According to the CEMETERY RECORDS OF FRANKLIN COUNTY TENNESSEE, published by the Franklin County Historical Society in 1984, Jemima Wakefield, Oct 1767 - June 7, 1854 is one of only 3 marked graves in GRIFFIN Cemetery, which also includes 8 graves with fieldstones. In addition to the above name and dates, the tombstone inscription says "In memory". According to the referenced book above, it lies near Vanzant Gray Cemetery near the end of Vanzant Bend road near the Elk River and Moore County line.
(This would be the family farm where several generations lived including William Griffin, wife Jemima, Jemima and William's daughter (Mahala Griffin) Franklin and husband Joseph Franklin and Jemima's great granddaughter Musadora (Franklin) Cole, daughter of Coleman Franklin. See diary below.)
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Daughter of John Franklin, Sr. and Pheobe Parker. Husbands: Hugh McCoy; William Griffin; Thomas Wakefield
Below from the Diary of Tranquilla McNaughton...
"I will go back to my great great grandfather. He lived near the Kentucky line. His name was Joseph Franklin (NOTE: Not Joseph, but John. He lived in North Carolina, not Kentucky- J.E. Nowery). In his family he had a little girl named Jemima and she was 11 years old when the Revolutionary War began. I don't know if she had sisters or not. She had brothers, one named Joal, one named Benjamin.
When the war was over, citizens were told they could take the wounded British soldiers to their homes and care for them until they got well. Grandfather Franklin took a young soldier to his home by name of Daniel McCoy. (NOTE: There is evidence that Daniel McCoy was an American soldier - J.E. Nowery) (NOTE: According to Jemima's son, David McCoy, the soldier was named Hugh McCoy - R.Plemmons)
This little Jemima was now a young lady and I think was beautiful (for I remember so well how pretty she looked to me as I sat in her lap when I was small). So the soldier fell in love with Jemima and she promised to be his bride. Years passed and they had a home there in Kentucky. Their children were Daniel, Pheba, Hannah and John. (NOTE: They may have lived in Kentucky, but Iredell Co., N. Carolina seems more likely - J.E. Nowery).
This great grandfather (Daniel McCoy) was of Scottish birth and he wanted to visit his native land and people (but I don't know if his parents were living or not) and as a legacy was due him in Scotland, he took ship for his old home and was heard of no more. The ship was lost on the voyage.
Then our great grandmother was left to her people to care for her. Her daughter, Hannah, stayed with a lady in Lexington, Kentucky and there she had a sweetheart.
About this time the Indians were being taken from the states of Alabama and Tennessee and that country was the place to find homes. A colony of that country where great grandmother lived, got together and started for Alabama and Tennessee. The brothers of my great grandmother were going so she, with her children and some of the family slaves prepared to go too." –Her daughter, Hannah, wanted to stay with a lady in town and that lady begged to keep her, but her mother said she must go. She started but waited her chance to slip away. Now when camping time came, she, Hannah, was called but no one answered. Then that mother and her sons went through camp and never found her. One old slave, Uncle Ben, he was called, said "Last time I saw Miss Hannah, she was going back towards town, with her Sunday meetin' bonnet on." So they never went back to get her, but went on their journey to the new country (this was the Fall of 1814).
These Franklin brothers made home in the County of Franklin, Tennessee, on Elk River. Not long after they were located, our great grandmother married again, a man name of Griffin. she raised another family, Mahalie, Lucinda, Martha, and General, he was called (he never married). Aunt Mahalie, half sister to Hannah, married her own cousin, Joseph
Franklin, and their old home, 5 miles from Winchester, still stands today and Aunt Mahalie's granddaughter, Musa Cole, is its occupant with her grandchildren. That old brick house of 12 rooms has been there for near 100 years.
Well do I remember of going there with my dear mother before I was 3 years old and set in my great grandmother's lap. This great grandmother buried 2 husbands in Tennessee. Her last husband's name was Wakefield and he was wealthy with lands and slaves.
About 6 generations have lived in that house. Aunt Mahalie, when old, used to visit me and would tell me much about the kin. When my own grandmother was then in Texas living with her youngest daughter, Aunt Ann Simms.
We loved Aunt Mahalie for she was so kind. With her I had a home after my own dear mother's death (March 2, 1869, at the Dr. Child's Water Cure Sanitarium).
My mother, when a little girl, said she always loved to have visits with her Grandma Wakefield and in them days, all the every day clothes were homespun. Flax was raised and made into cloth for sheets, table cloths, towels and children's every day garments. It would bleach white. My mother wore dresses of it, made like today, so they could put their heads thru the neck and it was on.
This great grandmother out-lived Granddaddy Wakefield and died at Aunt Mahalie's at the age of 98. Grandfather Greer died the same year, but I don't know his age. He is buried in Beach Grove Cemetery by Uncle and Aunt Cochran.
In the year 1853 in June, I had a dear sweet sister to die. She is buried near Flintville, in the Cooley Cemetery. She was 11 years old and was always so good to care for Brother and me. I well remember her death and she told us all to meet her in heaven. Now 70 years are passed and her sweet face if often before me.
About 2 years later my father moved to Bradshaw and there I began my education. My first teacher was a cripple by name of Stevens. Father next moved to Cornersville and there I lived until the "Civil War" began and we moved to Petersburg and my schooling was finished in the Petersburg Academy. Prof. W.W. Moonz was our teacher.
That awful war between North and South was on and so many loved ones lost their lives. When the battles were going on we often would put our ear to the brick wall and hear the roaring of the guns and Oh! how sad it was to think of the dying and the wounded. After peace many of the young soldiers come to the school and one had lost an arm.
While I was there in school, we heard of the battle of Dover, Tennessee and I knew my brother was there. I was so impressed that he was killed. I couldn't study for crying. We got the word in a few days that he was among the slain. The first to fall, How awful to think we would never see that good brother again. We know not where he was buried. The enemy had won. We heard they buried the dead in a field.
My dear sweet mother never got over Brother Thomas being killed. He was like a father to us in that he always saw our needs. He did love little brother and I remember so well of him saying that he must be in school. Then Mother fixed up his clothes and Brother took him up on his horse and away so far that it was a long time before I could see him. We all knew the teacher, Wm. Gribbs and he lived with his mother, so little brother was a great pet in the family. They lived about 30 miles from our home.
After Brother was killed and the awful war was still on, my dear Grandma Greer was in bed sick and sent for me. I went and was gone all winter. Saw and heard so much of the enemy's crimes. I often went to help hide things.
Some of the soldier boys would slip home to see the loved ones and sometimes when the news come that the enemy was coming and they in a hurry would forget to take all of their things and then I would go with cousins to hide them in the woods. One of my aunts and uncles, who was so feeble, and one morning my cousin and I went out at a back door and bullets were whissing over the house and near us. My aunt then saw the men that were shooting at a Union soldier who was passing. Union army was moving to Scottsboro, Alabama and these soldiers were stragglers, stopping on the way to take the farmers' horses and anything they wanted. My uncle knew the men and begged them not to hide and waylay the soldiers near his or any other citizen's home. They never heeded his words, but took off the horses the soldiers were driving and turned loose when the shooting began. Then come and hide to be ready for the next.
In a short time, one lone soldier come by and not knowing his danger. Then again they began shooting and the soldier fell to the ground. The men run to him, took his gun and belt of cartridges and the horses on to the hiding place in the mountains. Poor Aunt said, "Come, children, we will go to the man. He is some mother's boy." He was shot in his body and was groaning so pitiful. It was cold misting rain and we went and got quilts to put under and over him. None of us able to carry him in the house. Uncle was old and gray. Then he saw two more soldiers coming and called them as they were turning to fly back after seeing the man on the road. Uncle got them to come and carry him in. My cousin and me had to carry the soldier's guns and keep close to them. The wounded man lived an hour or more. He was a fine looking young man and my aunt set by him and she asked him of his home and parents. He said his mother was all he had and she lived in Ohio. His name was Thomas Baker. He was a Union soldier, 25 years old. His mother's home was in Star County, Ohio. Soon he was dead. There was no more to come but very old men and cripples. They made a rude coffin to put him in and set up, thinking the soldier's companions would be sure to come. His body froze for the weather turned so cold. After 2 days and nites, waiting, they took him to old Beach Grove Cemetery and buried him there. Over 20 years later his remains were taken to a soldier's cemetery.
My dear old uncle died soon after the war. My aunt, with 2 children of her sister's kept on the farm, until 2 years had passed. Her son who had never married and was in Texas, wrote for her to sell and come to him. Aunt would not agree to go without my brother and me. We were ready for our long overland move on the 3rd of October, 1870......Diary of Tranquilla McNaughton
Will of John Franklin, Senior, Burke County, North Carolina, 1813. In the name of Good, Amen - I John Franklin Senior of the County of Burke and State of North Carolina being perfect health, and of sound disposing mind and memory (thanks be to God his mercies) do make and ordain this to be my last will and testement and doe herby disallow, disannul and revoke all other and former wills and testements by me made heretofore. After recommending my soul to God through Jesus Christ His Son and my Savior, my will is, and I do hereby direct my body to be buried in a decent orderly and Christian like manner as my executor hereafter to be named may think proper and fit. My will is and I do hereby devise and bequeath unto my well beloved wife, Phebe Franklin all my household furniture entire (one feather bed and furniture excepted) my stock of cattle, one sheep, some hogs, one horse creature to her heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequeath unto my son John Franklin a tract of two hundred acres of land heretofore conveyed to him by deed, this being intended to confirm to him and his heirs forever the said land. My will is and I do devise unto my son David Franklin one hundred acres of land being the same I purchased of my son John Franklin, let the same be more or less to him my son and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequath unto my son Moses Franklin one hundred acres of land to the same I purchased to Tindall Sutherland lying on lower creek to him and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequeath unto my son Johnathan Franklin, a tract of land containing two hundred and twenty one acres being part of two grants originally granted to me from the state and by me conveyed to the said Johnathan on the first day of the present month to be the same more or less this bequest being intended to confirm the said deed of conveyance and everything there from the life state in the said land which was conveyed by the said Johnathan to my wife, Phebe Franklin and myself on the second day of this present month. I do devise and bequeath unto my said son Johnathan Franklin all my farming tools and the residue of my estate which may or shall not be willed to him and his heirs forever. My will and I do devise and bequeath unto my son Samuel Franklin one hundred acres off the west side of the three hundred and twenty acre tract on which I reside and which was on the first day of this month surveyed and laid off by William W. Erwin. Beginning on a hickory the southwest coner of the tract and joining said Erwin's line and running east 108 poles to a white oak on the side of a hill then north 150 poles to two sourwoods close by the roadside going to James Kincaid then west 108 poles to a pine the northwest corner of the old survey thence to the beginning to be the same more or less to him and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bqueath unto my daughters Jemima, Phebe, Ann, Lydia, Mary and Rachel two dollars and fifty centers ($2.50) each to be paid tp them and each to them and their heirs forever. My will is and I do devise that my executor pay ll my just debts the expenses of my burial and the lagacies which are to be paid in money to the legates and out of any monies that may be upon hand debts due and owing to me and to be made out of property not willed that he pay the balance of any out of the Chattel estate willed him. My will is and I do hereby nominate and appoint my son Johnathan Franklin my sole executor of this my last will and testament. In testimony of which I have hereto set my hand and affixed my seal this the fourth day of June Anno Domini 1813. John Franklin Seal January 1819 Executed Father: David Franklin
227 - THOMAS WAKEFIELD: wife Jemima •••son Hamilton, negro Ben •••son Henry Nelson & his180
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bros Hamilton, Thomas & Joseph Wakefield ••. to Flora, wife of Robert PARKS, ne~ro Sindyt
••• to Peggy SMITII, negro Vina ••• to John MOSLEY, negr~ Andy & his wife Mary ••• to Nancy,
Martha &Mary George JOHNSON, chn of Lucy Johnson dec'd, a slave Wes1ey ••• to George
Mosley, negroes Rose, James, Esther, Williams, Elijah, Jane, Hannah and her baby Mary
••.my gr dau Mary Ann, wife of George Mosley •••land I bought of John McGIMPSEY •••my
chn: Hamilton, Flora Parks, Peggy Smith, Jane GOODWIN, the heirs of Nancy (sic) Johnson, dec'd, George Mosley (two shares), John Mosley. Execs: son Hamilton & gr son
Thomas F. Mosley. 5 Sep 1843. Wits: John R. PATRICK, WID. C. Patrick, G.W. BOWLING.
Codicile: One acre to the Methodist Church "now built on my land" & its burying ground.
S Sep 1834 (sic). Proved by G.W. Bowling & J.R. Patrick 4 Nov 1846. RANKLIN COUNTY, TENNESSEE WILL BOOK
1808 - 1847
Abstracted from microfilm by Betsy F. West
(Continued from Fall issue)
(This would be the family farm where several generations lived including William Griffin, wife Jemima, Jemima and William's daughter (Mahala Griffin) Franklin and husband Joseph Franklin and Jemima's great granddaughter Musadora (Franklin) Cole, daughter of Coleman Franklin. See diary below.)
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Daughter of John Franklin, Sr. and Pheobe Parker. Husbands: Hugh McCoy; William Griffin; Thomas Wakefield
Below from the Diary of Tranquilla McNaughton...
"I will go back to my great great grandfather. He lived near the Kentucky line. His name was Joseph Franklin (NOTE: Not Joseph, but John. He lived in North Carolina, not Kentucky- J.E. Nowery). In his family he had a little girl named Jemima and she was 11 years old when the Revolutionary War began. I don't know if she had sisters or not. She had brothers, one named Joal, one named Benjamin.
When the war was over, citizens were told they could take the wounded British soldiers to their homes and care for them until they got well. Grandfather Franklin took a young soldier to his home by name of Daniel McCoy. (NOTE: There is evidence that Daniel McCoy was an American soldier - J.E. Nowery) (NOTE: According to Jemima's son, David McCoy, the soldier was named Hugh McCoy - R.Plemmons)
This little Jemima was now a young lady and I think was beautiful (for I remember so well how pretty she looked to me as I sat in her lap when I was small). So the soldier fell in love with Jemima and she promised to be his bride. Years passed and they had a home there in Kentucky. Their children were Daniel, Pheba, Hannah and John. (NOTE: They may have lived in Kentucky, but Iredell Co., N. Carolina seems more likely - J.E. Nowery).
This great grandfather (Daniel McCoy) was of Scottish birth and he wanted to visit his native land and people (but I don't know if his parents were living or not) and as a legacy was due him in Scotland, he took ship for his old home and was heard of no more. The ship was lost on the voyage.
Then our great grandmother was left to her people to care for her. Her daughter, Hannah, stayed with a lady in Lexington, Kentucky and there she had a sweetheart.
About this time the Indians were being taken from the states of Alabama and Tennessee and that country was the place to find homes. A colony of that country where great grandmother lived, got together and started for Alabama and Tennessee. The brothers of my great grandmother were going so she, with her children and some of the family slaves prepared to go too." –Her daughter, Hannah, wanted to stay with a lady in town and that lady begged to keep her, but her mother said she must go. She started but waited her chance to slip away. Now when camping time came, she, Hannah, was called but no one answered. Then that mother and her sons went through camp and never found her. One old slave, Uncle Ben, he was called, said "Last time I saw Miss Hannah, she was going back towards town, with her Sunday meetin' bonnet on." So they never went back to get her, but went on their journey to the new country (this was the Fall of 1814).
These Franklin brothers made home in the County of Franklin, Tennessee, on Elk River. Not long after they were located, our great grandmother married again, a man name of Griffin. she raised another family, Mahalie, Lucinda, Martha, and General, he was called (he never married). Aunt Mahalie, half sister to Hannah, married her own cousin, Joseph
Franklin, and their old home, 5 miles from Winchester, still stands today and Aunt Mahalie's granddaughter, Musa Cole, is its occupant with her grandchildren. That old brick house of 12 rooms has been there for near 100 years.
Well do I remember of going there with my dear mother before I was 3 years old and set in my great grandmother's lap. This great grandmother buried 2 husbands in Tennessee. Her last husband's name was Wakefield and he was wealthy with lands and slaves.
About 6 generations have lived in that house. Aunt Mahalie, when old, used to visit me and would tell me much about the kin. When my own grandmother was then in Texas living with her youngest daughter, Aunt Ann Simms.
We loved Aunt Mahalie for she was so kind. With her I had a home after my own dear mother's death (March 2, 1869, at the Dr. Child's Water Cure Sanitarium).
My mother, when a little girl, said she always loved to have visits with her Grandma Wakefield and in them days, all the every day clothes were homespun. Flax was raised and made into cloth for sheets, table cloths, towels and children's every day garments. It would bleach white. My mother wore dresses of it, made like today, so they could put their heads thru the neck and it was on.
This great grandmother out-lived Granddaddy Wakefield and died at Aunt Mahalie's at the age of 98. Grandfather Greer died the same year, but I don't know his age. He is buried in Beach Grove Cemetery by Uncle and Aunt Cochran.
In the year 1853 in June, I had a dear sweet sister to die. She is buried near Flintville, in the Cooley Cemetery. She was 11 years old and was always so good to care for Brother and me. I well remember her death and she told us all to meet her in heaven. Now 70 years are passed and her sweet face if often before me.
About 2 years later my father moved to Bradshaw and there I began my education. My first teacher was a cripple by name of Stevens. Father next moved to Cornersville and there I lived until the "Civil War" began and we moved to Petersburg and my schooling was finished in the Petersburg Academy. Prof. W.W. Moonz was our teacher.
That awful war between North and South was on and so many loved ones lost their lives. When the battles were going on we often would put our ear to the brick wall and hear the roaring of the guns and Oh! how sad it was to think of the dying and the wounded. After peace many of the young soldiers come to the school and one had lost an arm.
While I was there in school, we heard of the battle of Dover, Tennessee and I knew my brother was there. I was so impressed that he was killed. I couldn't study for crying. We got the word in a few days that he was among the slain. The first to fall, How awful to think we would never see that good brother again. We know not where he was buried. The enemy had won. We heard they buried the dead in a field.
My dear sweet mother never got over Brother Thomas being killed. He was like a father to us in that he always saw our needs. He did love little brother and I remember so well of him saying that he must be in school. Then Mother fixed up his clothes and Brother took him up on his horse and away so far that it was a long time before I could see him. We all knew the teacher, Wm. Gribbs and he lived with his mother, so little brother was a great pet in the family. They lived about 30 miles from our home.
After Brother was killed and the awful war was still on, my dear Grandma Greer was in bed sick and sent for me. I went and was gone all winter. Saw and heard so much of the enemy's crimes. I often went to help hide things.
Some of the soldier boys would slip home to see the loved ones and sometimes when the news come that the enemy was coming and they in a hurry would forget to take all of their things and then I would go with cousins to hide them in the woods. One of my aunts and uncles, who was so feeble, and one morning my cousin and I went out at a back door and bullets were whissing over the house and near us. My aunt then saw the men that were shooting at a Union soldier who was passing. Union army was moving to Scottsboro, Alabama and these soldiers were stragglers, stopping on the way to take the farmers' horses and anything they wanted. My uncle knew the men and begged them not to hide and waylay the soldiers near his or any other citizen's home. They never heeded his words, but took off the horses the soldiers were driving and turned loose when the shooting began. Then come and hide to be ready for the next.
In a short time, one lone soldier come by and not knowing his danger. Then again they began shooting and the soldier fell to the ground. The men run to him, took his gun and belt of cartridges and the horses on to the hiding place in the mountains. Poor Aunt said, "Come, children, we will go to the man. He is some mother's boy." He was shot in his body and was groaning so pitiful. It was cold misting rain and we went and got quilts to put under and over him. None of us able to carry him in the house. Uncle was old and gray. Then he saw two more soldiers coming and called them as they were turning to fly back after seeing the man on the road. Uncle got them to come and carry him in. My cousin and me had to carry the soldier's guns and keep close to them. The wounded man lived an hour or more. He was a fine looking young man and my aunt set by him and she asked him of his home and parents. He said his mother was all he had and she lived in Ohio. His name was Thomas Baker. He was a Union soldier, 25 years old. His mother's home was in Star County, Ohio. Soon he was dead. There was no more to come but very old men and cripples. They made a rude coffin to put him in and set up, thinking the soldier's companions would be sure to come. His body froze for the weather turned so cold. After 2 days and nites, waiting, they took him to old Beach Grove Cemetery and buried him there. Over 20 years later his remains were taken to a soldier's cemetery.
My dear old uncle died soon after the war. My aunt, with 2 children of her sister's kept on the farm, until 2 years had passed. Her son who had never married and was in Texas, wrote for her to sell and come to him. Aunt would not agree to go without my brother and me. We were ready for our long overland move on the 3rd of October, 1870......Diary of Tranquilla McNaughton
Will of John Franklin, Senior, Burke County, North Carolina, 1813. In the name of Good, Amen - I John Franklin Senior of the County of Burke and State of North Carolina being perfect health, and of sound disposing mind and memory (thanks be to God his mercies) do make and ordain this to be my last will and testement and doe herby disallow, disannul and revoke all other and former wills and testements by me made heretofore. After recommending my soul to God through Jesus Christ His Son and my Savior, my will is, and I do hereby direct my body to be buried in a decent orderly and Christian like manner as my executor hereafter to be named may think proper and fit. My will is and I do hereby devise and bequeath unto my well beloved wife, Phebe Franklin all my household furniture entire (one feather bed and furniture excepted) my stock of cattle, one sheep, some hogs, one horse creature to her heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequeath unto my son John Franklin a tract of two hundred acres of land heretofore conveyed to him by deed, this being intended to confirm to him and his heirs forever the said land. My will is and I do devise unto my son David Franklin one hundred acres of land being the same I purchased of my son John Franklin, let the same be more or less to him my son and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequath unto my son Moses Franklin one hundred acres of land to the same I purchased to Tindall Sutherland lying on lower creek to him and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequeath unto my son Johnathan Franklin, a tract of land containing two hundred and twenty one acres being part of two grants originally granted to me from the state and by me conveyed to the said Johnathan on the first day of the present month to be the same more or less this bequest being intended to confirm the said deed of conveyance and everything there from the life state in the said land which was conveyed by the said Johnathan to my wife, Phebe Franklin and myself on the second day of this present month. I do devise and bequeath unto my said son Johnathan Franklin all my farming tools and the residue of my estate which may or shall not be willed to him and his heirs forever. My will and I do devise and bequeath unto my son Samuel Franklin one hundred acres off the west side of the three hundred and twenty acre tract on which I reside and which was on the first day of this month surveyed and laid off by William W. Erwin. Beginning on a hickory the southwest coner of the tract and joining said Erwin's line and running east 108 poles to a white oak on the side of a hill then north 150 poles to two sourwoods close by the roadside going to James Kincaid then west 108 poles to a pine the northwest corner of the old survey thence to the beginning to be the same more or less to him and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bqueath unto my daughters Jemima, Phebe, Ann, Lydia, Mary and Rachel two dollars and fifty centers ($2.50) each to be paid tp them and each to them and their heirs forever. My will is and I do devise that my executor pay ll my just debts the expenses of my burial and the lagacies which are to be paid in money to the legates and out of any monies that may be upon hand debts due and owing to me and to be made out of property not willed that he pay the balance of any out of the Chattel estate willed him. My will is and I do hereby nominate and appoint my son Johnathan Franklin my sole executor of this my last will and testament. In testimony of which I have hereto set my hand and affixed my seal this the fourth day of June Anno Domini 1813. John Franklin Seal January 1819 Executed Father: David Franklin
227 - THOMAS WAKEFIELD: wife Jemima •••son Hamilton, negro Ben •••son Henry Nelson & his180
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bros Hamilton, Thomas & Joseph Wakefield ••. to Flora, wife of Robert PARKS, ne~ro Sindyt
••• to Peggy SMITII, negro Vina ••• to John MOSLEY, negr~ Andy & his wife Mary ••• to Nancy,
Martha &Mary George JOHNSON, chn of Lucy Johnson dec'd, a slave Wes1ey ••• to George
Mosley, negroes Rose, James, Esther, Williams, Elijah, Jane, Hannah and her baby Mary
••.my gr dau Mary Ann, wife of George Mosley •••land I bought of John McGIMPSEY •••my
chn: Hamilton, Flora Parks, Peggy Smith, Jane GOODWIN, the heirs of Nancy (sic) Johnson, dec'd, George Mosley (two shares), John Mosley. Execs: son Hamilton & gr son
Thomas F. Mosley. 5 Sep 1843. Wits: John R. PATRICK, WID. C. Patrick, G.W. BOWLING.
Codicile: One acre to the Methodist Church "now built on my land" & its burying ground.
S Sep 1834 (sic). Proved by G.W. Bowling & J.R. Patrick 4 Nov 1846. RANKLIN COUNTY, TENNESSEE WILL BOOK
1808 - 1847
Abstracted from microfilm by Betsy F. West
(Continued from Fall issue)
According to the CEMETERY RECORDS OF FRANKLIN COUNTY TENNESSEE, published by the Franklin County Historical Society in 1984, Jemima Wakefield, Oct 1767 - June 7, 1854 is one of only 3 marked graves in GRIFFIN Cemetery, which also includes 8 graves with fieldstones. In addition to the above name and dates, the tombstone inscription says "In memory". According to the referenced book above, it lies near Vanzant Gray Cemetery near the end of Vanzant Bend road near the Elk River and Moore County line.
(This would be the family farm where several generations lived including William Griffin, wife Jemima, Jemima and William's daughter (Mahala Griffin) Franklin and husband Joseph Franklin and Jemima's great granddaughter Musadora (Franklin) Cole, daughter of Coleman Franklin. See diary below.)
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Daughter of John Franklin, Sr. and Pheobe Parker. Husbands: Hugh McCoy; William Griffin; Thomas Wakefield
Below from the Diary of Tranquilla McNaughton...
"I will go back to my great great grandfather. He lived near the Kentucky line. His name was Joseph Franklin (NOTE: Not Joseph, but John. He lived in North Carolina, not Kentucky- J.E. Nowery). In his family he had a little girl named Jemima and she was 11 years old when the Revolutionary War began. I don't know if she had sisters or not. She had brothers, one named Joal, one named Benjamin.
When the war was over, citizens were told they could take the wounded British soldiers to their homes and care for them until they got well. Grandfather Franklin took a young soldier to his home by name of Daniel McCoy. (NOTE: There is evidence that Daniel McCoy was an American soldier - J.E. Nowery) (NOTE: According to Jemima's son, David McCoy, the soldier was named Hugh McCoy - R.Plemmons)
This little Jemima was now a young lady and I think was beautiful (for I remember so well how pretty she looked to me as I sat in her lap when I was small). So the soldier fell in love with Jemima and she promised to be his bride. Years passed and they had a home there in Kentucky. Their children were Daniel, Pheba, Hannah and John. (NOTE: They may have lived in Kentucky, but Iredell Co., N. Carolina seems more likely - J.E. Nowery).
This great grandfather (Daniel McCoy) was of Scottish birth and he wanted to visit his native land and people (but I don't know if his parents were living or not) and as a legacy was due him in Scotland, he took ship for his old home and was heard of no more. The ship was lost on the voyage.
Then our great grandmother was left to her people to care for her. Her daughter, Hannah, stayed with a lady in Lexington, Kentucky and there she had a sweetheart.
About this time the Indians were being taken from the states of Alabama and Tennessee and that country was the place to find homes. A colony of that country where great grandmother lived, got together and started for Alabama and Tennessee. The brothers of my great grandmother were going so she, with her children and some of the family slaves prepared to go too." –Her daughter, Hannah, wanted to stay with a lady in town and that lady begged to keep her, but her mother said she must go. She started but waited her chance to slip away. Now when camping time came, she, Hannah, was called but no one answered. Then that mother and her sons went through camp and never found her. One old slave, Uncle Ben, he was called, said "Last time I saw Miss Hannah, she was going back towards town, with her Sunday meetin' bonnet on." So they never went back to get her, but went on their journey to the new country (this was the Fall of 1814).
These Franklin brothers made home in the County of Franklin, Tennessee, on Elk River. Not long after they were located, our great grandmother married again, a man name of Griffin. she raised another family, Mahalie, Lucinda, Martha, and General, he was called (he never married). Aunt Mahalie, half sister to Hannah, married her own cousin, Joseph
Franklin, and their old home, 5 miles from Winchester, still stands today and Aunt Mahalie's granddaughter, Musa Cole, is its occupant with her grandchildren. That old brick house of 12 rooms has been there for near 100 years.
Well do I remember of going there with my dear mother before I was 3 years old and set in my great grandmother's lap. This great grandmother buried 2 husbands in Tennessee. Her last husband's name was Wakefield and he was wealthy with lands and slaves.
About 6 generations have lived in that house. Aunt Mahalie, when old, used to visit me and would tell me much about the kin. When my own grandmother was then in Texas living with her youngest daughter, Aunt Ann Simms.
We loved Aunt Mahalie for she was so kind. With her I had a home after my own dear mother's death (March 2, 1869, at the Dr. Child's Water Cure Sanitarium).
My mother, when a little girl, said she always loved to have visits with her Grandma Wakefield and in them days, all the every day clothes were homespun. Flax was raised and made into cloth for sheets, table cloths, towels and children's every day garments. It would bleach white. My mother wore dresses of it, made like today, so they could put their heads thru the neck and it was on.
This great grandmother out-lived Granddaddy Wakefield and died at Aunt Mahalie's at the age of 98. Grandfather Greer died the same year, but I don't know his age. He is buried in Beach Grove Cemetery by Uncle and Aunt Cochran.
In the year 1853 in June, I had a dear sweet sister to die. She is buried near Flintville, in the Cooley Cemetery. She was 11 years old and was always so good to care for Brother and me. I well remember her death and she told us all to meet her in heaven. Now 70 years are passed and her sweet face if often before me.
About 2 years later my father moved to Bradshaw and there I began my education. My first teacher was a cripple by name of Stevens. Father next moved to Cornersville and there I lived until the "Civil War" began and we moved to Petersburg and my schooling was finished in the Petersburg Academy. Prof. W.W. Moonz was our teacher.
That awful war between North and South was on and so many loved ones lost their lives. When the battles were going on we often would put our ear to the brick wall and hear the roaring of the guns and Oh! how sad it was to think of the dying and the wounded. After peace many of the young soldiers come to the school and one had lost an arm.
While I was there in school, we heard of the battle of Dover, Tennessee and I knew my brother was there. I was so impressed that he was killed. I couldn't study for crying. We got the word in a few days that he was among the slain. The first to fall, How awful to think we would never see that good brother again. We know not where he was buried. The enemy had won. We heard they buried the dead in a field.
My dear sweet mother never got over Brother Thomas being killed. He was like a father to us in that he always saw our needs. He did love little brother and I remember so well of him saying that he must be in school. Then Mother fixed up his clothes and Brother took him up on his horse and away so far that it was a long time before I could see him. We all knew the teacher, Wm. Gribbs and he lived with his mother, so little brother was a great pet in the family. They lived about 30 miles from our home.
After Brother was killed and the awful war was still on, my dear Grandma Greer was in bed sick and sent for me. I went and was gone all winter. Saw and heard so much of the enemy's crimes. I often went to help hide things.
Some of the soldier boys would slip home to see the loved ones and sometimes when the news come that the enemy was coming and they in a hurry would forget to take all of their things and then I would go with cousins to hide them in the woods. One of my aunts and uncles, who was so feeble, and one morning my cousin and I went out at a back door and bullets were whissing over the house and near us. My aunt then saw the men that were shooting at a Union soldier who was passing. Union army was moving to Scottsboro, Alabama and these soldiers were stragglers, stopping on the way to take the farmers' horses and anything they wanted. My uncle knew the men and begged them not to hide and waylay the soldiers near his or any other citizen's home. They never heeded his words, but took off the horses the soldiers were driving and turned loose when the shooting began. Then come and hide to be ready for the next.
In a short time, one lone soldier come by and not knowing his danger. Then again they began shooting and the soldier fell to the ground. The men run to him, took his gun and belt of cartridges and the horses on to the hiding place in the mountains. Poor Aunt said, "Come, children, we will go to the man. He is some mother's boy." He was shot in his body and was groaning so pitiful. It was cold misting rain and we went and got quilts to put under and over him. None of us able to carry him in the house. Uncle was old and gray. Then he saw two more soldiers coming and called them as they were turning to fly back after seeing the man on the road. Uncle got them to come and carry him in. My cousin and me had to carry the soldier's guns and keep close to them. The wounded man lived an hour or more. He was a fine looking young man and my aunt set by him and she asked him of his home and parents. He said his mother was all he had and she lived in Ohio. His name was Thomas Baker. He was a Union soldier, 25 years old. His mother's home was in Star County, Ohio. Soon he was dead. There was no more to come but very old men and cripples. They made a rude coffin to put him in and set up, thinking the soldier's companions would be sure to come. His body froze for the weather turned so cold. After 2 days and nites, waiting, they took him to old Beach Grove Cemetery and buried him there. Over 20 years later his remains were taken to a soldier's cemetery.
My dear old uncle died soon after the war. My aunt, with 2 children of her sister's kept on the farm, until 2 years had passed. Her son who had never married and was in Texas, wrote for her to sell and come to him. Aunt would not agree to go without my brother and me. We were ready for our long overland move on the 3rd of October, 1870......Diary of Tranquilla McNaughton
Will of John Franklin, Senior, Burke County, North Carolina, 1813. In the name of Good, Amen - I John Franklin Senior of the County of Burke and State of North Carolina being perfect health, and of sound disposing mind and memory (thanks be to God his mercies) do make and ordain this to be my last will and testement and doe herby disallow, disannul and revoke all other and former wills and testements by me made heretofore. After recommending my soul to God through Jesus Christ His Son and my Savior, my will is, and I do hereby direct my body to be buried in a decent orderly and Christian like manner as my executor hereafter to be named may think proper and fit. My will is and I do hereby devise and bequeath unto my well beloved wife, Phebe Franklin all my household furniture entire (one feather bed and furniture excepted) my stock of cattle, one sheep, some hogs, one horse creature to her heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequeath unto my son John Franklin a tract of two hundred acres of land heretofore conveyed to him by deed, this being intended to confirm to him and his heirs forever the said land. My will is and I do devise unto my son David Franklin one hundred acres of land being the same I purchased of my son John Franklin, let the same be more or less to him my son and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequath unto my son Moses Franklin one hundred acres of land to the same I purchased to Tindall Sutherland lying on lower creek to him and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequeath unto my son Johnathan Franklin, a tract of land containing two hundred and twenty one acres being part of two grants originally granted to me from the state and by me conveyed to the said Johnathan on the first day of the present month to be the same more or less this bequest being intended to confirm the said deed of conveyance and everything there from the life state in the said land which was conveyed by the said Johnathan to my wife, Phebe Franklin and myself on the second day of this present month. I do devise and bequeath unto my said son Johnathan Franklin all my farming tools and the residue of my estate which may or shall not be willed to him and his heirs forever. My will and I do devise and bequeath unto my son Samuel Franklin one hundred acres off the west side of the three hundred and twenty acre tract on which I reside and which was on the first day of this month surveyed and laid off by William W. Erwin. Beginning on a hickory the southwest coner of the tract and joining said Erwin's line and running east 108 poles to a white oak on the side of a hill then north 150 poles to two sourwoods close by the roadside going to James Kincaid then west 108 poles to a pine the northwest corner of the old survey thence to the beginning to be the same more or less to him and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bqueath unto my daughters Jemima, Phebe, Ann, Lydia, Mary and Rachel two dollars and fifty centers ($2.50) each to be paid tp them and each to them and their heirs forever. My will is and I do devise that my executor pay ll my just debts the expenses of my burial and the lagacies which are to be paid in money to the legates and out of any monies that may be upon hand debts due and owing to me and to be made out of property not willed that he pay the balance of any out of the Chattel estate willed him. My will is and I do hereby nominate and appoint my son Johnathan Franklin my sole executor of this my last will and testament. In testimony of which I have hereto set my hand and affixed my seal this the fourth day of June Anno Domini 1813. John Franklin Seal January 1819 Executed Father: David Franklin
227 - THOMAS WAKEFIELD: wife Jemima •••son Hamilton, negro Ben •••son Henry Nelson & his180
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bros Hamilton, Thomas & Joseph Wakefield ••. to Flora, wife of Robert PARKS, ne~ro Sindyt
••• to Peggy SMITII, negro Vina ••• to John MOSLEY, negr~ Andy & his wife Mary ••• to Nancy,
Martha &Mary George JOHNSON, chn of Lucy Johnson dec'd, a slave Wes1ey ••• to George
Mosley, negroes Rose, James, Esther, Williams, Elijah, Jane, Hannah and her baby Mary
••.my gr dau Mary Ann, wife of George Mosley •••land I bought of John McGIMPSEY •••my
chn: Hamilton, Flora Parks, Peggy Smith, Jane GOODWIN, the heirs of Nancy (sic) Johnson, dec'd, George Mosley (two shares), John Mosley. Execs: son Hamilton & gr son
Thomas F. Mosley. 5 Sep 1843. Wits: John R. PATRICK, WID. C. Patrick, G.W. BOWLING.
Codicile: One acre to the Methodist Church "now built on my land" & its burying ground.
S Sep 1834 (sic). Proved by G.W. Bowling & J.R. Patrick 4 Nov 1846. RANKLIN COUNTY, TENNESSEE WILL BOOK
1808 - 1847
Abstracted from microfilm by Betsy F. West
(Continued from Fall issue)
(This would be the family farm where several generations lived including William Griffin, wife Jemima, Jemima and William's daughter (Mahala Griffin) Franklin and husband Joseph Franklin and Jemima's great granddaughter Musadora (Franklin) Cole, daughter of Coleman Franklin. See diary below.)
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Daughter of John Franklin, Sr. and Pheobe Parker. Husbands: Hugh McCoy; William Griffin; Thomas Wakefield
Below from the Diary of Tranquilla McNaughton...
"I will go back to my great great grandfather. He lived near the Kentucky line. His name was Joseph Franklin (NOTE: Not Joseph, but John. He lived in North Carolina, not Kentucky- J.E. Nowery). In his family he had a little girl named Jemima and she was 11 years old when the Revolutionary War began. I don't know if she had sisters or not. She had brothers, one named Joal, one named Benjamin.
When the war was over, citizens were told they could take the wounded British soldiers to their homes and care for them until they got well. Grandfather Franklin took a young soldier to his home by name of Daniel McCoy. (NOTE: There is evidence that Daniel McCoy was an American soldier - J.E. Nowery) (NOTE: According to Jemima's son, David McCoy, the soldier was named Hugh McCoy - R.Plemmons)
This little Jemima was now a young lady and I think was beautiful (for I remember so well how pretty she looked to me as I sat in her lap when I was small). So the soldier fell in love with Jemima and she promised to be his bride. Years passed and they had a home there in Kentucky. Their children were Daniel, Pheba, Hannah and John. (NOTE: They may have lived in Kentucky, but Iredell Co., N. Carolina seems more likely - J.E. Nowery).
This great grandfather (Daniel McCoy) was of Scottish birth and he wanted to visit his native land and people (but I don't know if his parents were living or not) and as a legacy was due him in Scotland, he took ship for his old home and was heard of no more. The ship was lost on the voyage.
Then our great grandmother was left to her people to care for her. Her daughter, Hannah, stayed with a lady in Lexington, Kentucky and there she had a sweetheart.
About this time the Indians were being taken from the states of Alabama and Tennessee and that country was the place to find homes. A colony of that country where great grandmother lived, got together and started for Alabama and Tennessee. The brothers of my great grandmother were going so she, with her children and some of the family slaves prepared to go too." –Her daughter, Hannah, wanted to stay with a lady in town and that lady begged to keep her, but her mother said she must go. She started but waited her chance to slip away. Now when camping time came, she, Hannah, was called but no one answered. Then that mother and her sons went through camp and never found her. One old slave, Uncle Ben, he was called, said "Last time I saw Miss Hannah, she was going back towards town, with her Sunday meetin' bonnet on." So they never went back to get her, but went on their journey to the new country (this was the Fall of 1814).
These Franklin brothers made home in the County of Franklin, Tennessee, on Elk River. Not long after they were located, our great grandmother married again, a man name of Griffin. she raised another family, Mahalie, Lucinda, Martha, and General, he was called (he never married). Aunt Mahalie, half sister to Hannah, married her own cousin, Joseph
Franklin, and their old home, 5 miles from Winchester, still stands today and Aunt Mahalie's granddaughter, Musa Cole, is its occupant with her grandchildren. That old brick house of 12 rooms has been there for near 100 years.
Well do I remember of going there with my dear mother before I was 3 years old and set in my great grandmother's lap. This great grandmother buried 2 husbands in Tennessee. Her last husband's name was Wakefield and he was wealthy with lands and slaves.
About 6 generations have lived in that house. Aunt Mahalie, when old, used to visit me and would tell me much about the kin. When my own grandmother was then in Texas living with her youngest daughter, Aunt Ann Simms.
We loved Aunt Mahalie for she was so kind. With her I had a home after my own dear mother's death (March 2, 1869, at the Dr. Child's Water Cure Sanitarium).
My mother, when a little girl, said she always loved to have visits with her Grandma Wakefield and in them days, all the every day clothes were homespun. Flax was raised and made into cloth for sheets, table cloths, towels and children's every day garments. It would bleach white. My mother wore dresses of it, made like today, so they could put their heads thru the neck and it was on.
This great grandmother out-lived Granddaddy Wakefield and died at Aunt Mahalie's at the age of 98. Grandfather Greer died the same year, but I don't know his age. He is buried in Beach Grove Cemetery by Uncle and Aunt Cochran.
In the year 1853 in June, I had a dear sweet sister to die. She is buried near Flintville, in the Cooley Cemetery. She was 11 years old and was always so good to care for Brother and me. I well remember her death and she told us all to meet her in heaven. Now 70 years are passed and her sweet face if often before me.
About 2 years later my father moved to Bradshaw and there I began my education. My first teacher was a cripple by name of Stevens. Father next moved to Cornersville and there I lived until the "Civil War" began and we moved to Petersburg and my schooling was finished in the Petersburg Academy. Prof. W.W. Moonz was our teacher.
That awful war between North and South was on and so many loved ones lost their lives. When the battles were going on we often would put our ear to the brick wall and hear the roaring of the guns and Oh! how sad it was to think of the dying and the wounded. After peace many of the young soldiers come to the school and one had lost an arm.
While I was there in school, we heard of the battle of Dover, Tennessee and I knew my brother was there. I was so impressed that he was killed. I couldn't study for crying. We got the word in a few days that he was among the slain. The first to fall, How awful to think we would never see that good brother again. We know not where he was buried. The enemy had won. We heard they buried the dead in a field.
My dear sweet mother never got over Brother Thomas being killed. He was like a father to us in that he always saw our needs. He did love little brother and I remember so well of him saying that he must be in school. Then Mother fixed up his clothes and Brother took him up on his horse and away so far that it was a long time before I could see him. We all knew the teacher, Wm. Gribbs and he lived with his mother, so little brother was a great pet in the family. They lived about 30 miles from our home.
After Brother was killed and the awful war was still on, my dear Grandma Greer was in bed sick and sent for me. I went and was gone all winter. Saw and heard so much of the enemy's crimes. I often went to help hide things.
Some of the soldier boys would slip home to see the loved ones and sometimes when the news come that the enemy was coming and they in a hurry would forget to take all of their things and then I would go with cousins to hide them in the woods. One of my aunts and uncles, who was so feeble, and one morning my cousin and I went out at a back door and bullets were whissing over the house and near us. My aunt then saw the men that were shooting at a Union soldier who was passing. Union army was moving to Scottsboro, Alabama and these soldiers were stragglers, stopping on the way to take the farmers' horses and anything they wanted. My uncle knew the men and begged them not to hide and waylay the soldiers near his or any other citizen's home. They never heeded his words, but took off the horses the soldiers were driving and turned loose when the shooting began. Then come and hide to be ready for the next.
In a short time, one lone soldier come by and not knowing his danger. Then again they began shooting and the soldier fell to the ground. The men run to him, took his gun and belt of cartridges and the horses on to the hiding place in the mountains. Poor Aunt said, "Come, children, we will go to the man. He is some mother's boy." He was shot in his body and was groaning so pitiful. It was cold misting rain and we went and got quilts to put under and over him. None of us able to carry him in the house. Uncle was old and gray. Then he saw two more soldiers coming and called them as they were turning to fly back after seeing the man on the road. Uncle got them to come and carry him in. My cousin and me had to carry the soldier's guns and keep close to them. The wounded man lived an hour or more. He was a fine looking young man and my aunt set by him and she asked him of his home and parents. He said his mother was all he had and she lived in Ohio. His name was Thomas Baker. He was a Union soldier, 25 years old. His mother's home was in Star County, Ohio. Soon he was dead. There was no more to come but very old men and cripples. They made a rude coffin to put him in and set up, thinking the soldier's companions would be sure to come. His body froze for the weather turned so cold. After 2 days and nites, waiting, they took him to old Beach Grove Cemetery and buried him there. Over 20 years later his remains were taken to a soldier's cemetery.
My dear old uncle died soon after the war. My aunt, with 2 children of her sister's kept on the farm, until 2 years had passed. Her son who had never married and was in Texas, wrote for her to sell and come to him. Aunt would not agree to go without my brother and me. We were ready for our long overland move on the 3rd of October, 1870......Diary of Tranquilla McNaughton
Will of John Franklin, Senior, Burke County, North Carolina, 1813. In the name of Good, Amen - I John Franklin Senior of the County of Burke and State of North Carolina being perfect health, and of sound disposing mind and memory (thanks be to God his mercies) do make and ordain this to be my last will and testement and doe herby disallow, disannul and revoke all other and former wills and testements by me made heretofore. After recommending my soul to God through Jesus Christ His Son and my Savior, my will is, and I do hereby direct my body to be buried in a decent orderly and Christian like manner as my executor hereafter to be named may think proper and fit. My will is and I do hereby devise and bequeath unto my well beloved wife, Phebe Franklin all my household furniture entire (one feather bed and furniture excepted) my stock of cattle, one sheep, some hogs, one horse creature to her heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequeath unto my son John Franklin a tract of two hundred acres of land heretofore conveyed to him by deed, this being intended to confirm to him and his heirs forever the said land. My will is and I do devise unto my son David Franklin one hundred acres of land being the same I purchased of my son John Franklin, let the same be more or less to him my son and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequath unto my son Moses Franklin one hundred acres of land to the same I purchased to Tindall Sutherland lying on lower creek to him and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bequeath unto my son Johnathan Franklin, a tract of land containing two hundred and twenty one acres being part of two grants originally granted to me from the state and by me conveyed to the said Johnathan on the first day of the present month to be the same more or less this bequest being intended to confirm the said deed of conveyance and everything there from the life state in the said land which was conveyed by the said Johnathan to my wife, Phebe Franklin and myself on the second day of this present month. I do devise and bequeath unto my said son Johnathan Franklin all my farming tools and the residue of my estate which may or shall not be willed to him and his heirs forever. My will and I do devise and bequeath unto my son Samuel Franklin one hundred acres off the west side of the three hundred and twenty acre tract on which I reside and which was on the first day of this month surveyed and laid off by William W. Erwin. Beginning on a hickory the southwest coner of the tract and joining said Erwin's line and running east 108 poles to a white oak on the side of a hill then north 150 poles to two sourwoods close by the roadside going to James Kincaid then west 108 poles to a pine the northwest corner of the old survey thence to the beginning to be the same more or less to him and his heirs forever. My will is and I do devise and bqueath unto my daughters Jemima, Phebe, Ann, Lydia, Mary and Rachel two dollars and fifty centers ($2.50) each to be paid tp them and each to them and their heirs forever. My will is and I do devise that my executor pay ll my just debts the expenses of my burial and the lagacies which are to be paid in money to the legates and out of any monies that may be upon hand debts due and owing to me and to be made out of property not willed that he pay the balance of any out of the Chattel estate willed him. My will is and I do hereby nominate and appoint my son Johnathan Franklin my sole executor of this my last will and testament. In testimony of which I have hereto set my hand and affixed my seal this the fourth day of June Anno Domini 1813. John Franklin Seal January 1819 Executed Father: David Franklin
227 - THOMAS WAKEFIELD: wife Jemima •••son Hamilton, negro Ben •••son Henry Nelson & his180
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bros Hamilton, Thomas & Joseph Wakefield ••. to Flora, wife of Robert PARKS, ne~ro Sindyt
••• to Peggy SMITII, negro Vina ••• to John MOSLEY, negr~ Andy & his wife Mary ••• to Nancy,
Martha &Mary George JOHNSON, chn of Lucy Johnson dec'd, a slave Wes1ey ••• to George
Mosley, negroes Rose, James, Esther, Williams, Elijah, Jane, Hannah and her baby Mary
••.my gr dau Mary Ann, wife of George Mosley •••land I bought of John McGIMPSEY •••my
chn: Hamilton, Flora Parks, Peggy Smith, Jane GOODWIN, the heirs of Nancy (sic) Johnson, dec'd, George Mosley (two shares), John Mosley. Execs: son Hamilton & gr son
Thomas F. Mosley. 5 Sep 1843. Wits: John R. PATRICK, WID. C. Patrick, G.W. BOWLING.
Codicile: One acre to the Methodist Church "now built on my land" & its burying ground.
S Sep 1834 (sic). Proved by G.W. Bowling & J.R. Patrick 4 Nov 1846. RANKLIN COUNTY, TENNESSEE WILL BOOK
1808 - 1847
Abstracted from microfilm by Betsy F. West
(Continued from Fall issue)
