Now reader, we are among the beautiful formation of Cleaveland's [suc] Cabinet. Above the rivers the rough stone is bare of ornament, and stands grim and stern, but now we begin to find those fanciful specimens of gypsum, that the fairies, appearing to take under their particular supervision, carve into the most enchanting forms. Exquisitely perfect rosettes covered the walls, while fantastic formations were scattered wildly about, some still pendant, but many broken off and piled upon the ground. Our Irish friend went into ectasises, and long before we came to any of the more beautiful specimens, had collected huge masses of crystal gypsum, much to Stephen's amusement, who advised him to carry a piece of about two feet square, which, as it weighed near forty pounds, the poor man could scarcely lift. "Now," said Stephen, "lay all your beautiful collections carefully away upon this stone, and when you come back you will not touch one of them." McCarlin, while doing so, said he did not believe he cold find any thing prettier, in which opinion we half coincided. On our return, however, he cold hardly be convinced they were really the specimens he had a few h ours previous so extravagantly admire. As we advanced, our delight and surprise increased. We were in a castle of the Fairies. Those delicate flowers, whiter than snow; those harlequin shapes; those miniature turrets and domes and trees and spiries; those virgin rings of purest alabaster; all supported by a back-ground of huge grim rock. The ice palace of Russia was surpassed. It was against the law to break off any thing, though we might pick kup as much as we liked. Tom and I selected several pretty rosettes, while McCarlin wandered around, admiring those on the ceiling, and begging Stephen to let him have "only that rosette." Till the guide, at least out of humor by his companion, pointed to a beautiful one on the ceiling ten feet above our heads, and said he might take that. It was a beauty, so perfectly symmetrical and delicate with its long petal projecting from the cener. The Irishman as half deranged with delight. "What shall I cut if off with?" "I don't know; with your knife, perhaps." "Yes, of course; here is my knife. But how am I to reach it?" "This is your own affair. Had you not better roll that stone under it? pointing to a rock that weighed about two tons. McCarlin had only to look toward the stone to see he had been most emphatically "sold." To restore him to good humor, the guide offered to sell a specimen, that he had long kept, waiting for some such liberal person. He drew a huge common-place piece of gypsum from under a rock, saying: "There, that is a beauty. Is it not, Sir? appealing to Tom. Tom saw the way the current set, and remembering some hard words about Protestantism, eagerly rejoined. "Perfect; it is worth a fortune; so pure, so transparent." "How much? demanded the Irishman of Stephen. "Well, as my master told me to let you have some good specimens, you shall hae it for ten dollars." "Ten dollars!" That is outrageous. I will not pay so much." "Much? - it's dog cheap. But if you are are satisfied I will add another beauty that I have secreted over there." And diving round the rock, I heard him hunting among some old pieces of gypsum from whence he soon returned with one that I recognized as once as having been rejected scornfully by McCarlin some minutes before, when the guide had kindly picked it up and gratuitously offered it to him. Tom praised this one in still more extravagant terms, so that at length McCarlin submitting to imposition the second, paid the ten dollars. Words fail me to describe these gypsum formations. Go to your garden, cull the prettiest flowers, make them into a bouquet, and imagine them ten times handsomer and more delicate, then conceive the whole transformed into the whitest marble, and you will have some idea of what lay around us. The merry figures that Jack Frost paints upon our windows in the cold December nights are here converted into tangible permanent reality; while every beast, bird, bush and production of nature here finds a miniature copy of itself. There are elephants, tigers and camels, doves and hawks, trees of all varieties, and bushes and plants, sprouting from the bare surface of the rock, and nourished by silence and darkness. It reminded one much of the foam of a sea petrified. After leaving Cleaveland's Cabinet, the air became damper, and the walls were covered with moisture. We heard invisible streams of water tinkling along their hidden course. McCarlin walked up to his knees into a beautiful little pool of clear water, called Lake Purity. The water of all these ponds and rivulets is extremely transparent, and in the dim torch-light scarcely visible. I trode into one while admiring he scenery, and McCarlin measured the depth of half-a-dozen. Stephen kindly requested him to step out of Lake Purity, as we were to eat our dinner on its shore, and slake our thirst from its crystal wave. To be continued with their lunch time. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

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I have received many e-mails re this series so while I am doing nothing else, I'm going to type up another section of the article. See part 1 for credits. Tom was unfortunate enough to remark that the cave would have been such an elegant monastery; and said that the lives of those who had buried themselves here were about as useful as the lives of the monks. McCarlin, being an Irishman and a Catholic, was in a state of internal combustion immediately; fire flashed from his eyes; and turning to my friend, he commenced a discourse upon theology, that, although smothered for the moment by a gracious reply, burst forth at times afterward throughout our whole journey. We next beheld the Giant's Coffin, and admired the image upon the ceiling of an Ant-eater, which was denominated by courtesy a panther. Having made our way through the Valley of Humility, a low, narrow passage, that would scarcely admit one of our bloated Wall-street spiders, (it is the fashion to abuse the rich,) we sat down in an ampitheatre [sic] beyond, and refreshed ourselves from a littl runnel that meandered over the solid stone floor. It would be impossible to describe everything in this cabinet of the world's wonders; so I shall beg my readers to consider us as having passed the mouth of Purgatory, which gave rise to another fierce attack upon Protestantism, and as now fairly launched upon Echo River. The silence of eternal solitude reigned over all; the deep waters flowed sluggishly beneath our batteau, and far into the air shot the bold precipitous cliffs of the shore. It reminded one of floating at midnight, through the midst of Indian enemies, down one of the wild rivers of the Far West. Above us hung the pall of darkness, unbroken by a star, made more visible by the faint glimmer of our lamps; beneath lay the water, equally dark, unless when casually a ripple reflected a gleam of light. On each side stood a perpendicular wall of stone, upon the high ledge of which the eye readily imagined the dim outlines of trees and grass and flowers. Black clouds seemed to have wrapped all in their embrace, and nature was hushed as when a storm is brewing. There was a feeling of undefined danger and oppression, and heavy melancholy; until the mind easily converted the fantastic, scarce-seen outlines of jagged rocks into the forms of lurking enemies, or crouching savage animals. No one spoke, until the guide, apparently influenced by the same feelings, poured forth, in his deep rich voice, one of the wild songs of his Indian fathers. The tones rang clear and strong, and were echoed and reechoed back, as if the shades of the mighty dead had taken up the chorus. HIgh would the notes swell, and ring far off into the hidden caverns, and then sink so low as to be scarce heard, while the rushing echo of the first would come rolling back - an answer from another and unseen world. The words spoke of the Indian when he had fallen and wasted before the white man, and struck a melancholy chord in the already excited heart. The final verse was uttered with unusual power, and as the last tones died away, we heard groans and lamentations, as it were wailings from the Spirit Land; sinking feebler and feebler, until the last faint sound had passed away. A pause; and the midnight of silence again settled down. The guide's paddle ceased; the boat rested motionless; quietly I drew a revolver from my pocket and pointing it forward, pulled the trigger. Crash! CRASH! crash! went barrel after barrel, thundering out, and waking a scream from every angle of those vast, awful vaults; every cave sent back the report, scarcely dimished, and the water fairly trembled beneath the stunning sound. A park of artillery in the open air could not have produced half the effect. Forward and back it tore, rolling and thundering, and reverberating from every wall with a terriffic crash! It appeared as though myriads of wild beasts were furiously fighting and yelling, and thousands of savages howling their war-songs. The mad screams of the Roman Amphitheatre, when man and beasts fell slaughtering and slaughtered, were fairly equaled We stood for a few moments awed, until the last rumble had been smothered in the heart of the earth. Then the guide struck up a familiar negro melody of the south, and broke the charm, at once coverting our feelings into those of hysterical mirth. We knew the chorus, and rarely did those subterranean labyrinths ring to a merrier peel poured forth by more powerful voices. The song was just finished as the boat touched the sand of the farther shore, and we had crossed Echo River. As we trudged along, the guide told us many very amusing stories. He was a slave, his mother having been of the African species, and his father an Indian, and was uncommonly smart, having learned to read and write by seeing the gentlemen paint their names with the smoke of the torches on the walls, and then asking how they spelled them. He was conversant with many of the scientific terms for the various formations, and made me rack my brains of their Greek knowledge to answer some of his questions. He asked how the Greek compounds were formed, and readily understood my explanation. He said there had been few accidents in the cave, although the rivers rise suddenly, and frequently shut in travellers, but there is another way of exit through a narrow muddy passage, where one has to crawl in the mire. This pass is properly named Purgatory, as a means of escape from a worse fate. One man had been attacked with fever-and-ague in the cave, but Stephen shouldered and carried him out, a distance of several miles. To be continued - Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

I'm about ready to "shut 'er down" but I just read the most intriguing article about Mammoth Cave. Now I don't know if all of you are enthusiastic about caves as our family is (dating back to the 1830's when Franklin Gorin owned Mammoth Cave). But I think more was written in the past about this cave than most, if not all, of the so called "wonders of the world." I've been writing recently about the cave in this area of the country, but this particular article is really interesting. It is long, so will take several posts. If you dislike caves (or fear them!), you can pitch the posts dealing with this subject. The article is taken from "The Knickerbocker", New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume XXXIII, New York; Published by Samuel Hueston, 139 Nassau-Street in 1849. Yes 1849 ... early in the history of the cave. The story begins on page 301 and will give us a good look at life in that time frame also. Remember this was written by a New York "city slicker!" Obviously, he was not used to or fond of Kentucky! "In 18__ (no matter when) Tom Wilson and I found ourselves shut up in one of the roughest of Kentucky's uncomfortable stages, traveling over one of the worst of Kentucky's miserable roads. The ruts were deep, and the stones were large, while a young tree or two, blown down, and lying across the road, was considered no impediment by our invincible half-alligator driver. The rain was pouring down in torrents, and hid the little prospect there is ever to be seen in this state; generally dense-tangled woods and tall, thick corn; while, as my companion and myself were alone in the stage-coach, having traveled some thousand miles together, we had exhausted most subjects of common interest, the conversation was mostly confined to vehement anathemas upon the road, the stage-coach, the horses, the driver and the weather. Vain were all our efforts to place ourselves in a comfortable posture. At one time we would stretch ourselves at full length upon the seats; then would we sit on the front, then on the back, then on the middle seat; it was all the same; at every lurch we were bounced almost to the roof of the vehicle, and were caught again with a heavy blow on coming down. Imagine yourself, reader, inside a hollow wheel that is moving, and your jolts wold be "tarts and gingerbread" to ours. Oh that weary ride, through that dreary day, over the miry road! - the stoppages only agreeable, because they afforded an opportunity ton inquire how much farther we had to go. The rain kept falling; the coach kept bouncing; the endless woods were as unvaried as ever, the miry road as filled with ruts, through many long hours; but as there is an end to every thing, even a leaden book, the shower began to diminish; the forest to be replaced by cultivated fields, and the road to become more even. Suddenly the horses, pricking up their ears, started off on a brisk trot, and with quite a dash, like the candle's last flicker, carried us up to the hotel at the Mammoth Cave. The black porters sprang forward to open the coach-door, and the two dismal travellers alighted, with most hypocritical smiles upon their countenances. The building where they were to take up their quarters was two stories high, and laid out like the two sides of a square. Its appearance gave full assurance of comfort and pleasure, in neither of which points was it deceptive. The rest of the day now passed pleasantly. My friend and I were thorough barn-burners, and specimens of this race being scarce in the heart of a slave-holding state, we were lionized, and compelled (a pleasing penance) to dances with all the prettiest girls in the house. The waltz was kept going until such an hour as made even Kentucky papas, not a very strict class, show sleepiness, if not anxiety. Dreams perhaps of black eyes and bewitching smiles haunted our sleep that night, for we woke betimes the next day, and were far under ground before most of our fair companions in the dance of the previous evening had raised their soft cheeks from their envied pillows. Stephen, the best guide in the cave, had been engaged to show us the wonders, and was heavily, although not unwillingly, burdened with comestibles and potables innumerable. Mr. McCarlin, an Irish gentleman, had requested to accompany us, making our party thus only three; an extremely convenient number. We paid our entrance-money, and were provided with lamps; unromantic affairs to persons educated with poetic ideas of exploring caves by the brilliantly-reflected light of a flaming torch; poetry in this case having been sacrificed to utility; we then descended into a round hole, much like a dry well. This was about forty feet deep, and into it fell, with a merry splash, a sparkling rivulet of water. Thence on a level road, that for regularity shamed many of those upon the surface of the earth, we marched along under a high archway of stone, and passing the "vats," where twenty years before saltpetre had been manufactured, we stopped at the Houses of the Invalids. These houses, or more correctly shanties, had been built for the benefit of consumptives, who supposed that as the air preserved most wonderfully all other matters, it would also preserve human life. We paused to moralize and listen to the guide's account of the beauty of some of the poor sufferers, whose angelic kindness and unvaried good temper had fairly won his heart. The attempt to bury people in order to preserve them had been unsuccessful. The smoke from their fires forcing them to leave the cave in March, the most variable, and hence the most dangerous month of the year for invalids, a majority of them perished. To be continued. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! 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Good decision Sandi. We all appreciate you so much. On May 23, 2014, at 9:28 AM, Sandi Gorin wrote: Just a note to wish you a wonderful Memorial Day! Let us never forget those who have gone before! I'm going to take Monday off also with no posts. I have nothing planned, no place to go, but I'm going to tear myself from the computer for a long weekend. See you all next Tuesday! 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

Just a note to wish you a wonderful Memorial Day! Let us never forget those who have gone before! I'm going to take Monday off also with no posts. I have nothing planned, no place to go, but I'm going to tear myself from the computer for a long weekend. See you all next Tuesday! Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

NOTE: I have no connection, no further information and am not seeking additional information 12404 BARREN CO – JOSEPH SHERRELL LEECH, M. D. – Leech, Sherrell, Myers, Huggins 12404 A History of Kentucky and Kentuckians. The Leaders and Representative Men in Commerce, Industry and Modern Activities. By E. Polk Johnson, Volume III, Illustrated. The Lewis Publishing Company, Chicago-New York, 1912. JOSEPH SHERRELL LEECH, M. D.. – Holding high prestige among his professional brethren in Barren county is Dr. Joseph Sherrell Leech. Acute in his perceptions, widely read in his profession, and skillful in applying his acquirements to practical use, his value as a physician and surgeon is of the highest character. However, his value to the community has by no means been limited to the profession. He has been identified with the commercial life of the place ina prominent manner, having been for twenty-five years a drug merchant, and for three consecutive terms he served as Mayor of Glasgow, giving a notably excellent administration of the affairs of the city and during his incumbency of the office doing much towards its progress and development. In this prosperous period a telephone system was established; the roads were improved and concrete sidewalks laid; an ordinance prohibiting live stock upon the streets was enacted, and a tree planting campaign brought about. In truth, the administration of Dr. Leech may be characterized as a progressive and highly moral regime. Dr. Leech is a native of Glasgow, his birth have occurred here August 2, 1858. He is a son of John and Charlotte Ann (Sherrell) Leech. The two generations preceding the subject were native Kentuckians, his father being a native of Hart county and his grandfather, Joseph Leech, being likewise indigenous to the soil. The great-grandfather, John Leech, came from South Carolina and located near Munfordville, Hart county, this State. He was a prominent and widely known figure in his day. He was an unusually large man physically and enjoyed great repute as a hunter. The mother of Dr. Leech, a worthy and venerable lady, whose years number eighty-one, still survives and makes her home with her daughter, Mrs. Sallie J.l Myers. Dr. Leech was reared in Glasgow and here received his earlier education. His determination to become a member of the medical profession came into existence as early as the age of seventeen years, for in studying physiology in the home schools, he became so deeply interested in the subject that he decided to delve into it as deeply as possible, and, believing he could do the most good to mankind in a life work in which he was truly interested, he adopted it as his own. He read medicine for two years and when nineteen years of age he entered the University of Louisville; was graduated when he was twenty-one years of age, and began practice in the town whose associations were dearest to him. Dr. Leech is interested in a high degree in medical society work, believing that through this the unification and advancement of the profession will come. He is president of the Barren County Medical Society and a member of the Kentucky State Medical Association and the American Medical Association. Dr. Leech is loyal to the tenets of the Democratic party. He was first elected Mayor in 1893, and, as previously mentioned, twice succeeded himself. In addition to his connection with the drug business in this city for a long period of time he is financially interested in two other leading stores, and has other interests of large scope and importance. He is president of the New Glasgow Planing Mills, and as vice-resident of the Commercial Club has done much to inspire progressive business methods. Dr. Leech was married November 6, 1884, to Miss Elizabeth Eugenia Huggins, daughter of W. E. Huggins, a native of Glasgow. The children born to them are three in number – Brice Reynolds, Jennie Rowlett and Annie Laurie. Mrs. Eugenia Leech died October 9, 1808. Dr. Leech is identified with the best life of Glasgow, and he has been a deacon of the Christian church for twenty years. Since he first inaugurated his practice of medicine here he has been president of the Barren county Board of Health. His is a commanding presence and personality and, like his forbear, he is a powerful man physically. --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Looking for anyone tracing these family lines from Edmonson, Grayson, Oldham Counties and beyond. My father was William Luther Sadler, b Grayson Co KY in 1897.

This information taken from "Archeological Investigations" by Gerald Fowke, Smithsonian Institution, Bureau of American Ethnology, Bulletin 76, 1922. The descriptions shown is what was known that year! I have abstracted as some descriptions are quite lengthy. The study is primarily to see if Native Americans or early settlers could have lived in these caves. Last week we looked at Hart County, this week we will move over to Edmonson County. Of course, the largest cave system is Mammoth Cave which I won't cover here. We'll look as some of the other caves. WHITE'S CAVE: Located about 3/4ths of a mile from Mammoth Cave. The entrance is quite small and near the crest of a ridge. The floor descends abruptly. Only a narrow chamber exists within reach of daylight, and the cave is wet all the time a short distance back. COLOSSAL CAVE: Said to be 4 miles from Mammoth, but truly is only a little more than 2 miles. The present entrance [in 1922] was artificial, the descent to the floor being about 120 feet. The original entrance was a crevice which explorers descended by means of ropes. It is said that another entrance is known to one man, who, however, has to crawl a long distance. SALT CAVE: 4 miles from Mammoth Cave though belonging to the same company. The entrance is at the bottom of a conical sink hole draining about an acre. Not much water runs into the cave from this cause, as the surface slopes outward from the margin except on one side, where a ridge leads to the hills. A spring which comes out near the top of the sink falls over a ledge at the bottom into the entrance to the cave. Exploration is impossible now as the entrance was closed some years ago by throwing in logs, brush, rocks and earth. Does anyone remember why in a few years this came became world-wide news? DIXON'S CAVE: It was thought in 1922 that this cave was connected to Mammoth Cave. Easily entered through a large crevice. Approach to the bottom is down a steep and rugged slope of about 60 feet vertically. No earth is visible within having been removed by saltpeter miners who left the rocks piled in great rows from side to side across the cavern. MAMMAL CAVE: So named because a tusk was formerly exhibited at the hotel which supposedly came from here. It was afterwards learned that the specimen was imported from another state. The cave is small and damp, not suitable for living or even for stopping in. PROCTOR'S CAVE: 6 miles from Mammoth Cave. Artificial entrance and thought to be a recent discovery. HAUNTED CAVE: Human bones were found here, thus the name. Said to be of a white person. Located on the Green River some miles below Mammoth Cave. Supposedly not visited; entrance is a crevice through which a man has difficulty in squeezing his way through - interior only about 8 feet wide. BRIGG'S CAVE: About 6 miles west of Cave City in Barren County and 4 miles west of north from Glasgow Junction [Park City]. On the land of Ike Briggs, thought to have been fit for habitation. Small entrance (a sink hole), easy approach, easy entry. Floor is always muddy. POYNER'S CAVE: [Poynter?] A mile east of Brigg's Cave. A large cave at the foot of a sink home an acre in area. Stooping is necessary for some distance on entering; bottom is rough and wet. Farther in it is dry and roomy. Neighborhood citizens use one chamber as a "ballroom". SHORT CAVE: At Chaumont which is a station on the road to Mammoth Cave, 3 miles from Glasgow Junction. Named due to its limited extent when compared to Mammoth, located a mile from the station. Entrance is a winding way along the ridges is on one side of an irregular depression, about 3-4 acres. Dirt had been carried by saltpeter miners. Some water and mud runs into the front part of the cave. Slight descent, width about 50 feet; enough room and daylight for several hundred people to gather. Cave owned by Capt. J. B. Briggs of Russellville, KY. BEAR CREEK: A large rock house on the right bank of Bear Creek, 3 miles above its mouth. Could have afforded shelter to a large number of people. Next week: Warren County. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

PAGE, Samuel T to PIERCY, Mary A. He 24, 1st marr, farmer, born Monroe Co, father born Monroe, mother born Barren Co. She 18, 1st marr, born Barren, parents born TN. Married 18 Nov 1875. PALMORE, John to HARVY, Martha E. He 24, 2nd marriage, farmer, he & parents born Cumberland Co; she 31, no age given, she and parents born Cumberland Co. Married 18 Feb 1877. PEDIGO, Oscar to BRADLEY, Viola. He 19, 1st marr, farmer, lives Good Luck, KY; parents born Metcalfe. She 18, 1st marr, she & parents born Metcalfe; married 25 Dec 1906 at E. A. Bradley's. REECE, Enos to JESSE, Bertha He 18, 1st marriage, farmer, he & parents born KY. She 18, 1st marriage, she & parents born KY. Married 10 Jan 1907. SANDERS, Thomas to WHITE, Nancy J. He 20, 1st marriage, farmer, born Barren Co. She 27, 1st marriage, she & parents born TN. Married 10 Oct 1876. SHAFFER, Robert to KINSER, Mary J. He 28, 1st marriage, farmer, born Barren; father born unknown, mother born Barren. She 19, 1st marriage, she & parents born Barren. Married 5 May 1876. SMITH, Anthony to WADE, Delia. He 40, 2nd marriage, blacksmith, born unknown; parents born unknown. She 26, 1st marr, born Adair Co, father born Barren Co, mother born Green Co. Married 19 Dec 1876 at James Smith's. STARKS, Joseph to WELLS, Sallie E. He 40, 2nd marriage, farmer, born Barren Co, parents born unknown. She 28, 1st marriage, born Grayson Co; parents born KY. Married Apr 1877. TUDER, N W to WATSON, ___ (faded out). He 28, 1st marriage, farmer, he & father born Barre, mother born Monroe. She 16, 1st marriage, born Barren, parents born ___ (faded). Married 6 Aug 1861. WALKUP, Joseph to CHEEK, Lusarah. He 25, 1st marriage, he & parents born Adair Co. She 21, # of marriage not shown, she & parents born Adair. Married 27 Aug 1861. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

MAPLE CHAPEL CEMETERY - See ROSEBURG Cemetery. 181 - MARSHALL CEMETERY - no location found. 182 - MARSHALL CEMETERY #2 - S of the Woodsonville-Uno Hwy, about 100 yards S of same & the Tommie Toms Road; about 1 1/2 miles NW of Uno. 183 - (DAVID) MAXEY CEMETERY - W edge of Pascal KY - no other data. Also spelled MAXIE. 184 - MAXIE-PEDIGO CEMETERY - 1 mile W of Pascal KY on the Pascal-Rex Road. Located on the farm owned in the 1960-'s by a Coffee family. 185 - MAYFIELD FARM CEMETERY - About 1 mile SE of Rowletts on the E side of the old 31W hwy, now (in the 1960's?) Roscoe Lawler farm. (WILLIAM) McCORKLE FARM CEMETERY - See LOGSDON-WILKERSON. 186 - McCUBBIN CEMETERY - on road leading from Powder Mills to mouth of Lynn Camp Creek. Latitude 372008N; longitude 0854249W (Hudgins). 187 - (WILL ED) McCUBBIN CEMETERY - E side of the Monroe-Three Springs Hwy & about 2 1/2 miles from Three Springs. Latitude 371200N; longitude 0854241W (Center). 188 - McDANIEL-HOWDEN CEMETERY - On 31E about 2 miles N of Uno. 189 - (NATHAN) McDONALD CEMETERY - Midway between Three Springs and Monroe. Latitude 371205N; longitude 0854233W (Center). 190 - HORATIO) McINTEER CEMETERY - 1 mile S of Hardyville & west of the same on the old McInteer farm. Other directions show between Hardyville and Bunnells Crossing. 191 - (WILLIAM) McINTEER CEMETERY - W side of Maxey's Knob at Defries, KY; farm later owned by heirs of Eldon Cobb. 192 - (J T) MEADOWS CEMETERY - a few feet from the Union Church in Monroe, KY. 193 - MEMORY PARK - behind the Elementary School on Memory Park Drive in Bonnieville. 194 - (GEORGE) MENTZ CEMETERY - On farm of Lou Walton; KY 88 between Munfordville and Hardyville at junction of Canmer Highway. 195 - MERCER CEMETERY - Latitude 371229N; longitude 0854249W (Center). 196 - MIDDLETON CEMETERY - Also shown as the DORSEY FARM CEMETERY. Abt 1/2 mile S of the Cane Run Church on a hill above the Dorsey home. 197 - MIDDLETON PLACE CEMETERY - On Cane Run Church Road on a farm known in the area as the Old Middleton place. 198 - (DAMON) MILLER CEMETERY - Just above and to the west of Lyn Camp Creek at the back of home. 199 - MILLER-GARDNER CEMETERY - Abt 1/2 mile N of Horse Cave on the W side of the hwy leading from Munfordville to Glasgow. Edith Bastin shows this as being 1.3 miles from 31W on the Short Cut Road at Horse Cave. Cemetery is on the right coming from 31W and about 300 yards from the road. 200 - MITCHELL CEMETERY - in Green Co, just east of the Elk LIck Ford on Little Barren River. To be continued - Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

SMITH: J F - MIL J H - MIL J W - MIL Jacob - MIL James - 1812 James - CW James A - CW James B - MIL James Ewell - WW II James H - CW James Stephens - WW I Jefferson - CW Jesse N - MIL John - MIL John - RW John - 1812 John T - CW John W - CW Joseph M - MIL Lawrence - WWI Leonard - WW I Malcolm - WW I Michael - RW Millard - WW I Morris H - WW I Nat - CW Noah - CW Olney G - WW I Paul - WW I Paul T - WW II Presley - MIL Ray Hampton - KOR? Robert (B) - CW Robert B Jr - WW I Roddy - WW I Rooney William - WW II Roscoe C WW I Roy John - WW II Ruben - MIL To be continued next week. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

I thought you all might get a chuckle - or possibly interest - in the URL shown below. It's not often that cemeteries advertise for customers - especially in such an impressive cemetery! Sandi This is a safe site. http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2014/05/18/with-style-humor-forgotten-congressional-cemetery-seeks-more-residents/?intcmp=latestnews --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Sandi posted: Hart County Caves.....  LOCK'S CAVE: A mile east of Rowlett's Station and near the top of a ridge. It was only discovered when part of its roof fell in. The  other end of the cave is entered by going down the fallen rocks over  a slope of 15-20 feet which leads to a bottom strewn with rocks. I would love to know which "Lock" this cave is referenced. I have my hubby's direct ancestor William Hance Locke Sr and son W.H. Locke Jr in this general area of Hart County.. If anyone knows any additional info.. please share with the group.. Thanks, Kat in Texas 2014 South East Denton County Relay for Life Online Chair www.relayforlife.org/sedentoncotx "For everything there is a season.."Life is lived in ebbs & flows, ups & downs. There is winter, but then summer. Tears, but then laughter.

NOTE: If I let any typos go thru, my pardon. I had my needle eye injection yesterday and my one eye is still slightly swollen and "fuzzy"! Anyone familiar with Barren County and our adjoining counties know we have a lot of caves! Most famous of all and often cited is the beautiful Mammoth Cave. But, there are many more caves here that receive less notice. I found an old book entitled "Archeological Investigations" by Gerard Fowke (Washington Government Printing Office, 1922) by the Smithsonian Institution, Bureau of American Ethnology, Bulletin 76. It lists, state by state and then county by county all the caves known at that time. I thought it might be interesting to some of our readers to learn a little about some of these. This week, I will list the caves in Hart Co: LAIRD'S CAVE: About 2 miles north of Northtown. A large, roomy cave with good entrance. Water drips from all parts of the ceiling; floor is muddy and rocky. LOCK'S CAVE: A mile east of Rowlett's Station and near the top of a ridge. It was only discovered when part of its roof fell in. The other end of the cave is entered by going down the fallen rocks over a slope of 15-20 feet which leads to a bottom strewn with rocks. GARVIN CAVE: 3 miles southeast of Munfordville, has an opening at the bottom of a sink hole requiring a rope or ladder for descent. HARLOW CAVE: 3 1/2 miles southeast of Munfordville. A very large cave as the slope down the debris is more than 40 feet high, beyond which the descent was followed some yards without finding any indication that a level bottom was near. WYNNE'S CAVE: 3 miles south of Rowlett's Station - in a large sink hole. Stones thrown into the vertical shaft at the bottom can be heard striking the sides for 3-4 seconds before coming to a rest. WASH. ROWLETT CAVE: On the old Lewis Martin Place, 1 1/2 miles west of Rowlett's Sation, part of the roof had dropped into a deep cavity and sides were insecure. Ceiling is not more than 6 feet high. STEFFY'S CAVE: 4 miles southwest of Munfordville. Between 300-400 feet in length; roof has fallen in. Ice remains in this cave until May or later every year. JOEL BUCKNER'S CAVE: About 10 miles northeast of Munfordville; entrance on a hillside. The front part of the cave is wide and high but is nearly filled with debris. Roof slopes and has debris. This cave was a suitable as a habitation before the material started choking the mouth. The nearest spring is more than a mile away. HARRY BUCKNER CAVE: 1/2 mile north of the above, very narrow entrance. Floor slopes downward, not adapted for occupancy. CUB RUN CAVE: 12 miles west of Munfordville near the Edmonson Co line. Had much local notoriety since 3 skeletons were found in it. Also found were three flint knives, a small celt and part of a clay pipe stem. One skeleton was a child between 8-10 years old, a white child - but possibly Indian. Two of the bodies were laid side by side, the other near their feet. The child's skull was fractured. Chamber of the cave is about 100 feet across each direction. Bones of deer, bear and other animals found inside the entrance. Much more information. Next week - other Edmonson County caves. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

NOTE: I have no connection, no further information and am not seeking additional information 12399 BARREN CO – EDWARD YOUNG KILGORE – Kilgore, Howard, Gatewood, Garrett, Allison, Shaw, Garrett, Dodd, Torbitt, Castleman, Rogers, Lewis, Gordon, Butman 12399 A History of Kentucky and Kentuckians. The Leaders and Representative Men in Commerce, Industry and Modern Activities. By E. Polk Johnson, Volume III, Illustrated. The Lewis Publishing Company, Chicago-New York, 1912. EDWARD YOUNG KILGORE. – Distinguished as a representative citizen of Glasgow, Barren county, as one of its able and successful business men, Edward Young Kilgore is eminently deserving of mention in this biographical volume. A native-born citizen, his birth occurred July 21, 1844. His father, William Bolton Kilgore, of Scotch-Irish ancestry, was born July 2, 1799,near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, and as a young men migrated to Richmond, Kentucky, where for some time he was editor of a newspaper. He was subsequently similarly employed for a number of years at Bowling Green, in Warren county. Coming from thee to Glasgow, he edited the “Rural Visitor,” becoming well known in his capacity as editor. He was very successful as a journalist, accumulating considerable wealth, and for several years prior to his death, which occurred in Glasgow, September 3, 1854, was a broker and money lender. William Bolton Kilgore was three times married. He married first, in Richmond, Kentucky, in February, 1825, America Howard, who died without issue. He married second, in Warren county, Kentucky, on the 18th of June, 1828, Abigail Gatewood, and their only child died in infancy. He married third, in Washington, Pennsylvania, on the 6th of October, 1840, Mrs. Nancy (Garrett) Allison, widow of Dr. James Allison and daughter of James and Elizabeth (Shaw) Garrett. To this union two children were born, namely, - Mary Elizabeth, whose birth occurred on the 21st of March, 1842, deceased; and Edward Young, the special subject of this brief biographical review. His last wife survived him many years, passing away July 23, 1873. They were both highly respected for their many virtues, and both belonged to the Presbyterian church, in which he as for many years an elder. Educated in Kentucky, Edward Young Kilgore attended Urania College, in Glasgow, and Center College, in Danville. In the fall of 1865, just after attaining his majority, he embarked in the drug business at Glasgow, and continued as a druggist for ten years. In the meantime Mr. Kilgore, with characteristic enterprise and ability, purchased the “Glasgow Times,” succeeding Captain Thomas L. Dodd, and was its owner and business manager from 1868 until 1881, continuing his drug business also until 1875. In 1882 he embarked in the real estate business, dealing in both Kansas City and Glasgow property, and was likewise engaged in mercantile pursuits, continuing his operations in both until 1891. In that year he accepted a position as traveling salesman for Torbitt & Castleman, wholesale grocers of Louisville, and remained with that firm until 1898, when he retired from the road. Resuming his operations in real estate, he has since continued in this line of industry, taking as he has always done, a very active interest in the moral advancement and upbuilding of his native town. Among other enterprises which he has been instrumental in consummating, he was the organizer of the Glasgow Cemetery Company, which was incorporated under the laws of the state of Kentucky in 1904, and he has since then served as secretary and treasurer of the company. This cemetery was dedicated on April 26, 1876, as the “Odd Fellows Cemetery.” The management of it afterward passed to the Grand Lodge of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows and from the Grand Lodge to the present Glasgow Cemetery Company. Among the many improvements which have been made under the direction of Mr. Kilgore in this connection has been the annexing of a large tract of land which, added to the original grounds, has made this into one of the beautiful cemeteries in Kentucky. Another commendable enterprise which Mr. Kilgore has undertaken is the establishment of “Highland Park” on the Louisville pike at the edge of Glasgow. This, together with the residential sites known as “Ridgemont,” on Park avenue and overlooking the park, comprise over forty acres of elevated land with magnificent views of all the surrounding country for miles around. The development of these Highland Park pleasure grounds is destined to greatly aid in making Glasgow a most desirable place of residence. Mr. Kilgore married, May 17, 1870, Annie E. Rogers, who was born in Barren county, Kentucky, January 20, 1848, a daughter of John T. and Olivia (Lewis) Rogers. John T. Rogers was a son of Edmund Rogers, and his wife was a daughter of John Lewis, a representative of an old Welsh family, the American progenitor of which came here about the year 1640, settling in Virginia. Both the Rogers and Lewis families were prominent pioneers in Kentucky. Nine children have been born to Mr. and Mrs. Kilgore, namely, - Rev. John Lewis, pastor of the Methodist Episcopal church, South, at Bradentown, Florida; Bolton Garrett, engaged in the wholesale and retail hardware business at San Angelo, Tex.; Mary, wife of S. D. Gordon, a Bible teacher and author of “Quiet Talks on Power,” “Quiet Talks on Prayer,” and “Quiet Talks on English Ancestry,” who is now in Europe (1911); Edward Murray, manufacturer of cement building blocks in Glasgow; Reed Shaw, a fruit grower and rural mail carrier from Glasgow; Joseph Rogers, a student at Mount Hermon Seminary, at Mount Hermon, Massachusetts; Evelyn Byrd, wife of Dr. W. C. Butman, a homeopathic physician at Glasgow; Olivia Dutois, deceased; and Edward Young, Jr., deceased. Mr. Kilgore ia a party Prohibitionist and, true to his religious faith in which he was reared, is a member of the Presbyterian church, while Mrs. Kilgore belongs to the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. Both are widely and favorably known throughout Barren county, where they are accorded the unalloyed confidence and esteem of all with whom they have been brought in contact. --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Membership in 1988 continued: LANDRUM: Anna Loyce Sarver, Billy Mills, Edward Carline, Scott Mills, Stella May Evans LAW: Jo Nell Harwood, Kathy Francis, Lewis, Mary Tracy, Melissa, Steve MADDEN: Ezra MAYNARD: Aubrey Lewis, Mary Louise, Velma Sullivan MELTON: Ruth Coffee MEADOW: Bert, Ada (Temple), Lester McCLARD: Barbara Ann, Melba Ray McINTYRE: Annie (Mrs Marshall Merritt), Ewing B, Teresa Tracy MOORE: Earl MORGON, Darrell Jason (so spelled) NETHERTON: Kathy Sue OBECUNAS: Esther Stinson, Roger PARDUE: Curtis, Lillie Hagan PARRISH: Calma Stinson, Clessie, Doris (Mickey) Wilson, Dorothy Stone, Joshua, Opal (Harman), Phillip, Pricle PEDIGO: Rebekah Broughton PIPPIN: Avie Mae, Elmer, Mrs Jack (Mae) PUGH: Sandra, Sherry REYNOLDS: Daniel Mills, Ernest Robert III, Yvonne Landrum (Tootsie) RIPPY: Lavenious Wood ROBERTS: Sue Neal Conner SAMAN: Lana Law Barton SOLER: Nancy Annell Pedigo, John Merritt Jr STEWARD: Lula B STINSON: Bernie, Daisy Sloan, Earline (Mrs. Garrison Stinson), Era, Eairn, Ezra, Garrison, Joyce SULLIVAN: Anna Ruth, Junior (Neol), Roby SWINDLE: Geraldine West (Mrs Lance Steady), Larry, Lela Pardue TAYLOR: Mabel THOMAS: Rossie, Joe Travis TRACY: Daily Parraish, Lera TURNER: Annie Bell (Mrs Doug Combs) WADE: Mary WHITE: Arnold, Izetta Dillard, Lewis D, Mary D Binnion, Meleah Jo, Ralph Nal, Roger Joe, Tom, Sue Ellen Johnson WILLOUGHBY: Nola (Mrs Jimmy Sewell), Virginia (Hawkins) WILSON: Earl, Murl, WIllie Ruth Lones, Wyna (Lantz) End of series. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

I just finished another book which is described below. For more information, write me privately please. Sandi Barren County Land Grants Beginning in 1798. Many errors exist in the list of Barren County land grants; some dating back to the original list in 1925 by Willard Rouse Jillson and followed by various websites, often copied from each other. In this book I have attempted to correct errors not only in the spelling of names but in the location of the land. Over 2500 grants are shown which includes name, acreage, date of survey, book where recorded and location (nearest waterway in most instances). There are grants shown on land once in Barren County but now in Allen, Hart, Metcalfe and Monroe Counties before their formation. 50 pages plus a detailed explanation of the patent process which resulted in the grant issuance and a list of all the known waterways in all the counties involved.Self-indexing. --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Assorted - CLARK, J E to WITHROW, Nancy E. He 21, first marr, farmer, born Barren Co, parents born Barren. She 24, 1st marr, born Baren, parents born Monroe Co. Married 19 Nov 1878. COMPTON, John W to OWENSBY, Joanne W. He 21, 1st marr, farmer, born Barren, father born Adair, mother born N. She 21, 1st marr, she & parents born Barren. Maried 9 Dec 1875. DALE, John D to EVANS, Sarah E. He 22, 1st marr, farmer, born Barren, father born Barren, mother born Henry Co VA. She 18, 1st marr, she & parents born Barren. Married 15 July 1875. DOUGLAS, Chas to CRENSHAW, Ida. He 24, 2nd marr, farmer, born Barren, no location shown for parents' birthplace. She 16, 1st marr, born Knob Lick, parents born Metcalfe. Married 29 Oct 1906. EDWARDS, Mont to BOSTON, Lucy B. He 21, 1st marr, farmer, he & parents born Green Co; she 16, 1st marr, born Sulphur Well, parents born Metcalfe. Married 9 Dec 1906. EUBANK, David W to STEPHENS, Kate M. He 30, 1st marr, farmer, he & parents born Barren; she 29, 1st marr, born Allen Co, father born VA, mother born Green. Married 20 June 1876. FINNEY, J F to FANCHER, Nancy A. He 25, 1st marr, born & lives in Hart Co, father born VA, mother born Barren; she 19, 1st marr, she & parents born Barren. Married 18 Jan 1876 at Clay S. Fancher's. FOWLER, J H to BYRAM, Lucy. He 42, 2nd marr, farmer, born Metcalfe, lives Barren; parents born Metcalfe; she 42, 2nd marr, she & parents born Metcalfe. Married 5 Feb 1907. GLASS, John D to SHANKS, Mary. He 23, 1st marr, farmer, born Barren; father born Henry Co VA, mother born VA; she 21, 1st marr, born Barren, father born PA, mother born unknown. Married 25 July 1875. GRIDER, William to FRANKLIN, Nancy J. He 26, 1st marr, farmer. Born Russell Co, parents born unknown; she 16, 1st marr, she born Fentress Co TN; father born IN, mother born TN. Married Dec 1876. HILL, J B to PERRY, Margaret. He 56, 2nd marr, farmer, he & parents born Barren; she 45, 3rd marr, born Green Co, father born unknown, mother born Green Co. Married 3 July 1878. HUGHS, W H to KINNIARD,Lillian. He 30, 1st marr, farmer, he & parents born KY; she 19, 1st marr, she & parents born KY. Married Apr 1907. Sandi --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

On 5/12/2014 10:50 PM, Donna Rich wrote: > Randy, > Wow the graveyard hunt sounds exciting!! will be anxious to hear what > you find. > We visited the Carter Farm cemetery but knew there would not be a > marker for James but it was interesting to see. There is one marker there that I floured and shot a pic...but it didn't turn out...I will revisit. It was unreadable but thought I could cypher the scratch. I know that graveyard well. > Why is James listed there? LaDon Brennan placed him there, I don't know why. > Finding James Frazier is as hard as finding Isaac T Headrick! (He's > another on my list). You would indeed be lucky to find Isaac. > > We have Final finished mowing Payne Cemetery. So its in good shape now > if you know of anyone that wants to visit it. I will drop by. > We will mot be able to keep it mowed but since it was new to us, we > wanted to see as many stones as we could at least once. > I did find a neespaper article (1892 The Herald Newspaper) of a James > Frazier that stabs another man. I want to follow up on it when I have > time. > I will try to attach the newspaper, if i dont get it attached via my > phone, i will send later when i can send from my computer. I got it and Thank You. R