Happy Anniversary to My Aunt and Uncle
For their 50th Anniversary April 9, 2005

By Claudia Johnson



Martha and Richard, 1950s
Since you two are at the place in life where there is absolutely nothing a person could buy for you, I guess my gift will have to be produced by one of the two talents I have. You most likely don’t want anything sewn, so I’ll have to resort to writing.
In some distant future when some nosy genealogist (like me) researches our family, we will appear as mere lines on a family chart. It will indicate that I am the daughter of Martha’s sister, Okaleen, and Richard is Martha’s husband, making him my uncle by marriage – proof positive that the most accurate family tree cannot begin to diagram relationships.
You two as a couple and individually are part of the very fabric of which my life is crafted, perhaps in many ways, a part of the stitching itself.
As long as I have conscious memory, you are woven in it, a recurring pattern, comfortable and comforting.
Edward, Richard & Martha, 1955
The memory of the day my little brother was born has you picking me up and taking me to the old hospital at Ethridge. I am not sure if this is true, but no one has ever told me this, so I think it is real. And there’s this little nagging detail that supports that it’s a credible memory. I think we looked in the refrigerator, and a bottle of something was spilled…maybe Geritol? I might have spilled it, who knows? But there you were, ready to give my brother his middle name just as you did me.
Some of my most treasured childhood memories are waiting for you all to get to the house on a weekend. I’d beg to stay up if you were running late. It was the best part of the week. Life never has been better than those nights of you adults talking in our old house, laughing and joking, and me listening (and getting in trouble for butting in).
Russell home in Donaldson
I remember crossing the Cumberland on a ferry when you lived in Donelson, going to Rudy’s Farms, touring the Hermitage and driving to the Parthenon to see the giant lighted nativity scene on the lawn. 
I remember an ice cream parlor in the Arcade downtown that gave away helium balloons, the Christmas and Easter displays for children in the department stores before there were malls, the big neon Coke advertisement that magically poured the coke into a glass at some intersection in Nashville, going to Zayre’s where Mama bought me some pink flip flops and a little flower watering can, later those big hamburgers at the Castner Knott grill, a horrible day at Teresa’s daycare when someone was in the hospital, your address (3805 Briar Cliff Court) and phone number (VE2-7240) and that your bathroom was lavender.
Almost every youthful memory of my Daddy and Uncle Richard is related to hunting or fishing, either coming or going or cleaning the kill or catch or eating it. Sometimes I can still smell the exact combination of that smell of crappie, biscuits, gravy, perked coffee and scrambled eggs after a fishing trip on Old Hickory Lake. Barry, Teresa and I would still be sleeping, and the aroma would wake us up, daring us into the kitchen-dining area.
That was the smell of happy days, of daddies that we could count on and mothers who made sure we had the best piece of fish and the biggest biscuit.
Teresa Lynne
The safety of that placed never changed, but the world outside of it is hard. It is those smells and tastes that gave us strength for  later, when we needed it most.
One of the happiest days of our lives was July 3, 1964. We waited all day to find out about “the baby.” When Uncle Richard called, he talked to me, too, and told me that she had a head of long black hair. I thought she might look like Priscilla Presley with that description. Thankfully, she was prettier. She and I — heck, we all — fussed and fought, but I have loved her since the minute I knew she was in this world.
Claudia, Teresa & Barry
When Aunt Martha was working at Castner Knott and Uncle Richard would come down before sunrise on Saturday mornings, Barry and I would awaken to find ourselves sandwiching Teresa Lynne. We both wanted to hug her. When Tim was big enough, all four of us would end up piled in that bed. Our Mama (or Aunt Okie) having done 500 things before we even woke up, might be in the garden or cutting the yard or cooking something we all loved for lunch. She’d be worried that Aunt Martha would be tired and have a wreck on the way down that night, worried that she would be hungry – not that anyone in our family has ever missed a meal or a snack.
Claudia, Teresa, Tim & Barry '60s
If all four of us kids were there and we had one coke and one candy bar, mother would measure and cut absolutely equal parts of the candy bar and pour the sweet brown liquid equally into crystal wedding oat glasses. 
I know and knew then that as much as humanly possibly and somewhat divinely possible, my mother loved Teresa and Tim as much as she did Barry and me. She just did not give birth to them, but the fact her sisters did was good enough. I could never tell that any of us were treated any differently than the others, and that was very comforting. It taught me a lesson in fairness early on, not to mention unconditional love.
Speaking of love, Teresa loved watermelon, so we usually had one when she was there in summer. One night after she foundered herself on warm ones from the field, we spent a nice night at the hospital with her spewing pink puke all the way. And she loved to play “Barbies,” the pursuit of which encompassed all the Saturdays of years of our lives since I loved them too. If there is anything that I wish Teresa and I could completely recapture, it would be the sheer abandon with which we played Barbies. Mine are in my china cabinet, a memorial to our girlish, halcyon days.
Okie and Martha, best friends
I’ve often said that I had the coolest haircuts and dos because my aunt was first a beauty school student, then an accomplished beautician. It was so exciting to have her whip out that white “kit” and start “twisting” our hair or painting nails or giving a perm. It was a performance every time. Martha was the star, glamorous in her frosted, tipped, bobbed, streaked, dyed, beached or whatever-the-rage hair. Granny or Mama were the best supporting actresses. The dialogue was all ad-lib, no script needed there. Aunt Martha could hold ten clippies in her mouth, have a curler on every finger, wield two pairs of scissors and still tell the most intriguing stories of life in the big city.
Beautician
Between these sessions and the Sunday afternoons in Granny’s den, my penchant for news and story telling began. I could hardly sleep hearing the horrible stories of beaten babies, perverted men who lured little children to cars with promises of candy, missing girl scouts and wanton women who slept with metro cops (thought I didn’t hear that didn’t you?).
Aunt Mott was cool, I mean groovy. She wore hot pants and vinyl boots, red flowery culottes, a star-covered see-through blouse….whatever was the fad, and this was just for work. I recall my mother whipping up maternity clothes and other outfits for Aunt Martha, and how both women became the queens of the upscale clearance sale.
Uncle Richard, Barry & Claudia
Other fun memories are of Aunt Martha “laying out” on the picnic table Daddy built because she was afraid a worm would get on her; teaching me to eat pinto beans with the you-eat-one-I’ll-eat-one method; and (justifiably) bragging about her gorgeous legs. She was the first person I ever knew that went to a gym (Roman Health Spa, at 100 Oaks.)
Russells in 1970s
Uncle Richard was always our entertainer. My friend Connie referred to him as Uncle Funny, and it was true.  He said something when I rode home with him to Nashville one time that only I heard, but I will never cease to recall it and laugh under certain circumstances. He was driving in that relaxed salesman way that made my Daddy always say, “Man keep your hands on the steering wheel” or something related, when suddenly two birds flew out of nowhere and slammed into the car, bouncing lifelessly to the road.
Without even hesitating, he quipped, “Now that’s the way you kill two birds with one car.”
Barry thought Uncle Richard was the best thing, and Uncle Richard seemed to return the sentiment. Our Uncle Richard was the first sports nut I knew, one of a long, long line, I’m afraid. He also set the standard for lawn grooming, a standard to which neither Barry or I have ever aspired.
Trip to Florida, 1969
The two families took a trip to Florida in 1969 and another to the Smokies in 1973. Both times we all laughed till it hurt, sharing motel rooms, campers, picnics and sunburns.
Good days were when we all gathered around the piano and the adults sang while Granny, then later Aunt Martha played the piano. But there were myriads of good days, and they are really not embellished by memory or tarnished by grief.
Singing on Sunday
We have loved, lost, fought, hugged, sang, cried. We have endured illnesses, divorces, disappointments. We have prayed for fragile babies and buried aged parents and grandparents. And together, we, Aunt Martha, Uncle Richard, my Daddy, my Mama and I, waited as Mama crossed from this life to eternity, on of all days, your anniversary.
I love you both. Thanks for sharing your life with us.


James Carrell (1787-1856), Giles Countian who served in the War of 1812




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James Carrell was born in Granville County, N. C., around 1787. His birthdate is estimated from information contained in the 1850 Census of Giles County, Tenn. In later years his daughter, Mary Carrell Owen, answered the 1880 Census for Giles County that her father was born in North Carolina.
On March 14, 1813, in Williamson County, Tenn., a James Carrell was brought before the court because he beat and wounded John Roberts. Robert Sammons helped him. James put up bail, but Sammons spent 52 days in jail and was ordered to pay a $13.50 fine.
On Sept. 26, 1813, James Carrell enlisted for service in the War of 1812. His affidavit for 160 acres of Bounty Land stated that he was a substitute for William J. Mayberry, mustering out at Fayetteville, Tenn. He was a member of 2nd Regiment Tennessee Volunteer Infantry, serving under the command of Col. William Pillow. His captain was C.E. McEwen, who later swore upon affidavit that Carrell served under his command.
The regiment to which Carrell belonged was composed of about 400 men who participated in Jackson's first campaign into Creek territory along with the regiment under Col. Bradley. Both these regiments fought at the Battle of Talladega on Nov. 9, 1813, where Col. Pillow was wounded. An anecdote concerning Pillow at Talladega claimed that Jackson ordered the colonel to fall back once the Creeks attacked, but Pillow refused on the grounds that he would not let his wounded men be "scalped by the demons." Lt. Col. William Martin, who took over the regiment after Pillow was wounded at Talladega, was later at the center of a dispute with Andrew Jackson over the enlistment terms of the regiment. Basil Berry, who served with Carrell, swore in an affidavit that Carrell was at the Battle of Talladega with him, after which time Carrell was promoted to Major, though there is no official record of this promotion.
The line of march would have taken these men from Fayetteville to Huntsville and on to Fort Strother, where the regiment was stationed after the Battle of Talladega.
Less than 15 miles from Fort Strother lay the Creek village of Tallushatchee, where a large body of Red Sticks had assembled. Jackson ordered Gen. John Coffee, along with a thousand mounted men, to destroy the town. On the morning of Nov. 3, 1813, Coffee approached the village and divided his detachment into two columns: the right composed of cavalry under Col. John Alcorn and the left under the command of Col. Newton Cannon. The columns encircled the town and the companies of Capt. Eli Hammond and Lt. James Patterson went inside the circle to draw the Creeks into the open.
The ruse worked. The Creek warriors charged the right column of Coffee’s brigade, only to retreat to their village where they were forced to make a desperate stand. Coffee’s army overpowered the Creeks and quickly eliminated them. Coffee commented that "the enemy fought with savage fury, and met death with all its horrors, without shrinking or complaining: no one asked to be spared, but fought as long as they could stand or sit." One of the Tennessee soldiers, the legendary David Crockett, simply said: "We shot them like dogs." The carnage ended in about thirty minutes. At least 200 Creek warriors (and some women) lay dead, and nearly 100 prisoners, mostly women and children, were taken. American losses amounted to five killed and about 40 wounded.
Shortly after Coffee’s detachment returned to Fort Strother, Jackson received a plea for help from a tribe of allied Creeks at Talladega, who were besieged by a contingency of Red Sticks. Jackson responded to the call by mobilizing an army of 1,200 infantry and 800 cavalry and set out for the Creek fort at Talladega, arriving there in the early morning of Nov. 9. Using the same tactics that had worked at Tallushatchee, Jackson surrounded the town with a brigade of militia under General Isaac Roberts on the left and a brigade of volunteers led by General William Hall on the right. A cavalry detachment, under Colonel Robert Dyer, was held in reserve and an advance unit, led by Colonel William Carroll, was sent in to lure the Red Sticks out into the open. When the Creeks attacked the section of the line held by Roberts’ brigade, the militia retreated allowing hundreds of warriors to escape. The gap was quickly filled by Dyer’s reserves and Roberts’ men soon regained their position. Within 15 minutes the battle was over. At least 300 Creeks perished on the battlefield while American losses amounted to 15 killed and 86 wounded. Jackson marched his troops back to Fort Strother to attend to his wounded and obtain desperately needed supplies.
Prior to the Battle of Talladega, Jackson had expected to rendezvous with an army from East Tennessee under the command of Major Gen. John Cocke. However, jealousy and rivalry between the two divisions of the state prevented the hoped-for junction of the two forces. Cocke, in need of supplies for his own army, felt that joining Jackson would only make the supply situation worse (supply problems plagued the Tennesseans throughout the Creek War). Cocke insisted that his army seek its own "glories in the field."
James was honorably discharged on Jan. 15, 1814, at Franklin, Tenn.

How to Become an Ancestry Investigator (also known as a genealogist)


Getting Started on Ancestry Investigation

The best description for what I do would be “ancestor investigation.” I love it. Somehow I had the impression for the first 48 years of my life that I could not put the pieces of my personal history together without professional help – which I had received free of charge over the years from two great genealogists, Frank Tate and Elizabeth White. I can only hope to become half the researchers they were, so this blog post is dedicated to the memory of these beloved mentors.
If you are interested in your family history – and let’s face it, you either are or you aren’t – but you do not know where to begin, these articles are for you. I will attempt to share some of what I have learned about conducting research and utilizing historical resources. However, please heed this warning: ancestor investigation is addicting. You will know you have a problem when you begin to think more about your deceased relatives than your living ones. Or when you can’t wait to finish everything else so you can hit the research books or websites. You miss these people whose barely legible names are scrawled in some marriage bond or Census record or deed. Maps of the places they once lived mesmerize you as your imagination takes you over the paths and streams and hills they must have traveled. You imagine their anticipation at embarking on a new life when their name appears on a ship’s passenger list. You shed real tears when you read their will or touch their tombstone.
To genealogists those people whose names you have scarcely heard or whose stern faces you’ve glimpsed in old portraits become increasingly alive. You are connected to them – and not just by DNA. Their story, whether decades or centuries old, is part of your story. The totality of your family’s history is intertwined with the history of your community, state, continent and of the world itself.
What is most amazing, through diligent ancestor investigation, these connections are made and our limited years on this earth fit into the infinite expanse of time.
So how does one begin? Certainly not at the beginning, since it is very difficult to find where that is! First, buy yourself a sturdy notebook and some pencils with erasers. Yes, I know you will be using a computer for much of the process, but nothing takes the place of a notebook that can be carried anywhere…and should be. Do not worry yet about charts or programs. Nothing is as important as collecting the facts.
Printable worksheets are posted here: 
http://pastpage.blogspot.com/2013/01/click-on-family-history-worksheets-one.html!
Begin with yourself. You probably know much more than you think you do. Write your name at the top of a page. Skip two or three pages, then write your mother’s name. Move on to your father, each grandparent, great grandparent and so on, skipping a few pages between each person. Under each name, start recording facts, such as birth, marriage, education, religion, military service, employment, death, burial, full names and anything else pertinent to that individual with as many dates and details as possible. If the person is still living, make a list of questions you need to have answered. This is where you will learn the names and/or nicknames of the older generations (make each one a page), family anecdotes, physical descriptions and other important information not contained in official records. Each person’s pages should be filled in as details emerge. These will be the basis for your research. 
Bear in mind that family members do not always know exact details about their elders any more than your children know or could recite all the facts about you. Memories are relative – no pun intended. Simply by urging a person to relate something to their own life or memories, you can estimate dates that could assist verification of facts that your parent, grandparent, older siblings or cousins, aunts or uncles or even longtime family friends are sharing. For example, your mother may not know when her great grandfather died, but she may remember that it was when she was in a certain grade of school, which can narrow down years in which to search for documents like wills, probate records or land sales.
Never pass up the chance to copy or make a good, clear high-resolution photograph or scan of any document, artifact, heirloom or photo offered. Sometimes letters, military papers, lawsuits, estate settlements and other fact-filled documents have been around so long, people have forgotten they exist. Ask if there is anything physical associated with the family history. This could be the last chance you will ever have to get a picture of your grandfather’s pistols or your grandmother’s wedding gown.


 Practical Strategies for Using Resources.
There are many websites devoted to helping find ancestors, and most of them require a membership fee to receive their full access, with additional charges for non-U.S. collections. Some claim to offer billions of records, but these usually include other people’s family trees they have uploaded. Other people’s trees are NOT records, and a serious genealogist must resist the temptation to accept anything as fact that they have not themselves confirmed.
I subscribe to two services: Ancestry.com (U.S. only) and Fold3.com. The cost is approximately $200 per year, but the availability of downloadable scans of original documents saves me thousands each year in travel, copying, postage or phone calls. That said, there are numerous free resources online and in our communities. A short list of places to get started is included as a sidebar to this article. These include libraries, county archives and special research rooms where you may search at no cost collections of bound census records, Civil War service and pension records, newspapers, marriage books, deeds, wills, estate settlements, probate and other court documents, cemetery records, death certificates, maps, old photos and numerous other data collections.
If at all possible, use only original records – not transcriptions. Because of the difficulty in transcribing names, the error factor increases appreciably when using transcriptions. This is true of all documents, and every effort should be made to obtain a copy of the original document to use as a source for your data. Never forget to record the source of your research information. Unsourced information is virtually useless in the end.
Before you begin collecting facts, you may want to download certain forms to help you remain organized. One site, familytreemagazine.com/info/censusforms, offers free worksheets for use with the U.S. Census. Each is designed for a specific census year since the various Census records throughout the decades collected different data. To get a better idea of how to use the Census and other public records, download this thorough guide from the National Archives: tinyurl.com/archivedrecords.
The Census is always a great place to start and can give you an immediate sense of accomplishment. The Census has been taken since 1790. Unfortunately, most of the 1790 and 1810 records no longer exist. Neither do the 1890 records. This is a source of eternal frustration to researchers, and as you become more experienced, you will see why this loss is lamented. The most recent records available are from 1940, which were released only last year in keeping with Census records remaining confidential for 72 years.
Hard as it is to do, you must choose a family “line” to get started. For the novice, I recommend selecting the family line closest to your home. This will enable you to use at no charge the materials provided by your local research facility or your state archives.
Try first by searching for your parents, grandparents or even great-grandparents in the 1940 Census, which is free online at 1940census.archives.gov, and includes easy-to-use instructions. When you find the records, download the .pdf copy of that record for your file. Next, you should attempt to find your ancestors in the 1930 Census and for each year prior as far back as you can go. You will find that your trail leads you through not only your parents and grandparents, but also to your gg-grandparents and if fortunate, your ggg-grandparents or beyond.

Available Records
There are many research records available online at no cost to researchers. One of my favorites is www.familysearch.org. The site contains billions of names across hundreds of collections—including birth, marriage, death, probate, land, military and more. I usually stick with just the official documents and records when conducting research online. As I have pointed out before, it is detrimental to your research to accept other people’s family trees published on the internet as accurate unless they provide a verifiable source. In my communications with researchers across the country, I have been mislead into believing that a person had a revealing family history that could close gaps for me in my research only to find that they had merely copied another person’s research, usually unsourced, and accepted it as correct.
Everyone apparently wants to be descended from royalty, the rich, the famous or the infamous, so may of these “family histories” published online tempt novice or lazy investigators into latching on without any logical verification. DO NOT fall prey to this. Our ancestors were heroes in their own rights. For example it can be very exciting to find proof that an ancestor was an early settler and survivor to an area were Indian treaties had recently been signed. Perhaps your ancestor fought in the American Revolution, the War of 1812, the Civil War or some other conflict. Finding their enlistment records, payments for service, pension application files or prisoner of war records brings their struggles to life and makes you thankful that you even exist. Using the tools and advice I provided here along with this information should set you on a successful course toward discovering your own glorious family history.

A Closer Look at a Free Source
Now, let’s look at www.familysearch.org and how to get the most from it. Even though it is free, you must create an account so you will be able to download .pdf copies of original scanned records, which of course you want to do. To keep yourself organized, I suggest you create file folders with the names of each of the families you are researching so you can save the downloads to those folders immediately. Rename the downloaded file in a way that will save time later. For example: 1850.census.benjamin.johnson. With a file name like that, you can search for it by date, type of record, first name or last name.
FamilySearch’s collection includes materials from all over the world, but for beginners, it is best to conquer your local, state or national records first. Among the records specific to Tennessee offered by FamilySearch for free are Tennessee Marriages, 1796-1950, Tennessee Death Records, 1914-1955; Tennessee Civil War Service Records of Confederate and Union Soldiers, 1861-1865; Tennessee Confederate Pension Applications, Soldiers and Widows, 1891-1965; Tennessee State Marriage Index, 1780-2002; and Tennessee Probate Court Books and Files, 1795-1927. These collections have been scanned,  so you will be able to read the originals. Warning: handwriting is often a challenge to read. Be very careful when transcribing. 
Remember that MOST people could not read or write, let alone spell – sometimes even their own name. Even a name as simple as Johnson is often misspelled as Jonson or Johnston, sometimes in the same document. Another of my family names is Owen. People in the same immediate family are recorded in various documents as Owens and sometimes Owings or Owins. My Carvell ancestors show up in local records as Carvill, Carville and Carvel. The records created by census takers, court officers and others responsible for recording names are only as good as the person who created them. Sometimes they guessed at spelling. If you are not finding records using the spelling you believe is correct, think like a person who could not spell. I finally found a record for George W. Joines by spelling the last name like my grandfather said it, “Jines.” Yep, there was the whole family in the 1870 Census Record, listed under the name Jines.
The recent addition of Tennessee Probate Court Books and Files, 1795-1927 to FamilySearch has solved many genealogical mysteries for me and my researcher friends and family. Probate records from every state are scanned and arranged by county. I have downloaded original document copies from the 1700s in Virginia and North Carolina such as wills, estate settlements, inventories of the personal property of the deceased and records from estate sales. Sometimes seeing who bought items can be of great help. For example, I do not have a document that definitively proves that George Joines is the son of Thomas and Julie Ann Joines, but when Julie Ann died, George Joines bought the family Bible at the estate sale. He also named a daughter Julie Ann and a son Thomas. Whose son does he appear to be?
Using the county probate records on FamilySearch requires extreme patience. They are not searchable, so after you choose the state, county and specific record, you must refer to the original index usually contained in the first 26 pages of the book. I keep a notebook beside me when doing this so I can write down the page number of anything I may want to investigate. I actually read each name on each of the alphabetical index pages, even if I may not find an ancestral name of that letter. 
Since it takes a while to read through anyway, I make notes on other last names that catch my attention, either because someone I know is searching that name or I know it to have been in some way associated with my family. Sometimes the will or estate record of a known neighbor contains a clue important to my research. For example, I am not directly descended from the Pillow family of Maury County, but we share a common ancestor, Gideon Johnson of Virginia and North Carolina. Therefore, various official records regarding the Pillow family have shed light on my Johnson family and in some cases, mentioned my direct ancestor.
If you would like to share with me your successes or if you have questions about your research, please contact me at dejavu159@gmail.com.

Local Genealogical Research Resources

Giles County Old Records Department
Giles County Court House, (931) 363-8434
Giles Historical Society Research Room
Public Library, (931) 363-2720
www.gilestn.genealogyvillage.com

Maury County Archives
(931) 375-1501
maurycounty-tn.gov/archives/archives.htm

Lawrence County Archives
931-852-4091

Marshall County Memorial Library
(931) 359-3335 www.mcmlib.org

Lincoln County
Archives Department (931) 438-1579
Genealogical Society
lincolncountytn.com/genealogy/index.htm

Free Web Resources
usgwarchives.net
tennessee.gov/tsla/Collections.htm
familysearch.org
chroniclingamerica.loc.gov
revwarapps.org/index.htm
findagrave.com
sonofthesouth.net
futureboy.us/fsp/dollar.fsp
accessgenealogy.com/military/civil/work.htm#Maps
tinyurl.com/TNCountyProbate


Ancestry Investigation Worksheets

Click on the family history worksheets one page at a time to make each one full-size. Print the sheet to use as a guide for your questioning as you begin your Ancestry Investigation research.



Willard History Tells Story of America Through One Man

The History of Beverly Willard Family of Virginia and Tennessee chronicles 250 years of American history as told through the descendants of one man, Beverly Willard, who was born in the mid-1700s and lived in Virginia until his move to Middle Tennessee in the early 19th Century.
“Willard settled in the rural area of what is now Cannon County, Tenn., before 1803,” explained Willard descendant Danny Nichols, author and history enthusiast who compiled, edited and created the narrative for the 1,435-page book. “It is more than the story of an individual, it is the story of a new country through revolution, westward expansion, civil war, industrial development, depression, disasters and the advent of technology. It is an American story of frontiersmen, farmers, patriots, moonshiners and preachers.”
Five years in the making, the publication, released in December 2011, is the collaborative effort of 50 contributors, crossing 13 generations and containing the names of more than 8,000 of Willard’s descendants. However, Nichols assures that the book is far more than traditional genealogical offerings, calling it “a true-to-life adventure,” supported by more than 200 pages of vintage photographs and hundreds of documents, letters, bible records, personal stories and newspaper accounts.
American history comes alive through stories of one young man who gave his life in 1814 at the Battle of Horseshoe Bend; brothers on opposing sides during the Civil War; a mother who defied a Union officer’s attempt to steal the family meal; a duel in Auburntown, Tenn., and the 40-year feud that resulted; 15 children and their parents who braved the wild West on a wagon-train to settle Texas; a young Texas Ranger murdered in the line of duty; a 95-year-old woman who became a legend in her hometown; and countless other stories of regular people living ordinary – sometimes extraordinary – lives.
Nichols observed that technology was crucial to the process and successful completion of one of the most comprehensive family histories written relative to Cannon County.
 “The Willard family was blessed when two descendants created a strong foundational history in the early 1960s,” Nichols said, explaining how the mammoth undertaking began. “With today’s technology, however, it became more apparent that the story was much larger than what was known of it in 1963. Computers and the Internet were not available to those earlier researchers, so finding data required thousands of hours of digging through courthouses and libraries and thousands of miles of travel.”
Nichols submits that contrary to what many think such new technologies have brought families closer.
“It was through the use of the Internet that cousins began to find one another and seek answers about their ancestry,” he said, crediting a “pool of inquisitive cousins” with the idea of coordinating individual efforts toward a common goal of updating the original work.
A private, invitational-access Internet website was created for correspondence among interested group members, with as many as 50 people in 16 states and one foreign country involved.
“To become a member of the Willard project one had to agree to contribute his or her own research materials and other pertinent resources,” Nichols said. “It is the sum of that research that truly tells the story. This work represents what can be accomplished through group effort. The result is well-indexed and referenced, making it a work of quality and significance. In 1803 when the Beverly Willard family settled on Hurricane Creek, no one would have ever dreamed such a story would unfold. It is a story worth telling and a most exciting story to read.”
 The History of the Beverly Willard Family of Virginia and Tennessee is being presented on DVD in two volumes in the .pdf format readable by all computers and mobile devices. It may be purchased through Dec. 1 at the pre-publication price of $25 (no shipping/handling) or after at $35 per copy. Orders are filled upon receipt at 180 Rose Hill Cemetery Road, Pulaski, Tenn. 38478.
“The purchaser may view the DVD on a computer, choose to print the publication on a home printer or take the camera-ready files to a professional printer for creation of a book,” Nichols said, adding that 14 different covers were designed to offer choices in personalizing final printed edition.


Johnson Cousin was an Oz Munchkin


Margaret Williams Pellegrini (Sept. 23, 1923-Aug. 7, 2013) 



Margaret Pellegrini, one of last surviving Munchkins, dies

By LISA GUTIERREZ
The Kansas City Star

Sad news for fans of “The Wizard of Oz.”
Margaret Pellegrini, 89, who played the flowerpot Munchkin in the 1939 movie, died Wednesday, a spokesman for the Munchkins told news outlets, including CNN.
Spokesman Ted Bulthaup said that Pellegrini, one of the Sleepy Head kids in the film, suffered a stroke at her Phoeniz area home on Monday.
Pellegrini was one of three surviving Munchkins. Her death leaves Lollipop Kid Jerry Maren, 93, and Ruth Duccini, 95, to carry on the Munchkin legacy.
According to a 2009 article in The Arizona Republic, Pellegrini was 15 when she played one of the 124 Munchkins in the movie.
She said they didn’t know what the movie was about until they saw it on the big screen, when she screamed the first time she saw herself. “They thought someone was dying,” she said.
She told the newspaper that she never got tired of being known as a Munchkin. “I get more noticed now,” she said in 2009. “It's a living now, and I make more now than I did in the movie. I made $50 a week. Toto made $125.”
She said that people asked her all kinds of questions about being in the movie, but the one she got asked the most was this: Did you meet Judy Garland?
“If you have seen the movie you know that the Munchkins were only in one scene with her,” said Pellegrini. “It is the only question that gets to me.”
She also debunked the urban legend that a Munchkin died on the set during filming.
“A maintenance man was up on a stepladder and something fell behind the curtain,” she said. “He was up there with his hand, trying to get it out and they snagged it. It looked like someone had hung themselves.”
In the book, "The Making of The Wizard of Oz," by Aljean Harmetz, Pellegrini said that what she remembered most about the movie was "the feeling of specialness. Someone was always there to brush my hair or fix my costume. For Christmas, Judy Garland gave all us little ones a big box of candy. We sat on the Yellow Brick Road and passed the box around. She also gave us autographed pictures. I still have mine."
Pellegrini was a frequent participant at Oz festivities wearing a costume similar to the one she wore in the movie. She was a regular at the annual OZtoberfest at the Oz Museum in Wamego, Kan. Museum officials planned to show a new video interview with Pellegrini at this year's festival, Sept. 27-29.
In 2007 she attended the presentation of a star given the surviving Munchkins on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
People placed flowers on that star Wednesday.
Blogger’s Note: RIP Margaret Pellegrini. This lady is my cousin. She and my Granddaddy Johnson were first cousins. I spoke to her in 2009 about our family history in hopes that she could shed light on some of the questions I had about the Williams side. She was a sweet lady and so proud of her Munchkin heritage. She told me the story of how she became a Munchkin, which I will write from my notes and publish on here as soon as possible. I had hoped to get the history I was writing about our family to her before she passed. I know she was lonely. Her husband and children were dead, and she expressed to me how tired she was. For our family, here is how we were connected. Leoma Williams and Archie Williams were brother and sister. Leoma married Ed Johnson, and they are the parents of Benjamin Monroe Johnson Sr. Archie married a Marshall, and Margaret was their child. This makes Monroe and Margaret first cousins. Monroe's children are Margaret's first cousins once removed. Monroe's grandchildren are first cousins twice removed...and on down the line. 
I had hoped she could get a copy of the history I am working on. She said she remembered coming to Rose Hill to visit her Aunt Lee (Leoma, who lived where Jimmy Ray Myers place is). Daddy remembers playing with her and her brother. She had a little tiny voice, and when she was telling me the story about the visit, she said she could still remember all the fresh vegetables my grandmother fixed. She was closer in age to Granddaddy's children than she was to him even through she was his first cousin. Her father was the baby of the family and Leoma was among the oldest. Her father was married twice to two sisters. Both died leaving him with children on his on. I talked to Margaret's brother's son recently, and he knew nothing about the family history because there was just no one to pass things along. She told me that when she was helping a relative in a potato chip booth at the Tennessee State Fair, a group of little people came by and asked if she wanted to join their show, Henry Kramer's Midgets. "At that time I didn't think I was a midget," said Pellegrini (who then stood about 3 ft. 4 inches).In the film, Pellegrini played a "sleepyhead" and munchkin villager. After the film, she married Willie Pellegrini (an average-sized ex-fighter) and had two children. – Claudia Kay Johnson, dejavu159@gmail.com