What event(s) do you have coming this month? Vacation? End of school? Graduation? Wedding? June is a big month for lots of reasons. What’s one thing you’re anticipating this month? How ready are you for it?

We have lots of birthday’s coming up, so I’ll be planning a few parties as usual. I’m thankful, no weddings on the horizon; that’s a good thing. I do want to start meeting with my daughter Brandy once a month; just a little get together with the girls. All the kids are all growing up so fast. I still want to take the kids kite flying this month, that’s been on the list. Lots of little things to do as well.

I’ve spent the last two days looking over my family tree, trying to fix any mistakes that I may have. I’m sure there are many. Just when I’m convinced that I have the right person, I find something wrong with the dates. Today, I almost stopped working because, I thought, this has to be wrong. No one agrees with my findings, then I found a census with all three generations living under the same roof, it doesn’t get any better than that. I knew I was right. I wanted to take a few minutes and email everybody, then I thought, nope… they can look for it themselves. Its always been the thrill of the hunt for me. I love it!

I do want to share a few finds this week. A man by the name of Richard Schultheiss posted the headstones and their obits for many of my Mom’s people, like my Grandpa Odis LeRoy Stump & Grandma Elvia Mae Fugate Stump on the Find A Grave. I was so excited to see him link them to their parents & grandparents. What a wonderful way to see them without having to have a subscription to anything. I do wish more sites were like this. I don’t have any idea who he is, but can’t wait to interview him. I’m going to have to get in touch with him very soon, even if it’s just to say, “Thank you” for all of his hard-work and for sharing it with all of us. I did find about 50 more 1st cousins 5 times removed today, not sure where I want to stop, but as for now, I’ve rekindled the flame. I love hunt!

Goodnight, Everybody… I’m signing off. Welcome to all my new friends and thanks to our old friends. I appreciate you all, the nice comments y’all leave. I hope everybody has a wonderful relaxing weekend.

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. ~ Bern Williams

Ute Vance Says:
September 25, 2011 at 9:45 pm e

Can you get in contact with me? I am new to the “finding family history” familytree thing. My mother-in-law died about 2 weeks ago. A cousin gave us a family tree after the funeral. I had always tried to get her to research the family. Her mother’s dad (her grandfather) was a Warren Adkins. The only thing she told us about him is that he was Indian, and that he was mean. He had given her a family book about the Indian heritage when she was little, but it burned in a house fire. Her grandfather and grandmother were married in Cabell County, WV, I think. His father’s name was Clayton Adkins. I believe that he may somehow fit into your family tree. Can you help.

Thank you so much, Ute

I wasn’t sure where you were going with this on my Stump page, but I’ll give you what I have:

Warren “William” Adkins
Birth Oct 1866 in Barboursville, Cabell, West Virginia, USA
Death 1962 in Guthrie, Logan, Oklahoma, USA

Known Spouses:
Rosie Byrd (1891 – 1889)
Barbara Ann Clounch (1868 – 1933)

Clayton S Adkins (1843 – 1925)
Annie Elizabeth McCoy (1844 – 1909)

Sherrod Adkins (1810 – 1880)
Abigail Johnson (1815 – 1880)

Sherrod Adkins
Sarah Lucas

2x Great-Grandparents:
Jacob Harley
Mary Adkins

If you have anymore questions, please feel free to ask. About the Indian part. please see other posts.

Thanks as always and Welcome to the Family,
Sheila Jean Adkins Metcalf

If what you did yesterday seems big,  you haven’t done anything today. ~ Lou Holtz


*Cross-referenced with ladybeka Corsicana, Texas, USA

re: Elizabeth Conley

I wanted to take a brief moment to apologize for not taking the time to post this sooner. I’ve had three vacations lined up, well my husband has anyway, and I’ve already taken two. That’s no excuse. I should have made the time.  Here is what I have:

I have 11 Elizabeth Conley’s on my family tree. I believe this is the one you have referred to:
Elizabeth Conley
Birth: 20 Jan 1812 in Lexington, Fayette, Kentucky, USA
Death: 25 May 1897 in Wayne, Lake, South Dakota, USA

Relationship to me: wife of 1st cousin 5x removed

Elizabeth Conley married Joseph Adkins
22 Apr 1832 in Morgan, Kentucky

Joseph Adkins
Birth: 1812 in Floyd, Kentucky
Death: 1844 in Carter, Kentucky


On my Family Tree, Joseph Adkins is listed as the son of Joseph and Susannah Adkins Adkins. The Joseph Adkins espoused to Susannah was believed to be the son of Jesse And Mary Adkins Adkins:
Joseph Adkins
Birth abt 1780 in Virginia
Death 8 Oct 1847 in Morgan, Kentucky

Bartlett Adkins as son of Jesse & Mary.
Birth abt 1775 in Virginia

Can you get a copy of these documents to confirm that he is in fact Moses’s son? I have 11 Moses Adkins; 6 Bartlett Adkins’ and 1 Bartholomew Adkins on my tree. I don’t seem to have them listed as a family or as an alternate.

Please do remember, that this is not an exact science, mistakes can and have made. Its our job to try and sort out the misinformation with the newly found facts. I have researched many Bartlett’s since they’re so closely related to my Morgan County, Kentucky Adkins line.

I’m not doubting her word, but it would help me immensely. I need to rule out any other alternatives.

Thanks as always and Welcome to the Family,
Sheila Jean Adkins Metcalf

When you start about family, about lineage and ancestry, you are talking about every person on earth. We all have it; it’s a great equalizer. ~ Alex Haley

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

Nancy Hines Simpson
Birth 21 Jun 1819 in , Adair, Kentucky, USA
Death 14 Aug 1921 in Bloodland, Pulaski, Missouri, USA

James Adkins (1815 – 1903)
Name: James Adkins Spouse: Nancy Simpson Marriage Date: 13 Jan 1839 Officiator: William Staton, J. P. Carroll County, Missouri, Marriage Records, 1833-1856

Known Children
Susan Margaret Adkins (1840 – 1921)
Mary C Adkins (1842 – 1855)
John William Adkins (1845 – 1862)
James Lycurges Naismith Adkins (1848 – 1922)
Samuel Simpson Adkins (1851 – 1853)
Lydia Ellen Adkins (1854 – 1922)
William Adkins (1857 – 1870)
Sarah Jane Adkins (1859 – 1947)
Amariah Simpson Adkins (1861 – 1940)
Q:Castena L Adkins (1862 – )


Roberta Haney Gilbert
re: Nancy Simpson Adkins from my Aunt’s records:
this article was written by Nancy Adkins for the Carrollton, Missouri Democrat Newspaper. She wrote this article in August 1907.

In the Twenties
Bloodland, Pulaski County, Missouri
At the request of Clark and Hattie McElwee, I write this letter giving my recollection of the early days in Carroll County. I was born June 21, 1819, in Adair County, Kentucky. I am a daughter of John and Lydia Simpson.
In those days, people had to card and spin and weave cloth to clothe the family except their Sunday suits. They raised flax, wool and cotton, out of which to make their clothing. They cooked on a fireplace in pots, ovens, and skillets. The plates they used were made of pewter, and long handled gourds were raised for dippers. All of the vessels were made of wood and put together with wooden hoops. We made our own sugar from sap of sugar trees; caught the water in troughs, cooked down and made sugar. We bought but very little, never saw any canned goods, and raised everything on the farm.
Children went bare foot all summer and never wore shoes til Christmas, never drank any coffee. Men plowed bare foot and women went bare foot visiting and took their knitting or sewing and worked while they visited. Men made their own shoes, leather tanned with bark off of Spanish Oak trees. The plows they broke their ground with had mould boards made of wood. They cultivated their farms with shovels and hoes.
Men would get up as soon as it was daylight and go out to work. Women would spin and weave until eight o’clock, when breakfast was served. Wheat and tobacco were extensively raised. When the wheat was ripe, it was harvested with cradles and the women assisted the men in cutting and shocking the grain. When the wheat was dry, a yard was cleaned off and made smooth on which the wheat was spread and horses rode over it until the grain was trampled out. The straw was raked off and the wheat fanned out b the use of a sheet. In the winter men would build flat boats and pressed their tobacco into hands.
In the spring when the ice broke up they shipped the tobacco to New Orleans Salt sold for one dollar per bushel and men worked for 25 cents per day.
In 1829 my father moved his family in ox wagon to Madison, Illinois, and in 1832 he moved to Carroll County Missouri which at that time was a part of Ray County. He stopped at what was known as the Old Jimpson Patch, near where Thomas Gray now lives. That Fall, he built where Edward Wilson now lives.
At that time game was plenty, prairie chickens, all kinds of wild fowls, deer and turkeys. Men would hitch up a yoke of oxen to a wagon, take their guns, axes and clubs and be gone a day and a night, come home loaded with honey and game. We had to beat the most of our meal. There was mill for grinding corn, and a little store where De Witt now stands. We would exchange furs, deers, skins, bees wax for goods at the store.
There were no houses where Carrollton now stands. We went to Richmond for a doctor and for our mail. We paid 25 cents for a letter. A man by the name of Louis Rees started the first store in Carrollton in a log house. Then Jack and Morgan put up a log shanty and sold whiskey. Then Dr. Folger settled there.
My father entered land joining the widow Thomas, cleared the land; built a house, lived there until the death of his mother.
In 1839 13 January, I was married to James Adkins by William Stanton, justice of the peace. My husband was dressed in white shirt, white necktie, white Marseilles vest, black and brown striped cashmere pants, blue broadcloth coat and fine boots. I was dressed in what was called painted muslin, white stockings, pink slippers, green scarf with white border and tea green gloves.
Next morning my husband took me home and we went to work. We didn’t have any honeymoon these days; it was all work and no play. When I was twenty-three years old I united with Cumberland Presbyterian Church and was baptized by Abbot Hancock in Big Creek, between Rail Holler and Bosworth, Missouri.
I am the mother of eight children, four boys and four girls, of whom three girls and two boys are still living. In 1870 we moved to Pulaski County, Missouri and settled on a homestead of one hundred and sixty acres. This was 4 miles north of Bloodland and a mile and one fourth west of Bloodland, a place called Lilly Pond.
In 1901 my husband fell and broke his hip, which rendered him helpless until the date of his death, October 23, 1903. At the age of eighty-eight years and three months, I am living on the old farm, keeping house, doing my own cooking, and go to town to do my own trading. I still go church, but often think of change has come about since my childhood. Pride and aristocracy are driving religion from men’s hearts and from the pulpit. They are grabbing reaching out for the mighty dollar instead of thanking God for many blessings He has bestowed upon us. Nancy Adkins

Another item about Nancy Adkins. She dropped a stick of wood on top of her foot and gangrene set in. The doctor came to her home for five days and stripped the skin off, one strip each day and scraped from flesh of someone, members of family, each day for five days. There was no antiseptic and someone had to hold her during this process. She recovered from this and could walk without a cane to the age of 102 years. She also could see people and know who they were until her death. She had a perfect memory. She smoked a clay pipe with crimpled dried Wahoo blossoms in it for asthma in the fall of the year. She was a very tiny person barely five feet tall and weighed around eighty five pounds.

When Nancy was a year old, John & Lydia Simpson went by ox cart from KY to Madison Co, Ill.(abt 1820) They moved to MO in 1832, to Carroll Co (part of Ray County then). Nancy Simpson and family went back to Madison Co, Ill to get away from southern Missouri until Civil War over, and then moved back to Missouri.

I have a picture of Nancy at age 102 yrs


You’re probably wondering why I posted today about Nancy as apposed to her husband James.  There are questions surrounding which William sired James.  The more documents we can get our hands on, from other family members, can help to fit the piece back together again. Sometimes, its better to shift the focus on the family, to see the others they encountered everyday and the places they were tied to. Its also wonderful to read a story such as the one she wrote about her family and growing up. Women tend to share far more than men, so in researching his wife, you can get some insight into his home.

I want to thank Roberta for her sharing a part of her family history with us. What a wonder piece of memory to own. Hopefully, this will bring us all a little closer to our past and those that came before.

As always,
Thanks for your comment and Welcome to the Family,
Sheila Jean Adkins Metcalf

Where would the gardener be if there were no more weeds? Chuang Tzu

Illinois Marriages to 1850
about William Mary Atkinson Melugin
Spouse 1: Atkinson, William
Spouse 2: Melugin, Mary
Marriage Date: 9 Jul 1843
Marriage Location: Illinois
Lee County