Bridges Reunion in Merkel, Texas 1945

BRIDGES FAMILY HOSTS REUNION

Merkel, Texas 

News article in The Abilene Reporter-News

Friday Morning, October 19, 1945, p.11

 The Article reads: 

MERKEL Oct 18 -- Mrs. Lucy Ford hosted a reunion of the sons and daughters of the late Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Bridges, the first time members of the family had been together in more than 15 years. Eight of the 9 sons and daughters present were H.S. Bridges of Rotan, Mrs. J. A. Collum of Lamesa, Mrs. Daisy Dwiggins of Merkel, Mrs. M. H. Jones of Thalia, Mrs. O. S. Campbell of Roby, J.H. Bridges of Lamesa, Mrs. Faye Lyles of Savoy and the hostess. 

2023 Comes To A Close

 

Martin Harmon & Mattie Bell Jones 50th Wedding Anniversary

 

They were married 28 June 1896 at the Bridges' home in Orangeville, Fannin County, Texas.This was just across the county line from Whitewright, Grayson County, Texas. This news article was most likely from the Vernon Daily Record. I found this in my mother's (Carolita Quillin) family heritage album. 

History of Martin Harmon Jones

Remembrances of Martin Harmon Jones by his grandchildren  

 Martin Harmon Jones

Background History

 Interview with Carolita Quillin Jones

March 1, 2003

Recorded by Nancy Quillin Long

Martin Harmon (Granddaddy Jones) was one of Carolita’s favorite people.  The Joneses were the salt of the earth but were considered “hayseed” country people. 

 

Carolita remembers Martin Harmon being a well-framed, handsome man of medium height.  He was thin, but not poorly.  He was a very quiet, unassuming, gentle man.  He was very kind and soft-spoken.   He was a spiritual man and didn’t make much adieu about it.  He was honest, upstanding and hardworking.  Martin Harmon always wore suspenders and long sleeve shirts with kaki pants. He had false teeth but never wore them; he even ate without them.  He whittled and made the children whistles out of hollow willow stalks.

 

Carolita’s first recollection of Martin Harmon was as a janitor at the Thalia schools.  Carolita would help him sometimes with his chores there.  She remembers him sprinkling the floor with “O’Cedar” and sweeping and cleaning the floors.  He would also attend the boilers and did most anything that needed to be done at the school.  Martin Harmon was responsible to ring the school bell in the morning for the start of the day, at noon, and again for school to let out. 

 

Carolita was told that he was a day laborer, mostly clearing land or tending to other people’s land.  He was basically a sharecropper.  Martin Harmon never owned any land himself. During the Depression, the Jones family would have practically starved if it had not been for Joe Carroll Jones.

 

Granddaddy Jones did night watch at the cotton gin.  His assignment was to make sure that a fire was not ignited.  When the cotton bales came off the press, they would be so hot they could easily ignite.

 

Martin Harmon fell into bad health with heart problems, yet he never complained.  Carolita remembers him being short winded and that his nose would bleed profusely. 

After he fell into ill health, Pap (Jo Carroll Jones, his son) moved Martin Harmon and Mattie Bell’s 2-room house onto his property in Thalia.  They placed the home at the back of the property.  Carolita remembers him sitting in his chair at the back of the house.  He would always lean the chair against the wall.

 

Martin Harmon loved to help with the animals.  He would milk the cow, keep some of the milk for himself and bring the rest to Ava.  He tended the chickens for Ava, and he cared for their horse.

 

They dug a cellar in the dirt, and Martin Harmon was the storm watcher.  They would gather everyone in the cellar and Martin Harmon would stand outside and watch the storm.  Carolita remembered getting to go out and watch with him.  She felt that she learned a lot about the weather from him. 

 

Inside the dirt cellar, Martin Harmon dug a hole to keep his cash.  No one, save Eddie Hugh knew where the money was hidden.  Martin Harmon was saving this cash (not much more than $100) to pay an old grocery bill.  When he died, Eddie Hugh told the family about the money, and they all wanted to split the cash among themselves.  They eventually did split the money and it also split the family.  Jo Carroll was left to pay the grocery bill.  All the Jones family would have starved if it had not been for Joe Carroll who always had work and a little money and didn’t mind caring for his family.

 

Granddaddy (Martin Harmon) was crazy about Carolita’s son, Bryan, and Truman, her husband, loved to hang out with him.  Martin Harmon loved fishing and would fish with a cane pole.  Truman and Martin Harmon were great fishing buddies. 

 

His death certificate says that Martin Harmon died quickly of a heart attack.

 

 Martin Harmon Jones is remembered by his grandson.
February 12, 2013         Interview with my uncle, Martin Frank Jones
I went to visit with Martin.  The following is from that visit.  See also the printed copy of Martin Frank’s blog.  Several years ago, Martin Frank wrote his memories down and now is placing them a little at a time on his blog. 
 
Martin Harmon Jones never owned anything.  He grubbed out mesquite trees, chopped cotton, and was a day laborer for other farmers.   People thought a lot of him.  He was known as “Farmer Jones”.  He always lived on farms.  When the Depression hit, he lived in a 2 room house that Mimi and Pappy had lived in.  They moved to their house on the hill.   When that home burned, Mimi and Pap rented from Allen Schulty, and then bought the Stovall’s house (the house by the school).  When Martin Harmon developed bad heart problems, Pappy moved the little 2 room house onto their lot, very close, so that Mimi could care for them.  That is the house that Martin Harmon lived in when he died.  Pappy had purchased a home in Crowell that he was letting Martin/Vonne live in, and when he retired from farming, Martin and Vonne bought a house by the school and Mimi and Pap moved to Crowell.  Pappy moved that little 2 room house to Crowell and place it on a lot just across a pasture for Mattie Bell to live in.  Pap added a room to it.  Pap also purchased the house right next door and Bill/Faye lived there until Bill got a job as a game warden in Canadian.  When Bill/Faye moved, Pap sold Mattie’s house and moved her in next door. 

 

History of Mattie Bell Bridges Jones

 

Interview with Carolita Jones Quillin

March 1, 2003

Done by Nancy Quillin Long

 

 
Background History
Mattie Bell Bridges Jones

 

Mattie Bell was a short, pudgy lady with a round belly.  She wore her hair pulled back into a bun.  Mattie had lots of vanity and was meticulous in her dress.  She liked new things. 

 

Mattie was a sickly woman, but she did not look sickly.  Carolita always thought her to be a hypochondriac.  Mattie would take to the bed for weeks having others care for her.  She was very demanding of others, and Carolita remembers Granddaddy getting off the tractor to come in to give her her pills.  Carolita remembers all of Mattie’s children being called to her bedside, thinking that she was dying.  The grandchildren were made to stand outside, and they could hear her carrying on.  

 

Martin Harmon would do lots of the cooking and household chores and Mattie would pack her bags and leave for 2-3 weeks at a time to go visit her sisters.

 

Mattie Bell was very demanding of Ava as well.  For most of Ava and Jo Carroll’s married life, Mattie and Martin Harmon lived in their back door.  Ava would take care of them daily.

 

Mattie Bell was highly thought of and very religious (not spiritual).  She would always be with her church friends and most of them were gossips.  She was a “loper.”  Carolita remembers her getting up very early, putting on her bonnet, and making the neighborhood rounds.  She would then come in through the back door of Carolita’s house croaking, “Lazy, lazy, lazy,” if no one was up yet.  Mattie Bell would always say, “I just don’t know what to think of these young people.  They’re just going to the dogs.”  She tended to hoard things and would dole it out later.  For example, if she had fresh fruit, she would finally offer it to the grandchildren when it was nearly ruined.

Mattie Bell Jones Death Certificate

 Daughter Lucy Day gave the name of Mattie's father incorrectly. 

It should be William L Bridges. 

1880 Census Mattie Bell Bridges

 My great-grandmother, Mattie Bell Bridges Jones, is found living with her father and mother in Dalton, Whitfield, Georgia, line 14. Her father was William Bridges. Her mother was Hattie Springfield. 

1900 Census Martin Harmon and Mattie Bell Jones

 They are found on the last two lines of the census sheet.

Places I Remember

 

Legend of Rudolph

 Before we know Rudolph and his story, we should know about Bob May, the person behind this kid's favorite because the actual story of the creator of Rudolph is also not less than any astonishing fairy-tale. Bob May's wife, Evelyn, was a cancer patient nearing death. They had a little daughter who, on a December night, approached him with a question "Why isn't mommy just like everybody else's mommy?" She was wondering why her mother always stayed away from her. Bob wanted to give a Christmas gift to his daughter, but his wife's treatment had left him bankrupt. Left with not even a single cent, Bob decided to gift a story book to her, and this led to the creation of the wonderful character Rudolph. Since then, the legend of Rudolph has become a prominent Christmas legend.

Truman Bryan Quillin, Jr. 1957

 Bryan would have been 10 or 11 years old in this photo. I separated this picture to post it alone. There is such a story told by the surroundings. First, there was a much-loved swing set that was homemade for our use in the backyard. I notice that Mother has the proverbial white picket fence at this point. And how could I overlook the water cooler air conditioner in the window? I remember Mother placing me on her bed during the summer for naps directly in front of this cooler. It would drown out the noise and I would be perfectly fine napping for some time each afternoon, safe and secure on my parents' bed. 

Grandma and Santa Claus

 I found this story in 2011. I made a copy of it for my files. I believe the author is unknown, found a link to the story at GRANDMA AND SANTA CLAUS — God's Other Ways (godsotherways.com) shared by Donna Kersey.

 Santa Claus and Grandma

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a
bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally, it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: **$19.95.**

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

I John 4:19 We love each other because He loved us first. 

Poodle Skirts 1956

 I feel certain that either Mother or Mimi made this fantastic poodle skirt. They were the rage and you can see how proud Paula is of her new skirt. And take a look at how dapper Bryan looks. They were quite a pair. I was 10 years younger than my brother and 6 years younger than my sister, so I grew up completely different circles and in a different time and place than my siblings.

My Big Brother 1956

 Truman Bryan Quillin, Jr

Christmas 1957 with Granny Hart

 For some reason there were very few pictures of this Christmas. We always had Christmas on Christmas Eve at Granny's (Merphia Ewing Hart) house. Then on Christmas morning, we had our tree at home. We would then go to Crowell, Texas, to spend the day with Mother's family, Ava and Joe Carroll Jones. 

Me and my cousin, David Carver

My Aunt Billye Merle Carver and cousin Beverly

My beautiful aunt, Billye Merle Quillin Carver

Christmas 1957

 

Psalm 23 - Put Into Perspective

 PSALM 23

The Lord is my Shepherd ----- that's a Relationship!

 I shall not want ----- that's Supply!

 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures ----that's Rest!

 He leadeth me beside the still waters -----that's Refreshment!

 He restoreth my soul ----- that's Healing!

 He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness --that's Guidance!

 For His name sake ----- that's Purpose!

 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death--that'sTesting!

 I will fear no evil ----- that's Protection!

For Thou art with me ----- that's Faithfulness!

 Thy rod and Thy staff comfort me -----that's Discipline!

 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies------that's Hope!

 Thou annointest my head with oil -----that's Consecration!

 My cup runneth over ----- that's Abundance!

 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life----that's Blessing!

 And I will dwell in the house of the Lord -----that's Security!

 Forever ----- that's Eternity!

Remember Your Roots

 

Holiday Months Create a Break from Genealogy

CHRISTMAS 1957

Though I am addicted to family research, I am aware that at times we have to take a step back. The holiday months are hectic with all the trimmings that come with the season. My research has been intense with the Vineyard, Campbell lines. It takes up space in my mind and time to dig, compare, have all the screens open... searching for that small tidbit that could be the next steppingstone. 

I'm going to focus on Christmas Past and all the joys of the season. I also love the inspirational things that I have saved over the years to give me direction. So... for a while, I will share, old Christmas photos, devotionals, quotes, and just things that have given me my "bottom line" strength, things that reach down to my soul. 

I praise and thank God for my mother and daddy who taught me to stand firm, believe in Him and know that I am worthy and loved.

My family research is my escape...I often say that I enjoy my old ancestors more than I do the recent social medias with all the noise and chatter. My ancestors can't hide behind what isn't real. I learn valuable lessons from all of their experiences. This doesn't mean to say, that every now and then I may get sidetracked back to my first love and have to take a peek at genealogy.... but for now, I'll take a break and share some inspirational topics.

May We Always Be Thankful

 

My Commentary

And the tradition lives on…. until now, it seems. Today, it feels as if we skip our blessings that are given by God in order to focus on the commercialism of Christmas. It is no longer acceptable to voice our belief in the one almighty God who brought us to this day as a nation. Today Christians are BASHED for our beliefs and made to feel that we are racists and bigots which to me is the farthest thing from my thoughts. It's being thrust on us as we are being faced with the counterculture movement. We stand by and watch as our inherited culture in the United States is torn down by those who have no grounding in what our American culture is all about. What is being removed slowly will cause the demise of our democracy. This nation was founded on God, patriotism, and family….and within each of those, there is extreme decay.  The immigrants that are pouring over our borders have NO understanding what our culture is, nor do they have any family members that have sacrificed for our freedoms.  We must stand firm in our belief system of basic American principles.

Thanksgiving 1782-1863

 

1,200+ George Washington Illustrations, Royalty-Free Vector Graphics & Clip Art - iStock | George washington portrait, Abraham lincoln, Presidents day (istockphoto.com)

Thanksgiving Proclamations in the Early Republic

The Continental Congress issued several ‘national days of prayer, humiliation, and thanksgiving’... a practice continued by Washington and Adams under the constitution. This proclamation was published in “The Independent Gazetteer” on November 5, 1782.

“… Do hereby recommend it to the inhabitants of these States in general, to observe and request the several states to interpose their authority, in appointing and commanding the observation of THURSDAY the TWENTY-EIGHTH DAY OF NOVEMBER next as a day of SOLEMN THANKSGIVING to GOD for all His mercies; and they do further recommend to all ranks to testify their gratitude to God for His goodness by a cheerful obedience to His laws and by promoting, each in his station, and by his influence, the practice of true and undefiled religion, which is the great foundation of public prosperity and national happiness…”

 November 26, 1789: George Washington Calls for Day of Thanksgiving

George Washington, now serving as the first President of the United States, took Congress’s recommendation to call for a National Day of Thanksgiving and prayer in gratitude for the end of the Revolutionary War. Washington observed the holiday by attending church and then donating money and food to prisoners and debtors in New York City jails.

 Presidents Washington, John Adams, James Madison renewed the tradition, followed by a campaign by Sara Hale in 1846 to make Thanksgiving a national holiday.

President Abraham Lincoln followed up during the Civil War celebrating National Thanksgiving Day on the final Thursday 26 Nov 1863 which was written up in a document by his Secretary of State William H. Seward. “…I do therefore invite my fellow-citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens…”

Thanksgiving 1775-1777

 

“First Thanksgiving at Plymouth” oil painting by Jennie A. Brownscombe, circa 1914

History of the First Thanksgiving - History of Massachusetts Blog

November 23, 1775 in the run up to the Revolutionary War, Boston patriots published an anti-British proclamation for a “Day of public Thanksgiving” throughout the Massachusetts Colony. “That such a Band of Union, founded upon the best Principles, unites the American Colonies; That our Rights and Privileges . . . are so far preserved to us, notwithstanding all the attempts of our barbarous Enemies to deprive us of them. And to offer up humble and fervent Prayers to Almighty GOD, for the whole British Empire; especially for the UNITED AMERICAN COLONIES."

 December 18, 1777: 13 Colonies Celebrate a Thanksgiving

To celebrate the victory of American Continental forces over the British in the Battle of Saratoga, commander-in-chief George Washington called for Thursday, December 18 to be set aside for “Solemn Thanksgiving and Praise.” It was the first time that all 13 colonies celebrated a day of thanksgiving in unison.

A True American Tradition - Thanksgiving

https://historyofmassachusetts.org

Thanksgiving is truly an American tradition. I was listening to a program last night, and it was brought to my attention how little our society today really knows about Thanksgiving and why we have this special day of thanks. It seems that most people feel it is for eating and watching football, which are all part of what we do today. The true reason for the holiday is rooted deep in American history and should not be forgotten by the American people. My people were well rooted in America when this Holdiay became a recognized as a National Day of Celebration.

I did some research using the two following sources: 
https://www.history.com/news/thanksgiving-timeline
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving_(United_States)

and here is what I found. 
There’s no holiday that’s more quintessentially American than Thanksgiving.

In 1541, the Spanish explorer Francisco Vasquez de Coronado accompanied by 1500 armored men left Mexico City and marched north in search of gold. They camped in Palo Duro Canyon and their priest Juan de Padilla called for a feast of prayer and thanksgiving.

In 1598, in a second Texas town a wealthy Spanish dignitary Juan de Oñate was granted land among the pueblo Indians as he blazed a path across the Chihuahau Desert. After 10 days of rest near San Elizario, Texas, Oñate ordered a feast of thanksgiving. "We built a great bonfire and roasted the meat and fish, and then all sat down to a repast the like of which we had never enjoyed before…We were happy that our trials were over; as happy as were the passengers in the Ark when they saw the dove returning with the olive branch in his beak, bringing tidings that the deluge had subsided."

In 1607, English colonists at Fort St. George assemble for a harvest feast and prayer meeting with the Abenaki Indians in Maine.

In 1621: The Plymouth Feast. Archive evidence comes from a letter from Plymouth colonist Edward Winslow that the colonists wanted to celebrate their first good crop of corn and barley grown with generous assistance from the native Wampanoag Indians. So the English colonists sent out four men to kill “as much fowl” as they could in one day, and invited King Massasoit and 90 of his men “so we might after a more special manner rejoice together.” The king brought five deer to the three-day party, which 19th-century New Englanders would later promote as the origin of modern Thanksgiving.

William Bradford, in “Of Plymouth Plantation” documents much about this harvest that became the first Thanksgiving.

  TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.

The Ant and the Contact Lens

https://www.godvine.com/read/The-Ant-and-the-Contact-Lens-491.html

THE ANT AND THE CONTACT LENS

Elisabeth Elliot published the story above in her 1995 book, “Keep A Quiet Heart” (Servant Publications, Ann Arbor Michigan). She says the story is a first-person account given to her from Brenda Foltz of Princeton, Minnesota based on an event that occurred on her first rock-climbing experience.

           Brenda was a young woman who was invited to go rock climbing.  Although she was scared to death, she went with her group to a tremendous granite cliff.  In spite of her fear, she put on the gear, took a hold on the rope, and started up the face of that rock.

          Well, she got to a ledge where she could take a breather.  As she was hanging on there, the safety rope snapped against Brenda’s eye and knocked out her contact lens.  Here she was on a rock ledge, with hundreds of feet below her and hundreds of feet above her.  Of course, she looked and looked, hoping it had landed on the ledge, but it just wasn’t there.  Here she was, far from home, her sight now blurry.  She was desperate and began to get upset, so she prayed to the Lord to help her find it.  When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but there was no contact lens to be found. 

          She sat down, despondent, with the rest of the party, waiting for the rest of them to make it up the face of the cliff.  She looked out across range after range of mountains, thinking of that Bible verse that says, “The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth.”

          She thought, “Lord, You can see all these mountains.  You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is.  Please help me.”

          Finally, they walked down the trail to the bottom.  At the bottom there was a new party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff.  One of them shouted out, “Hey, you guys!  Anybody lose a contact lens?”

          That would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it?  An ant was moving slowly across the face of the rock, carrying it.  Brenda told me that her father was a cartoonist.  When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a picture of an ant lugging that contact lens with the words, “Lord, I don’t know why You want me to carry this thing.  I can’t eat it, and it’s awfully heavy.  But if this is what You want me to do, I’ll carry it for You.”

          It would do us good to occasionally say, “God, I don’t know why you want me to carry this load.  I can see no good in it and it’s awfully heavy.  But, if you want me to carry it, I will.”  God doesn’t call the qualified; He qualifies the called.

          He is our source of existence and our Savior.  He keeps us functioning each and everyday.  Without Him, we are nothing, but with Him, we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us.  (Philippians 4:13)

Our Birthdays 1961

AUGUST
I am 5 years old.

Receiving a Chatty Cathy doll was a big deal. I played a lot with this doll. I WAS LOVED.

SEPTEMBER
Paula is 11 years old.

Birthday Party - Paula is in the middle. Her best friend, Karen, is turning to look at the camera and I am to the right of Karen. These are mainly neighborhood kids.

OCTOBER

Byan is 14 years old.

Sources for Christopher Vineyard

 Sources for Christopher Vineyard

Compiled by Nancy Quillin Long

Nov 2023

Vineyard, Truett. Interview by Jewell Bell Krauss. 1982. Great grandson of my George Vineyard 1756. Grandson of George Vineyard, Jr. 1838, who is brother to my Edna C Vineyard.

Morton, Oren Frederic. A history of Rockbridge County, Virginia. Staunton, Va.: McClure Co., 1920. [Online publication - Provo, UT: The Generations Network, Inc., 2005. (Ancestry.com filmstrip #66)]

 

A roster of Revolutionary ancestors of the Indiana Daughters of the American Revolution, vol. II [online data: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2005, filmstrip #1018]

 

Summers, Lewis Preston. Annals of southwest Virginia, 1769-1800. Abingdon, Va.: L.P. Summers, 1929. Botetourt County, 1769-1800. [Online publication - Provo, UT: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2005. Filmstrip # 153]

 

Summers, Lewis Preston. Annals of southwest Virginia, 1769-1800. Abingdon, Va.: L.P. Summers, 1929. Index p.1747 [Online publication - Provo, UT: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2005. Filmstrip # 1789]

 

The Preston and Virginia papers of the Draper Collection of Manuscripts. Madison: State Historical Society of Wisconsin, 1915, p. 206 [Online publication - Provo, UT: The Generations Network, Inc., 2005. Filmstrip #214]. Ancestry.com

 

Franklin Mousley, Havertown, PA.  "Virginia Genealogical Society Quarterly Bulletin," Series: IV; Vol: 2; Chapter: 1 April 1966; Section: Va. Gen. Soc. Qt. Bulletin; page 28.

 

Virginia Genealogical Society Quarterly, vol. 4 no. 2, p. 28. [online data: https://www.ancestry.com/imageviewer/collections/6131/images/VGS_1966_01_01_0028?pId=506496028, filmstrip #6]

 

"Virginia Genealogical Society Quarterly Bulletin" Series: IV; Vol: 2; Chapter: 1 April 1966; Section: Va. Gen. Soc. Qt. Bulletin; page 28.

 

Chalkley, Lyman. Chronicles of the Scotch-Irish Settlement in Virginia, 1745-1800. Extracted from the Original Court Records of Augusta County. Baltimore: Genealogical [Online publication - Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2004. Virginia Land, Marriage, and Probate Records, 1639-1850]

 

https://www.werelate.org/wiki/Family:John_Croddy_and_Margaret_Vineyard_%281%29

Note: I’m not convinced that Christopher was married to ELIZABETH PRESTON.

 

VINEYARDS - DAR

Jewell Bell Krauss honored both my George and Christopher Vineyard for their service in the American Revolution.

DAR Genealogical Research Databases

VINEYARD, GEORGE

Ancestor #: A118926

Service: 

 

VIRGINIA    Rank(s): PRIVATE

Birth: 

 

6-21-1759    PENNSYLVANIA

Death: 

 

10-5-1852     SCOTT CO VIRGINIA

Pension Number: 

 

*S7794

Service Source: 

 

*S7794

Service Description: 

 

1) CAPTS HILL, DAVID GRAY, JAMES GILMAN, ROCKBRIDGE CO MILITIA

 VINEYARD, CHRISTOPHER

Ancestor #: A118925

Service: 

 

VIRGINIA    Rank(s): PATRIOTIC SERVICE

Birth: 

 

1741    GERMANY

Death: 

 

POST 11-3-1807     ROCKBRIDGE CO VIRGINIA

Service Source: 

 

ABERCROMBIE & SLATTEN, VA REV PUB CLAIMS, VOL 3, P 823

Service Description: 

 

1) ROCKBRIGE CO.,HELPED PROVISION THE ARMY