Aaron Adkins (1845-1929)

Adkins , Aaron ” Little Aaron” ; b. 1845 ; s/o Allen and Fanny Adkins ;married Frances Toney . CSA. PVT 129th. Regiment VA Militia (Capt. Barnett Carter’s Co.). August 27,1861-. Served three days and left sick. 1st. Bat. VA Mounted Rifles (Capt. Barnett Carter’s Co. ) August 26, 1862 to December 1, 1862 . 34th. VA CAV. Co. D from December 1,1862-Feb. 1,1863. He was shot three times in the leg, arm and body. He fought at Gettysburg. Tradition says he was sent out to forage for food and came back with a dead hog on his back. Aaron died in 1929

I believe from just glancing, Aaron is down from Parker Adkins son Hezekiah, who along with brother Millington and father Parker fought at Mt Pleasant Va. in Rev War. ~ Stan Adkins


Andrew Lewis Sias (1842-UNK)

Andrew Lewis Sias

Andrew Lewis Sias

Sias, Andrew Lewis ” Lew” ; b. May 28, 1842 in Mercer Co. VA ; d: between 1894 and 1896 in Lincoln County , WV; s/o James William and Rebecca (Adkins) Sias ; married Martha Ellen Lambert d/o Jeremiah and  Sarah (Hedrick) Lambert. He enlisted on August 26, 1862  at  the Logan County Court  House  in  the 34th Batt’n  VA CAV , Co. D ( Capt. B. Carter’s Co. 1 Batt’n Virginia Mounted Rifles )  as a PVT.  He deserted  and joined General Floyd’s command. He enlisted on December 1,1862 to Feb. 1, 1863 . He was wounded on the 3ed day of fighting at Gettysburg , PA (Pickett’s Charge) and taken prisoner at Hagerstown, Maryland on July 8, 1863   Another record says he was captured at Funkstown, MD. He was transferred to Seminary Hospital, Hagerstown, Maryland in August of 1863 and later moved to General Hospital in Chester,P on abt. September 17,1863 . Andrew was transferred  to Hammond  General Hospital, Point Lookout, MD on October 4, 1863  and appears on the list at Wayside or General Hospital # 9 on March 6,1864. and at  Chimborazo Hospital # 3  in Richmond, VA on March 7, 1864 . He was furloughed on March 11,1864.


Boy, he looks just like an Adkins, doesn’t he? Amazing; the Adkins look. ~ Stan Adkins & me. [I think it’s the nose.] Stan Adkins ~ Nose, eyes,… and the big ears! Lol This guy could be my brother. Quite extraordinary.

My brother Ralph & his son Justin both have those eyes. I’ve seen them on a few people that I wanted to have DNA tested for proof they were a descendant, but of course, I can’t stop strangers on the street & ask for DNA or can I?

Also, as I had quoted, in the past, an excerpt from a book written in 1914 about a Parker Adkins, written by a man that knew him personally, that he had a nose the size of a man’s fist, which I’m hoping was a slight exaggeration on the writers part. But my Papaw Kell had a very dominate nose, one that I seem to be rocking myself. No complaints here; it makes me whom I am. I guess, looking at past relatives we can see a future for our children. Our Adkins lineage will live on through the generations, that we may see William V in all his generations. That is quite extraordinary.

Thank you, Stan for findings. God Bless & happy hunting!


America, you beautiful, wonderful country, you don’t look a day over your 238 years.

Here’s to many more.

Enjoy the day, everyone!

A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.

There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link,
For neighbors always knew

If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.

For then you’d see the fancy sheets
And towels upon the line;

You’d see the company tablecloths
With intricate design.

The line announced a baby’s birth
To folks who lived inside,

As brand new infant! clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.

The ages of the children could
So readily be known,

By watching how the sizes changed,
You’d know how much they’d grown.

It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;

Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.

It said, “Gone on vacation now,”
When lines hung limp and bare.

It told, “We’re back!” when full lines sagged,
With not an inch to spare.

But clotheslines now are of the past,
For dryers make work less.

Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody’s guess.

I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign,

When neighbors knew each other best,
By what hung on the line! ~ Author Unknown

Holiday travel – the good, the bad, & the ugly. With Thanksgiving over, it seems like we shouldn’t be talking about traveling again, but many travel to visit family/friends at this time of the year. Will you be traveling at all for Christmas or for another reason? Where will you be going? Are you looking forward to the trip? Or, will you be welcoming guests to your home? Share with us!

And that’s the wonderful thing about family travel: it provides you with experiences that will remain locked forever in the scar tissue of your mind. ~ Dave Barry

It’s Sunday, September 4, 2011 today. There are 118 days left in this year. We’re in week number 35 of 52.  111 days until Christmas, but who’s counting?

re: Family Tree; Old Roots & New Branches (emotion and memories)

School begins Tuesday – in our little town! Most parents are excited and others like my friend Brady, not so much. I can still remember the silence that I experienced on the first day of school. I would just sit on the couch and soak it all up.

When I was a young girl, if I remember correctly, school started back the day after Labor Day (also known as the working man’s holiday) and lasted about 180 days.  It was the only thing, as a child that I related to Labor Day. There were usually flags waving and some sort of picnic with fireworks involved. Those 180 days felt almost like a prison sentence. We went regardless of illness, unless of course, you had a fever, then you could stay home sick. Times have changed; now you need a doctor to declare your illness or you’ll be puking in the bathroom.

I went shopping with my daughter, for wedding decorations and some extra school clothes. We bought her, soon to be adopted daughter, a tee shirt that says, “Haters Make Me Famous,” not so much for the quote itself, nor do I know to whom to give the credit for saying it first, but merely because it was cute and she has socks to match it. Their school started a week or so ago, but my daughter shops for extras quite often. When I was young, we only got clothes for birthdays, back to school and Christmas. With 8 children living in her home, plus those that have been emancipated (living on their own), but still needing a family to come home to, she provides for them all. The way she cares for and dresses them, you’d never know which ones were “fosters”.

People tend think that we have some hidden agenda in all the things that we say, or do, or even the purchases we decide to make, but sometimes it really just works out that way. I may get myself one soon; I find it rather funny and true at the same time. They say that you’re not truly famous until you have as many enemies as you do friends.

I call them “frienemies,” a fun way to talk about the people that you’re not fond of, but must maintain a relationship with for one reason or another; kind of like we had to learn to do in school.

My Granddaughter, Trinity told me that she couldn’t be friends with a girl at school anymore, because they weren’t in the same class. I spent a few minutes trying to explain to her how she should remain friends and that I didn’t think it was right to start forming cliques at such a young age, and gave her a long list of reasons why. Only when I had finished, she told me that the little girl had simply moved to another school. It was just me, projecting, I guess. We’ve all assumed that someone had said or done something that we didn’t partially like, when in all reality it had nothing to do with us.

It’s hard to deal with people on a daily basis, which you don’t care for. It makes it hard to do in our home, school and/or our work environments; you can’t avoid them. Try as we may.

As Christians we make it our mission in life to never throw people away. Although, I’ve seen it – up close and personal – more than once in my lifetime. I may have even chose to distance myself from a few people a time or two, but if they’re related you can’t fully “x” them out. At some point in your life, your paths will cross.

What to do then?

Remember, as we did in school, the people that made us feel good about ourselves and we cherished those friends. We also remember those that chose to be cruel and tried to belittle us; make fun at our expense. Unfortunately, it often spills over into adulthood; having to deal with people that doesn’t partially like you or has formed some wrongful opinion(s). The bible say’s, “When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” 1 Corinthians 13:11.

We don’t ask our family or friends to come to our aide, but rather, wonder why they have not.

“In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” ~ Martin Luther King Jr.

I’m tired; really tired. I’ve worked long and hard… and still have so much more to do.

In addition to my scheduled tasks for the 35th week:

  1. Wipe down the tables and chairs
  2. Clean the Dishwasher
  3. Menu Planning/Grocery shopping
  4. Wipe Out the Microwave
  5. Wipe the small appliances.
  6. Discard food in the freezer that’s past its prime.
  7. Update Scrapbook
  8. Post new recipe to the blog
  9. Get my haircut
  10. Scrub the Grout
  11. Shopping
  12. Take trash to the road
  13. Wipe out the kitchen sink. (sterilize)

This list doesn’t include the little everyday things that I do, see my “Philosophy,”  page for the regular stuff, not to mention, this week I’ll be hosting a reception and need to get the carpets cleaned,  my guest bathroom ceiling & walls wiped with mud (that’s drywall talk) and primed and painted, along with the front door.

I’m going to take a break now to make a fresh pot of coffee; I’ve had three cups this morning, but could use another. I need to remove the dead bird from my front porch and then I’ll eat a caramel apple. I strongly suggest that you do the same. It’s that time of year.

Have a great Labor Day Weekend!

And yet, in puny, distorted, phantasmal shapes albeit,/It will braird again; it will force its way up/Through unexpectable fissures. ~ Hugh MacDiarmid, On a Raised Beach

It’s Sunday, August 28, 2011 today. There are 125 days left in this year. We’re in week number 34 of 52.

Re: Strengths and Weaknesses

While I was doing my weekly planning and making a pot of chili, it’s a football day at our house, so the chili is ready and it smells like home to me; consider that one of my strengths. I was pondering my life and my work, my family and friends and their personalities. The people I choose to be in my life and those that I have for the lack of a better term, cut out. I decided this…

I am… who I am, not because of where I was born or to whom, but by the people in my life that I value. I value my LIFE. I know that would seem to be a broad statement, if you didn’t follow this blog. If you do, then you know what I mean about my life with style. I’m creative to a point, not as much as my mother, but creative just the same. I hate DRAMA, some consider that to be my weakness. I live to be happy and love how I live. I surround myself with the people I choose and decide whom I will interact with daily. We all decide things in our lives and live with those decisions. Good or bad, we have to live with them.

On Thursday, September 1, my sister-in-law, Mary Metcalf aka Cookie will have her decided 65th Birthday, you may not understand the “decided” part, when she was born, like most births at that time, children were born at home. Mother’s suffered from various ailments anywhere from after pains to child bed fever. They blanked out the pain, losing long periods of time. Her mother simply couldn’t remember when she was born. It was somewhere between the 1st and 3rd. Cookie decided that she liked the 1st so that’s when she celebrates her birthday. It happened to my Grandma Dorothy, as well, so a few of her children have decided on birth-dates. Nonetheless, it is an important date.

I’ve heard it said, “Its funny how there are billions of the people in the world and only 365 days in a year, yet we are always delighted and amazed when we find out we share a birthday with someone.” I did look up some people that were born on my birthday, none really impressed me, I share a birthday with Steve Miller of the Steve Miller Band, that’s pretty cool, but does it make us anything alike? Doubtful! Other than we are considered a Libra under the Zodiac Sign.

I’m a Libra born October 5 which is symbolized by the Scales and is a supposed to be a marvelous conversationalist. I think it really means that we just like to talk a lot. I’m not into Astrology at all, but like everyone else, I have read mine a few times. Mostly when I’m bored, but I do like that, someone takes the time to analyze these non-personal quips, like “You’re going to have a great day today, but avoid those people whom are in dark places.” Then I think, Dang, how do I avoid myself today? So, I usually tend to avoid the Charts. That makes my life so much easier. I do think that it does form our personalities. If we’re born in the Fall we tend to love the Fall, and gravitate to the things that are comfortable.

We surround ourselves, mostly with the people we have a lot in common with. I call this the “Bird’s of a Feather Mentality.” It’s so much easier to work with people that you have something in common with, such as those in your age bracket, your religion or politics or your group and/or family affiliations. I do have several friends outside those realms, which I tend to butt heads with, and yet, I never let that cause separation between us. I try to include everyone. Some relationships just take a little more work. The only people that I sever all ties with are those that I feel have betrayed me or my family and there are a few.

Recently, I was telling my cousin Sandy after a funeral, that I never go to someone’s house and disagree with them, but let them come to mine and it’s on. I’m going to tell them exactly what I think. My mom told me that it was rude to go to a man’s home and cause a problem. I see my blog, sort of like my home; a safe place. I don’t make people that disagree with me, take their and go home ball (although some I would like too), but rather ask that they give me some space to be me. You don’t have to agree with me, just let me think.

As a person who over-thinks or theorizes everything, as I was told, I’ll be 50 in October, an upcoming birthday offers me the guilty pleasure of self-indulgent self-reflection. It’s not birthday’s in general that make me pensive, or even turning 50, that should make me a little crazy, but it is the recognition that my year is about to begin again. I don‘t fear turning 50; I’m half way through a life well lived. I fear the unknown. What will this new year bring? A sign of weakness.

My sister Shirley was contemplating her absence, making her end of life decisions, and she was set back a little, by the fact that everyone’s lives would go on the same as before, just without her in it. I hope she can come to grips with that as well. It has been the downfall of many a philosopher.

I do tend to over think, over do and over compensate, rather than pick a careful path and circumvent it. The funny thing is the most significant insights seem to find me. It’s remarkable with the amount of information and observation that plague me daily, that there are some things that hit at just the right time. That stick.

The word “Homologate” means to approve; confirm or ratify. To register: such as a cars vendor or model identification number (make it an individual item). It’s what I commonly refer to as a two dollar word, which really just means to agree, to allow or to recognize as. I only mention this because, some off the cuff remarks made this week, mostly at my expense – that stuck. I cannot, nor will not, allow anyone to take control of my life or lineage. That which belongs to me. Whether or not I’m here or gone.

We will all be gone at some point and life will go on the same as before, just without us in it, but we can leave them that remain with the information that we had, and hopefully they will continue the work. A family by its very definition: any group of persons closely related by blood. We have that to carry on.

When I was accused this week of stealing someone’s previous research on the Family and compiling it with others, not giving them credit for what was theirs. Both adding to and taking away. I asked myself this question: Can you copy write a FAMILY?

I really don’t think so. No one can hold the rights to a Family history. It’s not a tangible thing that one can own. You can belong to it and be a part of it, analyze it, research it, even squander it, but you can’t own it anymore than I can own the 240th day of the year. No matter whom they claim to be or think they are, related to, their works or claim to fame, can take control of that group or families history. I’m saying, not even with a 2/3rds majority can you take control and decide what we can or cannot know about or have the right to know. Maybe the dark family secrets or the gossip you can manage to try to control, but nothing else really.

Many people bring many different attributes to a family. Take a family reunion for example. I just attended the Pearson Family Reunion, yesterday. Anthony didn’t want to go with me, even though it was his side of the family, but I went anyway, because I like them and wanted to hold Kim’s new baby.

I watched the younger ones playing the same games that we played as children, but admittedly a tad more organized, remembering that we’re a high tech world now. Instead of paper plates laid on the ground, they had red plastic safety cones and a prize for the winners of the three-legged race and the timeless task of carrying eggs on a spoon, among other classics games played. Of course, no child could resist the Indian Burial Mound; they would have to trek up the seemingly endless flight of stairs that ascend into the heavens. All while, the adults laughing, talking and filming every minute of it, on Tablets with a screen the size of a dinner plate. Nothing our Grandparents could have even imagined or hoped for.

Change is inevitable, but as the old adage says, “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” Families are about sharing fun filled events and being together, even if you don’t’ know half the people there, we still share. We’re related. That is what it’s all about.

I love holding new babies, watching the children play, eating too much and talking to people I rarely see, other than at these types of events. Our lives get hectic as we all go about our day to day, but we still need to take the time to be a family. Sharing, caring about one another and learning about the each other, remembering the past, keep those that have gone on before alive in our memories, as we cherish the new that will go on long after we are gone. That’s the way it should be. A time honored sequence of events all brought together by one word, FAMILY. Our hopes, our dreams, and our faith all tied up in a neat little package.

I would add this, “We’re all working toward the same end, but does the end justify the means?” You’ll have to answer that one for yourself. I always receive a great deal of comfort and inspiration from my family.

Our children challenge us all to get involved, you dared us to put aside our complacency and strife and work together toward the same end, our family.

You will never know how grateful and flattered I am that you make me part of your family, as I include you in mine.

Sheila Jean Adkins Metcalf

It is better to wear out than to rust out. ~ Frances E. Willard