DAR Applications

For twenty three years, I have researched my family.  And raised a family. When the kids were little, I was a member of a local computer genealogy society, but motherhood and the expense of driving that far caught up with me, and I dropped out.  But in the last few months, one kid got a job and the other graduated college and got a job, and so now I am at home with one pretty self sufficient teenager and a guinea pig and decided it was time I did some stuff for me.

So I decided about a month ago to join the DAR.  I went online and found my ancestor had already been accepted and so I began the process. First things, first, I sent an email and got in contact with a local DAR chapter.  Then I needed to get some proof for my grandfather and great grandfather’s deaths.  Sent a form and $7 to the TN Department of Vital Statistics and waited about two weeks. Got my form and checks back.  My great grandfather’s death certificate is over 50 years old, so it is no longer held a the Department of Vital Statistics. So I sent a form and $10 to the State Archives. Not sure why the exact same document would be three dollars more once it is housed at the State Archives, but there in is how governments work.

Called the Department of Vital Statistices because they’d also sent back the form for my grandfather and my check and sent  a form wanting $15 to “verify the cause of death.”  I don’t need the cause of death for the DAR, and I was there when he died. I know the cause of death.  Just don’t have a copy of his death certificate.  When I called them, she replied, “It needs to state it is for the DAR”.  Um DUH lady, it plainly states on the line that says, “REASON” DAR APPLICATION.  So I write DAR APPLICATION in huge letters on the top of the form, and mail it back to them. Why does it take $8 extra to verify the cause of death when it’s plainly written on the death certificate they can send me for $7? ANYONE?

So now I am waiting for the documents to come and started last night marking the documents that I have to get ready to meet with my Regent.  Only have to prove generations 1-4. The rest have been proven and accepted by the DAR.  Had I known it was this easy, I’d joined 20 years ago.

Once I realized how easy it was, I started through my list of ancestors. So far 21 of my ancestors have already been proven as DAR patriots. Three had notes that service would need to be proven.  The rest I could join on by simply paying my check for the application fee. Once these four lines are proven, linking to the other 20 men is a piece of cake. 

So this just lends me to what I have always said. I am an American.  My family was here living on American soil and ready to fight for her freedom in 1775.  At least 21 branches of them. :)

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Keziah Gambill Brown Pedigree

 Pedigree  -  Chart# 1











Chart of Keziah “Kezzie” Gambill (7650)




























4. Bradley Gambill (7632)







b. c 1751



























d. bt 1806-1807







at Rutherford County, TN



2. John Gambill (7634)







b. c 1771














marr 1 NOV 1798







at Davidson County, TN






d. bt 1843-1843







at Rutherford County, TN







5. Susanna (–?–) (7633)







b. b 1765














d. 1825







at Rutherford County, TN




1. Keziah “Kezzie” Gambill (7650)







b. 12 MAR 1806





at Rutherford County, TN







m-w. 12 OCT 1824






at Rutherford County, TN








d. 21 NOV 1874




24. John Kimbrough (13271)



at Rutherford County, TN







sp. Wiley S. Brown (7652)


12. Thomas Kimbrough (7700)





b. 15 FEB 1808


b. 1690 , d. 1777



at Rutherford County, TN



25. Elizabeth Bradley (13275)




d. 15 JAN 1904






at Davidson County, TN









6. William Kimbrough (7699)







b. b 1750







13. Eleanor Graves (7701)






marr 1770

b. , d.











d. 1816






at Rutherford County, TN






3. Sarah Kimbro (7648)




28. Thomas Gooch (7694)



b. bt 1770-1780




b. , d.





14. William Gooch (7695)




d. b APR 1834



b. 1738 , d. 1802











7. Elizabeth Gooch (7698)






b. b 1765















d. 1826







15. Keziah Ann Hart (7696)
















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In the DUH department….

A few weeks ago I was having real problems with my neck. It would get so stiff and sore that I’d have trouble doing anything and long term computer use was near impossible. So being one that doesn’t like to take lots of pain medications, I decided to search online for an alternative treatment.  I began to read lots of good things about arthritis and flax seed.  I started eating 1 tablespoon of ground flax in the morning in a container of applesauce and another at night and found immediate results for my neck pain.  I also noticed my skin felt incredibly soft and began reading other wonderful things about flax.

About that time I got a terrible case of bronchitis and I was pretty sick with it for about three weeks.  Finally, I thought I was on the mend.  About this time, I became bored with the applesauce, and decided to see other ways to get down the flax. I read online that you could mix it with yogurt. Not being a huge yogurt eater, I decided to buy several containers (ten) and try my flax in it. Having read about chia seeds, I bought some of those to try as well.

Suddenly I began having terrible, painful stomach issues.  I figured after being sick, my body just wasn’t adjusting to the high fiber in the flax seed, so I decreased the amount I was taking in half.  Still about an hour after I would eat the yogurt and flax seed or chia seed mixture, I would have terrible pains in my stomach.  Everything I ate seemed to make me sick.  My stomach would bloat so bad I would literally grow 3 pants sizes in about an hour. Not the effect one is going for when one is trying to look better.   But I’d read all these good things about flax and chia and when I skipped a day, my neck pain would return. So I persevered on. Yes, I am hard headed like that. Plus I’d read that as your intestines get cleaner, sometimes pain from fiber can occur. Everything I read assured me that this was a passing thing. No pun intended.

Last night, I decided to try my yogurt and flax seed right before bed. About two hours later, I was crying in pain.  Thought I was going to have to go to the emergency room, because the pain was so bad.  I am lying there, trying not to keep Hubby up, trying to relax and suddenly it hits me.


When I was three, my doctor took me off all dairy, because I was milk anemic. I always thought it was a term my mother made up, but nope, it’s a real illness in children who get anemic because diary foods allow blood to leak out of their intestines.  I had two great uncles who died as infants from similar problems.  I do not drink any milk. I can use a little to cook with like to make mashed potatoes, and I can eat a small amount of cheese with no problems, but I do not eat ice cream or drink milk at all. Two of my children are also lactose intolerant.   Last time I had an ice cream cone after dinner,  I was deathly sick all night.  But it never dawned on me that yogurt could do the same thing.  Until I found myself googling Yogurt and Lactose Intolerance last night at midnight.

Seems that yes, some people with lactose intolerance can eat cultured yogurt.  The key word there being cultured.  The yogurt brand I bought didn’t have that yogurty taste. It was sweet and creamy and had 12 grams of carbohydrates in it!  One less gram than 8 oz of whole milk!  No wonder I have been praying for a quick death the last few weeks.

So this morning, I decided to experiment.  I ate first so there would be something in my stomach.  Then I measured out 1/2 tbspoon of flax seeds. I ground those and then mixed them with a container of applesauce.  I ate as much applesauce as it took to eat the flax seeds.  And I began the wait. 

Thirty minutes passed.  Stomach feels normal, can lay flat on my tummy.

One hour passed.  Still nothing.

Ninety minutes passed. Still feel fine. Getting ready for lunch with a friend.

So yeah, do I ever feel stupid. Turns out it wasn’t the high fiber in the flax seed that was giving me problems. It was the high lactose in the yogurt.  Tomorrow I am going to try the chia and applesauce and see what happens then.  No more dairy or eggs for this girl.  Will have to get my protein elsewhere….

So it seems that my aversion to dairy is hereditary.  My great grandmother was allergic to eggs, and I am as well. I look just like her so it’s no surprise I’d have her allergy issues.  I know she was allergic to eggs because once one of my little cousins would be sick every time he was fed eggs. My grand father insisted he was allergic to eggs.  My grandmother, mother and aunts would make fun of him, saying “no one is allergic to eggs”.  One day he’d had enough and said, “Momma is allergic to eggs and so is that kid.”  The next weekend we went to see my great grandmother and she confirmed she was allergic to eggs. And so am I.  Who ever thought there was a gene for that.

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Cousin Drama….

There is nothing like a public forum, like say, Facebook, to bring out the best  worse in people.  And from time to time someone will post something vague on the public forum like “if you do that again, you’ll wish you were dead.”  Someone else will post “what’s up boo?”  Which apparently is permission to open up a can of personal family problems in a public forum.  Saw that happen today and since I am very passive aggressive and don’t really want to join the scuffle, I thought I’d share the following advice with those of you who aren’t as passive aggressive or who like me, don’t participate, but have enjoyed watching a few encounters like this over the years.  Enjoy.

So if you are inclined to participate in such cat fights, let me give you some friendly advice from the truly sane among us:

1)  If you are going to call your arch rival “stupid”, then please, by all means be sure you understand the difference between “your’ and “you’re”; “their”, “they’re” and “there” and finally “loose” and “lose”. examples:  You’re going to die. Your husband is a jerk.  Their children are neglected, they’re going to be sorry and we were just over there.  Finally, she is going to lose custody…. (You’ve all got a few screws loose.)

2)  If you are going to throw out derogatory accusations about your opponent, by all means, please be sure you understand the definitions of said words, so we don’t have to read how you are more of an “derogatory accusation” than your opponent is.  There are lots of places online to find these definitions, though you may need to be able to spell them.

3) If you are going to post your dirty laundry in a public forum, please by all means, don’t be surprised when family members of your arch enemy pile on.  The gene pool isn’t that varied.  Isn’t that your point?

4) If you are going to post your dirty laundry in a public forum, please do not delete posts before those of us who have day jobs get home. Otherwise, it just looks like you are arguing with yourself.  Plus, we want to be able to follow the entire thread and missing posts just makes that impossible. We realize you are home all day because you don’t have a job. But at least have pity on those of us who do work.

5) Finally, if you are going to post your dirty laundry in a public forum, please understand that I intend to pop popcorn and watch.  All the way from the first accusation till the point where you feel guilty and have your melt down.  Thanks for the entertainment.

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She Could Have Let Me Go Barefoot….

Bought a new pair of shoes today and that got me to thinking about the year my grandmothers died. I’d turned twelve that year and as my sister-in-law says, over night I’d become all arms and legs.  My poor mom was overwhelmed with caring for my brother, she’d lost a mother in law a few months earlier, now having lost her mother, and running the family business, so she decided that she’d let my aunt, her younger sister, take me shoe shopping.  Mom’s request was simple:  Buy a pair of shoes that a twelve year old girl could wear to a funeral.  No tennis shoes.

She gave my aunt her check book, me, and an unlimited amount of money, if she’d just fulfill this one request.  For my aunt, it seemed simple. She’d had boys, but she loved dressing me up.  I was her personal Barbie doll and now she had access to unlimited funds to purchase one item.  A pair of shoes.

Mom went to the funeral home to make final arrangements and sent me and my aunt shopping.  We went to every store in town. I tried on hundreds of pairs of shoes.  You see, Mom understood something about my foot my aunt didn’t.  While it had grown longer in my twelfth year, it had not grown wider.  Tennis shoes are fine for narrow fitting feet. They hug the foot and you can just tie the shoe strings tighter to make the shoe stay on. Dress shoes don’t have that sort of give.  We tried on cheap shoes at Kmart. Nope, as soon as I took a step, I would step completely out of the shoe.  We tried sandals, but for the life of me, I would step right out of those strapless beauties. We tried expensive shoe at a company that made money promising kids they could get a free prize from a golden egg.  We left with no shoes, and no golden egg. Apparently those only come with purchase.

Mom got done at the funeral home and went home to rest. It had been hours since she’d sent us out and now she began to worry. Her sister wasn’t exactly the one you gave carte blanch to your checking account. Finally right before dinner, we arrived home. My aunt was tired, haggled, in no mood for discussion.  I was as pleased as punch with my new shoes.

And that’s how I came to wear a new pair of tennis shoes to my grandmother’s funeral. 

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When You’ve Got It All Wrong….


It’s pretty much a given that Moza Hurt had a daughter named Patience.  He mentions her and her twin sister in his will dated 15 Dec 1791:

I Moza Hurt of Halifax County being in perfect health both of body mind, sence and memory thanks be to God for the same.  Yet calling to mind the uncertain state of this transitory life and that it is appointed for all flesh once to die, do order constitute and ordain this my last will and testament.  It is my will and desire that all my just debts be honestly paid by my executors hereafter named and as touching such worldly goods wherewith it hath be pleased God to bless me I do order give and dispose of in manner and form following:

Item: I give and bequeath to my son Philemon Hurt the land whereon he now lives containing two hundred and five acres to him and his heirs forever.

Item:  I give and bequeath to my son, James Hurt, the land whereon he now lives in Campbell County containing by several surveys about 617 acres be the same more or less, to him and his heirs forever. And whereas each and every daughter heretofore married has had a horse bridle and saddle or something  except my daughter Patience who is yet lacking a feather bed and furniture a cow and calf, it is my will and desire that she and also my daughter Prudence my Daughters have equal donations as near as possible and farther should it  wit, Patience and Prudence Hurt, then and in that case my executor is hereby discharged from that duty.

Item:  I give and bequeath to my daughter Sara Prewitt two Negroes to wit Job a Negro boy and Amy a negro girl to her and her heirs forever and further it is my will that she have no more of my estate in no pretence whatsoever but should Byrd Prewitt, husband of my daughter  Sarah or any of his heirs forever to claim on more of my estate than the said Job and Amy or any  dissolve with the ? of my estate to be divided as hereafter mentioned and that he she or they so claiming have one shilling sterling paid to them out of my estate by executors and no more.

All the rest and residue of my estate whether real or personal it is my will and desire should be equally divided amongst all my children without exception except my daughter Sarah already excepted and whereas my poor daughter Jane is already departed this life it is my will that the  part of my estate falling to her proportion be equally divided amongst her then  other of my children having issue should die before the division of my estate, and should any my children die in their non age or without issue lawfully begotten then it is my will that their part of my estate shall desolve to the them and to them and their heirs forever. But whereas by the tender indulgence and earnest importunity of my wife in the year 1763 I believe I made a Deed of Life of sundry of my Negroes to my then four children Jane, Betty,Philemon and Sarah Hurt, now should each or any of my said children presume to claim by virtue of deed as they have given from under their hands and seals to the contrary  the same being recorded in Campbell County Court and whereas farther some years low and also to Michael Prewitt, Jr. and Betty his wife a Negro girl named Phillis, now should any my children aforesaid or their heirs claim by virtue said deed :or by virtue said loans they having had peaceable provision then and in either lease it is my will that he she or they so claiming shall be paid one shilling sterling out of my estate by my executors and no more; whether they might receive by law or not.  ? it is my will and desire at my decease that my negroes are not only bought together for and appraisement but also for a division it is my will also that those who has had the greatest trouble in raising Negro children should have the preference on their choice.

I do appoint my son Philemon and my son James Hurt my whole and soul executors of this my last will and testament hereby resolving and disannulling all other will or wills heretofore by  whereof I have hereunto set my hand I afforded my seal this 15th day of December annodom One thousand seven hundred and ninety-one.

Signed Sealed and Acknowledged in presence of us: William Mann, Stith Harrison, Robert Mann, Polly Mann

He calls her Patience Hurt.  It is also well known that A Patience Hurt married Samuel Hubbard in Halifax County, on 31 Oct 1791.  Many Hurt researchers claim that this Patience Hurt was the daughter of Moza.


I believe they are wrong:  Here’s why:

First off, there is this record at Ancestry.com

Patience Hurt


Marriage Date:
31 Oct 1791

Marriage Place:
Halifax, Virginia

Wm. Hurt

Samuel Hubbard

FHL Film Number:

Reference ID:

Notice that this Patience’s father is listed as William Hurt, not Moza?  Secondly, If Samuel and Patience were wed in October, then why does her father’s will dated December still have her as Patience Hurt and not Patience Hubbard?
This is important to me, because I am a descendant of Moza Hurt.  And I am trying to prove decendancy to Samuel and Patience Hubbard.  If it turns out that I am descended from Samuel Hubbard, it will be important to me who Patience’s real father was.  I believe it was William Hurt, not Moza.

This is just one of those times where analyzing all the records and not just looking at indexes would have proven the line differently.  I found a printed volume from 1935 stating Patience Hurt Hubbard was the daughter of Moza Hurt, so this mistake has been around for a very long time. Hopefully in the future others will look at the marriage and question this family line, just like I did.

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Now That’s a Best Friend!….

This is my week 6 post 52 Ancestors

In my effort to find the father of Green Hubbard, I have been researching Hubbard’s from Wilkes County, NC. Green married Susannah Parkes there in 1826.  I had already ruled out Benjamin Hubbard, but I was very interested in Samuel Hubbard.  Samuel apparently died intestate, because I found a settlement by Ambrose Parkes where he had sold some property for Samuel valued at $27.00.  Of course, I automatically became interested in Ambrose as well, since Green’s wife was a Parkes.

In 1800, Ambrose Parks is made Executor and heir of the estate of John Stone.  In return for Stone’s entire estate, Parkes is to care for Stone’s wife until she died.  The following is a transcription of that will:

In the name of God, Amen. I John Stone of Wilkes County and State of North Carolina being sick and weak in body but of perfect mind and memory and calling to mind that it is appointed for all men once to die do make and ordain this my last will and testament. Viz. I recommend my soul to God that gave it and my body to the earth to be ______ buried at the discretion of my Executor and as to what worldly goods that it pleased God to endow me with I hereby dispose of that in the following manner to wit.
First I desire that all my just debts and funeral expenses may be paid out of my estate. Item I give and bequeath to my trusty friend Ambrose Parkes Esq. all my lands containing 4069 acres and all my stock of horses, cattle and hogs all my household furniture and tools and all the residue and remainder of my property both real and personal and of every kind whatever for the purpose of maintaining my loving with Jane Stone during her natural life which he hath promised to do and desires of the above mentioned Jane Stone the remainder of my estate to be entirely the property of mine Executors. Lastly, I appoint my friend Ambrose Parkes aforesaid my sole executors hereby revoking all former wills. In testimony whereof I John Stone do hereby sign seal Publickly declare this and none other to be my last will and testament done in present of this 28th of September 1800
John His mark Stone.

Yup, you did read that correctly!  Four thousand, sixty nine acres of land and all his animals and property in Wilkes County, NC.  That’s what I call a BFF!

Ambrose and his wife Frances would have a daughter named Susannah in 1807.  She married Green Hubbard and had one son, Joseph.  His story is here: Grand Theft Equine

I still don’t know if Samuel Hubbard is Green’s father. That will have to wait for another day.  Ambrose apparently followed a son on to Missouri later in life and he and his wife are believed to be buried there.  Somewhere I am sure his son, if he had had a blog in 1838 would have wrote:  Stuck in the middle with you  I am part of the sandwich generation.  Just call me the peanut butter and jelly. 

Meanwhile, a very happy birthday to a very special lady tomorrow!  Glad my sandwich is still doing very well and we haven’t had to deal with the heart ache of losing one of the pieces yet.

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