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Centennial Anniversary |
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Posted by: harold -
on Sunday, April 25, 2010 - 03:52 PM |
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Sept 1910
F. H. Ard moved his family to Hammonsville Sept. 1910. On April of that year F. H.’s wife Nellie had died of childbirth. The child died in July. I am not sure how he was providing a living for his family, but the grief stricken father moved to Hammondville with five children ages 7-18 to work as a tenant framer for his brother-in-law (husband of his dead wife’s sister).
They were:
Clemmie 18
J. W. near 16
Barnett 13
Auther 9
Mary 7
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The Cabin |
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Posted by: harold -
on Saturday, April 24, 2010 - 06:30 AM |
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Some of this repetion
The story and history of this little dwelling tell much about the F. H. Ard family. The little house is located about 200 yards north northeast of the main family home that F. H. and his five children moved to in September of 1910. Of course as I have mentioned before, F. H. was only a tenant farmer (sharecropper some say) at the time he still lived in the main house on the farm. The cabin must have been a tenant’s house. I doubt that it was old enough to be slave quarters.
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The Ard Family |
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Posted by: harold -
on Friday, April 23, 2010 - 05:00 AM |
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This is the disease that killed Ara and James Samuel. Aunt Mary told me every pregnant woman died and their child also in Hammonsville.
Spanish Flu
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F.H. and Family Early 1900's |
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Posted by: harold -
on Thursday, April 22, 2010 - 05:00 AM |
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5 years into the Hammonsville move J. W. (second child first son) got married, guess what, he moved into a little house on farm. He live there for 3 year having two children. When his wife and youngest child died, he and his oldest child moved back into F.H.’s house.
Less than one year later Barnett got married and move into the same house that J.W. had just moved from. Oct. 1921 J. W. married again but no place to go he and his wife move into F. H.’s house. His father-in-law started building him a house of the southeastern part of the farm.
They were no longer tenant farmers (explain later). Shortly thereafter Barnett build his home a few hundred yards north of J W, house on the old Hammonsville Road.
1928 Arthur got married again he move into house that J.W & Barnett. In mid 30's Mary,"Little Mary", got married and moved to Illinois, but stayed only one year, then moved back to the house the other three married siblings had lived. Fast forward to 1947 when the last member of the third generation was born. 5 members of the 2nd generation, 4 spouses of 2nd generation, 14 children in the 3rd generation and one(1)spouse 2 children of the fourth generation were living on the the farm that F.H. came to in 1910. Only one (1) descendant was living away from that farm 1947 although it was divide up into four or five parts it was still the same farm.
These statements are from my memory as they were relayed to me by others not necessarily family members and very easily challenged. I encouraged all family members to do so.
Comment # 1
one member of the family that is not a member of this web page made a comment that I wish to post. J.W. Barnett, and Arthur were very silent on the matter which we are talking. The information we get are from spouses of those and Mary,"Little Mary",. I had very little contact with Clemmie. what I am saying is that Manley, Vivian, Eddie, and Eva may have greater Ard perspective than all of us.
Comment # 2
The portion that there was 26 members living on the farm in 1947 was incorrect. At on time all 29 members was ling on the farm
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More about Uncle Barnett |
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Posted by: harold -
on Wednesday, April 21, 2010 - 12:05 AM |
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Many will say Uncle Barnett was curious . The whole family yielded to his needs and wants. That may be true, but I am here to say we may not have seen all of Uncle Barnett. While Daddy and Uncle Auther was hard workers, the first to the barn to take care of the daily chores, the first to the field, all of which made them seen and indicated their leadership skills. Uncle Barnett was a blacksmith and loved to work in his shop. He was always there for the family if they needed anything.
One of those times I remember. In late August,1949 we were cutting tobacco on daddy's farm. Of course as all will remember we would cut the tobacco in the afternoon and haul in the AM. I was 8 yeas old and I could cut some of the small growth of tobacco.
At noon, when it was hot, we would not go back to the field until it became a little cooler. One day at noon Daddy and I went out to Uncle Barnett and Daddy ask him to make me a tobacco knife. As I remember he was very happy to accommodate us. I remember watching him make that old fashion tobacco knife.
This is similar, not exact
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This is mostly about Uncle Barnett |
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Posted by: harold -
on Tuesday, April 20, 2010 - 12:05 AM |
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Sometime in the late forties Uncle Barnett built a tobacco barn near the old road. Of course all the males in Ard family that could put on his own overalls were there if not in school. One day when nobody was around but J.W. and Uncle Barnett. Uncle Barnett removed his coveralls and showed J.W. some irritating skin malformations. J.W. told Uncle Barnett that he would see a doctor before sundown if he had those. Uncle Barnett said they could not help him (I think he was right). Shortly thereafter Uncle Barnett started going to Louisville for radium treatments. This went on for about one year. I do believe Charles took Uncle Barnett most of the time, but Ralph took him once or twice and some members of Uncle Arthur family may have took him some. I say this because it was a Ard family function when he went and all things were considered.
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Ard Family |
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Posted by: harold -
on Monday, April 19, 2010 - 12:05 AM |
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F. H. Ard
1868-1941
F. H. was buried about 5- 6 hours before I was born. All that I say about F. H. has come through at least one or more persons. It is so easy to for us to pick up on someone’s glaring defects of character. While we must take some time to evaluate their attributes. Some of the things I have heard about F. H. was his control of his children especially Clemmie. Another was his altercation with Eligh Cruse and Grace Crouch. These things are easy to spot and make good conversation around a pot bellied stove.
From this point on I will look for the bright spots in F. H.’s life. I have heard or remember what I heard very little about F. H. before 1910 when he and his family moved to Hammondsville. On April of that year F. H.’s wife Nellie had died of childbirth. My information on the child is mixed and I will not comment. I am not sure how he was providing a living for his family, but the grief stricken father moved to Hammondville with five children ages 7-18 to work as a tenant framer for his brother-in-law (husband of his dead wife’s sister).
Everything I hear from family and others was that F. H. taught his off springs a work ethic that was a conversation piece in Hammondville. That included all. Aunt Clemmie became the matron of the household. Some say that F. H. objected highly to her considering any marital leaning. Aunt Clemmie never married.
Some may say that F. H. held onto his children to a fault. I think he did. It was for his own financial, emotional, and social reasons as well as those same reasons for his children.
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F.H. Ard |
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Posted by: harold -
on Sunday, April 18, 2010 - 02:05 PM |
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Some things about the F. H. Ard Family
My fraternal Grandfather, F. H. Ard, was born in Barren County (1868) and moved to southeastern Hart County after marrying a Hart County girl, Nellie Burd. My grandfather moved to the Hammondville area in the fall of 1910. Sadly, Nellie had died of childbirth in April of that same year. F. H. lived on a farm owned by his brother-in-law. In 1921, F. H., my father, and his brothers purchased that farm. All lived and died there.
At the time the Ards moved to Hammondville, the community had one educated individual: Dr. Mark Lively. When a new mailbox was set at the lane to my grandfather Ard’s home, one neighbor saw the name F. H. Ard and went to ask Dr. Mark what A-R-D spelled. Dr. Mark replied quickly, “Not a damn thing.” Years later, I learned its meaning, though while I was in Hartford, CT waiting on a plane that did not arrive. I was shuffled off to a motel to wait for another the next day. One of the passengers was an Irishman who was telling me not to hold his heritage against him. When I told him my ancestors were Irish, he asked my name. I told him, and he was elated. He said, “It was translated as high in old Gaelic”. I understood that to be a greeting, “Hey or HI” but what he meant I am sure was now: high, towering, tall, big, loud, height, high place, fell, incline, district, region, direction, compass point, pole as stated in Kelly’s Dictionary
The history of this family is filled with sadness. The most talked to me was an event started in 1915. My father married Ara Gardner. In 1916, they had a daughter, Nellie. In 1918 they had a son; both the mother and son died of the Spanish flu. This illness hit the whole world for about three weeks, killing 20 million people, according to World Book Encyclopedia.
About 1929 J.W”s brother, Arthur, was living in the very same house as the above mentioned scene. Arthur and his wife lost an infant son.
As I started my search I noted in 1910, “Nellie” F. H.’s wife died of childbirth and the child died 3 months later. Also, F.H. and Nellie lost another infant child in 1906.
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Children |
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Posted by: harold -
on Wednesday, July 11, 2007 - 05:02 PM |
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Our children live in a triangle of 6560 highway miles while their mother and I live 210 miles outside of the triangle. We do not get too many opportunities to hug them but we try to stay in touch. Thank God we had each of them for 18 years.
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Mike's Pics |
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Posted by: harold -
on Monday, May 21, 2007 - 11:33 AM |
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Of the pics Mike sent this is my favorite. Here lies the memory of my early childhood. The pic is of my father's brother, his brother's wife and youngest son in their front yard, however looking in the background there are two farm buildings that happen to be part of my mother's homestead.
When I speak at fellowship meetings I state I was not raised by a family, I was raised by a clan. Maybe I should say I was raised by two clans.
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My Father and Handguns |
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Posted by: harold -
on Sunday, April 22, 2007 - 12:47 PM |
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This story has many facets I hope I can bring them all together. This story takes place sometimes between 1911-1914. My father, a teenager standing 5 ft. 7 inches and weighing about 120 lb., thought he would have a better standing with his peers if he had a pistol to carry. After the sale of some commodity he purchased a handgun.
His first night out with his handgun, there was a half moon in the east, not dark, not bright. The barn, where my father's riding horse was housed, was built with a driveway running east to west with stalls on each side for horses and cows. This night the doors on the east side were closed and the west side open. This left the driveway with some light, but very little.
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Weirdharold’s Father-in-Law |
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Posted by: harold -
on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 08:39 AM |
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December 21, 2006
Bill Minor
P O Box 1243
Jackson, MS
RE: Floating symbol reminds us of Good War'
Mr. Bill
After reading your above-mentioned piece in the Daily Journal, it brought to my mind a gentleman very important to me. Carl Taylor (1908-1984) was my father-in-law who served on the Intrepid 1943-1945. I met him when I started dating his daughter, now my wife, in the last part of 1957. Carl was an Irishman, as I am. Carl was 33 years my senior. We came from the same background, Central Kentucky. An area where cash was hard to obtain in the early part of the Twentieth Century. Carl could certainly be called a workaholic, some mental health practitioners might consider him an alcoholic with some anger management problems that come with that type of character. I consider myself to have the same temperament.
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Stories From the table |
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Posted by: harold -
on Wednesday, October 04, 2006 - 09:57 AM |
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Sadie
Back in the mid 30s or early 40s, there was a joint effort to bale hay or thrash wheat at my mother's farm. My mother’s job was to feed all the workers. There was just as much effort in the kitchen as in the field. There would be many women coordinating a meal in a very small kitchen and dining room. There would be more than one table of men and sometimes the men would come out of the field to dinner in shifts so as not to waste so much time at the table. Sometimes they all came in at the same time and use the waiting time to socialize.
The menu could be anything that was produced on the farms in the area. The women would bring something from their home and the lady from the house where the meal was being served coordinated this effort.
One day at my mother's kitchen the work was hectic, and our small house was very crowded. It was getting close to time for the men to come in from the field. Mother reached into the cabinet for an empty plate. She promptly put the plate on the table. Someone in the dining area thought it was inappropriate for an empty plate to be on the table and asked, "Mary why are you putting an empty plate on the table"? Mother replied, "That is for Sadie's chicken." Sadie who had been comfortably out of the way spoke up, "Well if y’all want the chicken, it is down in the chicken pen. Y'all can go down and get it if you want it.”
Nellie
I stayed with my sister, Nellie, and her family many times during my last childhood year and early teens years. Her children, my nephews, were my favorites playmates. I stayed overnight many times. One overnight stay I remember Nellie had picked up one dozen salted fish at Bailey Chelf's store in Jonesville. She and Ralph were living in the Sand Hollow house at that time.
I guess the secret to preparing fish in brine is to take out the proper amount of the salt. I got up one Sunday morning with Phil and Larry and we go down to breakfast. Nellie was at the stove cooking the fish. Shortly after we arrive we sat at the table to eat the salted fish. We all must have been very hungry. Ralph ate four, I ate three, Phil ate two and Larry and Nellie ate one each. One was left for the hounds. I never could cook salted fish like that. I never tried to hard either.
Breakfast at Uncle Arthur's
Breakfast at Uncle Arthur's is so interesting it should be reproduced. The food is secondary to the acts of all the parties. I cannot remember being there before Ruth was married and left home. I would be sleeping with Tommy and I would arise with him. We would head downstairs, the first to see would be Aunt Ethel at stove ready to take orders for breakfast. Gordon would be seaed at the south end of the table stirring his coffee. Coman would have finished eating and sitting at the table looking as if he were chilly. Uncle Arthur, most likely would have already left the house to take care of the livestock. Tommy and I would be seated and give our request for breakfast. Bacon, eggs, gravy and biscuits were my favorites and I as remember they were always available. Allen would arrive at the table next shortly followed by James. Each would give their breakfast order to Aunt Ethel.
A meal I would like to forget
It is mid-spring 1949, in Hammondville, Kentucky. The odor of spring in Kentucky filled the air. I am sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner (lunch main meal of the day). Those with me are my mother, father, two older sisters and my Grandfather’s brother who was epileptic. The meal was, from the beginning, interrupted by my puppy/dog, about nine months old, yelping and barking chasing chickens, pigs, cattle, mules or anything this rabid dog could do to relieve her pain.
I remember that part of the menu was fried chicken. Sometime after the meal began my father said he had had enough, he was taking the dog down to the stripping room, hold her there and see how her condition played out. He came back to the house later and that is all that I remember.
Note: All stories are true as best I can remember or as I was told. One name is fictional |
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Hodgenville Athelete Makes News |
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Posted by: harold -
on Friday, July 28, 2006 - 08:55 AM |
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Click here
Half way down the page Newton hits first HOMER. Very news worthy.
Note: Submitted by member via e-mail |
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My Mother & Father |
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Posted by: harold -
on Saturday, May 13, 2006 - 12:03 AM |
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My mother and father were married October 12, 1921 in Buffalo, KY. This was just a few days short of three years from the dates my father's first wife and son (my brother) had died of the Spanish flu pandemic in 1918. My father had a daughter born 2 years before the pandemic. She was nearly five years old when my father and mother got married. My mother and father’s families lived less than one mile apart in a very secluded area of Hart County, Kentucky. They moved into the house with my paternal grandfather, my father's two sisters and a brother. This house was on the farm purchased by my father, his father and brother about two years earlier. There was another house on the farm, but was occupied by my father's brother, his wife and one year old daughter. In short order my maternal grandfather and others started building a house for my mother and father on the same farm.
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Plaque for Honor of Service |
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Posted by: harold -
on Wednesday, March 01, 2006 - 03:28 PM |
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Here is a Plaque for Honor of Service for a man that always preached the Gospel and used very few words
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Grounding a Pandemic |
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Posted by: harold -
on Monday, June 06, 2005 - 10:25 AM |
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I am posting this to remind my family that my brother and his mother died from this disease in 1918
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Weirdharold is not eating chicken
Note: From the text: The precedent that experts fear is the 1918 flu pandemic, which began in the American Midwest and swept the planet in the era before air travel, killing 20 million to 40 million people. As John M. Barry, author of "The Great Influenza," has observed, "Influenza killed more people in a year than the Black Death of the Middle Ages killed in a century; it killed more people in 24 weeks than AIDS has killed in 24 years." |
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My friend Ray |
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Posted by: harold -
on Sunday, April 10, 2005 - 07:39 PM |
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My friend Like me, Ray has use the whole world as his resting place. Starting here in Tupelo Ray was born about 500 yards from where Elvis was born and 101 day later in the year (1935).
Ray's father and mother was friends to Elvis's father and mother, but Ray and Elvis were not ever together as Ray remembers. Ray's mother loaned Elvis's mother a dress to wear to Elvis's twin brother funeral. Ray's father and Elvis's father found making a living very hard during the depression. They worked together on some endeavors that some would find not so exemplary. In 1948 Elvis's family left Tupelo going to Memphis in a jetty buggy, at the same time Ray's family left for Detroit. Ray did not like Detroit so he quit school and work at other things
One of the first times I meet Ray I told him I was born in KY. He said he had worked in Elizabethtown in the fifties. He went on to explain he painted a funeral home there. I assume it to be (Dixon/Atwood). He said said he notice there was a hearse that had been used many years as an ambulance was setting in a shelter. They took the siren off the vehicle and he took the vehicle as payment for painting services. Ray has many stories to tell of the hearse. Ray reminds me of Uncle Paul and Uncle Bob.
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