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Thursday, July 7, 2011

Aunt Scalped by Indians and lived; genealogy records...

Hi there, as many already know, I am totally fascinated by genealogy (my heritage'....some good...some hilarious....some very, very horrible).... And just like everybody else on earth, I have four grandparent's linages to trace down and with the help of two awesome experts (my nieces) in this field of genealogy being Mormon---(the top of world genealogical research) it is even more rewarding to have this hobby in my retirement years.

I am so blest to enjoy awesome true stories that are printed in archives of American and Texas History and I hope this will inspire YOU to try to research your own family well as Record your present day family events and stories. Your future grandchildren and relatives will LOVE reading YOUR personal writings/stories....just as I am humbled, honored and mystified by the bravery, wisdom, strength, courage and love by each and every relative that I come across through the awesome 'pages of time'.

I was recently asked to 'blog' the following true story about one of my Aunt's,
BARBARA CULP-McKinney, Scalped by Cherokees as a young Mother and lived.
Women of the United States Revolutionary War -- Records/book
To : "Gloria Helleson" From Neva’s research….
Subject : Your long ago Aunt with a legend

Barbara Culp/Kulp - McKinney, daughter of my Great Grandfather Casper Culp born Germany in 1716 immigrated to the USA Carolina’s. Barbara had 7 siblings, John b 1750 NC(our GF), Benjamin, Henry, Agustine, Mary, Margaret, Catherine, (Barbara was youngest in family)
Attachment : BarbaraCulpMcKinneyWEB.jpg (0.08 MB)

Life On The Frontier
The Story Of Barbara Culp McKinney
Indian Territory
Chester District, South Carolina-----1761
Barbara Culp McKinney's grave at Burnt Meeting House Church Cemetery, Chester Co., SC.

I became obsessed in learning more about our descendants before James Patrick, the private tutor of Mrs. Anna Morrison (Stonewall) Jackson. What I found was absolutely fascinating.
They came across the “big water” from Ireland, England, Scotland, and Germany. Their names were Kolb (Kolb’s Farm on the Kennesaw Mtn. Battlefield), Culp (Culp’s Hill at Gettysburg), Abendschon, Adams, Banks, Bell, Benton, Chileab, Hamilton, Ferguson, Ferris, Abendschon, Bailey, Hyatt, Ivey, Jordan, Lawrence, Leighton, Lewis, Mayer, Morton, McFadden, Mumforde, Nunnery, Patton, Partridge, Pollock, Price, Ringgold, Schumacker, Simpson, Smith, Stubbleson, Tribble, Vaughan, Waite, Waters, White, Williams, Winston, and Woodson. They also came from America. Yes, I said America, Cherokee Indian to be exact, from our McDaniel line.

In our family tree have three veterans of the French-Indian Wars, eleven in the Revolutionary War (one was a Tory), two in the War of 1812, two in the Mexican War, and one hundred seventy-four in the Civil War. They range from privates to Generals. Most survived their respective wars, but many did not. Life on the frontier was hard in those days.

But the one person, out of all those frontier men, that I found the most intriguing was not a man…but a woman named Barbara Culp McKinney, my 5th Great Aunt. This is her true story as written in the book “Women of the American Revolution.”

The little settlement of white settlers had spread over the rich lands on Fishing and Rocky Creeks, the dwellings being gathered into clusters, of which there were some three or four within a short distance of each other. Not a great way from Steel’s and Taylor’s Forts was another settlement consisting of a few families, among which were those of William McKenny and his brother James. These lived near Fishing Creek.

In the summer of 1761, sixteen Indians, with some squaws of the Cherokee tribe, took up their abode for several weeks near what is called Simpson’s Shoals, for the purpose of hunting and fishing during the hot months. In August, the two McKennys being absent on a journey to Camden, William’s wife, Barbara, was left alone with several young children.

One day she saw the Indian women running towards her house in great haste, followed by the men. She had no time to offer resistance; the squaws seized her and the children, pulled them into the house, and shoved them behind the door, where they immediately placed themselves on guard, pushing back the Indians as fast as they tried to force their way in, and uttering the most fearful outcries.

Mrs. McKenny concluded it was their intention to kill her, and expected her fate every moment. The assistance rendered by the squaws, whether given out of compassion for a lonely mother, or in return for kindness shown them, --proved effectual for her protection till the arrival of one of the chiefs, who drew his long knife and drove off the savages.

The mother, apprehending another attack, went to some of her neighbors and entreated them to come and stay with her. Robert Brown and Joanna his wife, Sarah Ferguson, her daughter Sarah and two sons, and a young man named Michael Melbury, came in compliance with her request, and took up their quarters in the house.

The next morning Mrs. McKenny ventured out alone to milk her cows. It had been her practice heretofore to take some of the children with her, and she could not explain why she went alone this time, though she was not free from apprehension, it seemed to be so by a special ordering of Providence.

While she was milking, the Indians crept towards her on their hands and knees; she heard not their approach, nor knew anything till they seized her. Sensible at once of all the horror of her situation, she made no effort to escape, but promised to go quietly with them. They then set off towards the house, holding her fast by the arm. She had the presence of mind to walk as far off as possible from the Indian who held her, expecting Melbury to fire as they approached her dwelling.

As they came up, he fired, wounding the one who held Mrs. McKenny; she broke from his hold and ran, and another Indian pursued and seized her. At this moment she was just at her own door, which John Ferguson imprudently opening that she might enter, the Indians shot him dead as he presented himself.

His mother ran to him and received another shot in her thigh, of which she died in a few days. Melbury, who saw that all their lives depended on prompt action, dragged them from the door, fastened it, and repairing to the loft, prepared for a vigorous defense.

There were in all, five guns. Sarah Ferguson loaded for him while he kept up a continual fire, aiming at the Indians wherever one could be seen.
Determined to effect their object of forcing an entance, some of the savages came very near the house, keeping under cover of an outhouse in which Brown and his wife had taken refuge, not being able on the alarm, to get into the house.

They had crept into a corner and were crouched there close to the boarding. One of the Indians, coming up, leaned against the outside, separated from them only by a few boards, the crevices between which probably enabled them to see him. Mrs. Brown proposed to take a sword that lie by them and run the savage through the body, but her husband refused; he expected death, he said, every moment, and did not wish to go out of the world having his hands crimsoned with the blood of any fellow creature. “Let me die in peace”, were his words, “with all the world”. Joanna, though in the same peril, could not respond to the charitable feeling. “If I am to die”, she said, “I should like first to send some of the redskins on their journey. But we are not so sure we have to die don’t you hear the crack of Melbury’s rifle? He holds the house. I warrant you, that redskin looked awfully scared as he leaned against the corner here. We could have done it in a moment.”
Mrs. McKenny, meanwhile, having failed to get into her house, had been again seized by the Indians, and desperately regardless of here own safety, was doing all in her power to help her besieged friends.

She would knock the priming out of the guns carried by the savages, and when they presented them to fire would throw them up, so that the discharge might prove harmless. She was often heard to say, afterwards, that all fear had left her, and she thought only of those within the building, for she expected for herself neither deliverance nor mercy. Melbury continued to fire whenever one of the enemy appeared; they kept themselves, however, concealed, for the most part, behind trees or the outhouse.

Several were wounded by his cool and well-directed shots, and at length, tired of the contest, the Indians retreated, carrying Mrs. McKenny with them. She now resisted with all her strength, preferring instant death to the more terrible fate of a captive in the hands of the fierce Cherokees.

Her refusal to go forward irritated her captors, and when they had dragged her about half a mile, near a rock upon the plantation now occupied by John Culp, she received a second blow with the tomahawk which stretched her insensible upon the ground. When after some time consciousness returned, she found herself lying upon the rock, to which she had been dragged from the spot where she fell. She was stripped naked, and her scalp had been taken off. By degrees the knowledge of her condition, and the desire of obtaining help came upon her. She lifted up her head, and looking around, saw the wretches who had so cruelly mangled her, pulling ears of corn from a field near, to roast for their meal.

She laid her head quickly down again, well knowing that if they saw her alive, they would not be slack in coming for finish the work of death. Thus she lay motionless till all was silent, and she found they were gone; then with great pain and difficulty she dragged herself back to the house.

It may be imagined with what feelings the unfortunate woman was received by her friends and children, and how she met the bereaved mother wounded unto death, who had suffered for her attempt to save others.

One of the blows received by Mrs. McKenny had made a deep wound in her back; the others were upon her head.

When her wounds had been dressed as well as was practicable, Melbury and the others assisted her to a bed. Brown and his brave wife having then joined the little garrison, preparations were made for defense in case of another attack’ the guns were all loaded and placed ready for use, and committing the house to the care of the Browns, Melbury sallied forth, rifle in hand, and took to the woods.

He made his way directly, and as quickly as possible, to Taylor’s Fort at Landsford. The men there, informed of what had happened, immediately set about preparations for pursuing the treacherous Indians who had thus violated the implied good faith of neighbors by assailing an unprotected woman.

The next morning a number of the, well armed, started for the Indian encampment at the shoals. The Cherokees were gone; but the indignant pursuers took up the trail, which they followed as far as Broad River. Here they saw the Indians on the other side, but did not judge it expedient to pursue them further, or provoke an encounter.
 In the meantime William McKenny had reason for uneasiness in his absence from home; for he knew that the Indians had been at the shoals some time, nor was the deceitful and cruel character of the tribe unknown to him. He was accustomed long afterwards to tell of the warning conveyed to him while on his road to Camden; two nights in succession he dreamed of losing his hat, and looking upon this as an omen of evil, became so uncomfortable that he could proceed no further. Taking one of the horses out of the wagon, he mounted and rode homeward at his utmost speed.

Reaching his own house a little after dark, he was admitted by the women as soon as he made himself known. The scene that greeted his eyes was one truly heart-rending; the slain man, John Ferguson, still lay there, and in the same apartment the dying mother and Mrs. McKenny, more like one dead than living, mangled almost past recognition- the blood still gushing from her wounds, and drenching the pillows on which she lay. No fictitious tragedy could surpass the horrors of this in real life.

Days later a group of men from the area trailed the Indians within miles of the Cherokee Nation. One of the men, Thomas Garett, killed the Indian that scalped Mrs. McKinney and actually found her scalp in the Indian’s shot bag hanging on his horse.
The wounds in Mrs. McKenny’s head never healed entirely; but continued to break out occasionally, so that the blood flowing from them stained the bed at night, and sometimes fragments of bone came off; nevertheless, she lived many years afterwards, to age 56, and bore several children. She was at the time with child, and in about three months gave birth to a daughter-Hannah, afterwards married to John Stedman, then living in Tenneesee in 1827. (after husband, Wm. McKenny killed as a Frontier leaders and soldier).

This child was plainly 'birth' marked with a tomahawk and drops of blood, as if running down the side of her face.

The families of McKenny and McFadden residing on Fishing Creek, are descended from this Barbara McKenny; but most of her descendants have emigrated to the West, many in Texas. The above-mentioned occurrence is narrated in a manuscript in the hand-writing of her grandson, Robert McFadden.

Several years later, Barbara would be faced with an equal threat in her life that would test her strength and devotion for her family. For in the near future, the clouds of war would open and pour out eight years of hell.

Once she committed to that war of independence, to retreat was unacceptable, no matter how imposing the task ahead. The mounting investment in her blood, sweat, and tears influenced a final, decisive resolution of the great question of the American independence. Thanks to Barbara Culp McKenny, and others like her, an independent nation was born…
The End
Edward Jordan Lanham
Credits: Ellet, Elizabeth F.; The Women of the American Revolution

Monday, June 6, 2011

Seniors are NOT the cause...;-)

Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for every conceivable, deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary. We know we take responsibility for all we have done and do not blame others. HOWEVER, upon reflection, we would like to point out that it was NOT the senior citizens who took......

The melody out of

The pride out of appearance.

The courtesy out of driving.

The romance out of love.

The commitment out of marriage.

The responsibility out of parenthood.

The togetherness out of the family.

The learning out of education.

The service out of patriotism.

The Golden Rule from rulers.

The nativity scene out of cities.

The civility out of behavior.

The refinement out of language.

The dedication out of employment.

The prudence out of spending.

The ambition out of achievement.

And we certainly are NOT the ones who eliminated patience and tolerance from personal relationships and interactions with others!

And, we do understand the meaning of patriotism, and remember those who have fought and died for our country.

Does anyone under the age of 50 know the lyrics to the Star Spangled Banner

What about the last verse of My Country 'tis of Thee?

"Our father's God to thee, Author of liberty, to Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright,With freedom's Holy light. Protect us by Thy might, Great God our King."

YES, I'M A SENIOR CITIZEN! I can be the life of the party...... even if I can only lasts until 8 p.m. ;-)

I'm very good at opening childproof caps.... with a hammer.

I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.

I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a thing you're saying.

I'm sure everything I can't find is in safe secure place, somewhere. ???

I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, I shake/rattle/roll even when I don't mean to...and I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.

I'm a walking storeroom of facts..... I've just lost the key to the storeroom door...and even IF I could find the one Really wants to hear them!

Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and I think I am having the time of my life!

Please, don't anyone tell me any differently, I really want to enjoy this last run around the track! May you all be blessed, may you enjoy good humor, share it with others. May God bless your life until He allows you to see Him face to face.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

What an Awesome God of Perfection!!! Wow!

What an awesome and orderly GOD!! I think this is sooooo awesome and just have to share it.
For example: -the eggs of the potato bug hatch in 7 days; -those of the canary in 14 days;-those of the barnyard hen in 21 days; -The eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28 days; -those of the mallard in 35 days; -The eggs of the parrot and the ostrich hatch in 42 days. (Notice, they are all divisible by seven , the number of days in a week!)

The lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way for His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life. If you try to regulate your own life, it will only be a mess and a failure. Only the One Who made the brain and the heart can successfully guide them to a profitable end.
God's wisdom is seen in the making of an elephant.. The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the same direction. No other quadruped is so made.
God planned that this animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs. For this reason He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground easily. The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs first. A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first.
How wise the Lord is in all His works of creation!God's wisdom is revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in the number of grains
Each watermelon has an even number of stripes on the rind. -Each orange has an even number of segments. -Each ear of corn has an even number of rows. -Each stalk of wheat has an even number of grains. -
Every bunch of bananas has on its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd number.
-The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to the minute in all kinds of weather. All grains are found in even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified thirty fold, sixty fold, and a hundredfold - all even numbers.
God has caused the flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day, so that Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and those that were closed!Thus the Lord in His wonderful grace can arrange the life that is entrusted to His care in such a way that it will carry out His purposes and plans, and will be fragrant with His presence.

Only the God-planned safe life is successful. Only the life given over to the care of the Lord is fulfilled. Let's all enjoy each and every blessing of Mother Nature and the God of our Creation. He is!!!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Who Among Us Should Lead? Hummm...= )

I thought that the following lesson is sooo great. Life (and God) always has a way of surprising us from time to time. We like to 'think' we know at least a few answers to daily ups and downs...yet sometimes....we just simply 'miss the mark'. I hope you enjoy the following...that it gives you inside, renewed inspirations and a smile to your we all have to contend with life and's surprises...both the bad....AND, thank God, the GOOOD!!!!! = ) Blessings,

A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to dosomething different. He called all the young executives in his companytogether. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO.

I have decided to choose one of you." The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a SEED today - one very special SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO."

One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed.He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. Shehelped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing.

By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have aplant and he felt like a failure. Six months went by -- still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he hadkilled his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing.

Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however, he just keptwatering and fertilizing the soil - He so wanted the seed to grow. A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection.Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened.

Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful -- in all shapes and sizes.

Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back.

"My, what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!"All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front.Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!"When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story.

The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Behold your next Chief Executive Officer!His name is Jim!" Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed.

"How could he be the new CEO?" the others said.

Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow.All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer!"*

The moral of the story....

If you plant honesty, you will reap trust * If you plant goodness, you will reap friends * If you plant humility, you will reap greatness * If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment * If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective * If you plant hard work, you will reap success * If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Highest of Golden Dreams for Miss Potato Princess....;-)

Well, as the story goes...a Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, And finally they got married, and had a little sweet Potato, which they Called 'Yam.'

Of course, they. as the most loving of parents, wanted the very, very 'best' for Yam....after all she was so beautiful, so charming, so talented,....hummm, SO SWEET!!!

When it was time, they told her about the facts
Of life.They warned her about going Out And Getting 'Half-baked', so she wouldn't get accidentally 'mashed', and Get a bad Name for herself like 'Hot Potato,' and
End up with a bunch of Tater Tots .....

Yam said not to worry, 'no Spud' would get Her into the 'sack'.... and Make a 'rotten potato' out of her!
But on the other hand she Wouldn't stay home And become a "Couch Potato" either.
She would get Plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring Cousins.

When she went off to Europe , Mr. And Mrs. Potato told Yam To watch out
For the "hard-boiled"... guys from Ireland ..And the "Greasy" guys from France called the "French Fries". And When she went out West,....To Watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.. After all, didn't she have 'good EYES'

Yam said she would 'stay on the straight and Narrow' And Wouldn't Associate With
Those high class "Yukon Golds", or the ones from the 'other Side of the tracks' who advertise their trade on all The trucks that say, 'Frito Lay.'

Mr. And Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that's Potato University ) so that when she graduated she'd really Be In the Chips. But in spite of all they did for
Her, one-day Yam came home And announced she was Going to marry Tom Brokaw.

Tom Brokaw! Mr and Mrs. Potato were very upset. They Told 'Yam she couldn't Possibly
Marry Tom Brokaw Because he's just.......

*Are you Ready for this?
Are You sure?

OK! Here it is!

*he is just a......just a........justa A ....COMMONTATER!!!!!
(I hope you have a great day...laugh a lot...forget your troubles, share this with someone else ....make their day brighter!) hugs

Friday, January 7, 2011

Apology to followers....

I must make an apology to you....since I started Facebook blog has bombed out. I really don't seem to find time to 'blog' and I used to love doing it. Many of my friends have now pledged that they are going to be 'blogging the 365 days of the year' and I think that is neat...but I can't seem to find time to blog for months at a time. I greatly admire 'blogger' because it is a means of speaking openly and at far more length/depth.... on any given subject than space allowed on Facebook. It's a great way to reach/teach/preach/meet/gripe/snipe whatever. ha ha ....and we LEARN from other people as well. Wow...some good...some great....some er ...err...not so good. ha ha

I love Facebook very, very much...because you can CHOOSE the people that you communicate with each day....while Blogs...are open to any/all types of wierdoes to send comments and virus' if you try to trace their comments. So, for the present....I am 'into' Facebooking to the known friends...not people that I do not know....and occasionally I may come back to blog from time to time. Either way, thank you for stopping by and my prayer is that today is a blessing to you and life bids you the greatest of JOY. This is my wish, my prayer and Glorious Expression! (smile) ;-D