I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generations....
Hello and Welcome to my Geneology site. A few years ago, I ran across a reference to a Thomas Carr in the
book A Pictorial History of Cabin Creek vol II by Dale Payne 2009:
Thomas Carr was born in 1788, and was the father of Ezekiel Carr, who is mentioned below.
When he first came to the area of Cabin Creek is unknown. On the 16th day of September 1845,
He and his wife, Diana Carr sold a tract of land to Fredrick Coon.
This was land near the residence of the aforementioned Ranson Greenwood, but was now referred to as the "late" Ranson greenwood.
The survey for this tract began at the "dixon ford" on Cabin Creek, apparently in reference to the above mention land of George Dixon.
This tract of land contained 1500 acres more or less (kan. co. Deed bk.O pg 300)
In 1850, 29 yr old Ezekiel Carr, his wife and children were living in the same household as Robert E. Perry
and his wife, but in 1847 he purchased 50 acres of land at what would become Eskdale.
His land started at the first bottom above the Cane Bottom and included all the land fit for cultivation up to
a place just below the mouth of Tom's Fork (leewood)
Since my Mothers Maiden name was Carr and our family was from Cabin Creek , I was intrigued and decided to hop on to Ancestry.Com and see if we were somehow related to This Thomas. After reading some family trees and a lot of messages, I was able to clearly follow my roots to Thomas and discover that he is my 4th Great Grandfather. Thus began my genealogy search. As of today I have over 4300 people in my family tree. The Main Branches of my tree are Carr, Nelson, Binion and Slack.
My Mother was Norma Evelyn Carr. Her Parents were Holly Avis Carr and Thelma Beatrice Nelson. I am her only Child from her first Marriage to Jack Talmadge Binion She and Jack were divorced sometime in 1960, two years after my birth. She met my Stepfather James Orville Slack and they married on Feb. 22nd 1963.
Although I knew my Father and I knew that in his own way, He loved me very much, He really didn't raise me. It was my Step Father that had the privilege or curse, depending on who you talk to. For me, He is my Daddy, the man who was there when I fell, cried, laughed or whined. He got me my first pair of high heels, sit by my bedside thru all my surgeries and was right by me while I was in labor with my first child..the nurses told me..he was the only father they had ever had that came into the labor room with their daughter..He was just as excited as my Husband was the moment my son came into the world. It is for that reason that I have also included his family's roots here with my mothers and biological fathers..
Blood my be thicker than water but Love is thicker than blood to quote Garth Brooks..and The love I have for my Step Father out weighs blood everyday of the week. I'd also like to add that his family treated me as one of their own from the moment they met me and I love them all. I'm now 56 years old and they are mine and I'm not giving them back!
If by chance you find your family members in my tree..Please leave a comment telling how we are connected and share any information that you would like too.
I would love to hear from you and collaborate our findings.
Debbie Jo Binion Slack Jones
May 25th 2015
The following is a Poem by Beatrice Nelson..
It is supposedly published in a book but I don't know where, when or what the name of the book is.
This Beatrice was a relative of the family but not my grandmother....
Beatrice Carr
I always keep dreaming of my Mountain Home,
Every morning and evening, each night and day
I remember my home so far away.
I also remember the chimneys so tall
With smoke curling upward helping me to recall
That in these cabins so humble and small
Lived our kinfolk, neighbors, friends and all.
When anyone had trouble, we all were true blue
We loved one another with a love so true.
To help our friends in time of need
With never a thought of thanks for a deed.
Thus fulfilling the commandment to care for our brother,
We were ready and willing to help one another,
I will always remember the hills So dear,
As the moon came up so bright and clear.
There was a white church with a bell in the steeple
That rang out to call all our Mountain People
To worship God in his great power
With preaching find praying and songs by the choir.
We loved one another and God was supreme
In a little mountain town by a very small stream,
I raised two girls and six boys
With a lot of happiness and a lot of noise.
I tried to teach them in my humble way
To love and respect and hope and pray.
I also remember the wild mountain flowers
That the children would gather for me by the hours,
Honeysuckle, Lillies and flowers of all kinds
Will ever remain alive in my mind.
As my thoughts wander back to my home today,
I always thank God for that home in W.Va,
And for all the Love that God did afford
In that small Mountain Home in the town of Kayford.
