Again, this is taken from the book _Archeological Investigations_, published by the Smithsonian Institute in 1922. We're moving to Barren County caves this week: PAYNE CAVE. This is better known today as Saltpeter Cave near Temple Hill, 9 miles SE of Glasgow..It is located in a bluff above Skaggs Creek. There are 3 entrances about 100 ft apart. Each entrance is broken into 3-4 columns, the entrances are not large. BEN SMITH'S CAVE: Hunters discovered this cave while looking for a fox den. It's tunnel shaped, not more than 6 feet high or wide, not suitable for habitation. This is located 1 1/2 mile south of Temple Hill. FORD'S CAVE: Located between Freedom and Mount Hermon & about 14 miles southeast of Glasgow. The original entrance was about 8 feet high and 20 ft. wide and 60 ft. long. The floor, earthen and level - large enough for people to move around. That entrance is now closed artificially by earth and stone except for 4 ft square where a door is hung. Older men claim they can remember when the floor was 20 feet lower than at present but seems to be an impossibility as this would be lower than the bed of Mill Creek which runs in front of the cave. The same men said there was saltpetre mining there. There is a spring just inside the entrance. This would have been an excellent residence for aboriginal people. THE ESMITH CAVES: These are 2 caves on Peters Creek near the Dry Fork post office, 14 miles southeast of Glasgow and would not have been well suited for shelter. The smallest one is not more than a foot high from floor to roof and fills with flood water after every heavy rain. The larger cave is above flood line but the entrance is about 2 feet high. If the floor was cleared off 4 feet deep it would be covered with water. BONE CAVE: Five miles east of Glasgow where human bones were found. At the time of the book's writing, no further information was known. The cave is on a hillside and entered by going through a narrow crevice using a ladder. There was a mound of rocks and trash and from there the ground goes continuously downward into darkness. The writer says that if human bones were found here he thinks they were thrown in or someone fell and was unable to escape. SLICK ROCK CAVE: Near the post office of Slick Rock, 7 miles east of Glasgow. A narrow crevice marks the entrance at the brow of a low hill. Descent is steep and rugged - and dark. LOVE'S CAVE: On Dr. Love's farm, 3 miles north of Slick Rock. Now used (in 1922) for storing apples and potatoes. The entrance is a large sink hole formed by the falling in of the roof which was at least 50 feet wide. Debris has block the cave in one direction. Descent is steep; floor is wet and muddy the entire year. Now - I have a question for the readers who are from Barren Co. Where was the Potato Cave that Franklin Gorin spoke of in Times of Long Ago? Next week - Monroe Co. - the last of the counties I'll cover. Sandi -- Colonel Sandi Gorin Website: http://www.gensoup.org/gorin/index.html --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Special note: I am test driving a different e-mail program and might not have all the "bugs" out yet. Please bear with me if print size is too big, too small; columns too wide or anything! SPILLMAN: J W - WW II James - RW John R - MIL John W - MIL Rhea - WW I Robert L - WW II T W - CW Willard - WW II SPITALE, Sam A - WW II SPIVEY, Walter (B), WW I SPOON, Robert E - MIL SPOTSWOOD, Alexander - RW. There is a ? on him. SPRADLING, John - WW II SQUIRES, Joe Dan - WW I STALCUP, Aaron - MIL STANLEY, George R - SP AM STAPLES: Charles S - WW II Charles V "Luke" - KOR and VIET Jacob - MIL John - MIL Marshall M - WW II Mose - MIL STARK, Charles T W M - SP AM STARR: Andrew J - CW Eddie R - WW I George W - CW Robert Lee - WW II ST CHARLES, Frank - WW II STEEN: Albert Stanley - WW II George Samuel Sr - WW II Isaac N - CW James Asa - WW I James B - WW I Parish Jr - WW I Rapha P - WW I William Henry - WW I STEENBERGEN: Charlie - WW I Dewey Jr - WW II & KOR H G - MIL John - WW I John L - MIL Noah - WW I W H - MIL William M - CW To be continued - Sandi -- Colonel Sandi Gorin Website: http://www.gensoup.org/gorin/index.html --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

The Cave was discovered in 1802, but was little explored till 1812, when it was resorted to for saltpetre. There is, however, no sulphur or volcanic specimen. For many years the traveller (being stopped by the Bottomless Pit!) could only advance three miles. Across this pit a ladder was finally thrown, and Stephen himself fearlessly explored the remaining six miles. Speak of discovering new countries, but to find them beneath the earth! Large bones of men and animals were dug out by the miners in looking for saltpetre. These gave the name to the Cave; but having been all re-buried they cannot now be found. A dog can never be persuaded to enter the Cave any distance, but soon runs howlilng back. Stephen's two companions in many an expedition, a brace of noble pointers, will never follow him beneath the ground, no matter what persuasion or caresses he may use. There are several rivers; I recollect only the names of three: Styx, Lethe and Echo. The fish and crawfish in them are white and perfectly eyeless. The crickets in the Cave however have eyes, and appear much pleased to see our lights. The streams appear to be connected with Green River, for several eyeless fish have been caught in the latter, after a great wise of water in the Cave. Generally the rivers are perfectly placid and still, mostly about twenty feet deep, but when the water rises, as it does after a heavy rain, the guide says they run with terrible swiftness. The water is cold and has a greenish appearance. I was not quite sure, but thought it slightly impregnated with phosphorus. The average height of the ceiling is thirty feet in the avenues, but some of the rooms are fifty, sixty and even seventy feet high, and still more broad. There is little or no feeling of danger; every thing is so roomy, and looks so strong, that one does not dream of fear. The walking is very rough for the ladies, but the air is bracing, and the weaker sex have endured the dangers and fatigues as often and as bravely as the stronger. But remember, ladies, if you go in parties, that the Cave is so dark that one cannot see well what the others do, and the gentlemen necessarily show uncommon gallantry. To the wealthy I say, visit the Mammoth Cave before you waste your strength in the follies of Europe, and perhaps its grandeur will excite in your mind a thirst for a greater existence than that of a petit-maitre at Paris. To the poor I say, go to sleep over this my narrative and dream yourselves far away, floating down the Echo River, or poetizing in the Star Chamber, and you will wake a refreshed if not a wiser man. There are but two freaks of nature in this our beloved America, that should be visited in the same year, or mentioned in the same breath: The Niagara Falls and the "Mammoth Cave." Thus ends the story of a New York "city slicker" who at first rather turned up his nose at our beautiful Kentucky lands. From a bumpy stagecoach ride on a rainy day to the adventures in Mammoth Cave - he seems to have changed a lot. He gained a sense of wonder at what he saw and a great respect for his guide, Stephen. We learned that Stephen had a great sense of humor and a deep knowledge of the cave. I learned that he had two dogs, pointers; I had never seen this mentioned before. I hope this series have whet an appetite in some of you to come visit Mammoth Cave. Words cannot describe its beauty and, unlike 1849, the paths are well lit, the trails well marked and the visitor is quite safe. If you'd like to see some pictures of the cave you can check out various web sites including: http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=Mammoth+Cave&qpvt=Mammoth+Cave&FORM=IGRE (hundreds of photos old and new or http://www.nps.gov/maca/index.htm Thank you for letting me wander from pure genealogy for a tad and I hope you enjoyed the break! Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

219 The Dale O'Banion Cemetery is also known as the Whitehurst Cemetery. Located on Lonoke Road (referred to as the Woodsonville-Uno Road). Only a couple of stones remain in this plowed field, and they are laying on the ground. Judy Lawler -----Original Message----- From: south-central-kentucky-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:south-central-kentucky-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Sandi Gorin Sent: Thursday, May 29, 2014 7:54 AM To: SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY@rootsweb.com Subject: [SCKY] HART CO CEMETERY LOCATIONS CONTINUED - MORRIS THROUGH OWENS 201 - (CAPTAIN) MORRIS CEMETERY: On the farm of Harry Stinson between Munfordville & Hardyville. On the Canmer Hwy just after leaving Woodsonville - Hardyville Hwy 88. 202 - MOSS CEMETERY: On the old Moss farm, about 2 miles from the Munfordville-Hammonsville Hwy; about 6 miles N of Munfordville; about 4 miles SE of Bonnieville. 203 - (ELIJAH) MOSS CEMETERY: 2 miles W of Hardyville on KY Hwy 88. 204 - (W C) MOSS CEMETERY: On the farm of William David Wilson, 1 mile W of Dividing Ridge, KY. 205 - MOUSER CEMETERY: N of the hwy leading up the hill; a short distance W of the Knoxes Creek Church. 206 - MT BEULAH METHODIST CHURCH CEMETERY: After crossing the RR in Munfordville on W Hwy 88, go 3.2 miles to the church; cemetery is behind the church. 207 - MT GILBO CEMETERY, 2nd SITE: Per Judge Cann's old records: "This stood about 1 1/2 miles NW of Pike View and near the Lauren Run, on a high point about 1200 feet S of the home of Lemon Close & about the same distance SW of the old school house. The church was later moved to Niegerdio. 208 - MT PISGAH CEMETERY: on the Bonnieville & Hammonsville Hwy abt midwway between the two points. 209 - MT OLIVET BAPTIST CEMETERY: On Hwy 88 abt 3/4 of a mile W of Munfordville. 210 - MT ZION CHURCH CEMETERY: A community cemetery behind the church on the Aetna Furnace Rd in Magnolia, KY. 211 - (OLD RICHARD) MUNFORD CEMETERY: Per Judge Cann, within the city limits of Munfodrdville at the rear of the Hubbard home. 212 - MUNFORDVILLE CEMETERY: City cemetery where 239 Union soldiers were buried in Sections A & B. 213 - MUNFORDVILLE CHURCH OF GOD CEMETERY: On Hwy 88, about 1 mile E of 31W. 214 - (BUCK) MURRAY FARM CEMETERY: On the Munfordville-Linwood Hwy, about 1/2 mile E of the old Glen Lily School House site. 215 - (GERTRUDE) MURRAY CEMETERY: Only one readable stone - no location given. 216 - NEW HOPE MISSIONARY BAPTIST CEMETERY: 1 mile N of Eudora, KY. 217 - NICHOLS CEMETERY: On the W side of the RR, about 2 1/2 miles S of Rowletts, just off the old Munfordville and Glasgow Road. 218 - NORTHTOWN BAPTIST CHURCH CEMETERY: In Northtown on Hwy 218. 219 - (DALE) O'BANION CEMETERY: A small family plot on this farm on the Woodsonville-Uno Hwy; about 1 mile S of Lonoke Baptist Church & abt 30--400 yards S of a road leaving over the knob to Hwy 31W. 220 - OLD CEMETERY: Not named by Judge Cann, Three Springs, KY. OLD SOLDIERS - See Leitchfield Crossing. 221 - OWEN CEMETERY: On Buck Murray farm on the Munfordville-Linwood Hwy, about 1 mile E of the old Gen. Lily School House. 222 -(OLD) OWENS CEMETERY: Off hwy between 31E and Horse Cave. From 31E turn left at the 3rd driveway at Mr. Lyon's house. Go past his house and barn. Cemetery is in the field to the left of lane, just before getting to the house on the hill. To be continued next week. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

We're continuing with Stephen and the three tourists in the Star Chamber, in 1849: "Shall I act the giant, and throw a rock against the skies? "he said, having caught the allusion from some traveler; and forthwith picking up a stone, he threw it against the roof of the cave. We broke into a hearty laugh, but will were hardly convinced that those were imitation eyes and not the veritable ones of old mother Night. The deception was made more perfect by the formation of the sides of the cave. These shot up near seventy feet perpendicularly, and then stretched suddenly back horizontally, leaving a ledge between them and the roof. The walls were bright yellow, and on their edge seemed to hang the planets of the upper world, while the ceiling was dark, undefined blue; the exact color of the midnight sky. Those stars were the perfection of imitation, and even glimmered precisely like the originals. They were caused by a very simple arrangement: the lights from the lamps were reflected from pieces of polished substances, mica generally, which were bedded in the stone of the ceiling. This phenomenon was to be seen in no apartment except the Star Chamber. I never again want to pass so dark a night, in reality or metaphor, followed by so deceptive a star light. This Star Chamber was the king of wonders, where the least were princes. I shall never forget that scene, and can even now hardly credit that those were not veritable auger-holes in the world's ceiling. The last apartment of interest was Young's Dome; called, I believe, after the name of him who first owned the cave. We thrust our heads through a little hole in the side of the wall, and on the guide's lighting a Bengal-light, saw a huge dome that extended hundreds of feet above, as well as hundreds of feet below us. The window through which he looked was about half-way down the side. The walls, polished by water that was falling ceaselessly, as it no doubt had been for ages, reflected over and over the rays of light, till daylight seemed to have been reached again. Above, the dome dwindled to its apex, scarce visible at that height, while below it spread out a broad even floor. This apartment was more remarkable from its immense height, about three hundred feet, than for any other feature. It had no such startling peculiarities as much that we had seen. We now wended homeward, discussing the origin of the cave; McCarlin asserting that it must have been created by some great uprising of nature, while Stephen thought it had been caverned out by a stream that, wearing its way in time through the rock, had formed those surprising labyrinths. We re-embarked on Echo River, and made the caves again reverberate to our voices, and even to my pistol. Its report was answered, much to our surprise, by a loud scream, that we recognized at once as coming from ladies. The next instant a boat shot around the corner some distance ahead. Rows of lamps were arranged on both its sides, and looked most fairy-like on thus suddenly emerging from those gloomy recesses. The light fell upon the shining dresses of the ladies, and was reflected from their bright eyes. Another boat filled with gentlemen followed, equally illuminated. We received them with a hurrah, and immediately struck up a negro song, the whole party joining us. Some twenty voices bore the notes far into the deepest of those vaults. All had been so dark and silent before, and now all was so gay and brilliant. There were the long rows of lamps, doubled seemingly by reflection from the water, the gaudy dresses glancing in the light, the long, low, flat boat, the black oarsman, seated at the stern and dipping his paddle noiselessly into the wave, the bright eyes glowing in the dim light, and the merry voices routing old Silence, and pealing forth the call to the stern bleak rocks; it was like a scene conjured by magic from those dismal vaults; as though the fairies of the olden time were risen anew, and floating down their hidden sacred stream, were trilling forth their jovial chorus. As our boats passed, we stopped the song to cheer and wave our handkerchiefs. In a moment more, and the lights, the dresses, the faces, the dingy oarsmen, all were gone; the song faded away in the distance, and darkness and silence had again settled down upon us. To be concluded tomorrow. The readers can remind themselves that this report was written in 1849, a mere 165 years ago!!! Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

201 - (CAPTAIN) MORRIS CEMETERY: On the farm of Harry Stinson between Munfordville & Hardyville. On the Canmer Hwy just after leaving Woodsonville - Hardyville Hwy 88. 202 - MOSS CEMETERY: On the old Moss farm, about 2 miles from the Munfordville-Hammonsville Hwy; about 6 miles N of Munfordville; about 4 miles SE of Bonnieville. 203 - (ELIJAH) MOSS CEMETERY: 2 miles W of Hardyville on KY Hwy 88. 204 - (W C) MOSS CEMETERY: On the farm of William David Wilson, 1 mile W of Dividing Ridge, KY. 205 - MOUSER CEMETERY: N of the hwy leading up the hill; a short distance W of the Knoxes Creek Church. 206 - MT BEULAH METHODIST CHURCH CEMETERY: After crossing the RR in Munfordville on W Hwy 88, go 3.2 miles to the church; cemetery is behind the church. 207 - MT GILBO CEMETERY, 2nd SITE: Per Judge Cann's old records: "This stood about 1 1/2 miles NW of Pike View and near the Lauren Run, on a high point about 1200 feet S of the home of Lemon Close & about the same distance SW of the old school house. The church was later moved to Niegerdio. 208 - MT PISGAH CEMETERY: on the Bonnieville & Hammonsville Hwy abt midwway between the two points. 209 - MT OLIVET BAPTIST CEMETERY: On Hwy 88 abt 3/4 of a mile W of Munfordville. 210 - MT ZION CHURCH CEMETERY: A community cemetery behind the church on the Aetna Furnace Rd in Magnolia, KY. 211 - (OLD RICHARD) MUNFORD CEMETERY: Per Judge Cann, within the city limits of Munfodrdville at the rear of the Hubbard home. 212 - MUNFORDVILLE CEMETERY: City cemetery where 239 Union soldiers were buried in Sections A & B. 213 - MUNFORDVILLE CHURCH OF GOD CEMETERY: On Hwy 88, about 1 mile E of 31W. 214 - (BUCK) MURRAY FARM CEMETERY: On the Munfordville-Linwood Hwy, about 1/2 mile E of the old Glen Lily School House site. 215 - (GERTRUDE) MURRAY CEMETERY: Only one readable stone - no location given. 216 - NEW HOPE MISSIONARY BAPTIST CEMETERY: 1 mile N of Eudora, KY. 217 - NICHOLS CEMETERY: On the W side of the RR, about 2 1/2 miles S of Rowletts, just off the old Munfordville and Glasgow Road. 218 - NORTHTOWN BAPTIST CHURCH CEMETERY: In Northtown on Hwy 218. 219 - (DALE) O'BANION CEMETERY: A small family plot on this farm on the Woodsonville-Uno Hwy; about 1 mile S of Lonoke Baptist Church & abt 30--400 yards S of a road leaving over the knob to Hwy 31W. 220 - OLD CEMETERY: Not named by Judge Cann, Three Springs, KY. OLD SOLDIERS - See Leitchfield Crossing. 221 - OWEN CEMETERY: On Buck Murray farm on the Munfordville-Linwood Hwy, about 1 mile E of the old Gen. Lily School House. 222 -(OLD) OWENS CEMETERY: Off hwy between 31E and Horse Cave. From 31E turn left at the 3rd driveway at Mr. Lyon's house. Go past his house and barn. Cemetery is in the field to the left of lane, just before getting to the house on the hill. To be continued next week. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Charles et al - this is good information. On the rare occasions I make it to Bowling Green, I haven't been able to spend any time. I'm only about five hours at most but I wish I could go and stay for a while without running up much in hotel bills. I have family but my closest contact, Thelma Jean Conner Willoughby died in the past year or so. I wish wasn't so crunched for lodging! On Wed, May 28, 2014 at 7:09 PM, Charles <crfinn@twc.com> wrote: > Mary, > > I live in Warren County and I agree with Sandi. I would go to the > courthouse. It's located on 10th Street. It's the old courthouse. We now > have a new one, but the records are at the old one. DO not park in the > bank > parking lot! They will tow your vehicle! As you enter the courthouse, you > will go to the door on the right. Haven't been in there in a while, but > the > records are in the basement. I would also go to the Kentucky Library > located on Kentucky Street. The records are upstairs. They have a special > collections room. I donated my great aunt's autograph album to them > because > my kids didn't want it and would probably destroy it. Wanted it to go > somewhere where it would be saved. > > If you need better directions, let me know and I will try to help. > > Charles > > > -----Original Message----- > From: MADMANSMOM@aol.com > Sent: Wednesday, May 28, 2014 4:04 PM > To: south-central-kentucky@rootsweb.com > Subject: [SCKY] research > > I am searching for Caleb May, Elizabeth and also John R. May. They were > in Warren co in early 1840s. > I am planning a trip to Bowling Green this Summer and want to know where I > can find land records, wills, and anything else that might date back that > far. I am trying to find out the father of Caleb May who was born in > Virginia (his father) probably in the 1760s. Elizabeth (his wife) is on > the > census alone so I believed he died in Warren Co before 1840. John R. (who > I > believe is another son) was in Warren county and was a brick mason. > Delphia > May Williams may have been a daughter. This Caleb May was born in KY > about 1811 and married Louisa Harris in 1839. Not long after that they > moved > to Missouri, where he died about 1893. Any help with this problem would > really be appreciated. There are other Caleb Mays in other KY counties - > Floyd and a few others. The births don't fit. Thanks Mary Lusk > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Mary, I live in Warren County and I agree with Sandi. I would go to the courthouse. It's located on 10th Street. It's the old courthouse. We now have a new one, but the records are at the old one. DO not park in the bank parking lot! They will tow your vehicle! As you enter the courthouse, you will go to the door on the right. Haven't been in there in a while, but the records are in the basement. I would also go to the Kentucky Library located on Kentucky Street. The records are upstairs. They have a special collections room. I donated my great aunt's autograph album to them because my kids didn't want it and would probably destroy it. Wanted it to go somewhere where it would be saved. If you need better directions, let me know and I will try to help. Charles -----Original Message----- From: MADMANSMOM@aol.com Sent: Wednesday, May 28, 2014 4:04 PM To: south-central-kentucky@rootsweb.com Subject: [SCKY] research I am searching for Caleb May, Elizabeth and also John R. May. They were in Warren co in early 1840s. I am planning a trip to Bowling Green this Summer and want to know where I can find land records, wills, and anything else that might date back that far. I am trying to find out the father of Caleb May who was born in Virginia (his father) probably in the 1760s. Elizabeth (his wife) is on the census alone so I believed he died in Warren Co before 1840. John R. (who I believe is another son) was in Warren county and was a brick mason. Delphia May Williams may have been a daughter. This Caleb May was born in KY about 1811 and married Louisa Harris in 1839. Not long after that they moved to Missouri, where he died about 1893. Any help with this problem would really be appreciated. There are other Caleb Mays in other KY counties - Floyd and a few others. The births don't fit. Thanks Mary Lusk ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I am searching for Caleb May, Elizabeth and also John R. May. They were in Warren co in early 1840s. I am planning a trip to Bowling Green this Summer and want to know where I can find land records, wills, and anything else that might date back that far. I am trying to find out the father of Caleb May who was born in Virginia (his father) probably in the 1760s. Elizabeth (his wife) is on the census alone so I believed he died in Warren Co before 1840. John R. (who I believe is another son) was in Warren county and was a brick mason. Delphia May Williams may have been a daughter. This Caleb May was born in KY about 1811 and married Louisa Harris in 1839. Not long after that they moved to Missouri, where he died about 1893. Any help with this problem would really be appreciated. There are other Caleb Mays in other KY counties - Floyd and a few others. The births don't fit. Thanks Mary Lusk

In a message dated 5/28/2014 3:16:03 A.M. Central Daylight Time, south-central-kentucky-request@rootsweb.com writes: Today's Topics: 1. BARREN CO - MILITARY HALL OF FAME -- SMITH CONCLUSION THROUGH SPENCER (Sandi Gorin) 2. MAMMOTH CAVE - PART 4 (Sandi Gorin) 3. Re: SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY Digest, Vol 9, Issue 104 (MADMANSMOM@aol.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Message: 1 Date: Tue, 27 May 2014 07:58:27 -0500 From: Sandi Gorin <sgorin@glasgow-ky.com> Subject: [SCKY] BARREN CO - MILITARY HALL OF FAME -- SMITH CONCLUSION THROUGH SPENCER To: SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY@rootsweb.com Cc: KYBARREN@rootsweb.com Message-ID: <201405271258.s4RCwQfj032633@mail.rootsweb.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed Again, this list is not complete but all I have been able to locate to date. SMITH: Thomas - CW Valdor - WW I Virgil - WW I Virgil M "Smittyi" - WW II W F - MIL W W - MIL Walter D - WW I Willey - 1812 William B - CW William F - CVW William G - WW II WIlliam Pope - WW I SMOCK, Stonewall J - WW I SMOOT, E L - MIL SNEED: Arthur R - WW II Eother L - KOR Malon A - WW II Porter Lemon - WW II & KOR Riley - WW I SNODDY: Christopher B - CW John B - MIL Vijal? A - MIL William O - WW I SNOWDEN, Fielden - WW II SOHON, John - MIL SORRELS: Samuel - 1812 William - 1812 SOWERS: Carl - KOR Leslie C - WW I William C - WW I SPAN(N): Abert J - WW II Henry Frank - WW I Thomas L - SP AM SPARKS, Thomas J - CW SPEAKMAN, John S - CW SPEAR(S): Beverly H - CW Charlie Mitchell - WW I Thomas - CW SPEER, John F - MIL SPENCER: George M - CW J P - MIL James T - CW John - 1812 John A - MIL John B - MIL John D - SP AM Moses - 1812 Samuel T - CS Tyler B - CW William - CW To be continued next week. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com ------------------------------ Message: 2 Date: Tue, 27 May 2014 08:31:23 -0500 From: Sandi Gorin <sgorin@glasgow-ky.com> Subject: [SCKY] MAMMOTH CAVE - PART 4 To: SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY@rootsweb.com Cc: KYBARREN@rootsweb.com Message-ID: <201405271331.s4RDVNgS026874@mail.rootsweb.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed On seating ourselves for lunch we found our Irish acquaintance still harping on his mother church. With his mouth half-full of unmasticated edibles, and between veritable Galwegian drafts upon the bottle, he poured forth a rapturous eulogium upon the church of the relics and saints; among other matters arousing Stephen's wonder and incredulity, by relating a history of a lady saint who burnt her face with vitriol, because its angelic beauty had proved deleterous to numerous young gentlemen of tender feelings. "By thunder," said Stephen, "I would not burn my face if all the girls in Kentucky were running after me." McCarlin went on to expound the doctrines of his church, and became momentarily more eloquent the more he ate and drank, as though he had not room for ideas and edibles both, and these last pushed the others out. He was only stopped when on Tom's crying, "See those rats!" he held close beside him an enormous specimen of the rat genus. With one bound he leaped from his seat, suddenly breaking the thread of his argument and nearly doing the same by his scull, while Tom half sung, half said: "What eyes! what teeth! what ears! what hair!. Look at his whiskers - what a pair! And oh! my gentle hearers, what a long, thick swingling tail he's got!" At first Tom had thought the rat was double, self and shadow, but, good reader, the light was dim, and the fourth bottle of champagne had been opened. Upon a stone's being sent at him, our visitor made an instantaneous exit. Though the occurrence had to us been totally unexpected, the guide said it was quite common to encounter the cheese-eaters. He told how a year or two before he had served as guide to a party, that, intending to pass the night and the ensuing day in the cave, had armed themselves with a corresponding supply of nature's necessaries. After eating their supper, and carefully packing away the surplus against the morrow, the lay down upon the dry sand and were soon embalmed in sleep. Next morning on awaking (how they told when it was morning did not appear), they found themselves not only minus all of their provisions, but the handsome smoking-cap of one of their number had also disappeared. The rats had appropriated the whole, and no doubt had a grant feast. For what purpose they took the smoking-cap it is hard to discover, as rats are not given to wearing such vanities or indulging in the noxious weed. Perhaps their king's crown, like those of others just then, was wearing out, and he thought it a new one. These animals are immensely large and voracious, apparently living on the crickets and spiders that inhabit the cave. The crickets are also very corpulent, and of a light, almost white color. They do not usually jump like those of the upper world, but have very long legs, and walk sedately about. We gained this information by the time our dinner was finished. Sundry toasts were then drunk, several songs sung, and our lamps being re-filled with oil, for Stephen was no foolish virgin to be caught in the middle of that cave, without extra oil, we recommenced our journey. Although our path lay over rough rocks, the air at sixty degrees of Fahrenheit, the thermometer never varying in summer or winter more than one degree, was so bracing that we did not feel fatigue, and were in high spirits from the wondrous beauty of all around us. On ascending a crazy ladder through a narrow hole scarce large enough to admit one's body, the guide told us to look up. Above our heads hung great clusters of what appeared to be the most luscious grapes. The giant vine, from far beyond where the eye could reach, hung down in its enchanting festoons. It clung gracefully to the side of the stern rock, and falling off, swept to our very feet. There lay the fruit, in form perfect, before our eyes, half modestly hidden between the leaves. I had fairly to feel them before I could assure myself that it was but the cold stone that had thus fancifully formed itself after the model of one of earth's sweetest productions. It was a painful deception; at that moment there was scarcely a fruit which I moe ardently desired, so strongly had the remembrance of its juicy delicacy been aroused. I feasted my eyes at least upon grape, examining the bunches wehre they were scarcely visible far above, or where they were picturesquely grouped close beside me. It was a tempting sight; in trust, asking for food and receiving a stone. After dragging myself away from this semblance of a feast, I entered what is called the Snow-ball Cave. Stephen illumined it with a Bengal-light. The gypsum had formed over the ceiling in irregular bunches that were a close imitation of old hoary Winter's handiwork. It was a winter scene by moonlight. There lay the hard frozen ground, stretched out uneven and rough, here and there spotted with snow that seemed too cold even to make the urchin's snowball, while the pale coloring from the Bengal light seemed as though shed by the round, full-orbed, silver moon. All looked like one of the coldest nights in January, when the wind is even too tightly bound in the fetters of frost to more than now and then roll over a stray dry leaf. 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Mary, I don't live in Warren Co but can help you somewhat. The County Clerk's office has the wills and maybe the marriages; ? on the latter as I know they sent a lot of their records to the KY Department of Libraries and Archives in Frankfort, KY. All the courthouses were running out of room. They're safe there but it's a LONG drive. Where you need to go dearly! The KY Library (also called Helms Library). This is not the public library (tho they have some information). This is the library that is on the 2nd floor of the Kentucky Museum, close to the campus of Western KY University. They are absolutely marvelous and have so much information. They have tons of microfilm but book after book after book. They buy quite a few of my books on Barren Co too. They have a separate area to called Manuscripts which has thousands of boxes full of original letters, church records, etc. You won't be sorry if you stop there!! Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Charlie, thank you for doing this. we have the illinois tombstone project and it is wonderful. i noticed that you don't have edmonson county on your list yet. will be happy to send photos of barren county and edmonson county graves. do i need to wait until the county or specific cemetery is set up? for ex. the cave city cemetery in barren county? thank you. Cindy Hall cindyhal@illinois.edu Here Today, Gone to Maui ________________________________________ From: south-central-kentucky-bounces@rootsweb.com [south-central-kentucky-bounces@rootsweb.com] on behalf of Charlie [charlie.vines@gmail.com] Sent: Wednesday, May 28, 2014 4:48 AM To: south-central-kentucky@rootsweb.com Subject: [SCKY] New Kentucky Cemetery Project Good Morning Everyone, I would like to take a moment to introduce the group to a new cemetery project for Kentucky. It is the Kentucky Gravestones Project and its website is kentuckygravestones.org. I am the state coordinate as well as county coordinator for most of the counties. I invite everyone to stop by for a visit and please consider donating any tombstones for Kentucky that you have. Blessings, Charlie --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Likewise Charlie - I have dozens of photos of grave markers in Kentucky, but noticed there was not a county listed yet for them - Monroe County in particular. Can I submit photos and info before you set up counties that are not listed. Thanks, Mike Michael N. Arterburn E-mail Address: ar2burntree@aol.com Web Site: _www.arterburntree.com_ (http://www.arterburntree.com/) In a message dated 5/28/2014 8:48:17 A.M. Pacific Daylight Time, cindyhal@illinois.edu writes: Charlie, thank you for doing this. we have the illinois tombstone project and it is wonderful. i noticed that you don't have edmonson county on your list yet. will be happy to send photos of barren county and edmonson county graves. do i need to wait until the county or specific cemetery is set up? for ex. the cave city cemetery in barren county? thank you. Cindy Hall cindyhal@illinois.edu Here Today, Gone to Maui ________________________________________ From: south-central-kentucky-bounces@rootsweb.com [south-central-kentucky-bounces@rootsweb.com] on behalf of Charlie [charlie.vines@gmail.com] Sent: Wednesday, May 28, 2014 4:48 AM To: south-central-kentucky@rootsweb.com Subject: [SCKY] New Kentucky Cemetery Project Good Morning Everyone, I would like to take a moment to introduce the group to a new cemetery project for Kentucky. It is the Kentucky Gravestones Project and its website is kentuckygravestones.org. I am the state coordinate as well as county coordinator for most of the counties. I invite everyone to stop by for a visit and please consider donating any tombstones for Kentucky that you have. Blessings, Charlie --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to SOUTH-CENTRAL-KENTUCKY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

In case you're not aware, we already have a marvelous website with MANY photographs of Barren, Hart & other counties in the area maintained by Ray Green of this list. If you haven't checked it out, please do! I want to commend Ray for many years of dedicated service to this area and for all the people who have submitted cemetery photos to him. The link is: http://www.so-ky.com/ Ray also has Bible records, death certificates, marriage records and much more. The cemeteries shown include Edmonson County, Adair and other counties besides Barren. Check it out! Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

We left our cave travelers in the Snowball Room - The recollections of merry youth were renewed by the sight; and I dare say each of us compared the scene before him to some well-remembered spot, where his boyhood had laughed away the merry hours. My mind wandered back to the old farm-house and the great denuded trees before the gate, the rough, almost bare ground, and the forest stripped of its gorgeous summer dress, and exposed uncovered to the wintry storm. I thought of a narrow foot-path and a full, round, stupid moon, and the tracks of dear [sic], delicate little feet, and the glance of a pair of bright eyes that shone with warmth and ardor enough to be a good example for cold, prudish Diana. The Bengal-light slowly faded and faded, then went out, and with it our dreams -- extinguished as lightly as many had been before. Silence was broken; one song to old Winter rang out, and we left the Snowball room, its freezing fancies and recollections of hopes long ago chilled and dead, for something more ardent. Having courageously crossed the Rocky Mountains, without slipping from any of their precipices or falling into any of their caverns, we entered Serena's Arbor. This is the terminus of the cave, nine miles under ground. The Arbor, or "Harbor," as some Englishmen who painted and were exhibiting a map of the cave, called it, is a little circular room, of some twenty feet across and thirty high. It is hung round with drapery of yellow stone, falling in graceful folds. It reminds one much of the descriptions of the mermaids' sub-marine palaces. Perhaps it was the council-chamber of the fays of those underground rivers; for surely there must have been guardians to these streams, as well as to those of the mountains. A rivulet murmurs below, just heard, over its rocky bed; in one corner there is a spring, diamond clear, and in all features is this apartment just fitted for the meetings of little deities, convened to enjoy their sports, pass their rules, or inflict punishment for broken laws. How easy to imagine the watchman cricket ticking twelve, and the gaily-dressed, smiling fairies marching merrily in, only waiting for the prettiest of the band, the queen of Beauty and Love, to take her seat in that niche on either side of which the stone curtain falls so elegantly and gracefully. Then to hear the tiny orators argue their causes and discuss the affairs of their tribe; to listen to the mild, just decrees of the virgin queen; and after business is performed, to look on the merry dance in the charmed ring, or be enchanted by fairy song or fairy minstrelay! When these little rules of the world existed, they must surely have met here, deep in tthe bosom of the earth, in the senate chamber of a world within a world. We now turned back; but branching off into another passage, visited a different portion of the cave. After we had walked for some time, the guide told us to go on alone, while he would wait behind, and to blow out our lights, in order to see how intense the darkness was. We did as directed; and having walked several hundred yards, seated ourselves upon the rocks and extinguished our lamps. My dear reader, are you blind? (an Irish expression, by the way;) for if you are not, you cannot conceive of darkness. Enclose yourself in the darkest room, and you will still have a glimmer of light, an indefinite idea of distinction between the white wall and the dark furniture; wander in the deepest forest at midnight, when clouds enshroud the sky and shut out the stars of heaven, where the leaves and boughs overhead are interwoven in their closet folds; in spite of all, some few erratic beams, a sort of haziness of light, will remain; some suspicion of neighboring objects will exist. Here were we, with our eyes open and nervously strained to their utmost, and yet naught was distinguishable; no indication of the nearest object; white and black were, as some philosophers prove, all the same. How little could I ever before conceive of blindness! Oh! the oppressive, stunning weight! the feeling of unknown, unavoidable, invisible danger! - utter inability to defend one's-self, entire subjection to those who possess this invaluable gift! All recollection of the course we had come was instantly lost; no idea of any thing whatever around us could be retained. If left to find our way out alone, with a light, I should not, even in those endless labyrinths, despair; but without it, in darkness that could be fairly felt, I would rather surrender hope and peaceably lie down than endure the horrors of the attempt at escape. Our feelings were getting somewhat unpleasantly excited, and our conversation, for some time forced, had dwindled away to silence, ere Stephen appeared. The light displayed three pale countenances and three pairs of eyes that had rather more than a natural brilliancy; and yet, in daylight danger there could perhaps scarcely be found three more reckless fellows. Stephen laughed when he saw us stretched along the rocks, and withal so doleful, and walking to one side, covered his lamp in a measure with his cap, and told us to look above us. We did so, and what was our astonishment on seeing the stars shining brightly in the dark heavens! Each rubbed his eyes and looked again. There they were, winking and glimmering, now seen, now gone, so merry and sparkling that they seemed fairly to laugh at us for our folly in not perceiving them before. Old Argus-eyed Night was looking down as calmly and sleepily upon us as ever. I immediately began searching for the North-star, to ascertain the points of the compass; but by some strange accident was not to be found: neither did I recognize any of the groups, and essayed in vain to define any even of the figures with which I was best acquainted. "Very singular!" I muttered, rubbing my eyes again; "where can we be?" I called upom Tom for an explanation, but he was equally perplexed. We were utterly at a loss till the guide's laugh told us there was something wrong. To be continued tomorrow. We are nearing the end of their journey but there are more adventures to go. 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Warren County didn't have as many known caves in 1922. See previous posts on source. CRUMP'S CAVE: A mile north of Smiths Grove, is a large sink home, from one side of which extends a cave nearly a mile long. There is abundant room and a good light near the front, and it is reported that quantities of ashes were formerly to be seen on the earth a short distance in. A considerable outside area drains into the cave and the floor at the present time is everywhere so wet as to be quite muddy.The amount of flood water running into the cave is indicated by a gully 4 feet deep and the same in width while trash and driftwood litter the floor from wall to wall for more than a hundred yards. THOMAS CAVE: A mile north of Bowling Green. Roof has fallen in and forms a high mound of rocky debris, down which a path winds on each side giving access toward either end of the cave. Thought to never have been occupied. (by the Native Americans). MILL CAVE: Three miles south of Bowling Green a stream emerges from the foot of a slope, flows a hundred yards through a canyon-like channel, and disappears under a cliff. The open end is large and forms an excellent shelter for cattle. On either side of the stream, under the cliff, is a shelf or projecting ledge, covered with loose stones. Neither is 2 feet higher than the water level in wet season. A lot has changed over the years hasn't it? if you have more information on any of these caves (from any county we're covering) please post to the list! Next week we'll look at Barren Co and there are some I've never heard of! Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Good Morning Everyone, I would like to take a moment to introduce the group to a new cemetery project for Kentucky. It is the Kentucky Gravestones Project and its website is kentuckygravestones.org. I am the state coordinate as well as county coordinator for most of the counties. I invite everyone to stop by for a visit and please consider donating any tombstones for Kentucky that you have. Blessings, Charlie --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

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On seating ourselves for lunch we found our Irish acquaintance still harping on his mother church. With his mouth half-full of unmasticated edibles, and between veritable Galwegian drafts upon the bottle, he poured forth a rapturous eulogium upon the church of the relics and saints; among other matters arousing Stephen's wonder and incredulity, by relating a history of a lady saint who burnt her face with vitriol, because its angelic beauty had proved deleterous to numerous young gentlemen of tender feelings. "By thunder," said Stephen, "I would not burn my face if all the girls in Kentucky were running after me." McCarlin went on to expound the doctrines of his church, and became momentarily more eloquent the more he ate and drank, as though he had not room for ideas and edibles both, and these last pushed the others out. He was only stopped when on Tom's crying, "See those rats!" he held close beside him an enormous specimen of the rat genus. With one bound he leaped from his seat, suddenly breaking the thread of his argument and nearly doing the same by his scull, while Tom half sung, half said: "What eyes! what teeth! what ears! what hair!. Look at his whiskers - what a pair! And oh! my gentle hearers, what a long, thick swingling tail he's got!" At first Tom had thought the rat was double, self and shadow, but, good reader, the light was dim, and the fourth bottle of champagne had been opened. Upon a stone's being sent at him, our visitor made an instantaneous exit. Though the occurrence had to us been totally unexpected, the guide said it was quite common to encounter the cheese-eaters. He told how a year or two before he had served as guide to a party, that, intending to pass the night and the ensuing day in the cave, had armed themselves with a corresponding supply of nature's necessaries. After eating their supper, and carefully packing away the surplus against the morrow, the lay down upon the dry sand and were soon embalmed in sleep. Next morning on awaking (how they told when it was morning did not appear), they found themselves not only minus all of their provisions, but the handsome smoking-cap of one of their number had also disappeared. The rats had appropriated the whole, and no doubt had a grant feast. For what purpose they took the smoking-cap it is hard to discover, as rats are not given to wearing such vanities or indulging in the noxious weed. Perhaps their king's crown, like those of others just then, was wearing out, and he thought it a new one. These animals are immensely large and voracious, apparently living on the crickets and spiders that inhabit the cave. The crickets are also very corpulent, and of a light, almost white color. They do not usually jump like those of the upper world, but have very long legs, and walk sedately about. We gained this information by the time our dinner was finished. Sundry toasts were then drunk, several songs sung, and our lamps being re-filled with oil, for Stephen was no foolish virgin to be caught in the middle of that cave, without extra oil, we recommenced our journey. Although our path lay over rough rocks, the air at sixty degrees of Fahrenheit, the thermometer never varying in summer or winter more than one degree, was so bracing that we did not feel fatigue, and were in high spirits from the wondrous beauty of all around us. On ascending a crazy ladder through a narrow hole scarce large enough to admit one's body, the guide told us to look up. Above our heads hung great clusters of what appeared to be the most luscious grapes. The giant vine, from far beyond where the eye could reach, hung down in its enchanting festoons. It clung gracefully to the side of the stern rock, and falling off, swept to our very feet. There lay the fruit, in form perfect, before our eyes, half modestly hidden between the leaves. I had fairly to feel them before I could assure myself that it was but the cold stone that had thus fancifully formed itself after the model of one of earth's sweetest productions. It was a painful deception; at that moment there was scarcely a fruit which I moe ardently desired, so strongly had the remembrance of its juicy delicacy been aroused. I feasted my eyes at least upon grape, examining the bunches wehre they were scarcely visible far above, or where they were picturesquely grouped close beside me. It was a tempting sight; in trust, asking for food and receiving a stone. After dragging myself away from this semblance of a feast, I entered what is called the Snow-ball Cave. Stephen illumined it with a Bengal-light. The gypsum had formed over the ceiling in irregular bunches that were a close imitation of old hoary Winter's handiwork. It was a winter scene by moonlight. There lay the hard frozen ground, stretched out uneven and rough, here and there spotted with snow that seemed too cold even to make the urchin's snowball, while the pale coloring from the Bengal light seemed as though shed by the round, full-orbed, silver moon. All looked like one of the coldest nights in January, when the wind is even too tightly bound in the fetters of frost to more than now and then roll over a stray dry leaf. Everything seemed still, but fairly colder from the stillness; frozen into a motionless torpidity. There was needed but the white scraggy limbs of the naked oak, dried and sapless, perhaps thinly covered with snow, to make the representation perfect. To be continued tomorrow. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Again, this list is not complete but all I have been able to locate to date. SMITH: Thomas - CW Valdor - WW I Virgil - WW I Virgil M "Smittyi" - WW II W F - MIL W W - MIL Walter D - WW I Willey - 1812 William B - CW William F - CVW William G - WW II WIlliam Pope - WW I SMOCK, Stonewall J - WW I SMOOT, E L - MIL SNEED: Arthur R - WW II Eother L - KOR Malon A - WW II Porter Lemon - WW II & KOR Riley - WW I SNODDY: Christopher B - CW John B - MIL Vijal? A - MIL William O - WW I SNOWDEN, Fielden - WW II SOHON, John - MIL SORRELS: Samuel - 1812 William - 1812 SOWERS: Carl - KOR Leslie C - WW I William C - WW I SPAN(N): Abert J - WW II Henry Frank - WW I Thomas L - SP AM SPARKS, Thomas J - CW SPEAKMAN, John S - CW SPEAR(S): Beverly H - CW Charlie Mitchell - WW I Thomas - CW SPEER, John F - MIL SPENCER: George M - CW J P - MIL James T - CW John - 1812 John A - MIL John B - MIL John D - SP AM Moses - 1812 Samuel T - CS Tyler B - CW William - CW To be continued next week. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com