Upper Level: William Kendrick and Sarah Jones

Monday, January 14, 2013

William Kendrick and Sarah Jones

William Kendrick
Born abt 1704 King William, Virginia
Occupation: Surveyor
Parents John Kendrick and Mary Turner
Married Sarah Jones abt 1730
Died 1 Jul 1777 Bute County, North Carolina
Note: Bute county became Warren county
Will dated 12 Jan 1776 probated in Bute County court, Nov 1777
HIS WILL
In the name of God Amen, I William Kendrick of Bute County in the Province of North Carolina being in perfect health and memory Thanks to God, and calling to mind the uncertainty of this life as knowing it is appointed to all men once to die and desirous to settle things in order to make constitute and appoint this and no other to be my last will and testament in manner and form following, that is to say, first and principally I give my soul to God the giver thereof in hopes to receive the same again at the Joyful Resurrection at the last day with a full and free pardon of all my sins and transgressions through the Death and merits of my blessed Savior and Redeemer Jesus Christ and my body to the earth from whence it was taken to be buried in a decent and Christian like manner, and as touching such worldly estate as the Lord in mercy hath lent me my will and desire is that the same be imployed first my will and desire is that all my just debts and funeral expenses be first paid.
Item: I leave and bequeath to my son John and James to them and each of them one shilling sterling.
Item: I leave and bequeath to my daughters Mary, Sarah, Rebecca, and Martha to them and each of them one shilling sterling.
Item: I leave and bequeath to my grandson Benjamin Thornton Forty Shillings Virginia money, to be paid to him when he shall arrive at the age of eighteen years.
Item: I leave and bequeath to my son Jones all that part of my land below the main branch running below the plantation whereon I now live it being the land my son James formerly lived on, to him and his heirs and assigns forever.
Item: I leave and bequeath to my son Isham after my wife's death my plantation whereon I now live together with all the land thereunto belonging not before mentioned to him, his heirs and assigns forever.
Item: I leave give and bequeath unto my son Isham aforesaid after my wife's decease my negro wench named Linder and all her increase to him and his heirs forever, and my will is that after my wife's decease the rest of my estate not before herein mentioned be equally divided between my two sons last mentioned (to wit) Jones and Isham to be divided in the effects and that nothing be sold of my estate on account of division and lastly I do nominate and appoint my well respected friend Captain Philip Burford Executor and my well beloved wife Sarah Kendrick Executrix to this my last will and testament utterly revoking and voiding all other will or wills by me made allowing this to be my last, in witness whereof I have hereunto set my hand and seal this 12 day of January 1776. S/William Kendrick (SEAL)
Signed, Sealed and declared in Presence of: John White, Druery Jackson, Benja Edwards
Bute County November Count 1777
This account of the Estate of William Kendrick deceased was returned into Court by Philip Burford esquire, one of hte Executors and on oath ordered to be recorded. Test: S/Thomas Machin C.C.
Sources
Book: Coneto Creek Taylors by Jesse L. Warner page 38, page 69-70
Historic Southern Families Volume 1 p 34
William and Mary Quarterly Vol 20 page 266
http://genforum.genealogy.com/kendrick/messages/1328.html
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
Sarah Jones
Born Jul 1715 Nansemond, Suffolk, Virginia
Parents Robert Jones and Rebecca Braswell
Died Feb 1796 Warren County, North Carolina
HER WILL
In The Name of god Amen I Sarah Kendrick of the County of Warren State of North Caroline being low in health but sound in mind and disposing Memory do make this my last will & testament revoking all others of a earlier date to the purpose my soul. I recomment to Almighty god who gave me it and my body to the Clay to be decently buried by my friend hereafter named.
I give to my (grandson) Benjamin Thornton one feather bed, 2 sheets, 1 bolster and one spotted counterpin and also one more new Counterpin and one yarn blanket and also five head of cattle now in my possession and also their increase that they may have hereafter during my life
and I also give and bequeath to him my before named Ben Thornton one horse now called and known by the name of said Thornton and also one mare I also give and bequeath to him my said Thornton one pewter Diah, 6 plates and one bason and six spoons and one safe and one skillet and 2 flat irons and all my plantation table and one woolen wheel and two pair of collin cards and one sitting chair and all my crops of all kinds of grain and tobo flax cotten peas and potatoes and meat of all kinds that I may die possesssed of and all the money that may be in my possession of my own property and I also give to my three daughters to be equally divided all my clothes as at the directions of my exra to wit Mary Fox, Rebecca Nicholson, Marthy Wood. I hereby Nominate and appoint Ben Thornton & Wyatt Hawkins Exrs to this my Last WIll and Testament as Witness My hand and Seal this 23rd day of May Anno Dom 1793
Her X- Sarah Kendrick
Sources
William and Mary Quarterly Vol 20 page 266
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1

CHILDREN

Burwell Kendrick (not theirs)
Notation saying he isn't one of the children of this couple: Book: Coneto Creek Taylors by Jesse L. Warner (1975) page 39
James Kendrick
Born abt 1733 Isle of Wight, Virginia
Married Susannah Roberson Mar 1755
Children: John, William, James, Benjamin, Martin, Jones, Sarah
Note: I have an extra child: Jonathan, who may or may not belong here
Military: Revolutionary War (Captain Richard Coleman's Company)
August 1778 Captain under Colonel Ambrose Ramsey
Also active 1779-1781
Known battles: Briar Creek, Georgia
Died abt 1798 Wilkes County, Georgia
Sources
Military: Book: NC Patriots 1775-1783 page 546
Book: Coneto Creek Taylors by Jesse L. Warner (1975) page 39
Virginia Gen. Vol 1:Boddie p 35-36
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
*Captain John Kendrick
Born 30 Jun 1735 Gloucester, King William, Virginia
Military: Revolutionary War (Captain Richard Coleman's Company)
1776: Lieutenant under Captain Richard Stroder and Colonel Ambrose Ramsey
1781: Lieutenant under Captain William Gholson and Colonel Ambrose Ramsey
Married Amy Fox abt 1758
Children: Mollie, William, Sarah, Keziah, John, Elizabeth, James, Obedience, Lucy
Died: Will proven July 1811 Mecklenburg, Virginia
Sources
Military: Book: NC Patriots 1775-1783 page 546
Book: Coneto Creek Taylors by Jesse L. Warner (1975) page 39
William and Mary Quarterly Vol 20 page 266
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
Mary Kendrick
Born 12 Apr 1738 Virginia
Married William Fox son of Richard Fox and Hannah Williamson
Children: Richard
Died before 1795 Mecklenburg, Virginia
Sources
Book: Coneto Creek Taylors by Jesse L. Warner (1975) page 39
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
Benjamin Kendrick
Born abt 1740 Greenville, North Carolina
Sources
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
Rebecca Kendrick
Born abt 1742 Edgecomb County, North Carolina
Married Mr Nicholson
Sources
Book: Coneto Creek Taylors by Jesse L. Warner (1975) page 39
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
Sarah Kendrick
Born abt 1744 Greenville, Edgecomb, North Carolina
Married Mr Thornton
Children: Benjamin
Died: pre-1796 - she is not named in her mother's will - her son is.
Sources
Book: Coneto Creek Taylors by Jesse L. Warner (1975) page 39
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
Martin Kendrick
Born abt 1745 Edgecomb County, North Carolina
Military: Revolutionary War
Died: he is not in his father's will and therefore must have died pre-1776
Sources
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
Martha Kendrick
Born 7 Jan 1747 Edgecomb County, North Carolina
Married William? Alston Wood
Sources
Book: Coneto Creek Taylors by Jesse L. Warner (1975) page 39
http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/read/KENDRICK/1999-06/0928290596
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
Jones Kendrick
Born abt 1750 King William, Virginia
Married Margaret
Sources
Book: Coneto Creek Taylors by Jesse L. Warner (1975) page 39
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1
Isham Kendrick
Born abt 1753 Virginia
Military: Revolutionary War
1780-81: Private under Captain Sterling Clark and Major Charles Davis
Known battles: Cowpens in SC
Married 1) Elizabeth Tucker 31 Oct 1781
2) Elizabeth Duncan 17 Apr 1788 Warren, North Carolina
Children: Alston (there are more, I just want proof)
Died 17 Mar 1818 Spartanburg, South Carolina?
Sources
Military: Book: NC Patriots 1775-1783 page 546
Old Southern Bible Records page 179
http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/read/KENDRICK/1999-06/0928290596
http://deepsouthernroots.familytreeguide.com/getperson.php?personID=I525&tree=T1

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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."

Monday, January 14, 2013

William Kendrick and Sarah Jones

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