Thanks, Joel; Nancy and Josephine were half sisters. Nancy married James Workman, while Josephine married Isaac Workman.I believe what was reported in the census. Nancy was a Ferrell, and not a Jarrell. I see a lot of question marks in the Workman households, in the 1850 Boone census. I think some enumerator didnt know about some of these old familys James Workman was the s/o John & Jane (Moore) Workman. He disappears after the 1850 census. No further record. Guess I will never know who E & B Ferrell were. Shelby. ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com

Shelby, I see the marriage of Isaac Workman and Nancy Workman in Kith and Kin Vol I, Boone County Marriages 1854 - 1861 by Sigfus Olafson. He certainly transcribed it as E. and B. Ferrell. The only E. Ferrell I have seen in census records is Edward Ferrell 1820 Giles County, Virginia census Edward Ferrel 0 0 0 0 1 0 - 1 0 1 0 0 The death certificate of Josephine Workman lists her parents as Isaac Workman and Nancy Jarrell. http://www.wvculture.org/vrr/va_view.aspx?Id=1949335&Type=Death Joel -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of [email protected] Sent: Friday, November 02, 2007 7:12 PM To: [email protected] Subject: [WVLOGAN] Ancestors Names I have a set of grgr grandparents in Boone Co. WV who are identified as E & B Ferrell, in the 1850 census.I have searched all the records and cant link them with any. Workman, James age 23 Nancy age 19 (dau of E & B. Ferrell ). Louisa J. age 1 Sure would like to know their full names. Any Boone co. folks willing to help ? Shelby ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hello Jeffery, We enjoy seeing "silent observers" speak up, glad you did! Judi Clark-Stamper. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jeffrey Golomb" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, November 03, 2007 9:02 AM Subject: [WVLOGAN] Rebecca Starr and Samuel Davis Pic Greetings, I've been a silent observer due to time constraints, but thought this picture of Rebecca Starr & Samuel Davis might be of interest to some. Its scanned from one of those curved "bowl" type pictures that were once popular and is as good as we could get it. http://www.tugvalleykin.com/images/Davis/Sam_and_Rebecca_Davis.gif If you happen to check out other parts of www.tugvalleykin.com I appoligize in advance for any broken links and other problems but I haven't had time to work on it in years. Maybe this winter... Jeff Golomb [email protected] ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Greetings, I've been a silent observer due to time constraints, but thought this picture of Rebecca Starr & Samuel Davis might be of interest to some. Its scanned from one of those curved "bowl" type pictures that were once popular and is as good as we could get it. http://www.tugvalleykin.com/images/Davis/Sam_and_Rebecca_Davis.gif If you happen to check out other parts of www.tugvalleykin.com I appoligize in advance for any broken links and other problems but I haven't had time to work on it in years. Maybe this winter... Jeff Golomb [email protected]

I have a set of grgr grandparents in Boone Co. WV who are identified as E & B Ferrell, in the 1850 census.I have searched all the records and cant link them with any. Workman, James age 23 Nancy age 19 (dau of E & B. Ferrell ). Louisa J. age 1 Sure would like to know their full names. Any Boone co. folks willing to help ? Shelby ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com

Shelby B. I would like to have the pictures you mentioned. Thank you, Mona [email protected] ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, October 29, 2007 9:56 PM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] starr family > Hello; > I have a picture of Virgie & Ida Starr, daus. of James M. & Elizabeth > Branham > Copley Starr, taken about 1916. Also. my relative,Andrew Dempsey m. Martha > Starr. > Let me know if you want the pics. > > Shelby B. > > > ************************************** > See what's new at > http://www.aol.com > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Thanks for the morning chuckle!! WEST VIRGINIA GHOST STORY This happened about a month ago just outside the little town of Buffalo Creek, West Virginia, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real. A guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a really dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghost-like in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride really bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door, only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car slowly started moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into Buffalo Creek and he would surely drown, when just before the curve, a hand appeared through the driver's window and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to Logan. Wet and in shock, he went into a cafe and, voice quivering, ordered a cup of hot coffee, black, and then told everybody about his experience. A silence enveloped the cafe and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth and was not just some weirdo. About half an hour later two guys walked into the cafe and one says to the other: "Look Bubba, there's that idiot who rode in our car when we were pushing it in the rain". No virus found in this outgoing message. Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.5.503 / Virus Database: 269.15.15/1101 - Release Date: 10/31/2007 10:06 AM

This time of year was the time to store up all food; get ready for winter experience. I remember the walnut stain on my hands from shelling walnuts. No soap would get rid of the stain; it had to "wear off". Shag bark hickory nuts were also stored. We didnt bother with the small hickory nuts. Most homes had food cellars back then, where can goods, potatoes,kraut, and homemade wine were stored. The cellars were mostly in hillsides, but some were underneath the homes. My aunt,lula (Baisden) Vickers, was the champ on making homemade wines, from grapes, elderberrys. Laying in a wood supply for winter. You will never guess how much wood has to stored for winter fires; an awful lot ! We were near some coal mines, and when finances permitted, we would lay in some coal. We often had to get our coal from waste piles, or from the bottom of Guyan river, in boats. Boy's clothing was overalls, corduroys, boots, with long john under wear. Sheepskin coats were the favorites. I remember getting some hand me down shoes from my well to do cousins in Charleston. They were too large, so I stuffed paper in the toes ! Shelby B. ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com

I had to send this to you and you will see why as you read it. WEST VIRGINIA GHOST STORY This happened about a month ago just outside the little town of Buffalo Creek, West Virginia, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real. A guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a really dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghost-like in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride really bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door, only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car slowly started moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into Buffalo Creek and he would surely drown, when just before the curve, a hand appeared through the driver's window and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to Logan. Wet and in shock, he went into a cafe and, voice quivering, ordered a cup of hot coffee, black, and then told everybody about his experience. A silence enveloped the cafe and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth and was not just some weirdo. About half an hour later two guys walked into the cafe and one says to the other: "Look Bubba, there's that idiot who rode in our car when we were pushing it in the rain". --------------------------------- __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com

Mr. Browning, I appreciate your 'storytelling' very much. It helps us that never lived in WV a chance to hear how it was in years past. My late husband and his ancestors were from several of the counties of WV. As I read the wonderful stories on this list, I can imagine my husband's family in these situations or similar situations as they raised their families there in the mountains and hollows. My father-in-law didn't talk much about being a child in Mingo county so it is a blessing to hear others on the list talk of growing up and their trials and tribulations of living in WV. Being from Ohio and only visiting WV once a year through the mid 1960's to the mid 1970's I only saw how the people lived in those decades. My daughters and my grandchildren need to know how their ancestors lived. I agree with others who have commented- You must keep up the "stories" to preserve the history of the people. Your stories bring the people to life. Their adventures help to understand the 'ways of the mountains'. I vote you keep on telling your stories- keep allowing us the pleasure of a deeper understanding of the people and their ways. Sincerely, Gloria Damron in Ohio~ This is a followup to an earlier post wherein I promised that there was more to be said about the old swinging bridge, one of the memories of my childhood and teenage years on the rivers of southern WV. The Old Swinging Bridge Part 2 I don’t remember the river ever getting so high that the water touched the walkway of the old swinging bridge, but then we never had the likes of the floods that have occured in southern West Virginia in recent years. There were steps that led from ground level up to the bridge walkway, which was several feet above ground level. There were times when the paths which lead up to the steps at each end of the bridge were under several inches of water, but seldom were homes threatened. I recall in 1936 when grade school students were carried through the water to the steps so they could cross on the bridge. The highest water that I remember came close enough to the bridge walkway that my father was able to reach down and pluck items from the surface of the water as it roared by. It came up just to the steps to Uncle Ira Stewart’s front porch. His house sat where Mrs. Ira Cook, Sr. now lives. It would have been washed away in more than one of the recent floods. By the time I was in high school, use of the old bridge was purely optional. A new bridge was built farther downstream which accommodated vehicular traffic and a road was built up the opposite side of the river from the old road and connected with the Coon Branch road at the old swinging bridge. The old bridge was falling into disrepair and was dangerous. It was used mainly as a sometimes shortcut and as a source of adventure for teenage boys in the community. It was also an assembly place. A group of boys, day or night, could not pass the old bridge without stopping to sit a spell on her old broken steps or swing from her cables. We often sat on the broken walkway with our legs dangling over the sides while we passed the hours floating worms to the fish in the hole of water between the bridge and the old ford. We hooked fish but I can’t recall anyone raising one from the water up to the bridge and landing it. Another pastime was to lie on the bridge and stare down at the moving water until we got the impression that we were moving upstream and the water was stationary. We described this effect by saying our “head was swimming.” At flood stage the more adventuresome of our gang, yours truly included, would jump off the bridge and swim downstream with the current for perhaps a quarter mile marveling at how fast and how far we could swim. It’s a miracle that we survived those teenage years. There were many homemade boats on the river in the early nineteen hundreds ,and many an owner who failed to secure his craft lost it as he was caught unawares during a sudden cloudburst and accompanying rapid rise in water level. The supreme achievement was to snag one of them as it passed beneath the old swinging bridge. We lived by the code “finders keepers.” If the wait for a better prize became boring, we found other ways to break the monotony. In one flood, we fashioned nooses from hay bailing wire and lassoed debris as it floated under the dilapidated old structure, which by this time was scarcely more than cables and broken planks. As we latched onto heavy logs and such, the force of the current tended to pull us and the bridge downstream while what was left of the old bridge would rotate such that one of its sides became higher than the other. We had to fight for dear life to keep from falling off while we held onto our prize. It's fascinating to imagine what would have happened if one or both cables had broken. We carefully worked one pole and/or plank after another to the shore where we built a pile of wood as big as a school bus. It remained there for months until someone cut it up for firewood. I was gone when they tore the old bridge down. I don’t even know when it happened. There were many old swinging bridges up and down Clearfork, Laurel Fork and the Guyandotte that went the same way. They were a vital part of our past which like the covered bridges of earlier days have become curiosities to younger generations and precious memories for others of us. An aside: My intent is to illustrate a way of life in WV in bygone years through storytelling. This approach can require more space than normal data transmission, and may not even be suitable for this forum. Please let me have your opinions. Don't be bashful, I can take criticism. 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STAN, WE'RE FROM THE LOGAN AREA AND REALLY ENJOY YOUR STORIES. YOU'RE A VERY GOOD STORYTELLER SO KEEP IT UP. EUGENE BILLS AND FLORENCE ROVILLARD BILLS

This is a followup to an earlier post wherein I promised that there was more to be said about the old swinging bridge, one of the memories of my childhood and teenage years on the rivers of southern WV. The Old Swinging Bridge Part 2 I don’t remember the river ever getting so high that the water touched the walkway of the old swinging bridge, but then we never had the likes of the floods that have occured in southern West Virginia in recent years. There were steps that led from ground level up to the bridge walkway, which was several feet above ground level. There were times when the paths which lead up to the steps at each end of the bridge were under several inches of water, but seldom were homes threatened. I recall in 1936 when grade school students were carried through the water to the steps so they could cross on the bridge. The highest water that I remember came close enough to the bridge walkway that my father was able to reach down and pluck items from the surface of the water as it roared by. It came up just to the steps to Uncle Ira Stewart’s front porch. His house sat where Mrs. Ira Cook, Sr. now lives. It would have been washed away in more than one of the recent floods. By the time I was in high school, use of the old bridge was purely optional. A new bridge was built farther downstream which accommodated vehicular traffic and a road was built up the opposite side of the river from the old road and connected with the Coon Branch road at the old swinging bridge. The old bridge was falling into disrepair and was dangerous. It was used mainly as a sometimes shortcut and as a source of adventure for teenage boys in the community. It was also an assembly place. A group of boys, day or night, could not pass the old bridge without stopping to sit a spell on her old broken steps or swing from her cables. We often sat on the broken walkway with our legs dangling over the sides while we passed the hours floating worms to the fish in the hole of water between the bridge and the old ford. We hooked fish but I can’t recall anyone raising one from the water up to the bridge and landing it. Another pastime was to lie on the bridge and stare down at the moving water until we got the impression that we were moving upstream and the water was stationary. We described this effect by saying our “head was swimming.” At flood stage the more adventuresome of our gang, yours truly included, would jump off the bridge and swim downstream with the current for perhaps a quarter mile marveling at how fast and how far we could swim. It’s a miracle that we survived those teenage years. There were many homemade boats on the river in the early nineteen hundreds ,and many an owner who failed to secure his craft lost it as he was caught unawares during a sudden cloudburst and accompanying rapid rise in water level. The supreme achievement was to snag one of them as it passed beneath the old swinging bridge. We lived by the code “finders keepers.” If the wait for a better prize became boring, we found other ways to break the monotony. In one flood, we fashioned nooses from hay bailing wire and lassoed debris as it floated under the dilapidated old structure, which by this time was scarcely more than cables and broken planks. As we latched onto heavy logs and such, the force of the current tended to pull us and the bridge downstream while what was left of the old bridge would rotate such that one of its sides became higher than the other. We had to fight for dear life to keep from falling off while we held onto our prize. It's fascinating to imagine what would have happened if one or both cables had broken. We carefully worked one pole and/or plank after another to the shore where we built a pile of wood as big as a school bus. It remained there for months until someone cut it up for firewood. I was gone when they tore the old bridge down. I don’t even know when it happened. There were many old swinging bridges up and down Clearfork, Laurel Fork and the Guyandotte that went the same way. They were a vital part of our past which like the covered bridges of earlier days have become curiosities to younger generations and precious memories for others of us. An aside: My intent is to illustrate a way of life in WV in bygone years through storytelling. This approach can require more space than normal data transmission, and may not even be suitable for this forum. Please let me have your opinions. Don't be bashful, I can take criticism. STAN

Oh I would love a copy of that picture! Thanks, Deb ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, October 29, 2007 8:56 PM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] starr family > Hello; > I have a picture of Virgie & Ida Starr, daus. of James M. & Elizabeth Branham > Copley Starr, taken about 1916. Also. my relative,Andrew Dempsey m. Martha > Starr. > Let me know if you want the pics. > > Shelby B. > > > ************************************** > See what's new at > http://www.aol.com > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

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Anita, OK, take good care of you for us. Judi ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, October 31, 2007 1:27 PM Subject: [WVLOGAN] my lack of partticipation for those of you who do not know====== i will be out of commission for a bit do if you don't hear from me it does not mean that i am not reading what's going on Anita </HTML> ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Patty, Elizabeth Starr was in the 1820 Cabell County census as follows: 1820 Census, Cabell County, (West) Virginia Elizabeth Starr 1 1 0 1 0 0 - 2 1 1 1 0 The best I can tell this is Elizabeth Scantling the wife of Koonrad 'Conrad' Starr. I have the following as possible children of Conrad and Elizabeth (Scantling) Starr: James Starr b. abt. 1798 Polly Starr b. Abt. 1805 Samuel Starr b. abt. 1806 Sarah Starr b. abt. 1808 Martha Starr b. abt. 1812 John Starr b. abt. 1816 Ruth Starr b. abt. 1817 Joel -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of [email protected] Sent: Tuesday, October 30, 2007 2:47 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] starr family Does anyone know who Ruth Starr parents were ? I have she was the Mother of Davidson Sansom born abt 1834 . He married Martha Adeline Simpkins [ she is listed on the 1850 Logan Co. {W} VA census with her Mother Nancy Simpkins . Martha and Davidson married August 09, 1854. I found in the Hatfield Book Martha Adeline Simpkins [ same ] had a son Peter Bell McCoy born 1857 with Asa Peter McCoy . In my notes on Davidson Sansom _ I have he was known _ Davidson Lawson and Davidson Sansom and Davidson Starr listed on the 1850 Logan Co. {W} VA census with Green White - I do not know the connection. Martha A. Simpkins' sister Sarah Simpkins married Henry Clay Runyon - he was the son of Alexander Runyon and Sarah Star [ I do not have her parents ] Thanks Patty Simpkins Cartwright ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Maybe some of you might be interested in participating in a survey. Information about the study and the contact person is included below. Ada Wilson Kent Worthington, OH Attention Scotch-Irish Men and Women who are Interested in Scotch-Irish History and Family Roots My name is Michael Roe. I am a teacher at Seattle Pacific University and a research fellow at the University of Ulster in Northern Ireland. I am also Scotch-Irish. My family has Clan Crawford roots in Scotland, lived in County Armagh, Ireland, and immigrated to Philadelphia in the middle 1800's. For the past seven years or so, I have been doing research on today's Scotch-Irish, and I am currently beginning the third in a series of studies. (The first two were published in the Journal of Scotch Irish Studies, and I will be pleased to provide you with their references, if you so desire.) I am looking for men and women (18 years of age or older) to participate in this new study who are (1) of Scotch-Irish ancestry, (2) consider themselves to be Scotch-Irish, (3) are interested in their Scotch-Irish history and family stories, and (4) are willing to describe their experiences-to be storytellers in fine Scotch-Irish tradition. If you are interested in participating, I will be very pleased to discuss this study in further detail with you. (Also, if you took part in an earlier study of mine, you are still eligible to participate in this new one.) Please contact me at the email address, mailing address, or phone number below. (By the way, computer spell-checks keep trying to change my email address from "mroe" to "more." Please double-check the address before you attempt to send me an email. Thanks.) Many thanks. Michael D. Roe, Ph.D. Professor of Psychology Dean, School of Psychology, Family and Community Seattle Pacific University Seattle, WA 98119 U.S.A. Phone: (206) 281-2252 Fax: (206) 281-2695 Email: [email protected] IRB # 070802009. Exp date: 30 July 08

Does anyone know who Ruth Starr parents were ? I have she was the Mother of Davidson Sansom born abt 1834 . He married Martha Adeline Simpkins [ she is listed on the 1850 Logan Co. {W} VA census with her Mother Nancy Simpkins . Martha and Davidson married August 09, 1854. I found in the Hatfield Book Martha Adeline Simpkins [ same ] had a son Peter Bell McCoy born 1857 with Asa Peter McCoy . In my notes on Davidson Sansom _ I have he was known _ Davidson Lawson and Davidson Sansom and Davidson Starr listed on the 1850 Logan Co. {W} VA census with Green White - I do not know the connection. Martha A. Simpkins' sister Sarah Simpkins married Henry Clay Runyon - he was the son of Alexander Runyon and Sarah Star [ I do not have her parents ] Thanks Patty Simpkins Cartwright ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com

Shelby I would love to have the pictures, if you would could you send them to me? Thank you so very much. May God Bless! Cuz Ed Maynard [email protected] -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of [email protected] Sent: Monday, October 29, 2007 9:57 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] starr family Hello; I have a picture of Virgie & Ida Starr, daus. of James M. & Elizabeth Branham Copley Starr, taken about 1916. Also. my relative,Andrew Dempsey m. Martha Starr. Let me know if you want the pics. Shelby B. ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Johnny, You can always search the logan mail list by going to http://archiver.rootsweb.com/cgi-bin/search?path=WVLOGAN Laura -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of John Evans Sent: Monday, October 29, 2007 12:24 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] ots Glenna was a Browning as well, anyone?? Sorry I missed the info about Glenna's obit. Evidently some emails didn't come through while I was out of town. Could someone send me her obit or info where I could retrieve it? Thanks, Johnny ----- Original Message ----- From: "The Allens" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, October 29, 2007 12:59 PM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] ots Glenna was a Browning as well, anyone?? > Hi Judi, > > I, too, was sad to hear of Glenna's passing. Thanks for sharing her > obituary. I have some information on her family line. She's a distant > cousin of mine on her mother's side. Her father was Zack Browning, born > in > 1895, the youngest son of Charles Browning (son of James Browning and > Rebecca Browning) and Charles Browning's second wife Nellie Williamson. > (This Charles Browning was first married to Nancy Ellis, daughter of > William > Ellis and Amy Browning.) Glenna said that her > grandfather Charles Browning was 48 when her father Zack was born, and > Zack > was 48 when Glenna was born. So she never knew her grandfather Charles. > > Glenna's mother was Matilda York (married Zack Browning), who was the > daughter of Lucinda Evans (married William Kelly York), who was the > daughter > of Mathias and Nancy Evans. Nancy was the daughter Lewis Dempsey and > Matilda Stafford (who was my gr-gr-grandfather John Stafford's sister). > Glenna's mother Matilda/Tilda died in 2002. > > Vanessa > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Friday, October 26, 2007 11:30 AM > Subject: [WVLOGAN] ots Glenna was a Browning as well, anyone?? > > Does anyone have Glenna's family line? > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] 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 [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message