Nannie Belle Coulter and Jessie Delbert Hill – Mom and Pap Hill – my beloved paternal grandparents. They were married June 27, 1911 – he was 17, she was 15. Today would be their 100th wedding anniversary if they were still with us.
Pap always told me the first time he saw Mom she was ‘the prettiest little thing – and I knew I was going to marry her!’ They had 8 children, 31 grandchildren – plus great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren too numerous to count. By this date I’m sure there are at least one or two more generations!
This picture was taken on the day of their 50th wedding anniversary in 1961. It was such a special day – a huge celebration held at St. Joe School. I was four years old!
Another celebration was held in 1973 – this one I remember! This anniversary was their 62nd – perhaps a strange number to celebrate – but it happened to be their last. Pap died the next April. It was an outside party – too many people for their small house to hold! A long wagon held dish after dish of food. The Hills have always been good cooks, and a special occasion like this brought out only the best. Mom had a corsage of white carnations tinted green – would emerald be the 60th anniversary? There was music played – grandchildren who played guitars, fiddle and banjo – and fun to be had by all. Think of all the people who cherished those two! And who still do!
Adam Jungbluth is Ritchey’s great-great-great-grandfather. He was born August 31, 1828, in Undenheim, Hessen Darmstadt, Germany, the son of Heinrich and Maria Katharina Jungbluth. Adam married Christine Becker February 12, 1854, at St. John’s United Church of Christ in Germantown, Wisconsin. Christine was born about 1834 in Prussia, the daughter of Peter and Sophia Katharina (Weimer) Becker.
Adam Jungbluth served with Company G, 17th Wisconsin Infantry during the Civil War – he is listed as Adam Youngblood, his family living in Waukesha County, at the time. He made it safely through the war and fathered four more children afterwards, for a total of ten. Adam and Christine’s children are as follows:
Dorothea, born 1855
Heinrich, born 1858
Caroline, born 1859
Adam, born 1861
Friedrich, born 1863
Peter, born 1865
Lidea, born 1867
George, born 1869
Henriette, born 1871
Gustav, born 1877
Adam and Christine’s daughter Caroline Jungbluth was born October 11, 1859, in Wisconsin. She married George Klein October 25, 1881, in Liberty, Wisconsin. George and Caroline had seven children. Ritchey is descended from their daughter Edith.
Adam died March 19, 1882, after being kicked in the head by a horse in Marshfield, Wisconsin. He was buried at Hillside Lutheran Cemetery. Christine lived with her son George until her death January 25, 1914, and was then buried beside her husband.
This picture, taken in May of 1958, contains three ladies so dear to me.
My grandmother, Mary Alice Montgomery Carrico, is the little rotund woman in the dark dress. She was 65 at the time. Grandmother always wore her jewelry – earrings and brooch! Occasionally she would wear a necklace, but brooches were her favorite. She was given many over the years as birthday and Christmas gifts, and had quite a collection from which to choose. Grandmother always wore matching hat and gloves – she had them in several colors. I particularly remember a raspberry set that I thought were beautiful! Her hat usually had a bit of netting and possibly a tiny flower or other decoration. How I would love to have a set of her gloves. Unfortunately, they were not to be had. I do have her pewter napkin ring she used while attending Saint Catharine Academy, just outside of Springfield, Kentucky. Her initials “A. M.” are engraved on the napkin ring. It is a bit crumpled, but it is my treasured piece!
My Great-Aunt Lil is stirring something on the stove. She is my grandmother’s younger sister, Lillian Catherine Montgomery Goodrich, age 58 in this picture. She married late in life and never had children. Aunt Lil was a registered nurse and owned two nursing homes in Lexington, Kentucky. I’m fairly sure this picture was taken at her apartment there. Aunt Lil outlived all her brothers and sisters, passing away at the ripe old age of 94 in May of 1994. In her later years Aunt Lil lived in Springfield, and I visited her often. We loved to talk genealogy and she would give me bits and pieces of her treasures during my visits. Those are happy times I keep in my heart! One particular day I remember it started snowing shortly after I arrived. We had a “genealogy lunch” and shortly after she encouraged me to go home for safety reasons. It was worse than I thought, and going to my dad’s shop in Lebanon was closer than going home. Boy did I get an earful!
The lovely lady in the middle is my Aunt Ann, my mom’s older sister – Margaret Ann Carrico Tingle (although she was not married at this time). She lived in Louisville after her marriage and, when old enough, we couldn’t wait for the week we spent with her each summer. Her two children were close to us in age – and we had great fun. Funny thing is, of all my mom’s sisters, Aunt Ann hated to cook. By the time I was ten or eleven she let me have the run of the kitchen when there! I loved having someone new to try out my recipes! I am named for my aunt – my middle name is Ann.
I love having this picture as a remembrance of the three wonderful ladies in it – but more importantly their memories are what I hold so close to me.
This photograph looks very old and ragged – much the way John Cotton Taylor must have felt before he died. This man is my great-great-great-grandfather. He was part of the contingent who moved westward to Kentucky with Captain John Linton.
John Cotton was a member of the Loudoun County, Virginia, Militia. In the journal entry for November 21, 1818, he is listed as having three fines with “Gone to Kentucky” written beside his name. All able-bodied male citizens over the age of eighteen were required to enroll in the militia. Men who missed drills or musters could be fined seventy-five cents for each offense. John Cotton owed $2.25. But since he never returned to Virginia I guess the debt is still owed today!
After moving to Washington County, Kentucky, John Cotton waited ten years before marrying Susan Clark Edwards, a granddaughter of Captain John. It was said he took boats of goods for sale down the Ohio River to the Mississippi River and down to New Orleans. During one of these trips he contracted scarlett fever and was away from home for some time.
John Cotton and Susan married November 25, 1828. They had four children – Catherine Elizabeth (from whom I’m descended), Edward Edwards, Benjamin Springer and Margaret Ann. Six months after the birth of Margaret, Susan died.
It wasn’t until twenty years later that John Cotton married again – this time Susan Kimberlain, on February 4, 1848. Having the same first name as his first wife was very confusing, and I didn’t realize until much later that this was his second wife. John and Susan K. had two daughters, Mary Louisa and Sarah Susan.
In 1859 the west once again lured John Cotton and he and his family moved to Cape Girardeau, Missouri. He and his wife Susan, his sons Edward and Benjamin – along with Benjamin’s wife Martha Janes and infant son John – his daughters Margaret Ann, Mary Louisa and Sarah Susan made the trip through Kentucky, just across the Mississippi to Cape Girardeau. The only one remaining in Kentucky was his daughter Catherine Elizabeth, who by this time was married to Edward Edwards Linton and had two small children.
This is much the pattern of Captain John Linton – at the age of 67 (Captain John was 68 when he moved from Loudoun County, Virginia, to Washington County, Kentucky) John Cotton Taylor moved his family westward to a new state, a new beginning. But that is where the similarities end. What turned out to be a good move for Captain John, turned out to be a catastrophe for John Cotton.
Before leaving John’s sister, Elizabeth, wife of Judge Benjamin Springer, his good friend and business associate, died in Vicksburg, Mississippi, in February of 1859.
When the family arrived in Cape Girardeau, crops did not grow as well as expected. John Cotton’s daughter Sarah died July 11, 1862, at the age of ten. Son Edward Edwards Taylor died one month later at the age of thirty.
Son Benjamin’s wife Martha died January 9, 1866, leaving two small daughters. Two of Benjamin and Martha’s children, John and Susan, also died while in Missouri, but I have no dates for their deaths.
On May 15, 1869, John Cotton’s daughter Mary Louisa, died at the age of 19. Four months later, John Cotton Taylor, himself, died September 12th at the age of 77.
The remaining family members were devastated. Of the original nine who made the trip west and three more born in Missouri, a total of twelve, only five were left – less than half. The family was broken-hearted. They buried their dead and moved back to Kentucky – Benjamin and his two young daughters, Etta and Margaret, his sister Margaret (who helped him raise them) and his stepmother Susan. What a sad, miserable trip it must have been.
Mansfield Crow and Nancy Jane Coulter are my great-great-grandparents. There has always been confusion concerning their marriage – or perhaps their life after their marriage. I know they married August 19, 1855. Mansfield and Nancy had one daughter, Mary Elizabeth Crow, born in September of 1856. Quite simple so far.
In the 1850 census, before their marriage, Mansfield, 12, is living with his parents Mansfield and Mary A. Crow.
In 1860, after their marriage, Mansfield, 21, and daughter, Mary Elizabeth, 4, are listed with his mother Mary A. Crow – evidently his father had died by that time. Nancy Jane, in 1860, is listed with her parents, Harrison and Elizabeth Coulter.
Mansfield is not listed in the 1870 census – could he have died during the Civil War? I do know that he served. Nancy is listed with her parents in 1870, along with Mary Elizabeth.
In 1880 they are still living with Harrison and Elizabeth, Nancy is listed as a widow, and Eliza listed as their granddaughter. Later that year, in September, Nancy marries William Case – she is listed as a widow on the marriage bond.
One interesting fact is that in the 1860, 1870 and 1880 census, Nancy is listed as a Coulter – not a Crow. In 1880 her daughter is listed with the last name Crow.
In a video I watched about census records it said that when the census taker came by he asked for the names of everyone in the house on that particular day. If Mansfield and his daughter were staying with his mother for a while – perhaps she needed help managing the farm, since Mansfield, Sr., had died, that may be why they were counted as part of her household.
Another one of those genealogy mysteries that just need a little more research!
Note by Phyllis Brown: The following is a letter to my great-grandmother, Frances Barber Linton Montgomery, a great-granddaughter of Captain John Linton. Hugh Linton was her cousin, a great-great-grandchild of the Captain. They corresponded for many years – with interspersed trips to Springfield – I’m not sure that Great-Grandmother Frances visited Hugh in Hopkinsville, she being older by sixteen years.
Two things I know about her – she loved genealogy – wrote to many of her cousins gathering information about their ancestors – and did what research she could by other means. I have many of her genealogy notes – written in her own hand – stories about the Captain, family lists and other things.
The other thing I know about her is she was a true southern lady whose hospitality knew no bounds. Frances loved to cook and entertain people in her home. My mom tells the story that one day a salesman stopped by the house at lunch time and Frances invited him to stay for the noon meal. Alice, her daughter (and my grandmother!) was so embarrassed that they had only salt pork, biscuits, greens and potatoes. But the salesman declared it was the best meal he had eaten in quite a while. Sometimes it’s not exactly what you eat, but who you share the meal with!
November 18, 1941
Dear Cousin Frances,
We arrived home about 5:30 to 6:00 Sunday afternoon, in good shape and having had a wonderful trip there.
I don’t know which of us three had the best time; we were all treated royally by you and your good family, and even the weather was perfect for us. It was a most enjoyable trip and visit for us, and we want to thank you, Cousin Margaret and Cousin Bob and both the boys for it. We have really found homefolks in your family; and it reminds us of the days when we would go back to the home of my father and mother in Logan County, when they had time to talk and live in the unhurried atmosphere, different from that of the last few years.
It was a treat to get all the information you had for us. We enjoyed the old traditions that you and Cousin Maggie O’Bryan told us of the old Captain and his home life, and to see your old treasures in the corner cabinet there.
Lydabel was very much taken with your husband, and kept talking about what a kind expression he had and the twinkle in his eye, and was distressed that he had difficulty with his hearing and recalled her mother’s same trouble for many years.
We trust you all keep well and enjoy life. Let as many of you as can get off, come down to visit us, and we will take you to see the Logan County kin, who by the way live some 40 miles closer to Springfield than we in Hopkinsville do.
With love from Lydabel and Frances and thanks for your many hospitalities.
This is a picture of my mother’s three oldest siblings. Robert, the oldest, sitting in the chair with his baby sister, was born 18 Sep 1921. When World War II broke out he was called into service. He was killed by friendly fire in Sicily, Italy, 14 Sep 1944, and is buried there. He received a purple heart for his service to his country. Robert looks so sad in this picture. Mom remembers him as a very handsome man, going off to war – he was ten years older, making him about 18 at the time.
Rueben, sitting on the arm of the chair, was born in 1922. He died of appendicitis 25 Apr 1932 – my mother was only a year old at the time and doesn’t remember Rueben. My grandmother said a few weeks before he died he came down one morning and said Jesus had come and sat on his bed and talked to him that night. At the time she didn’t think anything of it, but after his death took it as a premonition.
Of the three, Beulah looks a little more mischievous than the other two. Look at her cute little toes! She was born 11 Jun 1924. Beulah married and had eleven children. She was an excellent cook – guess you would have to be with that large a family! Mom loved her potato salad – and her cakes! I especially remember her laugh! She celebrated her 87th birthday earlier this month!