This area of Garrard County, Kentucky, is very quiet now. The sound of gunshots is very far removed by time. The birds sing in the little copse of trees. Cows moo and swish flies with their tails. Corn grows in the fields surrounding the cemetery. Queen Anne’s Lace grows in abundance. It is so far away from everything that you don’t hear cars or other signs of civilization. An idyllic place.
To get here you drive through a creek, and a little way up the hill, stop and politely ask the farmer that lives on the edge of the property if you can visit the graveyard. He gladly obliges, tells you to drive back on his property about a mile, when you get to the barn climb over the fence – you are now on farmland that belongs to his neighbor. Walk down the little hill and up the next and you’ll see it – on the edge of the cornfield.
There are only two purchased stones in this cemetery. Alex Hill, a Civil War soldier, no dates – and Lucy Hill, died 4 March 1850 in the 43rd year of her age. Lucy was the wife of Isaiah Hill, killed in the Hill-Evans Feud, 13 March 1852, during the tobacco house fight. Isaiah’s stone we found face down. When we turned it over it was very brittle and crumbling. Cows had walked through the cemetery and many stones were overturned.
This is what we could read on Isaiah’s stone:
I. Hill, Was Born, the 8 of , And died, Mar
Isaiah and two brothers were shot on the same day. Russell and Isaiah died immediately, Fred lived a few weeks, but eventually died of his wounds. Their brother Jesse had been shot and killed three years previous, in March of 1849.
We found one stone that had some lettering – J. S. Hill Was Born – that’s all. It’s almost as if this stone is frozen in time – no dates to possibly calculate who J. S. Hill was. Why was it not finished? Could this be the stone for Jesse? Of course there were several John’s in the family; James was a popular name, also. It is impossible to say for sure whose stone this is.
This photo was taken in 1981 – I was pregnant with my son when we went on this adventure! This is a better picture than the one taken during our visit in 1997.
Another view of the cemetery – you can see some of the stones standing in the upper left-hand corner – and Ritchey diligently checking a stone for any name or date. Other than the four stones I’ve mentioned, we found nothing written on any of the others. There are about 30 graves in this cemetery – most having a headstone and a footstone. Several are very close together – a child’s grave. I made a drawing of the location of all the stones, and it has been very helpful through the years.
I think it’s time to make one more trip to the Hill Cemetery – it’s been 30 years! Perhaps there will be something we’ve missed the first two trips! And most of all, I just want to make sure it is still there!
Note by Phyllis Brown: This is the family group sheet for Captain John Linton and wife Ann Nancy Mason. Ten children, ten original descendants. But think of the number that would be now. There are eight generations from Captain John to my children – my Linton who is named for him. Except for his son, John Hancock, the son named for him, the Captain’s children all had at least five children of their own, who each had children, etc., etc. That is a cascade of descendants! I would love to find them all – I feel it may be an impossible task – but one definitely worth trying!
At one of the genealogy conventions I attended there was a talk on the unique, individuality of each person. Consider all the ancestors you have – go back several generations on your family tree. Then take out one great-great-great-grandfather. Take out that one person and see all the holes that automatically pop up on that family tree. You are no longer alive, no longer that unique individual. Consider the shorter life span of years ago. Consider the always pressing possibility of death during, or shortly after, childbirth. Consider the illnesses that today seem minor, but at that time deadly. What about death due to wars? Doesn’t it seem remarkable that all these people on your family tree came together to make you into the person you are today. It seems the least we can do is search for them and keep their memory alive.
Family Group Sheet for John Hancock Linton
Husband: John Hancock Linton
Birth: 1750 in Prince William County, Virginia
Death: 04 Dec 1836 in Washington County, Kentucky
Burial: Washington County, Kentucky
Marriage: Bef. 1772 in Virginia
Father: Moses Linton
Mother: Susanna Hancock
Wife: Ann Nancy Mason
Death: 14 Nov 1832 in Washington County, Kentucky
Father: Benjamin Mason
Mother: Elizabeth berkeley
Name: Elizabeth Rebecca Linton
Spouse: Richard (Dick) Keene
Name: Moses Linton
Birth: 1772 in Virginia
Death: Aug 1854 in Nelson County, KY
Marriage: 17 Dec 1800 in Orange County, VA
Spouse: Ann Nancy Pead
Name: Catherine Linton
Birth: Abt. 1775
Death: Aft. 1836
Marriage: Abt. 1795 in Virginia
Spouse: Henry Taylor
Name: Benjamin Franklin Linton
Birth: 16 Jun 1777 in Virginia
Death: 22 Feb 1861 in Washington County, KY
Marriage: 12 Apr 1805 in Fluvanna County, VA
Spouse: Lucy Crewdson
Name: Nancy Linton
Birth: 1778 in Virginia
Death: 1861 in Washington County, KY
Spouse: Edward Barber Edwards
Name: Susan Linton
Death: Aft. 1850
Marriage: 15 Mar 1812
Spouse: William Moran Jr.
Name: William Linton
Birth: 1790 in Virginia
Death: Aft. 1850 in Washington County, Kentucky
Marriage: 05 Apr 1817 in Washington County, Kentucky
Spouse: Elizabeth Lyon Moran
Name: Lewis Linton
Birth: 1796 in Virginia
Marriage: 21 Nov 1820
Spouse: Sarah Janes
Name: Martha Linton
Death: 06 May 1836 in Washington Co, KY
Marriage: 26 May 1823
Spouse: Horatio Mudd
Other Spouses: Charles E. Powell (03 Feb 1813)
Name: John Hancock Linton
Birth: Abt. 1795
Death: 1838 in Washington County, KY
Marriage: 16 Jan 1837 in Washington County, KY
Spouse: Julia Greene
My great-grandfather, Isaiah Hill, could write a book about his life! His were truly the adventures you read about in books – in the comfort of your arm chair, not risking life and limb in the process!
Isaiah was born in Garrard County, Kentucky, about 1835, the son of Isaiah and Lucy Murphy Hill. His was the Hill family involved in the Hill-Evans Feud, a relatively minor scuffle, more concerned with taking each other to court, until Hezekiah Evans shot and killed Jesse Hill (Isaiah’s uncle) on the courthouse steps in March of 1849.
March 4, 1850, Isaiah’s mother died – during or shortly after the birth of her 13th child, Lucy. The feud continued to escalate until March 13, 1852, when his father and two uncles were shot and killed by the Evans faction. This left all those children to fend for themselves. Mary, the oldest daughter, was only 16 when she became mother to her younger siblings.
Isaiah and many of his brothers moved to Anderson and Washington counties to get away from the fight that put so many of their family in their graves.
When the Civil War began Isaiah answered the call to duty and enrolled at Camp Robinson in Captain Downey’s Company E, 19th Regiment, Kentucky Volunteers, September 25, 1861, for a three year term. My grandfather told me war stories that his father told him – having to hide in the rafters of covered bridges – not daring to breathe until the Confederate troops passed below. Or being in the midst of battle and having first your fellow soldier to the right drop with a bullet wound through the heart, then the one on the left shortly afterwards. He never knew if his turn would be next.
From enrollment to mustering out, Isaiah held the rank of private. During that time there were several six-week periods when he was on detached service with the Chicago Mercantile Battery. When the company’s term of enlistment had expired they returned to Louisville, Kentucky, to be mustered out. The company remained in the barracks for some time, and it was at this point that Isaiah, along with several others in the company, contracted small pox. He was ordered to the hospital by John A. Brady, US Surgeon, and taken by his captain, John Barnett, on January 22, 1865, and remained there until March 27, 1865, and was at that point mustered out. George W. Hammack, one of his company who also had small pox, died while in the hospital.
As you can see by the picture, small pox caused great problems for Isaiah. He was blind in his right eye, deaf in his left ear and badly scarred over his body. The rigors of war left him with scurvy and piles – which was worsened by the addition of having small pox.
He applied for and received a pension from the Record and Pension Office of the War Department. How do I know this? I requested records of his military service from the National Archives and was sent an inch-thick pile of legal size copies. Affidavits by Isaiah, his captain, his fellow soldiers; pension applications, letters, doctor’s statements, widow’s application, etc., etc., were included! An absolute mountain of information! One of the applications lists the names and birthdates of his children, another lists only those alive in 1898 – by that time two had died. But the most important paper to me was the affidavit he made on February 18, 1908, concerning his age. It is as follows:
Inability Affidavit, State of Kentucky, County of Marion
In the matter of Isaiah Hill, Pension Claim No. 266.175, of additional evidence wanted as to age, on this 18 day of February, A.D. 1908, personally appeared before me a notary public in and for the aforesaid county, duly authorized to administer oaths, Isaiah Hill, a resident of Lebanon, in the County of Marion, and State of Kentucky, whose post office address is Lebanon, Kentucky, well known to me to be reputable and entitled to credit, and who, being duly sworn, declares in relation to aforesaid case, as follows: That he is unable to comply with the requirement of the Pension Office as to his age. There being no public record of his birth, no baptismal record to be found and the Family Bible is lost. My parents died when it was said I was 17 years old. For that reason I have always counted my age from date of my parents death, who I heard say just before their deaths I was 17 years old. My mother died in the year 1850 and my father died two years later in 1852. and it was from that date I claimed to be 17 years old; and being 17 years old in 1852 when my father died would make me 72 years old in 1907, this is the best record I can give. Isaiah Hill, Attest Y. J. Bailey, J. G. Bard
This is a very important document since it is proof positive that this Isaiah Hill is the son of Isaiah and Lucy Murphy Hill, who died in Garrard County in 1852 and 1850 respectively. I have known for years that he was – my genealogy intuition told me so from the first moment I looked at the 1850 census of Garrard County with Isaiah Hill listed, with son Isaiah ten years old. And I was even more sure when my grandfather’s marriage certificate listed place of birth of both his parents as Garrard County.
There is always the possibility of finding just the proof you need in any corresponding record of your family member. Leave no stone unturned – look through all the possibilities – it is amazing what you might find!
Oh, and just in case you had a question about his pension application, Isaiah did receive a pension from the United States government for $4.00 per month beginning on June 25, 1866 (which would be $58.83 a month in today’s money – try feeding your family on that!). Each and every year he had to fill out applications. This increased to $8.00 per month in 1884, $12.00 per month in 1891, $25.00 per month in 1912 and a grand total of $40.00 per month in 1918 until his death September 8, 1919. His widow Lydia, then received his $40 pension until her death in 1931 (she was approximately 20 years younger than Isaiah).
The companion picture to my grandmother’s published yesterday – my Great-Aunt Maggie. Again, beautiful material for the dress, lace collar – and Maggie is wearing a watch (my grandmother is, too, but I couldn’t tell until I enlarged the picture). Papa didn’t approve of Aunt Maggie’s choice of a beau and she remained single the rest of her life. She and Uncle Bob, her younger brother, lived in the old house together after their parents died. They had many, many old clocks – in the parlor, in the hall, in the dining room – I’m not sure how many there were in all! As children we loved to hear them all chime at the top of the hour!
She was the daughter of Robert E. Lee Montgomery and Frances Barber Linton.
This is a beautiful picture of my maternal grandmother taken shortly before her marriage. The picture was made in Lebanon, Kentucky, by J. W. Miller. I love the beautiful material of the dress and the lace at the collar and cuffs. I can see my mother in her eyes, nose and mouth. Perhaps her engagement ring is what she’s wearing on her left hand? I’m surprise she’s somewhat slouching in the chair! My grandmother was always such a stickler for good posture and correct behavior! Perhaps this was her rebellious stage?
Mary Alice Montgomery married Joseph Rueben Carrico. She was the daughter of Robert E. Lee Montgomery and Frances Barber Linton.
Note by Phyllis Brown: William McKee, Jr., is a brother to Ritchey’s ancestor Amanda McKee who married Charles Ritchey. All, including their parents, are buried in the McKee Cemetery/Sugar Grove North Cemetery in Schuyler County, Illinois, just north of Rushville. Brother William lived a much longer life, his sister dying at the early age of 26.
William headed west on the Oregon Trail two different times, once in 1839 and again in 1847 when his brother, Joel McKee, and Joel Tullis, accompanied him. For Mr. Tullis it was a long, hard trip filled with sorrow – six of his children died on the way and their bodies were buried along the Indian trails, wherever the party happened to be camped when death came to them. William McKee also fought in the Black Hawk War. From Oregon he went to California in 1849, where he joined the throng of gold miners. There he remained until 1852 when he returned to Schuyler County, after the death of his father. He decided it was time to settle down and married Sarah Wilmot and lived his remaining days on the old farmstead.
In the Schuyler County Historical Jail Museum and Genealogy Center in Rushville, there are some of William’s artifacts including items he took with him on his trips west. This is pioneer history at it’s best, and the small town of Rushville should be justly proud of having such a fantastic history center.
The Rushville Times, Rushville, Illinois
December 23, 1897
William McKee, one of the early pioneer residents of Schuyler County, died suddenly at his farm two miles north of Rushville, last Friday evening. Though an aged man, he was not afflicted with the ills age usually brings, and he continued to go about his farm and drive to town whenever the weather permitted. The evening he died he started to do his chores as usual, and with a woman in his employ went to the cattle barn a short distance from the house. He there remarked that he would let the cow go dry and his companion turned to go to the house. She had taken but a few steps when she heard a sound behind her and retracing her steps found Mr. McKee had fallen and was then unconscious. She gave the alarm and the family came to lend assistance, but he was dead. Mr. McKee was born in Crawford County, Indiana, January 22, 1813. He came to Schuyler County in 1826 with his father, and since 1852 has resided on the old homestead, which was purchased by William McKee, Sr., and at his death willed to his son. Mr. McKee was married in 1853 to Sarah C. Wilmot. Five daughters were born to them – Mrs. Henry Hite, Mrs. Samuel D. Wheelhouse, Mary C. ad Meta McKee and Mrs. Cyrus L. Dewitt. Mrs. McKee and her daughter, Mrs. Dewitt, are the only ones living of this family to mourn the death of their beloved husband and father.
Mr. McKee has three surviving sisters and a brother. His sister, Mrs. Bettie Sprigg of Augusta, was here on a visit when he died. Another sister, Mrs. Jacob Ritchey, lives on a farm nearby. The remaining sister, Mrs. Dorcas Horney, and her daughter Mary, of Warren County, came to attend the funeral. His only brother, Joel McKee, resides in Texas. E. E. McKensie and wife, of Beardstown, were also in attendance at the funeral.
On Sunday morning at 11 o’clock, Rev. John Knowles, who had been intimately acquainted with this grand old pioneer farmer for fifty years, conducted the funeral services at the family residence in the presence of a large number of sympathizing friends and neighbors.
Mr. McKee lived a long and eventful life. In his early years it was a stirring, busy life. A life such as led by the more hardy pioneer of his time and generation. With advancing age he returned to the home of his father, married and reared a family, and in a quiet, unostentatious way lived the life of a farmer until death removed him from his earthly labors.
In this short article we have not attempted to give a full history of the life of Mr. McKee. The prominent part he took in the affairs of his country in the early days, when the Indians roamed over our now thickly populated prairies, is worthy of a detailed description, and next week we will bestow upon our old friend the honor he so well merits.
I fear that many of today’s genealogists feel they can find the information they need for their family trees while sitting in the comfort of their computer chair. While technology advances are being made every day in the area of genealogy, I still feel it’s important to get out of the house and into the field! Cemeteries, church offices, libraries, archives, history centers – there are many venues for research. But one of the most important, in my opinion, is the county courthouse.
Every courthouse has a county clerk’s office – and every clerk’s office has a wealth of information. Marriage records, wills, and deeds are the standard records kept there. Each clerk’s office is a bit different. Each will have some records another may not keep – or may have sent to the archives. Although I have visited several county clerks in Virginia, Missouri, Illinois and Iowa, most of my research has been in the county clerk’s offices of Kentucky – in the surrounding counties to my home.
Garrard County has a very nice courthouse. The people are very friendly and helpful. Other than your normal finds, Garrard County has boxes of estate papers. They are at the very top next to a high ceiling. You must climb a rolling ladder – as seen in old libraries – to reach the boxes. It’s a little treacherous the first few times – the ladder rolls a bit while you’re making your way to the top! – and it’s hard to hold the metal box and climb back down! But the amount of information found makes up for any fear of heights!
Lincoln County, one of the three original Kentucky counties, has less information available than any other county I have visited. Perhaps much of their information has been sent to the archives in Frankfort. I found it difficult to research there – even all the marriage records were not readily available.
In Nelson County the county clerk’s office is not in the courthouse, but in another building close by. I think room at the courthouse ran out quite a few years ago (now they have a new one, the old one – in the center of the town square – now being used as a tourist center). The old records are in the basement. This area is manned by volunteers – and if they are not there it is difficult to reach some of the old records since they are in a locked room.
Marion County, my home county, has a different dilemma when it comes to their records. Confederate General John Hunt Morgan burned the courthouse, along with the railroad depot, a hotel and several residences, on July 5, 1863. The only marriage records that exist before that time were those at local churches.
I saved the best for last! Washington County Clerk’s Office has the most abundant amount of information I’ve ever found in any county courthouse. Let’s set the scene – you walk in the front door and ask to look at the old records. You are directed to the back room, in the corner of which you see steps that disappear. To get to “the dungeon”, as I call it, you must travel down a narrow, winding staircase! I love it! It smells a bit musty as you descend. There are small windows at the top of the walls – that desperately need to be cleaned – that let in only a small amount of light. But you don’t notice that – you see only the wealth in front of you – marriage books, will books, deed books, school records, tax records – I could go on and on.
When I first went to Washington County, almost 40 years ago, Miss Olive Walker volunteered in “the dungeon”. She helped find your marriage record or whatever you were in need of. She was probably 65 and very protective of the records. And if she liked you, she gave you more information. I don’t know if it was because of my youth and enthusiasm, but she took me under her wing and let me have the run of the place. Miss Olive had filing cabinets full of family folders – I believe this was information she had found throughout the years. She shared this with me. How I miss those days! And I especially miss her!
Years after Miss Olive passed away, I asked one of the clerks about a marriage record and the parent consent that accompanied it. She said, “Oh, that’s in the next room in the basement – let me unlock it for you.” I couldn’t believe my ears – there was another room? She let me in and I found boxes and boxes of original marriage records and consents, original wills, court cases – a room full of shelves holding boxes of records. From then on when I came in I asked them to unlock the door, which they did. It has been simply an abundance of information for me – especially since both my parents’ families were in Washington County since 1818 or before.
More and more, Kentucky courthouses are sending the original records to the archives in Frankfort. It is as much a safety issue as it is a storage issue. But copies of the original records of your ancestors are a valuable source of proof for your genealogy research.