Monday, March 24, 2014

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - #12 - Sophie Barbee

Amy Johnson Crow, of No Story Too Small, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The Premise: Write once a week about a specific ancestor.  

My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family.  "Eleanor had Catherine; Catherine had Sophie; Sophie had Emma; Emma had Gertrude; Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor; and Eleanor had you!"  These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.

Sophie's story starts in Georgetown, Kentucky, where she was born to Catherine and Nathaniel Barbee on Christmas Day in 1825.  She grew up on a farm in Scott County with her parents, 7 brothers, and 1 sister.  


Sophie married Joshua Arnold and they moved to a farm in Henry County, Kentucky. 

Sophie was the mother of 5 sons and 2 daughters. Sophie and her oldest daughter, Emma, pieced a crazy quilt that included pieces of Sophie's mother's (Catherine) wedding dress.  

Sophie died in Henry County on October 25, 1896.  She is buried in the Eminence Cemetery in Henry County.

Monday, March 17, 2014

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - #11 Catherine Bradford Barbee

Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The premise: write once a week about a specific ancestor. It could be a story, a biography, a photograph, a research problem — any that focuses on that one ancestor. 

My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family.  "Eleanor had Catherine; Catherine had Sophie, Sophie had Emma, Emma had Gertrude, Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor, and Eleanor had you!"  These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.  Eleanor's story is here.

Eleanor's daughter, Catherine Bradford, was born in Scott County, Kentucky June 27, 1798.  She married a cousin of her mothers, Nathaniel Barbee on November 26, 1816.  They had nine children most of whom stayed close by after they married, although two moved to Missouri. 

Catherine and Nathaniel farmed in Scott County and Nathaniel also served in the Kentucky Legislature.  Catherine died in Bourbon County (probably at her son's home) on December 22, 1837.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

The Man I Love

My husband and I have an anniversary of sorts coming up in the next few days. An anniversary of when we first met - 25 years ago.  "We" are now older than he was when we got married.

Sometimes I wonder where the man I met back then went.  Not that I don't love the one I'm married to now, but the one I first met and fell in love with was such a different man.  First of all he was 19 - I was 30 - and he was a rebel of many causes.  He came with a heavy metal presence - long hair, torn jeans, leather jacket.  To him the outdoors was a place between the house and the car.  He didn't have a job - and his mother told me he would never work.  He didn't have a car and the extent of his knowledge of car maintenance was putting gas in the tank.  He had dropped out of high school and didn't have any cares. But most of all he was cool.  Fonzie could have taken cool lessons from him.  Nothing ruffled that cool.  He was the leader of the pack. The James Dean of the 1990's.

He took some classes and earned his GED.  He got a job. He cut his hair - a little. He stole my heart.  We got married, bought a house, and had a baby.  He has changed jobs often and every job was a career change. He has worked two and three jobs at a time, but he's always had a job.  He is a craftsman of many trades - HVAC, construction, finish carpentry, roofing, sheet metal, electrical - but he always longed for more.

Years have passed.  His hair is not long anymore - but it's longer than most.  His favorite dress is camo, but he also wears khaki's and a dress shirt.  The heavy metal has softened to rock and roll, with some country rolled in.  He has graduated from college with a Bachelors in Social Work and he's planning to go back for a masters.  He still does all his old trades on the side too. He has kept our vehicles running for the past 25 years - changed motors and transmissions, as well as the more common fuel pumps, water pumps, etc. He lives to hunt and spend time in the outdoors.  He loves to camp and spent his university years studying in a hunting blind (where the deer were very safe, because there was more studying than hunting going on).

But there have been other changes too.  He is active in church and doesn't hesitate to tell people who are having hard times that they need to go to church in order to turn their lives around.  He became a father to his step-daughter; he taught her to drive a mere eight years after he learned himself, he screened her dates, he was there for her high school and college graduations.  He walked her down the aisle. He was there for her when her babies were born, very much the proud grandpa.   He has raised a son from the toddler who never stopped moving, to the teenager who wouldn't get off the couch, to a young man who has also graduated from college and is starting his own life, but is still happy to hang out with dad.  He is a wonderful grandfather.  "Pappaw" can do anything and his 5- and 9-year-old princesses are even willing to go hunting with him.

He is the light of my life. He supports my dreams and he works hard to make a better life for us. He puts with all the crazy that surrounds us.  He is more than the man I thought he would be way back then.  He is still cool, but it's an older, wiser cool. James Bond cool.

Yes, he is totally a different man today.  But all that means is that I love him even more.

Monday, March 10, 2014

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week #10 - Eleanor Smith Barbee

Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The premise: write once a week about a specific ancestor. It could be a story, a biography, a photograph, a research problem — any that focuses on that one ancestor. 

Even before I knew what Genealogy was, before I knew anything about family history, my grandmother taught me the women's side of our family.  "Eleanor had Catherine; Catherine had Sophie, Sophie had Emma, Emma had Gertrude, Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor, and Eleanor had you!"  Even today I have to stop and think about last names, but I remember the first names. These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.


The first name, Eleanor, is Eleanor Smith Barbee.  She was the daughter of John Barbee and his second wife, Phyllis Duncan.

She married Fielding Bradford on February 1, 1791.  Fielding and his brother, John, were partners in the Kentucky Gazette in Lexington, KY and Fielding moved his family to nearby Scott County on a land grant given to his father for his Revolutionary War service.  Eleanor and Fielding built a log cabin and raised four sons and three daughters.


Fielding and Eleanor Bradford's home.  Built about 1791.





Eleanor did most of the work herself - Fielding was away from home a lot.  He was a judge and served many terms on the Kentucky Legislature.


Photos taken 2009
 Eleanor's died August 14, 1835, but her legacy was just beginning.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - #9 - J. R. Lancaster

Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The premise: write once a week about a specific ancestor. It could be a story, a biography, a photograph, a research problem — any that focuses on that one ancestor. 

This is a rare family photograph of "Judge" Joseph R. Lancaster (right), his son, O.R. Lancaster, daughter-in-law, Eleanor Thomas Lancaster, and his third wife, Mary Shropshire Lancaster.

Joseph was born in Josephine, Scott County, Kentucky, in June 1876.  He died on April 10, 1962 in Georgetown, Scott County, Kentucky.  He is buried in the Georgetown Cemetery between his first and third wives.

Joseph Lancaster was a teacher, school superintendent, newspaper owner, County Judge Executive, and farmer.  O. R. was his only child that lived beyond infancy and was by his first wife, Mary Lizzie Redding, who died in 1910.

The photo was taken about 1950 on the farm owned by O. R.. Lancaster.  It was taken by Joseph's only granddaughter, Eleanor Lancaster.

Monday, February 24, 2014

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks #8 - John W Howard

            John Howard was born in Holden, Missouri on December 13, 1891 to Mattie Thornton and Albert S. Howard.  When he was ten his family moved back to Clover Bottom in Woodford County Kentucky.  In 1914 John’s father was accidentally shot and died from an infection in the wound.  After his death, John was in charge running the farm where they lived. 
            In 1915, John’s mother noticed his interest in a neighbor’s daughter and told him he might as well marry her.  John agreed and on November 10, 1915 he married Lena Phillips in Versailles.  They then took the train to Frankfort for a few days’ honeymoon. 
            After returning they moved in with John’s mother for a few years.  Before the second child was born, John moved Lena into the house next door to his mother, but still on the same farm.  They lived there until about 1929, when they moved to down the road to a tenant house owned by a neighbor.  Another neighbor, noting the move, told John he should buy his own farm, but John disagreed.  So the neighbor went to Lena and told her he would finance the purchase if John would buy a farm from him.  Lena told John that night they were moving and he would be paying the mortgage. The bungalow house they bought was the house they lived the rest of their lives in and where they reared all nine of their children. 
           
John Howard (Back) and his sons - Taken about 1938
John still farmed for his mother and his six boys did the work on both
farms. They raised hemp, hay, and other farm feed crops.  He also was known as a good breeeder/trainer for Tennessee Walking horses, gaited mules, and hunting dogs.
            As the grandchildren came along, John mellowed and was known to always have candy tucked inside his dresser drawer…if he was asked.
John was a very stubborn man who refused to admit he was getting older.  When he was about 85, he was hit by a large truck as he stepped off of a curb.  The truck was turning a corner and did not see him.  He was knocked down and permanent damage was done to his knees.  Due to his age doctors gave him pain meds, but no treatment.  After a 3-year old granddaughter pointed out that she walked better than he did, John went looking for a Dr. that would treat the problem. At age 87 he had both knees replaced and had no problems walking the rest of his life. When he complained about the pain after the surgery his wife told him that he had paid a lot of money for those knees and he shouldn’t be complaining.  After that success he went looking for an eye doctor that would remove the cataracts that his previous eye doctor told him were not worth the risk of removing.  He found one and was able to see without glasses until he died.            
When he was about 90 his son brought a thoroughbred mare and colt home.  John decided that he should help train the horse.  Although he promised his wife he would stay away from the barn, the first time she went to town and left him alone, he slipped down to the barn.  .  When Lena came home she asked why he had changed his clothes, but he refused to answer her.  After investigating, she finally found his other shirt in the trash, torn and with blood on the collar.  He had gotten in the stall with the colt and the mother had defended her baby, getting him down against the stall wall. Luckily, when he went down the mare decided he wasn’t a threat and allowed him to crawl out of the stall.  Later he admitted that it took him the better part of an hour to get from the barn to the house.  John ended with stitches in his neck and shoulder and a vast array of bruises.
 As John got older, his driving became more and more alarming.  When his truck got a flat tire his sons decided that this was a blessing in disguise and kept putting off the repair, thinking this would keep him from driving.  Except John had other ideas.  So, when he decided that it was time for him to fix the tire he went out to fix it.  As he pulled the tire off, the jack slipped and the truck fell, breaking John's leg.
When Lena was unable to live at home any longer, John would move to the nursing home with her in the winter months, but would go back to the farm for the summer.  John passed away just one day before the second anniversary of Lena's death.  A few days before his death, John went to his lawyer to adjust some things in his will and went back to the nursing home.  It was like he knew it was time or, more likely, he decided it was time and he just died.  John always said that he would live to be 100, but he was a few months short.
John was very much against anyone gathering family history.  He was adamant that they shouldn't be poking around and would be sorry.  No one knows what he was trying to hide, but I sure am looking!

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

52 Ancestors - #7 - Mattie Thornton

Mattie Thornton was the fifth of nine daughters born to Reuben Thornton and Sarah McDonald. She was born in 1865 in the Clover Bottom area of Woodford County, Kentucky. In 1890 she married Albert S. Howard, and after much nagging on her part, they moved to Holden, Missouri where Albert had relatives.  Almost as soon as they got there she decided that she missed her family and Kentucky and that they should return.  Albert held out until about 1901.

Meanwhile, their son John was born (1891); then twins in 1893 (Rena and Marian).  Albert gave in and agreed to return to Kentucky.  They arrived at the train station in Lexington, but no one was there to meet them.  Mattie, furious at the lack of welcoming, demanded that they return to Missouri.  Albert refused saying that he couldn't take anymore of her wishing to come home.

From "Ruins Are Relics of Early Times" – Woodford Sun, April 25, 1946
After returning to Clover Bottom they had their third son in 1905.  They also inherited the stone house that was one of the first two permanent dwellings built in Woodford County.  It had been built by Elijah Froman, Sr. about 1781 and had been sold to the Watkins family and then the Hamilton family, from which Mattie was a descendant.

Albert was killed in 1914 by an accidental shooting.

In 1921 the stone house was destroyed by fire.  The fire also consumed all the family furnishing, family Bible, and portraits of William and Mary Hamilton.  After the fire, Mattie moved to the small community of Nonesuch, Kentucky.  Years later, her grandson, Joe Howard, would come by during his school lunch break and eat with her.  One day, he decided to go with his friends instead.  Mattie stood on her porch watching for him.  As he made his way back to the school building, she spotted him and shouted down the street, "You hussies stay away from him!  He's a good boy!"  Needless to say, Joe never missed another lunch.

Mattie passed away in December 1954 and is buried in the Versailles Cemetery in Versailles, Kentucky.