Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Harrison's of Berea, Kentucky.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life and I am feeling so good!  Today is a busy day with the grandsons so I am going to post a picture of the early Harrison family of Berea, Kentucky.  This man, Elisha Harrison Jr. gave up part of his land in Berea so the college could be built there.  He was one of the first trustees of the Berean College.



Back row left to right: Josiah Burdette, his wife, Mary Jane Harrison Burdette, Daniel Harrison, Nettie Burdette, Belle Harrison, Nora Burdette, Delilah Lakes Harrison, wife of Daniel, Mary Lize Johnson Harrison, wife of Isaac Harrison and Isaac Harrison.
Second row: Isaac Davis, Delilah Lakes Harrison wife of Elisha Jr., Elisha Harrison Jr., John Parks widower of Neil Harrison
First row: Nannie Harrison Davis (wife of Isaac Davis) Willie Parks, John Burdette, May Harrison, Rose Parks, Mary Parks, Laura Burdette, Charlie Burdette, Martha Hays Harrison (wife of John) John Harrison holding Bess Harrison.

Photo was taken around 1890 at Old Harrison home place on Silver Creek near where Dresser Factory is now in Berea.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Harrison Family Stories


Some Harrison Facts and Stories

My grandpa's grandpa, Isaac 'Crippled Ike' Harrison got his nickname from the fact that one day he was chopping wood, the ax glanced off the wood and hit him in the knee. When the knee healed, he had a stiff leg, the knee would not bend. Issac died in July 1903 and is buried in the Cook Cemetery in Deerstable, Kentucky.

It is interesting how Deerstable, Kentucky, got its name. I was told by one of the old timers there that one winter they had a real bad snow storm. The snow seemed like it would never stop falling. One of the farmers went to his stable and pitched down some hay for his mules and his two cows. In the morning after the snow had stopped a neighbor came by to see how they were holding up. As he came by the stable on the way to the cabin, he looking in and then left. He went up to the cabin and asked the farmer what he was trying to do. In his stable about six deer had come in to get some hay and to stay out of the storm. They bedded down with the cows and mules. Was he thinking of turning it into a 'deerstable?'

An interesting story is told of my grandpa Harrison's dad, Andrew Harrison. Andrew Harrison was a common name in Jackson County at that time. When Andrew was small, everyone called him 'Little Andy.' Later in life he married Sarah Blanton. After he was married he became 'Sarie's Andy. I have heard that Sarah had the nickname of 'Dude', but, then I had always heard another story that 'Little Andy' was the one called 'Dude.' And this is the rest of the story: Andy only had one pair of pants he wore for work and then he day his 'Sunday' pants, One day it was Sarah's wash day so Andy took off his pants for her to wash. Andy could not plow his field in his 'Sunday' pants, so Sarah gave him an old dress she had for him to ware until his pants were hung up to dry. Here was Andy, with his wife's dress on, out in the field, behind his mule, plowing. It just so happened that one of the neighbor men came by and saw him dressed up like that. 'Little Andy' became to laughing stock soon after the story was spread around the neighborhood. The question asked of Andy, as told to me was, “When are you going to get all Duded Up, again?”

Little Andy” and three or four of his son-in-laws used to ride around at night to help keep the peace and to break up 'wild parties' around Jackson County before they had law in those parts. The story was told that one night they heard there was a 'wild party' going one at a certain house. So up they rode, broke down the door and started chasing everyone away. Under one of the beds they found one of Andy's oldest daughters there. It was kind of hard for Andy to live that one down.



Saturday, April 20, 2013

A lost Harrison????

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life and I am feeling good!!!!!

Well, my daughter and her husband are off to Europe this morning and won't be back for 15 or 16 days, on a Mediterranean Cruse.   Bon Voyage!

The title of this  blog is a Lost Harrison????  Here is why I call it that:


A Lost Harrison . . .
Mercy Terry, born 1760's, was the daughter of William and Rachel Terry of Botetourt Co, Virginia. Deed/Court records of the estate of William Terry (died 1803) from May 18, 1808 reveal that Mercy was one of his eight children: "Mercy Terry, wife of Jonathan Harrison, [received] her 1/8 share in her father William's estate." The children of William and Rachel Terry were: William (married Patience); John born 1760 (married Esther Brown); Miles (married Hannah Horton); Susannah (married Thomas Brown); Mercy (married Jonathan Harrison); Jasper (married Ruth. 2 Margaret Snidow); Rachel (married John Martin); Jemima (married Ezekial Boucher). An outline of the family has been previously provided by George A. Terry in his article "The Terrys of Scott County, TN" which appeared in Vol 4 No 3 (Sept 1985) of the Terry Family Historian. At the present time, I have little information on Mercy Terry and Jonathan Harrison, except that they had a son Elisha Harrison, born 1780's, probably Virginia or NC, who removed to Madison County, Kentucky where he married on 28 August 1805 to Ifa "Sookotosh" Baker, born 8 Aug 1790 in NC, the daughter of John "Renta" Baker. Elisha and Ifa Baker Harrison raised their family of twelve in Madison and Estill Counties, Ky. Elisha died in Estill Co. in 1848, and Ifa Baker Harrison died in 1866 at the home of her son William Canady Harrison, the writer's great-great-grandfather. Their children were:
  1. John Baker Harrison born 10 April 1807 Madison County, Ky; married first Sarah Brockman 29 July 1832 Madison Co, Ky dau of Shelton and Ellender Baker Brockman married second Catharine A. Rogers 25 Mar 1858 Jackson Co, Ky died 20 Feb 1888 Sand Gap, Jackson Co, Ky
  2. Jonathan Harrison born 10 March 1808 Madison Co, Ky married Mary Ann Lakes 28 March 1837 Estill Co, Ky
  3. George Harrison born ca 1809 Madison Co, Ky married Rachel Isaacs 3 March 1831 Clay Co, Ky dau of James and Nancy Isaacs
  4. Susannah Harrison born 22 March 1811 Ky married Peter E Gabbard 22 Oct 1831Clay Co, Ky son of Henry Gabbard
  5. Thomas Harrison born 23 May 1813 Madison Co, Ky married Lucinda Lakes 15 Sept 1836 Estill Co, Ky dau of Carter Lakes and Eady Skinner
  6. Polly Harrison born pre-1820 married Bazel Lee Abrams on 27 Nov 1832 Madison Co, Ky
  7. Alitha Harrison born 1816 Ky married John Westley Gabbard 21 Dec 1841 Madison Co, Ky son of Edward Gabbard and Sarah Bowman
  8. Nancy Jane Harrison born 1822 Estill Co, Ky married Greenbury Lakes 31 Jan 1839 Estill Co, Ky died 15 April 1858 Madison Co, Ky
  9. Elisha H. Harrison born 1 Dec 1823 Estill Co, Ky married Delilah Lakes 29 April 1849 Estill Co, Ky dau of Carter Lakes & Eady Skinner died 19 April 1895 Madison Co, Ky
  10. Nathaniel M. Harrison born 1825 Estill Co, Ky married Sally Ann Gabbard 22 Feb 1845 Madison Co, Ky dau of Edward Gabbard & Sarah Bowman
  11. William Canady Harrison born 1 Nov 1827 Estill Co, Ky married Elizabeth Gentry Gabbard 11 Dec 1849 Madison Co, Ky dau of Edward Gabbard & Sarah Bowman died 29 Dec 1892 Bidville, Crawford Co, Arkansas
  12. Sally Ann Harrison born 1833 married Elisha Isaacs 4 Nov 1852 Estill Co, Ky son of Godfrey Isaacs & Elizabeth Howard
It is important to have record of Mercy Terry's grandchildren (children of Elisha Harrison) to understand Terry family connections given in an old letter kept within the Harrison family. In 1930 a daughter of John Baker Harrison (listed above, born 1807) named Rosanna "Rose" Harrison Carpenter, wrote of the family to her cousin, Mrs. John L. (Nora Burdette) Gay of Berea, Ky, a granddaughter of Elisha H. Harrison (listed above, born 1823).
Rose Harrison Carpenter, born 1864, writes: ....."Yes, my father and your grandpa were brothers, their father's name was Elisha [Harrison]. They first settled as they called it in those days North Carolina, came from North Carolina to Tennessee, from Tennessee to Kentucky. Their grandfather was Jonathan [Harrison], their great-grandfather was Elias [Harrison], their father was buried in Jackson County, Kentucky, not far from McKee....their grandmother Harrison was a Terry. I have heard father speak of a second cousin, Joseph Terry, he lived somewhere in Madison County--he named one of his sons for him. Their grandmother Baker was a Terrill, I don't know how the name was spelled, it may have been Phirrill.... Rose Harrison Carpente
Then . . . I run upon this, taken from The Claiborne County Tennessee Pioneer Project. . .

1. Jonathan HARRISON Sr., M.

Jonathan Harrison Sr appears in Court minutes Claiborne Co..Tn Vol. 2 No 5593- pg. 87-88-89-95-67-164- 1803- 1806
1804- On jury duty
pg. 164- Gave bail for Silas Williams Sept 1805
Pg-45 On jury to review road- Feb-1807
Pg.- 82- App. to review road-May 1807
Pg. 183- Deed of conveyance from Jonathan Harrison Sr and wf Mercy 300 acres to John Persinger prove in open court Webster and Jonathan Harrison Jr., May 1808 on record Botetort VA.Pg, 194-Jonathan Harrison juryman-May 1808
Pg. 208-216- same-on Feb. Ven. to 29 Aug 1808.
222-226-229- 243-Book No 5593- Deed Book Claiborne Co... Jonathan Harrison grantor to Elias Harrison D- 1809 Bk. B Pg. 219-170

# 5593- Vol. 2- Pg. 67- Deed from Walter Evans to Jonathan Harrison

Jonathan & Mercy Harrison Sr. sold land to Elias Harrison (68 acres) 10-23-1809

Jonathan married Mercy TERRY, F.

Some info from Ann at
Aharr10571@aol.com

They had one child:
2 i. Elias, M (~1769-~1836)

(
NOTE: According to my records, Elisha Harrison, son of Jonathan Harrison and Mercy Terry was born about 1764 – which means that the above mentioned (2. Elias, M.) could have been a younger son who stayed and settleded in Claiborne County, Tennessee.))

Second Generation
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2. Elias HARRISON, M. Born abt 1769/1780. Elias died in Claiborne Co., TN, abt 1836; he was 67. Buried in Brooks Cemetery, Claiborne Co., TN. Occupation: In 1816 Trustee Of Claiborne Co. For 18 Years; Owned & Farmed E. Of Tazewell, TN. Education: From Amory Hale (
Adh1007@wazoo.com) 10/9/96. Religion: Big Springs Baptist Church.

Some info from "Reflections" of Claiborne Co., TN Historical Society 9/97

Some information from P. G. Fulkerson Papers

Elias was a widower when married Nancy Hale.

Some information from "People's History of Claiborne Co., TN 1801-1988"

In the court records, Elias first appears in 1802, as a juror.

Some info from “Claiborne Co., TN Court of Pleas & Quarter Session 1819-1821”
pg. 50 - Tuesday February 15th 1820
After making proclamation the court proceeded to the Election of a Trustee and after counting and compairing the votes it appeared that Elias Harrison had a majority of the votes and thereupon was declared to be duly and constitutionally elected.

In 1822 Elias Harrison was appointed guardian of the minor heirs of Elisha Buis; Abraham, Jesse, & Riley.

Elias' death was announced in the court minutes of Monday, Sept. 6, 1836: "When it appearing to the satisfaction of the court that Elias Harrison the trustee of Claiborne County has departed this life, the court proceeded to the election of a trustee until the next regular election, and upon the fourth balloting John Mason was found to be elected".

His cemetery marker is of field stone, inscribed, "E. Harrison." His widow, Nancy, and his son-in-law, Enoch Moore, were co-executors of his will.

Some info from Amory Hale at
adh1007@wa200.com 11/96

Research: According to P. G. Fulkerson Elias Harrison came to the Powell River Claiborne Co., TN prior to 1800.

His first recorded land transaction was a purchase from Jonathan Harrison, Sr., in 1809.

Elias first married Martha UNKNOWN, F. Martha died abt 1820. Religion: Big Springs Baptist Church.

Some information from "People's History of Claiborne Co., TN 1801-1988" 



Thursday, April 18, 2013

The First Harrison . . .

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life and I am feeling good.  Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!  I am bringing this blog to you from Albuquerque, New Mexico!  I decided to bring my lap-top with me as I drove up here in my truck.  Windy all the way after I  drove into New Mexico.  No problems though.

I went yesterday afternoon with my grand kids, Aaron and Jordan for their Drama rehearsal. It started raining on the way there, the temperature dropped, it turned to sleet, then snow.  It did not last long and the snow did not stick. Thank goodness, everything is back to normal this morning.  Although, I did get up to use the bathroom last night and stepped into water.  I woke Nathan up, he came into the living room and then figured out that the water softener recycled and the water backed up through the lowest drain in the house. After he done some snake work on the drain pipe, everything returned to normal.

I said I would be doing work on the relationship between my grandma Hardin and the King and Queen of Denmark, but that will have to be at a later date.  Sorry.  So, I will tell a short story about the first Harrison in what is now Jackson County, Kentucky.

I our neck of the woods, all of the school kids are taught about Daniel Boone discovering the Cumberland Gap and finding a new way into what is new southeastern Kentucky.  They are taught the before Daniel Boone the only white men in Kentucky were the 'long hunters' who came over the Cumberland Mountains.  Well, someone had to have shown Daniel the way.

There was a man who once kept a diary and that man was John Dickey.  He traveled up and down the new frontier, stopping at homes along the way and talking and writing up the stories of the families who lived there.  The following is an exert from John Dickey's Diary:

The first Harrison to permanently settle in what is today Jackson County, Kentucky was Elisha Harrison.  He came here on a hunting expedition with his father, John, somewhere in the middle of the 1700's.  John and Elisha Harrison are mentioned as two of the original eight 'long hunters' to explore Kentucky.  They were living on what is known today as Elisha's Branch Road, just north of McKee, when Daniel Boone made his first trip to Kentucky.  Daniel Boone stayed with Elisha and John for a while before continuing his journey into central Kentucky.  John went with Daniel and helped to build Fort Boonesborough in April of 1775.  They were also in the party that helped rescue Daniel Boone's daughter when she and a couple of her friends were captured by Indians.

Til next time, live large my friends.
jim    

Monday, April 15, 2013

Grandma Lillie Hardin


It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life and I am feeling good. This will probably be my last post for a while as I am leaving to go to Albuquerque on Tuesday morning. I will be in charge of my two grandsons while my daughter, Michelle, and her husband, Nathan go on a two week cruse to the Mediterriean Sea and surrounding area.

Today will be a short and sweet blog about my grandma Harrison's mom and dad, Joseph Oder Hardin and Laura Jane Matthews. They died before I was born so I never did see them in person. I have stories that my mom always told me as I was growing up.

Joseph Oder Hardin went by the name of JO Hardin. But, he would laugh and say that his full Christian name had one letter more than the alphabet. He said his full name was Joseph Oder Quincy Adams Hardin. JO Hardin and his family came to Kentucky from Culpepper County, Virginia. His wife, Laura Jane Matthews was hard of hearing and was always pictured wearing a 'new fangled' hearing aid. I big complicated contraption.

My grandpa Harrison left home in Jackson County, Kentucky to go to the neighboring county of Garrard. He worked for J.O. Harding on his farm. JO Hardin and Laura Jane had ten kids, 9 girls and 1 boy. My grandma used to laugh and say she was about 7 or 8 years old before she learned what his name was. Everyone called him 'brother'.

Grandpa Harrison was sweet on one of JO's daughters, my future grandmother, Lillie Ann Hardin. When they first were married, they moved into a small one room cabin on JO's land.

On my next blog I will try to bring in the link to the King and Queen of Denmark.

I am attaching a picture of JO Hardin and his family. My grandma Lillie Ann Hardin is standing right behind her mother.

Til next time, live large. 

jim



Sunday, April 14, 2013

Pocahontas Matoake 'Rebecca' Powhatan . . .

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life and I am feeling good!

As promised . . .


Grandpa Harrison's Indian Connection

Reverand John J. Dickey's Diary says that John and Elisha Harrison were two of the original long hunters that came to Kentucky in the mid 1700's. Elisha settled on what is now known as Elisha's Branch Road, just north of McKee, Kentucky. He was living there when Daniel Boone first came through this area. Daniel spent some time at Elisha's house before going on to central Kentucky. Daniel Boone's Sheltowee Trace goes down Elisha's Branch. It is believed that John went with Daniel and helped to build Fort Boonesbrough. Erection of Fort Boonesbrough began in April, 1775 and was completed in July 1776. Records from Boonesbrough mention a John Harrison and a Jack Harrison. People with the name of John were sometimes called 'Jack'. There is also a Samuel and Richard Harrison in the Boonesbrough records. Madison County Historical Society records say that John Harrison helped to construct the fort. He later left the fort and settled on some of the best portions of the county, through settlement and premption rights.

In “When They Hanged the Fiddler”, by Jess Wilson, page 90, Indians had captured Daniel Boone's daughter and two Calloway girls in Boonesbrough. Elisha was in a party that rescued the Boone and Calloway girls from the Indians. It also says that Harrison family traditions are the source for the story that the rescue happened below McKee, Ky.

There was a shower of meteors that fell all night on November 13, 1833. Elisha was in bed asleep when his grandchildren woke him up shouting, “Grandpa, wake up! All the stars are falling! It's the end of the world!” He quietly said, “Go look and see if the North Star is still where is was and if it is, everything will be alright”. He turned over and went back to sleep.

As to the Indian blood in the Harrison family tree. I took the Harrison line back to a Daniel Harrison who showed up in Surry County Virginia (1658-1728) and found nothing. After much study, I figured that most likely any Indian blood would be from someone who was a 'Long Hunter'.

The Long Hunters
About 1770, a group of some 22 hunters from Virginia united for a hunting expedition west of the Cumberland Mountains into what is now south central Kentucky. The Expedition was led by Colonel James Knox. Because they were away from their homes for up to three years at a time, they became known as the "Long Hunters."
They entered into what is now Green County in 1770. They made their Base Camp (Camp Knox), in a valley they called the Beech Woods. Today, the Mt. Gilead Christian Church stands on the historic Camp Knox site. This camp served as their headquarters for frequent hunting excursions throughout a large area surrounding this camp. They brought back to their base camp the skins of deer, buffalo, elk, bear, beaver, and smaller animals. Over a period of several months, they had accumulated an enormous number of skins. They constructed a crude structure they called a "skinhouse" to protect their pelts from the weather. They named the small branch of water that flowed beside their campsite, "Skinhouse Branch."
The Long Hunters were forced to leave their campsite and return to their homes due to Indian raids. They were also forced to leave most of their valuable hides at the camp.
Returning to Camp Knox several years later, they found that many of the hides had been stolen by Indians, and the remaining skins had rotted due to being exposed to the weather. On a nearby tree, one Long Hunter carved, "2300 lost – ruination by God."
Many of these original Long Hunters later returned to this area and settled with their families: Skaggs, Graham, Miller, Workman, Lisle, Hancock, Harrisons, Haskins, Caldwell, Allen, and Montgomery.
The Long Hunters’ Camp Knox Historic Site is located in Southern Green County near the Adair County line near Highway Route 61. A monument dedicated to the Long Hunters is located in front of Mt. Gilead Church that describes the historic Camp Knox to visitors.
Now, the Indian Blood: Elisha G. Harrison was from Surry County, Virginia and he came to Kentucky by way of North Carolina, Tennessee then on to Kentucky. His wife was Igha Baker, daughter of John T. Baker, a Revelotionary War Soldier and also another 'Long Hunter'. John T. Baker was the son of James Baker and Mary 'Mollie' Bolling. The Bolling/Baker line has always be intertwined with the story of Pocahontas.
Mollie Bolling was the daughter of John Bolling (1676-1729). John was the son of Colonel R. Bolling and Jane Rolfe. Jane Rolfe was the daughter of Thomas Smith Rolfe and Jane Poythress. Thomas Smith Rolfe was the son of Captain John Rolfe and Pocahontas.
Pocahonta's full name is Pocahontas Matoaka 'Rebecca' Powhatan. She is my 11th Great-grandmother. The Rebecca is the Christian name that she adopted when she was baptized.
I am attaching a copy of a painting of the Baptism of Pocahontas.
Til the next time, live large my friends . . .

Saturday, April 13, 2013

A Real Kentucky Nut Case.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life and I am feeling so good this morning.

Well, before I get into the Pocahontas line, which will probably be tomorrow afternoon, I wanted to post this about my grandpa Harrison.  This article was posted in the pages of Kentucky Explorer magazine about two years ago.  This was told to me by my mom and I wrote it up and had it posted.  Hope you enjoy it.


A Real Kentucky 'Nut' Case!

This story takes place in Garrard County, Kentucky around the October or November, 1927/1928 time frame. My grandpa, Green Franklin Harrison, was born in Jackson county, Kentucky, but had moved to Garrard county to work for his father-in-law, Joseph Oder Hardin. By this time, he was married and had four kids, Andrew Joseph, Norman, my mom, Frances, and Mary.

A little background history lesson. A man by the name of Coy Sanders had opened up a little country general store which served the Scotts Fork area. He later sold the store and property to a man by the name of Ike Dunkin. The house that my grandpa was renting was owned by Mr. Dunkin. My grandpa was the only one in the neighborhood who owned a team of horses and a wagon. So once a week my grandpa would get a list of the needs for the store from Mr. Dunkin, and then would drive to Lexington to place the order and pick it up to take back to Mr. Dunkin. It was a long drive by wagon so grandpa would spend the night at Mrs. Gatewood's Boarding House in town before returning the next morning to Scotts Fork. For this service, grandpa was paid $1.75 a week.

Comes late October or early November, one Sunday evening when grandpa had some extra time on his hands, he walked up the creek to where there was a Shag-bark Hickory tree growing. He had been past it a few time earlier and a lot of the 'Hicker' nuts had fallen off of the tree and were laying there on the ground. The squirrels had been at some of them and had even carried some away to be burried for later food.

Anyway, grandpa gathered up a galvinized bucket full of the nuts. He took those back to the house so he could take of the outer husks and then dry them out. Grandma would use these in her Christmas candy that whe would make each year. Grandpa had grandma put an old rag on the attic floor where he could spread out the nuts to dry. The attic space was used as storage. Grandma had all of her canning supplies up there. There was an old Oak barrel up there where she kept her canning jars so they would be all in one place.

Normally on Sunday morning, grandpa and his family, along with grandma's mom and dad and their family would walk back home after Church services at the Scotts Fork Christian Church. This walk was a time to catch up on what was happening in the family. My grandma asked her sister-in-law if she was finished canning. She said she had to stop because she had run out of jars. Grandma told her she had extra jars and she was welcome to use what she needed. She said she would be by the next day to get them.
The next morning her sister-in-law showed up to pick them up. Grandma led her up into the attic to get them. They had to step around the hicker nuts to get to the oaken barrel of the canning jars. Now grandma's sister-in-law borrow the jars, but, she was always trying to cause trouble.

The next time her sister-in-law went to the store to buy something, she told Mr. Dunkin that Green Harrison had about five bushels of hicker nut up in his attic. In truth, he only had that one galvinized bucket that he had picked up.

During this time people did not light up their lanterns at night trying to conserve on Karisene. So, after supper everyone would set out on the front porch. One evening the Sheriff came by looking for my grandpa. He got a summons to appear in court the following week, he was being sued by Mr. Dunkin for the hicker nuts!!!

The day came for grandpa to go to court in Lancaster. He dressed up in his best Sunday clothes, and shined shoes. As he was leaving, my grandma was cring and was worried sick that grandpa was going to be put in jail. Grandpa told his family not to worry and he would be back before sundown. So, off he went walking to court.

Just before sundown, the family was setting on the front porch waiting. Well, they looked up the holler and here come grandpa with a smile on his face and a spring to his step. It was a beautiful sight for his family. He gathered everyone around him and told them what had happened.

After the judge took his seat, the prosecution presented its case. One question the judge asked was if he had specifically told grandpa not to pick up the nuts. He said not derectly, but he said he told Leme Hardin, my grandpa's brother-in-law. Leme told the judge that if he was told this he could not remember. Grandpa told the judge that the only reason he picked them up was they were just laying on the ground going to ruin.

The judge brought the gavel down and said that grandpa was innocent and that the case was dismissed. Grandpa went up to the judge and asked him how much money he owed the court. The judge told him he didn't own anything and that “he had never heard the like on his entire time on the bench.” He was laughing.

Grandpa had one milk cow which he kept in Ike Dunkin's barn, so he would have to go down there to milk the cow each day. After his appearance in court grandpa started carring his pistol with him to milk the cow. Grandma was worred about this but grandpa said he was just being careful and was not going to take any 'lip' from Mr. Dunkin.
Sure enough, one evening later Mr. Dunkin came to the barn as grandpa was going to milk. He asked grandpa if he was going to give him one half of the nuts. Grandpa looking him right in the eye and told him he was welcome to one half of the nuts because the tree was on his land. If he wanted them that bad, he should come to the house and pick them up. “But,” he said, “if you come by the house make sure that he was there. If it was only his wife and family at home when he come by, I'll hunt you up and kill you.” Mr. Dunkin never showed up to get his hicker nuts.

Grandpa had to move the milk cow to a neighbors pasture and barn so he would not have to pay Mr. Dunkin extra to keep the cow there.

This picture I am posting is of my grandma and grandpa along with my brother, Lowell, 
my cousin Benton Travis Harrison, and my aunt Mary Harrison.  This picture was taken in the early 1950's in Dupont, Indiana at my uncle A. J. Harrison's house

Til the next time, live large.

Jim



Friday, April 12, 2013

Grandpa and Grandma Harrison.

Well, it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life and I am feeling good.  I hope and pray that everyone of my family and friends are also doing okay today.

Grandma and grandpa Harrison, that would be my mom's mother and father.  Green Franklin Harrison and Lillie Ann Hardin.  My grandpa was born soon after the end of the Civil War, in 1886, in a little cabin in Jackson County, Kentucky.  My grandpa came from a "small" family, he had one brother, John Lewis Harrison and two sisters, Rachael Jane Harrison and Deliah Harrison.  Deliah, we did not know about until I started doing research.  She was a 'wild' girl, and died of Consumption or TB in 1917. But he had a whole passel of step-brothers and sisters, about 12 all told.  I guess this is why he left home as a young man and moved to the neighboring county of Gerrard to work for his future father-in-law, Joseph Oder Hardin.

I don't ever remember life without grandma and grandpa living with us.  Before I was born, my dad had a truck farm, growing fruits and vegetables to sell in the big town of Lexington.  Grandpa worked for my dad and his brothers on the farm.  One day on the way to town there was an accident.  Grandpa was setting in the passengers seat of the truck.  The truck was being driven by one of my uncles.  The truck took a curve to sharply and the door swung open.  This was in the days before seat belts was in vehicles.  Grandpa fell out and hit his head on the side of the road.  He was in a coma for about two weeks and the doctors thought he would not live.  When he pulled out of the coma, they found out that his ear drums had been broken and he was hard of hearing.  This being the case, he could not find work anywhere.  So when my mom and dad bought a farm in Jennings County, Indiana, grandma and grandpa moved with us.  My dad said as long as he had a roof over out heads and food on the table they could stay with us.  And that they did.

What do I remember most about my grandpa?  Well, there was family stories that he had American Indian blood flowing through his veins.  Grandpa was a small man, maybe 4'8" or 4'10" at the most.  He had high cheekbones and was dark complected. He truly loved the outdoors.  He had a green thumb, and was so proud of his blackberries and his garden.  He could get anything to grow.  Grandpa had a home remedy for any aliment. He taught he how to hunt and fish.  Even in the winter he had to be out and about.  Each winter he would run a trap line to catch mink, fox, muskrats, raccoons, anything with fur he would trap and stretch the hide over a board to cure so he could sell the fur.

Grandma Harrison was a big help to my mom there on the farm.  If mom and to run into town for dad, grandma was there to take care of us while she was gone.  If mom was not there, grandma was.  You could take that as a given.  Grandma would read us stories out of the Bible she kept at her bedside.  We used to love that and could hardly wait to see the color illustrations of the stories and the way that she brought life to them.

Tomorrow or the next day I will try to get to the story of Pocahontas.

Until then, live large my friends.

P.S. This is a picture of my Grandpa and Grandma Harrison taken in Lancaster Kentucky at their wedding in 1913.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The family Strieff.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life, and the lady Cards are number 2 in the women's NCAA basketball. How do you like that, number one and number two in the nation.  It must be something in the Louisville drinking water, no other way to explain it, other than they are the best. Way to go Cards!!!!

Now, the family Strieff.  It is quite interesting how I ended up following up on the line in the family link.  My dad's cousin, the daughter of his mom's sister found out that I was going to Germany to do some work for the Government.  She asked me if I could do her just one tiny favor while I was there.  It turned out to be for the whole time I was there, a little over a year.  She was wanting me to find a graveyard and some links to the name Strieff while I was there.  She told me that she had traced the Strieff line back to Alsace Lorraine and that the only other information was the Jacob Strieff's dad had served in the French Army during WW1 and was buried in some graveyard in a little village of Villars, France.

the company I was working for in Germany was a strict believer of never working on weekends.  So, they told me that I could use the company car that I had signed for which carried all of my electronic test equipment in the rear for my weekends anywhere in Europe as long as I paid for the gas with my own money.  Not a problem.

Do you realize how big Alsace Lorraine is?  It is fairly large once you are on the ground and that Villars is a common name of a few villages in France?  So, for the first two months, on the weekends I was on the road traveling through out Alsace Lorraine and France, walking through graveyards.  After about two to three months of this, I could the frugality of my search.  I needed more information if I was make any headway.  I got on the phone and let her know that I was not giving up on the search but was going to curtail it some.  Cut back on the number of trips.  She said that this was okay with her and if she got anymore information she would let me know.

She passed away before I finished my tour in Germany and before I could finally break through with this family.  Nobody else in her family was interested in finding out this family information but I believed I owed it to myself and to her to find out what I could.

After I came back to the US and semi-retired for health reasons, I became serious and bought a Delux membership to Ancestry.com. Even with this I was still behind the curve and could not break through.  Then one day I decided to Google in the last name, and up popped a French home page with the last name the same.  After working for a little with the translator, come to find out that he was a genealogist, looking for the same name I was working with here in the States.  After a few exchanges of e-mails, we realized we were working on the same family.  He had all the family tree from France and Germany and had lost the family after they came to the States.  Was I ever amazed!!!

The picture I am attaching today is of my paternal grandfather, Oliver Hiram West, on the left, and his father-in-law, Joseph Grosser on the right.  This being their relationship, they looked enough alike to pass as brothers.

Till the next time, live large my friends.

PS. If anyone of you have any questions just post them and I will answer it if I can.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Basic family information.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life, and the Louisville Cards are the NCAA Champs.  Am I feeling good or what? This is truly a new day.

I am thinking that the best way to start this new Blog is to get the last names down and their origins, or where does the names come from.  My last name is West.  Most genealogist say the West name comes from England where it depicted people who lived west of the main settlement.  But, that is only a general rule.  I believe that my West family had its origins in Germany, France and maybe just a little English on the side.  I have traced my dad's line back to about 1770-80 To Pennsylvania, where I have hit a brick wall and can't seem to break through. My dad's name is Victor (NMI) West.  (NMI) is military speak for No Middle Initial.

My dad's dad, or my paternal grandfather was named Oliver Hiram West and his mom's name was Margaret Strieff.  Both grandparents was born in Kentucky.  Oliver Hiram West's father and mother, my great-grandparents, were Hiram West and Martha 'Mattie' Parker, both born in Kentucky.  My dad's mom, Margaret Strieff was the daughter of Jacob Strieff and Barbara Grosser.  Jacob Strieff was born in Alsace Lorraine, which could have been either French or German, depending on who had control of the region.  Both French and German are spoken there.  Barbara Grosser was born in Bavaria, Germany.

My mother's name is Frances Harrison.  She was born in Garrard County, Kentucky to Green Franklin Harrison and Lillie Ann Hardin.  The Harrison family line came to Kentucky from the Jamestown area of Surry County, Virginia.  The Hardin family came to Kentucky from Culpepper County, Virginia. It is through the Harrison line that I am related to Matoaka Pocahontas, with the christian name of Rebecca.  And it is through the Hardin family line that I am related to the King and Queen of Denmark.  All the information will be provided through later Blogs.  I am going to attempt to attach a picture of my mom and dad soon after their wedding in Lexington, Kentucky.

Till next time, Live Large!

Monday, April 8, 2013

My ancestry.

Hello everyone,

Well, it'a a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life and I am feeling really great at this time.  I am going to start up a new blog about my family tree, the many branches, and right to the roots.  I guess I should start at the beginning, why I got interested in my roots, where my family roots started as best as I can figure out.  Basically I will give a brief overview of where my roots started out over the Atlantic Ocean.

Why did I get interested in my family ancestors?  It started out as a grade school project.  Either Mike, my son, or Michelle, my daughter came home from school one day and said that they had a project at school to trace back their family tree.  So naturally this was a 'daddy' question and not a 'mommie' question.   I had not problems on my maternal side of the family, my mom's dad and mom.  They had lived with us all of my life and  I grew up with them.  My dad's mom and dad died before I was born so I had to ask my mom their names as my dad had already passed away. So I got the grandparents on both sides of the tree and there it set. It set for about 10 years before I was again involved with it.  I was on my way to Germany and my aunt wanted me to do her a favor and see if I could find some of her people while I was over there.  They were from Alsace Lorraine, which I discovered flip-floped between France and Germany for ownership.  I will cover my research there later on in the story as it develops.

Some of the places I have traced my ancestors to is Jamestown, Virginia, USA,   Germany, England, Norway, Denmark, France.  And there were some highlighted names along the way, Pocahontas here in Virginia, some Barons and Knights in Germany, Dukes and Ladies in England, and even the King and Queen of Denmark.

So, hopefully, I will be able to start my writing journal tomorrow or the next day.

Till then my friends, live large.