this has > led to me being accused of winking at people. .... Hmm ... How is that > for an excuse?? > > One more accident happened in the summer of 1935 after we had moved to > the place where Dad was share cropping. The crop was corn and we were > thinning and weeding the crop. Being summer time us kids were going > barefooted. Dad had just sharpened my hoe and I made a "miss-lick" and > hit the top of my foot. Mother said that as I ran toward her, blood from > a severed artery squirted above my head. They put my foot in kerosene, > to stop the bleeding, and then wrapped it and took me into Marietta to > the doctor. I most definitely remember the doctor sewing it up (three > stitches) without the benefit of an anesthetic. I was held by some > adults. I remember trying to kick, while screaming and crying at top > volume. The doctor said that he wished I'd be quiet. I said something > about being quiet if they would just let me go. He said they'd let me go > if I would be still and be quiet. I said: "OK." They let me go and he > started to work ... I almost kicked him over .. So once again I was held. > After he had finished, he said: "Look at all that blood on my shirt ... > You're going to have to wash it for me." I told him: "Wash it > yourself." > > Later I'll tell of some that could have happened ... But didn't > > > ==== SACKETT Mailing List ==== > To Subscribe to the digest, SACKETT-D, address your email to: > sackett-d-request@rootsweb.com and type: SUBSCRIBE. Remember to > unsubscribe yourself from sackett-l or you will get multiple copies! > > ============================== > 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 > >

It Could Have Been Worse In recent days I have seen several TV programs which involved parents being charged with child endangerment. Depending upon the nature of the charges ... Some parents had their children taken away from them and placed in foster care ... And in some instances the parent(s) were jailed. And as I remember my childhood; I can only imagine what would have happened to our family if some of today's laws were on the books when I was growing up. I think of a couple of accidents that happened (when lived in the house where the brahma bulls were turned loose in the pasture) which involved cutting wood ... I was only 4-5 years old, so I wasn't the one cutting the wood. (:^:D The first one was when Dad had a team of horses pulling a sled when he went out into the wooded area to get wood for the cook stove and heater in the house. On the way out from the house he had his axe and a cross-cut saw on the sled. His cross-cut saw was about 5 - 6 feet long and had a handle on each end so that two people could work together and cut a large tree. Because the empty sled would bounce too much for the tools to stay on it; Dad had "holders" on the sled to keep them in place. The "holder" for the cross-cut saw held it along the side of the sled with the teeth pointing up. Yep, you guessed it ... I was running along side of the sled when I tripped. As I fell I thrust my hand out to catch me as I fell. Of course, my hand came down on two of the teeth on the saw cutting two deep gashes in my left hand near my wrist. I still have two cresent shaped scars from that. Another accident happened when Dad was cutting the wood into pieces short enough to fit into the stove. He was using his axe. As one cuts across the grain of a branch of a tree with a sharp axe, the sharp chips of wood fly out in different directions. As Dad would cut a piece of wood off, I would pick it up and put it into a stack. As I was bending over to pick up a piece that Dad had just cut off ... He came down with the axe and a chip of wood struck my face just below my left eye but far enough down that it hit the bone rather than hitting the eye. This injury resulted in more than a scar. It injured one of the nerves that controls the eye and resulted in me being slightly cross-eyed ... Especially when I turn my eyes to either side, the left eye wanders up giving me double vision. To eliminate the double vision, I usually close the left eye and this has led to me being accused of winking at people. .... Hmm ... How is that for an excuse?? One more accident happened in the summer of 1935 after we had moved to the place where Dad was share cropping. The crop was corn and we were thinning and weeding the crop. Being summer time us kids were going barefooted. Dad had just sharpened my hoe and I made a "miss-lick" and hit the top of my foot. Mother said that as I ran toward her, blood from a severed artery squirted above my head. They put my foot in kerosene, to stop the bleeding, and then wrapped it and took me into Marietta to the doctor. I most definitely remember the doctor sewing it up (three stitches) without the benefit of an anesthetic. I was held by some adults. I remember trying to kick, while screaming and crying at top volume. The doctor said that he wished I'd be quiet. I said something about being quiet if they would just let me go. He said they'd let me go if I would be still and be quiet. I said: "OK." They let me go and he started to work ... I almost kicked him over .. So once again I was held. After he had finished, he said: "Look at all that blood on my shirt ... You're going to have to wash it for me." I told him: "Wash it yourself." Later I'll tell of some that could have happened ... But didn't

The Following was taken from Ridley's Westfield Directory, Westfield, Mass. for the year 1874. There is about 30 years of this type information available. Is this new information or old information. Do i need to post what i have for the group. Dont want to post it if it has been aired. I just received 80 pages of different types of information from the town hall in Westfield, Mass. Fred Sackett Name Occupation Home Boarding House C? Sackett, Austin Whip Maker Elm, St. Sackett, Austin, Jr. Tinsmith 62 King St. Sackett, Caleb Farmer Main St. Sackett, Cornelius (Cadwell & S 51 Elm St. Sackett, D.C. Cigarmaker Pleasant St. Sackett, G.A. Dentist Orange St. Sackett, George Lash Manuf Orange St. Sackett, Harriet Union St Sackett, Henry Meat Market Main St. Sackett, James M. Farmer Union St. Sackett, John, A (Marshall & S 38 School St. Sackett, Mrs. Boland Montgomery St. Sackett, Mrs. F. Howard St. Hancock Sackett, Mrs Maria Hill St. Silver Sackett, Noble at Foundry 4 Hampden St. Sackett, O.D. Whip Maker Orange St. Sackett, Roland, Jr. Farmer Franklin St. Sackett, S. S. Stove Polish Manuf 153 Hill St. Sackett, T.J. Butcher Main St. Sackett, Willliam Machinist Main St.

Last week I was contacted by a lady who had a copy of the January, 1924 Gibbs Family Bulliten for sale on Ebay. She sent me images of one of the articles which changes some of the information I had for this family line. ------ Offered is a GIBBS FAMILY BULLETIN published in 1924. The feature arcticle is about Orlando Fish GIBBS, son of Lyman and Clarissa FISH GIBBS. Orlando married Marietta GIBBS, daughter of Linus and Polly SACKETT GIBBS. The article is written by their daughter. ------ [From: GIBBS FAMILY BULLETIN #4; January 1924] 35 Orlando Fish and Marietta Gibbs by Clara Josephine Gibbs Lorimer It is a great pleasure to be with you this afternoon I assure you, for I love Blandford for its wondrous beauty, its hills with verdure clad, its lovely inland lakes, its clear skies and balmy atmosphere, but most of all I love it for having given to my parents of such sterling worth and lofty aspirations; here they both grew to manhood and womanhood and passed the early years of their married life, acquiring amist these environments the foundation for the noble characteristics that their later lives developed. My father was a Gibbs, my mother was a Gibbs, consequently I am very proud of the Gibbs family, while not having given to the world a president or a preacher of renown, has always borne the reputation of being substantial and dependable .. and to be known as a member of the Gibbs Family was to be accepted as something worthwhile in the home and business world whenever one might chance to be. My father, Orlando Fish Gibbs, was born on what used to be known as Waite Hill, a lovely spot overlooking the pend and village of North Blandford; he was the son of Lyman and Clarissa Fish Gibbs and in the early days of the town his father was one of the celebrated men of the vicinity as he was postmaster of the town twenty-one years. 36 justice of the peace twenty-nine years and in 1831 was a State representative. He was a great student and spent very much of his spare time in reading worthwhile literature and so was considered the best posted man on all questions that came up for discussion to be found anywhere around this vicinity. He had a general sore and paper mill in North Blandford, which was then a flourishing manufacturing center, and when my father grew to manhood he stepped into his father's place as manager of these two properties and remained there until a panic struck the country and by the failure of the business house in Boston that handled their paper they were crippled financially and compelled to close out the business altogether. My mother, Marietta Gibbs, was a daughter of Linus Gibbs and Polly Sackett Gibbs, and was born on a farm across the street from the place now occupied by Mrs. Dexter Loring and her daughter May, and adjoining on the north the farm of Mr. Frank N. Gibbs, a beautiful spot in summer but bleak and cold in winter, as my mother used to tell us when we were complaining of the cold in Evanston. She belonged to a large family, seven daughters and four sons, and as she was the sixth child there were five older and five younger than herself. The boys were younger than the girls and so the girls had to help with the farm work and I have often heard my mother tell how she had to get up at four thirty every morning and milk four or five cows before breakfast; the house was loosely built and in winter the snow would drift in and very often she would have to wade through little snowdrifts in her bare feet before she could get into her stockings and shoes. After her morning work was done she walked about a mile and a half to school every day, rain or shine, and from all I can learn was usually at the head of all her classes. She wanted to fit herself for a teacher and so supplemented the learning acquired in Blandford schools by attendance at what was then known as one of the finest finishing schools in Western Massachusetts, Willistan Seminary in Easthampton. After finishing here she taught for a long time in Russell, but how long I never heard her say and there is no one living now who can inform me on the subject. When my father and mother reached the age of twenty six they were married in the beautiful month of May and went to housekeeping in the little white house beside the bridge in North Blandford destroyed by the Springfield Water Company after they acquired possession of most of the little village. They lived there five or six years and then moved across the bridge into what was then known as the Sprague House where they remained until my father could again establish himself in business and make a suitable living for us elsewhere. He went to work for Mr. Burdon Bill of Springfield selling books by subscription and was so successful in gaining subscribers for his publications that in the course of two or three years he was offered the general agency of all books published by Mr. Bill if he would go to Chicago and establish a branch house. He accepted the offer gladly and located in Chicago on Clark Street near Madison where he did a flourishing business, even better than he anticipated, and in a short time was able to bring his family west. 37 He did not like the idea of bringing up his children in a large city and so chose Evanston for a home, as it was accessible to Chicago and at the same time had educational advantages such as few small towns could boast of at that time. The first three or four years of our stay in Evanston we lived in a rented home, but then my father bought a tract of seventeen and a half acres at $175 per acre in what is now the heart of Evanston and erected a house on the northwest corner of it, in which he lived the balance of his life; in fact, it passed out of the family only last year -- fifteen years after his death. Shortly after he bought this tract a boom struck the town and he subdivided all the he had not reserved for the home site and sold most of off at high prices, thus laying the foundation for the substantial fortune h e afterwards acquired. When he subdivided this tract he deeded to the city a strip twenty-three and one-half feet wide across the entire length of it to be used as a street; the owner of the property adjacent to it in the north deeded an equal amount and so the city acquired a nice wide street form Chicago Avenue to the Lake. It was named Lee Street in honor of General Lee of Civil War fame. Our nearest railroad station was about a mile away at Davis Street and so my father went to the President of the Chicago & North-Western Railroad and after a good deal of pressure succeeded in getting a station within a short distance of his property and that, of course, made it more accessible and consequently more salable. About this time my father was also actively interested in civic affairs and in assisting struggling churches, especially the First and Second Presbyterian Churches when they were erecting their church edifices. Evanston at that time was a small village of less than tewnty-five hundred inhabitants and those who had money had to put their hands in their pockets pretty deep sometimes in order that these necessary improvements could be made, and my father was one who was always ready to do his share towards making his home town attractive and consequently a better place to live and bring up his family. While my father was looking after the wherewithal to keep the family pot boiling and assisting in civic affairs my mother was looking after the home and attending to the education of her children -- and she was an inspiration in this direction as most good mothers are; it was the great ambition of her life that her children should be well educated and she instilled into us from early childhood the desire for a high place in this world of ours, so far as an education could fit us. After finishing the graded school we all attended the North Western University and my older brother and myself graduated with honors. My sister had a wonderful talent for art and left school before graduation to take a course in the Art Institute of Chicago, where she made great progress until obliged by sickness to give up her work for the time being, but resumed it later on. My younger brother liking business better than his books could not be inspired to wait until after graduation to follow out his inclination and so fitted himself for his life work 38 without a higher education my mother coveted for him, much to her regret. Owing to my mother's sweet, amiable disposition our home life was almost ideal you might say; for when there was any friction in the family she always stood ready to pour oil on the troubled water and smooth everything out in such a way that in short time it was forgotten entirely by both sides to the controversy. I can never remember to have heard my father and mother quarrel -- they never agreed on every subject, but each would express his and her opinion, talk it over and then decide as to the best course to pursue and the one who gave u[ never cherished any resentment whatever, as some people seem to do if their opinion is not always accepted as decisive. Since deciding to write this article it was my good fortune to come across in Chicago Evening Post a poem written by Edgar A. Guest, entitled "A Prayer", that I think just seems to fit my mother's idea of life and I am going to quote it, feeling sure that if she did not offer the prayer in so many words she must have thought it daily or she could not have lived such a beautiful life as she did without a murmur or complaint, ayways[sic] sunny, always sweet and lovable. A Prayer Lord, let me do my part With courage and a willing heart, Open my eyes that I may see However dark the day may be. However rough the road I fare, The purpose of the cross I bear. Lord, let me wake when morning breads Undaunted by my old mistakes. Let me arise as comes the son Glad for the task that must be done, Rejoicing I have strength to give Some beauty to the life I live. Lord, let me hear the kindlier things, The morning song the robin sings, The laughter of the children near, Their merry whisperings in my ear, My neighbor's greeting at the gate, Let these shut out the speech of hate. Lord, let me see the beauty here, The sky above me bright and clear, The smile upon a friendly face, The charm of health and all its grace, The roses blooming everywhere In spite of hurt and grief and care. Lord, strengthen me that I may keep My faith, tho bitterly I weep. 39 Grant me undaunted to remain Thru every storm of care and pain. Lord, let me do my little part With courage and a willing heart. A beautiful life is a great legacy to leave to a family and my sister and I both appreciate our good fortune in having such good parents far more than any other legacy they could possibly have left us. They have gone, but the example they set us will never be forgotten but will live in memory as long as life shall last -- and not only in our memory but in the memories of all those who knew them intimately will it be a sweet savor, never to be forgotten. They were lovers all through their married life and in death were divided by the short period of thirty hours. They were buried in the same grave on a beautiful day in March, the twenty-first of the month 1907; a regular June day with birds singing all about, the air balmy and genial, while overhead the sun shone brightly as if our Heavenly Father was pouring a benediction on the scene. One of our friends when returning from the cemetery said: "I cannot believe I have been to a funeral -- it seemed more like a pretty wedding:' and son, in sense, it was, for they were reunited in Heaven never more to be separated but to bask in the sunlight of God's love throughout eternity. Although these two people have passed on into the great beyond they will always be remembered here on earth by those who knew them intimately for the sweet simplicity and beauty of their lives and their unselfish devotion to one another. Wealth, position and outside show are mere trappings and are soon forgotten, but a beautiful life on account of its rarity shines out as brightly as a lighthouse in a dark and stormy night and gives us just a glimpse of what Heaven may possibly be like -- or what this earth would be like if everybody lived a sweet, simple and Christ like life. Judged from this standpoint the lives of my father and mother were truly successful and a great heritage to their family and friends and it affords me great pleasure to offer this testimony to the members of the Gibbs Family who never had the pleasure of knowing them while living and to assure them that they were certainly a credit to them in every way and reflected honor on the name. Clara Josephine Gibbs Lorimer (Mrs. Robert Lorimer)

Due to too much spam, I have changed my email address to lwsacket@yahoo.com. Thanks! Wayne --- SACKETT-D-request@rootsweb.com wrote: > ATTACHMENT part 1 message/rfc822 > > SACKETT-D Digest Volume 03 : Issue 150 > > Today's Topics: > #1 Re: [SACKETT-L] Charles H. Sackett > ["katherine russell" <kjrussell@one] > #2 [SACKETT-L] According to Paul Sack ["Thurmon > E. King" <thurmonking@jun] > > Administrivia: > To unsubscribe from SACKETT-D, send a message to > > SACKETT-D-request@rootsweb.com > > that contains in the body of the message the command > > unsubscribe > > and no other text. No subject line is necessary, > but if your software > requires one, just use unsubscribe in the subject, > too. > > ______________________________ > ATTACHMENT part 2 message/rfc822 > Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 15:27:19 -0600 > From: "katherine russell" <kjrussell@onewest.net> > To: SACKETT-L@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [SACKETT-L] Charles H. Sackett - Part 2 > > I was mistaken, the dentist in my towns name is > Dale. I wrote that e-male > this morning, then looked at scholarship > applications this afternoon, and > his daughters name was on one of them with her > father signing. Cute, smart > girl. > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Thurmon E. King" <thurmonking@juno.com> > To: <SACKETT-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Wednesday, May 14, 2003 10:07 AM > Subject: Re: [SACKETT-L] Charles H. Sackett - Part 2 > > > > There were some of the descendants of > Orlin/Orlen/Orland Sackett who > > migrated from MN to the area around Sundance and > were also in other parts > > of WY as well as migrating to CA. > > > > The articles about Charles H. Sackett were in the > material the Bradley > > Sackett sent to me which related to the > descendants of Orland Sackett. > > But as one can see Charles was from a different > line. > > > > The Jesse Sacket who was in Fayette Co., PA in the > 1850 census appears to > > be a promising prospect for being the one who was > in Elk, IA in 1870 ... > > But the name of his wife is different from what > Charles said that his > > mother's name was. Could be that Jesse had a 2nd > marriage? > > > > Thurmon > > > > On Wed, 14 May 2003 08:08:24 -0600 "katherine > russell" > > <kjrussell@onewest.net> writes: > > > Sundance, is a little town in Northeastern > Wyoming, not far from the > > > South > > > Dakota Border. The closest town people probably > have heard of is > > > Spearfish > > > SD. Or if any one goes to Sturgis SD for that > big motorcycle rally, > > > its > > > about 30 miles west of Sturgis. Also where > Devils Tower National > > > Monument > > > is. Probably known to people as the monument > Richard Drifis kept > > > sculpturing in Close Encounters of the 3rd kind. > Also where the > > > Sundance > > > Kid got his name. It has a low population, even > for Wyoming > > > standards, which > > > has the lowest population per square mile in the > US. > > > I don't know if Charles Sackett's relatives are > still in the state, > > > but a > > > local dentist in my town in Wyoming is named > Charles Sacket. I have > > > never > > > met him. > > > K Russell > > > > > > ==== SACKETT Mailing List ==== > > Tried the RootsWeb Archives and Search Engine on > the Web yet...? > > http://lists.rootsweb.com/~archiver/lists/ > > > http://searches.rootsweb.com/cgi-bin/listsearch.pl > > > > ============================== > > 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 > > > > ______________________________ > ATTACHMENT part 3 message/rfc822 > Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 16:37:01 -0700 > From: "Thurmon E. King" <thurmonking@juno.com> > To: SACKETT-L@rootsweb.com > Subject: [SACKETT-L] According to Paul Sackett > > The following article was sent to me by Bradley > Sackett. It appears to > have been taken from a local county history from > around Crook County, > Wyoming. I have shortened it a bit by leaving out > references to local > families and events which are interesting but have > no meaning to anyone > outside the local area. > =============== > Excerpts from: "According To Paul Sackett", by Mabel > Brown; 1967 > > Paul Sackett was born on July 16, 1900. His parents > were Maurice and > Lydia (Bergstresser) Sackett. Maurice Sackett was a > native of Minnesota > but went to South Dakota as a young man and took up > a homestead in the > eastern part of that state. > > The Bergstressers were of Pennsylvania Dutch > ancestry. They settled in > Dakota Territory about 1880. > > After their marriage, Maurice and Lydia lived on the > homestead near > Aurora, a short distance from Brookings, So. Dakota. > Two children, > Lucinda and Oliver were born while they lived at > Aurora. > > In the spring of 1897, Mr. and Mrs. Sackett and the > two children moved > to Crook Co. in Wyoming, settling on Kara Creek, on > the site of the Nefsy > ranch. They lived in the White House [where Paul > was born] and carried > mail from the Sheldon Post Office on Mason Creek to > Merino (Upton) three > times each week. The mail was transported in a > buckboard drawn by a team > of mules. The Sacketts carried the mail for about > three years. ... > > In 1905, Maurice Sackett went into the sheep > business, he got some old > sheep from Mr. Frank Burdick and ran them on > shares. > > In the spring of 1907, the Sacketts moved to Fiddler > Creek in Weston > County, Wyoming. Mr. Sackett had taken a desert > claim the year before > and had built a log cabin there. ... > > Paul's older brother began herding [sheep] when he > was eleven years old > and stayed with it until he was twenty one. ... In > 1910, he was > hearding for his father, the camp was about seven > miles from home. One > day Vernie Gose ran into the boy wandering about the > paririe all by > himseld. Oliver had gone snow blind, he was os > "iced-up" that he > couldn't tell where he was going. Mr. Bose told > Paul he'd never seen > anyone so iced up as Oliver. The 14 year old Oliver > stayed out at the > camp all by himself, day or night, storm or shine. > > Paul, himself at age eleven, pulled a sheep wagon > and did the cooking. > He recalls baking biscuits in a little "sheep > herder" stove with a stove > pipe oven. He didn't have a cook book -- just > stirred 'em up. Mr. > Sackett and Oliver trailed the sheep. > > During 1910 and 1911, Maurice Sackett was herding > sheep ... A storm came > up in the night. Mr. Sackett got up and went to see > about the sheep on > the bedgrounds. Part were gone so he went looking > for them. He couldn't > find them so he returned to the camp. When he got > there the others were > gone. He went on the six or seven miles home and > told Mrs. lSackett the > sheep were gone. > > It was snowing and blowing with a driving wind from > the northwest. Mr. > and Mrs. Sackett and Oliver started out in the storm > and got on the trail > of the sheep. [One of them went to get a neighbor, > Shorty Thomas, to > help. Part of the sheep were found at the Lassen > place on Mush Creek] > Mrs. Sackett stayed with this bunch and took them > home the next day. > > Shorty, Maurice Sackett and Oliver trailed the > others and found them down > on Sheep Creek about 20 miles from the Lassen > place. Coyotes had killed > manyu of the sheep, others had been drifted under > and smothered. The > loss of sheep was heavy. The three men and the two > dogs started on back > with the remaining sheep. [About sundown they > arrived at a place on Mush > Creek but the man living there would not let them > stay there over night] > > Night was approaching, the men had no beds, no food > and no shelter. They > got only a few miles further that night. Again a > storm came up with a > head wind from the northwest. There was no > protection for the sheep or > the m en. The men and the dogs got in front of the > sheep and managed to > hold them together, they couldn't hold them back, > they went with the > storm, but they did stay in a bunch. They were > driven back several miles > by the storm. > > At last the storm ceased and seven days from the > time the sheep had left > the bedgrounds, they were back again at Fiddler > Cree. > > The Sacketts had suffered a big loss in the storm, > settlers were coming > in, fences were going up, so Maurice Sackett decided > to sell out his > sheep and buy cattle. Paul says he thinks it was a > wise move. ... > > There were six children in the Sackett family, > Lucinda and Oliver had > been born in So. Dakota before the family moved to > Kara Creek. Paul, > Winnie, Zella and Claude were all born in Wyoming. > > Paul tells of Lucinda's skill as a horsewoman. He > says she was as strong > as any man and could handle horses well. Lu taught > in the rural schools > of Weston County ... She boarded with the Al Dixons > on Cheyenne River and > they were her good friends. > > One day while teaching at Al Dixons on the River -- > it was a weekend and > Lu decided to go to Hampshire after the mail. She > had her own horse > there but for some reason decided to ride one of the > Dixon horses. She > didn't know it but the mount she chose was a > buckinghorse. Al saw her > prepare to ride the horse and thought he'd have a > good laugh. He didn't > tell her about the horse and Lu didn't ask. She > saddled up the horse and > gont on him in the corral. DOWN came the horse's > head and down camed > Lucinda. She got back up, back on the horse, gave > him his head and let > him buck! She rode him until he stopped bucking so > -- Al missed his > laugh. (Lu is now Mrs. Lucinda Kester and lives in > Joshua Tree, > California). > > Paul's younger sister Miss Zella Sackett lives at > Spearfish, South Dakota > where she works caring for elderly people of that > area. > > Winnie Dackett died in 1952. > > Oliver Sackett served in the Armed Forces in World > War I, when he > returned he went to work for the Burlington Railroad > as a fireman out of > Alliance. He worked there for 12 years before > moving out to California. > He died at Victorville, California in 1961. > > Claude attended Sweeney Auto School in Kansas City, > Missouri then came > back to Wyoming and worked in Moorcroft at the > garage and at the Sundance > Garage and later at the Light Plant. He was an > electrician with the > Black Hills Power and LIght Plant in Osage, Wyoming > at the time of his > === message truncated === __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. Bingo. http://search.yahoo.com

I suspect that Maurice might be the M.Sacket, Brother in law, single, age 21, born Minn, Laborer in household of H.McMullen, age 28, born Wis. parents born Scotland Mary McMullen, Wife, age 20, born Minn. and son Archie, age 1, born Dak no birhplace for parents for either M. or Mary. 1880 census, Township 111, Brookings, Dakota Terr. page 158b -----Original Message----- From: Thurmon E. King [mailto:thurmonking@juno.com] Sent: Wednesday, May 14, 2003 7:37 PM To: SACKETT-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [SACKETT-L] According to Paul Sackett The following article was sent to me by Bradley Sackett. It appears to have been taken from a local county history from around Crook County, Wyoming. I have shortened it a bit by leaving out references to local families and events which are interesting but have no meaning to anyone outside the local area. =============== Excerpts from: "According To Paul Sackett", by Mabel Brown; 1967 Paul Sackett was born on July 16, 1900. His parents were Maurice and Lydia (Bergstresser) Sackett. Maurice Sackett was a native of Minnesota but went to South Dakota as a young man and took up a homestead in the eastern part of that state. The Bergstressers were of Pennsylvania Dutch ancestry. They settled in Dakota Territory about 1880. After their marriage, Maurice and Lydia lived on the homestead near Aurora, a short distance from Brookings, So. Dakota. Two children, Lucinda and Oliver were born while they lived at Aurora. In the spring of 1897, Mr. and Mrs. Sackett and the two children moved to Crook Co. in Wyoming, settling on Kara Creek, on the site of the Nefsy ranch. They lived in the White House [where Paul was born] and carried mail from the Sheldon Post Office on Mason Creek to Merino (Upton) three times each week. The mail was transported in a buckboard drawn by a team of mules. The Sacketts carried the mail for about three years. ... In 1905, Maurice Sackett went into the sheep business, he got some old sheep from Mr. Frank Burdick and ran them on shares. In the spring of 1907, the Sacketts moved to Fiddler Creek in Weston County, Wyoming. Mr. Sackett had taken a desert claim the year before and had built a log cabin there. ... Paul's older brother began herding [sheep] when he was eleven years old and stayed with it until he was twenty one. ... In 1910, he was hearding for his father, the camp was about seven miles from home. One day Vernie Gose ran into the boy wandering about the paririe all by himseld. Oliver had gone snow blind, he was os "iced-up" that he couldn't tell where he was going. Mr. Bose told Paul he'd never seen anyone so iced up as Oliver. The 14 year old Oliver stayed out at the camp all by himself, day or night, storm or shine. Paul, himself at age eleven, pulled a sheep wagon and did the cooking. He recalls baking biscuits in a little "sheep herder" stove with a stove pipe oven. He didn't have a cook book -- just stirred 'em up. Mr. Sackett and Oliver trailed the sheep. During 1910 and 1911, Maurice Sackett was herding sheep ... A storm came up in the night. Mr. Sackett got up and went to see about the sheep on the bedgrounds. Part were gone so he went looking for them. He couldn't find them so he returned to the camp. When he got there the others were gone. He went on the six or seven miles home and told Mrs. lSackett the sheep were gone. It was snowing and blowing with a driving wind from the northwest. Mr. and Mrs. Sackett and Oliver started out in the storm and got on the trail of the sheep. [One of them went to get a neighbor, Shorty Thomas, to help. Part of the sheep were found at the Lassen place on Mush Creek] Mrs. Sackett stayed with this bunch and took them home the next day. Shorty, Maurice Sackett and Oliver trailed the others and found them down on Sheep Creek about 20 miles from the Lassen place. Coyotes had killed manyu of the sheep, others had been drifted under and smothered. The loss of sheep was heavy. The three men and the two dogs started on back with the remaining sheep. [About sundown they arrived at a place on Mush Creek but the man living there would not let them stay there over night] Night was approaching, the men had no beds, no food and no shelter. They got only a few miles further that night. Again a storm came up with a head wind from the northwest. There was no protection for the sheep or the m en. The men and the dogs got in front of the sheep and managed to hold them together, they couldn't hold them back, they went with the storm, but they did stay in a bunch. They were driven back several miles by the storm. At last the storm ceased and seven days from the time the sheep had left the bedgrounds, they were back again at Fiddler Cree. The Sacketts had suffered a big loss in the storm, settlers were coming in, fences were going up, so Maurice Sackett decided to sell out his sheep and buy cattle. Paul says he thinks it was a wise move. ... There were six children in the Sackett family, Lucinda and Oliver had been born in So. Dakota before the family moved to Kara Creek. Paul, Winnie, Zella and Claude were all born in Wyoming. Paul tells of Lucinda's skill as a horsewoman. He says she was as strong as any man and could handle horses well. Lu taught in the rural schools of Weston County ... She boarded with the Al Dixons on Cheyenne River and they were her good friends. One day while teaching at Al Dixons on the River -- it was a weekend and Lu decided to go to Hampshire after the mail. She had her own horse there but for some reason decided to ride one of the Dixon horses. She didn't know it but the mount she chose was a buckinghorse. Al saw her prepare to ride the horse and thought he'd have a good laugh. He didn't tell her about the horse and Lu didn't ask. She saddled up the horse and gont on him in the corral. DOWN came the horse's head and down camed Lucinda. She got back up, back on the horse, gave him his head and let him buck! She rode him until he stopped bucking so -- Al missed his laugh. (Lu is now Mrs. Lucinda Kester and lives in Joshua Tree, California). Paul's younger sister Miss Zella Sackett lives at Spearfish, South Dakota where she works caring for elderly people of that area. Winnie Dackett died in 1952. Oliver Sackett served in the Armed Forces in World War I, when he returned he went to work for the Burlington Railroad as a fireman out of Alliance. He worked there for 12 years before moving out to California. He died at Victorville, California in 1961. Claude attended Sweeney Auto School in Kansas City, Missouri then came back to Wyoming and worked in Moorcroft at the garage and at the Sundance Garage and later at the Light Plant. He was an electrician with the Black Hills Power and LIght Plant in Osage, Wyoming at the time of his death in 1966. Mr. and Mrs. Sackett lived at Fiddler Creek until 1943 when they moved to Newcastle. Mrs. Sackett died in Newcastle in April 1945. She was 75 years old. Mr. Sackett's eyesight was failing so he stayed for a while with Zella then they both went out to California to Pomona where Lucinda then lived. Mr Sackett died there in 1950 at the age of 91. He had always hoped to live to be 100. Both Mr. and Mrs. Sackett are buried in Greenwood cemetery at Newcastle in the land they'd called home for so many years. Paul has ridden for many ranchers in Crook, Weston and Niobrara Counties. He has also worked in the timber of the area. .. Paul also served a hitch in the Army during World War II but was discharged as over age. Paul says it never tired him to ride a horse and as a young man, he was never afraid of any horse. He rode and worked horses before the automobile and tractor became popular. ... "I've been trowed" said Paul, "I've had my foot caught in the stirrup and been drug -- my foot came loose or I wouldn't be here today. I've had run-a-ways, several of them -- sometimes they got clear away, sometimes they didn't get away but I was never afraid of any horse -- little or big." Paul admits that tht was some time ago -- he gave his spurs to the wyoming State Archives last winter -- he doesn't plan to use them any more. ==== SACKETT Mailing List ==== Tried the RootsWeb Archives and Search Engine on the Web yet...? http://lists.rootsweb.com/~archiver/lists/ http://searches.rootsweb.com/cgi-bin/listsearch.pl ============================== 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

Social Security Death index: Paul Sackett, born 16 Jul 1900, died Aug 1981 Residence: Newcastle, Weston, WY Last benefit: Sundance, Crook, WY Zella B. Sackett, born 2 Jul 1903, died 16 Nov 2001 Residence: Denver, CO, SS# issued in WY Claud Sackett, born 4 Aug 1905, died May 1966 No residence or last benefit address. SS# issued in WY California State Death Index Oliver Sackett born 5 Mar 1896 in South Dakota Died 17 May 1960, San Bernardino Co., CA Lucinda Hannah Sackett Kester born 2 Feb 1894 in South Dakota Died 3 Jan 1987, San Bernardino Co., CA -----Original Message----- From: Thurmon E. King [mailto:thurmonking@juno.com] Sent: Wednesday, May 14, 2003 7:37 PM To: SACKETT-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [SACKETT-L] According to Paul Sackett The following article was sent to me by Bradley Sackett. It appears to have been taken from a local county history from around Crook County, Wyoming. I have shortened it a bit by leaving out references to local families and events which are interesting but have no meaning to anyone outside the local area. =============== Excerpts from: "According To Paul Sackett", by Mabel Brown; 1967 Paul Sackett was born on July 16, 1900. His parents were Maurice and Lydia (Bergstresser) Sackett. Maurice Sackett was a native of Minnesota but went to South Dakota as a young man and took up a homestead in the eastern part of that state. The Bergstressers were of Pennsylvania Dutch ancestry. They settled in Dakota Territory about 1880. After their marriage, Maurice and Lydia lived on the homestead near Aurora, a short distance from Brookings, So. Dakota. Two children, Lucinda and Oliver were born while they lived at Aurora. In the spring of 1897, Mr. and Mrs. Sackett and the two children moved to Crook Co. in Wyoming, settling on Kara Creek, on the site of the Nefsy ranch. They lived in the White House [where Paul was born] and carried mail from the Sheldon Post Office on Mason Creek to Merino (Upton) three times each week. The mail was transported in a buckboard drawn by a team of mules. The Sacketts carried the mail for about three years. ... In 1905, Maurice Sackett went into the sheep business, he got some old sheep from Mr. Frank Burdick and ran them on shares. In the spring of 1907, the Sacketts moved to Fiddler Creek in Weston County, Wyoming. Mr. Sackett had taken a desert claim the year before and had built a log cabin there. ... Paul's older brother began herding [sheep] when he was eleven years old and stayed with it until he was twenty one. ... In 1910, he was hearding for his father, the camp was about seven miles from home. One day Vernie Gose ran into the boy wandering about the paririe all by himseld. Oliver had gone snow blind, he was os "iced-up" that he couldn't tell where he was going. Mr. Bose told Paul he'd never seen anyone so iced up as Oliver. The 14 year old Oliver stayed out at the camp all by himself, day or night, storm or shine. Paul, himself at age eleven, pulled a sheep wagon and did the cooking. He recalls baking biscuits in a little "sheep herder" stove with a stove pipe oven. He didn't have a cook book -- just stirred 'em up. Mr. Sackett and Oliver trailed the sheep. During 1910 and 1911, Maurice Sackett was herding sheep ... A storm came up in the night. Mr. Sackett got up and went to see about the sheep on the bedgrounds. Part were gone so he went looking for them. He couldn't find them so he returned to the camp. When he got there the others were gone. He went on the six or seven miles home and told Mrs. lSackett the sheep were gone. It was snowing and blowing with a driving wind from the northwest. Mr. and Mrs. Sackett and Oliver started out in the storm and got on the trail of the sheep. [One of them went to get a neighbor, Shorty Thomas, to help. Part of the sheep were found at the Lassen place on Mush Creek] Mrs. Sackett stayed with this bunch and took them home the next day. Shorty, Maurice Sackett and Oliver trailed the others and found them down on Sheep Creek about 20 miles from the Lassen place. Coyotes had killed manyu of the sheep, others had been drifted under and smothered. The loss of sheep was heavy. The three men and the two dogs started on back with the remaining sheep. [About sundown they arrived at a place on Mush Creek but the man living there would not let them stay there over night] Night was approaching, the men had no beds, no food and no shelter. They got only a few miles further that night. Again a storm came up with a head wind from the northwest. There was no protection for the sheep or the m en. The men and the dogs got in front of the sheep and managed to hold them together, they couldn't hold them back, they went with the storm, but they did stay in a bunch. They were driven back several miles by the storm. At last the storm ceased and seven days from the time the sheep had left the bedgrounds, they were back again at Fiddler Cree. The Sacketts had suffered a big loss in the storm, settlers were coming in, fences were going up, so Maurice Sackett decided to sell out his sheep and buy cattle. Paul says he thinks it was a wise move. ... There were six children in the Sackett family, Lucinda and Oliver had been born in So. Dakota before the family moved to Kara Creek. Paul, Winnie, Zella and Claude were all born in Wyoming. Paul tells of Lucinda's skill as a horsewoman. He says she was as strong as any man and could handle horses well. Lu taught in the rural schools of Weston County ... She boarded with the Al Dixons on Cheyenne River and they were her good friends. One day while teaching at Al Dixons on the River -- it was a weekend and Lu decided to go to Hampshire after the mail. She had her own horse there but for some reason decided to ride one of the Dixon horses. She didn't know it but the mount she chose was a buckinghorse. Al saw her prepare to ride the horse and thought he'd have a good laugh. He didn't tell her about the horse and Lu didn't ask. She saddled up the horse and gont on him in the corral. DOWN came the horse's head and down camed Lucinda. She got back up, back on the horse, gave him his head and let him buck! She rode him until he stopped bucking so -- Al missed his laugh. (Lu is now Mrs. Lucinda Kester and lives in Joshua Tree, California). Paul's younger sister Miss Zella Sackett lives at Spearfish, South Dakota where she works caring for elderly people of that area. Winnie Dackett died in 1952. Oliver Sackett served in the Armed Forces in World War I, when he returned he went to work for the Burlington Railroad as a fireman out of Alliance. He worked there for 12 years before moving out to California. He died at Victorville, California in 1961. Claude attended Sweeney Auto School in Kansas City, Missouri then came back to Wyoming and worked in Moorcroft at the garage and at the Sundance Garage and later at the Light Plant. He was an electrician with the Black Hills Power and LIght Plant in Osage, Wyoming at the time of his death in 1966. Mr. and Mrs. Sackett lived at Fiddler Creek until 1943 when they moved to Newcastle. Mrs. Sackett died in Newcastle in April 1945. She was 75 years old. Mr. Sackett's eyesight was failing so he stayed for a while with Zella then they both went out to California to Pomona where Lucinda then lived. Mr Sackett died there in 1950 at the age of 91. He had always hoped to live to be 100. Both Mr. and Mrs. Sackett are buried in Greenwood cemetery at Newcastle in the land they'd called home for so many years. Paul has ridden for many ranchers in Crook, Weston and Niobrara Counties. He has also worked in the timber of the area. .. Paul also served a hitch in the Army during World War II but was discharged as over age. Paul says it never tired him to ride a horse and as a young man, he was never afraid of any horse. He rode and worked horses before the automobile and tractor became popular. ... "I've been trowed" said Paul, "I've had my foot caught in the stirrup and been drug -- my foot came loose or I wouldn't be here today. I've had run-a-ways, several of them -- sometimes they got clear away, sometimes they didn't get away but I was never afraid of any horse -- little or big." Paul admits that tht was some time ago -- he gave his spurs to the wyoming State Archives last winter -- he doesn't plan to use them any more. ==== SACKETT Mailing List ==== Tried the RootsWeb Archives and Search Engine on the Web yet...? http://lists.rootsweb.com/~archiver/lists/ http://searches.rootsweb.com/cgi-bin/listsearch.pl ============================== 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

The following article was sent to me by Bradley Sackett. It appears to have been taken from a local county history from around Crook County, Wyoming. I have shortened it a bit by leaving out references to local families and events which are interesting but have no meaning to anyone outside the local area. =============== Excerpts from: "According To Paul Sackett", by Mabel Brown; 1967 Paul Sackett was born on July 16, 1900. His parents were Maurice and Lydia (Bergstresser) Sackett. Maurice Sackett was a native of Minnesota but went to South Dakota as a young man and took up a homestead in the eastern part of that state. The Bergstressers were of Pennsylvania Dutch ancestry. They settled in Dakota Territory about 1880. After their marriage, Maurice and Lydia lived on the homestead near Aurora, a short distance from Brookings, So. Dakota. Two children, Lucinda and Oliver were born while they lived at Aurora. In the spring of 1897, Mr. and Mrs. Sackett and the two children moved to Crook Co. in Wyoming, settling on Kara Creek, on the site of the Nefsy ranch. They lived in the White House [where Paul was born] and carried mail from the Sheldon Post Office on Mason Creek to Merino (Upton) three times each week. The mail was transported in a buckboard drawn by a team of mules. The Sacketts carried the mail for about three years. ... In 1905, Maurice Sackett went into the sheep business, he got some old sheep from Mr. Frank Burdick and ran them on shares. In the spring of 1907, the Sacketts moved to Fiddler Creek in Weston County, Wyoming. Mr. Sackett had taken a desert claim the year before and had built a log cabin there. ... Paul's older brother began herding [sheep] when he was eleven years old and stayed with it until he was twenty one. ... In 1910, he was hearding for his father, the camp was about seven miles from home. One day Vernie Gose ran into the boy wandering about the paririe all by himseld. Oliver had gone snow blind, he was os "iced-up" that he couldn't tell where he was going. Mr. Bose told Paul he'd never seen anyone so iced up as Oliver. The 14 year old Oliver stayed out at the camp all by himself, day or night, storm or shine. Paul, himself at age eleven, pulled a sheep wagon and did the cooking. He recalls baking biscuits in a little "sheep herder" stove with a stove pipe oven. He didn't have a cook book -- just stirred 'em up. Mr. Sackett and Oliver trailed the sheep. During 1910 and 1911, Maurice Sackett was herding sheep ... A storm came up in the night. Mr. Sackett got up and went to see about the sheep on the bedgrounds. Part were gone so he went looking for them. He couldn't find them so he returned to the camp. When he got there the others were gone. He went on the six or seven miles home and told Mrs. lSackett the sheep were gone. It was snowing and blowing with a driving wind from the northwest. Mr. and Mrs. Sackett and Oliver started out in the storm and got on the trail of the sheep. [One of them went to get a neighbor, Shorty Thomas, to help. Part of the sheep were found at the Lassen place on Mush Creek] Mrs. Sackett stayed with this bunch and took them home the next day. Shorty, Maurice Sackett and Oliver trailed the others and found them down on Sheep Creek about 20 miles from the Lassen place. Coyotes had killed manyu of the sheep, others had been drifted under and smothered. The loss of sheep was heavy. The three men and the two dogs started on back with the remaining sheep. [About sundown they arrived at a place on Mush Creek but the man living there would not let them stay there over night] Night was approaching, the men had no beds, no food and no shelter. They got only a few miles further that night. Again a storm came up with a head wind from the northwest. There was no protection for the sheep or the m en. The men and the dogs got in front of the sheep and managed to hold them together, they couldn't hold them back, they went with the storm, but they did stay in a bunch. They were driven back several miles by the storm. At last the storm ceased and seven days from the time the sheep had left the bedgrounds, they were back again at Fiddler Cree. The Sacketts had suffered a big loss in the storm, settlers were coming in, fences were going up, so Maurice Sackett decided to sell out his sheep and buy cattle. Paul says he thinks it was a wise move. ... There were six children in the Sackett family, Lucinda and Oliver had been born in So. Dakota before the family moved to Kara Creek. Paul, Winnie, Zella and Claude were all born in Wyoming. Paul tells of Lucinda's skill as a horsewoman. He says she was as strong as any man and could handle horses well. Lu taught in the rural schools of Weston County ... She boarded with the Al Dixons on Cheyenne River and they were her good friends. One day while teaching at Al Dixons on the River -- it was a weekend and Lu decided to go to Hampshire after the mail. She had her own horse there but for some reason decided to ride one of the Dixon horses. She didn't know it but the mount she chose was a buckinghorse. Al saw her prepare to ride the horse and thought he'd have a good laugh. He didn't tell her about the horse and Lu didn't ask. She saddled up the horse and gont on him in the corral. DOWN came the horse's head and down camed Lucinda. She got back up, back on the horse, gave him his head and let him buck! She rode him until he stopped bucking so -- Al missed his laugh. (Lu is now Mrs. Lucinda Kester and lives in Joshua Tree, California). Paul's younger sister Miss Zella Sackett lives at Spearfish, South Dakota where she works caring for elderly people of that area. Winnie Dackett died in 1952. Oliver Sackett served in the Armed Forces in World War I, when he returned he went to work for the Burlington Railroad as a fireman out of Alliance. He worked there for 12 years before moving out to California. He died at Victorville, California in 1961. Claude attended Sweeney Auto School in Kansas City, Missouri then came back to Wyoming and worked in Moorcroft at the garage and at the Sundance Garage and later at the Light Plant. He was an electrician with the Black Hills Power and LIght Plant in Osage, Wyoming at the time of his death in 1966. Mr. and Mrs. Sackett lived at Fiddler Creek until 1943 when they moved to Newcastle. Mrs. Sackett died in Newcastle in April 1945. She was 75 years old. Mr. Sackett's eyesight was failing so he stayed for a while with Zella then they both went out to California to Pomona where Lucinda then lived. Mr Sackett died there in 1950 at the age of 91. He had always hoped to live to be 100. Both Mr. and Mrs. Sackett are buried in Greenwood cemetery at Newcastle in the land they'd called home for so many years. Paul has ridden for many ranchers in Crook, Weston and Niobrara Counties. He has also worked in the timber of the area. .. Paul also served a hitch in the Army during World War II but was discharged as over age. Paul says it never tired him to ride a horse and as a young man, he was never afraid of any horse. He rode and worked horses before the automobile and tractor became popular. ... "I've been trowed" said Paul, "I've had my foot caught in the stirrup and been drug -- my foot came loose or I wouldn't be here today. I've had run-a-ways, several of them -- sometimes they got clear away, sometimes they didn't get away but I was never afraid of any horse -- little or big." Paul admits that tht was some time ago -- he gave his spurs to the wyoming State Archives last winter -- he doesn't plan to use them any more.