tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62155305057179626742024-02-21T01:43:56.602-08:00James William and Lucy Susan Stinson HendricksA Place of Discovery for their DescendantsMerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-65719013624582146162012-04-21T18:46:00.001-07:002012-04-21T18:46:21.180-07:00New picture found...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lucy Susana Stinson Hendricks</div>
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(original belongs to Kathy C. Gornto)</div>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-41648180488522882442011-01-18T20:38:00.000-08:002011-01-18T20:38:09.674-08:00“Days and Ways” Graham County Section of the Eastern Arizona Courier, page 6 – Section A By Wm R Ridgway Wednesday, January 25, 1984<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No better time than centennial time to remember precious pioneers such as <b>Lucy Susan Hendricks</b> and <b>James William Hendricks</b>. This worthy couple, along with their descendents, played key roles in Thatcher’s founding.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>At the time of the <b>Hendricks’</b> June 1885 Thatcher arrival the hamlet was still in its swaddling clothes stage with some eight or nine families busy grubbing mesquite and re-building rock-brush dams. Such work was completely foreign to the <b>Hendricks</b> family when it purchased the 160 acres Andy Carlson Sr. farm located on Thatcher’s western outskirts.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Being a knowledgeable farmer and indefatigable farmer when living in his former Butler County, Kentucky, residence, newcomer <b>Hendricks</b> quickly adapted to western style farming such as irrigating, cutting and baling alfalfa, etc. This was a far cry from Kentucky type agriculture where Jimmie grew grain aplenty, raised a bumper crops of sugar cane from which he prepared 40-gallon barrels of molasses; also grew such vegetables as turnips, cabbage, carrots, potatoes and other vegetables which he covered with straw after placing them in straw lined trenches.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Being a border state, Kentucky was caught up in the throes of the Civil War. During the course of this bloody conflict, one which pitted brother against brother, James Hendricks wore the blue uniform as did his brothers Joseph and Wiley. In later years, a grandchild asked <b>Jimmie</b> if he shot anyone whole serving as a solder. His answer: “Not to my knowledge.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Earlier on a happier note, <b>James William Hendricks</b> married <b>Lucy Susan Stinson</b> in a January 6, 1857 ceremony. Briefly the young couple lived for a short time in Todd and Logan Counties before establishing themselves on a 175 acre farm near Huntsville, Kentucky. To this union were born the following 14 children; Nancy Elizabeth, <b>Arminda Alice</b>, Amanda Catherine, Willa Belle, David ----, ---na, Martha Susan, James Balus, Dora Edith, Charles McHenry, George Washington, Archibald, Olie and Olien. Only eight of the above children grew to maturity.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Events of 1882 had a resounding impact upon the <b>Hendricks</b> family and their destiny. It was during this period that two Mormon missionaries, John W Taylor and Jacob G Bigler, preached the Gospel in the Huntsville area to many families including the <b>Hendricks</b>. Teaching <b>Lucy</b> and the girls was no difficult task but <b>Father James</b> was another matter. <b>James</b> didn’t have time to listen as he had work to do that couldn’t wait. But Mormon Missionaries can be ingenious for they devised a plan whereby they took turns plowing for James while the other taught him the Gospel of Jesus Christ </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>As a result of the missionaries efforts James, Lucy and their daughters <b>Arminda Alice</b>, Armanda Catherine, Willie Belle were baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints on April 17, 1882. Due to several factors, including a persistent anti-Mormon bias that existed among many of their neighbors, the Hendricks family reached the decision to move to faraway Arizona where they could worship in freedom and among other Saints.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>It was on June 14, 1885 that the <b>Hendricks</b> family entrained for their Arizona destination. On arriving at Bowie the family group was warmly greeted by Jacob Bigler who had played a leading role in the <b>Hendricks’</b> conversion to the LDS faith. Since, at this period, there were no trains operating between Bowie and Globe, Mr Bigler conveyed the Kentucky family by wagon to his Central home where the Hendricks stayed until a farm was located and purchased. According to family history, <b>Mr Hendricks</b> then erected “the first shingled roof and lumber floor house in the (Thatcher) community, the rest having dirt floors and roofs.” Portions of this home have been re-modeled into the present Harold Reed home located on Palmer Lane.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>During the Hendricks Thatcher years the various members of the transplanted family made many religious and cultural contributions to their adopted community. For instance, it was Nancy, the <b>Hendricks</b> oldest child, who taught Thatcher’s initial school in a chicken coop located on the Rass Carpenter farm. This non-certified school was also non-pretentious with its dirt floor and dirt roof and benches made of rough 1x6 lumber.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>During the latter part of the 1890’s the Model project in the now Franklin areas enticed no few Safford Valley farmers, including <b>James Hendricks</b>, to cast their lots in this ambitious project. Before leaving Thatcher, <b>Lucy and James Hendricks</b> had given each of their married daughters 20 acres of land and other items; the balance of their land holdings were divided among other members of the Hendricks family.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Both <b>James William</b> and <b>Lucy Hendricks</b> lived out their lives in the Franklin area, <b>James</b> dying February 3, 1908 and Lucy passing away March 21, 1927. Both are buried in the Franklin cemetery. Their legacy to their fellow men – descendants of sterling character and talented skills – was rich indeed.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span> </span>POSTSCRIPT: MANY THANKS TO Mrs Ray (Lucille) Morris for providing needed help in the preparation of the above article. And many thanks to Reva Tupen and Joanna Smith Reismann whose Hendricks writings were utilized in the above story.</span></div>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-86610871207079987762009-02-03T06:47:00.000-08:002009-02-03T06:50:22.844-08:00A small clue...It is family tradition that James [James William's father] had a rafting business and that one day he went down the river and never came back. I found this clue online but I can't seem to find where I can get a copy of the book. If anyone can access this please let me know the results!<br /><br /><div title="The Fountain, A Welch Surname Newsletter, Welch and Allied Names in America" class="thumbnail"><div class="shadow-box"><img src="http://bks3.books.google.com/books?id=7otYAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=1&h=80&w=58&edge=stretch&sig=ACfU3U1sFn0JWakWShFyd9JKsgFAhS4VDA&source=gbs_gdata" width="58" height="80" /></div></div><div style="font-weight: bold;" class="booktitlelink">The Fountain, A Welch Surname Newsletter, Welch and Allied Names in America [- 1990-01-01 - A. and B. Mahoney]</div><div class="booksearchresult"><br />"This land was patented in the name of James HENDRICKS and the deed states: ... expense in building boats and setting himself at the Kentucky River on a ..."</div>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-30427667867022225832008-04-20T07:53:00.000-07:002008-04-20T07:55:07.647-07:00Calling All Male Hendricks<div id="EC_section6"> <div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Participation in a FREE DNA study to see if we can find a common ancestor and determine where the Hendricks originated from!</span><br /><br /></span></div> <div>Participation in the Sorenson Molecular Genealogy Foundation is free, simple and makes an invaluable contribution to future generations with the preservation of your genetic and genealogical information.<br />Participation in the project is given through three simple steps:<br />1) a signed consent form,<br />2) a pedigree chart and<br />3) a DNA sample obtained through a simple mouthwash swish.<br /><br />Request a kit online today at <a href="http://www.smgf.org/" target="_blank">www.smgf.org</a>. You may also request additional kits for your friends and family members directly on their website or by contacting an SMGF representative at <a href="mailto:info@smgf.org">info@smgf.org</a>. </div></div>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-87014012427736666352008-04-05T20:21:00.001-07:002008-12-08T14:08:27.741-08:00Excerpts from missionary journal of Elder Louis Kelsch –<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_-KMR5hbr8z1SyQ0RNaOEfS6kA8wrYh5_DghQ7eVeZcvsXgJQCOYHYjzQ9c-4gPk0P5P3rv5DwGbyJi1vkAxv3AEkqqmMEfMHh57UTIg_8RPkWbOiZSNUl6vsZQawokoqFArr2JUyELT/s1600-h/Elder+Louis+Kelsch+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_-KMR5hbr8z1SyQ0RNaOEfS6kA8wrYh5_DghQ7eVeZcvsXgJQCOYHYjzQ9c-4gPk0P5P3rv5DwGbyJi1vkAxv3AEkqqmMEfMHh57UTIg_8RPkWbOiZSNUl6vsZQawokoqFArr2JUyELT/s200/Elder+Louis+Kelsch+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185969824966471826" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >-picture of Elder Louis Kelsch taken in 1901</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>May 1882<o:p></o:p></b></span></pre><pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">May 7th</span></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >: I started for Rochester, Butler County [Kentucky]to<br />see the brethren who were laboring there.<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >May 8th</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >: I arrived in </span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Rochester </span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >having walked that day over<br />28 miles and was kindly received by Mr. and Sister Granville Hunt.<br />The next night I stopped with Dr. Hunt. I was told on arriving in Rochester that<br />Bro. Taylor had gone home to Salt Lake City and that a young man by the name of<br />W. Paul* was laboring with Bro. Bigler. I dreamed that night of seeing him and I<br />met him alone in the road and knew him. <o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <span style="font-weight: bold;">May 10th</span></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >: After meeting Bro. Paul we proceeded to the house of Bro. A.<br />Nourse. Sister Nourse told me that she knew me as soon as she saw me coming. "For,"<br />she said, "I saw you the other night in a dream."<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->May 12th</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >: We visited Bro. Hendricks. His wife said, "That is the elder<br />that I saw coming with you Bro. Bigler." On inquiring I found that she dreamed<br />of seeing me come with Bro. Bigler.<o:p></o:p></span></pre><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >*</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >[Walter George Paul]</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">February 1883-</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >We arrived in Cromwell about noon, took boat about 4 o'clock for<br />Rochester, Butler Co., Kentucky, where we arrived at 12 o'clock at night in<br />safety. Walked about half a mile to the house of Granville Hunt whose wife<br />belonged to the church. All were glad to see us and made us welcome to their<br />hospitality.<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="">February 25th</span></b></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >: Went to Dr. Hunt who was not a member of the church but<br />always had made his house a home for the elders.<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="">February 26th</span></b></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >: Went to a protracted meeting. A preacher by the name of P.<br />Taylor told the people that baptism was not essential to salvation, or he said<br />that when we got to heaven that we should not be asked whether we were<br />baptized or not. We stopped at Bro. J. Hendricks.<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><b><span style="">February 28th:</span></b></span><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Visited Sister Nourse and daughter, also met several of</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the other saints there. Spent a very pleasant day together singing, conversing</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >and praying. Stopped all night with Dr. Hunt.</span><o:p></o:p></span></pre></div>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-33217063041247734372008-04-02T06:40:00.001-07:002008-12-08T14:08:28.464-08:00James W. Hendricks Diary<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1SrU3iMkyJBLZAYi5p-r2ls-VJaadygC8Odi6DI-Ag6OYOnOCEby5Fqr1-Ilbp4HWs7eiViNju_kA4dZWESQeacVF_9ypibUAU6zVzJ8xGs47cvAETa5ckS5UXGsTwSbtQR-TFOnfn1s/s1600-h/Hendricks+Diary+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1SrU3iMkyJBLZAYi5p-r2ls-VJaadygC8Odi6DI-Ag6OYOnOCEby5Fqr1-Ilbp4HWs7eiViNju_kA4dZWESQeacVF_9ypibUAU6zVzJ8xGs47cvAETa5ckS5UXGsTwSbtQR-TFOnfn1s/s320/Hendricks+Diary+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184714749623234418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCekphEZXpeHwXxHmoobx7UYvEVI1qY5OxwkZ4TkoZVBlaA3BCR7sXkwm5bHJVuwU0_jx_p0tc95znFiofXNwYMvBEsjZ0Y-iZ2wgGBKm5wmZ1gkNum6AkvCh3VQW8QO25yRHyKk0npOXk/s1600-h/Hendricks+diary+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCekphEZXpeHwXxHmoobx7UYvEVI1qY5OxwkZ4TkoZVBlaA3BCR7sXkwm5bHJVuwU0_jx_p0tc95znFiofXNwYMvBEsjZ0Y-iZ2wgGBKm5wmZ1gkNum6AkvCh3VQW8QO25yRHyKk0npOXk/s320/Hendricks+diary+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184642856165666626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TPQAjI2cp2iFOtb6k_iZO5VUc9o8BA9Q_BmusCyUWi1pSkzVmAQPWGGgSbuugvcy0xBh3jvboZhfNqpDAhdLEyb_F4Ya_XmdKxS7LCgpGc9AwLEpY4cGtcNtslEXrdxD5WUexSruph4a/s1600-h/Hendricks+diary+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TPQAjI2cp2iFOtb6k_iZO5VUc9o8BA9Q_BmusCyUWi1pSkzVmAQPWGGgSbuugvcy0xBh3jvboZhfNqpDAhdLEyb_F4Ya_XmdKxS7LCgpGc9AwLEpY4cGtcNtslEXrdxD5WUexSruph4a/s320/Hendricks+diary+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184642864755601234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">This diary belonged to James William Hendricks and also belonged to his brother, K.D. Hendricks and then was given to Arminda Alice Hendricks and was passed down eventually to me. My Mother says that Grandma Alice always cherished the little book as it contained her father's handwriting. [This contradicts a history written about him that says he couldn't write.]<br /><br />The book contains genealogies [note above entry spells surname as Hendrix and Hendricks], it contains baptismal records, odds and ends as well as biographical information on an Andrew Jemerson Nourse born March 12, 1806 in Logan County, Kentucky died December 21, 1883 in Butler County, Kentucky. Does anyone know the significance of the individual to the Hendricks family? <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />Note: This name appears in Elder Kelsch's journal entries along with James Hendricks.</span><br /></span>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-37567488518828501142008-03-25T21:51:00.000-07:002008-03-25T21:53:44.404-07:00Hendricks buried in Franklin City Cemetery [Arizona]<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="CS">Hendricks, James Balus:<span style=""> </span>February 10, 1880-<span style=""> </span>October 5, 1908 <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="CS">Hendricks, James William:<span style=""> </span>April 15, 1836-<span style=""> </span>February 3, 1908 <span style=""> [</span>Union Army]<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="CS"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hendricks, Lucy Stinson: November 13, 1846- March 21, 1927</span> </span></span>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-40801018158450717642008-03-25T21:34:00.000-07:002008-04-05T20:48:05.687-07:00Brother of Lucy Susan Stinson Hendricks History<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">History of Todd County, Kentucky, ed. J. H. Battle, 1884, F. A. Battey<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Publishing Co., 1884, pp. 356-57.<span style=""> </span>[Bivinsville Precinct]<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">William W. STINSON was born April 23, 1832, in Rutherford County, Tenn.;his parents were Archibald and Elizabeth (Smothers) STINSON.<span style=""> </span>The father was a native of Kentucky, the mother of Tennessee.<span style=""> </span>The father was a blacksmith, and died in 1865, aged seventy years; he was a minister in the Baptist Church for more than thirty years.<span style=""> </span>The mother is still living with her grand-daughter in Logan County at the advance age of eighty-two years.<span style=""> </span>She is a member of the Baptist Church.<span style=""> </span><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">William W. was married, December 10, 1851, to Miss Margaret E. Vanderveer, a native of Scott County, Ky.<span style=""> </span>These parents have had seven children, viz.: Joseph P., Sarah J. (deceased), John W. (deceased), Margaret A., Mary A., Robert A. and Richard B.<span style=""> </span>Joseph P. married Anna Turner.<span style=""> </span>Margaret A. married J. W. Whitson.<span style=""> </span>Mary A. married James Moore.<span style=""> </span>After marriage Mr. W. [sic] and wife moved to his present locality.<span style=""> </span>It was then his father-in-law's land; he has since purchased the same.<span style=""> </span>This home and surroundings are the type of neatness, comfort and happiness.<span style=""> </span>His present farm contains sixty acres, and is well improved.<span style=""><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">His wife's parents were Peter S. and Sallie (Barrett) Vanderveer.</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">The former was a native of Pennsylvania, the latter of Ohio.</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Both parents were life-long and devoted members of the Baptist Church.</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mr. STINSON was elected Magistrate to fill the vacancy occasioned by the retirement of Squire Mayes.</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">In June last he was regularly elected to fill the office.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-67665391988511453022008-03-25T21:29:00.000-07:002008-03-26T12:12:39.040-07:00Patriarchal Blessing: Lucy Stinson Hendricks<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="font-size:11;">Thatcher, Graham Co., A. T.<span style=""> </span>Dec. 12, 1888<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:11;">A blessing given by Philemon C. Merrill, Patriarch<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:11;">upon the head of <b>Lucy Susan Hendricks <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:11;">daughter of Archibald Stinson and Elizabeth Smothers Stinson <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:11;">born Logan County, Kentucky<span style=""> </span>Nov. 13, 1846.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:11;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Full blessing is available by email to direct descendants. Please request.</span><span style=""><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:11;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-15309387828958186802008-03-25T21:00:00.000-07:002008-12-08T14:08:28.580-08:00Elder John W. Taylor [May 15, 1858 – October 10, 1916]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKufesZffs5lURCL0qKKhV7ip7flLmpNq2_jMnsbLrzcYVWoRCJ1nuC0EkLWIp4-87eLHZkoRSAV2QW0bns49jGQF2cY32qcJTPeSOuBulJH4nPxNjurUZCjr2fSaVdaYpqYXQjxv6lqo/s1600-h/john+w+taylor.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKufesZffs5lURCL0qKKhV7ip7flLmpNq2_jMnsbLrzcYVWoRCJ1nuC0EkLWIp4-87eLHZkoRSAV2QW0bns49jGQF2cY32qcJTPeSOuBulJH4nPxNjurUZCjr2fSaVdaYpqYXQjxv6lqo/s200/john+w+taylor.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181895902457326850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Elder John W. Taylor son of the prophet, John Taylor served a mission in Kentucky. Lucy Susan Hendricks had dreams of the truthfulness of the gospel as recorded in Elder Taylor's history:<br /><br />"Elder Taylor was then sent to the State of Kentucky. Here he labored with Jacob G. Bigler with great success, baptizing about eighteen people. He was released in the spring of 1882. During this mission he enjoyed much power in preaching the gospel, and the spirit of prophecy rested upon him to a great extent. Many times when standing before a congregation of people, his countenance was resplendent with the light and inspiration of the Holy Ghost. Many people were impressed with the divinity of the message which he bore, and some honest-in-heart remarked, "Surely you must be inspired, or you could not speak as you do!"<br /><br /><br /> In missionary labor Bro. Taylor in a happy manner always adapted himself to the circumstances of the people with whom he labored. He would help them plow the corn, work in the cotton or tobacco fields, and while side by side with the farm laborers he was equal or superior to them in speed and endurance; while thus working in the field he would preach the gospel to those about him. He had great faith in administering to the sick, and many were healed under his administration. The spirit of prophecy was enjoyed to a marked extent by Elder Taylor.<br /><br /> The following occurrences will serve to bear out his statement: When he read the inaugural address of President James A. Garfield, a spirit of inspiration came upon him and he remarked, "Something will happen to that man!" On learning of the assassination of the President, some months later, Elder Taylor's missionary companion, to whom the prophetic utterance was made, recalled the prediction While laboring with Elder Bigler, the two approached a house one evening and applied for entertainment Filled with the gift of inspiration Brother Taylor, in his characteristic manner, said, "We have a message for you from heaven; and if you will entertain us, it shall be made known to you by dreams this very night that we are the true servants of the Lord." They were invited in and their wants provided for. That night the father of the household as well as some of the children had dreams that were satisfying to them that the Elders they were entertaining were servants of the Lord.<br /><br /> The mother [Lucy] also had a dream or vision which was most assuring to her mind that these men were sent of God. In this dream a heavenly messenger appeared to her. She had been for some time in a quandary about which of the religions she was acquainted with was the right one So she enquired of this messenger concerning the matter. Thereupon there passed before her all the preachers she was acquainted with or had ever seen in the neighborhood. Then the messenger asked if she was satisfied with either of them. She replied that she was not. She was next carried away in a vision to a steep cliff the top of which she was trying to reach. One of the sectarian preachers whom she had before met appeared above her and offered her something to grasp and thereby draw herself up to the summit of the rock. What he held out to her proved to be nothing but a straw, and it snapped in two the moment she caught hold of it. He next offered a stick, but this too proved to be useless as it was rotten. Presently Elder Taylor appeared on the top of the cliff. He offered his hand to help her up, and she at once gained the desired footing upon the rock. Still she was not entirely satisfied as to who had the truth.<br /><br /> Another scene then presented itself to view. An open field spread out before her in which appeared all the preachers she previously saw in vision. In a moment they all vanished from her sight and directly before her there stood the two "Mormon" Elders who had received shelter under her roof. Upon being asked again by the messenger if she was satisfied, she replied that she was. The family was afterwards baptized into the Church. Some time later Elder Taylor, on leaving the house, one very clear, bright morning, said to a little girl, belonging to this same family, whom he saw in the front yard, "My little girl, a storm is coming here today." The child told her parents what the Elder had said, and they in their honest confidence in the word of Bro. Taylor, without waiting for further indications of a storm, housed themselves up and waited for its approach. Sure enough in the afternoon the howling tornado came and did considerable damage. But the family who believed in a living Prophet prepared for the predicted event and escaped all harm."</span>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-51759973870824544752008-03-25T20:41:00.000-07:002008-12-08T14:08:28.685-08:00Elder Jacob G. Bigler, Jr. 1848-1914<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycHdhVmB4w9-j7Qw-ZsdVNTOJST46qQaxsw6y4ItFwnTPS-eR2-DMyg-PgKF78EkX8ZsGWRAreO9GlXbzJafJYGk_XFnR8lgh-DsG6AXpUdo5HJ5QABMcgBNY1MDjrGUMsB3il_6ecqei/s1600-h/Jacob+g+bigler+jr+baptized+hendricks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycHdhVmB4w9-j7Qw-ZsdVNTOJST46qQaxsw6y4ItFwnTPS-eR2-DMyg-PgKF78EkX8ZsGWRAreO9GlXbzJafJYGk_XFnR8lgh-DsG6AXpUdo5HJ5QABMcgBNY1MDjrGUMsB3il_6ecqei/s200/Jacob+g+bigler+jr+baptized+hendricks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181891701979311346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">The missionary who baptized most of the James Hendricks Family in April of 1882 in Rochester, Butler County, Kentucky. He also confirmed James and Lucy while Elder John W. Taylor confirmed Arminda Alice.<br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" lang="CS" ></span>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-77786887996038022172008-03-25T20:34:00.000-07:002008-03-25T20:37:29.847-07:00James William Hendricks<p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">[As compiled by his Great Granddaughter, Reva Tupen]</span></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">"I hesitate to write about great grandfather Hendricks because we really know so little about him.<span style=""> </span>On the other hand, if what is now known is not recorded, that too will soon be lost to memory.<span style=""> </span>Following is the best record available at this time and has been gleaned from older members of the family as well as research in public and private records.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>According to my grandmother, Amanda Catherine Hendricks, rural 19<sup>th</sup> century Kentucky was a beautiful place.<span style=""> </span>Numerous creeks and waterways kept it green and growing and it still retained much of its primitive beauty.<span style=""> </span>Nut and fruit trees of many varieties grew wild.<span style=""> </span>In her opinion, the Garden of Eden must have been like that.<span style=""> </span>However, the economy left something to be desired.<span style=""> </span>Our people were farmers and it required many hours of hard labor to wrest a living from the soil by methods we would now consider quite primitive.<span style=""> </span>Families supplied most of their own needs, raised their food, spun, wove and sewed or knit their clothing from wool supplied by their own sheep, made soap, candles, etc.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>This is the setting into which our great grandfather, James William Hendricks, (Jimmie to his family) was born on 15 April 1836.<span style=""> </span>The home of his parents, James and Elizabeth (Whitaker) Hendricks, appears to have been located on Drakes Creek near the little town of Franklin in Simpson County, Kentucky.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Little is known of the father, James Hendricks.<span style=""> </span>According to some sources he was a native of Kentucky.<span style=""> </span>Other records state he was from Tennessee.<span style=""> </span>Elizabeth Whitaker came to Kentucky as a small child with her parents, Thomas and Mary (Coon) Whitaker from Rowan County, North Carolina.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>No record has been found of the marriage of James Hendricks and Elizabeth Whitaker.<span style=""> </span>It probably took place about 1825-1828.<span style=""> </span>Their son, Joseph, was born 9 August 1829.<span style=""> </span>The other children, as listed in family records, were John, Susan Jane, Wylie Jones, born about 1837, Sarah Margaret, Mary Catherine, David R. and McHenry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Elizabeth appears on the tax records in 1844 indicating she was a widow.<span style=""> </span>According to family tradition her husband, James, ran rafts down the river to Tennessee.<span style=""> </span>He had gone with a load of produce when one night Elizabeth heard his team, went to the window and saw him coming down the road but when she went out to open the gate for him, there was no one.<span style=""> </span>He never returned, but she felt this was a manifestation to her that his absence was not voluntary.<span style=""> </span>However, it is not known for sure whether he was the victim of foul play, became ill and died, or simply deserted his family.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>It was the general practice for fatherless children to be “bound out,” mothers generally having no choice in the matter.<span style=""> </span>This was a legal procedure by which the child was under the custody and control of a substantial citizen.<span style=""> </span>The court specified the conditions, i.e., the trade to be learned, education if any, and duration (usually until a boy reached the age of 21).<span style=""> </span>Settlement at the end of the period could be a horse, saddle and bridle, the value specified.<span style=""> </span>Sometimes a new suit of clothes was included, etc.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Jimmie Hendricks was “bound out” at an early age, probably about the time he was eight years old, to David Huffiness, for in the 1850 census of Simpson County we find a James Hendricks, age 13, listed with this family.<span style=""> </span>Huffiness was a farmer and Jimmie learned the business of farming.<span style=""> </span>He never learned to read and write and always signed his name with an X.<span style=""> </span>However, he did calculate, was a shrewd businessman and was never “out foxed” in a business deal.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>In the 1860 census of Simpson County we find James, age 23, living with his mother and the other children, except Joseph and John who were older.<span style=""> </span>The family was very poor.<span style=""> </span>Jimmie and his brother sometimes plowed all day for twenty-five cents.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>By 1861 the clouds of war were dark over Kentucky.<span style=""> </span>The following are extracts from a letter written from Logan County, Kentucky, 2 August 1862 by Elizabeth (Whitaker) Thompson and her husband, William Thompson, to their brother Ephraim Henry Whitaker in Point Douglas, Minnesota.<span style=""> </span>The words are written exactly as they were in the letters, misspelled words, etc., are the same as the spelling in the original letters): <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>“There has a great many important things transpired in our government, a home Revolution with all its terrors has spred its dark curtain over our wonce happy land its terrific influence has caused a great deal of trouble in our country and the people has become divided and thereby destroyed the friendship of not only the state but neighborhoods.<span style=""> </span>Some declared themselves in favor of the so-called Southern Confederacy while the balance for the union.<span style=""> </span>This thing in itself causes a coldness between friends and neighbors and even between persons of the same family this state of course is bad but still worse, the immense loss of life occasioned by camp life caused by contageous deseases the destruction on the battlefield all this together looks like we are to be almost if quite exterminated, not taking into consideration the vast amount of suffering occasioned by the rebellion.<span style=""> </span>It will leave many widows and orphans on the lap of this unfriendly world and very many of them will be doomed to suffer for the nessacerys of life and to add to this calamity our country is infested with guerilla bands whose burning is to steal and pilfer all they can and kill all who resist their thieving operations.<span style=""> </span>Upon mature consideration, I think we are ruined people and that without a remedy.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>“The connecion some of them have volunteered and gone into the united states services.<span style=""> </span>Old brother Jesse Whitaker, Brother Richmond Whitaker, Brother Willis Whitaker, he is the youngest one of the last children, Brother George’s oldest son Abraham Whitaker.<span style=""> </span>They were all allive at the last accounts.<span style=""> </span>Jesse is at home at present he has been in hospital with rheumatism and dispepsy.<span style=""> </span>Richmond is reported to be sick and sent to some hospital but we have not learnt whare.<span style=""> </span>Willis and George’s son was well at last accounts.<span style=""> </span>Our Country town, Russelville, is a perfect sink of the darker die with the foulest grade.<span style=""> </span>The place is now under guard.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Conditions being what they were and the eminent induction of her boys into the service, it appears that Elizabeth and her children determined to move from their home near Franklin, Simpson County, to Logan County near the Muhlenberg County Line to be near her family, the Whitakers, as indicated by the following extract from the same letter cited above:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>“Sister Elizabeth Hendricks is still living in Simpson county but will move down in a few days.<span style=""> </span>Three of her boys, Joseph, James and Wiley has been down here ever since early this spring.<span style=""> </span>Joseph and James has made a crop here this summer.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Joseph entered the service 10 August 1862 in Co. K, 8 Ky. Cavalry.<span style=""> </span>Wiley mustered in 6 September 1862 as a private in Capt. Hudspith’s Co., 8 Reg., Ky. Cavalry and James a year later, 10 September 1863, private in Capt. George W. Hay’s Co. D, 52 Regiment, Ky. Mounted Infantry.<span style=""> </span>He wasn’t really a fighting man.<span style=""> </span>Years later a grandchild asked if he shot anyone in the war.<span style=""> </span>His reply was, “Not to my knowledge.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>During the first winter, while on a scouting expedition at night, his horse ran against a snag with him and injured his left leg below the knee.<span style=""> </span>It did not appear at the time to be very badly hurt but later broke out in blisters and commenced “eating in and spreading.”<span style=""> </span>He served at Franklin, Irvine and Mount Sterling where he was captured by John H. Morgan and kept four and a half days.<span style=""> </span>He “contracted fever from exposure” and was sent to the hospital in Bowling Green where he remained for 25 days, then rejoined his regiment in Hopkinsville, Ky.<span style=""> </span>There he went into the field hospital as a nurse.<span style=""> </span>It was here that his injured leg really began to give him trouble.<span style=""> </span>It never healed.<span style=""> </span>Each day the remainder of his life, it had to be salved and bandaged.<span style=""> </span>Because of it, he was unable to do heavy farm work such as clearing the land and making rails.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>The war left many people in Kentucky financially devastated.<span style=""> </span>For example (Extract from a letter from Richmond Whitaker, James Wm. Hendricks’ uncle, in Hopkinsville, Logan County, Ky. to his brother in Point Douglas, Minn.): “I searved 3 years in the Sirvest I was well to do when the ware commenced but when I came out I was worse than nothing.<span style=""> </span>I lost all together 8 and 9 thousand dollars.<span style=""> </span>My children was small and my wife had to sell furniture and bed clothes to live until I was out.<span style=""> </span>I lost everything I had.<span style=""> </span>Brother, you may imagine how it hirt for a man to live at the top of the Pot and then fall Right at wonce and siping the very Drugt of the Same Pot, if you can you can simathse with me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Some time about this period, Jimmie married Elsie Finn.<span style=""> </span>She was probably from Simpson County as a number of Finn families were living there.<span style=""> </span>There are no known children by this marriage.<span style=""> </span>After her death he married, 6 January 1857, Lucy Susan Stinson, daughter of Archibald and Elizabeth (Smothers) Stinson, at Elkton, Todd County, Kentucky.<span style=""> </span>They set up housekeeping in Clifty, Todd County, but moved to Baughs Station, Logan County, about 1872.<span style=""> </span>Then in 1875 they traded their 169-acre farm on Clifty Creek in Logan County for 175 acres on Muddy River near Huntsville, Butler County.<span style=""> </span>To them were born 14 children - Nancy Elizabeth, Arminda Alice, Amanda Catherine, Willa Belle, David Carlee, Joanna, Martha Susan, James Balus, Dora Edith, Charles McHenry, George Washington, Archibald, Ollie and Olin.<span style=""> </span>Only eight grew to maturity.<span style=""> </span>David Carle, Dora Edith, George Washington, Archibald, Ollie and Olin all died in infancy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Lucy was the youngest of a large family.<span style=""> </span>Her father had died shortly before her marriage.<span style=""> </span>Her mother was old and blind so made her home with the young couple.<span style=""> </span>Their home was small and congested as children came along.<span style=""> </span>Sleeping accommodations were crowded and “doubling up” was necessary.<span style=""> </span>A child slept at the foot of grandma’s bed.<span style=""> </span>This kept her feet warm in winter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Fortunately, Jimmie was patient with his aged and ailing mother-in-law.<span style=""> </span>To her oft repeated, petulant inquiry, “Jimmie, did you feed and water the animals?” when she heard them restless at night.<span style=""> </span>He always answered kindly, “Yes, I fed and watered them.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>In 1882 Mormon missionaries John W. Taylor and Jacob G. Bigler came to their community preaching the Gospel.<span style=""> </span>Teaching Lucy and the girls was not difficult, but James was another matter.<span style=""> </span>It was spring and time to plow the fields.<span style=""> </span>James didn’t have time to listen; he had work to do that couldn’t wait.<span style=""> </span>But Mormon missionaries can be ingenious.<span style=""> </span>They devised a plan whereby they took turns plowing for James while the other taught him the Gospel of Jesus Christ.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>The result was that James, Lucy and their daughters Arminda Alice, Amanda Catherine and Willa Belle were baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints on 17 April 1882.<span style=""> </span>This step made a great change in their lives.<span style=""> </span>For one thing, they wished to join the Saints in the west.<span style=""> </span>For another, Mormons were not well accepted in the community and were looked down upon.<span style=""> </span>One fellow, who had worked for James for some time, considered it beneath his dignity to work for a Mormon.<span style=""> </span>That is, he refused to work for him until he found he could not find work elsewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>In preparation for the trip west, the farm was sold but it was necessary to remain in Kentucky until full payment had been received.<span style=""> </span>During this period he worked out as opportunity afforded. <span style=""> </span>One thing that he refused to do, however, was to work in the mines, saying, “I’ll be underground soon enough.”<span style=""> </span>Grandma Stinson, Lucy’s mother, decided not to go west with them (a decision which she later regretted) and went to live with one of her sons.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Finally, 14 June 1885, the family boarded the train for Arizona to join a group of L.D.S. settlers there.<span style=""> </span>Lucy and the older girls had worked several days cooking a huge basket of food to supply the family’s needs during the trip.<span style=""> </span>As they were traveling through Texas, a group of “rowdy” men got on the train and took over the car where the Hendricks family was sitting.<span style=""> </span>Fearing for the safety of his daughters, James took his family to another car until the “rowdies” left the train.<span style=""> </span>When they returned to their own seats they found all the food gone!<span style=""> </span>The men had eaten everything!<span style=""> </span>So he had to get off at the next station and buy what food he could for his family.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Upon arrival in Arizona they were warmly greeted by Jacob Bigler, one of the elders who had converted them, who took them to his home in Central, Arizona.<span style=""> </span>They stayed with the Biglers several days while they decided exactly what to do.<span style=""> </span>Hot, arid Arizona, one of the last frontiers, was a sharp contrast to their native Kentucky.<span style=""> </span>Nevertheless, they set about making a new life for themselves, settling in Thatcher, Graham County, and sharing the hardships of the early settlement.<span style=""> </span>There were not more than eight or nine families there at the time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>James took up a 160-acre homestead and later purchased another 160 acres from a disenchanted homesteader.<span style=""> </span>He bought the first shingled roof and lumber floor house in the community, the rest having dirt floors and roofs.<span style=""> </span>His eldest daughter, Nancy, at the age of seventeen and with an eighth grade education, became the first schoolteacher in Thatcher.<span style=""> </span>She didn’t pretend to be a teacher, but they needed her in order to establish a school district.<span style=""> </span>As there was no house available to hold classes, an old stockade that had been built for a chicken coop was cleaned out.<span style=""> </span>It had a dirt floor and a dirt roof.<span style=""> </span>Benches made of rough 1 x 6 lumber were installed and that was their schoolhouse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in -9pt 0.0001pt -4.5pt; text-indent: 4.5pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>The Hendricks’ were members of the Thatcher Ward, St. Joseph Stake.<span style=""> </span>Upon arrival, local church leaders felt they should be baptized into the Ward.<span style=""> </span>Other members of the family complied but James refused, insisting he had been baptized once and that was sufficient.<span style=""> </span>He lived by his convictions and was an honest hard working man.<span style=""> </span>He did not believe in card playing and refused to have a deck of cards in his house - that is, if he knew it.<span style=""> </span>However, this did not prevent his sons from spending many an afternoon playing cards while their father and mother went to town, some distance by horse and wagon.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Sometime between 1890 and 1895 he ran a general merchandise store in Pima a few miles from Thatcher but, preferring farming, he soon gave up the store and devoted all his time to farming.<span style=""> </span>As his daughters married, though he would rather have had them remain single, he gave each 20 acres of land, a cow, a hive of bees and other necessities for starting married life, except Willa Belle who received 40 acres because her land was not as good as that of her sisters.<span style=""> </span>The balance of his property he divided between his two boys who were the youngest of his surviving children.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>As a young man, James William Hendricks stood 5'11", was dark complexioned with black eyes and dark hair and beard which in later life turned to gray.<span style=""> </span>He was kind, gentle and considerate, justifiably much loved by his grandchildren who he was wont to humor.<span style=""> </span>Typical was the occasion three grandchildren, Katie, Mamie (Mary Susan) and Artie (Artemesia) Price were staying at his home.<span style=""> </span>Artie, the youngest, insisted upon sitting on a certain box to eat.<span style=""> </span>One evening it was late and dark when he came in from work for the evening meal.<span style=""> </span>As they gathered around the table, it was found that Artie’s box was missing.<span style=""> </span>She would not consider a substitute so Grandpa, tired and hungry though he was, went out some distance to the barn to find the missing box.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Not only was he considerate of his family and associates, but of all creatures.<span style=""> </span>His daughter, Alice, recalled that the most severe discipline she received was for tying a string to a June bug and allowing it to become entangled in tree branches.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>On 3 February 1908, this much loved grandfather died of “heart failure due to debility” at Franklin, Graham County, Arizona where they had moved sometime before his death, and he is buried there."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-75910650554454955852008-03-25T20:29:00.000-07:002008-03-25T20:34:23.706-07:00I Remember Grandma<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">[</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Related by Granddaughter Joanna Smith Reismann]</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">"LUCY SUSAN STINSON was born November 13, 1846, in Henrysville, Logan County, Kentucky.<span style=""> </span>She was the fourteenth child of Archibald Stinson and Elizabeth Smothers.<span style=""> </span>I never heard her talk of her childhood except to say that her father was a Baptist minister and the family was conscientious in their religion, attending religious services on Sundays, and prayer meetings on Wednesdays.<span style=""> </span>Grandma Hendricks taught Sunday School in the Baptist Church when her father was a minister and she knew her Bible really well.<span style=""> </span>She also said Bible stories were fine but the Bible wasn’t fit for children to read.<span style=""> </span>Her favorite song was “Oh, Beulah Land,” which I heard her sing often.<span style=""> </span>In my mind I can still hear her singing:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>“Oh, Beulah land, sweet Beulah land<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>Upon thy highest mount I stand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>I look away across the sea<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>Where mansions are prepared for me<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>And view the shining Glory shore<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>My heaven, my home forevermore.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Grandma must have had the opportunity of going to school because she could read and write, and in her later years was a dedicated Genealogist.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>In her day, girls did not work away from home.<span style=""> </span>In order to earn a little “pin money,” she had a patch of tobacco to raise.<span style=""> </span>The sphinx moth larvae (tomato worms to us) is a pest which damaged the tobacco plants just as they do tomato vines.<span style=""> </span>The only means of control was to go through the patch, pick off the worms and destroy them.<span style=""> </span>Most girls picked them off by hand and broke off their heads, but not Grandma.<span style=""> </span>She abhorred worms and was not about to touch one.<span style=""> </span>She used the fireplace tongs to pick off the worms.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>During the Civil War she was a teenager, 15-18 years old.<span style=""> </span>Her brothers were in the Union Army and she was obliged to help her father in the fields.<span style=""> </span>The area was sometimes in control of the Union Army, sometimes the confederates, and at times they were within sound of the conflict.<span style=""> </span>Before leaving, her married brothers had settled their wives near her father for protection.<span style=""> </span>When they heard the cannon and sounds of battle they would all gather at her father’s home and cry together.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Grandma Hendricks had a strong dislike for the Confederacy.<span style=""> </span>A group of rebels had shot a man for just crossing the road.<span style=""> </span>When they came to the house and demanded to be fed she threw the metal plates on the table and treated them with such exaggerated, sarcastic courtesy that they called her a little hussy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>At the age of 20 she married James William Hendricks, son of James Hendricks and Elizabeth Whitaker, probably at Elkton, Todd County, Kentucky.<span style=""> </span>Their first home was in Clifty, Todd County, Kentucky where their first three children were born; Nancy Elizabeth, Arminda Alice, and Amanda Catherine.<span style=""> </span>They had moved to Logan County, Kentucky before April 1873 when Willa Belle was born and later David Carlee, who lived just eight days.<span style=""> </span>By 1876 they were living in Huntsville, Butler county, Kentucky where the next five children were born; Joanna, Martha Susan, James Balus, Dora Edith (who lived only five months), and Charles McHenry.<span style=""> </span>They owned a farm near Huntsville.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>It was the custom in that area for the women to do the milking.<span style=""> </span>I remember Grandma telling how they helped her to the kitchen doorstep where she sat and milked the cow even when was too sick to sit up.<span style=""> </span>Even when her babies were born she had to be helped to the door so she could milk the cow.<span style=""> </span>I asked why her husband didn’t do that chore while she was ill, and she replied: “He didn’t know how.<span style=""> </span>Besides, men didn’t do women’s work in those days.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>While Grandma was raising her children in Kentucky she cooked over an old fashioned fireplace.<span style=""> </span>No kitchen stove.<span style=""> </span>She had hooks which she could swing out and in to hang her cooking pots on while they heated.<span style=""> </span>The hearthstone was kept clean and scrubbed because that is where she baked her “Corn pone,” a sort of thick corn pancake.<span style=""> </span>There was an oven in one side of the fireplace where they baked their “light bread.”<span style=""> </span>As with most southerners at that time, “bread” was baking powder biscuits, and then there was corn bread, corn pone, and light bread.<span style=""> </span>Grandma had an odd notion about her bread, she left out the salt.<span style=""> </span>With buttermilk or clabbered milk, she put the salt in. “You don’t ever use salt when you are having sweet milk, “ she used to say.<span style=""> </span>The corn pone tasted rather blah to me without salt, but she thought it was just right.<span style=""> </span>With salt it was very good.<span style=""> </span>Nancy, Alice and Mandy helped Grandma with the cooking and the housework. Willa Belle and Joanna helped their father in the fields.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Living in rural Kentucky in the 1860's-70's was not easy.<span style=""> </span>Grandma had to help shear the sheep, wash the wool, card it, and then spin the thread.<span style=""> </span>She also had to card and spin the cotton thread.<span style=""> </span>She then had to weave the cloth and make the family clothing by hand.<span style=""> </span>She never had a sewing machine.<span style=""> </span>As you can see, the clothing had to last a long time.<span style=""> </span>One “Sunday” dress and one, or at most two, dresses for every day.<span style=""> </span>She also had to knit all the stockings.<span style=""> </span>The tree older girls were taught to knit and to darn hose.<span style=""> </span>Nancy did a lot of the cooking rather than do the knitting.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>All was not drudgery.<span style=""> </span>In the fall the family took time out for outings in the “woods” where they would gather the hickory and hazel nuts which crew in abundance there, gathering enough for their year’s needs.<span style=""> </span>Many wild fruit and nut trees grew on their farm.<span style=""> </span>One day while they were playing along the creek, Nan, Alice and Mandy found a cherry tree.<span style=""> </span>The berries were ripe but too high for the girls to reach.<span style=""> </span>The older girls sent Mandy back to the house for an axe.<span style=""> </span>They then proceeded to chop down the tree so they could get the cherries.<span style=""> </span>What did their mother do?<span style=""> </span>She simply said, “Now, what are you going to do for cherries next year?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>Grandma had nicknames for all her living children except Balus and Alice.<span style=""> </span>Nancy was <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Nan, Amanda was Mandy or Kate, Willa Belle was Willer, Joanna was Annie, Martha Susan was Susie, and Charles McHenry was Charley.<span style=""> </span>For years I thought I had two aunts living in Gridley because Grandma would sometimes call her Mandy and sometimes Kate.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Grandma Hendricks adored her mother and made a home for her when she married James Hendricks.<span style=""> </span>Grandmother Elizabeth lived with her daughter and family until the family moved to Arizona.<span style=""> </span>She then moved in with one of her sons.<span style=""> </span>I think all of them, including Elizabeth, regretted this decision and wished she had gone along with them.<span style=""> </span>My mother kept a picture of Granny Elizabeth in a prominent place in her home as long as I can remember.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Grandpa and a friend heard about the Mormon missionaries preaching and decided to see what it was all about.<span style=""> </span>He came home and told Grandma all about it.<span style=""> </span>She is the one who really believed.<span style=""> </span>The Baptist minister had told them to stay away and not let the womenfolk go to the meetings.<span style=""> </span>Grandpa decided if there was a reason to stay away, he wanted to find out why.<span style=""> </span>The missionaries contacted the James Hendricks family and found them friendly and interested.<span style=""> </span>Their home was always open for a meal and a place to sleep.<span style=""> </span>Finally in 1882, Elders John W, Taylor and Jacob G. Bigler converted the family to the L.D.S. church and baptized the parents, Alice, Amanda and Willa Belle.<span style=""> </span>The oldest daughter, Nancy Elizabeth, was not yet ready and the other children were too young.<span style=""> </span>Being “Mormon” was not the accepted thing to do in a predominantly Baptist community, so the family decided to move west where the Mormons were concentrated.<span style=""> </span>It took some doing to get their farm sold and the money in hand, but the time finally came.<span style=""> </span>Grandma and her older daughters cooked and baked for several days to prepare enough food to last them on the long train trip to Arizona.<span style=""> </span>They packed all this food in a large basket arranged so they would have some for each day of the trip.<span style=""> </span>Grandma had a colored man and wife; the woman was Nanny to all the children.<span style=""> </span>When Grandma and Grandpa left to come west they deeded five acres to them where their cabin was, and they cried like babies when Grandma told them they were free people and couldn’t go with them to Arizona.<span style=""> </span>Annie had a fit because Grandma let the Nanny kiss her goodbye.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>The family boarded the train in Kentucky, and as they were going through a town in Texas a crowd of “ruffians” (as my mother called them) got on the train and proceeded to take over the car the Hendricks family was in.<span style=""> </span>Grandfather, being concerned for the safety of his large family, took them to another car where they stayed until the rowdies left at another station a little further on.<span style=""> </span>When the family returned to their seats they found all the food gone!<span style=""> </span>The men had eaten everything!<span style=""> </span>Nothing left for the family’s needs on the journey.<span style=""> </span>That was the one thing that little Annie remembered about the train ride.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Arriving at Bowie, Arizona, the family was met by Elder Bigler who took them to his home in Central, Arizona where they stayed for several days while Grandpa looked for a farm to buy.<span style=""> </span>He finally bought some acreage in Thatcher and moved there to learn a new way of farming.<span style=""> </span>Irrigation was new to him, but he did well and even bought more land.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Two more babies were born to them in Thatcher.<span style=""> </span>George Washington, who lived only five days, and Archibald, who lived four months.<span style=""> </span>Not all was sadness, however, because in 1886 the second daughter, Alice, was married to William P. Asay, a widower with a son almost as old as Alice.<span style=""> </span>In 1888 the oldest daughter, Nancy, was married to James Andrew Smith.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>For some reason the family moved to Pima and opened a general store there.<span style=""> </span>One of the stories Grandma liked to tell was about an old man called “Uncle Peter” McBride.<span style=""> </span>One day his wife came in the store and asked Grandpa, “Have you seen my Peter today?”<span style=""> </span>Then Grandma would laugh until she shook.<span style=""> </span>In 1889, shortly after they moved to Pima, the third daughter, Amanda Catherine, was married to William Price.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>While they were living in Pima, Grandma became seriously ill with a high fever.<span style=""> </span>She was about seven months pregnant and was watching herself very carefully because she had lost so many babies.<span style=""> </span>Her fever became so high she became delirious.<span style=""> </span>One of the ladies in the town (who was supposed to be so very good in the sick room) came to help out.<span style=""> </span>She proceeded to pack Grandma in turpentine-soaked towels.<span style=""> </span>Well, it brought the fever down alright, but it also brought the twin boys prematurely.<span style=""> </span>With no facilities to care for preemies, both babies died.<span style=""> </span>The old lady named them Olie and Olien while Grandma was too sick to protest.<span style=""> </span>Grandma was furious.<span style=""> </span>I remember her still fuming over the ignorance of that old lady even after I was a good-sized child.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>The family moved back to Thatcher and the farm soon after losing the babies.<span style=""> </span>Katie says when she was a child Grandma liked and kept canaries.<span style=""> </span>She hung the cages from hooks in the ceiling so cats couldn’t come in through the open windows and molest them.<span style=""> </span>They didn’t have screens on the windows.<span style=""> </span>They were living in Thatcher during the courtship of the two youngest daughters who were married in a double ceremony in the family home there.<span style=""> </span>Joanna married Mitchel M. Smith, a brother of James Andrew Smith, and Martha Susan married Thomas S. Merrill.<span style=""> </span>Grandpa gave each of his daughters twenty acres of land as a wedding gift.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Some years before I was born, Grandpa and Grandma moved to Franklin, Arizona, right on the New Mexico line.<span style=""> </span>Grandfather died there in 1908.<span style=""> </span>Grandma then moved in with Aunt Susie, but spent much of her time visiting her other children.<span style=""> </span>They were all married now.<span style=""> </span>Balus married Margaret Merill in 1902, and Charles married Ella Brown in 1906.<span style=""> </span>When Grandma would come to see us she would have an entire trunk just for her feather bed and her pillows, another trunk for her clothes, and so on.<span style=""> </span>Then she had what she called her “grip” for food along the way.<span style=""> </span>It was a high point in our young lives to watch Grandma fluff up her feather bed and get it ready for sleeping.<span style=""> </span>She always had two or three huge feather pillows on top.<span style=""> </span>Every morning she would fluff up her pillows and her bed.<span style=""> </span>I can still remember her saying “Feathers have to breathe!<span style=""> </span>You never leave a pillow mashed down!”<span style=""> </span>Every day as I fluff up my own pillows, I think of Grandma and her pillows.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>When Grandma came to visit, she always brought little glass containers full of candies for the younger children.<span style=""> </span>Once I got a little glass lantern.<span style=""> </span>Another time Ralph got a little glass pistol.<span style=""> </span>But when we turned six, we no longer received the candy gifts.<span style=""> </span>According to Grandma, when you started school you were too old for presents.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Before Grandma’s visits Mama would get busy with her “rug rags.”<span style=""> </span>We would dye old sheets bright colors and rip them up into strips, then sew the strips together and wind them into balls.<span style=""> </span>All the old dresses and shirts and socks became rug rags, because Grandma would stay only as long as there was something for her to do.<span style=""> </span>Out of the many balls of colored rags, Grandma would crochet rugs for the house.<span style=""> </span>She made her own hook out of a piece of axe handle.<span style=""> </span>All of Grandma’s children had beautiful crocheted rugs for their homes.<span style=""> </span>She spent much of her time piecing crazy-patch quilts out of pieces of silk and velvet.<span style=""> </span>Each block was beautifully embroidered at the seams of each piece of material.<span style=""> </span>She had a large pincushion with many needles, each threaded with a different color of embroidery floss.<span style=""> </span>Each of her children received one of these beautiful quilts as a gift from Grandma.<span style=""> </span>How I wish the silk pieces could have been preserved, because the quilts were really a work of art.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Every time there was a baby due, Grandma was there to take over.<span style=""> </span>When Paul Hendricks was born and Aunt Ella was so very sick, Grandma was there.<span style=""> </span>The baby was premature and so very tiny.<span style=""> </span>The doctor handed her the baby and asked, “Do you think you can keep this baby alive?”<span style=""> </span>Grandma just snorted.<span style=""> </span>The doctor had his hands full trying to keep Aunt Ella alive, but Grandma kept that room warm enough for a preemie and kept both of them alive.<span style=""> </span>No one was allowed in the room except the doctor.<span style=""> </span>Even Uncle Charlie was not allowed to bring “germs” in to the baby.<span style=""> </span>It was such a rare thing for a baby to live in those circumstances that it was written up in a medical journal by Dr. Maude Callison.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>One time Grandma was at our house for Christmas.<span style=""> </span>My sister, Lucille, was due to be born at any time.<span style=""> </span>Grandma was 69 years old at the time so Mama had asked my cousin Norma to come and take care of the house.<span style=""> </span>Norma was 17 or 18.<span style=""> </span>After we had all hung up our stockings, Grandma put out a milk pan instead of a stocking, so Norma put out a milk pan, too.<span style=""> </span>Papa quietly slipped a silver dollar into Grandma’s pan along with the apple, nuts, candy, etc.<span style=""> </span>Old eagle-eyed Norma saw him, so she slyly slipped it out and put it in her own pan.<span style=""> </span>Of course Grandma saw her, so back it went.<span style=""> </span>Several times during the night one or the other was up to see where the dollar was.<span style=""> </span>I really don’t know who ended up with the dollar, but those two crazies had a lot more than a dollar’s worth of fun out of it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Grandma Hendricks always traveled by train when going to visit her children.<span style=""> </span>All the money she had was a twenty-dollar Civil War pension, but she managed to save up enough for her train fare.<span style=""> </span>She even managed to save up enough for a visit to her two daughters in Florida.<span style=""> </span>She made several trips to Salt Lake to do temple work for her people.<span style=""> </span>She also traveled to Gridley, California to visit her daughter, Amanda, and her family.<span style=""> </span>One summer on one of her visits with Mandy she camped out with the older girls while they worked in the peach cannery.<span style=""> </span>Their mother thought they were too young to be camping out alone, so Grandma went along as cook and chaperone.<span style=""> </span>Katie was 15 and Mamie was 13, but they were both good workers.<span style=""> </span>Working conditions in the canneries were nothing like they are today.<span style=""> </span>Everyone worked on a “piece work” basis, so Grandma would go over and help the girls some of the time.<span style=""> </span>When she got tired she would go back to the tent and rest.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>In between Grandma’s visits to Thatcher, where her daughter, Joanna, and her son, Charley, lived, we would occasionally take several days to visit the relatives in Franklin.<span style=""> </span>We would visit Grandma and Aunt Susie and her daughter, Zylpha Gale.<span style=""> </span>One time we all piled in buggies and went across the river to Virden, New Mexico, to visit Grandma’s brother, Thomas Brown Stinson.<span style=""> </span>He had a farm almost directly across the river from Aunt Susie.<span style=""> </span>He was tall and lean, just like Grandma.<span style=""> </span>We also visited Uncle Tom’s son, George Stinson, who lived near Duncan.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Grandma always carried peppermints in her pocket.<span style=""> </span>She had the idea that the strong peppermint flavor would kill the odor of her snuff, which she had chewed since she was a child.<span style=""> </span>She would cut a young shoot from a black-willow tree, peel it and pound one end of it until it made a little brush.<span style=""> </span>This is what she used to dip her snuff.<span style=""> </span>She would then put it in her cheek with the end of the stick sticking out of the corner of her mouth.<span style=""> </span>It seemed to give her great comfort, but she wasn’t fooling anyone.<span style=""> </span>The distinctive odor of the snuff stayed with her no matter how much she rinsed her mouth, or how many peppermints she used.<span style=""> </span>She was generous with the children who could count on a peppermint from her for doing little favors for her.<span style=""> </span>When the children would ask Grandma to come play, or sit on the floor with them, she would say, “I can’t do that, I have a bone in my leg.”<span style=""> </span>We felt so sorry that Grandma had a bone in her leg.<span style=""> </span>She was good to the children but would allow no “backtalk.”<span style=""> </span>One day she asked Eva to do something and, instead of minding, Eva came back with a sassy remark.<span style=""> </span>Immediately Grandma’s arm flew out with a backhand to Eva’s mouth, and before Eva had time to recover from the shock Grandma was saying, “You have to watch out for this arm, there is a spring in there that flies out any time anyone sasses Grandma.”<span style=""> </span>You may be sure no one ever sassed Grandma again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>One of the things I remember about Grandma was the way she ground just enough coffee beans each morning to make just one cup of coffee.<span style=""> </span>I had watched her drink her one cup each morning for years.<span style=""> </span>Never having coffee around except when Grandma was there, I became curious as to how it would taste.<span style=""> </span>One morning as I was clearing up the breakfast dishes, I noticed that Grandma had left about a third of her coffee so I decided to see what it tasted like.<span style=""> </span>One sip was enough!<span style=""> </span>Stone cold and very black – even a coffee lover would have shuddered.<span style=""> </span>Needless to say, coffee was never a temptation to me again.<span style=""> </span>But Grandma chewed her snuff and drank her black coffee until the day she died.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>Grandma was tall and lean; she never had an ounce of fat.<span style=""> </span>Her complexion was olive and she had dark brown eyes.<span style=""> </span>Her hair was dark brown, luxurious and long.<span style=""> </span>Truly a crowning glory, beautiful hair that she wore slicked back with a big bun in the back.<span style=""> </span>From the front you would think she had very little hair.<span style=""> </span>When she brushed her hair she would bring it all forward and brush down from her head in front of her body.<span style=""> </span>The hair was so long it would reach the floor while she brushed it this way.<span style=""> </span>She couldn’t reach the ends unless she took hold of her hair with her left hand and lifted it so she could finish brushing to the ends with her right hand.<span style=""> </span>As a small child I would sneak under her hair and look up at her face to see if she would let me stay.<span style=""> </span>Sometimes she would.<span style=""> </span>She never washed her hair during the cold months of the winter, but she brushed it religiously and washed her comb and brush every day.<span style=""> </span>Several times during the cold months she would put corn meal all through her hair and all over her scalp, then she would brush it till all the corn meal was gone and her hair shone like satin.<span style=""> </span>Her hair never turned gray, much to her disgust.<span style=""> </span>She was a firm believer that older women should have gray hair.<span style=""> </span>She also had the odd notion that a woman with brown hair should never wear lavender, light blue, or pink.<span style=""> </span>Those were colors for gray or white hair.<span style=""> </span>Because of this opinion she never wore those lovely colors but stayed with black, brown and gray.<span style=""> </span>No one could make her change her mind on this.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Aunt Nan and Aunt Susie had moved to Hayden where there was work in the mills there. Uncle Charlie had moved to Miami some time before. Then in January of 1926 my father decided to take his family to Hayden where he could get work. I was going to college at the time. In March of 1927 Aunt Susie had gone to visit her daughter and left Grandma to look after Uncle Tom. One day when he came home from work, he found Grandma crumpled up on a pile of rocks at the base of the steep outside stairs. These steps were very steep, straight down the middle of the front of the house, and no handrails. Grandma had remarked earlier that those steps would be the death of her, and they were. Soon after her death Uncle Tom moved the steps to go down the side of the house from the yard and also made a handrail. At least it was over quickly and she didn’t have to suffer. So on March 21, 1927 we lost our Grandma. The man at the mortuary said he couldn’t believe she was 81 years old. She had the firm young body of a sixteen-year-old, with not a mark anywhere except the bruises where she fell. I didn’t get to go home for the funeral so my memory of Grandma is of a very live, vigorous, lean, healthy, energetic, determined woman, with a definite mind of her own.</span><span style=""><span style="font-family: georgia;"> "</span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215530505717962674.post-7307473207453532512008-03-25T19:33:00.000-07:002008-12-08T14:08:29.105-08:00History of the James and Lucy Hendricks Family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF5FAoIqGZhMp2taslMmKw-qRbJVkyD6BmbT7ByL2bpp9vA8z2GBkVvlICAuSxGzlwIxXq2HqiAkJYIgZIcHhT8GWlJxVIXddPULgmbbisd_RT6hs-SGC9i9TX4CXE9h9bZWcaHOAVyQ8o/s1600-h/Hendricks+Stinson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF5FAoIqGZhMp2taslMmKw-qRbJVkyD6BmbT7ByL2bpp9vA8z2GBkVvlICAuSxGzlwIxXq2HqiAkJYIgZIcHhT8GWlJxVIXddPULgmbbisd_RT6hs-SGC9i9TX4CXE9h9bZWcaHOAVyQ8o/s200/Hendricks+Stinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181887342587505858" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">[from theThatcher Centennial Article #42]<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">“Days and Ways” Graham County Section of the Eastern Arizona Courier, page 6 – Section A <span style=""> </span>By Wm R Ridgway <span style=""> </span><span style="">dated </span>Wednesday, January 25, 1984</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"No better time than centennial time to remember precious pioneers such as Lucy Susan Hendricks and James William Hendricks. This worthy couple, along with their descendants, played key roles in Thatcher’s founding.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">At the time of the Hendricks’ June 1885 Thatcher arrival the hamlet was still in its swaddling clothes stage with some eight or nine families busy grubbing mesquite and re-building rock-brush dams. Such work was completely foreign to the Hendricks family when it purchased the 160 acres Andy Carlson Sr. farm located on Thatcher’s western outskirts.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Being a knowledgeable farmer and indefatigable farmer when living in his former Butler County, Kentucky, residence, newcomer Hendricks quickly adapted to western style farming such as irrigating, cutting and baling alfalfa, etc. This was a far cry from Kentucky type agriculture where Jimmie grew grain aplenty, raised a bumper crops of sugar cane from which he prepared 40-gallon barrels of molasses; also grew such vegetables as turnips, cabbage, carrots, potatoes and other vegetables which he covered with straw after placing them in straw lined trenches.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Being a border state, Kentucky was caught up in the throes of the Civil War. During the course of this bloody conflict, one which pitted brother against brother, James Hendricks wore the blue uniform as did his brothers Joseph and Wiley. In later years, a grandchild asked Jimmie if he shot anyone whole serving as a solder. His answer: “Not to my knowledge.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Earlier on a happier note, James William Hendricks married Lucy Susan Stinson in a January 6, 1857 ceremony. Briefly the young couple lived for a short time in Todd and Logan Counties before establishing themselves on a 175 acre farm near Huntsville, Kentucky. To this union were born the following 14 children; Nancy Elizabeth, Arminda Alice, Amanda Catherine, Willa Belle, David ----, ---na, Martha Susan, James Balus, Dora Edith, Charles McHenry, George Washington, Archibald, Olie and Olien. Only eight of the above children grew to maturity.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Events of 1882 had a resounding impact upon the Hendricks family and their destiny. It was during this period that two Mormon missionaries, John W Taylor and Jacob G Bigler, preached the Gospel in the Huntsville area to many families including the Hendricks. Teaching Lucy and the girls was no difficult task but Father James was another matter. James didn’t have time to listen as he had work to do that couldn’t wait. But Mormon Missionaries can be ingenious for they devised a plan whereby they took turns plowing for James while the other taught him the Gospel of Jesus Christ </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">As a result of the missionaries efforts James, Lucy and their daughters Arminda Alice, Armanda Catherine, Willie Belle were baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints on April 17, 1882. Due to several factors, including a persistent anti-Mormon bias that existed among many of their neighbors, the Hendricks family reached the decision to move to faraway Arizona where they could worship in freedom and among other Saints.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">It was on June 14, 1885 that the Hendricks family entrained for their Arizona destination. On arriving at Bowie the family group was warmly greeted by Jacob Bigler who had played a leading role in the Hendricks’ conversion to the LDS faith. Since, at this period, there were no trains operating between Bowie and Globe, Mr Bigler conveyed the Kentucky family by wagon to his Central home where the Hendricks stayed until a farm was located and purchased. According to family history, Mr Hendricks then erected “the first shingled roof and lumber floor house in the community, the rest having dirt floors and roofs.” Portions of this home have been re-modeled into the present Harold Reed home located on Palmer Lane.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">During the Hendricks Thatcher years the various members of the transplanted family made many religious and cultural contributions to their adopted community. For instance, it was Nancy, the Hendricks oldest child, who taught Thatcher’s initial school in a chicken coop located on the Rass Carpenter farm. This non-certified school was also non-pretentious with its dirt floor and dirt roof and benches made of rough 1x6 lumber.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">During the latter part of the 1890’s the Model project in the now Franklin areas enticed no few Safford Valley farmers, including James Hendricks, to cast their lots in this ambitious project. Before leaving Thatcher, Lucy and James Hendricks had given each of their married daughters 20 acres of land and other items; the balance of their land holdings were divided among other members of the Hendricks family.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Both James William and Lucy Hendricks lived out their lives in the Franklin area, James</span> dying February 3, 1908 and Lucy passing away March 21, 1927. Both are buried in the Franklin cemetery. Their legacy to their fellow men – descendants of sterling character and talented skills – was rich indeed."</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:10;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">POSTSCRIPT: MANY THANKS TO Mrs Ray Morris for providing needed help in the preparation of the above article. And many thanks to Reva Tupen and Joanna Smith Reismann whose Hendricks writings were utilized in the above story.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Merihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09670151565173150650noreply@blogger.com0