A good friend, Garwood Linton, entrusted some of the Linton information from his family into my keeping for awhile. This is the information gathered by Adelaide Linton Cartier, daughter of Hugh Walter Linton and Eliza Belfield Garnett. You have heard me speak of the letters written by my great-grandmother, Frances Barber Linton Montgomery, to Hugh Linton. They loved genealogy and family!
In the files in my possession I found a poem written by Maurice Ragland Linton, Sr. Maurice was the son of Benjamin Linton and Florence Vitula Ragland, born in 1898 and died in 1980 at the age of 82. The older I get, the more I realize life is indeed short. This isn’t meant to be a sorrowful post, but one to incite us to live life to the fullest and enjoy our family members while they are here!
This is a great photo of my Aunt Lil and her nursing staff at the Goodrich Nursing Home in Lexington, Kentucky. Aunt Lil, actually my great-aunt, was born Lillian Catherine Montgomery, March 11, 1900 – always easy to remember old she was – in Washington County, the daughter of Robert E. Lee Montgomery and Frances Barber Linton. She married Guy Goodrich in 1933. They had no children, but Aunt Lil devoted her time as a registered nurse, a graduate of St. Joseph Hospital School of Nursing in Lexington. She began Goodrich Nursing Home and ran it with an iron fist. Patients always came first. She was a stickler for cleanliness and demanded superior work from her staff. She was well known in this field, and well loved by those who worked for her.
I have very vague memories of visiting Aunt Lil and Uncle Guy’s home in Lexington – I always thought it very fancy! I particularly remember her plates with pink flowers and green leaves in her china hutch. In later years, after Uncle Guy passed on and she sold the nursing home, she returned to Springfield, in Washington County, and lived near her sister – my grandmother. It was at this point our relationship grew, since the genealogy bug had been handed down to her, from her mother – and also handed down to me from the same, my great-grandmother. As far as I know, we were the only two in the family so obsessed! I would visit her for lunch and we would pore over all the delicate pieces of paper of our ancestors, handed down through the years, and look at those faces in photographs of so long ago. Sometimes I miss her so!
Aunt Lil was rather a roving senior citizen. She would move to Springfield, be there several years; miss Lexington; move there for several years, miss Springfield, and move back. Torn between two worlds. In her last years she lived in a nursing home in Springfield, but acted like she was the one taking care of things. I suppose once a nurse, always a nurse!
Well this is one for the record books – in all the old documents and pieces of paper saved by my great-grandmother, Frances Barber Linton Montgomery, I would never have thought about finding a candling certificate in the bunch! This belonged to her brother, John Edgar Linton, who lived with their older sister, Alice Linton, as bachelor and spinster, until their death.
And you may ask, what is a candling certificate? Even though I knew what it was, I did research to give you a good answer. Eggs were candled for two reasons. One was to check to see if the egg was fertilized, to keep it in the incubator so it will eventually turn into a chicken! In the 1918 edition of the Fannie Farmer The Boston Cooking-School Cook Book, she recommends to ‘Hold in front of candle flame in dark room, and the centre should look clear.‘
The other reason is more in the opposite vein – to make sure the egg isn’t fertilized, to be used for eating – and to make sure the eggs were not bad. The first picture above is a good egg – you can see why you wouldn’t want to eat the last one!
Above you will see an 1918 poster of the breeds of poultry raised by farmers during that time period. I cannot say if my great-grand uncle kept one of these breeds or not.
But he must have had pretty good eggs since out of the fifty he took to Washington County Produce Company on August 17, 1918, only two were refused. Interesting to note that they also purchased butter, hides and furs from local farmers.
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.
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.
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.
Hugh Walter Linton and Frances Barber Linton were cousins – both had a love of family and love of genealogy. Frances was my great-grandmother and I feel she passed that love of genealogy and research directly down to me! I know of no one else in the family who is quite so thrilled to walk through a cemetery or visit a basement full of old wills and marriage records!
Hugh was the son of John Wesley Linton and Emma Adelaide Proctor; the grandson of Benjamin Burkett Linton and Nancy J. Newman; the great-grandson of Benjamin Franklin Linton and Lucy Crewdson; and the great-grandson of Captain John Hancock Linton and Ann Nancy Mason. He lived in Christian County, Kentucky, where he married Eliza “Lydabel” Belfield Garnett. Hugh and Lydabel had 3 children: Hugh Walter, Jr., Mary Adelaide and Frances Garnett Linton.
Frances was the daughter of Edward Edwards Linton and Catherine Elizabeth Taylor; the granddaughter of William Linton and Elizabeth Lyon Moran; and the great-granddaughter of Captain John Hancock Linton and Ann Nancy Mason. She lived in Washington County, Kentucky, where she married Robert E. Lee Montgomery. Frances and Robert had 7 children: Mary Alice, Anna Margaret, Laura Frances, Lillian Catherine, Robert Lee, Edward Linton and Benjamin Montgomery.
I know of at least nine letters written by Hugh to my great-grandmother from October 5, 1934 to February 8, 1945 – I’m sure there were probably more that were not saved. On April 11, 1945, Hugh’s wife, Lydabel, wrote to “Cousin Frances” to inform her of Hugh’s death on March 21. Frances died in August of that year. Their fascination with family history lasted until the very end! This one was written November 18, 1941 – after a visit from Hugh and family to Frances and Robert in Springfield.
Dear Cousin Frances,
We arrived home about 5:30 to 6 Sunday afternoon, in good shape and having had a wonderful trip there.
I don’t know which one of us three had the best time; we were all treated to 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 home folks 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 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 family photo has been in my possession for a long time. It was included in my great-grandmother’s genealogy. In trying to research the date of this photo – definitely from the 1860’s – I found one online very similar dated 1863-1864. If you notice the photo is a CDV – carte-de-visite – a small, 2.5 x 4 inch photo. The double gold edging – one strip a little larger than the other – is very indicative of the 1860’s time period. What is a little more unusual is the photo looks to be on another piece of paper/card that is glued to the larger card. In the photo online that I found it had the very same look to it.
This young girl wears a beautiful dress, with a vibrant print. Her hair is in a snood that looks to be made of the same material. Another photo I found online has a collar and brooch very similar to the one in this photo. It is called a stand up collar and was generally closed with a brooch – as in the above photo!
On back of the photo reads – G. S. Mock, Photographer, opposite Meeks’ Hotel, Lebanon, KY.
Now that we have studied the photo, let’s try to identify the subject! Since this was in Frances Barber Linton’s genealogy – my great-grandmother – it must be someone from her family. Frances was born in 1867, after the Civil War, so she is too young to be the girl in the photo. Frances had an older sister, Alice Clark Linton, born in October of 1855, who would be the perfect age to be in this photo. Even though the online photo was dated 1863-1864, it would not be hard to imagine that a photographer in a small town would still use the same materials for photography in 1865-1867, when Alice was 10-12, or possibly a year or so later. Another clue to name Alice as the subject, is that in the 1870 Census of Marion County she and her parents and siblings are living there, having moved from Springfield, Washington County, to Lebanon, Marion County, ten miles away. Edward, 45; Catherine, 40; Alice, 14; Anne E., 8; Francis B., 3; Mary K., 3/12. Edward is listed as a plow maker. Ten years later, in 1880, the family still live in Lebanon, but Edward works in a furniture store. Alice works as a seamstress. Anne E. died in April 1879.
Why have I not thought about this and researched before now? I really can’t say. I have looked at this photo many times and thought I would probably never know who she is. I believe researching and sharing information with you has sharpened my skills, and perhaps by this point my mind is more inquisitive! Or it could be that is was this particular day I was to find Alice Clark Linton in this photo of a young girl at the end of the Civil War!
The above photo is of my great-grandfather, Robert E. Lee Montgomery, sitting in his favorite rocking chair at the age of 86. Beside him is Mary Alice Carrico, shown in her cap and gown, ready for graduation (or perhaps just afterwards!). Mary Alice is my mother’s youngest sister, my aunt. Robert’s oldest child, Mary Alice Montgomery, married Joseph Reuben Carrico. My mother and Mary Alice are the two youngest children of the family.
Robert was born just after the Civil War, September 15, 1865, to William Peter Montgomery and Martha Ann Carrico. He came from a long line of Peter Montgomery’s – from the first who traveled from France to Maryland about 1720 – to his father who was born a few months after his father died during the cholera outbreak of 1833. The first in the family to come to Washington County, Kentucky was Charles Montgomery – Robert’s great-grandfather, son of Peter Montgomery, who was naturalized a citizen in 1740 in Maryland.
Mom told stories of her grandfather, saying he was a rather stern man, and expected everyone to do as he said, but he also had a soft spot. He didn’t like to be kissed, but they would pat him on the cheek, and she said he always smiled at that. When they were visiting, after dinner, he would say, ‘Girls, let’s go out on the porch and watch the cars go by.’ Since they lived out in the county on a rural lane I’m not sure how many cars they would see in one sitting!
Robert ran a dairy farm and milked cows morning and evening. The home was a large farmhouse with large rooms and a wide staircase leading to upstairs – with a second, smaller staircase going upstairs from the kitchen. The boys slept in the back bedrooms and the girls in the front. Mom said the upstairs was usually divided like that during those days.
In the photo my great-grandfather is wearing a long-sleeved white shirt – with cufflinks – you can see them in the photo – a tie and a handkerchief in his pocket. There is not a picture in which he is not dressed in a suit and tie. In one he wears a white coat and pants – and always reminded me of Colonel Sanders (of Kentucky Fried Chicken fame). In my mind he is the ultimate country gentleman! How I would love to have met him, but he died four years before I was born.
Robert E. Lee Montgomery married Frances Barber Linton February 7, 1893. They had seven children – Mary Alice Montgomery, my grandmother, born December 8, 1893, and with her husband Joseph Reuben Carrico had seven children; Anna Margaret Montgomery, born September 18, 1895, who never married; Laura Frances Montgomery, born December 4, 1897, and died at the age of 15 of tuberculosis; Lillian Catherine Montgomery, born March 11, 1900, who married Guy Goodrich, but had no children; Robert Lee Montgomery, born August 17, 1903, who remained a bachelor; Edward Linton Montgomery, born May 17, 1905, who married Louise Parrott and had two children; and Benjamin Montgomery, born October 21, 1908, and died November 7 of the same year.
Robert E. Lee Montgomery, with his daughter, my grandmother, at his right, Mary Alice Montgomery Carrico. I believe two sisters are on his left, and am not sure about the younger women, but sure they must be relatives!
Frances died August 2, 1945. Robert carried on until July 14, 1953. There was a huge birthday celebration the year before – for his 87th birthday! Mom made the cake – two layers with lots of candles and yellow roses with little ribbons!