Showing posts with label Morgan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morgan. Show all posts

Thursday, July 2, 2020

Daniel Kyger and Ann Henthorn Family Group Sheet

Daniel Kyger and Ann Henthorn Family Group Sheet

I've been working on a data recovery project for the family of Daniel Kyger and Ann Henthorn of Danville, Vermilion Co., IL.  A descendant report for this couple with name and place name indexes is 156-pages. 

I also created an updated, 11-page, Family Group Sheet for the couple that I uploaded to my Box account where it can be previewed or downloaded by anyone who has the URL. Family Group Sheets produced by RootsMagic7 include any information I stored in the Note fields plus a Name Index and a Place Index.

Besides linking to the Henthorn family the Kyger family also links to Yoho and Morgan of the Ohio River Valley.

Dick Henthorn
2 July 2020

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

French Morgan


French Morgan

PARENTS: Hezekiah Boyers Morgan and Manerva Jane Brunner
[Note: The mother's first name may have been, Minerva. REH]
(Source: FindAGrave)

BIRTH: 31 Aug 1880, at Palace Valley on the Buckhannon River, near Buckhannon, Upshur Co., WV.

PARENTS: s/o Hezekiah Boyers Morgan and Minerva Jane (Bunner)
Information: Marla (McConnell) James Find A Grave contributor - 47003603
(Source: FindAGrave)

RESIDENCES:
Buckhannon, Upshur Co., WV;
Washington, DC at 2601 Brentwood Road, N.E.

MARRIAGE: 5 Sep 1906, Mary Geneva "Mattie" Pick

CHILDREN:
Norman D. Morgan, b. 1 Dec 1907
Arthur Raymond "Raymond" Morgan, b. 17 Apr 1913, d. 1928, buried, 1928 in Buckhannon, Upshur Co., WV, Heavner Cemetery

COMMENT:
In the Year Book Of Upshur County Historical Society, First Annual 1928, Buckhannon, WV, French Morgan is listed as a Charter Member, Upshur County Historical Society, also a Lorel N. Morgan was listed.
(Source: FindAGrave)

REFERENCE: “A History and Genealogy of the family of Col. Morgan Morgan, the first white settler of the State of West Virginia” — written by the other, non-Californian, French Morgan.
(Furnished by French Morgan of California, Aug 2007)

REFERENCE: RECOLLECTIONS OF BUCKHANNON, WEST VIRGINIA: 1888-1958, French Morgan. Edited by Upshur County Historical Society. 232 pages with index and photographs, Softbound. 2014.  $26.00
(Available from The Upshur County Historical Society as of May 2019)

REFERENCE: The History of West Virginia, Old and New, Published 1923, The American Historical Society, Inc., Chicago and New York, Volume III, pg. 610.
[This is a French Morgan article.  See the record of Col. Morgan Morgan, born 1 Nov 1688 and died 17 Nov 1766 in this genealogy for the text to the entire article or use the URL below. Written by Richard E. Henthorn on 21 May 2019.]
URL: http://files.usgwarchives.net/wv/upshur/bios/morgan.txt?fbclid=IwAR05BG4FxRWsgLoavCxnDAr5pXAg06s5ZK4_1pqenAOp3PxSe-AxE0gW0q8
(Shared to Richard E. Henthorn by Chris Castle on Facebook, 22 May 2019)

RESIDENCES: Lived in Upshur Co., WV and Washington, DC
(Furnished by Richard E. Henthorn)

RESEARCHER: Member of the Upshur County Historical Society. He wrote a genealogy of the Morgan family and a history of Buckhannon, WV (see References above).  He was probably also responsible for the 1923 article in The History of West Virginia.
(Furnished by Richard E. Henthorn)

HISTORY:
Mr. French Morgan was born at Palace Valley on Buckhannon River, near Buckhannon, August 31, 1880. He graduated from the Buckhannon High School in 1898, then taught school a year, and in 1901 entered West Virginia Conference Seminary at Buckhannon, graduating in the classical course in 1903, and completing the business course the following year.

In 1906 Mr. Morgan married Mary G. [Geneva "Mattie"], daughter of George W. and Hatie (Townsend) Pick [George William Pick and Harriett M. ["Hattie"] Townsend], of Buckhannon, and to this union have been born two sons, Norman D., born December 1, 1907, and Arthur Raymond, born April 17, 1913.

For about twelve years after leaving school he was associated with his father and brothers in operating a planing mill at Buckhannon. At the beginning of the World war he disposed of his interest in this enterprise, and, going to Washington, worked one year for the auditor of station accounts for the Southern Railroad. Since then he has been in the Government service as an employe of the general accounting office, Navy Department Division. His home in Washington [DC] is 2601 Brentwood Road, N. E.
(Source: The History of West Virginia, Old and New, Published 1923, The American Historical Society, Inc., Chicago and New York, Volume III, pg. 610)


DEATH: 7 Apr 1973, unknown place

BURIAL: Apr 1973, Buckhannon, Upshur Co., WV, Heavner Cemetery

FINDAGRAVE: Memorial# 29997097

Posted 22 May 2019


Richard E. Henthorn

Friday, July 12, 2013

Morgan Family of Virginia/West Virginia, Illinois, Missouri

I added a section for the Morgan Family of Virginia/West Virginia, Illinois, Missouri to the Collateral Families page of the HenthornFamily Wiki. This is the family that founded Morgantown, WV. There is a link to the Henthorn family via Brooky Kyger.

I included a link to the Stories page, on the Wiki, where you can find the very interesting stories written by T. Clifford Morgan.

Dick Henthorn
12 July 2013

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Morgan, Colonel Morgan

Colonel Morgan Morgan

Birth: 1 NOV 1688 Glamorgan, Scotland
Death: 17 NOV 1766 Frederick, ,VA

REFERENCE: "Pioneers of Leslie Co. Kentucky" by Sadie Stidham, Library of Congress #86-082565.

REFERENCE: "The Descendants of Col. Morgan Morgan" by French Morgan, page 120. Will written 31 Oct 1829 and probated Sept. term 1829.

Problem: Was he born in Scotland or Wales?

EMIGRATION:
Born during the reign of Queen Anne and immigrated to Delaware where he married. Problem: Was the date of birth, 1 Nov 1688 or 9 Jan 1688

Problem: Dispute in family Bible, death 1796. Other dates of death have been given: 17 Nov 1766 or 1 Nov 1766 at Bunker Hill, Berkeley Co., WV.


RESIDENCES:
World Book Encyclodedia - Red Letter Dates in West Virginia, 1726, Morgan Morgan, the state's first settler, built a cabin at Bunker Hill, in Berkeley County. (Furnished by Pat Bugher)


CEMETERY:
Morgan, Col. Morgan, was born Nov. 1, 1688 and died Nov. 17, 1766. His wife was Catherine Garretson, born May 16, 1692 and died May 16, 1773. He was one of the founding fathers of Old Frederick County. He lived on Mill Creek in present day Berkeley County, WV.
(Source: Tombstone inscription in Morgan Chapel Cemetery at Bunker Hill, WV. Historical Records of Old Frederick and Hampshire Counties, Virginia, Revised by Wilmer L. Kuns, Ph.d. - Furnished by Pat Bugher)


BIOGRAPHY: MORGAN MORGAN
Morgan Morgan (b. 1 November 1688) married Catherine Garretson in 1713 c., had eight children and died on 17 November 1766. Catherine, the daughter of Henry Garretson who had settled near Bridgeton, New Jersey, was born on 16 May 1692 and died on 16 May 1773. While living in Christiana, New Castle County, Delaware, Morgan was appointed County Coroner for the years 1726 through 1729 and was yet when he moved to Orange County, Virginia. On 5 November 1730, he sold his acre lot (with dwelling) located in Mill Creek Hundred to John Harris for 35 pounds and "considering him thereunto moving."[*] This statement indicates that Morgan moved to the Opequon Creek area in 1730.
(Source: [*] The Berkeley Journal, Issue 6, 1977, pp. 44-88 - furnished by Kay Bolls)

On 12 November 1735, Morgan Morgan acquired a 1,000-acre patent from the Colony which was signed by Governor Gooch;[*] the document is now in the possession of Berkeley County Historical Society, Martinsburg, West Virginia. This land was surveyed by Robert Brooke on 12 November 1734,[**] (Tract 57, Map 5) and is located in Berkeley County, West Virginia on Torytown Run (a branch of Mill Creek) about 3/4 mile west of Bunker Hill, West Virginia. Interstate Highway 81 is on the east side of the tract, Berkeley County Highway 26 runs through the center of the tract, and Berkeley Highway 24 crosses the western part.
(Source: [*] Virginia Land Patent Book 16, p. 398; [**] Brooke, Robert, Book of Surveys, Virginia Historical Society, Richmond, Virginia - furnished by Kay Bolls)

On 9 November 1744, Morgan sold 208 acres of the 1,000-acre patent land to his son Charles Morgan for 40 pounds.[*] Charles then sold it to Lewis Moore on 3 September 1754 for 75 pounds.[**] Moore sold 18 acres of it to Ogden Nash, recorded on 4 May 1763.[***] (Tract 57A)
(Source: [*] Frederick County, Virginia, Deed Book 1, p. 130; [**] Ibid., Book 3, p. 347; [***] Ibid., Book 8, p. 380 - furnished by Kay Bolls)

Morgan sold 200 acres of the 1,000-acre patent land to his son David for 100 pounds on 7 August 1745.[*] (Tract 57A)
(Source: [*] Frederick County, Virginia, Deed Book 1, p. 282 - furnished by Kay Bolls)

On 4 April 1748, Morgan sold 200 acres (of the 1,000-acre patent land) to Terrance Reily and Farrel Reily for 40 pounds.[*] (Tract 57C) They later sold the 200 acres back to Morgan on 4 August 1752 for 100 pounds.[**] Then Morgan sold the 200 acres to his son Zackquill Morgan on 1 May 1761 for 100 pounds.[***] Zackquill, his wife Drusilla and mother Catherine Morgan jointly sold the 200 acres to Robert Rutherford for 300 pounds on 5 February 1768.[****] On 10 October 1769, Rutherford sold it to James Seaton for 300 pounds.[*****]
(Source: [*] Frederick County, Virginia, Deed Book 1, p. 383; [**] Ibid., Book 2, p. 518; [***] Ibid., Book 6, p. 248; [****] Ibid., Book 12, p. 156; [*****] Ibid., Book 13, p. 235 - furnished by Kay Bolls)

Morgan Morgan sold 10 acres (of the 1,000-acre patent land) to Lewis Moore for 10 pounds on 4 October 1760.[*] (Tract 57D)
(Source: [*] Frederick County, Virginia, Deed Book 6, p. 244 - furnished by Kay Bolls)

On 30 September 1764, Morgan sold a 100-acre part of the patent land to his son Evan Morgan for 50 pounds.[*] Evan sold it to his brother Morgan Morgan (II) on 6 July 1772.[**] Tract 57E) Morgan also sold 182 acres (of the 1,000-acre patent land adjacent to Lewis Moore) to his son Morgan for 100 pounds on 30 September 1764.[***] (Part of Tract 57B)
(Source: [*] Frederick County, Virginia, Deed Book 10, p. 205; [**] Berkeley County, West Virginia, Deed Book 1, p. 451; [***] Frederick County, Virginia, Deed Book 10, p. 208 - furnished by Kay Bolls)

On 1 October 1764, Morgan sold 100 acres of the patent land to his son Henry Morgan for 50 pounds,[*] who sold it to his brother Zachquill for 60 pounds on 14 November 1766.[**] On April 1773, Zachquill and his wife Drusilla sold the 100 acres after they had moved out of Berkeley County, West Virginia.[***]
(Source: [*] Frederick County, Virginia, Deed Book 10, p. 231; [**] Ibid., Book 11, p. 371; [***] Berkeley County, West Virginia Deed Book 1, p. 507 - furnished by Kay Bolls)

Morgan, David

David Morgan

Birth: 12 MAY 1721 Christiana, New Castle Co.,DE
Death: 8 MAY 1813 Rivesville, Marion Co., VA
Burial: MAY 1813 Marion Co., VA, Morgan Cemetery

COMMENT:
David Morgan was one of the earliest settlers of the frontier. He was a man of great energy, of character, and of sterling worth.

COMMENT:
Later in that same month [April 1770], a settlement was established by the Prickett-Hall-Ice party on the Monongahela River, five miles below the mouth of the Tygart River at the mouth of the stream they named Prickett's Creek. Fearful of being attacked, they petitioned for government protection and, later in the summer, a small fortification called Prickett's Fort was established adjacent to the settlement by David Morgan, built under direction of Col. William Byrd on the Monongahela adjacent to the settlement.
[Amplification Notes: Prickett's Settlement and Prickett's Fort were located at the mouth of present Prickett's Creek, five miles below present Fairmount, [WV] and about a mile below the village of Baxter, Marion Co., WV.
(Source: "That Dark and Bloody River," by Allan W. Eckert, 1995, p. 19)


Problem: The death date of, 5 or 8 May 1813, is disputed by a Bible entry showing 1796. Pat Bugher has the date of death as, 19 May 1813 in Rivesville, Marion, VA. Pat obtain the date from the grave marker which states: David Morgan, Deceased, May 19, 1813, Aged 92. The marker is located in the Morgan family cemetery, on the farm of his son, Stephen Morgan, near Rivesville, Marion Co., VA (WV).

Morgan, Zackquill

Zackquill Morgan

Problem: Was his first name, Zacquill or Zackquill?

MARRIAGE: First marriage to Nancy Paxton/Paxon in 1755.
MARRIAGE: Second marriage to, Drusilla Springer, Abt. 5 Sep or 5 Oct 1765.

RESIDENCES: Zackquill Morgan built a stone house on his land in Berkeley County, West Virginia before moving in 1773 to the present day Rivesville, Marion County, West Virginia. In 1799, he moved to Monongalia County and founded Morgantown, West Virginia.


RELATIONSHIP:
According to Delbert Henthorn this Zacquill Morgan was from the family of Morgans that founded Morgantown, WV.
[Note: It appears that he "was" the Zackquill Morgan who founded Morgantown, VA/WV. REH]


The Monongalia Story

Fort Morgan. Most of the details of Zackquill Morgan's life are well documented, but exactly when he built his fortified cabin in Morgantown is an open question. Sometime between 1767 and 1774, he became the first permanent settler in Morgantown, began farming and business operations on a scale large enough to have his holdings described as a "plantation" in contemporary accounts, and erected two or three homes for himself and his fellow settlers. About 1770, or possibly a year earlier, he enlarged one of these into a small stockade. Fort Morgan was about 275 feet north of the northeast corner of University Avenue and Fayette Street, about where the B'nai B'rith Hall now joins a bottling plant [1974]. It was located specifically by the late Lawrence Cox, and is remembered by many local citizens.
(Source: "The Monongalia Story, Vol. 1, by Earl Lemley Core, p. 354)


"The commissioners appointed to adjust claims to unpatented lands in the counties of Monongalia, Yohogania, and Ohio held several meetings during 1781. The first meeting of the board had been held at Redstone Old Fort in December 1779. The meeting of the Virginia commissioners at this site (now Brownsville, Pennsylvania) may have been to emphasize the claims of Virginia to the territory. At any rate, claims were approved of many settlers residing in what is not Fayette, Washington, and Greene counties, Pennsyslvania. (see Monongalia Story, vol. I, chapter VIII).

In April [1781] the board met at the mouth of Elk Creek, in a community beginning to be called Clarksburg. The place was named for the famous pioneer general George Rogers Clark. ... In October a meeting was held at the home of Samuel Lewellin and a final meeting later in the year at the home of Colonel John Evans.

The records of claims approved at these meetings have been largely presented in Vol. I of this work (pp. 156-332), in chronological order as to the recorded date of the first settlement. Several claims had no dates affixed and they are listed below."
[Note: Two items of interest, concerning the Morgans are extracted below. REH]

David Morgan, assignee to Zackquil Morgan, 1,000 acres by preemption, adjoining lands of Zackquil Morgan.

Zackquil Morgan, assignee to James Stockwell, 1,000 acres by preemption, on east side of the Monongalhela River.
(Source: The Monongalia Story, Chapter Five: 1781, by Earl Lemley Core p. 70-73 - furnished by Bill L. Yoho)


The War of 1812

"The War of 1812 ...quickly revived the martial spirit throughout the country and especially to the west of the Alleghenies, where the conquest of Canada was regarded as a summer excursion. Monongalia County was no exception. Volunteers rushed to enlist in the Virginia militia; as a matter of fact, most of the membership of the fifty-two companies were from western Virginia. "West Virginians fought on land and sea in all the major battles of the war."

Volunteers who enlisted at Morgantown joined county companies for muster day drill on the county drill grounds on Spruce Street, where one of the most popular drill masters was Captain Zackquill Morgan, son of the founder of Morgantown.

Three Monongalia County companies were included in a militia regiment of western Virginians commanded by Colonel Dudley Evans in the campaign of General William Henry Harrison in the northwest in 1812-13. Commanders of the three companies were Captain Jesse Ice, Captain James Morgan, and Captain Samuel Wilson. "Great hardships were often experienced in their marches. At times the men had to cut bushes to lie on at night, to keep themselves out of the water."

Captain Jesse Ice's company was composed of fifty-nine officers and privates. Captain James Morgan's company included thirty-nine officers and privates. Captain Samuel Wilson's company was the largest, being made up of seventy-two officers and privates." Among the privates in Captain Samuel Wilson's company were Henry Henthorn and Zackwell Pierpoint. They were brothers-in-law as a result of their marriages to Ridgway sisters, Sarah and Dorcas, respectively.
(Source: "The Monongalia Story," by Earl L. Core, Chapter Thirty-six: 1812 - furnished by Bill L. Yoho)

Monday, March 29, 2010

Kyger, Daniel & Ann Henthorn

First Generation

1. Daniel KYGER was born about 1762. He died on 27 Apr 1849 in Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL. He was buried in Apr 1849 in Mc Kendree Twp., Vermilion Co., IL, Mc Kendree Cemetery.

Daniel KYGER and Ann HENTHORN were married on 2 Sep 1796 in , Monongalia Co., VA/WV.

Ann HENTHORN (daughter of James HENTHORN II and Elizabeth UNKNOWN) was born on 3 Jul 1780 in , , Pennsylvania. She died on 9 Jun 1859 in Danville, Vermilion Co., IL. She was buried in Jun 1859 in Mc Kendree Twp., Vermilion Co., IL, Mc Kendree Cemetery.

Daniel KYGER and Ann HENTHORN had the following children:

+2 i. Nancy KYGER, born between 1796 and 1800, , Monongalia Co., VA/WV; married Sewell C. BRIGGS, in 1814/15, , Washington Co., OH.

3 ii. Hannah KYGER was born on 3 Feb 1797 in , Monongalia Co., VA/WV. She died on 28 Dec 1888 in Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL. She was buried in Dec 1888 in Mc Kendree Twp., Vermilion Co., IL, Mc Kendree Cemetery.

+4 iii. John KYGER, born on 6 May 1799, Morgantown, Monongalia Co., VA/WV; married Mary SHEETS, on 7 Jun 1821, Grandview Twp., Washington Co., OH; died on 18 Apr 1883, Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL.

+5 iv. James KIGER, born about 1801, , , Pennsylvania; died about 1865.

+6 v. Henry KYGER, born on 23 Jun 1804, Clarington, Monroe Co., OH; married Elizabeth S. SIMS, on 15 Nov 1827, , Washington Co., OH; died on 22 Nov 1891, Grape Creek, Vermilion Co., IL.

+7 vi. Mary Ann KYGER, born about 1805.

+8 vii. Marmaduke William D. KYGER, born on 2 Mar 1806, Clarington, Monroe Co., OH; married Maris JENKINS, on 24 Apr 1834, , Vermilion Co., IL; died on 16 Oct 1865, Danville, Vermilion Co., IL.

+9 viii. Sidna KYGER, born between 1804 and 1806, Virginia.

+10 ix. Elizabeth KYGER, born on 29 Feb 1808, , Monroe Co., OH; married William SHEETS, on 3 Sep 1829, , Washington Co., OH; died on 2 Jan 1894, Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL.

+11 x. Daniel KYGER Jr., born between 1810 and 1814; married Susan HOUSH, on 11 Aug 1835, , Vermilion Co., IL.

+12 xi. Brooky KYGER, born on 8 May 1817, , Monroe Co., OH; married Thomas Scott MORGAN, on 20 Feb 1834, Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL; died on 8 Aug 1852, Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL.

+13 xii. Adam KYGER, born on 23 Jun 1819, Clarington, Monroe Co., OH; married Catherine SMITH, on 22 Feb 1844, , Vermilion Co., IL; died on 30 Apr 1904, Pansy, Douglas Co., MO.

+14 xiii. Minerva Angeline KYGER, born on 18 Mar 1823, Clarington, Monroe Co., OH; married Michael RITTER, on 23 Sep 1841, , Vermilion Co., IL; died on 1 Mar 1904, Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Ahnentafel Chart for Sylvester Morgan

Ancestors of Sylvester MORGAN - 12 Feb 2010
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First Generation

1. Sylvester MORGAN was born on 2 Mar 1835 in Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL. He died on 15 May 1912 in Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL.
SPOUSE: Mahala Canady

Second Generation

2. Thomas Scott MORGAN was born on 3 Jul 1808 in Monongalia Co., VA. He died on 23 Jul 1869 in Preston, Hickory Co., MO. Thomas Scott MORGAN and Brooky KYGER were married on 20 Feb 1834 in Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL.

3. Brooky KYGER was born on 8 May 1817 in Monroe Co., OH. She died on 8 Aug 1852 in Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL.

Third Generation

4. Achilles MORGAN was born on 29 Jun 1772 in Fairmont, Marion Co., WV. He died on 20 Jan 1860 in Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL. Achilles MORGAN and Susannah SCOTT were married about 1791.

5. Susannah SCOTT was born on 28 Sep 1772. She died on 16 Sep 1851 in Vermilion Co., IL.

6. Daniel KYGER was born about 1762. He died on 27 Apr 1849 in Georgetown, Vermilion Co., IL. Daniel KYGER and Ann HENTHORN were married on 2 Sep 1796 in Monongalia Co., VA.

7. Ann HENTHORN was born on 3 Jul 1780 in Pennsylvania. She died on 9 Jun 1859 in Danville, Vermilion Co., IL.

Fourth Generation

8. Morgan MORGAN was born on 20 Dec 1746 in Berkley Co., VA. He died in 1829. Morgan MORGAN and Drusilla PRICKETT were married between 1768 and 1770.

9. Drusilla PRICKETT was born on 3 Mar 1752. She died in Aug 1817 in Marion Co., VA.

10. Unknown SCOTT has no further information available.

11. Mary UNKNOWN died on 10 Nov 1842.

14. James HENTHORN II was born in 1735 in Baltimore Co., MD. He died about 1818 in Newport Twp., Monroe Co., OH. James HENTHORN II and Elizabeth UNKNOWN were married in 1770/71.

15. Elizabeth UNKNOWN died in 1820 in Newport Twp., Monroe Co., OH.


Prepared by:
Richard E. Henthorn
Email: Dick.Henthorn@gmail.com

Friday, October 23, 2009

Morgan, T. (Thomas) Clifford

T. Clifford Morgan one of my good friends in genealogy passed away on Monday, 21 Sep 2009 at Sedelia, MO. Clifford was very interested in the history and genealogy of the Morgan and Kyger families.

He shared his information with me (Richard Henthorn) and other researchers. He wrote twelve stories about the Morgan family which he shared. For many years they were available, on my AOL genealogy website. Recently I returned the stories to the Internet. You can find them on my genealogy "News" blog. Scroll down until you see the "Labels" area in the sidebar on the right. When you see the "Clifford" label click on it. That will gather a set of all the stories. Henthorn-Website-News.

A copy of the obituary is available on my "Obits" blog. Henthorn-Website-Obits

Mr. Dickie

Friday, September 25, 2009

Herbert Kyger's Experience

A Plucky Engineer
Herbert Kyger's Experience
Shot in the Muscles of the Right Arm at Virden
He Comes Home and Tells His Story
Bloomington, Ill, Thursday Morning, October 13, 1898


Herbert Kyger, the courageous young Alton engineer, who was pulling the train load of negroes yesterday into Virden, and who was shot by the strikers, arrived in this city last evening at 7 o'clock on the evening accommodation, and was taken at once to his home, 210 West Graham street, where an anxious wife, mother and family were awaiting his arrival. There were all sorts of rumors as to the nature of his injuries but they are not of a serious nature. He was shot in the muscles of his right arm, the bullet glancing upward and lodging near the shoulder. It is an ugly wound and was undoubtedly made by a weapon of a large caliber.

The report that the engineer had been injured created great excitement on the west side yesterday afternoon and there were all sorts of rumors afloat as to the nature and extent of the trouble.

Like hundreds of similar circumstances on the Chicago & Alton the man who was injured yesterday was off his regular run and taking some other engineer's place. Had Engineer Kyger's engine remained in good condition it would not have been he but Art Watkins who would have been suffering from an ugly bullet wound.

The trouble existing at the Virden mines is familiar to all who have been reading the telegraphic accounts of the affair in the newspapers. It culminated yesterday in a riot on the attempt of the mine operators to bring in negroes over the Chicago & Alton.

The Train

A special train left East St. Louis early yesterday morning bound for the Virden mines. It was composed of six cars, including caboose.

Four of the cars were from a Alabama railroad and were passenger coaches. These cars were filled with negro miners destined to take the place of the striking miners. Next to the engine was one box car containing the baggage and equipment of the negroes. On the end of the train was the caboose. The train left St. Louis pulled by engine 94, engineer, Art Watkins, and had a slow schedule.

Kyger Changed Engines

At Godfrey the north-bound limited due to arrive in this city at 12:55, came along and overtook the train of negroes. The limited was pulled by Engineer Kyger and Fireman Albert Anderson was opposite him. They were on the 88 which has seen many thrilling experiences on the rail. The engine gave out due to a hot driving box.

The officials ordered the engines changed and Kyger and fireman with the 88 were given the train of negroes to take to Springfield, while Watkins and fireman were placed on the Limited with the 94 and brought the train in safely, though delayed on account of the change.

Engineer Kyger did not know that he was soon to face a storm of bullets and be the target of hundreds of infuriated men. The orders from the officials on the road were to stop the train at the stockade and unload the negroes and the engineer was ready to obey the mandate.


The Arrival at Virden

The train which Engineer Kyger was pulling, he said, pulled into Virden at exactly 12 o'clock and went by the depot at the rate of 15 miles an hour. Engineer Kyger said that when he arrived in sight of the depot he saw the armed miners in great numbers. He sat in the cab window and kept his arm on the throttle until the train came to the stockade.

Acting under orders from the officials the engineer brought the train to a full stop. He said it was right in front of the stockade and on each side of the train were a swarm of armed miners. It was only a few minutes after the stop that the firing commenced.

The Engineer's Escape

Engineer Kyger and the fireman were in the cab while six armed deputies and one negro were on the engine. Some of the deputies were in the gangway, others on the tank and also a couple on the hind end of the tender. All were heavily armed. The train had just stopped when a bullet struck the engineer in the arm. He uttered a moan and some one called to him to get down from his seat in the cab and he did so standing on the deck. This was the signal for firing on both sides and the engineer said he had just been shot when the deputies returned the fire. In an instant the whole train was riddled with bullets.

The engineer saw the trend of affairs and with quick wit grabbed the throttle and pulled the train out of the city at lightning speed. Although suffering from the bullet wound Kyger struck to his post and with a shattered arm ran the engine to the next station about six miles. He was getting faint from loss of blood and turned the throttle over to Fireman Anderson who pulled the train to Springfield, the brakeman taking the fireman's place in the cab.

Taken to Hospital

Kyger was taken into the caboose with several other injured deputies and colored men and brought to Springfield. He was taken to a hospital and two physicians probed for the ball but could not find it. He then asked to be sent home and arrived at 7 o'clock. A local physician made a critical examination of the wound but after probing some time could not fine the ball. The engineer stood this ordeal without flinching and though small in stature and physical make-up, evidenced great pluck and never flinched. He will go to Deaconess hospital this morning and after being placed under the influence of chloroform the doctors will cut Mr. Kyger's arm open under daylight and then it is thought the bullet can be found and blood poisoning prevented. The ball is probably imbedded deep in the muscle of the shoulder and is hard to locate.

A Miraculous Escape

Mr. Kyger said the bullet must have been a spent ball or it would have ... his body. He believes it went through one and a half inches of the cab wood before entering his arm. His elbow was resting on the window sill of the cab while his hand was on the brake valve. The bullet, he is positive, was fired by someone at the bottom of the embankment near the track.

As great as the excitement was, Kyger had time to observe some of the results of the shooting. The engine and cars, he said, were full of bullet holes. The wooden part of the cab where he was sitting was a mass of holes and had it not been for the fact that he was told to step down he would have been killed instantly. The boiler head and other parts of the engine were riddled with holes. Half a dozen balls passed through the window where the engineer had been sitting a moment before. The windows were all shot out. One ball passed through the cab window and was found imbedded in the copper tube which ... ... ... . If it had pierced the tube the engineer and fireman would have been scalded to death and the train probably ... .

Negroes in the Cars

The wounded man was ... in .... to ... much, but said the cars were a sight to behold after ... ... the fire. The negroes had ... ... ... in the bottom of the ... ... ... and would not get up. T... ... ... were on the platform ... ... ... the caboose also crowded ... ... escaped. Fireman Anderson ... ... ... in sight after the train reached ... He was down near the ... ... ... ... not see any of the ... . Kyger said the wounded negroes who were taken to the hospital with him said they did not know they were going to take the place of strikers.

*******

Email: Dick.Henthorn@gmail.com
Posted: 25 Sep 2009
File: StoKyger

Prickett's Fort

Link to Prickett's Fort in West Virginia. This place has a connection to the Morgan who founded Morgantown, WV.

Prickett's Fort

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

No Divorce for Uncle Wash

No Divorce for Uncle Wash
by
T. Clifford Morgan
Warsaw, MO
1995

Washington Fain Reser was born the 30th of November, 1849. As a very young man, he had strong convictions as to what was right. He enlisted in the Union Army during the Civil War, serving in Co. I of the 14th Regiment of Missouri Volunteer Calvary.

At the end of the War, in 1865, he was not yet 16 years old. He was tall, thin and had steel gray eyes that seemed to be piercing those who disagreed with him.

When he was about 28 years old, he married my great-aunt, Cynthia Ann Morgan, who was then a girl of 20 years. He probably figured that she understood in those days that a man was boss. The husband ruled the roost and didn't get any static from his wife or children. Aunt "Sint," as she was called, believed that a wife had just as many rights as her husband, but she didn't tell him until after the wedding. She was a "Women's Libber" long before this became fashionable in the 20th Century.

Uncle Wash didn't believe in divorce, so he made the best of staying married to a woman, who made him toe the mark at times during their long married life.

Uncle Wash saved every penny that he could from his hard work. He was able to own a general store in the town of Black Oak in Hickory County, Missouri (Later renamed, Preston). He was Postmaster for several years there. The money he saved was loaned on real estate for 8% interest. The interest alone made him a wealthy man. His store was kept open for long hours. When it was close to dark he would close the store and walk one half mile to the large two story house that he had built for his young wife.

One of his first encounters with Aunt "Sint's" temper came one morning when he complained about the kindling wood she had brought in the evening before. She told him that she would continue to carry in wood but the kindling would be his business. She wanted him to understand that she wouldn't touch kindling wood for the rest of her life. Uncle Wash didn't like this, but he didn't believe in divorce.

One of the disagreements concerned Aunt "Sints" helping her poor relatives. Uncle Wash felt he didn't have any trouble supporting his large family, so why couldn't every man support his wife and children. He lost that battle too, for Aunt "Sint" continued to help her sisters and brothers whenever they needed it.

As their large family reached school age, Uncle Wash made it known that he thought they should finish school at age 16. After all he had done very well with little schooling. Uncle Wash won the argument as far as the girls were concerned, but all the boys went to college.

His son, Winer, became a merchant. Ott was a Doctor. Horance became a dentist and Otis was a Doctor. Tom was also a Doctor. One of the girls, Fanny, married a Doctor. I believe I remember their names correctly. When I was a young boy, Uncle Wash was an old man. He still had those steel gray eyes.

I have talked to many of the people who knew Uncle Wash and Aunt "Sint." One of those who loved to talk about Uncle Wash was his nephew, Elias Padget, son of Seraphina, who was a sister of Aunt "Sint."

I visited Elias Padget in the 1970's. My son, Tom, and I would go backpacking in the Grand Canyon during my summer vacation. We hiked most of the well known trails. When we left the Canyon with tired feet, we would stop in the Oklahoma Panhandle to visit with Elias and Leona Padget. Elias was my cousin. He was about 80 and was a World War I Army Veteran.

One evening as we sat on Elias's front porch, I asked him about his memories of Uncle Wash. He told me a story of Uncle Wash and the kindling wood.

Elias was a little "tad." The winter was coming on. His parents had been through a drought. They had no money and not much food stored. Aunt "Sint" agreed to take young Elias for the winter and clothe and feed him. Uncle Wash didn't think much of spending money on one of her relatives. Elias's mother instructed him to be good and to help Aunt "Sint" out. He was told to be especially nice to Uncle Wash.

Elias helped carry in the wood. He was an early riser and would get dressed in the cold upstairs. Then he could hurry downstairs where Uncle Wash was building a fire in the potbelly stove. Sometimes he would get down before Uncle Wash came in carrying the lantern and the kindling wood. He wondered why Uncle Wash didn't get the kindling wood when he came in from the store while it was still daylight.

Uncle Wash wore a night gown and a night cap and was sort of an amusing sight as he knelt on the floor and blew on the fire to get it started. Elias would sit and rock in Aunt "Sint's" rocker, which Uncle Wash would not allow if Aunt "Sint" were present. When the fire got started, Uncle Wash would sit and rock in his rocker until the fire made some coals. Then he would take coals in a little shovel to the cook stove to start a fire there.

With the fires going well, he would go upstairs to wake up Aunt "Sint" and the kids. They would get dressed while Aunt "Sint" got breakfast for the large family. Breakfast always consisted of biscuits and gravy, bacon and eggs. After breakfast Uncle Wash would feed the cattle and horses, milk two cows, and then go to the store.

As time went on and the winter got worse with more snow and cold, Elias got more concerned as to why Uncle Wash didn't get the kindling wood before dark the evening before. He asked his cousins, but only got the answer, "That is Dad's business." One day he thought it would be nice if he would bring in the kindling for the next morning. Aunt "Sint" caught him and told him to take the kindling back to the wood pile and never try that again.

Finally, young Elias decided that he would ask Uncle Wash why he didn't get in the kindling in the evening while it was daylight. The trouble was that Elias couldn't get up the nerve to ask him.

One cold evening with a cold blizzard bringing wind and snow, Elias thought surely Uncle Wash would stop at the wood pile to find some kindling wood, but Uncle Wash passed up the wood pile as usual. The next morning Elias got up quickly. Going downstairs he looked out the window at all the snow. He saw Uncle Wash out at the wood pile with the lantern kicking the snow trying to find some kindling. At last he heard Uncle Wash stamping his boots to rid them of snow. Elias opened the door and in came Uncle Wash trying to hold on to the lantern and the kindling.

It was time to ask Uncle Wash about his method of gathering in the kindling. Elias waited until Uncle Wash had the fires started and sat down to rock. "Uncle Wash may I ask you a question?" Uncle Wash stopped rocking and leaning forward he stared at the brassy brat who dared to ask him a question. Young Elias squirmed under his gaze and wished that he was elsewhere. Finally Uncle Wash held up one finger and said, "Elias I will let you ask one question." Then he went back to rocking.

Elias was scared and to make matters worse Uncle Wash was amused to see how scared Elias was. Elias decided to drop the matter. After a while, Uncle Wash stopped rocking and stared hard at Elias. He asked in a amused tone, "Elias, what was it you wanted to ask me?" Elias had to ask the question. He began, "Uncle Wash, when you came home from the store yesterday, it was starting to snow. It looked like a real blizzard would snow the wood pile under, why in the world didn't you find and bring in the kindling then?"

The question seemed to hit a sore spot with Uncle Wash. He went back to rocking, and no longer seemed amused. He kept glancing up the stairs as if he wondered if Aunt "Sint" was listening. After a while he stopped rocking, and his voice seemed to be almost pleading for understanding. "Young Elias, let's you and I do some supposing. Now suppose I did bring in the kindling wood the night before. Let's keep on supposing. Suppose I had died before morning. What do you suppose would happen to my kindling then? Well, I'll tell you what would happen, someone else would get to use my kindling wood." Uncle Wash went back to rocking and Elias never again asked him a question.

The year went by fast for young Elias. His father heard the next Spring about the Oklahoma Panhandle being opened up for settlement. With the family in a Concord wagon, he started west. Seraphine said good-bye to her brothers and sisters, whom she was never to see again. Young Elias almost didn't survive the trip. These long trips by wagon were hard on children. Elias got cold and hungry. They stopped once at a settler's cabin. Elias and the family had a good meal of beans. Elias felt like he might make it when his stomach was filled so well and they started on.

The land they settled on had no trees for building a house or for fuel for a stove. They lived in a dugout while Elias's father went to Liberal, Kansas to work on the railroad. The children would pick up buffalo chips to fuel the wood cook stove. They had to carry water from miles away. Elias probably looked back on his life with Aunt "Sint" and Uncle Wash and wished he was still there.

The years went by fast for Uncle Wash and Aunt "Sint" too. There children grew up, got married, and moved away except for Winer. He took over Uncle Wash's store, which sold groceries, dry goods, and even caskets. As they grew older Aunt "Sint" and Uncle Wash spent much time in their rocking chairs. In the summer they moved their chairs out on the porch. Their Last Will and Testament divided their large estate equally among their children. Both of them agreed on the will.

A bone of contention arose when the roof of the house started leaking. Aunt "Sint" wanted to spend money to get a new roof put on the house. Uncle Wash refused to spend money for this project and he won the battle. The roof continued to leak and Aunt "Sint" put pans and buckets under the worst leaks. The water even ran down the walls and ruined the family pictures hanging there.

Aunt "Sint" died the 25th of February, 1927 and was laid to rest in the cemetery where others of her family were buried. Uncle Wash continued to live on in the old, house. On days when he felt good, he would walk to the old store to visit with Winer and the customers, who had fond memories of him.

The leaky roof got worse and the children agreed that they would pay for the new roof. They elected Mabel to break the news to Uncle Wash. She seemed to have more nerve than her brothers and sisters. She approached her father with the news that she and the others would pay for a new roof. He struggled out of the rocking chair. He stood up and shaking his finger at Mabel, informed her, "That as long as he lived, that old roof would be good enough for him."

Uncle Wash died in October of 1942 and was laid to rest by Aunt "Sint," who as a young girl had married him 65 years before.

His grandson, Fain, restored and reroofed the old landmark, which had served as home for the large family. It still stands, vacant in 1995.

Dr. Tom Reser of Cole Camp erected at the entrance to the cemetery a large granite stone inscribed to the memory of his parents, Washington F. and Cynthia Ann Reser. The engraving on the stone reads, "In this final resting place, only virtues are remembered." You can see this stone at Fisher cemetery near Preston, Missouri.

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Posted: 23 Sep 2009
File: MorWash.txt

Run Over By a Ford

Run Over by a Ford
by
T. Clifford Morgan
Warsaw, MO
26 Dec 1996

This is Dec. 26, 1996, and I'm trying to remember stories that are based on what I remember myself and what I remember of what my parents and different people have told me.

The first story is one that I don't like to recall in most ways. It is the time that I was run over by a Model T Ford. I doubt that many people got run over by a Model T, because it made a lot of noise, and it rattled a lot especially on a rough road, you could hear it coming from a long way off.

Previous to Model T days, the road that is now highway 54 was a mud road. When the cars came, the cars could not get through the mud holes on the road, so that they were forced to haul rock to the road. This made a bumpy road, but at least after the cars came, the road became passable.

When I was a child we lived across the road from Grandpa and Grandma Morgan. The mail address was Route 1 Box 23B. We got our mail from the same mailbox as Grandpa's. This mailbox was on our side of the road across the road from Grandpa's, but in 1924, when Grandpa's health failed, we moved to his place.

In the summer of 1925, I was six years old, and like all the boys that I knew of at that time, I went barefoot in the summer. I never remember walking anywhere. I always ran. At that time, the mail was carried by an old time mail carrier, Sam Edde. Sam had started carrying the mail on mud roads on horse back. Later with some improvement on the road, he carried the mail in a buggy. In 1917, he bought his first car, but he continued to keep his horses and buggy for times when the road was too muddy for the car.

Mama had a habit of watching for the mail. When the mail came she would tell me, and I would run out to get it. The one day of the week that we were sure to get mail was Thursday because that was the day when the Index, the county paper, came. She would see the mail carrier coming up the road from the east, and she would holler, "Clifford, here comes the mail." I would run across the road and stand by the mail box until the mail carrier arrived.

It's hard to understand now, with all the traffic on Highway 54, that at that time there were few cars that went by. A good illustration of this fact is that my parents took the first photograph of me as a baby after laying me down on a blanket in the middle of the road. Now you wouldn't dare do something like that.

When Sam drove up, from the east, he would give me the paper, and I would run around the car and back to the house. This particular day, I was unaware that there was a Model T approaching from the west. Sam Edde's car was making a lot of noise, and from where I was standing at the mail box, I couldn't see or hear the other car. Holding the paper with one hand, and going at full speed, I ran directly into the path of the car. I was knocked unconscious, and never was able to remember seeing the Model T.

The first that I remember, I was being held in the arms of a strange man, and I looked around and there was a second man that I had never seen before. The man that was holding me said that he would be glad to take me to the doctor. That scared me, and I started crying. Just about that time, Papa ran up as fast as he could run, and took me in his arms. The talk about going to the doctor had scared me, and Papa decided that I wasn't hurt bad enough to go to the doctor. I did have a few bruises and scratches, but that was all.

When Papa first arrived, he asked, "Did you run over my boy?" The men explained that the boy had run out in front of the car, and that there hadn't been time for them to stop. One man told Papa that they lived at Linn Creek. Linn Creek was the town in Camden County that was covered by the Lake of the Ozarks many years later. Now Linn Creek is at a new location but has the same name. The men went on their way, and as far as I know, Papa never did get their names. After they had left, I saw the newspaper that I had been carrying. One end of it was sort of pulverized from being under a wheel of the car as it came to a stop. I guess I was lucky to be all right. I didn't even have a headache.

My parents were pretty shook up by the accident, and they just wanted to forget it. They didn't tell anyone about it as far as I know. I doubt that some of the neighbors even knew that I'd been run over. This put a stop to me running to the mail box to get ahead of the mail carrier, and I got a lecture on stopping at the road and looking both ways.

Many years later, in 1945, I was returning from a carrier aircraft service unit in the Pacific. After landing in San Francisco, I rode the Santa Fe railroad to Kansas City. When I got to the Union Station, I went to pick up my luggage, but it hadn't arrived. I had my ditty bag with me, and it contained all of the toilet articles like shaving gear and a toothbrush. The sea bag which was missing was packed tightly with a hundred pounds of clothes. I had plenty of clothes at home, and I knew I could pick up the bag when I came back a month later, but I was afraid I would be charged a fee for storage. The baggage man said that he understood my situation because he had a son in the service. He wrote down my name, and said that he would kill the charge when it came in.

I walked out of the Union Station, and at that time, there was no problem for a service man in uniform to hitch a ride. My parents lived between Preston and Hermitage on the Ralph Nevins farm (Ralph's daughter, Kathleen, still owns the farm). I got several rides, and my last ride ended up in Warsaw. I started walking again, and before I got to the bridge over the Osage, a car stopped with an elderly couple in the car, and it was Sam Edde and his wife. Sam was retired then, but when I told him my name, he remembered me. He took me to Preston. I mentioned that I could walk the rest of the way, but he wouldn't let me walk. He took me all the way home. This was the last time that I ever saw Sam Edde, the old mail carrier. I was tempted to ask Sam whether he had ever known about my accident, but I never did.

Many years have passed, but I still remind myself to look both ways before I walk out on the road.
(Typed for the Henthorn/Bolerjack project by Diane (Black) Wilson.)

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Posted: 23 Sep 2009
File: MorRun.txt

Grandpa and the Oyster Can

Grandpa and the Oyster Can
by
T. Clifford Morgan
Warsaw, MO
27 May 1993

This story concerns an 1890 wagon trip from east of Preston, MO to Collins, MO. The purpose of the trip was to take John Hire to see his parents, Jimmy and India Hire, and his younger sister, Ollie [Olivia, REH]. John had never seen his sister. Young John, as a baby, needed extra care, so from infancy he was raised by his grandparents, Achilles and Samantha (Bullard) Morgan. He was related to Samantha through her first marriage to Joseph Wilson Hires.

The grandparents had never been to Collins, but they knew that it was west along what now is Highway 54. John was excited about going on such a long trip. He was only about 4 years old. The day before, Grandpa Achilles put the hoops on the wagon and spread the canvas cover over them. Before good daylight they were up, packed the wagon with feed for the horses and for the people, and also put in camping gear. About sunup they started out.

Covered wagon travel by that year did not mean watching for Indians but it did mean worrying for fear the metal rim would work off one of the wooden wheels. It that happened you took the wheel to a creek to soak in the water so it would swell enough to keep the rim on.

Grandpa Achilles was crippled so he really dreaded having to repair a wheel. Just driving was hard for him sitting on the hard wooden wagon seat for hours and hours. At noon they stopped to eat lunch. They fed and watered the horses and let them graze a bit. Even though John was excited about seeing his parents and his younger sister he probably got tired and cranky on the long trip. Perhaps he napped in the afternoon as the horses steadily went westward.

Late in the day, after going mile after mile across the prairie land they came to Little Weaubleau Creek. They decided to camp rather than risk being caught away from water at sundown. The wagon pulled off the road. The horses were unhitched, watered, and fed. A fire was kindled so Grandma Samantha could warm the food and make coffee for Grandpa Achilles. Grandpa liked coffee with nearly every meal. They bedded down in the wagon bed.

Before daylight they ate breakfast and hitched up the horses. Slowly the wagon was pulled up the hill out of the creek bottom. It crested the hill and there just ahead was Collins! They could have made it there before sundown the day before. Everyone laughed a good deal about that.

The 28 1/2 mill trip from just east of Preston to Collins, that today takes such a short time, took all of one day. The long trip was worth it though. They all were so delighted to see each other. Jimmy Hire took his son by the hand and took him the few blocks from his house to downtown Collins. He was proud of his son and wanted to buy something special for dinner to celebrate the visit. He bought a can of oysters to make soup with. That was a really special treat. (Note: Oyster cans in 1890 were much larger than an oyster can in 1993).

India took special care opening up that oyster can. She wanted the edge smooth and not too sharp. She washed it very clean and then gave it to her son, John. John turned it in his hand noticing the shine. He dropped it and it rolled making an interesting sound on the wooden floor. He took it outside and rolled it on the grass. It didn't sound the same. On rocks it made a different sound. If he threw it down hard it's sound was loud and sharp. A spoon against it's side made another sound. What a fascinating toy for the young boy. It may have been his first real toy.

The next morning they took a long time to say "Good Bye." It was hard to leave and tears were shed. They started well after daylight, a very late start.

They stopped for lunch again. Then the horses plodded on. It got dark before they reached Preston. Achilles kept driving wanting to get home that night. Soon all but Achilles were asleep. John bedded down behind the wagon seat clutching his toy oyster can tightly. As the wagon started down a long hill a wagon wheel rim fell off with a great clatter. John woke with a start. He screamed, "Grandpa, Grandpa, my oyster can has fallen out. I can hear it on the rocks." Grandpa answered, "I sure wish it was your oyster can."

In later years, Thomas W. Morgan told this story often when he visited Jimmy Hire and this was always the end of the story. Thomas Clifford Morgan believes they probably got home that night. They always carried a lantern and enough water to soak the wheel so the rim would be on tight again.

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Posted: 23 Sep 2009
File: MorOys.txt

Mahala Morgan's Petticoat and the Civil War

Mahala Morgan's Petticoat
and the
Civil War
by
T. Clifford Morgan
Warsaw, MO
10 July 1994

This Civil War story was told to T. Clifford Morgan by Elias Padget, who had heard it countless times as told by his mother, Saraphine Morgan Padget. T. Clifford Morgan had also heard it told by his father, Thomas Wilson Morgan.

The passage of time has caused the exact date of the encounter to be lost, but T. Clifford Morgan believes it to be in the year 1861. In that year, Mahala Morgan's son, Henderson was 3 years old and her daughter, Rosetta, was 1 year old. Mahala's husband, Sylvester Morgan was the first child of Thomas Scott Morgan and Brooky Kyger Morgan.

One of the greatest worries of a young wife during the Civil Way was that her husband would be killed and she would be left a widow with young children.

Any movement of men across Hickory County Missouri was suspected to be armed rebels unless proved otherwise. On this particular day a man galloped up to Morgan's to warn Thomas Scott Morgan that a large group of men were approaching from Dallas County. They seemed to be headed for the Morgan farm, which was about 3 miles east of Black Oak Point (Later called Preston).

Tom Morgan dispatched his sons to alert the neighbors and ask them to tell others. In a short time, a large company of men assembled at Morgan's. They were deployed south of the farm buildings along a wagon road behind fences and trees. With guns drawn they awaited the intruders. It was the Civil War custom to challenge any group of unknown men. Each side would send out a man. Thus they would determine if they were friend or foe.

Mahala watched but did not see a meeting of men between the two forces. She scouted around the Union line for a look at the opposing force, which had dismounted to form a rough line between trees. She recognized a Union man in the opposing group. Wasting no time she hid behind a large tree. Quickly, she took off her dress and her white petticoat. Then she put her dress back on.

Waving her white petticoat above her head, she ran screaming as loud as she could, right between the opposing battle lines. Tom Morgan, as the leader of the home group, strode out to meet the leader of the strange group. This man turned out to be E.M. Padget of Dallas County, a good friend of Morgan's and grandfather of Elias Padget, who years later told T. Clifford Morgan this story.

Sometimes these chance encounters turned into a bloody battle. All it took was one man with an itchy trigger finger and the battle would begin. By World War II getting killed in this type of encounter was termed, "killed by friendly fire."

Sylvester and Mahala Morgan moved their young family to Vermilion County, Illinois in the summer of 1862. He enlisted in the 125th Illinois Volunteer Infantry on August 10, 1862. He survived the war and they had eight children. Mahala Morgan lived until 1924, and she probably never forgot the day, when as a young woman, she used her white petticoat to stop a Civil War encounter.

When he was a grown man, Henderson Morgan, the oldest child of Sylvester and Mahala returned to Hickory County, Missouri and for many years operated the Morgan Hotel on the east side of the square in Hermitage, Missouri.

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Posted: 23 Sep 2009
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Water Mill at Grape Creek, Vermilion Co., Illinois

Water Mill at Grape Creek, Vermilion Co., Illinois
by
T. Clifford Morgan
Warsaw, MO

A mill was built about three fourths of a mile from Grape Creek on the bank of the Vermilion River in Vermilion County, Illinois. It was built by William Sheets and his brother-in-law, Thomas Scott Morgan. They had married sisters, daughters of Daniel and Ann (Henthorn) Kyger. William Sheets married Elizabeth Kyger on September 3, 1829 and Thomas Morgan married Brooky Kyger on February 20, 1834. In 1835 at the start of building the mill and the dam across the Vermilion River Sheets was 27 years old and Morgan 25.

The mill commenced grinding in 1834. It was known for a number of years as the Morgan and Sheets Mill. In connection with their grist mill they erected a saw mill and a distillery. The mill had customers for 40 miles around. They started with one run of stone but soon had enough business to add a second stone.

In 1850, Henry T. Kyger, son of John Kyger, bought the mill. In 1865, he formed a partnership with his brothers, Daniel and Tilmon and they made improvements to the mill at a cost of about $8000. In 1873, Daniel Kyger took full charge of the mill operation.

The huge grist mill ground corn and wheat night and day for more than sixty years. Power to run the grinding stones and saw mill was furnished by twin turbine wheels driven by water impounded in a huge fore bay or mill race. Water was forced into the latter by a dam built across the river at a right angle to the mill.

Lumber was cut by a gate saw fitted into a huge frame about 8 feet high and six feet wide. The saw mill turned out about 2000 feet of lumber a day. The price of sawing was 50 cents per 100 feet or a share.

Other buildings used in the mill business included a mill barn to house horses and oxen, a cooperage for making barrels to ship flour, a wheat granary, and a barracks for the mill hands. The customers who came for many miles had to wait their turn.

The mill continued in operation until about 1900 when the building weakened by age fell of its own weight into the Vermilion River.

Tradition says that Thomas S. Morgan was arrested on a complaint of men who wanted to use flatboats on the Big Vermilion river and objected to the dam at the Grape Creek mill. Morgan secured Abraham Lincoln to defend him when the case came up for trial at Danville. When the case was called, Lincoln asked the judge if the Big Vermilion River was considered a navigable river by the court. The judge replied that it was. Lincoln requested that the case be dismissed as the State of Illinois had no jurisdiction over navigable rivers and it was therefore a concern of the federal government. The court dismissed the case.

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Posted: 23 Sep 2009
File: MorGrapc.txt

The Old Georgetown, Illinois Steam Flour Mill

The Old Georgetown, Illinois Steam Flour Mill
by
T. Clifford Morgan
Warsaw, MO

In 1849, William Sheets, Thomas Scott Morgan and the Kyger brothers, Daniel and Henry T. commenced the construction of the first steam flour mill in Vermilion County at Georgetown, Illinois. All of these men were related by blood or marriage. The mother of the Kyger brothers was Mary (Sheets) Kyger, wife of John Kyger. She was also sister of William Sheets. William Sheets married Elizabeth Kyger and Thomas S. Morgan married her sister Brooky Kyger. The Kyger sisters were the aunts of Daniel and Henry T. Kyger.

Building this mill was a large undertaking and several thousand man hours went into the project. Some men sold their share and Nathaniel Henderson and his son were taken into the partnership. The mill was finished in 1850 by Daniel Kyger, Thomas S. Morgan and Nathaniel Henderson and his son at a cost of about $6000.

The mill was quite large, 40 x 50, with three run of stone. The first story was built of timbers 14" square, the second story of timbers 12" square, the third story timbers were 10" square, and the fourth floor had 8" square timbers. The framing was under the direction of Nathaniel Henderson. The siding was of black walnut and the flooring of black oak. The insidework, millwrighting, etc. was in charge of Martin Moudy of Springfield.

The steam power drove the pin cog and wooden gear. At one point in setting up the machinery, the millwright was unable to figure out how to assemble the machinery. At this point Morgan asked young Daniel Kyger if he could set up the machinery. Daniel was 21 years old at the time. Daniel replied that he thought that he could and he proceeded to set up the steam machinery.

The three pair of millstones were each four feet in diameter. Two were for wheat and one for corn.

When the day arrived, in 1850, when the mill was completed and the machinery was to be tried out the news spread throughout Georgetown and most of the county. It was dark by the time the last minute adjustments were completed and the boiler was fired. People crowded the mill to see the building and the machinery. A lot of boys crowded into the engine room to see the most interesting part of all the mill, the steam engine. The man firing the boiler got up too much steam and the relief valve suddenly started popping off steam. Many boys got knocked down and run over as the crowd made a wild break for the door.

The mill was an instant success and drew customers from miles around. Much of the flour was shipped on flatboats to New Orleans. The flatboat would be sold in New Orleans for lumber and the man that took the flatboat downstream would return as far as possible by steamboat.

There were many curiosities about the old mill. The greatest of them all was Morgan himself, who could laugh a customer into and out of the mill again without any resting place.

Many stories have been told about the old mill, some are as follows:

One day a man doing repairs fell off the roof of the mill. He fell on the back of one of the hogs that were kept to eat waste grain from the mill. The man walked away but the hog had a broken back.

The mill consumed a lot of water and a cistern was dug to store water to assure a steady supply for the boiler. The cistern was close to the door of the engine room and was nearly ten feet across.

At the time the mill first opened steam power was new in Vermilion County and many people were afraid of the steam engine, with all of the heat and noise. One day a negro came to the mill and the men noticed that he was afraid of the noise from the engine room. They decided to have some fun out of him and told him that they had engine trouble and needed help to lift the engine. He took his place near the engine as the men pretended to get ready to lift it. At the moment that the signal to lift was given one man pulled the steam whistle and the negro made a wild break for safety and jumped the cistern near the door, as the men doubled up laughing. After getting over his fright, the man came back and peeping around the door he said, "Thought you would scare me, did you?"

At a time when Thomas Morgan was short of bed room space they decided to let his two oldest boys, Achilles and Sylvester, sleep in the office room of the mill. All went well and the boys enjoyed staying up late in Georgetown and going to bed when they wanted to. One night Achilles heard a noise late in the night and woke up Sylvester to ask him what it was. They decided it was someone trying to break into the mill and they made a hurried trip home through a light snow that had fallen while they were asleep. They failed to worry their father about the burglar and on their return to the mill the next morning they found that their tracks were the only ones made in the fresh snow. Their father laughed at the boys being scared by rats. Sylvester didn't get over his scare easily and refused to go back to the mill to sleep after that.

The old mill changed ownership and names many times. In 1854, Daniel Kyger and Nathaniel Henderson and sons went to Danville to start erection of the Danville Steam Flour Mill. In 1857, Thomas S. Morgan sold his interest and went west to Hickory County, Missouri. Other owners have been M.M. Wright, C.B. Spang and Star among others. By 1970, the old mill had been just a memory for many years and a used car lot was on the ground where the mill once stood.

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Posted: 23 Sep 2009
File: MorGeorg.txt

Morgan and the Death Squad

MORGAN AND THE DEATH SQUAD
by
T. Clifford Morgan
(Great-grandson of Thomas Scott Morgan)
Warsaw, MO

Thomas Scott Morgan had moved to Missouri as a strong supporter of Abe Lincoln. His support of Lincoln and his belief that the union of the states should be preserved soon got him into trouble with supporters of Gov. Claiborne Jackson.

After the union defeat at Wilson's Creek, many union men were shot by bushwhackers and many homes burned. It was during this time, that Morgan was in the greatest danger. One day, a large group of mounted and armed men rode into Morgan's yard. With guns drawn, they yelled for Morgan to come out. Phoebe and the young children wanted Morgan to hide somewhere. Instead, Morgan walked out on the upstairs porch. He gave the Masonic sign that he was in distress. It seemed that the leader of the rebels happened to be a Mason and this saved Morgan's life. The rebel leader yelled "Don't shoot that man, if he is shot, I will shoot the man that shoots him." He lowered his gun and galloped his horse out the yard gate. His men followed and they quickly disappeared in
to the timber.

His wife asked him, "Why did the men ride away without any shooting?" Morgan's reply was, "I guess that they changed their minds." He never disclosed any secrets of the Masonic Fraternity.
(Typed for the Henthorn/Bolerjack project by Diane (Black) Wilson.)

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Email: Dick.Henthorn@gmail.com
Posted: 23 Sep 2009
File: MorDeath.txt

The Road to Cross Timbers

THE ROAD TO CROSS TIMBERS
by
T. Clifford Morgan
Warsaw, MO
1997

It was only eight and one half miles, but it seemed that it would never end. It was a hot July day. July in Missouri is always hot, but on this day the sun seemed to be baking the road. The soles on my worn out shoes were so thin that my young feet felt the heat and also each rough place on the road. The walking was much worse for Papa. He was almost sixty two years old, broken in health by the years of hard farm work. The Great Depression, the years of drought, and the blinding dust storms had aged him in spirit and body. Now he was plagued by a left foot painfully swollen by gout. Because he was unable to wear his shoe, Mama had bandaged his foot and made a denim cover for the bandage. Sometimes he would gasp with pain and I kept being afraid that he would give up the trip to Cross Timbers and turn back.

The year was 1936 and I was seventeen years of age. The week before the trip, I had read in the county newspaper, that a county case-worker would be at Cross Timbers the next Monday to accept applications from boys age seventeen and older to enroll in the Civilian Conservation Corps camp at Kaiser, Missouri. It seemed to be a glimmer of hope for me and I asked Papa if I could enroll. He didn't like the idea but he had just about run out of options. The corn crop was dying in the drought, droves of grasshoppers were eating up the pasture, and the mortgage payments were in arrears. Another disaster had hit, Lois, our oldest horse died, and now we didn't have a team for farm work or for going to town in the farm wagon.

I had dreams as a boy of going to college as my cousin Elmer had. He became a geology professor at the University of Texas. I had graduated from eighth grade at the head of my class, but there was no money for my sister, Odessa Mae or me to continue in school. I had looked forward to getting married some day, but probably, no girl would marry a poverty stricken farm boy like me.

It took us about two and one half hours to walk to Cross Timbers on that hot July day in 1936. There was very little traffic and no one offered us a ride in their Ford Model A. We arrived tired and very thirsty. After filling out a lot of paper work, Papa signed an agreement for his son to go to the Kaiser CCC camp. I believe that he felt that I was too young to leave home.

In the CCC, we built roads with pick and shovel, fought forest fires, worked rock quarries and built park buildings in the Lake of the Ozarks State Park. I soon got a job as a tool clerk. One evening a week I attended night class and this started me on a road to recover time lost from school. Twenty five dollars each month was sent home to my parents and I received five to spend. Remembering the dark days of the great Depression, I tried to save some money each month.

My life since the days of 1936 have not always been easy days. I have milked cows, pitched hay in 100 degree temperature, picked cotton and somehow survived a five day raging storm while on a destroyer in the Pacific in WWII. Some time later, I survived the stress of a large company that tried to make life so unbearably hard for their older employees that they would quit, and many did quit. Those that did quit had not walked the road to Cross Timbers as I had. The days of the Great Depression had served to make a man out of the boy. The trials that seemed so vast to some of my friends have sometimes been small trials to me.

Today in the twilight of my life, I have a wonderful wife, children, and a grandson. I have everything that I ever dreamed of because of the road to Cross Timbers sixty one years ago.
(Typed for the Henthorn/Bolerjack project by Diane (Black) Wilson.)

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Email Dick Henthorn: Rhenthorn1@aol.com
Posted: 23 Sep 2009
File: MorCross.txt

Memories of World War II

Memories of World War II
by
T. Clifford Morgan
Warsaw, MO

I probably have a thousand different memories of the war, but briefly they are:


PEARL HARBOR
I was farming 160 acres north of Cross Timbers in Benton County, MO, when on this Sunday morning, a neighbor came over and told us that Pearl Harbor had been bombed. One of the many changes that the war made in my life was that I would never return to full time farming again. Much news of the disaster was kept from the public. One of the enlisted men that was on over-night leave from the U.S.S. Arizona, hurried back to find the battleship sunk. He stood helpless on the dock as divers tried to reach men trapped inthe ship. The divers could hear men pounding on the compartments, but couldn't reach them.


THE NAVY
After making a crop in 1942, I enlisted in the Navy in Springfield, Missouri. Then I went to boot camp at Great Lakes for thirty days. The Navy gave enlistees a battery of tests and selected those making the top scores to go to aviation school.


THE NAVY SCHOOLS
Navy Pier Chicago - I was here for six months, taking a general course in all phases of airplane maintenance and repair. I received liberty on weekend days until midnight. During these weekends, I spent much time at the Art Gallery, Field Museum of Natural History, The Museum of Science and Industry, the USO, The Servicemen's Center, and the parks of Chicago, especially Grant Park and Garfield Park. The Chicago and the State-Lake theaters had live stage shows and I enjoyed seeing Roy Rogers and his horse and also Hildegard. Bing Crosby was the Master of Ceremonies at American Day at Soldiers Field. Servicemen were able to ride public street cars free.

87th Anthony in Chicago - Advanced Navy School - Those in the top ten percent of their class went on to this school. I took aircraft hydraulics there for three months. This was a new school, the food was the best and the instruction was good. During the time there, I was able to attend live broadcasts of the WLS National Barn Dance. I also attended dances at the beautiful Aragon and Trinon ballrooms.


THE TRIP TO THE PACIFIC
After graduation, I was able to spend a few days at home. Then I took the Santa Fe to San Francisco to await overseas transportation. While there, I worked in the legal office for a Lieut. Williams and took some Red Cross tours of the Bay area. I sailed on a destroyer, the U.S. Bronson, which was later sunk by a submarine. The passengers slept on the gun decks with no blankets. During a bad two day storm, I slept with my arm around a steel post to keep from rolling when the ship was tossed by the waves. We sailed past Diamond Head and docked at Ford Island not far from the sunken Arizona. I took a sea-going tug to Kahului, Maui. This took all day, and after dark the tug tied up alongside a tall ocean liner. We had to carry a hundred pounds of gear up a rope ladder to the top of the liner, then down another rope ladder to the deck.


CARRIER AIRCRAFT SERVICE UNIT#32
I checked in at the air base and was assigned to a barracks and issued bedding and a mosquito net which was badly needed if you were to get any sleep. Next day I was assigned to the hydraulic shop and worked the line checking planes for hydraulic leaks. Later, I was in charge of the repair of hydraulic units and operated the test bench. Most of the planes were F6F fighter planes and TBM Torpedo Bombers. While we repaired and maintained the planes, the pilots trained and then the squadrons would return to the carriers to relieve those squadrons that needed rotation.

The group that returned from the stricken Enterprise was the worst in plane damage and the morale of the men.


LIBERTY
On liberty days, I took the scenic ocean drive along the coast to the old whaling town of Lahaina. I took trips to Wailuku, and took two trips to Haleakala Crater. This mountain is 10,032 feet high and the crater is 2,000 feet deep. I walked to the bottom of the crater, but hurried back as the clouds started to roll in.


ENTERTAINMENT
The USO brought Bob Hope and his show to Maui, also Betty Hutton and her show. The Navy sent their All-Star baseball team and I especially enjoyed seeing School Boy Rowe of the Detroit Tigers. He had pitched in a World Series game against Dizzy Dean. Gene Tunney came to referee a boxing match.


THE WAR ENDS
As the war was winding down, I got on rotation list to return to the states for more advanced school in hydraulics. Then came that day when I was working on rotation number had come up. The return trip was by plane to Ford Island, then to San Francisco on an escort carrier. There were no storms at sea this time, just flying fish to watch, and we slept on cots on the flight deck.
(Source: Written by T. Clifford Morgan, Warsaw, MO, 50 years after the war)

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Email: Dick.Henthorn@gmail.com
Posted: 23 Sep 2009
File: MorCliff.txt