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.
One day while researching at the Kentucky Department for Libraries and Archives in Frankfort, I found the listing of a court case from Garrard County, Kentucky, between John Hill and John Bryant, 1800. My Hill’s were from Garrard County, in fact were the Hill’s involved in the Hill-Evans Feud that took place from about 1829 to 1854, culminating in the March 13, 1852, gunfight that took the lives of three brothers – Russell, Frederick and Isaiah Hill – along with those of William Chrisman and John Sellars. This was their grandfather, John Hill, the first Hill to come to Garrard County – which was actually a part of Madison County at that time, when he moved there from Virginia.
I requested the file and after sending notice to the basement below – where the actual records are kept – and waiting fifteen minutes for their arrival, a box was placed on the table in front of me. There were file folders containing the original papers from this case! I was so excited – and yet a little nervous about handling such old documents. This was ten or more years ago – I’m not sure I could do that today!
Inside there were eight depositions – taken from Mary Jackson, Sam Griffith, Zachariah Green, John Murphy, John Crow, Vincent Wren, William Bryant, Mansfield Crow – wait, Mansfield Crow? But this was one of my ancestors from my paternal grandmother – as was Zachariah Green! At that point I just started reading!
Most of the depositions did not have much information that I could use. And then came the deposition of William Y. Bryant. He was asked by the defendant, John Bryant, “Did you ever see a certain man at my house by the name of John Crow that called himself the father of John Hill’s wife, the plaintiff in this suit with said Hill?” I almost fell out of my seat! I now had not only the maiden name for Sallie (Sarah) Hill, but I also had her father’s name! What a find! In a later deposition I found that Mansfield Crow was John Crow’s son – a brother to Sallie Hill! Even more interesting – this brought to life the fact that my paternal grandmother and grandfather’s lines went back to a common ancestor – they had the same great-great-great-grandfather – John Crow!
Another interesting fact – Zachariah Green, who also gave a deposition, was father-in-law to Mansfield Crow, married to Lena Green.
Back to the court case! It is almost insignificant after all those findings! John Hill brought John Bryant to court because Hill bought 100 acres of land from Bryant and said the land laid off was less than that amount. After all the depositions, answers, notifications, etc., it was the opinion of the court that what was laid off was not the correct amount. John Bryant had to run the course of the 100 acres according to the Table of Explanation which contained a diagram and express directions. This land was on Sugar Creek, where John Hill then lived. Sugar Creek was the area in which the feud began – but that is almost thirty years later – and another story!
The Maryland-Kentucky Catholic Reunion, was held June 28-30, 1996, at St. Charles parish hall in St. Mary, Kentucky. My birthday weekend. Our very first genealogy convention of any kind. What a blast! I met so many people – most of whom had been researching far longer than I. I still have my name badge with my eight families displayed – Montgomery, Dillehay, O’Bryan, Smith, Carrico, Gates, Spalding and Yates. The ancestors from all these families made the trek from Maryland to Kentucky in the last few years of the 18th century. These pioneers came to the counties of Marion, Nelson and Washington in Kentucky. Most of my ancestors came from Charles County and St. Mary’s County in Maryland.
Since it was our first convention, and Ritchey didn’t know as much about the family lines, I worried he may get bored. How wrong that proved to be! Registration started at 9:00 a.m. on Friday and we were one of the first in line. He may not have known the family lines at that time, but he can talk to anyone! They put him to work and he manned the pre-registration table on Friday and Saturday – talking to everyone he came in contact with! That he does very well!
Friday evening a “Welcome Home to Marion County” reception was held at St. Augustine Parish Gym. It was hosted by the Lebanon/Marion County Chamber of Commerce. We were treated to a premiere of a 41-minute video, “Maryland Pioneers at Home in Kentucky”, produced especially for the event. The tape included beautiful photography of landscape and landmarks, and were available for purchase.
Saturday was another day of research and talking with others about the different families. The tables were divided into family names and everyone who was researching Carrico’s sat together and shared information. Of course, people were milling around, staying at one table a few minutes, then going on to their next family. Thomas Montgomery had boxes and boxes of information on the Montgomery family and I copied everything I could! He was a goldmine of information for me. I was able to help several people with their O’Bryan and Linton lines.
Sister Mary Louise Donnelley was there. I purchased one of her books – William Elder. There were about 25 vendors that attended.
The event banquet was held Saturday night. I still remember the food! I can honestly say (and not with prejudice just because I am originally from Marion County) the food was the best of any convention I’ve attended! Marion County is the country ham center of Kentucky – their festival being Country Ham Days held the last weekend in September. So naturally we had country ham, fried chicken, corn pudding, salads, luscious desserts – so much to eat! Dr. Thomas Clark, the then 93-year-old Kentucky’s Eminent Historian Laureate, was the keynote speaker at the banquet. He told an appreciative audience that the area known as the Catholic Holy Land, parts of Marion, Washington and Nelson counties, “has never been sufficiently exploited. There is a certain English charm about it,” he said.
Sunday morning a special Mass was held at St. Charles Church with a luncheon following. One final time for chats and exchange of information – along with addresses.
I would encourage anyone interested in genealogy to attend a convention – whether it is a local, state or national convention. Meet people, talk about your families and share information. You make good friends that will last a lifetime, and generally add a few more branches to your family tree!
How much does our childhood really influence us? What parts and pieces are so important to us that they become a fixation? This willow tree is mine.
When I was a child I loved going to my paternal grandparents. Even more I loved staying there! We awoke in the morning to a rooster crowing, the smell of bacon frying on my grandmother’s wood stove, homemade biscuits in the oven, jellies and jams she canned, and eggs any way you wanted them. Everyone called her Mom. She was a marvelous cook. Everything was made from scratch – she didn’t know what it was to buy a packaged product.
After breakfast my grandfather would take us up the little hill to the barn. Blackberries grew on the fence, strawberries in a patch above the barn. The garden was full of tomatoes, green beans, potatoes, carrots – everything you can imagine.
And then we would play – and Pap would bring his chair out and watch us. At that time you didn’t have to worry about child abduction – it was just a pleasure to him to see us have a good time. I have never felt so loved.
This willow tree was our favorite spot to play. The branches brushed the ground. We divided the area into rooms for our house. Sometimes we would swing on the branches. We gathered the grass clippings and made the outline of a house – complete with inner rooms, doors and windows.
But the willow tree was special. It ingrained itself into my memory. All those branches, all those leaves. The stories Pap told me while sitting on the arm of his chair will be memories forever – his first glimpse of Mom, the births of his children, driving a school bus, his red hair. For years I sat and listened, and took in what he said. Not only the stories themselves, but the essence of family, the importance of family.
I was 16 when Pap died. It nearly broke my heart – and I still tear up when I think about it. But I took that legacy from him and started my research. He is the reason I am where I am today with my genealogy. He made me realize that each and every person on that family tree is important – whether they lived one day or one hundred years. Pap and the willow tree – my passion has deep roots.
Note by Phyllis Brown: Alice Linton was known as “Auntie” to my mother. Not that she knew her – mom was four when she died. I’m sure she remembers stories her grandmother told about her sister Alice.
My mother has “Auntie’s” table – a small 2 foot by 2 foot table that will one day be mine. I plan to make it my tea table for enjoying an afternoon pot of Earl Grey and a scone – while fondly remembering my Linton ancestors.
Alice Clark Linton never married – she lived with her bachelor brother, John Edgar Linton, until his death in 1919, then continued on in the same house until the fall that broke her hip.
The Springfield Sun, October 31, 1935
INJURY IS FATAL TO MISS LINTON
Aged Resident of This City Died At Home of Her Sister In County This Morning From Effects Of Broken Hip
Miss Alice Linton, age 80 years, died at ten o’clock this morning at the home of her sister, Mrs. R. L. Montgomery, on Willisburg Road of complications resulting from a hip fracture, received in a fall at her home in this city two weeks ago. She was taken to a Lexington Hospital for treatment but was brought to the Montgomery home one week ago today, having failed to respond to treatment. She had been in a state of coma for several days and her death had been expected momentarily.
Miss Linton was a daughter of Edward and Catharine Taylor Linton and was born and spent most of her life in this county, though living for some time in Marion County. She had been living in this city during the past nine years.
Miss Linton is survived by an only sister, Mrs. Montgomery, and the following nephews and nieces: Mrs. Rue Carrico and Miss Margaret Montgomery, this county; Mrs. G. B. Goodrich, Lexington, and Robert and Edward Montgomery, this county. She also leaves 8 great nephews and nieces.
Funeral services for Miss Linton will be held at the Baptist Church in this city, of which she was a devout member, at two o’clock Friday afternoon, wit the Rev. J. N. Binford in charge. Interment will be in the family lot in Pleasant Grove Cemetery.