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this is a sad little tale....but kinda fitting with our genealogy....might
explain WHAT happened to some or OUR people.
<< BUT FOR THIS...
By Lajos Zilahy, published in "The Bedside Esquire," Arnold
Gingrich, Ed., New York: Tudor Publishing Co., 1940.
He didn't stop to wash the turpentine from his hands,
but merely dried them on the rag that was hanging on a nail
behind the door.
Then he untied the green carpenter's apron from his
waist and shook the shavings from his trousers.
He put on his hat and, before going out the door,
turned to the old carpenter who was standing with his back
to him, stirring the glue. His voice was weary as he said:
A strange mysterious feeling had shivered in him
There had been a bad taste in his mouth.
For a moment his hand would stop moving the plane,
and his eyes would close, tired.
He went home and listlessly ate his supper.
He lived at an old woman's, the widow of Ferenz Borka,
in bare little room which had once been a wood shed.
That night on the fourth day of October, 1874 at a
quarter past one in the morning, the journeyman carpenter,
John Kovacs, died.
He was a soft-spoken, sallow faced man, with sagging
shoulders and a rusty mustache.
He died at the age of thirty-five.
Two days later, they buried him.
He left no wife, nor child behind, no one but a cook
living in Budapest in the services of a bank president, by the
name of Torday.
She was John Kovacs' cousin.
Five years later, the old carpenter in whose shop he
had worked, died, and nine years later death took the old woman
in whose shed he had lived.
Fourteen years later, Torday's cook, John Kovacs'
Twenty one years later in the month of March in 1895
in a pub at the end of Kerepesiut, cabbies sat around a red
clothed table drinking wine.
It was late in the night, it must have been three
o'clock. They sprawled with their elbows on the table, shaking
with raucous laughter.
Clouds of thick smoke from vile cigars curled around
them. They recalled the days of their military service.
One of them, a big, ruddy-faced, double-chinned coachman
whom they called Fritz, was saying:
"Once my friend, the corporal, made a recruit stick his
head into the stove..."
And at this point he was seized by a violent fit of
laughter as he banged the table with the palm of his hand.
"Jeez!" he roared.
The veins swelled on his neck and temples and for many
minutes he choked, twitched and shook with convulsive laughter.
When he finally calmed down he continued, interrupting
himself with repeated guffaws.
"He made him stick his head into the stove and in there
he made him shout one hundred times 'Herr Zugsfierer, ich melde
gehorsammst'...poor chump, there he was on all fours and we
paddled his behind till the skin almost split on our fingers."
Again he stopped to get over another laughing spell.
Then he turned to one of the men. "Do you remember,
Franzi?" Franzi nodded.
The big fellow put his hand to his forehead.
"Now... what was the fellow's name..."
Franzi thought for a moment and then said: "Ah . . .
a . . . Kovacs . . . John Kovacs."
That was the last time ever a human voice spoke the name
of John Kovacs.
On November the tenth, in 1899, a woman suffering from
heart disease was carried from an O Buda tobacco factory to
St. John's Hospital. She must have been about forty-five years old.
They put her on the first floor in ward number 3.
She lay there on the bed, quiet and terrified; she knew
she was going to die.
It was dark in the ward, the rest of the patients were
already asleep: only a wick sputtered in a small blue oil lamp.
Her eyes staring wide into the dim light, the woman
reflected upon her life.
She remembered a summer night in the country, and a
gentle-eyed young man, with whom their fingers linked she was
roaming over the heavy scented fields and through whom that
night she became a woman.
That young man was John Kovacs and his face, his voice,
the glance of his eyes had now returned for the last time.
But this time his name was not spoken, only in the mind
of this dying woman did he silently appear for a few moments.
The following year a fire destroyed the Calvinist rectory and
its dusty records that contained the particulars of the birth
and death of John Kovacs.
In January, 1901, the winter was hard.
Toward evening in the dark a man dressed in rags climbed
furtively over the ditch that fenced in the village cemetery.
He stole two wooden crosses to build a fire.
One of the crosses had marked the grave of John Kovacs.
Again two decades passed.
In 1923, in Kecskemet, a young lawyer sat at his desk
making an inventory of his father's estate.
He opened every drawer and looked carefully through
every scrap of paper.
On one was written: "Received 4 Florins, 60 kraciers.
The price of two chairs polished respectfully Kovacs John."
The lawyer glanced over the paper, crumpled it in his hand
and threw it into the wastepaper basket.
The following day the maid took out the basket and emptied
it in the far end of the courtyard.
Three days later it rained.
The crumpled paper soaked through and only this much
remained on it:
". . . Kova . . . J . . . "
The rain had washed away the rest; the letter "J" was
These last letters were the last lines, the last speck
of matter that remained of John Kovacs.
A few weeks later the sky rumbled and the rain poured
down as though emptied from buckets.
On that afternoon the rain washed away the remaining letters.
The letter "v" resisted longest, because there where the
line curves in the "v" John Kovacs had pressed on his pen.
Then the rain washed that away too.
And in that instant forty-nine years after his death
the life of the journeyman carpenter ceased to exist and
forever disappeared from this earth . . . But for this . .
I AM searching for information on JOHN HAWKINS family ?
In or around Pinkneyville,ILL. ( ANY INFO ? )
John (BROWN) was adopted by a Hawkins family around 1939 ?
Adopted close to his birth 1939 in Perry County . (appx. age now 60's)
ANY information would be appreciated ! Thank-You
This is what I received, but no one answers the phone at the library yet.
I'll let you know.
The Library Has all kinds of record, including plat books.
Census and cemetery books, marriage index, newspaper microfilm,
Genevieve Rainey 25,000 card index of early Perry co. inhabitants.
They have volunteers at the library who do look up.
You can donate if you would like.
Their address is: DuQuoin Public Library
28 S. Washington St.
DuQuoin, Illinois 62832
Phone (618) 542-5045
Hope this helps you, Good Luck !!
In a message dated 2/24/1999 11:17:22 PM Pacific Standard Time,
> In case someone responds personally to Cherlynn, I would also like to obtain
> plat maps. Thanks in advance!
RE: FRANCIS & SILKWOOD
Hello.....I am searching for inf. on Dasey V. Silkwood(Perry co.) DuQuoin
she was born approx.1880's. died approx 1960.
She married Bert Francis Of DuQuoin.
Their son Ivan B.Francis was born Aug.6,1901 He married Ethel M. Brown born
oct 28,1925. Searching for Dasey & Bert's Parents names & so
on.any siblings or info. ANY HELP would be appreciated.
They are all burried at I.O.O.F. Cemetery in DuQuoin,Illinois.
they were farmers in DuQuoin. thanks , Lilnugent(a)aol.com
From: Mary Haines <mhaines(a)midwest.net>
Subject: Perry County Illinois
Date: Tuesday, February 23, 1999 6:58 PM
The Du Quoin Public library has the Genevieve Rainey 25,000 card index of
the early Perry Co. inhabitants, and all the microfilm of the Du Quoin
Evening Call Newspapers, and other early Perry Co newspapers, all the
census and cemetery books, marriage index, the IGI, plat books and a
biography file. Volunteers at the library do lookups. The address of the
library is 28 S. Washington St. Du Quoin, IL 62832.
I received this from a friend who got it from another friend, but it is a good
idea for getting in touch with other people researching the same line that we
I received the following little "poem" from a friend who types this on a 3x5
card then puts her name, relationship, snail-mail address and e-mail
address on the back, then laminates it, punches a hole in it and ties it to a
single stem artificial flower and puts it on her ancestor's graves when she is
visiting cemeteries whether those close by or in different states. That way
the next person who might be researching may get in touch with her. I think
this is a great idea.
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
So many years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
another little something ya'all might enjoy and relate to!
Humor only genealogists can appreciate:
My family coat of arms ties at the back....is that normal?
My family tree is a few branches short! All help appreciated
My ancestors must be in a witness protection program!
Shake your family tree and watch the nuts fall!
My hobby is genealogy, I raise dust bunnies as pets.
How can one ancestor cause so much TROUBLE??
I looked into my family tree and found out I was a sap..
I'm not stuck, I'm ancestrally challenged
I'm searching for myself; Have you seen me ?
If only people came with pull-down menus and on-line help...
Isn't genealogy fun? The answer to one problem, leads to two more!
It's 1999... Do you know where your-Great-G. Grandparents are?
A family reunion is an effective form of birth control
A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots
A new cousin a day keeps the boredom away
After 30 days, unclaimed ancestors will be adopted
Am I the only person up my tree... sure seems like it
Any family tree produces some lemons, some nuts and a few bad apples
Ever find an ancestor HANGING from the family tree?
FLOOR: The place for storing your priceless genealogy records.
Gene-Allergy: It's a contagious disease, but I love it
Genealogists are time unravelers
Genealogy is like playing hide and seek: They hide... I seek!
Genealogy: Tracing yourself back to better people
"Crazy" is a relative term in my family
A pack rat is hard to live with, but makes a fine ancestor
I want to find ALL of them! So far I only have a few thousand
I Should have asked them BEFORE they died!
I think my ancestors had several "Bad heir" days
I'm always late. My ancestors arrived on the JUNEflower
Only a Genealogist regards a step backwards, as progress
Share your knowledge, it is a way to achieve immortality
Heredity: Everyone believes in it until their children act like fools=
It's an unusual family that hath neither a lady of the evening or a
Many a family tree needs pruning
Shh! Be very, very quiet.... I'm hunting forebears.
Snobs talk as if they had begotten their own ancestors!
That's strange: half my ancestors are WOMEN!
I'm not sick, I've just got fading genes
Genealogists live in the past lane
Cousins marrying cousins: Very tangled roots!
Cousins marrying cousins: A non-branching family tree
Alright! Everybody out of the gene pool!
Always willing to share my ignorance....
Documentation...The hardest part of genealogy
Genealogy: Chasing your own tale!
Genealogy...will I ever find time to mow the lawn again?
That's the problem with the gene pool: NO Lifeguards
I researched my family tree... and apparently I don't exist!
SO MANY ANCESTORS...........................SO LITTLE TIME!
thought ya'all might enjoy this little poem..was sent from another list.....
THE CENSUS TAKER
It was the first day of census, and all through the land;
The pollster was ready ... a black book in hand.
He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride;
His book and some quills were tucked close by his side.
A long winding ride down a road barely there;
Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting, up through the air.
The woman was tired, with lines on her face;
And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place.
She gave him some water ... as they sat at the table;
And she answered his questions ... the best she was able.
He asked of her children... Yes, she had quite a few;
The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two.
She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red;
his sister, she whispered, was napping in bed.
She noted each person who lived there with pride;
And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside.
He noted the sex, the color, the age...
The marks from the quill soon filled up the page.
At the number of children, she nodded her head;
And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead.
The places of birth she "never forgot";
Was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon ... or not?
They came from Scotland, of that she was clear;
But she wasn"t quite sure just how long they"d been here.
They spoke of employment, of schooling and such;
They could read some .and write some .. though really not much.
When the questions were answered, his job there was done;
So he mounted his horse and he rode toward the sun.
We can almost imagine his voice loud and clear;
"May God bless you all for another ten years."
Now picture a time warp ... its" now you and me;
As we search for the people on our family tree.
We squint at the census and scroll down so slow;
As we search for that entry from long, long ago.
Could they only imagine on that long ago day;
That the entries they made would effect us this way?
If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel;
And the searching that makes them so increasingly real.
We can hear if we listen the words they impart;
Through their blood in our veins and their voice in our heart.
A Special Thanks to Darlene Stevens, For writing such a wonderful Poem
I am searching for the family of JOHN M. WOLF , his wife was
BULLARD. (probally Elizabeth)
They were in Williamson Co, Ill in 1877 , because they had a daughter
BERTIE WOLF born there in 1877.
I believe that JOHN was born in N.C. and LIZZIE in Tenn.(I could be wrong
They were in CUTLER,Ill PERRY Co. in 1898. Can someone check the 1900
Co. Census for me? I would need the household of JOHN WOLF and LIZZIE WOLF.
I would like to know the other children they had , and anything else
be on the Census. I have been looking for Bertie's parents for 21 yrs now
I want ancestors with names like Rudimentary Montagnard
or Melchizenick von Steubenhoffmannschild or Spetznatz Giafortoni, not William
Brown or John Hunter or Mary Abbott.
I want ancestors who could read and write, had their
children baptized in recognized houses of worship, went to school, purchased
land, left detailed wills (naming a huge extended family as legatees), had
their photographs taken once a year -- subsequently putting said
pictures in elaborate isinglass frames annotated with calligraphic
inscriptions, and carved voluble and informative inscriptions in their
I want relatives who managed to bury their predecessors in
established, still-extant (and indexed) cemeteries.
I want family members who wrote memoirs, who enlisted in the
military as officers and who served in strategically important (and well
I want relatives who served as councilmen, schoolteachers, county
clerks and town historians.
I want relatives who `religiously' wrote in the family
Bible, journaling every little event and detailing the familial relationship
of every visitor.
In the case of immigrant progenitors, I want them to
have arrived only in those years wherein passenger lists were indexed by
National Archives, and I want them to have applied for citizenship, and to
have done so only in those jurisdictions which have since established indices.
I want relatives who were patriotic and clubby, who
joined every patrimonial society they could find, who kept diaries, and
listed all their addresses, who had paintings made of their houses, and who
dated every piece of paper they touched.
I want forebears who were wealthy enough to afford, and to keep for
generations, the tribal homestead, and who left all the aforementioned
pictures and diaries and journals intact in the library.
But most of all, I want relatives I can FIND!!!
We have added the photographs and transcriptions
from the Jinkens / Jenkins section of the I O O F
cemetery at Percy, Randolph Co., Illinois.
This was a cemetery in Perry County and was moved
to it's present location in 1974.
The photos and transcriptions are the work of
Jeri Jenkins Beil.
the URL is : http://genweb.net/~hinton/
I have the following information for the Tarry sisters:
William PYLE Sr (son of Capt. John PYLE and Sarah BRASHEAR)
b. Abt 1773 Chatham, NC
m. 12 Jul 1799 Warren co, KY
d. 2 Jul 1832 Perry co, IL
1. William PYLE Jr. b. Abt 1800 Christian co, KY; d. 1875 Dade co, MO; m.
1821 IL to Hannah STANDLEE
2. Elizabeth PYLE b. 26 Sep 1802 KY; d. 27 Apr 1866 Du Quoin, Perry co, IL;
m. Dr. Joseph BRAYSHAW
3. John PYLE b. Abt 1804 KY; d. unknown; m. Matilda TARRY
4. David PYLE b. Abt 1806 KY; d. unknown; m. 6 Dec 1833 Perry co, IL to
5. Abner PYLE Major b. Abt 1809; d. unknown
6. Sarah PYLE b. Abt 1812; d. unknown
7. Octavia PYLE b. Abt 1814; d. unknown
8. Fanny PYLE b. Abt 1816; d. unknown; m. 2 Feb 1837 Perry co, IL to
9. Terrance or Torance PYLE b. 1818 IL; d. unknown; m. Levina _____
10. Louisa PYLE b. Abt 1820; d. unknown
William Pyle was a slave owner but freed his slaves before he moved to
Illinois. He only stayed there a few years because of Indian disturbances,
but returned later and settled in Union co., IL, south of Carbondale.
Several of the ten children of William & Elizabeth Pyle migrated to southern
Missouri about 1850 and before and settled near Dadeville. The first
recorded deed in Perry County, IL was given to William Pyle and wife
Elizabeth. The family moved to Dade County, Missouri after William Pyle Sr.
William Pyle Jr was one of the first ministers in the Christian Church in
Perry County, IL.
Dr. Joseph Brayshaw was the first doctor in Perry County, IL. He arrived in
Illinois in 1822 from England after teaching school two years in Maryland.
He married Elizabeth Pyle, who migrated to Perry County from Kentucky,
following the great earthquake of 1811. He began riding circuit from five
miles west of Old DuQuoin, through Pinckneyville and Mount Vernon. His fee
was money, seedling trees, eggs, over-night lodging for him and horse, or
sometimes nothing at all.
From: RebaGale <reeebie(a)midwest.net>
To: W. Campbell <woodyc(a)ix.netcom.com>
Date: Thursday, February 11, 1999 4:35 PM
Subject: Re: [ILPERRY-L] Andrew Pyle
>Me butting in...............
>Do either of you have Pyle brothers from Perry Co. who married Saletha and
>Matilda Terry. Saletha's marriage was in 1833 and she is shown as "Tarry"
I have information for the Perry county Pyle families. I have the following
data for my ggg grandfather's families. He had one son who was named
Abner Pyle Jr. (son Abner Pyle Sr. and Sarah Wells)
b. 25 Jan 1809, Christian co, KY
m1. not married to Harriet Gray
m2. 29 May 1834 Perry co, IL to Mary Hogue
m3. 19 Sep 1848 St Claire co, IL to Naomi Faris
d. 15 Apr 1901 Madison co, IL
bur. Terapine Ridge cemetery, Madison co, IL
Harriet Gray (daughter of William Gray and Susanna Clarke)
b. 26 Jun 1803 Blythburg, Suffolk co, England
m1. had two out of wedlock children by Abner Pyle Jr.
m2. 9 Oct 1834 Perry co, IL to John Creath
--CHILDREN OF ABNER PYLE AND HARRIET GRAY--
1. Sarah Ann Pyle (twin) b. 12 Dec 1831 Perry co, IL; d. 21 Jul 1913 Jasper
co, MO; m. 24 Aug 1848 Belleville, St. Clair co, IL to George Washington
2. Addison Pyle (twin) b. 12 Dec 1831 DuQuoin, Perry co, IL; d. 19 Apr 1914
Mattoon, Effingham co, IL; m. Cathrine Bradsby
b. 15 Jan 1809
d. 19 Sep 1849
--CHILDREN OF ABNER PYLE AND MARY HOGUE--
1. Andrew Pyle b. 16 Jun 1835 IL; d. 21 Mar 1875 DuQuoin, Perry co, IL; m.
8 Sep 1869 to Barbary Pyle (dau. of Hiram Pyle and Katherine Dry)
2. Mary Pyle b. Abt 1844 St. Claire co, IL; d. unknown
3. William B. Pyle b. Abt 1846 St. Claire co, IL; d. unknown; m. ___
Naomi Faris (dau. of William Faires and Elizabeth Orr)
b. 14 Jan 1815, NC
m1. 13 Aug 1835 IL to John Bradsby
m2. 19 Sep 1848 St. Claire co, IL to Abner Pyle Jr.
d. 17 Sep 1897 North of St. Jacob, IL
bur. Terapine Ridge cemetery, Madison co, IL
--CHILDREN OF ABNER PYLE AND NAOMI FARIS-
1. Martha A. Pyle b. unknown; d. unknown; m. James Thompson
2. Lyman T. Pyle b. unknown; d. unkown
3. Henry B. Pyle b. unknown; d. unkown
OBITUARY: Naomi Pyle, wife of Abner Pyle and mother of William B. Bradsby,
of this city died at her home north of St. Jacob, Illinois, September 17,
1897, aged 83 years, 8 months and 3 days. At the age of twelve years the
deceased came with her parents to this state from North Carolina and located
at Lebanon. She married John Bradsby, August 13, 1835. To this union were
born four children, Frances M., Mary E., John M., and William Bradsby. Mr.
Bradsby died September 14, 1846. On August 19, 1848 Naomi Bradsby married
Abner Pyle. To this union were born three children: Martha A., Lyman T., and
Henry Pyle. Of her immediate family there remain her husband, four children,
two brothers and two sisters (Obituaries and Register of Deaths, copied from
the "Greenville Advocate" 1858-1899, p. 140).
From: apyles <apyles(a)radiks.net>
To: ILPERRY-L(a)rootsweb.com <ILPERRY-L(a)rootsweb.com>
Date: Wednesday, February 10, 1999 7:56 AM
Subject: [ILPERRY-L] Pyles
>Hi my name is Windell Pyles I have been told my gggranfather was born in
>perry county DuQuion Il, I ran across your list and decided to
>I'm looking for information on the sur name Pyles - Pyle/ Especially
>and Andrew Jackson Pyles and his Ancestors
>any help will be appreciated
> Windell Pyles
I don't know if the HOLMAN name has been the subject of research because I am
brand new to the list. Daniel HOLMAN m Polly Exum, 1817, Sumner Co., TN. He
died ca 1829 and Polly remarried, however their children William M., Aaron
Axem and Hardy (may be others) resided in Perry Co., IL. Is anyone else
Thanks so very much.
Linda HOLMAN Swansson
Hi my name is Windell Pyles I have been told my gggranfather was born in
perry county DuQuion Il, I ran across your list and decided to
I'm looking for information on the sur name Pyles - Pyle/ Especially
and Andrew Jackson Pyles and his Ancestors
any help will be appreciated