Clark County Will Books Index, 1793-1853 – Volume I

cc-vol-1My Washington County Will Books Indexes went over well, and thought I would work on a set for another county – Clark County, Kentucky.  Most of my research, for my family, has been in Washington, Marion, Garrard and Nelson counties. It is always interesting to research in a new county, since there are always new names to discover. Not found in my usual counties were the surnames Bledsoe, Brinegar, Chorn, Clinkenbeard, Conkwright, Crosthwait, Fishback and Gaitskill.

In the two county will indexes I have worked with I notice county clerks are terrible at spelling the same name the same way twice!  And some of the handwriting is a bit difficult to decipher.  Guess they never thought people would be interested in what they wrote so many years later!

There are 1,599 names listed. This is an all-inclusive, alphabetical listing of those listed in the Clark County Will Books Index, Books 1-13 for the years 1793-1853. Included is the description of the entry (Will, Inventory, List of Sales, Administrative Settlement, Allot Dower, Executors Settlement, Division of Estate, Guardian Settlement, Appraisement, List of Slaves, Agreement, etc.), the will book and the page number. Last names beginning with A – G, are included. Two other volumes will follow, H–O and P–Z. There will also be a volume that includes A–Z. You can use the search feature on your Kindle to find a particular name.

Captain Stephen T. Drane Biography

from Kentucky – A History of the State, Perrin, 1887

Shelby County

Captain Stephen T. Drane, a prominent farmer and citizen of Shelby County, Kentucky, was born in that county January 25, 1808.  He is a son of Stephen and Priscilla Sprague Crabb Drane, who were born in Prince George County, Maryland.  His father was born in 1768 and died in September 1844.  He settled on the farm where our subject now resides in 1801.  He was prominent in the military circles of his day, being a militia captain.  Mr. Drane never attended college, but received a practical education.  During the war he was a decided Union man.  He married, on May 1, 1828, Miss Birthia Ford, a native of Shelby County, and a daughter of Spence Ford (deceased) and Susan (Bright) Ford.  They were natives of South Carolina and came to Shelby County, Kentucky, about 1796, settling on the headwaters of Fox Run Creek, and in early times operated a horse-power mill which ground both wheat and corn, and ‘hand-bolted’ and supplied the people.  Mr. Drane has six children living:  Edward, Albert G., Merritt, Leonard, Mary, William P.; Stephen and Richard are deceased.  Captain Drane represented the county in the Lower House of the Legislature in 1856 and 1857.  Previous to this he served in the capacity of justice of the peace of the county.  His farm near Eminence contains 419 acres.

Mr. Drane’s parents are buried in Eminence Cemetery, Henry County, Kentucky:

img_1937Stephen Drane, born September 18, 1768, died December 4, 1844.

img_1939Priscilla Sprague Drane, born January 11, 1765, died November 14, 1831.

 

John Berry – Elizabeth Harris 1797 Madison County Marriage

mar-1Know all men by these presents that we, John Berry and Nimrod Duncan, are held and firmly bound unto James Garrard, Esq., Governor of the Commonwealth of Kentucky, in the just and full sum of fifty pounds, to which payment well and truly to be made to the said governor or his successors, we bind ourselves, our heirs, executors and administrators, firmly by these presents, sealed with our seals and dated this 12th day of April 1797.

The condition of the above obligation is such that whereas there is a marriage shortly intended to be had solemnized between the above bound John Berry and Elizabeth Harris, both of Madison County, if there are no lawful claims to obstruct the same then the above obligation to be void, otherwise to remain in full force, power and virtue.

John Berry, Nimrod Duncan

mar-2This shall indemnify you to grant marriage license between John Berry and Elizabeth Harris as witness my hand this 12 day of April 1797.

Robert Harris

Test.  James Berry, Nimrod Duncan

To the Clerk of Madison Court

 

Lovely Baby In Beautiful Christening Gown

baby-1Isn’t this a lovely child?  The christening gown looks much bigger than the wee babe!  I haven’t shared a baby photo lately and thought this would be the one!

The photo was taken by H. N. Aplin in Wells, Minnesota.  With a quick search the date of operation for this photographer was 1902.  That rather narrows down our timeline.  Perhaps Mr. Aplin moved on to another city or state.

Another hint written on back is Henjum.  This I found to be a Norwegian name.  Does that ring any bells with anyone?  He is definitely a cutie!

Six Revolutionary War Veterans Buried In Pisgah Presbyterian Cemetery

Since Ritchey and I visited Pisgah Presbyterian Cemetery in April of 2014, in Woodford County, I believe it to be one of my favorite small cemeteries.  It could have something to do with the beautiful little stone church – founded in 1784, erected in 1812, and remodeled in 1868.  It could have something to do with the cemetery strewn with tiny purple and white flowers on that beautiful spring day.  But most likely it is the fact that there are many older graves, including Revolutionary War veterans that lie sleeping in the church yard.  I want to share photos of six with you today.

img_1390William Kinkead, 1736-1821

img_1389William Kinkead was a Captain in the Virginia Militia during the Revolutionary War.  He married Eleanor Guy.  She and three of her children were captured by Indians and held during the year 1764, during which son Andrew was born.

img_1393Alexander Black, 1752-1827

img_1392How fitting to put these small reminders at the foot of the gravestones for the veterans.

img_1397_1Joseph Bartholomew, 1756-1812

img_1396_1Surrounded by lovely green violet leaves and tiny purple blossoms.

img_1405_1William Garrett, a Revolutionary War Soldier.

I could find no dates on this stone.

img_1423_1Alexander Smith, 1745-1814

img_1425_1A hero for the ages.

img_1447Samuel Stevenson, born March 11, 1741, died December 17, 1825.

img_1445Never forget the sacrifices these men made for the freedoms we hold dear now.  They are just as important, or more so, now, as during those early days of our country.

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Who Reads the Western American Newspaper In 1805?

np1Who reads The Western American Newspaper in 1805?  What today sounds like someone from California, or at least Arizona, in 1805 we are talking about Bardstown, Kentucky – Nelson County!  How times change, and talk of western lands in one century is definitely not the same in another! Personal information was found in ads that were run in the paper.  Most of the other written words were about the laws of Kentucky, items concerning the court, and in one, the second Inaugural Address of Thomas Jefferson!  In 1805 it wasn’t quite as easy to visit Washington for the inauguration, or watch it on television!

I found this newspaper while searching for something else, but couldn’t believe my luck!  Several extended family members are mentioned!

np4-1On page four of the January 11, 1805, paper is an advertisement to be inoculated for the ‘Cow Pox’ by Dr. Burr Harrison.  He has ‘just received the genuine infection from Philadelphia.’  Notice the insertion of ‘f’ for ‘s’ – makes it a bit difficult to read.  Burr Harrison was a descendant of the family of Susannah Harrison who married Moses Linton.  I descend from his second marriage with Susannah Hancock.

np4-2On the same page is a list of letters remaining in the Bardstown Post Office.  If they are not collected by April 1st they will go to the dead letter file.  Benjamin Mason, Joseph Lewis, Mrs. Anne Lewis, are all in my lines.  I can’t imagine why they didn’t pick up their mail.  Getting a letter was a rare treat in those days.  News from loved ones was a treasure to read and re-read many times.

np3-3On page three is a notice of leave by George Berry and Willis Hairgrove, to lay out a town on their land in Logan County, on big Muddy Creek, a branch of Green River.  I found Muddy Creek on the map.  It is rather long, but the only town on it today is where it starts on the Green River, a little town called Mining City, now in Butler County.  I can’t say if this is the town, or if Mr. Berry and Mr. Hairgrove were able to sell lots in their town, or if the project fell through.  Some of my Linton family went to Logan County.

np3-2David McClellan was in need of lots of butter in 1805.  Was he starting a bakery?  ‘I will contract for any quantity (not exceeding 2000 weight) of good Butter to be delivered in this place, any time between this and the first of April next, for which I will give a generous price in Cash or Merchandize – Any person on whose punctuality I can rely, that will contract for 100 weight or upwards, may receive their pay at any time, by giving their obligations to deliver the Butter in the time above specified.’

np3-1 Benjamin Mason, nephew of my fifth great-grandmother, Ann Mason, who married Captain John Linton, is requesting to hire a Negro woman for one year.  He lives 3 1/2 miles from Bardstown.

np2-2On page one was this advertisement wanting furs.  William King, located at Mr. J. McMeekin’s Store, is going to open a furriers business in Bardstown, and offers the highest prices in merchandise for skins that will be used in his business – bear, black and red foxes, martins, minks, fishers (?), wolverines, raccoons, wild cats, black and spotted tame cats, rabbits, etc.

np2-1Several ads like this were on the first page.  Plum Run is located near Fairfield in northern Nelson County close to the Spencer County border.  Nicholas Minor, who was a Justice of Peace for Nelson County, was married into the Linton/Mason families.  It is so interesting to find these little tidbits to make the lives of our ancestors come alive.  Each time we find a little piece of information that person becomes more of a real person, that lived, worked and loved just as we do today.

 

Missing My Grandmother

My beautiful grandmother, Alice Montgomery Carrico, was a strong presence in my life.  I’m sure most of you have felt this way about a grandparent, a special aunt, or another person involved in your life.  She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, as they say, the oldest child of Robert E. Lee Montgomery and Frances Barber Linton.  They lived on a dairy farm outside of Springfield, Kentucky.  Her father, my great-grandfather, was the typical southern gentleman.  In almost every photo he is wearing a thin bow tie and white, or light linen suit.  Great-grandmother Frances was the gracious southern hostess, inviting even a passing salesman to lunch with the family.

Grandmother went to St. Catharine Academy, a school of the Dominican sisters, during her high school years.  I believe she must have boarded there since I now have her silver napkin ring, with her initials – A. M. – in beautiful script.  My aunt said she used the napkin ring while there, when giving it to me as a gift several years ago.  While there, Alice took piano lessons, but the dear sister told my great-grandmother she was wasting her money, there was no musical ability in her daughter.

Mary Alice Montgomery Carrico
Alice Montgomery

The next link I have with my grandmother is a photo taken about 1915 – at 22 she looks to be a suave and sophisticated woman, ready to take on the world.  Isn’t she quite a dish?

At the age of 27, in 1920, she married my grandfather, Joseph Reuben Carrico.  It must have been a love match since it was rather like the princess marrying the church mouse.  Alice and Rue lived on a small farm near St. Rose Church.  Their family began with a baby boy, Joseph Robert (named for both grandfathers) born in 1921.  Life was hard, especially, when the depression hit.  They had five children by that time – Robert, Reuben, Beulah, Paul, Ann – with Catherine (my mother) and Mary Alice coming along in 1931 and 1933.  Life was hard for everyone, but at least living on a farm gave garden vegetables and pork from their hogs, fruit trees gave an abundant bounty, and blackberries and raspberries were loaded on the vines.  My mother pictured her life on the farm as wonderful, filled with adventure and always having plenty to eat.  But is this the depression seen through the eyes of a child?  Did Grandmother and Granddaddy have more worries than what she remembers?  I have the leftover war ration book that was in my mother’s name – stamps for sugar, coffee, gas and other things that were rationed due to the war that followed the depression.

How did my grandmother react?  Like any sensible woman!  She rolled up her sleeves and got on with life.  She sold eggs, butter and cream to the grocery in town for extra money.  Her butter was special since she made little curves, flowers and designs on top.  Grandmother herself drove the buggy into town, driving her horse, Nipsey.  Evidently there was a very special bond between grandmother and her horse.  When he fell ill, she held his head in her lap, gently rubbing him until the end – I’m not sure how many days he lasted.  So strong, but yet so gentle.

The family didn’t have electricity for many years.  Grandmother carefully cleaned the chimneys and filled the oil lamps for the family.  She walked into the kitchen and slipped while holding one of these lamps, but had the foresight to hold the lamp high during the fall.  Not a drop of oil was spilled, no lamp crashed and hit the floor, spreading oil and flame over the room.  She kept her family safe.

In 1930 son Reuben became ill with appendicitis and died at a hospital in Louisville.  This began a number of years of giving up some of those she loved.  Robert entered the army during World War II and died a hero in 1943.  Her mother, Frances, died in 1945, and her father, Robert, in 1954.

Through all these deaths I’m sure my grandmother shed many tears.  But in 1961 my grandfather passed away.  I helped cause some of her tears during this time.  At only four years of age I didn’t understand the concept of death – I was positive granddaddy was coming back.  When we visited and I heard a noise I would always ask if that was granddaddy.  Which always produced a great deal of weeping from both my grandmother and my mother.

By this point in her life, at the age of 68, grandmother lived in town.  There was no farm to run, no garden to hoe, no butter to churn.  She turned to the enjoyment of friends and family.  Grandmother and friends, one I remember as named Crokie, played canasta and ucker.  They would visit at each others house and enjoy the afternoon.  I can’t speak for the other ladies, but grandmother never left the house without her jewelry – brooch and earrings, sometimes necklace, – hat and matching gloves.

Grandmother was still the best cook – her baked chicken and dressing was always the best.  I can still taste it – the most tender, succulent chicken with moist dressing that always included raisins!  It makes my mouth water just thinking about it!  Anything she fixed was good, I suppose this was just my favorite.

As my grandmother aged, and it became harder to visit her friends – and as they went to meet their Maker – she loved playing cards with her children and grandchildren.  Her faith was very important to her, and she prayed while sitting on the porch every day – her favorite spot for time with the Lord.

Mary Alice Montgomery CarricoNewspaper Photo

Grandmother loved her family, and I suppose she was a genealogist, too, but she wasn’t that involved with finding names and dates and records.  She was more interested in people.  One of her last involvements in life was trying to ensure that the Linton Cemetery was not forgotten, or, worse still, erased from history.  She called the local newspaper, The Springfield Sun, and brought this to their attention.  A huge article was devoted to this, complete with a wonderful photo of my grandmother in her 89th year!

My grandmother was in the hospital only twice during her life – once in the 1960’s when she had pneumonia, and at the end.  My mother visited her the night before she died.  Grandmother was eating dinner, and had taken the oxygen from her nose.  Mom scolded her when she went in.  Feisty as always, Grandmother said she couldn’t enjoy her food with the oxygen.  She was going to the nursing home the next day.  She died later that night, at age 92, taking matters into her own hands, as she always had.