This is my Great Grandfather that we all lovingly called Daddy Elam.
He is the son of Thomas Romines and Susan M. Lewellen Romines.
Elam is the husband of Kitty "Stephens"
And he is the Father of:
Lewis Romines who is my grandfather, Leaper, Flora, and Clarice who died at a young age.
This is an article that my Daddy Elam wrote that was taken from a newpaper clipping.
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Elam ROMINES writes of Early Days:
As Metcalfe County is 100 years old in 1960, and I'm only twelve years behind it, I have several recollections of the early years in this county.
I was born in a log cabin in the Cork community in the year 1872. My parents were some of the early settlers here, and when I was a very small boy, they began building a larger home which still stands today and is lived in by my brother, Henry.
My earliest recollections are of walking barefoot to Mudslash School along with my brothers and neighbor children.The woods were so thick and beautiful with flowers and birds.
As my parents were farmers, every item of food and clothing, with a few exceptions, were grown or fashioned at home.
We grew cabbage, turnips, potatoes, apples, and other fruits and vegetables.
We dug pits, piled them with straw, put in our vegetables and covered them with straw and then dirt.
This is the way we were able to store our food.
Fruits were dried, and many pans of sorghum molasses was made. We always carried a huge basket of food to school for our lunch.
Our lunch consisted of chicken or ham, sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, apple or peach pies, homemade loaf bread, and sorghum sweet cakes.
One of my teachers was Joe Baker WALKUP, who boarded with my parents, and who also shared those delicious baskets of lunch with us. Several other teachers boarded at our home during our school year as well.
Our benches were made a few days before opening of school by
splitting logs and drilling holes in each end, and then joining the legs.
My parents cared for the county paupers and a log house was built on my father's farm just for that purpose.
My mother, Susan, did the cooking for these paupers.
Our corn had to be taken to the mill for grinding and I felt very grown up when I got to make my first trip to Cyrus STEPHENS mill (father of my wife, Kitty).
As the water was very low it took two hours to grind the meal. I sat beside the mill and watched the heavy side of the wheel turn very slowly to the top and then fall quickly making the circle.
To my child's mind the wheel said C-Y STEPHENS, C-Y STEPHENS. When I returned to the mill again, there had been a big rain, and the wheel went very fast and just said Stephens, Stephens. The mill was located on the creek very close to what is now the home of Scott McFARLAND.
This is where my wife, Kitty, grew up and she enjoyed wading in the creek with her brother.
The wheat we took to MARCUM's Mill at Sulphur Well, where it was ground into white flour, and also short (dark) flour. A rope was let down from the window to unload the grain from the wagon.
When I was nineteen years old, I decided to see the world, or at least a part of it, and so I went by train to Texas.
The first year there I cleared a ten acre tract of land in MOSLEY Valley. On this land I raised cotton and oats.
During World War II part of Camp Bowie was located on this same ten acre tract of land.
During my second year I worked at Vernon, Texas, for sixteen dollars a month as a farm hand working with a wheat thresher, and other farm activities.
About this time I was starting to get a little anxious to see home and family again.
Then I met Thaz THOMPSON from Tompkinsville, and he was as anxious as I was to see home, so we decided to make the trip together.We bought a wagon and team and started that direction.
Although we were eager to be home again, we did take time along the way for hunting and fishing. We were seven weeks on the road. We passed through Fort Sill, Oklahoma where a band of Calvary were stationed, although by that time Indians were mostly peaceful.
We crossed the Mississippi River by steam ferry at Memphis, Tennessee. This ferry also carried the train across.
We were much delighted to see home and family again, and I decided I would settle down as I had done enough traveling now.
I purchased a 160 acre tract of land joining that of my father, and have lived there until the present time. This was a very big undertaking, as none of the land was cleared.
So by working hard, and working my very good neighbors hard, at 50 cents per day, we cleared this land.
During the winter when there was no farming to be done, we would sometimes have forty or fifty people working at a time. After the timber was cut we would have log rollings to dispose of all the timber cut.
In December 1896, I was married to Kittie STEPHENS and we moved into a log cabin near my present home. We lived in the log cabin seven years, and then moved into our present home in 1903.
I hauled merchandise from Horse Cave to East Fork merchants, Levi BRAGG and J. T. KEENE.
I was two days and one night making the trip by wagon and team. I usually made two trips a week and in this way I was able to pay for my farm. We have had a good life in Metcalfe County.
We have three children: Leeper, Lewis, and Flora. We have ten grandchildren and nineteen great-grandchildren.
My wife Kitty and myself are still very active, and enjoy our quiet and peaceful existence.
We are starting our 64th year of marriage, and who knows, We may live to set a record.
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Dear Daddy Elam,
I really miss the visits to your home and wish so much that we could go back and do it all over again.
You are one of the sweetest men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Loving you and missing you very much.
Rest peacefully, precious soul, until we meet again in Heaven.
He is the son of Thomas Romines and Susan M. Lewellen Romines.
Elam is the husband of Kitty "Stephens"
And he is the Father of:
Lewis Romines who is my grandfather, Leaper, Flora, and Clarice who died at a young age.
This is an article that my Daddy Elam wrote that was taken from a newpaper clipping.
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Elam ROMINES writes of Early Days:
As Metcalfe County is 100 years old in 1960, and I'm only twelve years behind it, I have several recollections of the early years in this county.
I was born in a log cabin in the Cork community in the year 1872. My parents were some of the early settlers here, and when I was a very small boy, they began building a larger home which still stands today and is lived in by my brother, Henry.
My earliest recollections are of walking barefoot to Mudslash School along with my brothers and neighbor children.The woods were so thick and beautiful with flowers and birds.
As my parents were farmers, every item of food and clothing, with a few exceptions, were grown or fashioned at home.
We grew cabbage, turnips, potatoes, apples, and other fruits and vegetables.
We dug pits, piled them with straw, put in our vegetables and covered them with straw and then dirt.
This is the way we were able to store our food.
Fruits were dried, and many pans of sorghum molasses was made. We always carried a huge basket of food to school for our lunch.
Our lunch consisted of chicken or ham, sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, apple or peach pies, homemade loaf bread, and sorghum sweet cakes.
One of my teachers was Joe Baker WALKUP, who boarded with my parents, and who also shared those delicious baskets of lunch with us. Several other teachers boarded at our home during our school year as well.
Our benches were made a few days before opening of school by
splitting logs and drilling holes in each end, and then joining the legs.
My parents cared for the county paupers and a log house was built on my father's farm just for that purpose.
My mother, Susan, did the cooking for these paupers.
Our corn had to be taken to the mill for grinding and I felt very grown up when I got to make my first trip to Cyrus STEPHENS mill (father of my wife, Kitty).
As the water was very low it took two hours to grind the meal. I sat beside the mill and watched the heavy side of the wheel turn very slowly to the top and then fall quickly making the circle.
To my child's mind the wheel said C-Y STEPHENS, C-Y STEPHENS. When I returned to the mill again, there had been a big rain, and the wheel went very fast and just said Stephens, Stephens. The mill was located on the creek very close to what is now the home of Scott McFARLAND.
This is where my wife, Kitty, grew up and she enjoyed wading in the creek with her brother.
The wheat we took to MARCUM's Mill at Sulphur Well, where it was ground into white flour, and also short (dark) flour. A rope was let down from the window to unload the grain from the wagon.
When I was nineteen years old, I decided to see the world, or at least a part of it, and so I went by train to Texas.
The first year there I cleared a ten acre tract of land in MOSLEY Valley. On this land I raised cotton and oats.
During World War II part of Camp Bowie was located on this same ten acre tract of land.
During my second year I worked at Vernon, Texas, for sixteen dollars a month as a farm hand working with a wheat thresher, and other farm activities.
About this time I was starting to get a little anxious to see home and family again.
Then I met Thaz THOMPSON from Tompkinsville, and he was as anxious as I was to see home, so we decided to make the trip together.We bought a wagon and team and started that direction.
Although we were eager to be home again, we did take time along the way for hunting and fishing. We were seven weeks on the road. We passed through Fort Sill, Oklahoma where a band of Calvary were stationed, although by that time Indians were mostly peaceful.
We crossed the Mississippi River by steam ferry at Memphis, Tennessee. This ferry also carried the train across.
We were much delighted to see home and family again, and I decided I would settle down as I had done enough traveling now.
I purchased a 160 acre tract of land joining that of my father, and have lived there until the present time. This was a very big undertaking, as none of the land was cleared.
So by working hard, and working my very good neighbors hard, at 50 cents per day, we cleared this land.
During the winter when there was no farming to be done, we would sometimes have forty or fifty people working at a time. After the timber was cut we would have log rollings to dispose of all the timber cut.
In December 1896, I was married to Kittie STEPHENS and we moved into a log cabin near my present home. We lived in the log cabin seven years, and then moved into our present home in 1903.
I hauled merchandise from Horse Cave to East Fork merchants, Levi BRAGG and J. T. KEENE.
I was two days and one night making the trip by wagon and team. I usually made two trips a week and in this way I was able to pay for my farm. We have had a good life in Metcalfe County.
We have three children: Leeper, Lewis, and Flora. We have ten grandchildren and nineteen great-grandchildren.
My wife Kitty and myself are still very active, and enjoy our quiet and peaceful existence.
We are starting our 64th year of marriage, and who knows, We may live to set a record.
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Dear Daddy Elam,
I really miss the visits to your home and wish so much that we could go back and do it all over again.
You are one of the sweetest men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Loving you and missing you very much.
Rest peacefully, precious soul, until we meet again in Heaven.
This is my Great Grandfather that we all lovingly called Daddy Elam.
He is the son of Thomas Romines and Susan M. Lewellen Romines.
Elam is the husband of Kitty "Stephens"
And he is the Father of:
Lewis Romines who is my grandfather, Leaper, Flora, and Clarice who died at a young age.
This is an article that my Daddy Elam wrote that was taken from a newpaper clipping.
**********************************
Elam ROMINES writes of Early Days:
As Metcalfe County is 100 years old in 1960, and I'm only twelve years behind it, I have several recollections of the early years in this county.
I was born in a log cabin in the Cork community in the year 1872. My parents were some of the early settlers here, and when I was a very small boy, they began building a larger home which still stands today and is lived in by my brother, Henry.
My earliest recollections are of walking barefoot to Mudslash School along with my brothers and neighbor children.The woods were so thick and beautiful with flowers and birds.
As my parents were farmers, every item of food and clothing, with a few exceptions, were grown or fashioned at home.
We grew cabbage, turnips, potatoes, apples, and other fruits and vegetables.
We dug pits, piled them with straw, put in our vegetables and covered them with straw and then dirt.
This is the way we were able to store our food.
Fruits were dried, and many pans of sorghum molasses was made. We always carried a huge basket of food to school for our lunch.
Our lunch consisted of chicken or ham, sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, apple or peach pies, homemade loaf bread, and sorghum sweet cakes.
One of my teachers was Joe Baker WALKUP, who boarded with my parents, and who also shared those delicious baskets of lunch with us. Several other teachers boarded at our home during our school year as well.
Our benches were made a few days before opening of school by
splitting logs and drilling holes in each end, and then joining the legs.
My parents cared for the county paupers and a log house was built on my father's farm just for that purpose.
My mother, Susan, did the cooking for these paupers.
Our corn had to be taken to the mill for grinding and I felt very grown up when I got to make my first trip to Cyrus STEPHENS mill (father of my wife, Kitty).
As the water was very low it took two hours to grind the meal. I sat beside the mill and watched the heavy side of the wheel turn very slowly to the top and then fall quickly making the circle.
To my child's mind the wheel said C-Y STEPHENS, C-Y STEPHENS. When I returned to the mill again, there had been a big rain, and the wheel went very fast and just said Stephens, Stephens. The mill was located on the creek very close to what is now the home of Scott McFARLAND.
This is where my wife, Kitty, grew up and she enjoyed wading in the creek with her brother.
The wheat we took to MARCUM's Mill at Sulphur Well, where it was ground into white flour, and also short (dark) flour. A rope was let down from the window to unload the grain from the wagon.
When I was nineteen years old, I decided to see the world, or at least a part of it, and so I went by train to Texas.
The first year there I cleared a ten acre tract of land in MOSLEY Valley. On this land I raised cotton and oats.
During World War II part of Camp Bowie was located on this same ten acre tract of land.
During my second year I worked at Vernon, Texas, for sixteen dollars a month as a farm hand working with a wheat thresher, and other farm activities.
About this time I was starting to get a little anxious to see home and family again.
Then I met Thaz THOMPSON from Tompkinsville, and he was as anxious as I was to see home, so we decided to make the trip together.We bought a wagon and team and started that direction.
Although we were eager to be home again, we did take time along the way for hunting and fishing. We were seven weeks on the road. We passed through Fort Sill, Oklahoma where a band of Calvary were stationed, although by that time Indians were mostly peaceful.
We crossed the Mississippi River by steam ferry at Memphis, Tennessee. This ferry also carried the train across.
We were much delighted to see home and family again, and I decided I would settle down as I had done enough traveling now.
I purchased a 160 acre tract of land joining that of my father, and have lived there until the present time. This was a very big undertaking, as none of the land was cleared.
So by working hard, and working my very good neighbors hard, at 50 cents per day, we cleared this land.
During the winter when there was no farming to be done, we would sometimes have forty or fifty people working at a time. After the timber was cut we would have log rollings to dispose of all the timber cut.
In December 1896, I was married to Kittie STEPHENS and we moved into a log cabin near my present home. We lived in the log cabin seven years, and then moved into our present home in 1903.
I hauled merchandise from Horse Cave to East Fork merchants, Levi BRAGG and J. T. KEENE.
I was two days and one night making the trip by wagon and team. I usually made two trips a week and in this way I was able to pay for my farm. We have had a good life in Metcalfe County.
We have three children: Leeper, Lewis, and Flora. We have ten grandchildren and nineteen great-grandchildren.
My wife Kitty and myself are still very active, and enjoy our quiet and peaceful existence.
We are starting our 64th year of marriage, and who knows, We may live to set a record.
*******************************
Dear Daddy Elam,
I really miss the visits to your home and wish so much that we could go back and do it all over again.
You are one of the sweetest men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Loving you and missing you very much.
Rest peacefully, precious soul, until we meet again in Heaven.
He is the son of Thomas Romines and Susan M. Lewellen Romines.
Elam is the husband of Kitty "Stephens"
And he is the Father of:
Lewis Romines who is my grandfather, Leaper, Flora, and Clarice who died at a young age.
This is an article that my Daddy Elam wrote that was taken from a newpaper clipping.
**********************************
Elam ROMINES writes of Early Days:
As Metcalfe County is 100 years old in 1960, and I'm only twelve years behind it, I have several recollections of the early years in this county.
I was born in a log cabin in the Cork community in the year 1872. My parents were some of the early settlers here, and when I was a very small boy, they began building a larger home which still stands today and is lived in by my brother, Henry.
My earliest recollections are of walking barefoot to Mudslash School along with my brothers and neighbor children.The woods were so thick and beautiful with flowers and birds.
As my parents were farmers, every item of food and clothing, with a few exceptions, were grown or fashioned at home.
We grew cabbage, turnips, potatoes, apples, and other fruits and vegetables.
We dug pits, piled them with straw, put in our vegetables and covered them with straw and then dirt.
This is the way we were able to store our food.
Fruits were dried, and many pans of sorghum molasses was made. We always carried a huge basket of food to school for our lunch.
Our lunch consisted of chicken or ham, sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, apple or peach pies, homemade loaf bread, and sorghum sweet cakes.
One of my teachers was Joe Baker WALKUP, who boarded with my parents, and who also shared those delicious baskets of lunch with us. Several other teachers boarded at our home during our school year as well.
Our benches were made a few days before opening of school by
splitting logs and drilling holes in each end, and then joining the legs.
My parents cared for the county paupers and a log house was built on my father's farm just for that purpose.
My mother, Susan, did the cooking for these paupers.
Our corn had to be taken to the mill for grinding and I felt very grown up when I got to make my first trip to Cyrus STEPHENS mill (father of my wife, Kitty).
As the water was very low it took two hours to grind the meal. I sat beside the mill and watched the heavy side of the wheel turn very slowly to the top and then fall quickly making the circle.
To my child's mind the wheel said C-Y STEPHENS, C-Y STEPHENS. When I returned to the mill again, there had been a big rain, and the wheel went very fast and just said Stephens, Stephens. The mill was located on the creek very close to what is now the home of Scott McFARLAND.
This is where my wife, Kitty, grew up and she enjoyed wading in the creek with her brother.
The wheat we took to MARCUM's Mill at Sulphur Well, where it was ground into white flour, and also short (dark) flour. A rope was let down from the window to unload the grain from the wagon.
When I was nineteen years old, I decided to see the world, or at least a part of it, and so I went by train to Texas.
The first year there I cleared a ten acre tract of land in MOSLEY Valley. On this land I raised cotton and oats.
During World War II part of Camp Bowie was located on this same ten acre tract of land.
During my second year I worked at Vernon, Texas, for sixteen dollars a month as a farm hand working with a wheat thresher, and other farm activities.
About this time I was starting to get a little anxious to see home and family again.
Then I met Thaz THOMPSON from Tompkinsville, and he was as anxious as I was to see home, so we decided to make the trip together.We bought a wagon and team and started that direction.
Although we were eager to be home again, we did take time along the way for hunting and fishing. We were seven weeks on the road. We passed through Fort Sill, Oklahoma where a band of Calvary were stationed, although by that time Indians were mostly peaceful.
We crossed the Mississippi River by steam ferry at Memphis, Tennessee. This ferry also carried the train across.
We were much delighted to see home and family again, and I decided I would settle down as I had done enough traveling now.
I purchased a 160 acre tract of land joining that of my father, and have lived there until the present time. This was a very big undertaking, as none of the land was cleared.
So by working hard, and working my very good neighbors hard, at 50 cents per day, we cleared this land.
During the winter when there was no farming to be done, we would sometimes have forty or fifty people working at a time. After the timber was cut we would have log rollings to dispose of all the timber cut.
In December 1896, I was married to Kittie STEPHENS and we moved into a log cabin near my present home. We lived in the log cabin seven years, and then moved into our present home in 1903.
I hauled merchandise from Horse Cave to East Fork merchants, Levi BRAGG and J. T. KEENE.
I was two days and one night making the trip by wagon and team. I usually made two trips a week and in this way I was able to pay for my farm. We have had a good life in Metcalfe County.
We have three children: Leeper, Lewis, and Flora. We have ten grandchildren and nineteen great-grandchildren.
My wife Kitty and myself are still very active, and enjoy our quiet and peaceful existence.
We are starting our 64th year of marriage, and who knows, We may live to set a record.
*******************************
Dear Daddy Elam,
I really miss the visits to your home and wish so much that we could go back and do it all over again.
You are one of the sweetest men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Loving you and missing you very much.
Rest peacefully, precious soul, until we meet again in Heaven.
