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 VOL 8

January 2004

     Happy New Year, and a belated Merry Christmas.  Hopefully each of you have had a wonderful time with your families.  I know this year took on a significantly different meaning than ever before.
    For the first time my mother read the Christmas story and prayed over the family. Marking a totally different headship for us.  My father, being the leader all these years, sculpted and prepared mom for the undertaking and she has done marvelous keeping us all together.
    My family consists of one parent now, 8 children and 7 spouses, 8 grand children and 4 grand spouses, 6 great grandchildren, and more extended in-laws mixed in.  Such a varied group of people still coming together to celebrate and renew our lives together.
    We live as far north as Front Royal, Virginia, and as far West as Murfreesboro, TN. One in Montreat, NC, and others in Knoxville.  My mother, brother and I reside in and near Cleveland, TN and make this the central hub for our gatherings.  Since we can still come together to celebrate holidays it creates a tighter union than some families are afforded.
    Since the last newsletter, Guinn and I have moved once more.  We are again living in Cleveland and pastoring the same church as before. The pavilion where we had our first reunion is again available to our disposal and I think another reunion is in order.
    I am continuing to work on the family lines, putting pieces together and learning a lot.  I have had a few correspondences from our Northern cousins, but most communication has dwindled.  I would be ever so grateful if you would take a few minutes to send me a little information.  Each tidbit fits into this puzzle and is so exciting for me when something comes together.  I know it is for you too.  If you have anything that you would be willing to share, please drop me a line. I am waiting for some small piece to finish this “corner” of the puzzle.
     I look forward to hearing from you, please write. 
Connecting the dots…..Anita

Continued from Issue 4 Vol 7. 
Definitions of medical terminology that you might find on death certificates.
Puerperal exhaustion - Death due to child birth
Phthiriasis - Lice infestation
Phthisis - Chronic wasting away or a name for tuberculosis
Plague - An acute febrile highly infectious disease with a high fatality rate
Pleurisy - Any pain in the chest area with each breath
Podagra - Gout
Poliomyelitis - PolioPotter's asthma - Fibroid pthisis - Pott's disease - Tuberculosis of spine 
Puerperal exhaustion - Death due to childbirth
Puerperal fever - Elevated temperature after giving birth to an infant
Puking fever - Milk sickness
Putrid fever - Diphtheria.

Quinsy - Tonsillitis.

Remitting fever - Malaria
Rheumatism - Any disorder associated with pain in joints
Rickets - Disease of skeletal system
Rose cold - Hay fever or nasal symptoms of an allergy
Rotanny fever - (Child's disease) ???
Rubeola - German measles

Sanguineous crust - Scab
Scarlatina - Scarlet fever
Scarlet fever - A disease characterized by red rash
Scarlet rash - Roseola
Sciatica - Rheumatism in the hips
Scirrhus - Cancerous tumors
Scotomy - Dizziness, nausea and dimness of sight 
Scrivener's palsy - Writer's cramp
Screws - Rheumatism
Scrofula - Tuberculosis of neck lymph glands.  Progresses slowly with abscesses, and pustules develop.   Young person's disease

Scrumpox - Skin disease, impetigo
Scurvy - Lack of vitamin C.  Symptoms of weakness, spongy gums and  hemorrhages under skin
Septicemia - Blood poisoning
Shakes - Delirium tremens
Shaking - Chills, ague
Shingles - Viral disease with skin blisters
Ship fever - Typhus
Siriasis - Inflammation of the brain due to sun exposure
Sloes - Milk sickness
Small pox - Contagious disease with fever and blisters
Softening of brain - Result of stroke or hemorrhage in the brain, with an end result of the tissue softening in that area
Sore throat distemper - Diphtheria or quinsy
Spanish influenza - Epidemic influenza
Spasms - Sudden involuntary contraction of muscle or group of muscles,  like a convulsion
Spina bifida - Deformity of spine
Spotted fever - Either typhus or meningitis
Sprue - Tropical disease characterized by intestinal disorders and sore throat
St. Anthony's fire - Also erysipelas, but named so because of affected skin areas are bright red in appearance
St. Vitas dance - Ceaseless occurrence of rapid complex jerking movements performed involuntary
Stomatitis - Inflammation of the mouth
Stranger's fever - Yellow fever
Strangery - Rupture
Sudor anglicus - Sweating sickness
Summer complaint - Diarrhea, usually in infants caused by spoiled milk
Sunstroke - Uncontrolled elevation of body temperature due to environment heat.  Lack of sodium  in the body is a predisposing cause
to be continued in the next issue

IN THE LATE 1700’s

     Charity Wright, dau. of John & Rachel (Wells), was born 11th mo. (Jan) 13, 1744/45, nr Monocacy Creek, Prince George Co., MD.  Charity mar. abt. 11th mo. (Jan) 1762/63, Wateree MH, Newberry Co., SC., Isaac Cook, son of Thomas & Mary (Underwood). Isaac was born 1743, Warrington, York Co., PA.  Isaac died Jan. 15, 1820, Silver Creek, Union Co., IN and was buried in Silver Creek FBG, same county.  Charity died Nov. 13, 1822, Caesars Creek, Clinton Co., OH and was buried in Caesars Creek FBG, Warren Co., OH. Isaac & Charity had eleven children.
     Charity was 27 when she began her ministerial career.  It lasted forty-four years covering most Friends meetings on both sides of the Atlantic.  In October 1797, Charity sailed to England and Europe and was away for five and a half years, her longest time away.  During these times Isaac seems to have raised the family on his own in Bush River, Newberry Co., SC until 1805.  After forty-three years at Bush River they moved to Clinton Co., OH.  As the older children matured, I'm sure they helped with the younger ones.  However, early on, Isaac was on his own.
     During the first decade of Charity's traveling, Isaac Cook's responsibilities as the home keeping partner of an itinerant minister were perhaps the heaviest he experienced in Charity's absences.  When she left home for the first trip to Georgia, Ruth the seventh child was only three months old.  Since Joseph, the oldest child was twelve years old, and Sarah, the oldest daughter, was only ten, Isaac could expect little assistance from his older children in the care of the baby.  So, during the three or four weeks of Charity's absence, Isaac had the full responsibility, and he must have met it satisfactorily. -- Charity Cook - A Liberated Woman, pg. 47, Algie I. Newlin, 1981

Charity's travels also had their moments;     1797

     For one month and five days the storm-battered ship, with its cargo and tortured passengers, pushed its way through the rough seas from New York to Liverpool.  Seasickness, the inevitable result of travel through stormy seas, kept two of the women in their little dark compartments most of the way across the sea.  Charity was not one of them; she was the best sailor of the Quaker group.  As if these burdens were not enough for one voyage, the Severn was boarded twice by men from war vessels, one French and one British; and once, rough men from a French privateer boarded her.
     Martha Routh's account of the voyage seems a constant roll call of misery and danger.  Four days out, she reported that ...we were somewhat alarmed by the appearance of a frigate ...which chased us and fired several times, so the captain lay to ...The captain came on board, examined the ship's papers, and then returned to his own vessel."  A band of rough sailors often made it impossible for these Quaker ministers to have meetings for worship.

     J. Wigham is nearly surrounded by (these) sons of folly.  (They). . . appear to have as little claim on Christianity as most I have met with.  Dear Mary Swett has given them a little counsel, once or twice, which seems to have had no other effect than to raise ridicule.
     October 29, was First Day, and the Friends assembled for worship.  The "sons of folly" tried to take over.  Mary Swett did her best to quiet them, and "soon after, dear Charity Cook appeared in solemn and reaching supplication: she also had something further in close testimony during which time they were quiet."

-- Charity Cook - A Liberated Woman, pgs. 66-67, Algie I. Newlin, 1981

Bob Cooke 2nd source - The Ancestry of Allen Grinnell Cleaver and Martha Irene Jessup -- 172 Allied Families --, William Jessup Cleaver, 1989


(continued from last edition)

     "All manner of people were represented in this crowd, from [the] most grave and noble senators to hotel waiters," wrote Tidball.  (Tidball noted tellingly, however, that he "saw none of the other sex there, except a few huxter women who had driven out in carts loaded with pies and other edibles.")  They pulled up with their carriages much as we do to a Saturday morning soccer game--strewing their vehicles along the roadsides.  Once the shoulders of the road filled, the drivers pulled into the fields behind the battery, hitching their horses to bushes.  All of them made a beeline to Tidball's battery.  "I was plied with questions innumerably," sighed the captain.
     Tidball spent as much time providing commentary as he did commanding his battery that day.  Situated as he was on a secondary front far from the fighting, however, he could do nothing to satisfy his visitors.  "Most of the sightseers were evidently disappointed at what they saw, or rather did not see," recorded Tidball.  "They no doubt expected to see a battle as represented in the pictures."
     The most distinguished of Tidball's visitors was the troika of Senators Wilson, Wade, and Lane. Tidball recorded that all three were "full of the 'on to Richmond' fever"--impatient to see more of the battle than Tidball's overlook offered.  Lane, a Mexican War veteran, was particularly intent, declaring that "he must have a hand in it [the battle] himself."  When someone pointed out that he lacked a gun, he retorted, "I can easily find a musket on the field."  Lane led the trio on foot across the fields toward the Warrenton Turnpike, where a close encounter with battle (a victorious one, of course) seemed more likely.
     Wilson, Wade, and Lane would indeed find a better vantage point--the best available to any of the Manassas spectators, and one available to only a select few.  The senators' cross-country trek would bring them to the Warrenton Turnpike at a spot about a mile east of the more-famous-by-the-minute Stone Bridge over Bull Run.  There, a ridge overlooking the bridge and stream afforded the best view to be had of the battlefield, short of being in the midst of it.  Beyond the bridge, variable crescendos of musketry and artillery fire rolled across the landscape; white smoke rose over the distant battlefield; and occasionally, a skittering line of battle was seen between the white billows.
     During the battle's early hours, only a small knot of civilians had managed to get to this place--a half-dozen reporters, the aspiring politico Taylor, the prominent Ohio judge Daniel McCook, and one of his sons.  (McCook was scion of perhaps the Civil War's most militaristic family; 16 of his kin would serve.)  As word of the Union's morning successes filtered back to Centreville, however, more civilians, like the senatorial triumvirate of Lane, Wade, and Wilson, trickled onto the ridge.  Those who got to the overlook (which is today a huge quarry, hundreds of feet deep) were generally the well-connected and the literate: a half-dozen senators, a dozen representatives, and sundry other scribes and voyeurs, probably not more than 50 in all.  Although these lucky few were but a fraction of the probably 500 civilians who ventured forth that Sunday to watch the battle, these were the men who would write of their experiences and thereby convey as typical an experience that properly belonged to only a few.
     Most of these civilians arrived at the overlook fired by good news and optimism. Judge McCook had been there all day with his son Edwin, his carriage parked only a few hundred yards behind the battle line of the 2d Ohio, in which another of his sons, Charles, toiled as an officer.  While the intensity of events beyond the stream rose during the day, the mood at McCook's outpost was relaxed--so much so that he invited his officer--son Charles to leave his regiment and lunch with him.
     By 4:00 p.m. the politicians had lost most of their inhibitions about involving themselves with military affairs.  Congressman Washburne, who was present on the ridge, even took it upon himself to reconnoiter for Colonel Robert C. Schenck's Ohio brigade at the bridge.  Washburne spotted the enemy, then beseeched Schenck to take a look himself.
     At the Stone Bridge--now in Union hands--New York Herald correspondent Henry Villard frantically asked directions to McDowell's headquarters.  No one could tell him, and the journalist watched in some puzzlement as the tide of blue-clad refugees along the Warrenton Turnpike grew.  After 20 minutes, Villard spotted a familiar staff officer, and repeated his query for McDowell.  "You won't find him," came the shocking response.  "All is chaos in front.  The battle is lost.  Our troops are giving way and falling back without orders.  Get back to Centreville."
Not far from Villard and Washburne, Congressman Ely had likewise "strolled down the road" for a better look.  When he had gone about 100 yards, a bullet struck the ground near him. The congressman dodged out of the road and found refuge with some others behind a tree, frozen, as he admitted, "from fear of being shot if I moved."  How long he remained there, he was unable to say. But it must have been nearly an hour--long enough for the situation around him to change dramatically.
     About 5:30 p.m., Ely spotted a line of Confederate infantry emerging from a nearby wood. Two officers approached Ely and asked who he was.
     "Alfred Ely."
     "What state are you from?" asked the officers.
     "From the state of New York," replied Ely.
     "Are you connected in any way with the Government?" prodded the soldiers.
     "A Representative in Congress," answered Ely.
     One of the officers grabbed Ely by the arm, stripped him of a pistol, and proclaimed him a prisoner.  The two officers hustled Ely to their commander, Colonel E.B. Cash of the 8th South Carolina.  When they announced the identity of their prisoner, Cash--a cantankerous old farmer who would fight one of the last lawful duels in America after the war--pointed his pistol at Ely's head.
     "God damn your white-livered soul!" screeched Cash.  "I'll blow your brains out on the spot!"
The junior officers quickly interceded: "Colonel, Colonel, you must not shoot that pistol, he is our prisoner."  Still enraged, Cash grudgingly stashed his pistol, and the South Carolinians hustled Ely to the rear.  He would spend the next six months in a Richmond prison, a political prize tormented all the while by his captors.  (Once released, Ely would do the thoroughly American thing and write a best-selling book about his ordeal.)
     Atop the ridge, the remaining civilians sensed that the predicted triumph across Bull Run had unraveled. Soon, Confederate cavalry charged up the hill, cutting off Charles McCook--visiting his father yet again--from his regiment.  The elder McCook watched in horror as his son fled along a fence line with a Confederate officer on horseback chasing him.  "Charles kept him most manfully at bay with his bayonet," wrote Judge McCook a few days later.  The Confederate demanded the young McCook's surrender.  "No, never; no, never to a rebel," Charles declared.  The horseman circled around McCook and shot him in the back, and someone in turn shot the Confederate officer.  Judge McCook gathered up the mangled body of his wounded son, placed him on a makeshift bed in his carriage, and started a mournful ride back toward Centreville.  Charles McCook would die within hours.
     The knot of dignitaries and reporters on the ridge overlooking Bull Run soon found themselves caught in the swirl of retreat.  Washburne started rearward in his carriage, only to come across a wounded soldier.  The congressman nobly gave up his seat to the man and started walking.  Just moments later, he turned to witness an unnerving sight.  "I beheld a perfect avalanche pouring down the road immediately behind me," he wrote.  "It was the retreat of the army.... A perfect panic had seized every body.  The soldiers threw away their guns and their blankets.... Officers, I blush to say, were running with their men."

to be continued in the next issue

This applies to VA I know, but I would bet that it also applies to NC.
Betty Pace

From birth
               *  inherit
               *  Enumerated in census

12 years female
               *  wittness documents

14 years male 
               *  itestify in court
               *  choose guardian
               *  be punished for a crime
               *  sign contracts
               *  act as executor
               *  bequeath personal by will
               *  marry

16 years
               *  be taxed
               *  muster into militia
               *  possession land
               *  take possession of land holdings

18 years
               *  practice a trade

18 years female
               *  release guardian

21 years male
               *  release guardian
               *  devise land by will
               *  be taxed
               *  plead and sue in court
               *  be naturalized
               *  fill public office
               *  serve on jury
               *  vote

These ages are for the colonies and for the states up to and 
after the Mexican War.  There were some ethnic and/or 
religious groups that did not follow these restrictions and 
found ways around them. 

The Quakers did not allow public marriages.  The Dutch 
along the Hudson in New York had joint wills so the 
children were not taken away from a surviving parent.  In 
PA parents could be legal guardians of their own children if 
the child was mentioned in their grandparents    will(s) - 
there are other exceptions.

From The Knoxville News Sentinel
Tennessee's last widow of Civil War veteran dies at 93
By staff reporters

     January 19, 2003 Gertrude Janeway, Tennessee's last known widow of a Civil War veteran, died Friday.  She was 93.  Mrs. Janeway was a founding member of Green Acres Baptist Church in Knoxville, and was an honorary member of the Daughters and Sons of Union Veterans of the Civil War.  On June 9, 1927, a month shy of her 18th birthday, she married John Janeway, a Grainger County man who left home in 1864 to join the Union Army.  Two months after enlisting, Mr. Janeway, who went by the name John January during his stint with the army, was captured in a battle against Confederate soldiers near Macon, Ga.  After being paroled, he rejoined his unit until the war ended four months later. He died in 1937.  Mrs. Janeway, who was profiled in a 1998 News-Sentinel story, has been receiving a $70 monthly Civil War pension check since then.  She is survived by many nieces and nephews.  The family will receive friends today from 6 to 8 p.m. at Smith Funeral Home in Rutledge.  Funeral services will follow, with the Rev. Leonard Goins officiating.  Burial will be held 11 .am. Monday at the New Corinth Cemetery.
Now, isn’t this amazing?  (ag)


Posted: Tuesday, Dec 30, 2003 - 08:35:57 am PST

A Memorial Service will be held Friday, January 2, 2003 at 2 p.m. at 9988 Broadway (Broadway Garage) in Live Oak, CA for James H. Crye, 77.  He died Saturday, December 27, 2003. He was born April 10, 1927.

Continued from the last issue  [ Issue 4   Vol 7 ]


     In previous issues of this publication I began a discussion of the children of John and Catherine Shimmin Crye.  I have been trying to complete sharing information on this family so this article is continued from the previous issue.  In John’s  will he lists his children as William, David, John, James, Isabella, Sarah, Catherine, and Margaret.   An additional son Hugh has been identified to me by LDS researchers but was not mentioned in the will.

Children are:

Catron born 08/27/1780 NC   Mary born 01/20/1794 GA/TN
William Jr born 05/19/1782 SC   John born 06/18/1796 GA/TN
Hugh born 11/05/1784 GA/TN Isabel born 08/10/1798 GA/TN
Mary born  12/08/1786 GA/TN James born 01/07/1801 GA/TN
Joseph born 03/05/1789 GA/TN David born 02/05/1803 GA/TN
Sarah born  09/12/1791 GA/TN Jonathan born   09/07/1806 GA/TN
Jonathan (John, William) Crye is first mentioned in William Crye’s Rev War Pension declaration.  (See Issue 1 Vol. 1).  Jonathan’s birth was given as September 7, 1806 in North Carolina. Jonathan married Edith L. Ayers/Pierce.
Jonathan (John, William) Crye & Edith Ayers/Pearce/Pierce’s third known child was Henry Clay.  Now, we have found quite a bit of information due to Norma Crye who has completed much research on this family line.  We appreciate her input on Henry Clay Crye and give credit to her for the following information.  (See Issue 4 Vol 7 for information on children 1 & 2)

The third child of Henry Clay Crye and Martha is Cordia.  She was born in Bradley Co. TN, and married Watt Stringer in 1898 in Texas.  The 1900 Navarro Co. TX census list a son, Watt, born in 1900.  I was unable to locate them again in the next 30 years.  Coleman Co., TX cemetery directory list a Cordia Cry Stringer Van Ness being born in 1880 and dying in 1957.  Cordie’s brother Eugene G. Crye had a nephew living with him in the 1930 Coleman, Co., TX census named Lonnie Van Ness.  He was 13 at that time, making him born about 1917.  Apparently Wat Stringer died about 1915, or they divorced about that time and Cordie married an Unknown Van Ness.  Lonnie died in 1990, Tom Green County TX.

Henry Clay Crye and Martha’s fourth child was AdaWatt Crye.  Census records state he was born after their arrival in Texas.  Ada Watt married Atha Armenta Taylor in 1909 in Texas

AdaWatt and his family were found in the 1910 Runnels Co., TX census, but not again in the 1920 or 1930.  The area is so vast there that I am sure they were simply overlooked in the counting of citizens.

According to records received from Norma Beaty Crye, Adawatt and AAA Taylor had nine children.

Bertha Etheldra m/ Jack Cary Underwood
Delmer Gordon m/ Ruth Corinne Ward
John Wesley m/ Edora Leila Barnett
Altha Beatrice m/ Jack Clark Harper
Era Fay m/ Harold Glyn Allen
Robert Earl m/ Norma Mae Beaty (informant)
Marvin Leon m/ Lillian Cordelia Schofield
Albert Bailey never married
Bula Mae died about 10 days old.

The 1910 census of Runnels Co. TX list:  A. W. Crye, married once, age 27, married to Alice age 20, married once with one live birth and one child alive; Rutha age 2 months.  Martha, A.W.’s mother, is living with them.  She list that she is a widow and has birthed 9 children and 2 are alive.

AAA Taylor Crye died in 1943 and Adawatt Crye died in Coleman Co., TX in 1954.  Both are buried in the Coleman Cemetery, in Coleman, Co., TX

The following ‘memories’ of Robert Earl Crye, son of AdaWatt, were also included in Norma Beaty’s manuscript.  Robert Crye, dated January 1984, writes...

Times were excruciatingly difficult for the Crye family.  That was particularly true of the children.  AdaWatt, having grown up most likely under very difficult circumstances, was a hard task-master.  They were in the fields before sunrise, and darkness drove them from their labors in the evening.  Earl once said to his mother, “Mama, if it wasn’t for nights, we never would get any rest”.

It was while they lived on the Pearce Place, about 6 or 8 miles west of Coleman, that the Crye youngsters had a frightening experience.  There was a small stream there and Papa dug a well at the location.  One day Era and Atha were supposed to be watching Earl, and while engaged in other interests, he disappeared.  They called and looked all over the place, but Earl didn’t answer.  The girls decided that he must have fallen in the well.  Logic told them that if he was in the well, then if they threw rocks in it, one of the rocks would hit him, and he would cry.  By this time, they too, were crying.  They bombarded the well with stones, but the only crying which broke the stillness was their own.  By this time they were in a state of hysteria; they must go tell their mama what happened.  They went to the house, trailing tears every step of the way.  Earl, in the meantime, had grown simply bored with the whole affair and had gone to the house.  When they found him, he was fast asleep.

It was while they lived on the Pearce place, that it was his duty to carry water to the field.  He’d start out across the field and come to a “doodle bug hole.”  He would stop and stir the mound with a stick with the invitation, “doodle bug, doodle bug, your house is on fire, come out of the hole.”  His papa, who was working the fields, would yell impatiently, “where is that water?”  That would spur Earl on for a few minutes, remembering his errand, he’d continue on across the field.  But, he’d come to another intriguing “doodle bug house,” and would be deterred once more. he’d finally arrive at his destination.  Poor Earl!!  Papa would tan his britches and they’d “scorch” all the way to the house.

Quoting, “While we were on this same place, it was my responsibility to drive the cows up the road to graze, and bring them back in the afternoon.  I rode an old sorrel horse, if something happened that I had to get off, I couldn’t get back on.  I’d lead her up to a fence, but when I’d try to step on, I’d usually step over.  I’d have to end up leading her home.  I must have been about 5 or 6 years old when that happened.”

“Atha and Era were always telling me Indian stories,”  he said, “and when I’d go down the road, I’d look behind every bush expecting one to jump out and scalp me.  They had this fear in me, so that I must have been about 14 years old before I got over it.  Another thing I  remember was when we were on the same place, we had cotton pickers in the field, and there was a big white touring car at the end of the field.  I suddenly had an urge to go to the bathroom.  I climbed up on the car’s running board, and something happened that made the horn start blowing.  Dad was at the end of the field picking cotton, and he came running and hollering thinking that I was blowing the horn.  I got my pants up just in time to get my behind blistered.”

“We had a neighbor who had a boy about my age named Orville Jarrell.  We were down at his house playing, and he cut open a twelve-gage shotgun shell and poured the powder in a bucket.  He put the cartridge in a piece of 3/4 inch pipe and hit it with a hammer and nail and popped the cap.  When I got home, I went one better than that.  I got a pipe and clamped it in a vise.  I put my shot-gun shell in that, powder and all, and hit the cap with a nail.  I woke up lying flat of my back.  The explosion backfired and blackened my face.  I  remember going to the house and telling mama and ask her not to tell papa.  I heard them talking about it later.  He came and looked at me, but I don’t remember getting a whipping for that.  But, I do remember getting a whipping when the same kid and I smoked a cigarette behind the barn.  The kid went home sick.  I was sick, too, and I went into the house and got in the bed.  That kid’s dad came and told papa about us smoking back of the barn, and I got a licking for that.”

“I have a scar between my eyes.  I must have thought I was a bull fighter.  We had a great big old red cow with big, long horns.  I was always pestering her, and one day she hooked me right between the eyes.”

“I remember being with Atha when she was rattle snake bit.  I watched her throw rocks at it while Era ran to the house to get dad.  He killed the snake and had to pry it off her big toe.  She almost died from that.”

Norma Beaty Crye has written, updated, and re-written the Crye history from her line of AdaWatt Crye.  In a composition she sent to me, she shared a few poems written by AdaWatt as early as 1943.  The following is one poem that she included.

Does Anybody Care?

When I am all alone and lonely, 
With sorrow and grief to bear,
And though my soul grow weary
Does anybody care?

How I long for words of encouragement,
Someone to hold me up with a prayer,
Could they only say “I am praying for you,”
I would then feel that they did care.

Oh, how my heart is yearning, longing,
To help another his burden to bear,
But if “my cross” becomes too heavy,
Tell me, would anybody care?

Yes, there is one who cares for me
He will all my sorrows share,
He speaks peace to my weary soul
And relieves me of a world of care.

Yes, I know he loves me and cares for me
His name is Jesus – God’s only Son,
I know he will take me home to glory,
When my work on earth is done.

Written by A.W. Crye

AdaWatt Crye was born March 4, 1882 in Dresden, Navarro County TX.  He was the fourth child of the nine born to Henry Clay Crye and Martha Emiline Snider.  He was married April 18, 1909 to Alcinder Atha Armentia Taylor, the sixth child of Joseph W. Taylor and Alcinder Metie Hambright of Upsher Co., TX

AdaWatt and Alcie began married life in Glencove, Coleman Co., TX, in a little one room “shanty.”  Their first child was born while they lived there.  Times were difficult, no doubt, for this young family.  Perhaps it was during these hard times that AdaWatt’s frugal ways, which stayed with him all his life, were reinforced.

In about 1916-17 they moved to the small “Pearce Place” about 6 to 8 miles from town where they share-cropped for a living.

It was in 1918-19 that they moved to Pearce’s larger acreage about 1/2 mile from the first.  This house was a crude 3 room, clap-board lumber house.  They made a ”bumper crop” in 1925 and with their new found wealth, AdaWatt bought his first car, a new Model T. Ford.  He drove it home from Coleman, and when he came to the gate, he learned that it too had a mind of it’s own.  It simply refused to halt when he hollered, “woooo!!!  That was the first time they knew that Atha’s head was harder than the windshield.  Earl was parked in the back seat, so I guess that was about the first time he got his mouth bloodied.  It was while they lived on the Pearce place that Atha was bitten by a rattle-snake.  She almost succumbed from this unfortunate occurrence.  That is probably what prompted AdaWatt to wage war on the serpents.  He would go over to the rattle-snake den on the Overall Ranch, which bordered their place, and kill the reptiles.

It was after they bought the car in 1925 that they moved to the Red Bank Community.  They were very ‘modern’ with their two class rooms, and the fifth grade through the highest grade they had, was in the other one.  AdaWatt leased the 300/400 acres where he raised cotton, grain, Johnson grass, and he raised “cane” with the kids.  The house was about 1/4 mile off the road, sheltered by a big cliff.

It was in the fall of 1927-28, that the Crye family moved to Santa Anna.  He leased this place, as well, and farmed another 200 acres about 1/2 mile away.  This house was located in front of the western end of Santa Anna Mountain.  The stone portion is now a historical site about 2 or 3 miles from Santa Anna on the Coleman Hwy.  “Fortune was smiling on them”, for their thrifty ways made it possible for them to buy their second new car, a Model A. Ford.

It was about 1929 they leased the “Brinike place” in the Plainview school district which was between Santa Anna and Red Bank.  The place had about 400  acres which they farmed.  He also ran about 10/20 head of cattle on this place as well.  While many people all over the country were near starvation, AdaWatt was raising a garden and orchard.  He put an irrigation pump at the creek and raised more than they could eat.  Those who were less fortunate canned food on the halves.

It was in about 1936-37 that they bought the Johnnie Brandon farm at Red Bank.  This 200 acres and house were situated about one mile from where the first Red Bank house was that they lived in previously.

They sold that acreage, and bought the Goldbusk place about 1938-39.  This farm had about 250 acres.  A water tank was located near the house from which they drew their culinary water.

It was about 1940 on a Sunday morning when tragedy struck.  AdaWatt and the children were in church, and Alcie was preparing to cook dinner on the kerosene cook-stove.  It caught fire and quickly razed the dwelling.  Alcie managed to drag out of the flames her prized possessions in the old trunk.  Earl and Bailey had “pooled” their money and bought a round oak table for $5.00 for their mother.  She managed to get it on its side and roll it out  the door.

to be continued in the next issue

Letters  .......................

Would you have any info on a Sarah Catherine or Catherine Sarah Crye B:1865/1870 in Indiana or Ohio?? (some research shows Indiana and some shows Ohio)  She Married Jackson Culver and they had a son named John Carl Culver - he was born in Midland, Michigan in 1885 and they also had a daughter named Annie born in 1888 and it shows two different born places IN. and OH. After that my research shows that Sarah may have died ?? Where?? Jackson went on to remarry (Mary) and they had other children. If any info please reply - Thank You

How could I get copies of the Crye/Cry Newsletter? Would you have any info on a Sarah Catherine Crye/Cry or Catherine Sarah B:1865/1870 in Indiana or Ohio (research shows different places) she married Jackson Culver and they had a son named John Carl Culver B: May 1885 in Midland, Michigan and a daughter named Ann/Annie but records shows that Annie was born 1888 in Indiana or Ohio??? Sarah/Catherine may have died shortly after born of Annie -- Jackson remarried (Mary) and went on to have other children???? Any info may be helpful. Thank You. Please let me know how I can get copies of the Crye/Cry newsletter.

The info that I have is John Carl Culver B: May 1885 in Midland, Midland Co, MI - Died ??? (I'm told at 34/39 yrs old in IL) leaving wife Carrie V. Courtright B:1885, Greenville, Montcalm Co., MI, (her parents being Emanuel Courtright and Sarah J. Mountain) and children. John Culver was the son of Jackson Culver B: Apr 1852, Bay County, MI - D: Dec 1938, Montcalm Co., MI - Jackson was first married to Sarah Catherine (or Catherine Sarah) Crye and they had 2 children - John and Anna/Annie - I take it that maybe Sarah died just after the birth of Anna. Recorder shows that Jackson then married a Mary and had other children (Grant, Maud, Jennie, Rosella and Adelbert)   Not sure if this is any of the some family or not??????

Thank you for the reply of your find of a Matilda E Crye. The time doesn't work for me as my grandfather, the son of the Matildia and William I am looking for was born 1899 in Edgerton, Indiana. But there was something I found interesting and that was the Paulding, OH. as this is where I believe my greatgrandfather, William Harrison Wheeler was born. If anyone out there could help me out I would really appreciate it.  The Crye newsletter sounds very interesting and I would like to read what you have.  My mothers brother mentions a Crye gathering he attended around 1948 or 1950 either in MI or in Indiana, mother also says Matildia Wheeler owned a restaurant in Flint, MI and later sold it to her daughter-in-law Rose Wheeler.