Magnificent Obsession

This Group is dedicated to preserving the Native American Indian heritage for all Tribes. Honor our Indigenous People.

Please contact Franklin “Frank”  Cornstalk (Pankie) for more information about the Group. Frank has worked very hard on this project and they’ll be more details added later. I just wanted to introduce those in the Family to Frank and his Group and he can supply the details.

Can we see that the great spirit calls us to action, on many fronts, this is only one of them proliferate love in your homes and let it be manifest outward in your Indian community, then others… Join us to reclaim our heritage in this country.

We need a healing in the community of the first nations, don’t dispel the idea that we have endured and we suffer from unresolved grief, put aside our prejudices and embrace the need to complete OUR circle, principles over personalities. Ho Miigwetch!

The Native American, refers to honesty n quiet wisdom. Moreover, the culture of the American Indian is highly representative of personal power n a union with nature n all her elements. In this noble figure we find the perfect transcendence of earth n spiritual worlds, traveled freely back n forth by one human being. He is one committed to personal dedication n in social situations are graced with sublime, inner peace n divine simplicity. Any image of a young warrior refers to personal stages of spiritual transcendence. Ho Miigwetch!! ~ Franklin “Frank” Cornstalk – neemewinanong


Tecumseh’s Speech, of August 11, 1810, To Governor William Harrison,_of_August_11,_1810,_To_Governer_William_Harrison

Please read, I’m not sure if I have permission to reprint it.


A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ. ~ John Steinbeck

  1. the crafts descendants
  2. metcalf family
  3. adkins melungeon family
  4. james fugate born 1630 in england
  5. william atkinson 1689-1784

I should do more work on my mom’s side; Craft and Fugate families. I just don’t as much as I once did because Frank Goode and his cousin (my distant cousin) have already done so much. I’m not sure what or who there is left to find. I’m sure there is still a few people that have fallen though the cracks, so I will spend a few hours this week going over my notes to see if I have missed anyone. It happens.

The Melungeon website links on in the right column MHA.

I’m also looking into the Blackfoot Indian history/heritage. My Great-Grandmother Mary Emmaline Nickel was a Blackfoot Indian. I’ve studied the Cherokee, Chickasaw, Powhatan and Shawnee, among other but now need to study up on the Blackfoot.

William Atkinson is the son of William Adkins the son was used back then as part of Surname to show who a man was the son of.  William Atkinson will always be refused to on this blog as “ADKINS.”

The Metcalf family isn’t represented here as much as when I first started my research and I do apologize to the entire Metcalf families for not adding more and continuing my research. Bob Metcalf had done such a good job on tracking them, I have almost stopped. I’ll try to get more on this month. Your help is always need. So please feel free to add whatever you feel is relevant and/or reliant.

Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought; our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks. ~ Samuel Johnson

You don’t have to understand how RSS feeds work to reap their benefits. However, if you want to know, here are articles from Wikipedia and What is RSS? Basically, without utilizing RSS feeds, you would need to visit web sites and blogs individually to see if they have been updated. If you subscribe to RSS feeds using a feed reader, the latest updates come to you. Two of the bigger names in feed readers are Bloglines and Google Reader. You do not have to sign up for either of these, the task is just to read about them and know they exist. If you are familiar with RSS feeds, then this is an easy challenge. Genealogy bloggers are encouraged to share their experiences. If you use a particular feed reader, discuss it and you organize your feeds.

It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity. ~ Albert Einstein

author of “Adkins Land of York to Beech Fork,” Ronnie Adkins (334) 543-4095.  Please contact him with any questions you may have for him.

I had a long conversation with him this morning, but I am too embarrassed to call him back and correct a horrible mistake that I made.

I was looking at the wrong notes; while having coffee, I didn’t go to my computer in my office. I pulled up the wrong notes on Anthony’s horrible… horrible Vista computer, so I told him, that I had listed Henry as William Adkins father when in fact, I had ruled that out and have John Adkins and Elizabeth Bromwell on my family tree and have had for years now. I’ve written many posts on this blog about them. And yet, I made this mistake.

Don’t I just feel stupid? It’s hard when you talk off the top of your head and I should have been more prepared for this interview.

I hate to take up any more of his time, just to call him back and admit my mistake. Sad, isn’t it? I’m 48 years old and too embarrassed to pick up the phone and tell him I made a mistake.

I’m going to call him next month, so I guess I will do it then, or maybe just let him think I’m an idiot. I should have gotten his email address, and then I could quietly slip him that information and be done with it.  No matter, it’s just my dignity at risk here. I’m sure I can take the humiliation. In the grand scheme of things, we all make mistakes, I just appreciate the fact that he didn’t call me an idiot on the phone, even though I’m sure he thought I was.

Anyway, if you have any questions for him, please feel free to call him or to post them here and I’ll suck up my pride ask him for you, next month. Thanks for your patience.

What would you like to know?

you may have inherited from a female ancestor (wedding ring or other jewelry, china, clothing, etc.) If you don’t have any, then write about a specific object you remember from your mother or grandmother, or aunt (a scarf, a hat, cooking utensil, furniture, etc.)

I love to hear your stories and tell you mine, the stories of my own mother and grandmother’s things, things that I call heirlooms. They’re what memories are made of…

My mother had been given me her original tiny two-tone white and gold wedding ring, from my dad, before she died and I had worn it for several years. It wasn’t anything fancy and all the diamond chips had since fallen out. After her funeral my sister Sharon, told me that I should give it to my dad. I felt bad and gave in.

I wish I hadn’t, because he in-turn gave it to her and she lost it. I was not happy. My mom had also given me her old Monroe High School class ring, but I gave it to my sister’s daughter Teresa Ann. Something I now regret as well. I had worn it for years, but took it off and put it in a safe place for keeping, but it seemed wrong to just keep it in a trinket box, so I gifted it; my mistake. Although I’m very sure she will care for it, I just miss wearing it, at times.

I have several of my Grandma Elvie’s hankies; I love old hankies. I use them as decorations all over my house; under plants and in vignettes. I also collect old aprons from church rummage sales, garage sales and thrift stores. I’m not sure why, they just remind me of my childhood for some reason.  I have one of my mom’s and two of my Grandma Dorothy’s and I will cherish them, always. I’ve often thought of having one made just for me to wear, so that when the Grand’s come over, they’ll see me in it.  Then when I’m gone it will be a subtle reminder of me. (Just something I think about – silly I know).

I have my Mom’s old black coat that she wore everywhere, it reminds me of her. She always wore a sheer black scarf with it and a silver letter “B” pin for “Ball” hung the lapel.  I have no idea where either of those items went to but I have the coat. I should have it cleaned and wear it myself, but I rarely ever wear a coat, even though it’s freezing outside and I own well over 50 coats should I decide to wear one to a special event; otherwise, no.

I do have a few other items around the house that remind me of her, very few, I only wish that I would have had more backbone and stopped those people that came in like vultures after my mom’s death and just pillaged the place, they took all kinds of stuff. They even took the afghan off our couch that she had made. They took her little white Lhasa Apso bed-dog that she had made. My mom was crafty; she had crocheted Afghans and had them everywhere, all missing. I’m not even sure where she found time to do it. I can remember her sitting for hours, after work, crocheting. She would let me crochet for an hour or so and compliment my work effort. Then explain where I went wrong, as she proceeded to rip out all the bad rows I had done, without complaining. I find it funny now.

Those people took pots and pan and other household items, clothing and jewelry; nothing was sacred. They didn’t even give much thought to the fact that we still lived there and may possibly need some of those items. They just took it. I still have no idea why or what they did with them. I think about that often. WHY? It must have been because Bill was her second husband and they wanted those items for themselves. Since I seen her buy or make the majority of the items, they weren’t retrieving gifts. I really have no idea. Maybe someday it will become clear, but for the items I do have I will cherish always her memory and the time I spent with her. She would go that extra mile on every holiday, making them extra special for us. When I look at them or use them, I try to tell my children the stories she shared with me of her mother as she cooked and the things that meant a lot to her.

These cherished items or mementoes aren’t valued by others as great treasures but to me they mean the world. I will hold her memory close to my heart and think of her when I wear her old apron or say something goofy that she said when she put these items on. She had a hundred silly and/or strange sayings and superstitions, which she would utter while working, cooking or driving. It’s all those little things that made her a prominent woman in my history book.

All experience is an arch, to build upon. ~ Henry Adams

It’s not a secret that my favorite Christmas movie is, “It’s a Wonderful Life.” I usually try to watch it 6 or 8 times every year and yes, it makes my husband crazy when I do. I love the end of the movie when George runs to the edge of town and reads the sign: You’re now entering Bedford Falls. He has “His Life” back. It may not have been what he perceived to be as the perfect life. But once he was removed from it, on the outside looking in so to speak, he knew it was the life that he really loved and wanted. Without a doubt it was the perfect life for him.

I’m sure everyone or almost everyone has seen the movie by now and we can all relate to this movie in part or as a whole. Its just a wonderful realization of what our lives and the people that we care the most about, would miss if anything were to change, or if we weren’t in the picture anymore.

I sat down and re-watched The Family Man – which I’ve seen a few dozen times as well… aka chick flick. I love movies that remind people what life could or should be if they have family to love and to love them back. It’s what we all strive for; some to the point of obsession. We all take a hard look at our lives at some point and make decisions on what to do to improve our daily lives. Each day; buy a new house or car, move to another house or school district, we clean, we decorate, we call friends and family, we share stories, we do all the mundane tasks that we are supposed to do, I’m not sure if its to impress the neighbors or to make ourselves feel happy, but we complete these tasks everyday.

But what if this was to change? What if you’re not here tomorrow to complete these mundane tasks? Whose job will it be then? Did it really matter to anyone if it were done? Did I make all the right choices? Change the bad things into good? Appreciate all the simple things that I have?

Think about all the simple things; things you put aside to complete all of your mundane daily tasks, when you could have spent that same amount of time making someone you care about or someone who cares about you, feel more alive, more needed or more important to you? Did you share a little of yourself with someone today? Make the right changes for you?

It’s almost Christmas, and it’s not about what I can afford to buy you, it’s about what will you remember about me when I’m gone? Was I trustworthy? Honest? Loving or Caring? Empathic? Did I only remember you as a name on a Birthday or Christmas card; sent once a year? Did I love to see you come by the house or called to say, “Hi?” If not, why? Did I not take the time to let you know how much you mean to me? Didn’t I show you that I care? Even in some small way? Did I tell you how much I love and appreciate you?

This Christmas, don’t just buy someone a gift; share a picture, a cup of tea or coffee, and/or some small part of yourself, with those you love. It’s after all, what they will remember the most, not the tinsel or the lavish gifts; it’s the love that went into it. So stop by or call and tell the ones you care about, that they are the thing that you treasure, the most precious gift you will receive this year. Your presence is the gift! Welcome Home and Welcome to the Family! And as my gift to you, “Enjoy your Wonderful Life!”

Trust is the conviction that the leader means what he or she says. It’s a belief in two old-fashioned qualities called consistency and integrity. Trust opens the door to change. ~ Peter Drucker

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