Eliz Glad you enjoyed it. I sure did. I never met the old ladies. I didn't put this in the story, but when driving their yard I asked Lucia just who these "old ladies" were. She said they were four old ladies, now down to three. I asked, "Are they sisters?" She said, "Oh, no." I asked, "What do you mean?" She said, "I never asked, and they never told. If you get my drift." HA HA HA Craig On Nov 15, 2008, at 7:21 PM, Eliz Hanebury wrote: > What a wonderful tale, I sure wish I had been there to see it <G> and > to see what the old ladies thought of the convoy <G> > > > > Eliz > > On Sat, Nov 15, 2008 at 6:57 PM, Craig Kilby > <persisto@earthlink.net> wrote: >> Dear Listers: >> >> In the many years I have been doing genealogical research, today must >> rank among one of the most memorable ever. Not all things have to do >> with court houses. They sometimes have to do with cemeteries, and on >> very special occasions, they have to do with ceremonies for soldiers >> past. Since getting there is half the fun, please allow me to share >> a most enjoyable day. >> >> It all started over a year ago, when Mike Lyman, a fellow SAR >> compatriot of the Richard Henry Lee Chapter in Lancaster County, >> Virginia, and past President of the Virginia Society War of 1812 >> Virginia, came into the Mary Ball Museum & Library to donate his >> latest work, "Location of War of 1812 Veteran Graves in Virginia" I >> told him I knew of a grave I bet he didn't. He was all ears. I told >> him about the Kilby family grave yard at Slate Mills in Rappahannock >> County, where lies Private Leroy Kilby (1785-1859). >> >> Fast forward to today. I drove up yesterday (Friday) to do some >> research for a client at the Culpeper Court House. (If anybody knows >> where the MISSING "Foushee vs. Foushee's Executor" chancery suit, >> settled in 1845, has gone to, please let me know. It contains the >> will of one Thornton Foushee whose will was recorded in MISSING Will >> Book "M".) >> >> I had not been to Culpeper for any length of time in at last ten >> years. I must say, the downtown is quite a hopping little place for >> night life. I had a wonderful mug of "Crab Swiss Fondue" soup at >> "The Pub" on East Davis, which is in a basement off of an alley, and >> is the site of the old Culpeper County jail, where my poor old great- >> great uncle Joseph Kilby died while there in 1845. He was >> incarcerated for bad debts relating to questionable horse dealing. I >> toasted him in front of the roaring wood burning fireplace. I'm sure >> it was all just a minor misunderstanding. (When I relayed this story >> to the staff, I was informed the place is very much haunted.) >> >> But the thrust of this trip was all about today. >> >> Today began with intermitment rains, and did not bode well for any >> outdoor activities. To start the day, however, was an in-door >> meeting of the Culpeper Minutemen Chapter of the SAR here at the Best >> Western Hotel where I am staying and from which I write this account. >> >> My local SAR chapter apparently does nothing by the rule book. We >> are simply a social organization that meets for cocktails at 11:30 >> a.m., have a nice lunch and a good speaker, and go home. Always a >> good crowd, and that is all I thought it was supposed to be. >> >> Let me tell, when I walked in I saw half of the people there in >> period costume, including Mike Lyman, who had told me in advance that >> I would learn what a "real" SAR meeting is all about, I knew I was in >> for something quite different. I'll skip all the formalities here. >> As people introduced themselves, I learned that our featured speaker >> today was none other than Marc Wheat, President of the Germanna >> Memorial Foundation. Now this came as quite a shock as just this >> very morning I had been exchanging emails with John Blankenbaker >> about the origins of the First Colony. >> >> A huge pang of guilt also hit me, as I had not renewed my membership >> to Germanna in some years. I rectified that immediately! I had >> never met Marc in person, and I knew nothing of his professional >> background (very impressive), and I was quite eager to hear his >> presentation. Unfortunately, most of it was drowned out by a live >> band at a birthday party in the next room, and an Evangelical choir >> group across the hall. Bad planning on the part of the Best >> Western. Marc did a good job of going with the flow, even dancing to >> the music at one point. >> >> These "real" SAR meetings really drag on. Everybody gets an award >> for something. >> >> But, dear reader, if you have stayed with me this far, we get to the >> really good part of the day. >> >> The Society for the War of 1812, under Mike Lyman diligent pursuit of >> making this happen, was scheduled for 3:00 at the Kilby Family >> Cemetery at Slate Mills. I must here mention my dear cousin Lucia >> Kilby of Sperryville who coordinated this with Mike Lyman. >> >> Now, as I said at the beginning, getting there is half the fun. >> Today, it was nearly all of the fun. Remember, it had been raining >> most of the day, and most of the previous two days before. >> >> The Kilby cemetery is not exactly anywhere anyone would ever find >> it. In fact, it is no where anyone would ever find it. Knowing >> this, Lucia Kilby had arranged for us all to meet at the Slate Mills >> Baptist Church. Finding even that is not an easy task, but we all >> had good directions. >> >> Driving from Culpeper to Slate Mills in a driving rain, not even >> knowing if Lucia would show up or not (the dear lady is in her 80s), >> I arrived ahead of most of the group (nearly all from the local SAR >> chapter, but some from as far away as Fairfax County), and there were >> a few already assembled. To my surprise and delight, this group >> included Dr. Walter B. Kilby, a direct descendant of Leroy Kilby, and >> Lucia's nephew. (Lucia's own children could care less about these >> things, it being deer season.) >> >> The only person who knew how to get to the grave site was Lucia >> Kilby. It's a good thing I have a jeep. >> >> She explained that this grave yard was on private property, and that >> we had to go through several gates and up a hill which has no road to >> get to it. That was an understatement. >> >> Thankfully, it had quit raining. >> >> Since we were still waiting for others, It was decided to take an >> advance convoy of three vehicles, including Mike Lyman's van with all >> of the appurtenances for the ceremoney, and come back for the others >> later. >> >> With Craig and Lucia in the lead, in my jeep, we wound our way >> through some back roads, arrived at the farm in question, and >> proceeded along. At this point, Lucia's memory got a little foggy on >> just where the grave yard was. Not where it was, but how to get to >> it. She hadn't been there in years. (She, in fact, is the one who >> discovered it umpteen years ago.) >> >> So, not seeing any viable way to get up that hill, she said we should >> just drive through the ladies' yard and go around it, and then up the >> hill. Which, after another gate, we did. >> >> Definitely time to put the jeep in 4-wheel drive mode. >> >> To my surprise, Mike Lyman's van actually made it up that mud, >> slippery hill. But there was one more hill to go, and poor Mike's >> van just didn't make it that far. Lucia and I proceeded and finally >> spotted the serene, hill top, iron fenced graveyard. >> >> There, we were first greet by two donkeys, followed very shortly >> afterwards by about 20 wet and very curious horses, ponies and >> colts. Did we bring food? >> >> The third vehicle in the caravan, also a jeep, came up a bit later, >> informing us that the old ladies who lived there did NOT appreciate >> our driving through their yard. Didn't we see the gate we had passed >> to be used for that purpose? (Obviously, we did not.) >> >> Alright, after much shuttling back and forth, about 20 people and 20 >> equines gathered around the grave of Leroy Kilby for a very elaborate >> ceremony to mark the grave of Private Leroy Kilby, who spent all of >> six weeks at Camp Selden. (We are not sure where that was, but it >> was probably on the Potomac River to guard against British man-o-wars >> coming upstream to burn down Washington and Baltimore. As we all >> know, that was not a success.) >> >> And, I must add, just as the ceremony began, the sun came out in >> brilliant display. Dr. Kilby unveiled the marker, taps was played, >> prayers were said, and, well, it was just a most remarkable day for >> one and all. >> >> So, here ends my brief story of one day in the Piedmont of Virginia. >> >> Who says genealogy is dull? >> >> Yours in History, >> Craig Kilby >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to VACULPEP- >> 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 VACULPEP- > request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message

LOL Oh lordy you do find interesting tidbits don't you LOL Eliz On Sat, Nov 15, 2008 at 7:45 PM, Craig Kilby <persisto@earthlink.net> wrote: > Eliz > > Glad you enjoyed it. I sure did. > > I never met the old ladies. I didn't put this in the story, but when > driving their yard I asked Lucia just who these "old ladies" were. > She said they were four old ladies, now down to three. I asked, "Are > they sisters?" She said, "Oh, no." I asked, "What do you mean?" > She said, "I never asked, and they never told. If you get my drift." > > HA HA HA > > Craig > > On Nov 15, 2008, at 7:21 PM, Eliz Hanebury wrote: > >> What a wonderful tale, I sure wish I had been there to see it <G> and >> to see what the old ladies thought of the convoy <G> >> >> >> >> Eliz >> >> On Sat, Nov 15, 2008 at 6:57 PM, Craig Kilby >> <persisto@earthlink.net> wrote: >>> Dear Listers: >>> >>> In the many years I have been doing genealogical research, today must >>> rank among one of the most memorable ever. Not all things have to do >>> with court houses. They sometimes have to do with cemeteries, and on >>> very special occasions, they have to do with ceremonies for soldiers >>> past. Since getting there is half the fun, please allow me to share >>> a most enjoyable day. >>> >>> It all started over a year ago, when Mike Lyman, a fellow SAR >>> compatriot of the Richard Henry Lee Chapter in Lancaster County, >>> Virginia, and past President of the Virginia Society War of 1812 >>> Virginia, came into the Mary Ball Museum & Library to donate his >>> latest work, "Location of War of 1812 Veteran Graves in Virginia" I >>> told him I knew of a grave I bet he didn't. He was all ears. I told >>> him about the Kilby family grave yard at Slate Mills in Rappahannock >>> County, where lies Private Leroy Kilby (1785-1859). >>> >>> Fast forward to today. I drove up yesterday (Friday) to do some >>> research for a client at the Culpeper Court House. (If anybody knows >>> where the MISSING "Foushee vs. Foushee's Executor" chancery suit, >>> settled in 1845, has gone to, please let me know. It contains the >>> will of one Thornton Foushee whose will was recorded in MISSING Will >>> Book "M".) >>> >>> I had not been to Culpeper for any length of time in at last ten >>> years. I must say, the downtown is quite a hopping little place for >>> night life. I had a wonderful mug of "Crab Swiss Fondue" soup at >>> "The Pub" on East Davis, which is in a basement off of an alley, and >>> is the site of the old Culpeper County jail, where my poor old great- >>> great uncle Joseph Kilby died while there in 1845. He was >>> incarcerated for bad debts relating to questionable horse dealing. I >>> toasted him in front of the roaring wood burning fireplace. I'm sure >>> it was all just a minor misunderstanding. (When I relayed this story >>> to the staff, I was informed the place is very much haunted.) >>> >>> But the thrust of this trip was all about today. >>> >>> Today began with intermitment rains, and did not bode well for any >>> outdoor activities. To start the day, however, was an in-door >>> meeting of the Culpeper Minutemen Chapter of the SAR here at the Best >>> Western Hotel where I am staying and from which I write this account. >>> >>> My local SAR chapter apparently does nothing by the rule book. We >>> are simply a social organization that meets for cocktails at 11:30 >>> a.m., have a nice lunch and a good speaker, and go home. Always a >>> good crowd, and that is all I thought it was supposed to be. >>> >>> Let me tell, when I walked in I saw half of the people there in >>> period costume, including Mike Lyman, who had told me in advance that >>> I would learn what a "real" SAR meeting is all about, I knew I was in >>> for something quite different. I'll skip all the formalities here. >>> As people introduced themselves, I learned that our featured speaker >>> today was none other than Marc Wheat, President of the Germanna >>> Memorial Foundation. Now this came as quite a shock as just this >>> very morning I had been exchanging emails with John Blankenbaker >>> about the origins of the First Colony. >>> >>> A huge pang of guilt also hit me, as I had not renewed my membership >>> to Germanna in some years. I rectified that immediately! I had >>> never met Marc in person, and I knew nothing of his professional >>> background (very impressive), and I was quite eager to hear his >>> presentation. Unfortunately, most of it was drowned out by a live >>> band at a birthday party in the next room, and an Evangelical choir >>> group across the hall. Bad planning on the part of the Best >>> Western. Marc did a good job of going with the flow, even dancing to >>> the music at one point. >>> >>> These "real" SAR meetings really drag on. Everybody gets an award >>> for something. >>> >>> But, dear reader, if you have stayed with me this far, we get to the >>> really good part of the day. >>> >>> The Society for the War of 1812, under Mike Lyman diligent pursuit of >>> making this happen, was scheduled for 3:00 at the Kilby Family >>> Cemetery at Slate Mills. I must here mention my dear cousin Lucia >>> Kilby of Sperryville who coordinated this with Mike Lyman. >>> >>> Now, as I said at the beginning, getting there is half the fun. >>> Today, it was nearly all of the fun. Remember, it had been raining >>> most of the day, and most of the previous two days before. >>> >>> The Kilby cemetery is not exactly anywhere anyone would ever find >>> it. In fact, it is no where anyone would ever find it. Knowing >>> this, Lucia Kilby had arranged for us all to meet at the Slate Mills >>> Baptist Church. Finding even that is not an easy task, but we all >>> had good directions. >>> >>> Driving from Culpeper to Slate Mills in a driving rain, not even >>> knowing if Lucia would show up or not (the dear lady is in her 80s), >>> I arrived ahead of most of the group (nearly all from the local SAR >>> chapter, but some from as far away as Fairfax County), and there were >>> a few already assembled. To my surprise and delight, this group >>> included Dr. Walter B. Kilby, a direct descendant of Leroy Kilby, and >>> Lucia's nephew. (Lucia's own children could care less about these >>> things, it being deer season.) >>> >>> The only person who knew how to get to the grave site was Lucia >>> Kilby. It's a good thing I have a jeep. >>> >>> She explained that this grave yard was on private property, and that >>> we had to go through several gates and up a hill which has no road to >>> get to it. That was an understatement. >>> >>> Thankfully, it had quit raining. >>> >>> Since we were still waiting for others, It was decided to take an >>> advance convoy of three vehicles, including Mike Lyman's van with all >>> of the appurtenances for the ceremoney, and come back for the others >>> later. >>> >>> With Craig and Lucia in the lead, in my jeep, we wound our way >>> through some back roads, arrived at the farm in question, and >>> proceeded along. At this point, Lucia's memory got a little foggy on >>> just where the grave yard was. Not where it was, but how to get to >>> it. She hadn't been there in years. (She, in fact, is the one who >>> discovered it umpteen years ago.) >>> >>> So, not seeing any viable way to get up that hill, she said we should >>> just drive through the ladies' yard and go around it, and then up the >>> hill. Which, after another gate, we did. >>> >>> Definitely time to put the jeep in 4-wheel drive mode. >>> >>> To my surprise, Mike Lyman's van actually made it up that mud, >>> slippery hill. But there was one more hill to go, and poor Mike's >>> van just didn't make it that far. Lucia and I proceeded and finally >>> spotted the serene, hill top, iron fenced graveyard. >>> >>> There, we were first greet by two donkeys, followed very shortly >>> afterwards by about 20 wet and very curious horses, ponies and >>> colts. Did we bring food? >>> >>> The third vehicle in the caravan, also a jeep, came up a bit later, >>> informing us that the old ladies who lived there did NOT appreciate >>> our driving through their yard. Didn't we see the gate we had passed >>> to be used for that purpose? (Obviously, we did not.) >>> >>> Alright, after much shuttling back and forth, about 20 people and 20 >>> equines gathered around the grave of Leroy Kilby for a very elaborate >>> ceremony to mark the grave of Private Leroy Kilby, who spent all of >>> six weeks at Camp Selden. (We are not sure where that was, but it >>> was probably on the Potomac River to guard against British man-o-wars >>> coming upstream to burn down Washington and Baltimore. As we all >>> know, that was not a success.) >>> >>> And, I must add, just as the ceremony began, the sun came out in >>> brilliant display. Dr. Kilby unveiled the marker, taps was played, >>> prayers were said, and, well, it was just a most remarkable day for >>> one and all. >>> >>> So, here ends my brief story of one day in the Piedmont of Virginia. >>> >>> Who says genealogy is dull? >>> >>> Yours in History, >>> Craig Kilby >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> ------------------------------- >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to VACULPEP- >>> 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 VACULPEP- >> 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 VACULPEP-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >