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Hi, My name is Vickie and to tell you a little bit about myself, I was born and raised in Kentucky and the majority of my ancestors have been in Kentucky since the 1790’s. I have always loved history, a good mystery and puzzles and that is what Family History Research is all about. As a child we would take day trips on Saturdays and head down some dirt road looking for old cemeteries. A lot of the time we weren't looking for anyone in particular, we just like to read the epitaphs. We would have a picnic lunch packed and have lunch at whatever cemetery we were at. If the weather was bad my Dad and I would go to a court house and dig through old records in musty old basements looking for our ancestors. So as you can see I have had an interest in Family History for quite some time.View my complete profile

Sunday, July 8, 2018

My known Revolutionary War Soldiers


(Daddy’s) Moses Woosley my 4th great-grandfather on my Daddy's, Mom's side of the family.  Moses Woosley signed up in Amelia County, Virginia for a term of 3 years at the end of December 1776 or early January 1777, he said he could not remember the exact date. He was born in 1758 and died in 1843 in Halifax County, Virginia.  He states that he joined the 15th Virginia Regiment and marched through Alexandria, Georgetown, Baltimore, Philadelphia and on to White Plains, New York where they joined up with Gen. George Washington and his troops.  He was at the Battles of Germantown and Stoney Point and was at the siege near Camden when Gen. Gates was defeated. He was also at Valley Forge that terrible winter with Gen. Washington. He was present when Lord Cornwallis surrendered to Gen. George Washington.

(Daddy’s) William Elder my 5th great-grandfather on my Daddy’s, Dad’s side of the family.  William Elder was born in 1748 in Spartanburg County, South Carolina and died in 1808 in Livingston County, Kentucky.  His wife was Margaret Storey who he married in about 1771 in South Carolina.  William served in the Revolutionary War, enlisting in Carter's Company on 25 April 1781 and mustered out 1 June 1782.  He also served as a captain in Benjamin Roebuck's Regiment of the South Carolina Militia from 1781 to 1782.  His brother, Robert Elder, served as a private under him during that time.  His brother, James Elder, also served as a captain from 1780 to 1782 in Roebuck's Battalion of Spartan Regiment and their other brothers, Alexander Elder and Thomas Elder served as privates under him.  Family stories state that they were all at King’s Mountain and Guilford Courthouse, but I have not found any pension records for them as of yet, so I don’t know how true these stories might be. 

(Daddy’s) Richard Golden/Golding my 5th great-grandfather on my Daddy’s, Mom’s side of the family.  He served in the Revolutionary War enlisting on 1 September 1777 in the 13th Virginia Regiments as a private for 3 years.  He was in Captain David Steele’s Company of the 13th Regiment, commanded by Colonel William Russell and he was also in the 9th Virginia Regiment as well. He was mustered out at Fort Pitt.  The regiment saw action in the Battles of Brandywine, Germantown, and Monmouth.  On 24 May 1778 the unit was assigned to the Western Department and on 12 May 1779 it was reorganized and re-designated as the 9th Virginia Regiment.  The regiment was disbanded at Fort Pitt on 1 January 1783.  Richard married Susannah Wilmoth about 1768 in Virginia and they had at least six known children. Richard was a large landowner for that time and after the war engaged in farming.  He was stabbed and killed sometime before 7 Oct 1788 in Abbeville County, South Carolina by one of his German renters.  It was supposed that the tenant thought if he would put Golden out of the way he would save the rent or perhaps would get all the crop. They had not had any trouble before.  Some relatives who lived in or near Charleston, came up and prosecuted the case, and the murderer was promptly hanged.

(Daddy’s) George Storey was my 6th great-grandfather on my Daddy’s Dad’s side of the family.  George built a fort on his land during the war to protect the old people and women and children left behind when the younger men went to war.  This was called Storey's Fort and because of this George has been accepted by the DAR as a Revolutionary Soldier, as was four of his five sons.  George was born in about 1726 in Bucks County, Pennsylvania and died in January of 1805 in Fairforest, Spartanburg County, South Carolina.  He was buried at the Fairforest Presbyterian Cemetery in Union County, South Carolina. His wife’s name was Nancy Cantor and they were married in about 1744, probably in Augusta County, Virginia.  George's original home was burned down during the Revolutionary War.  His second home was built soon after and a part of this second home is still standing. The following pictures are of the marker that was placed to commemorate this family in 1984, as well as a picture of the cemetery, and the cabin that is still standing there to this day.




(Daddy’s) David Freeman my 6th great-grandfather on my Daddy’s, Dad’s side of the family.  David apparently served in the Revolutionary War as a private, but so far, I have not found any type of record that states what company he served with.  However, in the Roster of North Carolina Soldiers in the American Revolution on page 271, I found a land warrant #1878 to the heirs of David Freeman for 640 acres.  The warrant date was 11 July 1785.  I know David was born in 1742 in North Carolina and died 27 April 1808 in Mecklenburg County, North Carolina and was buried at the Steele Creek Presbyterian Church Cemetery in Charlotte, North Carolina.  He was married to Mary Frizzell in about 1763 and they became the parents of nine known children.  The following are their grave markers at Steele Creek Cemetery.


  
(Mom’s) Isham Floyd my 5th great-grandfather on my Mom’s, Mom’s side of the family.  He fought with George Rogers Clark at Kaskaskia when he was young.  He served as a Sargant in Clark's Illinois Regiment of Artillery and in the Virginia State Troops during the Revolutionary War.  He is on the muster rolls during the war from November 26, 1779 to April 8, 1783.  From the Filson Club History Quarterly, Vol 15, No. 1, pp22 - Louisville KY, Jan 1941 we read, "The Indians captured him across the Ohio River, north of the Falls. They scalped him, cut off his ears, fingers and toes, and after torturing him for three days, cut out his heart and threw it to their dogs."  Another story states that Isham was ambushed and burned at the stake along with his brother, John by Indians on 12 April 1783 near present day Louisville, Kentucky.  Still another source says he died in 1782 at "Crawford's Defeat".  And yet another source says he was killed in 1790 in Mercer County, Kentucky.  All I know for certain is that he is last listed on the muster rolls receiving pay on April 8, 1783.  I know he was married to Lydia Hardin on 28 January 1775 in Amherst County, Virginia and they had two known sons, David and Isham, Jr., I come through David.

(Mom’s) Levi Bridgewater my 6th great-grandfather on my Mom's, Dad's side of the family.  Levi Bridgewater was born in 1761 in Fayette County, Pennsylvania and died in Washington County, Indiana. He was married to Patience Stillwell on 1 June 1785 in Fayette County, PA.  Levi enlisted for 3 years on 20 Jan 1776 in Fayette County, PA under Capt. James Neal in the 13th Virginia Regiment under Col. William Russell. He eventually was transferred to the 9th Virginia Regiment before the war was out. They marched to Philadelphia and in the spring, they joined Gen. George Washington at the Cross Roads in Pennsylvania.  He served as the company drummer boy being only 16 years old when he first enlisted. He was at Valley Forge that terrible winter with Gen. Washington and was discharged after serving 3 years and 3 months at Pittsburgh.

(Mom’s) Peter Fisher my 6th great-grandfather on my Mom’s Dad’s side of the family.  Peter served in the Revolutionary War, as a drummer in the New Jersey Continental Troops, and as a private and ranger in a Company of Light Horse under Captain Peter Rush and received a pension #3612.  Peter was born in about 1761 in Hunterdon County, New Jersey and died in April of 1842 in Fairmount, Jefferson County, Kentucky.  He was married to Deborah Warford about 1787 in Pennsylvania.

(Mom’s) Jesse H. Henson my 6th great-grandmother on my Mom's, Mom's side of the family. Jesse was born in 1759 in Surry County, North Carolina and died 10 May 1843 in Marshall County, Kentucky. His wife was Mary Goodbread and they were married 16 Oct 1782 in Rutherford County, North Carolina.  Jesse H. Henson served as a Private in the Virginia Continental Line during the Revolutionary War. While at King's Mountain he sprained his foot and ankle so badly while jumping over a fence that he was not in the actual battle. He served several 3-month enlistments throughout the war and would be discharged, then go home and get a few things done and then enlist again. He also fought in several Indian conflicts against the Cherokee and he also served as a spy in two different enlistments. He first applied for a pension in November of 1832, stating he was 72 or 73 years old, and he could not remember exactly when he was born. His widow applied for a widow’s pension after his death and gave their marriage date and Jesse's death date at that time. For over a year she is getting affidavits from people stating she was the wife of Jesse Henson, but I never found where she actually got a pension. The last papers I find for her were dated 2 Feb 1847 in Marshall County, Kentucky.

(Mom’s) Lt. Col. James Thomas Graham my 7th great-grandfather on my Mom’s Dad’s side of the family.  James was born in about 1730, possibly in New Jersey.  He was married to Elizabeth Stillwell in about 1754 in New Jersey, probably in Monmouth County. He served in Captain Hendershot's Company of the First Battalion Bedford County, Pennsylvania Militia as a Lieutenant Colonel from 9 January 1776 to 10 March 1777.  He also had served as a volunteer in the 1st Battalion of the Bedford County Militia during the French and Indian Wars. He died of smallpox during the war on 12 June 1779.  Elizabeth who was born in 1732, lived on until 1804 when she passed away, she had never remarried.  They are both buried at the Tonoloway Primitive Baptist Church Cemetery which is in Warfordsburg, Fulton County, Pennsylvania.  I have visited this cemetery but did find markers for them.

I am very proud of these men, my grandfathers and their brothers, and the sacrifices that they made to defend our country and overcome tyranny.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Descendants of Enoch Renshaw, 1811-1900

I decided to see what all I could find on Enoch Renshaw and his descendants since I have been contacted by a few different people over the past year, asking about what I know about him.

I have been contacted by one descendant of Enoch Renshaw's through his wife, Melinda McCord and by three descendants of his slave woman, Nancy Ann Renshaw, commonly called, Nance.  Our DNA shows we are all related.

I figured the easiest way right now to get all the info I have to all of them is by doing a blog post of all the deceased descendants of Enoch, Melinda and Nancy.

Enoch was my 3rd great-granduncle and I come through his oldest brother, Reed Renshaw who married Lucetta Clark.  These families were all in Christian County, Kentucky and some still live there to this day.  I have wandered all over this county digging up records on my ancestors, as did my Daddy when he was still living.  Hopefully there is information here that will help all of Enoch's descendants find out more about him.

My hope is that this was consensual between Nancy and Enoch and hopefully Melinda did not make things worse for Nancy, since they were having their children around the same time.

Melinda and Enoch were married for 18 years before they had their first child, or at least the first one I have a record of.  Why were there no children in those 18 years?  Did they die young, stillborn, etc?

Enoch had bought Nancy from the estate sale of David Johnson in 1848 and they had their first child together in 1852.  Enoch and Melinda's first known child was born in 1853.  Enoch had 5 known children with Melinda and 5 known children with Nancy.

The following is the obituary of Enoch Renshaw in 1900, just click on the following link:


If anyone has any stories or pictures about any of these people they are willing to share it would be greatly appreciated.  I will update this info here as I find more.  I decided to do a different way to show the descendancy of Enoch then I did when I first uploaded this blog page.  I find it will be easier to update then the way I had it before.  If anyone has new information they would like for me to add, or corrections to what I do have please let me know.  Just click on the following link:

Descendants of Enoch Renshaw

The following documents show the estate records of David Johnson and Enoch Renshaw buying Nance from this estate in 1848.  I have a red star by these parts on pages one and three.




Bill of sale to Enoch Renshaw for slave girl, Nance in 1848, just click on the link:


The Freedman Bureau Records from 1866 between Enoch Renshaw and Nancy Renshaw and her three children, Caroline, Adaline and Jack.



Obituary for Mary Josephine Renshaw Holt in 1913.


The shooting of John M. Renshaw, son of Enoch and Melinda in 1914.





Friday, January 12, 2018

My New Family History Website

The following is the link to my new site:
I am working on setting up a new website to host mine, my husband, Roy's and my Client's family info.

I will be keeping my blog right here though, so I can keep posting stories and other items of interest for everyone.

I have had all my family trees on Rootsweb for years, but Rootsweb went down back at the first of December and it looks like it could be quite awhile before they might be up and running again.

This new site will be going up and down for the next little bit while I get things all set up, but be patient and hopefully it won't take me to long to figure it all out.

I will also be able to add family pictures and attach them to each individual they correspond with.  This part I am really excited about, but right now I am still working on figuring out exactly how to do that.

After you click on the new site, you can click on Roy's side or Vickie's side in the top left corner to see our trees.  Then click on ancestors, then if you click text, you will see pedigree charts like mine looked like on Rootsweb.

I now have 5 trees uploaded as of today's date 24 Jan 2018.  Read the intro on the home page and it will tell you how to access and search through what trees you are looking for.

Any questions, comments or corrections to any of these trees please let me know.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Growing Up on the River

I was born and raised in Western Kentucky in counties that border the Ohio River.  In Crittenden County where I was born across the river from Cave-in-Rock, Illinois and in Henderson County, across the river from Evansville, Indiana.  From the time, I was big enough to walk it was always, don’t go near the water, stay away from the river, etc. from my Momma.  We never lived real close to the river, but would go for picnics and such nearby.  My Mamaw had told me stories about the floods of 1937 when she was a young woman and how bad it had been then; whole towns were under water and lots of people lost their lives, homes and businesses.  All my grandparents, had at one time or another, told stories about someone they had known or stories they had heard about someone drowning in the river or the floods that hit hard, especially after early spring rains.  So, all us kids were always cautioned to be careful anytime we were near water and especially near the river.  The currents on the Ohio can take even a strong swimmer down quickly.

The floods of 1937 along the Ohio River took place in late January and February of 1937, when over 16 inches of rain fell in just a 3 to 4 day time period.  There was death and destruction stretching from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania all the way to to Cairo, Illinois.  Over one million people were left homeless, with approximately 385 people dead and property losses reaching at least $500 million and that was in 1937.  I am not sure what the total monetary value would be in today’s standards.  70% of the city of Louisville, Kentucky was submerged, 35,000 people in Paducah, Kentucky were evacuated.  The flood stage in Evansville, Indiana is 35 feet but in 1937 it rose to 53.8 feet, the previous high flood stage in Evansville had been 48.4 feet in 1884.  The Ohio River floods of 1937 surpassed all other recorded floods for the previously recorded 175 years before that time.

My great-grandmother, Amy, lost her first love, Lafe, and the father to her oldest child when he was tying up a boat during a storm at the Cave-in-Rock docks in 1913.  He had been knocked overboard and was caught up underneath the plying’s of the dock where they found him the next day.  I wrote about him and his untimely death for my blog back on March 26, 2017 if anyone wants to go back and read about that.  I have seen the ferry crossing closed between Marion, Kentucky and Cave-in-Rock when the river has been over flood stage and there is no way I would want to be on the river during that time anyway.  There is always lots of debris and logs floating during floods that could take out a small boat and even larger boats if they were to hit just right.

One of the people who has made the most comments about my blog posts is a distant cousin and we never had a chance to meet, even though we had been corresponding since 2012, but I feel like I really knew her.  She especially liked the story about Lafe and Amy and his drowning there at Cave-in-Rock, as that is where she had grown up as a child.  She had even known the McConnell family whose boat, Lafe had been on that fateful night.  After reading my story, she started telling me about different accidents that she remembered and some that had happened to her as well on the river.  I had told her that her stories would make a great short blog post and I ask if she could write them down for me to add to my blog.  She said that I could write about these and she would be honored to know that they were out there for others to read.  I was busy and didn’t get a chance to write the stories down at that time, but had saved her messages, so that when I got the chance I could do that.  I had posted a couple of more stories on my blog and realized I had not heard anything from Pat, on my last couple of post which was unusual for her.  So, I sent her a message in June and she said she had been busy, but I think she had been sick and just didn’t want to worry me.

On July 2nd, Pat’s niece Jackie, sent me a message and said that Pat had ask her to let me know that she was sick and 3 days later Pat was gone, she was only 83.  Barely three months after telling me some of these river stories, Pat died and I just didn’t feel like writing about the river at that time.  Now feels like the right time to write about the stories Pat told me, as well as others I have run across through the years.

I googled Pat’s name just to see if I could find an obituary and ran across a blog post one of her granddaughters had written about her after her death.  If anyone wants to read about Pat you can go to this link: https://onmogul.com/stories/to-my-grandmama-patricia-walker-mcdowell her granddaughter did an amazing job.

Now on too Pat’s stories, some funny and some sad, I wish Pat was here to tell them herself though.  This is probably the first one she told me.  “One time a cattle truck from St. Louis drove into the river.  My brother, Charles worked on the ferry while in high school.  Ferry was on the other side, when Charles saw the accident and tried to wake up the captain, but the captain was drunk.   Charles was 17 or 18 years old and piloted the ferry across the river.  Two men had gotten out, one was still in the truck.  Charles took off his shoes and went under the water and got the other one out.  So many stories he told me, I had never heard about growing up.  Funny, funny and sad too.”

“One time Charles said a car load of people drove down the hill and broke the chain on the ferry and went into the water.  No one was saved.  I think he said one or two had jumped into the river.  They were way out in the middle.  Raised on the river, it's a miracle nothing happened to any of us.”

“The Ohio almost got me 3 times.  When I was 5 and Charles was 11, Dad and Mom’s boat turned over in the river.  Dad thought it would be fun for us to ride the waves from a paddle wheel boat on the Kentucky side.  We crossed over, we were in a rowboat and of course, the boat turned over.  We were in the water for hours.  Dad put me in the limb of a tree, and Dad and Charles could not turn the boat over.  A man way back in the flood water heard Mom calling for help.  He was gathering drift wood.  He took Mom and me to the Illinois side, then went back for Dad and Charles. They told me later I was so traumatized, they had to pry one finger at a time from the tree limb!  I was screaming and could not stop. Needless to say, I never learned to swim.  Two other times I fell in.  What a life. 😫 Crossing even 18 years ago, (for a reunion) I could barely breathe.”

“The day of this accident when I was 5, we had gone down to Elizabethtown to do our weekly shopping.  We lost all that in the accident.  When the river went down, Dad went back to the scene and dug the canned goods from the mud.  The labels were gone from the cans and we never knew what we were going to have for supper.  Dad even found my little red purse in the mud.  The dime was still in there.  Now, isn’t that the funniest thing.”

“There is a story from long ago, of a man and wife (she was pregnant) crossing the Ohio in a rowboat. They both lost their lives.  I read it years ago.  It told their names, but I never knew them.  There was a drowning years ago.  A man was fishing at the Lock and Dam 50, up river from the cave.  My Dad, was a commercial fisherman, he found the body, I was about 6 or 7.   I ran down to the river, slipped thru the crowds and saw the body as Dad and another man pulled him from the river.  "It was a sight I should not have seen!" He had been in the water for days.”

I wish Pat had, had the time to tell me more of her stories, she told me she had lots more, but unfortunately, she never got the chance.  I have really missed her comments on my blog posts and the stories she would sometimes tell me.  She was a special lady.

I have a couple of different newspaper subscriptions and so I thought it would be a cool idea to go through and pick out some articles of different people who drowned or nearly drowned either on the river or elsewhere or in accidents on the river that seemed interesting, as well as telling the stories that Pat told me.  Here are just a few that I have run across.

From the Crittenden Press in Marion, Kentucky in the issue dated Thursday, May 4, 1893
A 2-year-old and 10 year, children of Mr. & Mrs. Godfrey accidentally drowns.


From the Crittenden Press in Marion, Kentucky in the issue dated Thursday, June 15, 1899
W. J. Hill and Lewis Horning almost drown, saved by Ernest Hill and W. B, Crider.


From the Crittenden Press in Marion, Kentucky issue dated Thursday, Nov 16, 1899
Boy by the last name of O’Neal drowns.


From the Crittenden Press in Marion, Kentucky issue dated Thursday, Apr 28, 1904
Mrs. Mary Perry & her baby, and her sister, Eliza Deboe, narrowly escape drowning.


From the Crittenden Record-Press in Marion, Kentucky issue dated Friday, Jan 5, 1906
W. B. Stembridge narrowly escapes drowning.


From the Crittenden Record-Press in Marion, Kentucky issue dated Thursday, Apr 4, 1907
Mrs. Aiken and her 6-year-old son, rescued by her 12 year old daughter.


From the Crittenden Record-Press in Marion, Kentucky issue dated Thursday, May 23, 1907
Jack McElmurry almost drowns.


From the Crittenden Record-Press in Marion, Kentucky issue dated Thursday, Apr 14, 1910
Lon Simmons falls in river, rescued by 7-year-old Virgil Cooksey.


From the Crittenden Record-Press in Marion, Kentucky issue dated Thursday, Sep 23, 1915
Clyde Green, son of Dan Green, fell from bridge and drowned near Nashville.


From the Crittenden Record-Press in Marion, Kentucky issue dated Thu, Aug 29, 1918
Virgil Binkley drowns, son of Jess Binkley


There are so many more stories from old newspapers that I could be here for the next year looking them up and telling you about them, but I just wanted to give some examples of the tragedy’s waiting when people live near rivers and streams.

Monday, July 24, 2017

My Uncle George

While I was back home in Kentucky in May and June of 2017, I went and visited and talked to a number of different family members, but only one would let me video him while he told stories about himself and his family.  That was my Uncle George, my Daddy's oldest living brother and I did the following videos that I have posted on YouTube and provided links to here on this blog post, on May 30th at his home outside of Murray, Kentucky.  Please excuse any shakiness or anything else funny in the videos, this is the first time I have ever done anything like this.

My Uncle, George Anderson Beard, son of Aubrey David Beard and Jessie Holeman Doss was born in Crittenden County, Kentucky in October of 1927 according to him, but 1928 according to the Kentucky birth index and census records.  Uncle George swears that his mother, told him that he was born about 15 or 16 month after his sister, Helen who was born in June of 1926.  If Uncle George wants to be 90 years old this year then that is his prerogative and who am I or anyone else to say different.  😉  The following is a picture I took of him outside of his work shop the day I did the recordings.


I had ask Uncle George a number of different questions after we had picked him up that day and gone into town for lunch, so that after we got back out to his place we could start recording.  He was so excited to be able to talk and tell his stories and to have them recorded for posterity.  We both wished we could have stayed longer and done more, but it just wasn't possible to do so, plus I could tell he was getting a little tired as well.

The following is just a brief little outline of Uncle George and his family.  Mama Jessie had ten children all together and Uncle George was number four of these ten children and my Daddy was number nine.  These ten children were the following, William Teague, Harold Walls, Helen Beard, George Beard, Dale Beard, Donald Beard, Jack Beard, Violet Beard, Frank Beard and Bobby Corley. Uncle George and Uncle Bobby are the only two we have left now.  I also visited with Uncle Bobby but he wasn't to keen on being videoed, though I did get a picture of him and Aunt Charlene at least. The following is a picture of Bobby and Charlene at their home in Franklin, Kentucky.


Uncle George was married twice, the first time to Donna Beair in 1951, they were divorced in the early 1970's. Second to Louise 'Lou' Jones in 1974.  Uncle George and Aunt Donna had six children, Janice, David, Nancy, Henry, Helen and Kevin.  Aunt Lou had five children when she and Uncle George were married and they are, Shirley, Jim, Larry, Mary and Patty.  I don't really know Shirley and Jim, but the other three I have meet quite a few times.  Also, Henry passed away the same year that Aunt Lou and my Daddy and Aunt Helen all passed away in 2009.  2009 was a sad year for all of us, Daddy passed in July, Aunt Helen in August, Henry Joe in September and Aunt Lou in October. It was really rough on Uncle George though, his wife, son, brother and sister all within 4 months of each other, he is a strong man though and he has persevered.

The following 13 videos were all done on May 30th, 2017 in the workshop behind the home of George Beard outside of Murray, Kentucky.  I have titled them with what he was mainly talking about in each video.














I hope you enjoyed my little video clips of Uncle George, sharing his memories and his stories with all of us.  I know I sure enjoyed being with him and listening to him talk about so many who have gone on before.  

I would like to dedicate this post to a friend and a distant cousin who I never had the opportunity to meet, but who always made comments on every blog post I made since I first started this journey, her last comments were on June 13th.  She encouraged me to continue writing my stories and she always had something to say about every post. This will be the second post I have made since she passed away suddenly just a few weeks ago. She had found out she had cancer and it was so far progressed that the doctors just made her as comfortable as they could for the short time she had.  Pat you will be missed greatly by your loving family and friends and by me too.  I will write those river stories you told me, as well as others I have found and been told about, but you will just have to read them in heaven now. The following is a poem her niece, Jackie, had written about her and Jackie is the one that let me know that her aunt had passed away.  Until we meet, God speed you on your journey, Pat.