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

Name:
Patience Hurt

Gender:
Female

Marriage Date:
31 Oct 1791

Marriage Place:
Halifax, Virginia

Father:
Wm. Hurt

Spouse:
Samuel Hubbard

FHL Film Number:
31918

Reference ID:
P23

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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Oh, the Candy Man Can….

My grandfather was by far my favorite ancestor.  Born in 1905, my grandfather was the oldest of his siblings.  He met my grandmother when he went to her house to pick her sister up for a date.  Granny opened the door and my grandfather fell in love with her.  He took the sister on a date, but it was Granny that he took home to meet his mother.  They were married in 1926. 

My grandfather worked as a milk man and still had a route when my father was in high school. Dad told me he hated delivering milk as a teenage boy, because it just wasn’t cool.  However, being a delivery man was in my grandfather’s blood.  He had family who worked for the Se Ling Hosiery company.  In 1931, my grandfather had his first job as a delivery driver.  He began his route as a delivery driver for the Green Vale Milk Company sometime around 1941.  By the time I was born, he no longer worked as a milk man, since few people still have milk delivered to their homes. He had a candy route and a hosiery route.  He would deliver hose and candy to rural grocery stores all over Rutherford and Davidson County, Tennessee.  Since he was older, my mother and aunts often helped him with his routes and it wasn’t usual for my mother and grandmother to take 6-8 kids with them as we delivered candy to the stores in his 1960s VW Minibus.

If you were a child during the late 1960s and early 1970s in Davidson,  Bedford or Rutherford County, TN, and your parents bought you a store bought Easter basket, it was most likely made by my family. My grandfather was a delivery man for Curtis Candy Company and every Christmas as soon as dinner was over, we’d clean off my grandmother’s large dining table and we’d begin making Easter baskets. If you could walk, you had a job making the baskets. Mine was to separate the grass so that it would go further.  It came in a little ball on tangled plastic and you could stretch it out and make the little ball cover the bottom of several baskets.  The bottom of the basket was covered in a ball of newspaper, then on top of that went the Easter grass.  Then a toy, usually a paddle with a ball, and a bunny and then some Easter eggs and some gum.  Always penny gum.  My favorite.

My grandfather always gave us penny gum when we went anywhere with him. Always 5 pieces. To this day, I can’t chew any other kind of gum.  The smell of Double Bubble bubble gum will make my mouth water. I prefer gum over chocolate.  Yes, ladies I just said that.  Penny gum over chocolate.  In the 80s when gum became designer, I couldn’t change to Hubba Bubba, I stayed with the penny Double Bubble of my child hood.  Now you may be like my mom, why 5 pieces?  Well, Pa explained it like this. One piece, and a child can still talk. Two pieces, and he may not be able to talk, but he can blow bubbles, which my grandfather hated more than talking. Three pieces, and the kid can still blow bubbles, but he can’t control the gum, so he gets in on his face and hands.  Four pieces and the kid can still smack the gum.  But with five pieces, the kids mouth is so full, he can’t talk, he can’t blow bubbles, he can’t get it on his face, and his jaw gets sore and he doesn’t smack the gum when he chews.  Five was the perfect number.  These days I can’t chew 5 pieces at once, but I can still blow a bubble with three and I still get it on my face. :)

My favorite thing to do was to go on the route with Pa.  It was long known in the family that if you went on the route with Pa, you made sure you got out of the van with him, and you got back in the van before him.  Otherwise, he’d forget he had you and you’d be left there until he ran the whole route and got back home.  At home, your mom would make him retrace his steps until he found where he left you.  Once when I was about six, Pa and I had gone out on the route. I was following him step for step all day, but we got to this one old country store out in the boonies of rural Tennessee and in the back room were two men playing checkers on a overturned pickle barrel.  My dad was a champion checker player. My whole life I was never able to beat him at checkers. But at eight, I still believed someday I would get good enough to learn how, so I began to watch these two old men, fascinated by their tobacco chewing and the concentration they put into a simple game of checkers.  I must have watched them for about 20 minutes when I realized Pa was gone.

And I began to scream!  The old man who owned the store, and the two checker players had no idea what to do with this small, female, siren, who could not be appeased by anything or anyone but her Pa.  And they knew my grandpa well enough to know he wasn’t coming back for many hours.  Finally the storekeeper bribed me with a peanut butter sandwich and a hot Double Cola and turned me a pickle barrel up where I could eat my lunch and watch the game.  Night time fell and I was beginning to think I was never going home again, when my grandfather came back to the store.  He simply said, “I think I left something here this morning.” 

But it didn’t stop me from going places with Pa. Probably because at home my grandmother, mother and aunts were constantly fussing at one kid or another, and with Pa, he just let you be.  And he let me do all sorts of things my mother would have never let me do.  One of my grandfather’s favorite things to do was go to auctions. I realize now that most of the homes we went to were probably distant relatives of my grandfathers and that is why he wanted to go to the estate sales.  But at the time, I just thought it was cool that everyone in the world know my Pa, “the candy man” and no matter where he and I went, he was treated with respect.  Once when I was about twelve, he told me I could have some money and I could bid on anything I wanted that day.  So at the auction, I set my sights on this old milk carton with a chicken nest on top. In the nest were three eggs.  I decided I wanted that nest with a passion like I have never wanted anything since.  When the carton came up for bid, I bid $10 on it. Now we have to remember this is the mid 1970s.  Inflation is at 28%.  Ten dollars would fill up a car and  you’d get change.  Mom could feed us for several days on $10 and I’d just bought a chicken nest and three rotted eggs.  My grandfather took my purchase and put it in the van and took me home, proud as punch that I’d made my first purchase at an auction.  My mother was not as impressed. She berated him for letting me waste $10 on a chicken nest and three rotted eggs.  She was a woman dealing with a twelve year old who was already mentally redecorating her room to fit the new purchase.   He was a grandfather that had had the most awesome day with his grand child.  I got to keep the nest.  In my tree house.

My grandfather wasn’t a political man, but he loved politics.  Every election, I’d have to pick who I was going to vote for, even though I wasn’t old enough to vote until years after he died.  On election night, he and I would watch the election returns together.  He would never tell me who he voted for, because he didn’t want to influence my opinions.  Once when I was 6, Beverly Briley was running for reelection for Mayor of Nashville.  He had a campaign truck that came to our small hometown and over loud speakers played his team song:

There’s a lot of politicking in this town….

There’s not a better man around more dedicated to this town

so vote for Briley when you pull the lever down.

Mayor Briley, Briley is the man,

He’s a good man, so let’s keep the man we’ve got

My grandfather let me get one of the records the campaign people were passing out.  I am not sure what my mother’s opinion of Briley was while he was in office, but I know after three weeks of me singing that song non-stop, she hated him. He was reelected in 1971.  In 1975, when Richard Fulton became Mayor, mom was his biggest supporter.

My grandmother died when I was twelve and Pa forever changed. I just don’t think he ever recovered. He married his sister-in-law and divorced her. He remarried.  He did lots of things that drove my dad and his siblings crazy. But he was still my Pa and I still adored him. 

He became sick when I was 15.  He’d been in the hospital and the doctors had let my parents know they didn’t think he would live through the Christmas holidays.  We celebrated Christmas early that year, because Mom and Dad knew Pa was so close to dying.  He died on December 23.  I felt like I had lost my best friend.  To this day, when I eat a Baby Ruth candy bar, I can’t help but think about my Pa “the candy man”.  His favorite candy….

 

#52Ancestors, part 5

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Me, FamilySearch, TMG, and Evernote

This is part four in 52Ancestors.  Sometimes we just have to do research. It’s been a big week at our house. #2 is moving into a new place.  She came home to get her stuff and brought the lease for Dad to look over.  I’ve been preparing for our Youth’s Valentine’s Banquet and have been nursing 200 roses until they go home tomorrow  night.  So after loading furniture, it’s finally time to rest and do a little genealogy, while Hubby watches the Olympics.

This week The Master Genealogist released version 9.0.  It has some cool new features.  Be sure and check out the free trial if  you are looking for a good piece of software.  Wasn’t expecting an upgrade, but was pleasantly surprised to see it. 

For me it’s genealogy as usual.  I love TMG, but I’ve never had much luck with it’s research log. I think I am just too much of a perfectionist. :)  It works great, but just not the way I work. You know how it is.  So about 6 months ago I decided to use Evernote and keep my research log in it.  I decided I’d only create research tasks for my direct line and Hubby’s direct line.  We are both from Middle Tennessee, and it’s not unusual to see his ancestors selling land to mine. Go ahead and make your “marrying your cousin” jokes. Yes, we are sixth cousins and proud of it. But since our lines are so intertwined, it’s easy to spend a lot of time on people who are related but very distantly and ignore my own ancestors.  So the biggest benefit I wanted to get out of Evernote was to organize research, stay on task, and only concentrate on our direct ancestors. Mainly mine. :)

A few years back Family Search began putting Tennessee Probate records online. Hopefully they will continue and add deed books as well.  The Tennessee State Library and Archives has an inventory of their microfilm done for every county in the state and the roll numbers  are on the microfilmed copies held by the Family History Library. In TMG, I use these rolls as my repositories.  In Evernote, the roll number is the first thing in the Note name, so the notes sort in order. I prefix each roll with a letter(s) for each county. My main research is Rutherford County, TN, so the notes for it all start with an R. 

In Evernote, I have one Notebook for each county. I also have Notebooks for each census year, Civil War research and generic surname research notes.   Under each county Notebook, I am slowly but surely creating one Note for each roll of microfilm.   Then using TMG, I search for all my ancestors that were alive during that film’s time period and I create a task list for those ancestors.  As I search the roll of film, I make notes about those ancestors.  As I find the will, deed, census record, I copy it to Evernote, make a source citation in TMG and copy that to Evernote, as well.  That way the document and the source citation are all in one place. 

Evernote allows tags. I created one tag for each ancestor. As I find an ancestor on a document, I tag that note with that ancestor’s name. This allows me to click on the tag for the ancestor and see all the notes  I have for that ancestor. This way I can see a list of tasks for a certain roll of microfilm (Note), a person (tag), or a county (notebook). 

I can work on a roll of microfilm for several hours and leave and come back a few weeks later and pick up where I left off.  If I need to see a list of things I have completed for an ancestor, I just click on their tag. 

So tonight, there is no ancestor story. Just spending this cold Saturday night doing a little research and document organization.  And trying in 2014 to be more organized with that research, so that I don’t redo the same research over and over again. I want to make sure I have thoroughly done all I can online for free, before I pay for  a trip to TN to research at the state archives. And hopefully the next time I go, I will be organized enough to not waste any time whatsoever.  If only I’d done this 25 years ago. :(

 

EXAMPLE OF A NOTE: 

R204 County Court Clerk, Settlement Books 1-2 (1883-1892)

Indexed on Roll 203

entodo_unchecked[18]Carlton, Haynes, Louisa Adeline         1839 1887

entodo_checked[12]Beasley, Jackson, Sarah "Sally"         1784 1886 (not found)

entodo_checked[13]Markham, Susan                 1848 1900 (see Mankin)

entodo_checked[14]McAlpine, John W.              1814 – (He lived in Davidson County, TN)

entodo_unchecked[19]Victory, Burnett               1835 1891

entodo_checked[15]Williams, Nancy                1814 1887 (She lived in Davidson County, TN)

entodo_unchecked[20]Mankin, James

Book 1, 156, 229, 417, 541,

Book 2, 34

entodo_unchecked[21]Mankin, Mrs. Alice

Book 1, 417

entodo_unchecked[22]Mankin, Susan C.

Book 1, 615, 650

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Grand Theft Equine….

Week three of blogging about our #52 Ancestors prompt for  No Story Too Small.

It’s funny how a story grows and takes on a life of its’ own. How a common criminal becomes a Prisoner of War. Instead of serving time for his crime, he becomes a hero to his children and grandchildren. Many of the stories of the Civil War were embellished and added to and took on their own lives. Recently I read a story of the last Union and Confederate soldiers to die. Both had told their war stories over and over. Both had been honored in parades and write ups in the paper. Only one had served. These young men went off to fight a war for various reasons. They believed in the cause. They needed the money. They wanted to prove their bravery. Perhaps they’d heard of free land for earlier wartime service and went off hoping to earn their own. Whatever their reasons, they came home very different people. War changes people. Here’s just one story of a young man who told his family stories of being held prisoner in a Civil War prison. Of having surgery in that prison. Of being held for two years after the war. The truth is, he was in prison. But not for the noble cause he gave his family:

Joseph Houston Hubbard, son of Green Hubbard and Susannah Parks was born between 12 May 1841 and 1843 in TN.[1][2][3][4] His daughter states he was born in Carroll County, Tennessee. He was most likely born in Washington County, Tennessee, because his father is enumerated there in 1840. The father paid taxes in Lincoln County, Tennessee in 1848, and we can only assume the family moved there some time during that year.

Joe had a relatively uneventful life growing up in Lincoln County, TN and sometime after the 1850 census was taken his mother passed away, leaving Joseph living with his father Green. Green Hubbard was a pump borer by trade. We assume that young Joseph, who was age 7 in 1850, was their only child.

Joseph Houston "Joe" Hubbard enlisted with the 1st Tennessee Infantry on 27 APR 1861. He served under Captain Ezekial Y. Salmon. According to Joseph’s granddaughter, Mrs. Mary Morgan Hickerson, Joseph was “taken prisoner of war and was held captive for two years after the war in a prison, possibly in North Carolina.” * While we will see it is true, Joseph did spend time in prison, he was not in North Carolina, nor was he a prisoner of war. None of his compiled service records mention him being imprisoned. He did serve with the 1st Tennessee at places like Harper’s Ferry in May 1861.

Joseph was mustered-in in Lynchburg, Virginia. They were issued smooth-bore muskets instead of rifles, but after an eloquent speech by Jefferson Davis, they agreed to use the muskets.

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Smooth bore rifle like the one Joseph was issued. http://www.relicman.com/weapons/zArchiveWeaponMusketModel1842HarpersFerry.htm

Sometime around September or October of 1861, Joseph fell ill. We do not know what he was sick with, but his service records state that he was absent and sick.

In September, the regiment, still in the II Corps, took part in the Maryland Campaign, fighting at Harper’s Ferry, Sharpsburg, and Shepherdstown. Returning to Virginia, it was part of the II Corps at the Battle of Fredericksburg. Here Colonel Turney sustained the wound which removed him from active command; a year later he was to take over a semi-administrative command in Florida. It was here, in Fredericksburg,  that Joseph claims he was injured.  It’s possible that he was injured and that is why he was listed as sick in September and October of 1861.  And he may very well have had surgery during that time.

He apparently reenlisted in March of 1862 with his same unit.

His service records state that he was paid on August 31, 1862, and that he was present in September and October of that year, but apparently he’d also been arrested for desertion. In November and December of 1862, Joseph was listed as absent without leave. Whether this is when he was imprisoned or not is not known, but it is clear his commanding officer did not know of his imprisonment. By February 1863, Joseph is back with his unit and has been paid. The last record his unit has of Joseph Hubbard is in June 1863. He is listed as “Deserted about 17 June, 1863.[4]

It’s not clear what happened to Joseph at that point, but we find he paid taxes in Lincoln County, TN in 1865. So he must have been living back at home during that year. Where he was from June 1863 and when he paid taxes in Lincoln County, TN are unclear.  This is the time period he claims he was in a Federal Prison at Camp Chase.

In February 1866, John Dance accuses Joseph of stealing a horse from him. Joseph is arrested and held in the Lincoln County jail. Payments to the jailer indicate that Joseph was in jail during February 1866, but apparently only for about two weeks when he broke out of jail and ran away. In July 1866, Joseph Hubbard married Martha McAlpine in Davidson County, TN. [5] Soon after their marriage, an alias copias was issued for Joseph in Lincoln County, Tennessee.[6] An alias capias was the writ or process commanding the officer to arrest the person named. It seemed law enforcement in Lincoln County, Tennessee could not find young Joseph to bring him to trial.  We call them arrest warrants today.  In December 1866, they issued an alias copias for Joseph in Davidson County, Tennessee, so they must have known that he had moved there.   It’s about a 30 minute drive from Fayetteville in Lincoln County to Antioch in Davidson County, where Joseph was now living. In 1860, the two counties were worlds apart.

He had his first daughter with Martha in Davidson County in 1870 and 7 more children would follow between then and 1884. Six of their children would live to adulthood. Joseph and Martha lived their lives out in Davidson County, Tennessee. While I haven’t been able to find them in 1910, we know that Martha McAlpine Hubbard died of TB and that Joseph remarried in 1912 to Mary Hobbs in Rutherford County, Tennessee. [7]

Joseph filed for a Pension on 23 Jun 1900. He claims to have had seven bones removed from his arm. He says that he was captured at Camp Chase, Ohio. He was operated on while in prison. He was in prison for 12 months. Joe’s application was denied. According to his application he took the oath of allegiance 4 years later when he wanted to vote. According to his attending physician, he was shot through the right arm and lung. He has a cough that can be attributed to the wound on his lung.  I do not doubt that Joseph sustained these injuries, or that he had surgery on them. However, his Compiled Service Records do not mention him being held at Camp Chase.

On his pension application, the doctor states that Joseph had part of his arm missing and we cannot discount the fact that this very well could have been an injury he sustained during his Civil War service and the reason he was sick during September and October 1861.  Whether he was injured or not, he did fight on some pretty serious Civil War battlefields. Nearly 18,000 men were killed at Fredericksburg alone during December 11-15, 1862.  It is possible that Joseph was taken a POW at Fredericksburg and taken to Camp Chase and that was why he was AWOL.  Someday I hope the records of Camp Chase will be more easily accessible and searchable, so that I can actually see if Joseph was one of the many men held there.

Joseph had to have members of his unit testify to his Civil War service and imprisonment for his pension application. One of those men was William P. Tolley. Tolley wrote:

Col, My recollection is that Hubbard was a good soldier, but cannot recall that he was wounded. There are those who know definately  [sic]whose names and addresses I list below: Felix Motlow, B. H. Berry, and Claiborne Felps all of Lynchburg, TN. Yours is the first information I have had of Hubbard since soon after the war when he left about Lynchburg suddenly and under a cloud (illegible) he has performed and is entitled to a pension.

Respectively, Wm. P. Tolley

Another was Felix Motlow. Motlow wrote:

Lynchburg, Moore Co., TN

Capt. Jno T. Hickman

(Secretary of T. B. T. Ex)

My dear comrade-

Yours of 6 mth did not reach me till a few days ago. In reply I will honestly state that J. N. Hubbard was a brave soldier (a lad, though illiterate) as any Tennessean that ever marched under Joe Johnston, Stonewall Jackson, or Gen R. E. Lee’s banner. He happened to be in the rear rank and your humble servant in the front rank during the battle of Seven Pines in VA ( when Johnston was wounded and carried off the field, just before Gen. R. E. Lee took command)

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(Written upside down was) Robt. Hatton, then or Brig. Gen made a short talk to his three Tenn Regt. Turney’s 1st, The 7th and 14th Co.

(Then the letter continues)

That was before our command captured more fine rifles from the enemy than we could use. During that "Seven Pines" fight our guns were simply the old smoothe (sic) bore musket-amunition (sic) "Buck and Ball"-(three Buckshot and musket ball) a very unreliable weapon "at long range"- but very effective at close quarters-.

But those old guns would kick harder than a "toe headed" mule. We fought after night, and Hubbard, being a little fellow, (I don’t suppose he was twenty years old) every time he fired his old musket

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(written upside down) Turney’s Regt. fired the last volley in that battle. Fair Oaks or Seven Pines

(and then the letter continues) it would kick him down and also envelop (sic) me in fire. I laughingly told him, after the battle, that I was more uneasy on account of his old musket in the rear, than the enemies’ fine rifles in the front. (but that was not his fault)

Our company left home about 100 men and boys. Our time had expired and we were conscripted for "three years or during the war." Consequently, the most of us who had come from the "Old Volunteer State" (before the state had left the union) were very much dissatisfied, in asmuch as the yankees were invading our Tenn. homes and we did not know what

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(written upside down) A negro woman, with a no. of children slept under mother’s bed with her children to protect them from the yankees. Great (rest illegible)

(and the letter continues) develment (sic) they might be guilty of or capable of doing to our "dear ones at home." Consequently on account of desertion home-sickness and c we carried only twenty five muskets in the Seven Pines battle. (The Yankees called it the battle of Fair Oaks, I believe) I hope you will excuse my voluminous letter; but my excuse is I think my comrade- Hubbard deserves a pension, and I would like for justice to be done "he did leave our county under a cloud You ask what was the cloud & I can not answer. …

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It was clear from Tolley and Motlow’s letters that they believed any man who had served against the Yankees deserved payment of a pension after the war and that they had remembered young Joseph. They both commented on the fact that  the young man had left Lincoln County “under a cloud”, but did not know the details.  Motlow’s  letter did continue past that point, but what it had to say did not impress the parole board. Joseph Hubbard’s pension application was denied.

Joseph Hubbard died on 15 August 1924 of bladder cancer. His will was written on 15 April 1924 and left everything to his daughter, Elsie.

I, J. H. Hubbard of Smyrna Rutherford County, Tennessee do make and publish this as my last will and testament hereby revoking any and all wills by me heretofore made. I direct that all my debts be paid by my executor as soon after my death as possible out of any moneys or personally that I may die possessed of.

I give to my daughter Elsie McDade the place on which I now live containing ten acres more or less. It being the same place which I purchased from James Manus which is located in the 3rd Dist of Rutherford County, Tenn. I appoint my daughter Elsie to settle my affairs without bond or legal qualification.

J. H. his mark Hubbard

The foregoing will was signed by the testator in our presence and we attested in his presence and at his request.

This April 15, 1924

R. L. Neal

Mattie Neal Witnesses

Joseph is buried in Mullins Cemetery in Smyrna, Tennessee in an unmarked grave. As far as I know, he never served time for stealing a horse. Over time, his short prison term became time in a POW prison. It is possible that he did serve time in Camp Chase, Ohio as well. The fact that his pension was denied and his compiled service records do not mention it, leave me to believe it was just one of those stories old men told of the Civil War to impress young men. By the mid 1980s, his granddaughter, Mary Hickerson made a tape reminiscing about her ancestors and Joseph’s one year turned into two years in a Prison of War camp. Camp Chase became somewhere in North Carolina.  No mention was made of Joseph stealing a horse or spending time in Jail in Lincoln County, Tennessee.  I am sure Mary and her siblings never heard that story. No matter what, Joseph’s Civil War record is impressive. His unit trained with cadets at the Virginia Military Institute.  He served under Stonewall Jackson at Harper’s Ferry.  They fought at the First Battle of Manassas, and the Battle of Fredericksburg.  Horse thief or not, no one can argue that Joseph Hubbard was not a brave man nor can they say he did not serve the Confederacy well.  He was only 20 years old when he enlisted.

*This is very different from the testimony given by Joseph in his pension application.

Copyright 2014 Teresa Elliott All rights reserved. No part of this article may be reproduced in any form without the express written consent of the author. 


[1] Green Hubbard household, Lincoln County, TN, Dwelling 890, page 96B. 1850 Federal Population Census, Lewis, Lincoln, & McMinn Counties, TN, (National Archives Microfilm M432, Roll No. 887), National Archives, Washington, D. C. Photocopy in possession of author. Estimated date(s) of birth: He is 7 years old. Hereinafter cited as 1850 Lincoln Co., TN-Green Hubbard: #1690.

[2] J. H. Hubbard household, Davidson County, TN, Supervisor’s District 6, Enumeration District 121, Sheet 8 A, [National Archives Microfilm T623, Roll Number 1565.]. 1900 Federal Population Census, Davidson County (part), TN, (National Archives Microfilm T623, Roll No. 1565), National Archives, Washington, D. C. Photocopy in possession of author. Hereinafter cited as 1900 Davidson Co., TN-J. H. Hubbard: #1674.

[3] J. H. Hubbard Pension File; Application Number 2846,; Case Files of Disapproved Pensions. Hereinafter cited as "J. H. Hubbard, Pension Application". HUBBARD (1)

[4] Joseph Hubbard, Compiled Service Records of Volunteer Confederate Soldiers who Served in the State of Tennessee (: Huntsville Public Library, Huntsville, Al. Photocopy in possession of author.). Hereinafter cited as Joseph Hubbard, Service Records: HUBBARD (1), Pvt, 1st Turney’s Infantry, Micropublication M268, Roll 108.

[5] Joseph H. Hubbard to Martha E. McAlpine, Marriage License, 29 Jul 1866, Book 5, Page 293. Original copy can be found in Davidson County, TN, Marriage Books 5-6 1864-1876, Roll 0471, Tennessee State Library and Archives, Nashville TN, Family History Library Film 200296. Photocopy in possession of author. Hereinafter cited as Marriage, Hubbard-McAlpine, #2162

[6] State of Tennessee vs. Joseph Hubbard, Lincoln County Circuit Court Min. Books: Page 130. Official copy held by Lincoln County, TN, Circuit Court Minute Books Civil and Criminal Jul 1859-Jul 1867, Roll 037, Tennessee State Library and Archives, Nashville TN. Photocopy in possession of author. Hereinafter cited as State of Tennesse vs Joseph Hubbard: HUBBARD (?), #2161.

[7] J. H. Hurberd to Mary Hobbs, Marriage Certificate Transcription, Reference Number p 150-519, Tennessee Marriages, 1796-1950, digital indexes, viewed online on 03 Mar 2011 at http://www.familysearch.org. Orignal copy can be found in Rutherford County, TN, Marriage Records 3-6 (4 and 5 missing) 1907-1920, Roll 245, Tennessee State Library and Archives, Nashville TN, Family History Library Film 379651. Herein cited as: Huberd-Hobbs, Marriage, #3291.

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