Upper Level: Captain John Kendrick 1735-1811 and Amy Fox

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Captain John Kendrick 1735-1811 and Amy Fox

Captain John Kendrick
Born 30 Jun 1735 Gloucester, King William, Virginia
Parents William Kendrick and Sarah Jones
Married Amy Fox abt 1758 Kentucky
Military: Granville NC Militia in 1754 for the French and Indian War
Captain in American Revolution
First Lieutenant in Capt James Lewis' Company on Oct 13, 1777 Took oath as a militia officer on May 11, 1778
Died 1811 Mecklenburg, Virginia
His will dated 1807, proven in July 1811:
In the name of God, Amen. I John Kindrick of the County of Mecklenburg and State of Virginia being in perfect sense and memory blessed be God for the same but calling to mind the mortality of my body and that it is appointed for all men once to die, do make and ordain this my last Will and Testament in manner and form following, that is to say first and principally I recommend my soul to God the giver thereof in full hopes of my resurrection through the merits of Jesus Christ my Saviur and my body to be buried in Christian like and decent manner at the discretion of my Executors hereafter mentioned and as for what worldly goods it hath pleased God to bless me with in this life, I give and dispose of in the following manner Viz: I leave unto my beloved wife Amy Kindrick the use only of my Negroes to wit old Mingo, Phillis, James and Lutitia during her life and after her death to go as shall be hereinafter divided. Also the use of my plantation and land, work horses, tools of all kinds, and all conveniences thereon, Household and Kitchen furniture, stock of all kinds during her life and after her death all that part I lend my wife during her life together with the land and Planatation stock of all kinds be sold and the money equally divided between all my surviving children. My desire and will is that my Negro man James be sold after the death of my wife and the money equally divided between the Children of my daughter Molly Cunningham, dec'd to wit: Keziah Cunningham, Jacob Cunningham, Rebecca Cunningham, Jones Cunningham, George Cunningham, and Sally K. Cunningham, Baird Cunningham, My grandson John Cunningham to have twenty Pounds of the money arising therefrom. I also desire that my Negro boy Mingo and my Negro girl Amey be hired out until the children of my son William Kendrick, dec'd shall come of age after that to be sold and the money equally divided between the said children, to them and their heirs forever. I give and devise to my daughter Sarah Patrick my Negro woman Patt together with her present and future increase except Albert, to her and her heirs forever. I give to my daughter Keziah Stevens my Negro woman Sook she and her increase forever. I give and devise to my son John Kindrick my Negro man Mingo and my Negro woman Phillis after the death of my wife to him and his heirs forever. I give and devise to my daughter Betsey Price my Negro girl named Milley to her and her heirs forever. I give and devise to my son James Kindrick my Negro girl named Sarah and also one cow and calf to him and his heirs forever. I give and devise unto my daughter Obedience Dinkins my Negro woman named Viney she and her increase forever. I give and devise to my daughter Lucy Dinkins my Negro woman named Rachel she and her increase forever. I give to my grandson Greenberry Stephens my long gun also my saddle and Bridle. I give to my grandson Asa Stevens my Squirrel gun. My desire and will is that Reuben and Jordon Evans serve their time out with my son James Kendrick after the death of my wife. My desire is that John Stevens take Clissa Evans a Mulatto boy and have him bound to him till he shall arrive at the age of 21 years. My desire further is that my stock of all kinds be sold after the death of my wife also five good beds and furniture my household and kitchen furniture, cupboard, plantation tools of all kinds and my conveniences of every kind be sold by my Executors and the money arising therefrom after paying my just debts to be equally divided between all my surviving children. My desire is that there be no appraisement or Inventory of my Estate and lastly I nominate my beloved friends William Langley and Anderson Paschall to be my Executors of this my last Will and Testament hereby revoking and disannulling all other former will or testament by me heretofor made and ordaining this and this only to be my last. In Witness whereof I have here unto set my hand and seal this tenth day of October 1807. Signed sealed and acknowledged in the presence of us. John Kindrick Clement Read Christopher Haskins Walter C. Langley At a Court held for Mecklenburg County the 15th day of July 1811 this will was proved by the oaths of Clement Read and William C. Langley one of the Executors therein named Personally appeared in Court and refused to take upon himself the burthen of the execution thereof and on the motion of Anderson Paschall the other Executor therein named who made oath thereto together with Clement Read and William C. Langley his securities entered into and acknowledged their bond in penalty of fifteen thousand dollars conditioned as the law directs. Certificate was granted him for obtaining a probate of the said will in due form. Teste: William Bashwell, C.C.
Sources
Tillman and Hamilton family records with their many ancestral lineages Vol 1 page 80
Mecklenburg O.B. 4, p. 374
Historical Southern Families Vol 1, p 48
NC Collections. & State Records, v.22, p 373
Will of John Kendrick: http://files.usgwarchives.net/va/mecklenburg/wills/k536001.txt,
Amy Fox
Born 1740 Virginia
Parents Col Richard Fox and Hannah Williamson
Died after 1811
Sources
William and Mary Quarterly Vol 20 page 265-6 By Lyon Gardiner Tyler, Earl Gregg Swem, Richard Lee Morton, 1912
The Dinkins and Springs Families by Captain James Dinkins, 1908 page 11
Tillman and Hamilton family records with their many ancestral lineages Vol 1 page 80
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CHILDREN

Mary (Mollie) Kendrick
Born abt 1760 King William, Virginia
Married Isaac Cunningham about 1776
Children: Keziah, Jacob, Rebecca, Jones, George, Sally, Baird, John
Died pre-1807 according to her father's will
Sources
Family Search
William Kendrick
Born abt 1762 King William, Virginia
Married Winifred (Winnie) Darnell 9 Sep 1794 Mecklenburg County, North Carolina
Note: Winifred remarried after William died to Stephen Smith
Children with William: Edmond, Richard, Sarah
Died pre-1807 according to his father's will - which doesn't name these children by their name (see the will listed above) but does take care of William's children.
Sources
North Carolina County Marriages 1762-1979 Film 000546461
Note: her name is spelled Winny in record
For Winifred's will: South Carolina Probate Records, Files and Loose Papers, 1732-1964
Family Search
*Sarah Kendrick
Born abt 1763 Mecklenburg, Virginia
Married John Patrick 29 Sep 1779 Mecklenburg, Virginia
Children: William, Sally, John, Luke, Mary, James, Elizabeth, Nancy, Wiley, Allen, Ludson
Died 14 Mar 1833 Missouri
Sources
Family Search
Keziah Kendrick
Born abt 1766 Mecklenburg, Virginia
Married John Stephens 11 Jan 1791 Warren County, North Carolina
Note: her given name spelled Cusiah in record
Children: Asa, Benjamin, Greenberry
Died 14 Mar 1833 North Carolina
Sources
Online Marriage Bonds, North Carolina
John Kendrick Jr
Born abt 1767 King William, Virginia
Married Martha Dinkins 1785 Warren County, North Carolina
Children: Green, John, Frederick, eight others
Died 1825
Sources
Family Search
Elizabeth (Betsy) Kendrick
Born abt 1770 King Willam, Virginia
Married John Price 10 Oct 1787 Warren County, North Carolina
Sources
Family Search
James Kendrick
Born abt 1772 King William, Virginia
Married Elizabeth Wright 12 Dec 1797 Mecklenburg, Virginia
Died
Sources
Family Search
Obedience Kendrick
Born abt 1774 King William, Virginia
Married 1) John Osbourne 6 Jan 1796 Warren County, North Carolina (he died 1801)
2) Joshua Dinkins
Died
Sources
The Dinkins and Springs Families by Captain James Dinkins, 1908, page 11
Lucy Kendrick
Born abt 1776 King William, Virginia
Married James Dinkins 5 Jan 1796 Warren County, North Carolina
Children: Lewis, Sarah, Louisa, Rufus, Lucinda, Alexander
Died 1849
Sources
The Dinkins and Springs Families by Captain James Dinkins, 1908, page 5, 11

6 comments:

KarilynJuly 6, 2016 at 8:24 PM
HOLY HANNAH. I just came across your page here, and I'm going through Kleenex like crazy. This is my 6th Great Grandfather, I'm through his daughter, Sarah, who married John Patrick and their daughter, Elizabeth (Patrick) who married William Taylor. I guess I'm in a state of very happy and excited shock right now, thank you so very much for posting this and making it available. You are indeed an earthly angel.
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MichelleJuly 8, 2016 at 7:21 AM
Then we are cousins as I am also a descendant of William. Thank you for your kind words.
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SherylEliseSeptember 18, 2017 at 10:56 AM
Do you know of any Tillman or Dinkins relations that lived in Shreveport or Minden, Louisiana?
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UnknownAugust 9, 2018 at 7:15 AM
I am descended from Sarah Kendrick and John Patrick,
their son Wiley Jones Patrick (m. Margaret Shortle Reynolds),
his daughter Nancy Margaret Patrick (m. Charles T. Jones),
her son Valentine B. Jones (m. Bessie Murphey),
his son Bruce Murphey Jones, and me Roxana Jones. Roxie.Jones1@gmail.com
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AlenaDecember 5, 2021 at 12:53 AM
I'm also related to this Capt John Kendrick through his granddaughter Sarah J Kendrick, who married Nathaniel Cunningham. My maternal grandmother was a Cunningham. We have some great ancestors from this family. And did either of you also read up on Amy Fox Kenrick, wife of this Capt John Kendrick? It was stated she was the most beautiful woman in all of South Carolina, and had a beautiful spirit to go with it. She was very compassionate and carrying for the community and well loved and respected. It's wonderful to find this posting. Thanks so much. Best wishes to all in your ancestry pursuits. I'm Helen Davies/East Texas.
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From a Funeral Program

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not for too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone

It's all part of the Master's plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the hills we know

And bury your sorrow among the trees

Miss me, but let me go.

The Line

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

I'm My Own Grandpa

Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I got married to a widow
who was as pretty as could be.
She had a grown up daughter
who had a hair of red.
My father fell in love with her
and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother -in-law to dad
and so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother to the widow's grown-up- daughter,
who of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild.
and every time I think of it,
it simply makes me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

Quotes from the Prophets

President Gordon B Hinckley: "It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future. It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead. It is good to reflect upon the work of those who labored so hard and gained so little in this world, but out of whose dreams and early plans so well nurtured, has come a great harvest of which we are the beneficiaries. Their tremendous example can become a compelling motivation for us all, for each of us is a pioneer in his own life."

President Spencer W Kimball: "I hope to see us dissolve the artificial boundary line we so often place between missionary work and temple and genealogical work, because it is the same great redemptive work!"

President Joseph Fielding Smith: " The responsibility on behalf of our kindred dead rests with equal force on all, according to our individual ability and opportunities...the greatest and grandest duty of all is to labor for the dead."

The Passing of the Pot (Chamber Pot)

As far back in childhood
As memory may go
One household vessel greets me
That wasn't made for show
Beneath the bed twas anchored
Where only few could see
But served the entire family
With equal privacy
Some called the critter Peggy
And some the thundermug
And others called it badger
A few called it jug
To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt
But heaven help the person
Who had to take it out
Our big one was enormous
And would accomodate
A watermelon party
Composed of six or eight
When nights were dark and rainy
It was a useful urn
On icy winter mornings
The cold rim seemed to burn
At times when things were rushing
And business extra good
Each took his turn a waiting
Or did the best he could
Sometimes when in a hurry
To our disgust and shame
We fumbled in the darkness
And slightly missed our aim
The special one for company
Was decorated well
But just the same it rendered
That old familiar smell
Today this modernism
Relieves me a lot
And only in my vision
I see that homely pot.
(author unknown)

Poem about ancestors

Though steep is the path I follow today,
The footprints of time will show me the way.
For many have traveled a smiliar road,
And carried an equal of heavier load.

No troubles I face are new to this earth,
That man has not faced from time of his birth.
The route has been charted and roads have been paved
By legions before me who were stalwart and brave.

Their steps never faltered nor courage grew dim,
For they trusted the Lord and let Him led them.
If my faith and my trust remain steadfast and true,
God will guide and protect me in all that I do.
- Dolores Karides

The Elusive Ancestor

I went searching for an ancestor.
I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place
and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned.
He mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to
take the US census

He always kept his luggage packed,
This man who had no fame,
and every 20 years or so,
This rascal changed his name.
No one else inthis world is
searching for this elusive man,
so I play "Gene-solitaire"
To find him, if I can!

I'm told he's buried in a plot,
with tombstone he was blessed;
but the weather took engravings,
and some vandals took the rest.
He died before the county clerks
were appointed to keep records
No family Bible has emerged -
In spite of all my efforts.

To top it off, this elusive ancestor
who has caused me many groans -
left me even one more challenge:
He brothed a lady,
by the name of "Jones"!
(Got this from a publication
put out by the DUP organization
that names the author: Merrell Kenworthy)

Poem: Heaven's Door

If I should go before you,

If life on earth were through;

I'll stop just inside Heaven's door,

and there I'll wait for you.

You've but to look 'cross star filled skies,

Past the moon and then beyond;

To know my leaving could never break,

This heart's undying bond.

And if you should go before me,

If your journey on earth were through;

You know I will be close behind,

I'll never be far from you.

Across the span of time and space,

This love will reach this far;

For you'll always carry a bit of my heart,

No matter where you are.

Allison Chambers Coxsey©1995 ~ All Rights Reserved

Which Shall It Be? by Adelaide Proctor

Which shall it be?

"Which shall it be? Which shall it be?
I looked at John and John looked at me,
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak:
˜Tell me again what Robert said,"
And then I, listening, bent my head.
This is his letter:˜I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given."

I looked at John's old garments worn;
I thought of all that he had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing, could not share;
I thought of seven young mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

˜Come, John,said I,
We'll choose among them as they lie
Asleep. So, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band:
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby, slept.
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in a loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: ˜Not her!"

We stooped beside the trundle bed,
And one long ray of twilight shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so beautiful and fair;
I saw on James rough, red cheek
A tear undried. E'er John could speak,
He's but a baby, too," said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient, Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace.
˜No, for a thousand crowns, not him!"
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son”
Turbulent, restless, idle one”
Could he be spared?
Nay, He who gave
Bade us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart could be
Patient enough for such as he;
˜And so," said John, ˜I would not dare
To take him from her bedside prayer."

Then stole we softly up above,
And knelt by Mary, child of love;
˜Perhaps for her ˜twould better be,"
I said to John. Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in a wilful way,
And shook his head: ˜Nay, love, not thee,
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad,
So like his father. ˜No, John, no!
I cannot, will not, let him go."

And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterward toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed,
Happy in truth that not one face
Was missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in heaven."