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MSN has been acting the fool all day and just want to see how many of my lists I was bounced off of.
Jack Childers in OKC
International Society of BlackSheep Genealogists
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"I've traveled a long way and some of the roads were not paved"
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WILLIAM CHILDERS b. abt 1865 Richland Co., Oh. married EVALENA FRANCES
ANDERSON b. 4 Sep 1869 Jackson Co., WV and d. 20 Mar 1940 Richland Co.,
Oh.
Source: LDS Ancestral File
Colleen Kitch
GuyCol(a)webtv.net
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58 reminiscences of Old Times
page in these senmi-historic remriniscelnces than
William Turner-Uncle Billy, as he is familiarly
and reverentially called-who, in the spring-time of
manhood, with his young and newly married wife,
in company with several of his neighbors, cut loose
their moorings from the shores of their native land,
Kentucky, and floated out the Barron river into
the Green, and down the Ohio into the Mississippi,
landing at the mouth of the Big Hatchie, in the
n-onth of February, in the year 1827, in search of
a home in a wild, and, to him, an unknown land.
His companions were Parson Resot B. Collins,
Charles Cullin, and two young men named Alanms.
Heading the prow of their keel, with all their earthly
goods, up the HIatchie, they poled away until they
reached a point of high land interesting to look alt.
Dividing in search of a place upon which to locate,
two took to the woods north of the river, and two
south, the fifth remaining with the "women folks"
on the boat.
Billy Turner and Parson Collins took to the
north side, and struck out for the hills, and soon
become lost in the woods. Bogueing about all (lay,
they found themselves, at nightfall, on a high bluff;
overlooking the tops of the tall trees to the north
and west. They stood upon the Cole creek bluffs,
ten or more miles away from their boat, bexwildered
in a wilderness of wild beasts. They brought a halt
to gather in their confused thoughts. Turner proposed that they strike a fire
and Nwait till lmotiviniig.
The Parsonl opposed it, explressilrg his itfears thl-at
they would be eaten up during the lightlt by wild
~i,,
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beasts. The brave-hearted Turner went to work,
however, and gathered dry wood, built a fire and
resolved to spend the night. Tired, and without
food, he rolled himself up upon the ground to
sleep. Hardly had he fallen to sleep, when the
Parson aroused him, saying that he could hear "the
tramp of the wild beasts;" that he could hear
them "snapping and sharpening their teeth;" that
thev would be "eaten up alive before morning;"
that he must get up and they would "watch
together."
Billy, thinking that he ought to pray as -well as
watch, turned over and dropped to sleep again. He
was again aroused from his slumbers by the Parson
saying that he was dying of thirst; that if he
didn't get sonme water soon he would die. What to
do, or where to find water for his frightened, feverished companion, was a
puzzle. Something had to
be done, however, or he would die of fright and
thirst. So he got up and commenced looking
about for water; none could be found, unless it be
under the bluff, which it seemed impossible to
reach. To save life,however, they commenced sliding down, holding on to such
twigs and rough
places as they could feel; they were in utter darkness. Down they went,
however, the Parson ahead,
until they struck the bank of the creek. But how
should he get to the water? The bank was perpendicular. The cane stood thick
and heavy upon the
bank, bending over to the surface of the water.
The only way to get to the water was to slide down
on the cane. So down the Parson crawled on top
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of the bending cane until his burning face came in
contact with the cold water. Reviving from his
fright, and slaking his thirst, his trouble was to get
back from his perilous situation, which he had just
began to realize. His friend Billy could render
him no assistance, nor could he see him, with his
heels cocked up in the air, and his head touching
the water, for the black darkness that reigned
under the bluff. After many efforts and almost
superhuman exertion, the Parson succeeded in
reversing his position, and getting his head up, he
pulled himself to shore. They got back to the fire
again-how, the narrator says, was impossible to
tell. It was thus they spent their first night in the
Big Itatchie country.
When the morning came, they were at a loss to
know which direction to take to get back to the
boat. From the high bluff the Parson heard a
chicken crow. He became alnlost crazed with delight, and told Billy that it
was his rooster onl the
boat. Taking out his pocket-cormpass, he took the
course. After several hours travel, they reached
the boat, satisfied with the Cole creek hills. Cullen
and one of the Adams boys had come in from their
exploration on the south side, and reported unfavorably.
They went to work and poled higher up, reaching
Childress' landing, where they made fast, and blazed
their way up to the Thompson and Russell settlement. The year after "Uncle
Billy" moved over
and settled on Camp creek; a favorite camping
creek with the Chickasaws, and from which circum
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stance it took its name. For many years he enjoyed
himself with the Indians, when they would come in
on their fall hunts. He has told the writer, that he
has counted as many as thirty deer, brought to their
camp of a morning before the frost had left the
ground. He still resides where he first made his
permanent settlement in Tipton, now Lauderdale,
forty-five years ago. Few men have lived so long
and blameless a life as Uncle Billy Turner; noted
for his many Christian virtues, he is venerated and
esteemed by the community in which he lives, and
highly respected by all who know him.
As a pioneer preacher, Parson Reson B. Collins
proved himself unequal to the task. After a severe
spell of fever, his mind lost its balance, and his
friends prevailed on him to move back to Kentucky,
which he did, after remaining a couple of years.
The man for the times, and suited to the work,
soon made his appearanee in the land, in the person
of Arthur Davis, who, lacking nothing in moral
worth, or physical courage, came with the broad
banner of his Master's kingdom in one hand, and
the broad sword in the other. He came preaching
that, the wolf shall dwell with the lamb-that the
"weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice's
dclen"-that man was born to a " higher and brighter
civilization." Few men knew better how to take
the "bull by the horns," or win to his Master's
kingdom a sinner's soul. Fond of pioneer life, he
gloried in being called to preach in the wilderness.
The writer is indebted to an old fiiend of Reverend
Mr. Davisf for many thrilling incidents, illustrative
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of the moral and physical heroism of the man. In
the early settlement of the country, and before the
building of churches, even with round logs, Mr.
Davis made an appointment that he would preach
pt a certain school-house, on a certain day, in the
vicinity of Denmark. A band of outlaws, living in'the settlement, seeing the
notice sticking up in the
neighborhood, give it out that "no d-d Methodist
preacher should preach in that house," and if Mr.
D. attempted to fill his appointment, they would
give him a sound drubbing. When he came to fill
his appointment, he was informed of the threats,
and advised that his life would be in danger if he
undertook to preach. He paid no attention to their
fears, and heeded not their advice, but went to his
appointment. On reaching the place, he found the
log-house already filled with the anxious and curious of the neighborhood,
and the regulators standing apart with their sticks and clubs, Ile passed
in, and up to the place assigned as a temporary
pulpit. Inclininlg his head as a mark of respect to
the congregation, he paused and surveyed, with a
penetratiuLg eye, every member of the assenmbled
neighborhood. Not a man of them did he know.
Ile opened service, took his text, and preached.
After the service was over, he announced an
apfpointnment, "Providence permitting," to preach at
the same place again, on a stated day named, and
invited the congregation to attend him out in the
grove.
lie passe(l out, as he went in, without turniig his
head to the riguht or to the left, and stopped at a
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stump. Taking off his hat and coat he laid them
upon the stump, and then, turning to the assembled
neighborhood, asked if there was present a member
of any church, and paused for a reply. A gentleman stepped forward and
replied that he had been
a member of the Presbyterian church. "That will
do, sir; thank you," said Mr. Davis. " I have a wife
and one child. Her name is Drucilla. She lives at
a certain place "-here giving such directions that
he could not fail to find her. "I want you to promise, by the vow you took
when you joined the
church, that if anything should happen to Arthur
Davis to-day, by which he should never see her again,
that you will tell her how it happened, and all about
it. Now, Mr. Regulators," turning to a clunmp of
men who were standing apart from the crowd, "I
am ready for you. Come one at a time, and I'll
show vou who Art. Davis is." They looked at one
another, and then at the preacher. "Don't keep me
waiting," says he. "You have made your threats
that no d-d Methodist preacher should preach in
that house," pointing to it. "I am a Methodist
preacher, and I have preached in it, according to
my appointment. I am now ready to meet you,
according to your appointment, one at a time, and
you will make the acquaintance of Art. Davis."
The leader of the band threw down his club,
walked up to the brave-hearted Davis and offered
him his hand saying: "Mr. Davis, you are my sort
of man; I like you, sir; you shall preach here whenever it mlay please you to
do so, and I will see you
do it in peace. You are the preacher for me."
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64 Reminiscences of Old Times'With that the neighborhood gathered around him,
introducing one another, until he had made the personal acquaintance of every
one present. He was
ever after that a welcome preacher in the neighborhood.
Not long after that, a camp-meeting was being
held near Denmark. Mr. Davis was, with other
preachers, in attendance. It was a customn, in the
early days of camp-meetings held in the Big Hatchie
country, to organize a police to preserve order on
the ground, and to keep out stragglers. During the
progress of the meeting a half dozen or more rowdies and desperadoes, being
instigated by a wild
spirit and bad whisky, got up a fuss, which threatened to break up the
meeting. The police, or guard,
as they were then called, succeeded in arresting all
of the disturbers, save one, who defied the guard
and the whole camp-meeting. He had backed himself in between two tents, and
he was protected in
the rea.r by another tent. The passage-way to him
was just wide enough for one man to pass in.
There the desperado had taken refuge, brandishing
his bowie-knife, and threatening death to any one
who dared put his hands upon him. Mr. Davis,
hearing of the difficulty, quietly remarked that he
would go and take him. Approaching the crowd
which had assembled in front of the desperate man
with his bowie-knife, he at once comprehended the
work to be done. Reaching the entrance to the
passage-way in which the desperado stood, with his
glistening blade in hand, he turned to the by-standers and asked that they
would make him two pro
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rnises, to which they assented. "Then," says he,
"you will promise nle, first, if I am killed, that you
will see that my wife Drucilla and the children are
cared for; and you will promise me, second, that
you will hang that devil," pointing to the desperado, "upon yon limb,"
pointing up to a suitable
limb for the purpose. Tuniing to the outlaw he
quietly said: "Now, sir, you are nmy prisoner." No
sooner did he make the first firm step toward himl
than the outlaw threw down his knife, advanced,
and meeting him, said: "Parson Davis, you are the
only man alive that can take me. I am your prisoner." The meeting progressed
without further
disturbance.
Few men possessed the personal courage of Mr.
Davis. His earnest and firm personal bearing iwas
as an array of sharp steel, wrhen directed towards an
offender. The power of his imoral influence over
the wicked was mlarked with equal success. The
boldness with which he a-gserted his right to talk to
sinners was happily illustrated at a camp-meeting
held near Brownsville. The good work was goilg
on swimmingly; the mourner's bench was filled,
and gave promise of the conversion of many souls.
Mr. Davis, in passing along, administerillng to tlheir
troubled souls, came to an ol01 and hardened sinner,
a gentleman of his acquaintance. He saw that he
was "under conviction." Laying his heavy hand
upon his shoulder, lle said, in a loud and strong
voice: "Pray! pray hard; pray with all your milld,
rnight and soul. You are a mnoving, breathing mass
of putrefac(tion. Pray with all your minld and
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strength, for you are the very butt-cut of sin." The
power and force of his language struck the old sinner with such terror as to
his situation that he slid
from the bench into the straw, and wrestled. with
the devil until he triumped. Such was the power
and force of character of the best pioneer preacher
that ever filled an appointment in the Big iIatchie
country.
The first school-house in Tipton,north of Hatehie,
was built in 1827, in the Thompson settlement, and
old man Larkin Gaines was the first schoolmaster.
The writer, with Dr. Jacob N. Wardlow, now the
Clerk and Master of the Chancery Court of Lauderdale, and Sam. A. Thompson,
Esq., the present
Chairman of the County Court of Lauderdale, were
samong his first pupils,
Rather long but, worth while. There are mistakes , being I used an ocr
program to convert .tif to text but I believe , one can get the gist of the
material. in 2 parts
Print Source: Old times in west Tennessee.
Williams, Joseph S
2 p.l., 295 p. 20 cm.
Memphis, Tenn.,
W. G. Cheeney,
1873.
52 Reminiscences of Old Times
CHAPTER III.
Neighborhoods Forming-Thomas Durham, Founder of
Durhamville-Johnny Branford- Thomas ThompsonEsq.,D. C. Russell —The First
Frame House-Jacob
Niswanger-William Murphey, the Hatter, and his
Black Snakes —Joseph Wardlow-Stephen ChildressThomas Childress- William
Turner and Parson Collins
- Their First Night in the Big Hatchie Country-Arthur
Davis, the Pioneer Preacher-First School-house' in
Tipton North of Hatchie — Old Man Larkin Gaines, the
First Schoolmaster.
THE succeeding and following year witnessed the
rapid settling up of the country north and northeast of us. Neighborhoods had
begun to form; the
schoolmaster and the preacher had found their
way in the land. Thomas Durham, who was our
first militia Colonel in Tipton, north of Hatchie,
founded a settlement on the high hill, where the
village of Durhamville, which took his name, now, stands. Honest Johnny
Bradford found his way
from Illinois, and settled below Durham's, on the
head waters of Williams' creek, where he spent his
last and best days.
Thomas Thompson and the Russells moved in
from North Carolina, and settled on the waters of
Fisher's and Garner's creeks, and became the nucleus
of the settlement north of Williams' creek. David
C. Russell had built the first framed. house in
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Tipton north of HIatchie; it was built in 1827
by the two young Adams, who came to'the settlement with William Turner and
Parson Collins.
The two young men (brothers) sawed out with a
whipsaw the lumber with which they built the
house-the whipsaw, for many years, supplied all
the lumber that was used. The Gillilands came in
from Pennsylvania a few years after, and purchased
the house of Russell, and built a mill on what was
then called Fisher's creek, which afterwards was
called Gilliland's creek, by which name it is yet
known. They established the first store of any note
in Tipton north of Hatchie; men of enterprise and
business tact, they established the first store on
"Hurricane Hill," and contributed largely to the
interest and prosperity of the neighborhood.
Thomas Thompson was the first magistrate in
Tipton north of Hatchie, and a member of the
County Court for many years. A worthy and most
excellent good citizen, he ever maintained the
dignity and high respect due his court, by which he
was enabled to command the respect and aid of all
good citizens in quelling an outbreak, which rarely
failed to occur on all public occasions.
The writer remembers to have heard related an
amusing a-count of the way the law was executed
in those days. The'Squire usually held his courts
on Saturdays. At the same time and place it was
usual for the settlement to arrange for a "shootingmatch." While his court
was in session, a fight
grew up between Joe Seahorn and another neighbor. The'Squire ordered that the
offending parties
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be brought before him.;Seahorn, who was guilty
of the assault and battery, took to bis heels, when
he saw the officer coming; finding that le would be
overtaken, he took a tree, and up it he went to the
top. The officer commanded that he come down;
he defiantly refused, and dared the officer to "come
up and take him." Thinking himself safe, he
crowed like a cock upon his tallest perch. The
officer, resolute and fertile of expedients, sent for an
axe -oIe was close at hand with which he went to
work to cut him down. When the tree began to
crack and show signs of falling, Joe began to think
the matter getting serious, and hallooed out to " hold
on," that he "surrendered," that he would come
down. The officer hallooed back for him to "hold
on," that the tree would soon be down, and whacked
away. Joe could stand it no longer. When the
tree began to crack and shake, down he slid, striking the ground as the tree
left the stump. The
officer, with hill posse, seized him, and marched
him up before The'Squire, who ordered that he be
held in close confinement until the shooting-match
was over. The officer, wishing to take his chance
at shooting for a quarter of beef, and there being
no strong place at hand in which to confine the
prisoner, sought a cart body which lay Convenient,
and put him under it, and with the aid of the bystanders, brought a heavy log
and weighted it down;
thus Joe was kept closely caged until the shootingmatch was over. The other
party was let off with
an apology on his part, and a reprimand from the
court.
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Contemporary with the settlements on Williams'
and Fisher's creeks, Captain Stephen Childress
settled if the thick woods six or more miles below,
on a creek, which took his name, where lie opened
a large plantation. The Captain lived but a few
years. His widow, who Was the sister of Thomas
H. and Jesse Benton, with a large family, survived
lim many years. Thomas Childress, son of Captain Stephen, with his beautiful
young wife, settled
in the woods near his father's the same year. He is
yet living near where he first settled, and is, I
believe, the only surviving Childress of the old (stock. He yet maintains,
under the weight of
many years, an elastic step and the dignity of his
race.
The year following, old man Jacob Niswanger, and
his son-in-law, Joseph Wardlow, moved in from
South Carolina, and opened up a large plantation
on Garner's creek. The same year, and from the
same State, came' old man Larkin Gaines, and his
sons, Pendleton, Powell and Abner. Few "'newcomers" contributed more to the
interest and
advancement of the settlement, than Niswanger and
Waldron. The old man Jacob, a man of many
eccentricities of character, was a genius with all.
Everything needed or useful in the economic management of his affairs bore
marks of his handiwork. By his probity and industry he amassed a
fortune. A hatter by trade, he kept up his shop as
long as he lived. He brought old man Murphey
with him from South Carolina, who was long noted
for being the best maker of hats in West Tennessee,
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William Murphey had his idiosyncrasies. Those
of us who knew him when we were boys yet
remember him and his black snakes with an amusing interest. The only instance
known of the
snake's being cultivated and utilized is perhaps
due to William Murphey, the hatter. he found
them better mousers than the house cat, and introduced them into his shop for
the protection of his
furs and newly made hats. On a warm sunshiny
day, you would see them coiled up in every crack
and nitch in his shop, with their black eyes glistening
like so many newly opened chinquapins. They
kept his shop free of rats and mice. It is human
to be afraid of snakes. They answered him a good
purpose in keeping away the meddlesome boys.
An amusing as well as a thrilling incident occurred
to the old gentleman soon after he arrived in the
settlement. He had strolled out one day in the
"new ground" on a snake hunt. He soon scared up,
in the thick brush, a monster black snake, and made
for it. The snake being pressed hard for a hiding
place, took to a hole in the end of a hollow pole.
He carefully stopped up the entrance to the hollow,
and shouldering it, he started for the shop. He
had gone but a short distance, when he began to
experience a choking sensation; the snake had
found his way out at another hole, and thrown himself around the old hatter's
neck. It being a large
and powerful snake, he was unable to extricate
himself. With difficulty he was able to call for
help. Luckily several Negro men were at work
close by, who, discovering the perilous fix the old
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man was in, ran to his relief. It was only with
their knives that they could prevent strangulation,
by cutting the monster loose. The old gentleman
was very thankful for the timely help, but sorely
regretted to lose so fine a rat-catcher.
Joseph Wardlow built his first house at the big
spring, forming the head of Garner's creek, and
afterward made his permanent settlement below his
father-in-law's, near the same creek, where he
resided until the county of Lauderdale was formed
in 1836, when he fixed his residence at Ripley, the
newly located county site, building the first house
in the place. He continued his residence in Ripley
until his death, which occurred in 1863, in the
seventieth year of his age. His name, long intimately connected and
associated with the rise and
progress of Lauderdale, as among the fathers of
the county, is perpetuated in his noble sons, who, of
the present day, stand among its most worthy and
prominent citizens.
The Fishers, Blackwells, Doctor Abner Phillips,
and others worthy of mention, were contemporary
in the Thompson-Russell settlement.
The settlement to the east and south of Durhamville was formed by Matthew
I'ickett, Johnny
Stone, William Turner, Kent Penic, Estes and
others, many of whose descendants yet cultivate the
land, and reside on the homes of their fathers.
Among those of the pioneer and early immigrant
settlers, whose long and useful life is yet spared to
recount the perils and hardships of pioneer life in
the Big Hatchie country, none is more worthy
In my various cemetery trips, I've noticed in everyone of them the stones all
face west. Anyone know the reason for this?
INDIANA JACK
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Just for the fun of it, has any one else come across any information on any
of these Childers/Childress (I have found spellings both ways). This family,
mine, I've tracked western Ohio with the first record of John being a tax
record in 1798. they lived in the Miami River until the 1830's then most
moved to Lake county Indiana. Anyone have a missing John b. abt. 1775?
Descendants of John Childers
1 John Childers Abt. 1775 - Abt. 1825
.. +Jane ?? 1784 - Aft. 1860
...... 2 John Childers 1797 - 1854
.......... +Ruth Hole
...... *2nd Wife of John Childers:
.......... +Catherine Sheilds 1808 - 1862
...... 2 Elizabeth Childers Aft. 1804 -
.......... +? Williams
...... 2 James Childers Aft. 1804 -
.......... +Mary Griffis Unknown - Unknown
...... 2 Susan G Childers 1807 - 1882
.......... +Clark P. Levalley Abt. 1804 - 1852
............... 3 William "Henry" Levalley 1826 - 1913
................... +Lousia Sansbury 1833 - 1911
...... 2 Thomas Childers Abt. 1810 - Aft. 1843
.......... +Sarah Hopkins 1807 - Unknown
............... 3 Elizabeth J. Childers 1833 -
............... 3 ? Childers 1835 -
............... 3 Joseph G. Childers 1837 -
............... 3 George W. Childers 1839 -
............... 3 Susan Childers Abt. 1841 -
............... 3 John Childers 1843 - 1862
...... 2 Joseph G Childers 1815 - 1897
.......... +Sarah Clawson 1818 - 1880
............... 3 Melissa Childers 1844 - 1877
................... +Elias Griesel 1841 -
............... 3 John D. Childers 1846 - 1918
................... +Elizabeth Trump 1857 -
............... 3 Caroline Childers 1847 - 1928
................... +Cyril C. Sanger 1839 - 1895
............... 3 Sarah Jane Childers 1850 -
................... +Fredrick Bowman
............... 3 Ann Elizabeth Childers 1858 -
................... +William W. Sanders
............... 3 Charles F. Childers 1867 -
................... +Martha Ella Davis
...... 2 Harvey W. Childers 1822 - 1898
.......... +Tryphosa Azuba Sanders 1827 - 1909
............... 3 John T Childers 1846 - 1846
............... 3 Victoria Childers 1848 -
............... 3 Manzo W Childers 1851 - 1851
............... 3 Royal O Childers 1856 - 1859
............... 3 Martin Oren Childers 1859 - 1954
................... +Beatrice Evelyn Starkey 1860 - 1928
............... *2nd Wife of Martin Oren Childers:
................... +Emma Byrd 1874 - 1970
............... 3 Nettie Childers 1862 - 1923
................... +David Ross McBeth
...... 2 Phebe Jane Childers 1824 -
.......... +John H. Sanger
............... 3 Adna Sanger 1844 - 1909
...... *2nd Husband of Phebe Jane Childers:
.......... +Ira Babcock 1818 -
............... 3 Sarah Babcock 1843 -
............... 3 Ira S. Babcock 1859 -
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Hi all,
Though I have not had time to view all the information listed on the websites that were posted under tombstone restoration, one little thing caught my attention. This was the repair of broken tombstones using epoxy and setting pins. This is a very simple procedure, but I've seen this done wrong too often, and just had to post a warning.
If you are planning on doing this please read the instructions carefully and remember "Do not use plain steel pins". If the pins get moister around them, they will rust, expand and destroy the stone. Just this weekend, I've seen several old tombstones filled with cracks, busted, and lying on the ground, and they were built with steel pins in the 1800's.
When many of the old Greek and Roman ruins were being excavated in the 1800's, archaeologists discovered that steel setting pins were coated heavily with lead. No one knew why and assumed it was for cost cutting. When it was decided to rebuild many of these buildings in the 1900's, Engineers thought it would be more sturdy to use solid steel pins and not cost cut. As a result, many of the structures are in worse shape today than if they had been left lying on the ground. The lead protected the steel from the moister that was in the air and aloud slight movement during earthquakes.
You can easily coat iron pins yourself if you have the right equipment and are careful. Other coated types of pins can be purchased. The choice of pins you use should be based on the thickness of the stone being repaired and the amount of money you are willing to spend. The epoxy will be doing most of the work; the pins are only there to hold everything in place while it dries. When possible, skip the pins.
Keith Bailey
Indiana Jack,
thanks for the websites for headstone repair. Not everyone knows how to do
it properly and they end up making a mess and sometimes obliterating
essential stuff!
Peggy
While I'm on the subject. I don't know about the rest of the folks on this
list but, I've got a couple of headstones of long past kin that are in pretty
sad shape. The thing is if I don't fix them who will? Most are long
forgotten, I've been the only one to visit them in 50 years or more, I'll
bet. Some that need repair I've seen 2-3 times and guess what they still
haven't repaired themselves. Perhaps many of us don't have have the skills to
repair a stone. But, if you can walk up to the headstone, you have the skill
to at least clean one if needed, Organic--algae, fungi, lichens, mosses
Stains--metallic, oils, etc. Efflorescence (salts) , All of these things can
be murder on a stone over time, slowly eating away until it can't be read any
more. Get to that stone before it is wasted away. Cause if you don't who
will?
Go to the web sites I've given below and check them out for proper methods of
cleaning and repair!
<A HREF="http://www.rootsweb.com/~inpcrp/mortarmixes.html">Click here: John Walters' Mortar Mix Recipes</A>
<A HREF="http://www.rootsweb.com/~inpcrp/repairtoolbox.html">Cemetery Restoration Toolbox</A>
http://www.rootsweb.com/~inpcrp/repairtoolbox.htmlhttp://www.rootsweb.com/~inpcrp/mortarmixes.html
INDIANA JACK
injack1(a)aol.com
<A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/injackcw/">CHILDERS/CHILDRESS RESEARCH CENTER</A> (CIVIL WAR SITE) <A HREF="http://angelfire.lycos.com/in4/injack">CHILDERS/CHILDRESS
CEMETERY DIRECTORY</A>
For some reason I failed to list NV, OH,WV.and VA. but they are now.
INDIANA JACK
injack1(a)aol.com
<A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/injackcw/">CHILDERS/CHILDRESS RESEARCH CENTER</A> (CIVIL WAR SITE) <A HREF="http://angelfire.lycos.com/in4/injack">CHILDERS/CHILDRESS
CEMETERY DIRECTORY</A>
I've added all the USGS sites that have a Childers or Childress Cewmetery,
this the location only however.
INDIANA JACK
injack1(a)aol.com
<A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/injackcw/">CHILDERS/CHILDRESS RESEARCH CENTER</A> (CIVIL WAR SITE) <A HREF="http://angelfire.lycos.com/in4/injack">CHILDERS/CHILDRESS
CEMETERY DIRECTORY</A>
Send your info to be posted
Well I'm at it again. This time I need the assistance of EVERYBODY that reads
this list. If your reading this list you obviously have a Childers or
Childress some where in your line. I'm creating a new web site, a cemetery
directory if you will. Where WE can list our honored ancestors. The more
each of us contribute to this list the better it will become as a reference
for all. So sent me your information and I'll put them on the site. Right now
it's a empty shell just waiting for your input of info., but take a look
anyway. So if you would be so kind as to send me the ancestors,name, state,
county, name of the cemetery, date of birth, and date of dead I'll place them
on the site. Lets all work together, and make this one together! So take a
look as sent your data!===================
INDIANA JACK
injack1(a)aol.com
<A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/injackcw/">CHILDERS/CHILDRESS RESEARCH CENTER</A> (CIVIL WAR SITE) <A HREF="http://angelfire.lycos.com/in4/injack">CHILDERS/CHILDRESS
CEMETERY DIRECTORY</A>
If any one sent's me photos for the Cemetery Project. Which I never thought
for the site. Please sent them in .jpg format this hoosier ain't smart enough
to deal with any other format!
INDIANA JACK
Well I'm at it again. This time I need the assistance of EVERYBODY that reads
this list. If your reading this list you obviously have a Childers or
Childress some where in your line. I'm creating a new web site, a cemetery
directory if you will. Where WE can list our honored ancestors. The more
each of us contribute to this list the better it will become as a reference
for all. So sent me your information and I'll put them on the site. Right now
it's a empty shell just waiting for your input of info., but take a look
anyway. So if you would be so kind as to send me the ancestors,name, state,
county, name of the cemetery, date of birth, and date of dead I'll place them
on the site. Lets all work together, and make this one together! So take a
look as sent your data!===================
http://angelfire.lycos.com/in4/injack
p.s. I done updates on my Civil War site If you havn't been there since
Dec, or Jan.
Indiana Jack
http://www.geocities.com/injackcw/
Searching for information about James Fremont Childers b. 3-20-1836 in North
Carolina (would like to know where) d. 3-18-1878 in Otterville, Missouri.
Married Elizabeth (Betsy) Ann Martin on 11-24-1858 in Yadkin County, North
Carolina. Martin b. 5-17-1840 in North Carolina? They had 6 children
Sylvester Bright b. 2-14-1861 in Booneville, North Carolina
Salena C. b. abt 1863 in North Carolina
Fannie L. b. abt 1868 in Missouri
Mary H. b. abt 1871 in Missouri
Robert H. b. abt 1875
James A. b. abt 1879
I believe that James Fremont Childers father was Jonathon Childress b. abt
1801 in North Carolina and Married Rebecca Woods b. abt 1811.
I would appreciate any help on any of these people.