Notes for Paul Ray Martin:

General Notes:

Paul R. Martin grew up in Tobaccoville, North Carolina, where he remembers a very happy childhood. Rolling a wheel and guiding it with a stiff wire could whittle away the hours of a long summer afternoon. But he soon grew up and had to help work on the farm. His father had died about a month before Paul was nine years old and he has fond memories of his father as he sat in the warmth of his lap in the mornings listening to his mother prepare breakfast. He recalls in the evenings when his father would pop corn over the flames in the fireplace. He was already married with two children when his mother died, but his feeling of loss was very great. She had carried the role of both parents in his life for so many years.

When Paul left home to find a job, he chose his occupation due to availability and stayed with his job at Western Electric until he retired thirty-five years later. On June 25, 1950, for reasons that were never made clear, North Korea attacked South Korea and the world changed. Paul was drafted into the army on 25 Oct 1950. He left Tobaccoville for Fort Jackson, SC, was processed into the Army there and ten days later was sent to Camp Polk, LA on a troop train. He took basic training at Camp Polk, LA and by 1 Apr 1951 the Thunderbirds were on the high seas - destination Hokkaido, Japan. The convoy moved across the Gulf of Mexico into the Caribbean and through the Panama Canal. From the Canal Zone, some ships struck directly across the Pacific, while others, like the "General William Wiegle", swung north, stopping briefly at San Francisco. Paul was on this ship. After landing at Muroran on Hokkaido, the cold, northermost island of Japan, the 45th Division was moved by train to Chitose and Camp Crawford. Here in Camp Crawford Paul and his buddies were put through an intense training program. By fall, winter camps were completed and the Thunderbirds moved out of the tents and into buildings erected at Chitose. The Division completed its regular cycle of combat training and undertook an intensified program of exercises in landing, air transport and small arms fire. With completion of this phase of training, Paul and his buddies were given short leaves. Noboriebetsu, Japan was a popular site for relaxation and rest and Paul has some great memories of leave time spent there. In November, the Division was ordered to Korea. As each unit moved up, it received cold weather instructions, advice from the outgoing troops and then "faced the front" in freezing cold weather under clear skies. On 22 Dec 1951, Paul left Hokkaido, Japan for Korea, arriving on 30 Dec 1951, landing at Inchon. He traveled to the front line on an old train that had all the windows shot out. The temperature was 20 degrees below zero. He stayed in Korea, serving as a Sergeant in the Medical Detachment of the 45th Division, 120th Combat Engineers Battallion as a medic until 10 Jul 1952, when he left for Sasebo, Japan. He left Sasebo, Japan on the "General Black" landing in San Francisco, CA at the end of Jul 1952. The guys were met by the ever loyal Red Cross with coffee, doughnuts and off in the distance, out of sight and hearing was Betty Hutton to entertain the returning troops. In 1989, Paul organized a reunion of some of the men he served with in Korea. They had not seen each other for about 37 years and yet their conversations began on the same note as when they last spoke. And, although the Korean War was known as "the forgotten war" they shared memories that only they could understand. Our country lost over 36,500 men in that war, how can it be forgotten?

Paul flew from there to Fort Jackson,SC, took a thirty day leave, came home and bought a new 1952 Ford. He received his separation papers on 25 Sep 1952. In October of 1952, Paul returned to work at Western Electric Company in Winston-Salem, North Carolina . It was here he met his wife, Jo. They met in January of 1954 and were married 30 Apr 1954 in York, South Carolina. Paul and Jo began saving and planning to build a home and in July of 1959 they moved with their two children into a new home at 4965 Hauser Drive in Pfafftown, North Carolina. Paul retired from Western Electric Company in 1982 and that summer he and Jo took a trip to Hawaii. After Jo retired they spent the next nine years traveling all over the US and Canada. In September of 1993, Paul suffered a stroke. Thankfully, he had a remarkable physical recovery but had some memory loss. Later, he developed Alzheimer Disease and died from this on Monday, July 3, 2006 in Boise, ID.

BOISE, Idaho - Paul R. Martin, passed away Monday, July 3, 2006, in Boise, Idaho. He was born Jan. 9, 1928, in Tobaccoville, N.C., to William R. and Eliza Long Martin. Paul was a veteran of the Korean War, serving as a sergeant in the medical detachment of the 45th Division, 120th Combat Engineers Battalion from October 1950 to September 1952. He returned to his job at Western Electric and retired from there in 1982 with 35 years of service. After his retirement, he loved planning and attending annual reunions for a small group of his Korean buddies and their wives. Paul was a Christian by faith, a very kind and generous man who loved his family dearly. He will be sorely missed by all who knew him. He is survived by his wife, Mary Jo Jackson Martin; his daughter, Teri Lyn Dove of Southport; his son and daughter-in-law, Brent and Victoria Miller of Boise, Idaho; a granddaughter, Christine and husband Nick Paskett; a great- granddaughter Ashton Jade Paskett of Boise, Idaho; a sister, Eva Johnson of East Bend, N.C.; a brother, Roy W. Martin of Winston-Salem, N.C.; and many nieces and nephews. Paul was preceded in death by his parents; two brothers, Arthur Martin and Grady E. Martin; and three sisters, Della Martin Shamel, Alice Martin George and Beulah Martin Shore. A memorial service to celebrate the life of Paul will be held at 6 p.m. today, July 9, at Vogler & Sons Reynolda Road Chapel. The family will receive friends following the service until 9 p.m. The family suggests that memorials be made to any charity of the donor's choice.

Published in the Winston-Salem Journal from 7/8/2006 - 7/9/2006.

Notes for Paul Ray Martin:

General Notes:

Paul R. Martin grew up in Tobaccoville, North Carolina, where he remembers a very happy childhood. Rolling a wheel and guiding it with a stiff wire could whittle away the hours of a long summer afternoon. But he soon grew up and had to help work on the farm. His father had died about a month before Paul was nine years old and he has fond memories of his father as he sat in the warmth of his lap in the mornings listening to his mother prepare breakfast. He recalls in the evenings when his father would pop corn over the flames in the fireplace. He was already married with two children when his mother died, but his feeling of loss was very great. She had carried the role of both parents in his life for so many years.

When Paul left home to find a job, he chose his occupation due to availability and stayed with his job at Western Electric until he retired thirty-five years later. On June 25, 1950, for reasons that were never made clear, North Korea attacked South Korea and the world changed. Paul was drafted into the army on 25 Oct 1950. He left Tobaccoville for Fort Jackson, SC, was processed into the Army there and ten days later was sent to Camp Polk, LA on a troop train. He took basic training at Camp Polk, LA and by 1 Apr 1951 the Thunderbirds were on the high seas - destination Hokkaido, Japan. The convoy moved across the Gulf of Mexico into the Caribbean and through the Panama Canal. From the Canal Zone, some ships struck directly across the Pacific, while others, like the "General William Wiegle", swung north, stopping briefly at San Francisco. Paul was on this ship. After landing at Muroran on Hokkaido, the cold, northermost island of Japan, the 45th Division was moved by train to Chitose and Camp Crawford. Here in Camp Crawford Paul and his buddies were put through an intense training program. By fall, winter camps were completed and the Thunderbirds moved out of the tents and into buildings erected at Chitose. The Division completed its regular cycle of combat training and undertook an intensified program of exercises in landing, air transport and small arms fire. With completion of this phase of training, Paul and his buddies were given short leaves. Noboriebetsu, Japan was a popular site for relaxation and rest and Paul has some great memories of leave time spent there. In November, the Division was ordered to Korea. As each unit moved up, it received cold weather instructions, advice from the outgoing troops and then "faced the front" in freezing cold weather under clear skies. On 22 Dec 1951, Paul left Hokkaido, Japan for Korea, arriving on 30 Dec 1951, landing at Inchon. He traveled to the front line on an old train that had all the windows shot out. The temperature was 20 degrees below zero. He stayed in Korea, serving as a Sergeant in the Medical Detachment of the 45th Division, 120th Combat Engineers Battallion as a medic until 10 Jul 1952, when he left for Sasebo, Japan. He left Sasebo, Japan on the "General Black" landing in San Francisco, CA at the end of Jul 1952. The guys were met by the ever loyal Red Cross with coffee, doughnuts and off in the distance, out of sight and hearing was Betty Hutton to entertain the returning troops. In 1989, Paul organized a reunion of some of the men he served with in Korea. They had not seen each other for about 37 years and yet their conversations began on the same note as when they last spoke. And, although the Korean War was known as "the forgotten war" they shared memories that only they could understand. Our country lost over 36,500 men in that war, how can it be forgotten?

Paul flew from there to Fort Jackson,SC, took a thirty day leave, came home and bought a new 1952 Ford. He received his separation papers on 25 Sep 1952. In October of 1952, Paul returned to work at Western Electric Company in Winston-Salem, North Carolina . It was here he met his wife, Jo. They met in January of 1954 and were married 30 Apr 1954 in York, South Carolina. Paul and Jo began saving and planning to build a home and in July of 1959 they moved with their two children into a new home at 4965 Hauser Drive in Pfafftown, North Carolina. Paul retired from Western Electric Company in 1982 and that summer he and Jo took a trip to Hawaii. After Jo retired they spent the next nine years traveling all over the US and Canada. In September of 1993, Paul suffered a stroke. Thankfully, he had a remarkable physical recovery but had some memory loss. Later, he developed Alzheimer Disease and died from this on Monday, July 3, 2006 in Boise, ID.

BOISE, Idaho - Paul R. Martin, passed away Monday, July 3, 2006, in Boise, Idaho. He was born Jan. 9, 1928, in Tobaccoville, N.C., to William R. and Eliza Long Martin. Paul was a veteran of the Korean War, serving as a sergeant in the medical detachment of the 45th Division, 120th Combat Engineers Battalion from October 1950 to September 1952. He returned to his job at Western Electric and retired from there in 1982 with 35 years of service. After his retirement, he loved planning and attending annual reunions for a small group of his Korean buddies and their wives. Paul was a Christian by faith, a very kind and generous man who loved his family dearly. He will be sorely missed by all who knew him. He is survived by his wife, Mary Jo Jackson Martin; his daughter, Teri Lyn Dove of Southport; his son and daughter-in-law, Brent and Victoria Miller of Boise, Idaho; a granddaughter, Christine and husband Nick Paskett; a great- granddaughter Ashton Jade Paskett of Boise, Idaho; a sister, Eva Johnson of East Bend, N.C.; a brother, Roy W. Martin of Winston-Salem, N.C.; and many nieces and nephews. Paul was preceded in death by his parents; two brothers, Arthur Martin and Grady E. Martin; and three sisters, Della Martin Shamel, Alice Martin George and Beulah Martin Shore. A memorial service to celebrate the life of Paul will be held at 6 p.m. today, July 9, at Vogler & Sons Reynolda Road Chapel. The family will receive friends following the service until 9 p.m. The family suggests that memorials be made to any charity of the donor's choice.

Published in the Winston-Salem Journal from 7/8/2006 - 7/9/2006.

Notes for Mary Jo Jackson:

General Notes:

Mary " Jo" Martin was born 30 Sep 1931 in Stokes Co.,North Carolina, to Joseph D. and Della Mae Inman Jackson. When she was just an infant, her parents lived in a small community near Walnut Cove, North Carolina. Her mother had to get water to wash the clothes from a nearby spring. Then she would boil the clothes in a black iron pot that hung over a fire in the yard. One day she left her baby, Jo, just long enough to get some rinse water from the spring. When she returned to the house and walked in, a stranger was standing over the baby's crib getting ready to pick the child up. Della found that he and his former pregnant wife had lived in this house prior to their separation. He had returned, thinking the child was his baby and told Della he had planned to take the child, had she not walked in when she did. Wonder just how different Jo's life would have been without the love of her mom and dad. I am Jo, and everyday of my life I have thanked God for the two parents I had. I feel that who I am and how I think and reason about life is due to the love and nurturing care I received as I was growing up. We were not rich with money, but very rich in love and the things that mattered. We always had plenty of food, good shelter, warm clothing, and lots of work to keep us busy. We had special events in our lives that to this day are sweet memories. Once, the "real" Santa Claus came to see me on Christmas Eve, bringing a doll, a highchair for the doll and a tricycle. I was told to open the door when the knock came. When I did, this huge big Santa reached down, swooped me up and sat me on his lap. While he was asking if I had been a good little girl, I was wetting him in real Christmas terror. He quickly handed me to my Mom and said he assumed I had been a good little girl, and gave me my toys. Some years later, when I was 16 years old, I visited a friend in that community and while at church on Sunday morning, a gentleman came up to me and asked if I was Joe Jackson's oldest daughter. I told him I was and he asked if I remembered my visit from Santa. Needless to say, my face was red with the memories.

I began school at Sandy Ridge, North Carolina, moving from there to Lawsonville School in Stokes Co., from there to Germanton, North Carolina, on to Winston-Salem,North Carolina, to Westfield School in Surry Co.,North Carolina, and finally to Nancy Reynolds School in Stokes, North Carolina. All of this moving around during school years was due to my dad's job with the North Carolina State Highway Department. My parents bought a farm when I was a freshman in high school. The farm house was quite a comedown from other places we had lived so it was some time before I felt comfortable in this new home. It was a log house, cool in the summer and also cool in the winter. It was heated by wood stoves. I remember my mom heating black irons on the stove, wrapping them in towels and placing them at the foot of the bed in the winter time so my sister and I could warm our cold feet.

Life on the farm in the late 40's was hard. Water had to be wound from a well. There was no indoor plumbing which meant I normally did not drink a lot before retiring at night. Food for the table was raised in the gardens and my Mom canned what was eaten in the winter months along with the cured hams, other pork and occasionally some beef that a peddler would bring by. The only food items bought at a store were flour, cornmeal, sugar, salt, pepper and lots of Karo syrup. My sister ,my Dad and I loved mom's big hot biscuits with butter and Karo syrup. I never enjoyed farm life. Probably because at the time my Dad begin farming I had just realized I was a girl and was concerned about how I looked. It was very difficult to feel feminine after milking a cow before going to school in the mornings. I could never get the smell of warm milk from my hands. While in high school I had a job in the school office and also helped some of the teachers in their homes with baby sitting, ironing clothes, etc. to make some spending money. These were the days before "allowances" for children. (If someone had asked my Dad about giving my sister and me an allowance, he would have assured them he was "allowing" us to live in a warm house and have all we wanted to eat). A lot of the money I made on my odd jobs was spent for "Evening in Paris" cologne or some other equally cheap, smelly scent to try and remove the odors of farm life. I always felt there was more to do in the world than milk cows, hoe weeds from tobacco and corn and sweat profusely while picking green beans. I totally loved and adored Frank Sinatra. I loved listening to the "The Hit Parade" on Saturday nights on the radio. When my grandfather visited on a Saturday night, we listened to the "Grand Ole Opry." According to him, listening to songs like they sang on The Hit Parade was about as sinful as wearing shorts.

I was a cheerleader in school and this gave me the opportunity to get away from the community at times and see how others lived. Especially when the school teams played at tournaments in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. At these events, I met "city girls" and marveled at their poise, self-assurance and maturity. As there was no money for college when I graduated from high school I moved to Winston-Salem, North Carolina, and entered Draughon's Business School. The president of the school went with me to First Union Bank and introduced me to Clyde Barber. Mr. Barber said he had never loaned money to a country girl that did not pay him back, so just based on the fact that I came from a farm, he loaned me enough money to pay for tuition, books, etc. I then moved in with a police detective and his wife, telling them I knew how to cook and promised to have dinner ready for them and the house clean when they came in from work each day. The house cleaning was not a problem for me, but I really did not know how to boil water, as I had helped my Dad in the fields and had not done a lot of cooking, while at home. Evidently what I cooked was better than they had been used to because there were no complaints. I eventually got a job at the YWCA, giving me enough money for school supplies and a free meal each day so I moved from the detective's home into a boarding house. This was great as I met so many women from assorted areas of life. There were school teachers, office workers, accountants, one girl worked for a textile company. They taught the country girl many things. Of course in those days, one had to know how to play Canasta. I also learned how to dress, how to wear make-up and do a lot of things that my parents and grandparents probably thought were works of the devil. I also worked at grocery stores on Saturdays, dressed like Scarlett O'Hara, handing out Lemon Thin cookies (FFV company sponsored). For this embarrassing little job I received $12.00 per day. This was actually good money in those days. After graduating from the business school I worked as a junior accountant for a paper company for a while and then went to work as a data analyst for Western Electric. It was there that I met my husband, Paul. We met in January of 1954 and on April 30 of that year we were married. We had two dear children, and moved into a home we had built in Dav-Bow Park in Pfafftown,North Carolina, in 1959. We lived there until Dec of 1993.

After the children were born, I stopped working at Western Electric and stayed at home until they began elementary school. One of my neighbors, Marjorie Nifong, a teacher at Northwest Junior High School, told me about an opening for a secretary at her school. I applied for the job and began work there in 1964. About a year later the funds for that position were cut, but at the same time, I heard of an opening at North Forsyth Senior High School. I applied for the job, was interviewed by Julian Gibson, the principal, and hired. This was the most wonderful working experience one could have in that I loved the work, loved the children "young adults", and the school staff became an extended family. All of us who worked at North Forsyth during those years have remained friends and stay in contact with each other. Opal Allen, was the bookkeeper/secretary at North and she taught me the ropes, so to speak. She and I got along very well, both of us had been born in Stokes Co.,North Carolina, and so we used that as a yardstick with which to measure the deeds of others ie -" would it have been done that way in Stokes Co". We worked hard, laughed much and everyone respected the rights of others. Such a different work atmosphere than what I hear about in today's world. Opal and I worked together for so long and knew each other so well that we could actually communicate across the office with our eyes, never having to speak a word.

Paul and I had been brought up in the Baptist faith and so after our marriage we began attending church at Macedonia Baptist Church in Tobaccoville, North Carolina. This was the church Paul had attended as he grew up. We both became active in the church.

In June of 1961, First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem, North Carolina, conducted a religious census under the direction of Rev. Ronald Rice and Rev. Bob Williams. This was to determine the feasibility of establishing a Baptist Church in the Old Richmond, Dav-Bow Park and Lake Hills communities, ten miles northwest of Winston-Salem, North Carolina , and in the area of our home. A survey in the community was taken and many of the people who were approached expressed enthusiasm for a new church, feeling the need for one in such a rapidly growing community. Meeting at Old Town School on June 27, 1961 with Rev. Ronald Rice, a committee was chosen to represent the community in working with the Pilot Mountain Baptist Association in starting a mission. This committee was composed of Folger Carlton, Grant Jeffries, Othel Wagoner and Jo Martin. On July 24, 1961, a meeting was held at our home with the local committee in attendance, along with representatives from First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem and the Missions Committee of the Pilot Mountain Assoc. Rev. Lewis E. Ludlum, Associational Missionary and Rev. Ronald Rice, Missions Pastor of First Baptist Church, presented a proposal to purchase four and one half acres of land on Highway 65 at Highway 67 for the sum of $12,000. This would be payable over a period of four years, as a cooperative venture of the Pilot Mountain Association, First Baptist Church and the people of the community. A meeting was held with interested members of the community at the Old Richmond Firehouse on Oct 18, 1961 and a vote was taken and passed to accept this assistance. Rev. Ronald Rice delivered our first sermon at this meeting. I can clearly remember telling him that I looked forward to the day when we would eventually have a church and a place for our hymnals to stay put. His comment to me was "there will come a time in your life when these days of working to have a new church in the community, will be a time that you look back on with great joy." He was so right! The following day the Old Richmond Grange was made available for our use and regular services began at 11 A.M. Sunday, October 22, 1961 with Ronald Rice as our pastor. Sunday School with Paul Stewart as Superintendent was organized and officers chosen for all departments. Initial members of the mission, designated at this time as "Elkin Highway Chapel" were: Ginger Dawn Jeffries, Grant and Eva Jeffries, Paul and Jo Martin, Clifford and Mildred Rhyne, Kate and Othel Wagoner. The following week five more names were added: Frances and Paul Stewart, Steve Stewart, Mr. and Mrs. R. A. Truitt.

In a business session on March 28, 1962, we voted unanimously to assume the name Immanuel (God with us) Baptist Chapel. Thereafter meetings were held in the Old Richmond Grange Hall, Old Richmond School and in our home. In September 1962 a new home on Highway 65, near the church lot, was purchased to serve as the place of worship until a church building could be constructed. The basement of the house served as the worship area, with upstairs rooms being used for Sunday School classes and nursery.

With First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem providing assistance and generous financial support, Immanuel Baptist Chapel was able to proceed rapidly in 1965 with the building program. Ground breaking ceremonies were held on February 21, and construction began immediately with Howard Kiger, Contractor. In 1965 eighteen new members joined our church, and in 1966 twenty new members joined.

In a business session in November of 1975 the chapel voted to become a constituted autonomous church in March of 1976. Since there was already a church named Immanuel in the near vicinity, it was decided a name change was in order, and the members voted to assume the name Pfafftown Baptist Church.

Paul retired from Western Electric Co in 1982 after being with the company for thirty-five years. I took early retirement from the Winston-Salem/Forsyth Co School System in 1984 and we began to travel. We have covered all the fifty states with exception of Alaska and have visited all Canadian Provinces. At first we traveled on bus tours and although most were enjoyable, we decided to do our "own thing" and began planning our trips with the help of AAA maps. We found this to be most relaxing and pleasant, packing the trunk of the car, leaving home with no schedule, rhyme or reason. We have made some wonderful memories through the years, such as sitting quietly by the side of a lake in Yellowstone Park, very early in the morning, watching large elk cross the road in front of us, stopping on their way to give us a look. In 1999 we were on a trip back home from western states and were about twenty-five miles east of Nashville, TN when an eighteen-wheeler hit us twice. Most wrecks happen so quickly one can hardly recall what happened, but this one went on and on and on. We spun and turned and hit the guardrail twice. Finally we ceased movement and were so thankful to find we were alive and able to walk and talk. After being treated at local hospital we discovered we had only sustained broken and separated ribs. God must really have had something in mind for us to finish.

God has been exceedingly good to me during my life. He gave me great parents, and very loving grandparents. He brought a wonderful, loving and caring husband into my life and blessed me with two lovely, healthy and strong children. I thank Him every day. It is because of my family research that I have written this brief story of my life. I hope I have not lived in vain. I hope that along the way, I have had some impact on others that proved a blessing for them. Hopefully one hundred years from now, someone will enjoy reading about me and the fact that I did live, love and laugh a lot.

Update: In October of 2005, I made a decision to sell our home in Wilmington,North Carolina, and move to Boise, ID. Paul's declining health was the reason. He had Alzheimer disease and although I had cared for him at home for five years, he was becoming more and more difficult to take care of by myself. Our son lived in Boise and I knew he would be a great help to me at this time of my life. After the move, Paul's health continued to decline and sadly he passed away in July of 2006.

Update: (2008) Boise has become my home now. I am member of Amity United Methodist Church and am very active in church programs. Both my children are located here (as of 2007) and it is true, your home is where your heart is. I have a lovely, five-year old great-granddaughter who is teaching me new and exciting things every day. I look forward to watching her mature into a lovely young lady.

During the years after my retirement, I had become quite involved with genealogical research. I located many of our ancestors in my search, doing it the "old fashioned way" by visiting courthouses, cemeteries and libraries, and writing lots and lots of letters, but age was making this a tiring method so, in 1998 I purchased a computer and hopefully I can continue the pursuit of our heritage at an easier pace.

Notes for Mary Jo Jackson:

General Notes:

Mary " Jo" Martin was born 30 Sep 1931 in Stokes Co.,North Carolina, to Joseph D. and Della Mae Inman Jackson. When she was just an infant, her parents lived in a small community near Walnut Cove, North Carolina. Her mother had to get water to wash the clothes from a nearby spring. Then she would boil the clothes in a black iron pot that hung over a fire in the yard. One day she left her baby, Jo, just long enough to get some rinse water from the spring. When she returned to the house and walked in, a stranger was standing over the baby's crib getting ready to pick the child up. Della found that he and his former pregnant wife had lived in this house prior to their separation. He had returned, thinking the child was his baby and told Della he had planned to take the child, had she not walked in when she did. Wonder just how different Jo's life would have been without the love of her mom and dad. I am Jo, and everyday of my life I have thanked God for the two parents I had. I feel that who I am and how I think and reason about life is due to the love and nurturing care I received as I was growing up. We were not rich with money, but very rich in love and the things that mattered. We always had plenty of food, good shelter, warm clothing, and lots of work to keep us busy. We had special events in our lives that to this day are sweet memories. Once, the "real" Santa Claus came to see me on Christmas Eve, bringing a doll, a highchair for the doll and a tricycle. I was told to open the door when the knock came. When I did, this huge big Santa reached down, swooped me up and sat me on his lap. While he was asking if I had been a good little girl, I was wetting him in real Christmas terror. He quickly handed me to my Mom and said he assumed I had been a good little girl, and gave me my toys. Some years later, when I was 16 years old, I visited a friend in that community and while at church on Sunday morning, a gentleman came up to me and asked if I was Joe Jackson's oldest daughter. I told him I was and he asked if I remembered my visit from Santa. Needless to say, my face was red with the memories.

I began school at Sandy Ridge, North Carolina, moving from there to Lawsonville School in Stokes Co., from there to Germanton, North Carolina, on to Winston-Salem,North Carolina, to Westfield School in Surry Co.,North Carolina, and finally to Nancy Reynolds School in Stokes, North Carolina. All of this moving around during school years was due to my dad's job with the North Carolina State Highway Department. My parents bought a farm when I was a freshman in high school. The farm house was quite a comedown from other places we had lived so it was some time before I felt comfortable in this new home. It was a log house, cool in the summer and also cool in the winter. It was heated by wood stoves. I remember my mom heating black irons on the stove, wrapping them in towels and placing them at the foot of the bed in the winter time so my sister and I could warm our cold feet.

Life on the farm in the late 40's was hard. Water had to be wound from a well. There was no indoor plumbing which meant I normally did not drink a lot before retiring at night. Food for the table was raised in the gardens and my Mom canned what was eaten in the winter months along with the cured hams, other pork and occasionally some beef that a peddler would bring by. The only food items bought at a store were flour, cornmeal, sugar, salt, pepper and lots of Karo syrup. My sister ,my Dad and I loved mom's big hot biscuits with butter and Karo syrup. I never enjoyed farm life. Probably because at the time my Dad begin farming I had just realized I was a girl and was concerned about how I looked. It was very difficult to feel feminine after milking a cow before going to school in the mornings. I could never get the smell of warm milk from my hands. While in high school I had a job in the school office and also helped some of the teachers in their homes with baby sitting, ironing clothes, etc. to make some spending money. These were the days before "allowances" for children. (If someone had asked my Dad about giving my sister and me an allowance, he would have assured them he was "allowing" us to live in a warm house and have all we wanted to eat). A lot of the money I made on my odd jobs was spent for "Evening in Paris" cologne or some other equally cheap, smelly scent to try and remove the odors of farm life. I always felt there was more to do in the world than milk cows, hoe weeds from tobacco and corn and sweat profusely while picking green beans. I totally loved and adored Frank Sinatra. I loved listening to the "The Hit Parade" on Saturday nights on the radio. When my grandfather visited on a Saturday night, we listened to the "Grand Ole Opry." According to him, listening to songs like they sang on The Hit Parade was about as sinful as wearing shorts.

I was a cheerleader in school and this gave me the opportunity to get away from the community at times and see how others lived. Especially when the school teams played at tournaments in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. At these events, I met "city girls" and marveled at their poise, self-assurance and maturity. As there was no money for college when I graduated from high school I moved to Winston-Salem, North Carolina, and entered Draughon's Business School. The president of the school went with me to First Union Bank and introduced me to Clyde Barber. Mr. Barber said he had never loaned money to a country girl that did not pay him back, so just based on the fact that I came from a farm, he loaned me enough money to pay for tuition, books, etc. I then moved in with a police detective and his wife, telling them I knew how to cook and promised to have dinner ready for them and the house clean when they came in from work each day. The house cleaning was not a problem for me, but I really did not know how to boil water, as I had helped my Dad in the fields and had not done a lot of cooking, while at home. Evidently what I cooked was better than they had been used to because there were no complaints. I eventually got a job at the YWCA, giving me enough money for school supplies and a free meal each day so I moved from the detective's home into a boarding house. This was great as I met so many women from assorted areas of life. There were school teachers, office workers, accountants, one girl worked for a textile company. They taught the country girl many things. Of course in those days, one had to know how to play Canasta. I also learned how to dress, how to wear make-up and do a lot of things that my parents and grandparents probably thought were works of the devil. I also worked at grocery stores on Saturdays, dressed like Scarlett O'Hara, handing out Lemon Thin cookies (FFV company sponsored). For this embarrassing little job I received $12.00 per day. This was actually good money in those days. After graduating from the business school I worked as a junior accountant for a paper company for a while and then went to work as a data analyst for Western Electric. It was there that I met my husband, Paul. We met in January of 1954 and on April 30 of that year we were married. We had two dear children, and moved into a home we had built in Dav-Bow Park in Pfafftown,North Carolina, in 1959. We lived there until Dec of 1993.

After the children were born, I stopped working at Western Electric and stayed at home until they began elementary school. One of my neighbors, Marjorie Nifong, a teacher at Northwest Junior High School, told me about an opening for a secretary at her school. I applied for the job and began work there in 1964. About a year later the funds for that position were cut, but at the same time, I heard of an opening at North Forsyth Senior High School. I applied for the job, was interviewed by Julian Gibson, the principal, and hired. This was the most wonderful working experience one could have in that I loved the work, loved the children "young adults", and the school staff became an extended family. All of us who worked at North Forsyth during those years have remained friends and stay in contact with each other. Opal Allen, was the bookkeeper/secretary at North and she taught me the ropes, so to speak. She and I got along very well, both of us had been born in Stokes Co.,North Carolina, and so we used that as a yardstick with which to measure the deeds of others ie -" would it have been done that way in Stokes Co". We worked hard, laughed much and everyone respected the rights of others. Such a different work atmosphere than what I hear about in today's world. Opal and I worked together for so long and knew each other so well that we could actually communicate across the office with our eyes, never having to speak a word.

Paul and I had been brought up in the Baptist faith and so after our marriage we began attending church at Macedonia Baptist Church in Tobaccoville, North Carolina. This was the church Paul had attended as he grew up. We both became active in the church.

In June of 1961, First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem, North Carolina, conducted a religious census under the direction of Rev. Ronald Rice and Rev. Bob Williams. This was to determine the feasibility of establishing a Baptist Church in the Old Richmond, Dav-Bow Park and Lake Hills communities, ten miles northwest of Winston-Salem, North Carolina , and in the area of our home. A survey in the community was taken and many of the people who were approached expressed enthusiasm for a new church, feeling the need for one in such a rapidly growing community. Meeting at Old Town School on June 27, 1961 with Rev. Ronald Rice, a committee was chosen to represent the community in working with the Pilot Mountain Baptist Association in starting a mission. This committee was composed of Folger Carlton, Grant Jeffries, Othel Wagoner and Jo Martin. On July 24, 1961, a meeting was held at our home with the local committee in attendance, along with representatives from First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem and the Missions Committee of the Pilot Mountain Assoc. Rev. Lewis E. Ludlum, Associational Missionary and Rev. Ronald Rice, Missions Pastor of First Baptist Church, presented a proposal to purchase four and one half acres of land on Highway 65 at Highway 67 for the sum of $12,000. This would be payable over a period of four years, as a cooperative venture of the Pilot Mountain Association, First Baptist Church and the people of the community. A meeting was held with interested members of the community at the Old Richmond Firehouse on Oct 18, 1961 and a vote was taken and passed to accept this assistance. Rev. Ronald Rice delivered our first sermon at this meeting. I can clearly remember telling him that I looked forward to the day when we would eventually have a church and a place for our hymnals to stay put. His comment to me was "there will come a time in your life when these days of working to have a new church in the community, will be a time that you look back on with great joy." He was so right! The following day the Old Richmond Grange was made available for our use and regular services began at 11 A.M. Sunday, October 22, 1961 with Ronald Rice as our pastor. Sunday School with Paul Stewart as Superintendent was organized and officers chosen for all departments. Initial members of the mission, designated at this time as "Elkin Highway Chapel" were: Ginger Dawn Jeffries, Grant and Eva Jeffries, Paul and Jo Martin, Clifford and Mildred Rhyne, Kate and Othel Wagoner. The following week five more names were added: Frances and Paul Stewart, Steve Stewart, Mr. and Mrs. R. A. Truitt.

In a business session on March 28, 1962, we voted unanimously to assume the name Immanuel (God with us) Baptist Chapel. Thereafter meetings were held in the Old Richmond Grange Hall, Old Richmond School and in our home. In September 1962 a new home on Highway 65, near the church lot, was purchased to serve as the place of worship until a church building could be constructed. The basement of the house served as the worship area, with upstairs rooms being used for Sunday School classes and nursery.

With First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem providing assistance and generous financial support, Immanuel Baptist Chapel was able to proceed rapidly in 1965 with the building program. Ground breaking ceremonies were held on February 21, and construction began immediately with Howard Kiger, Contractor. In 1965 eighteen new members joined our church, and in 1966 twenty new members joined.

In a business session in November of 1975 the chapel voted to become a constituted autonomous church in March of 1976. Since there was already a church named Immanuel in the near vicinity, it was decided a name change was in order, and the members voted to assume the name Pfafftown Baptist Church.

Paul retired from Western Electric Co in 1982 after being with the company for thirty-five years. I took early retirement from the Winston-Salem/Forsyth Co School System in 1984 and we began to travel. We have covered all the fifty states with exception of Alaska and have visited all Canadian Provinces. At first we traveled on bus tours and although most were enjoyable, we decided to do our "own thing" and began planning our trips with the help of AAA maps. We found this to be most relaxing and pleasant, packing the trunk of the car, leaving home with no schedule, rhyme or reason. We have made some wonderful memories through the years, such as sitting quietly by the side of a lake in Yellowstone Park, very early in the morning, watching large elk cross the road in front of us, stopping on their way to give us a look. In 1999 we were on a trip back home from western states and were about twenty-five miles east of Nashville, TN when an eighteen-wheeler hit us twice. Most wrecks happen so quickly one can hardly recall what happened, but this one went on and on and on. We spun and turned and hit the guardrail twice. Finally we ceased movement and were so thankful to find we were alive and able to walk and talk. After being treated at local hospital we discovered we had only sustained broken and separated ribs. God must really have had something in mind for us to finish.

God has been exceedingly good to me during my life. He gave me great parents, and very loving grandparents. He brought a wonderful, loving and caring husband into my life and blessed me with two lovely, healthy and strong children. I thank Him every day. It is because of my family research that I have written this brief story of my life. I hope I have not lived in vain. I hope that along the way, I have had some impact on others that proved a blessing for them. Hopefully one hundred years from now, someone will enjoy reading about me and the fact that I did live, love and laugh a lot.

Update: In October of 2005, I made a decision to sell our home in Wilmington,North Carolina, and move to Boise, ID. Paul's declining health was the reason. He had Alzheimer disease and although I had cared for him at home for five years, he was becoming more and more difficult to take care of by myself. Our son lived in Boise and I knew he would be a great help to me at this time of my life. After the move, Paul's health continued to decline and sadly he passed away in July of 2006.

Update: (2008) Boise has become my home now. I am member of Amity United Methodist Church and am very active in church programs. Both my children are located here (as of 2007) and it is true, your home is where your heart is. I have a lovely, five-year old great-granddaughter who is teaching me new and exciting things every day. I look forward to watching her mature into a lovely young lady.

During the years after my retirement, I had become quite involved with genealogical research. I located many of our ancestors in my search, doing it the "old fashioned way" by visiting courthouses, cemeteries and libraries, and writing lots and lots of letters, but age was making this a tiring method so, in 1998 I purchased a computer and hopefully I can continue the pursuit of our heritage at an easier pace.

Notes for Mary Jo Jackson:

General Notes:

Mary " Jo" Martin was born 30 Sep 1931 in Stokes Co.,North Carolina, to Joseph D. and Della Mae Inman Jackson. When she was just an infant, her parents lived in a small community near Walnut Cove, North Carolina. Her mother had to get water to wash the clothes from a nearby spring. Then she would boil the clothes in a black iron pot that hung over a fire in the yard. One day she left her baby, Jo, just long enough to get some rinse water from the spring. When she returned to the house and walked in, a stranger was standing over the baby's crib getting ready to pick the child up. Della found that he and his former pregnant wife had lived in this house prior to their separation. He had returned, thinking the child was his baby and told Della he had planned to take the child, had she not walked in when she did. Wonder just how different Jo's life would have been without the love of her mom and dad. I am Jo, and everyday of my life I have thanked God for the two parents I had. I feel that who I am and how I think and reason about life is due to the love and nurturing care I received as I was growing up. We were not rich with money, but very rich in love and the things that mattered. We always had plenty of food, good shelter, warm clothing, and lots of work to keep us busy. We had special events in our lives that to this day are sweet memories. Once, the "real" Santa Claus came to see me on Christmas Eve, bringing a doll, a highchair for the doll and a tricycle. I was told to open the door when the knock came. When I did, this huge big Santa reached down, swooped me up and sat me on his lap. While he was asking if I had been a good little girl, I was wetting him in real Christmas terror. He quickly handed me to my Mom and said he assumed I had been a good little girl, and gave me my toys. Some years later, when I was 16 years old, I visited a friend in that community and while at church on Sunday morning, a gentleman came up to me and asked if I was Joe Jackson's oldest daughter. I told him I was and he asked if I remembered my visit from Santa. Needless to say, my face was red with the memories.

I began school at Sandy Ridge, North Carolina, moving from there to Lawsonville School in Stokes Co., from there to Germanton, North Carolina, on to Winston-Salem,North Carolina, to Westfield School in Surry Co.,North Carolina, and finally to Nancy Reynolds School in Stokes, North Carolina. All of this moving around during school years was due to my dad's job with the North Carolina State Highway Department. My parents bought a farm when I was a freshman in high school. The farm house was quite a comedown from other places we had lived so it was some time before I felt comfortable in this new home. It was a log house, cool in the summer and also cool in the winter. It was heated by wood stoves. I remember my mom heating black irons on the stove, wrapping them in towels and placing them at the foot of the bed in the winter time so my sister and I could warm our cold feet.

Life on the farm in the late 40's was hard. Water had to be wound from a well. There was no indoor plumbing which meant I normally did not drink a lot before retiring at night. Food for the table was raised in the gardens and my Mom canned what was eaten in the winter months along with the cured hams, other pork and occasionally some beef that a peddler would bring by. The only food items bought at a store were flour, cornmeal, sugar, salt, pepper and lots of Karo syrup. My sister ,my Dad and I loved mom's big hot biscuits with butter and Karo syrup. I never enjoyed farm life. Probably because at the time my Dad begin farming I had just realized I was a girl and was concerned about how I looked. It was very difficult to feel feminine after milking a cow before going to school in the mornings. I could never get the smell of warm milk from my hands. While in high school I had a job in the school office and also helped some of the teachers in their homes with baby sitting, ironing clothes, etc. to make some spending money. These were the days before "allowances" for children. (If someone had asked my Dad about giving my sister and me an allowance, he would have assured them he was "allowing" us to live in a warm house and have all we wanted to eat). A lot of the money I made on my odd jobs was spent for "Evening in Paris" cologne or some other equally cheap, smelly scent to try and remove the odors of farm life. I always felt there was more to do in the world than milk cows, hoe weeds from tobacco and corn and sweat profusely while picking green beans. I totally loved and adored Frank Sinatra. I loved listening to the "The Hit Parade" on Saturday nights on the radio. When my grandfather visited on a Saturday night, we listened to the "Grand Ole Opry." According to him, listening to songs like they sang on The Hit Parade was about as sinful as wearing shorts.

I was a cheerleader in school and this gave me the opportunity to get away from the community at times and see how others lived. Especially when the school teams played at tournaments in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. At these events, I met "city girls" and marveled at their poise, self-assurance and maturity. As there was no money for college when I graduated from high school I moved to Winston-Salem, North Carolina, and entered Draughon's Business School. The president of the school went with me to First Union Bank and introduced me to Clyde Barber. Mr. Barber said he had never loaned money to a country girl that did not pay him back, so just based on the fact that I came from a farm, he loaned me enough money to pay for tuition, books, etc. I then moved in with a police detective and his wife, telling them I knew how to cook and promised to have dinner ready for them and the house clean when they came in from work each day. The house cleaning was not a problem for me, but I really did not know how to boil water, as I had helped my Dad in the fields and had not done a lot of cooking, while at home. Evidently what I cooked was better than they had been used to because there were no complaints. I eventually got a job at the YWCA, giving me enough money for school supplies and a free meal each day so I moved from the detective's home into a boarding house. This was great as I met so many women from assorted areas of life. There were school teachers, office workers, accountants, one girl worked for a textile company. They taught the country girl many things. Of course in those days, one had to know how to play Canasta. I also learned how to dress, how to wear make-up and do a lot of things that my parents and grandparents probably thought were works of the devil. I also worked at grocery stores on Saturdays, dressed like Scarlett O'Hara, handing out Lemon Thin cookies (FFV company sponsored). For this embarrassing little job I received $12.00 per day. This was actually good money in those days. After graduating from the business school I worked as a junior accountant for a paper company for a while and then went to work as a data analyst for Western Electric. It was there that I met my husband, Paul. We met in January of 1954 and on April 30 of that year we were married. We had two dear children, and moved into a home we had built in Dav-Bow Park in Pfafftown,North Carolina, in 1959. We lived there until Dec of 1993.

After the children were born, I stopped working at Western Electric and stayed at home until they began elementary school. One of my neighbors, Marjorie Nifong, a teacher at Northwest Junior High School, told me about an opening for a secretary at her school. I applied for the job and began work there in 1964. About a year later the funds for that position were cut, but at the same time, I heard of an opening at North Forsyth Senior High School. I applied for the job, was interviewed by Julian Gibson, the principal, and hired. This was the most wonderful working experience one could have in that I loved the work, loved the children "young adults", and the school staff became an extended family. All of us who worked at North Forsyth during those years have remained friends and stay in contact with each other. Opal Allen, was the bookkeeper/secretary at North and she taught me the ropes, so to speak. She and I got along very well, both of us had been born in Stokes Co.,North Carolina, and so we used that as a yardstick with which to measure the deeds of others ie -" would it have been done that way in Stokes Co". We worked hard, laughed much and everyone respected the rights of others. Such a different work atmosphere than what I hear about in today's world. Opal and I worked together for so long and knew each other so well that we could actually communicate across the office with our eyes, never having to speak a word.

Paul and I had been brought up in the Baptist faith and so after our marriage we began attending church at Macedonia Baptist Church in Tobaccoville, North Carolina. This was the church Paul had attended as he grew up. We both became active in the church.

In June of 1961, First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem, North Carolina, conducted a religious census under the direction of Rev. Ronald Rice and Rev. Bob Williams. This was to determine the feasibility of establishing a Baptist Church in the Old Richmond, Dav-Bow Park and Lake Hills communities, ten miles northwest of Winston-Salem, North Carolina , and in the area of our home. A survey in the community was taken and many of the people who were approached expressed enthusiasm for a new church, feeling the need for one in such a rapidly growing community. Meeting at Old Town School on June 27, 1961 with Rev. Ronald Rice, a committee was chosen to represent the community in working with the Pilot Mountain Baptist Association in starting a mission. This committee was composed of Folger Carlton, Grant Jeffries, Othel Wagoner and Jo Martin. On July 24, 1961, a meeting was held at our home with the local committee in attendance, along with representatives from First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem and the Missions Committee of the Pilot Mountain Assoc. Rev. Lewis E. Ludlum, Associational Missionary and Rev. Ronald Rice, Missions Pastor of First Baptist Church, presented a proposal to purchase four and one half acres of land on Highway 65 at Highway 67 for the sum of $12,000. This would be payable over a period of four years, as a cooperative venture of the Pilot Mountain Association, First Baptist Church and the people of the community. A meeting was held with interested members of the community at the Old Richmond Firehouse on Oct 18, 1961 and a vote was taken and passed to accept this assistance. Rev. Ronald Rice delivered our first sermon at this meeting. I can clearly remember telling him that I looked forward to the day when we would eventually have a church and a place for our hymnals to stay put. His comment to me was "there will come a time in your life when these days of working to have a new church in the community, will be a time that you look back on with great joy." He was so right! The following day the Old Richmond Grange was made available for our use and regular services began at 11 A.M. Sunday, October 22, 1961 with Ronald Rice as our pastor. Sunday School with Paul Stewart as Superintendent was organized and officers chosen for all departments. Initial members of the mission, designated at this time as "Elkin Highway Chapel" were: Ginger Dawn Jeffries, Grant and Eva Jeffries, Paul and Jo Martin, Clifford and Mildred Rhyne, Kate and Othel Wagoner. The following week five more names were added: Frances and Paul Stewart, Steve Stewart, Mr. and Mrs. R. A. Truitt.

In a business session on March 28, 1962, we voted unanimously to assume the name Immanuel (God with us) Baptist Chapel. Thereafter meetings were held in the Old Richmond Grange Hall, Old Richmond School and in our home. In September 1962 a new home on Highway 65, near the church lot, was purchased to serve as the place of worship until a church building could be constructed. The basement of the house served as the worship area, with upstairs rooms being used for Sunday School classes and nursery.

With First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem providing assistance and generous financial support, Immanuel Baptist Chapel was able to proceed rapidly in 1965 with the building program. Ground breaking ceremonies were held on February 21, and construction began immediately with Howard Kiger, Contractor. In 1965 eighteen new members joined our church, and in 1966 twenty new members joined.

In a business session in November of 1975 the chapel voted to become a constituted autonomous church in March of 1976. Since there was already a church named Immanuel in the near vicinity, it was decided a name change was in order, and the members voted to assume the name Pfafftown Baptist Church.

Paul retired from Western Electric Co in 1982 after being with the company for thirty-five years. I took early retirement from the Winston-Salem/Forsyth Co School System in 1984 and we began to travel. We have covered all the fifty states with exception of Alaska and have visited all Canadian Provinces. At first we traveled on bus tours and although most were enjoyable, we decided to do our "own thing" and began planning our trips with the help of AAA maps. We found this to be most relaxing and pleasant, packing the trunk of the car, leaving home with no schedule, rhyme or reason. We have made some wonderful memories through the years, such as sitting quietly by the side of a lake in Yellowstone Park, very early in the morning, watching large elk cross the road in front of us, stopping on their way to give us a look. In 1999 we were on a trip back home from western states and were about twenty-five miles east of Nashville, TN when an eighteen-wheeler hit us twice. Most wrecks happen so quickly one can hardly recall what happened, but this one went on and on and on. We spun and turned and hit the guardrail twice. Finally we ceased movement and were so thankful to find we were alive and able to walk and talk. After being treated at local hospital we discovered we had only sustained broken and separated ribs. God must really have had something in mind for us to finish.

God has been exceedingly good to me during my life. He gave me great parents, and very loving grandparents. He brought a wonderful, loving and caring husband into my life and blessed me with two lovely, healthy and strong children. I thank Him every day. It is because of my family research that I have written this brief story of my life. I hope I have not lived in vain. I hope that along the way, I have had some impact on others that proved a blessing for them. Hopefully one hundred years from now, someone will enjoy reading about me and the fact that I did live, love and laugh a lot.

Update: In October of 2005, I made a decision to sell our home in Wilmington,North Carolina, and move to Boise, ID. Paul's declining health was the reason. He had Alzheimer disease and although I had cared for him at home for five years, he was becoming more and more difficult to take care of by myself. Our son lived in Boise and I knew he would be a great help to me at this time of my life. After the move, Paul's health continued to decline and sadly he passed away in July of 2006.

Update: (2008) Boise has become my home now. I am member of Amity United Methodist Church and am very active in church programs. Both my children are located here (as of 2007) and it is true, your home is where your heart is. I have a lovely, five-year old great-granddaughter who is teaching me new and exciting things every day. I look forward to watching her mature into a lovely young lady.

During the years after my retirement, I had become quite involved with genealogical research. I located many of our ancestors in my search, doing it the "old fashioned way" by visiting courthouses, cemeteries and libraries, and writing lots and lots of letters, but age was making this a tiring method so, in 1998 I purchased a computer and hopefully I can continue the pursuit of our heritage at an easier pace.

Notes for Mary Jo Jackson:

General Notes:

Mary " Jo" Martin was born 30 Sep 1931 in Stokes Co.,North Carolina, to Joseph D. and Della Mae Inman Jackson. When she was just an infant, her parents lived in a small community near Walnut Cove, North Carolina. Her mother had to get water to wash the clothes from a nearby spring. Then she would boil the clothes in a black iron pot that hung over a fire in the yard. One day she left her baby, Jo, just long enough to get some rinse water from the spring. When she returned to the house and walked in, a stranger was standing over the baby's crib getting ready to pick the child up. Della found that he and his former pregnant wife had lived in this house prior to their separation. He had returned, thinking the child was his baby and told Della he had planned to take the child, had she not walked in when she did. Wonder just how different Jo's life would have been without the love of her mom and dad. I am Jo, and everyday of my life I have thanked God for the two parents I had. I feel that who I am and how I think and reason about life is due to the love and nurturing care I received as I was growing up. We were not rich with money, but very rich in love and the things that mattered. We always had plenty of food, good shelter, warm clothing, and lots of work to keep us busy. We had special events in our lives that to this day are sweet memories. Once, the "real" Santa Claus came to see me on Christmas Eve, bringing a doll, a highchair for the doll and a tricycle. I was told to open the door when the knock came. When I did, this huge big Santa reached down, swooped me up and sat me on his lap. While he was asking if I had been a good little girl, I was wetting him in real Christmas terror. He quickly handed me to my Mom and said he assumed I had been a good little girl, and gave me my toys. Some years later, when I was 16 years old, I visited a friend in that community and while at church on Sunday morning, a gentleman came up to me and asked if I was Joe Jackson's oldest daughter. I told him I was and he asked if I remembered my visit from Santa. Needless to say, my face was red with the memories.

I began school at Sandy Ridge, North Carolina, moving from there to Lawsonville School in Stokes Co., from there to Germanton, North Carolina, on to Winston-Salem,North Carolina, to Westfield School in Surry Co.,North Carolina, and finally to Nancy Reynolds School in Stokes, North Carolina. All of this moving around during school years was due to my dad's job with the North Carolina State Highway Department. My parents bought a farm when I was a freshman in high school. The farm house was quite a comedown from other places we had lived so it was some time before I felt comfortable in this new home. It was a log house, cool in the summer and also cool in the winter. It was heated by wood stoves. I remember my mom heating black irons on the stove, wrapping them in towels and placing them at the foot of the bed in the winter time so my sister and I could warm our cold feet.

Life on the farm in the late 40's was hard. Water had to be wound from a well. There was no indoor plumbing which meant I normally did not drink a lot before retiring at night. Food for the table was raised in the gardens and my Mom canned what was eaten in the winter months along with the cured hams, other pork and occasionally some beef that a peddler would bring by. The only food items bought at a store were flour, cornmeal, sugar, salt, pepper and lots of Karo syrup. My sister ,my Dad and I loved mom's big hot biscuits with butter and Karo syrup. I never enjoyed farm life. Probably because at the time my Dad begin farming I had just realized I was a girl and was concerned about how I looked. It was very difficult to feel feminine after milking a cow before going to school in the mornings. I could never get the smell of warm milk from my hands. While in high school I had a job in the school office and also helped some of the teachers in their homes with baby sitting, ironing clothes, etc. to make some spending money. These were the days before "allowances" for children. (If someone had asked my Dad about giving my sister and me an allowance, he would have assured them he was "allowing" us to live in a warm house and have all we wanted to eat). A lot of the money I made on my odd jobs was spent for "Evening in Paris" cologne or some other equally cheap, smelly scent to try and remove the odors of farm life. I always felt there was more to do in the world than milk cows, hoe weeds from tobacco and corn and sweat profusely while picking green beans. I totally loved and adored Frank Sinatra. I loved listening to the "The Hit Parade" on Saturday nights on the radio. When my grandfather visited on a Saturday night, we listened to the "Grand Ole Opry." According to him, listening to songs like they sang on The Hit Parade was about as sinful as wearing shorts.

I was a cheerleader in school and this gave me the opportunity to get away from the community at times and see how others lived. Especially when the school teams played at tournaments in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. At these events, I met "city girls" and marveled at their poise, self-assurance and maturity. As there was no money for college when I graduated from high school I moved to Winston-Salem, North Carolina, and entered Draughon's Business School. The president of the school went with me to First Union Bank and introduced me to Clyde Barber. Mr. Barber said he had never loaned money to a country girl that did not pay him back, so just based on the fact that I came from a farm, he loaned me enough money to pay for tuition, books, etc. I then moved in with a police detective and his wife, telling them I knew how to cook and promised to have dinner ready for them and the house clean when they came in from work each day. The house cleaning was not a problem for me, but I really did not know how to boil water, as I had helped my Dad in the fields and had not done a lot of cooking, while at home. Evidently what I cooked was better than they had been used to because there were no complaints. I eventually got a job at the YWCA, giving me enough money for school supplies and a free meal each day so I moved from the detective's home into a boarding house. This was great as I met so many women from assorted areas of life. There were school teachers, office workers, accountants, one girl worked for a textile company. They taught the country girl many things. Of course in those days, one had to know how to play Canasta. I also learned how to dress, how to wear make-up and do a lot of things that my parents and grandparents probably thought were works of the devil. I also worked at grocery stores on Saturdays, dressed like Scarlett O'Hara, handing out Lemon Thin cookies (FFV company sponsored). For this embarrassing little job I received $12.00 per day. This was actually good money in those days. After graduating from the business school I worked as a junior accountant for a paper company for a while and then went to work as a data analyst for Western Electric. It was there that I met my husband, Paul. We met in January of 1954 and on April 30 of that year we were married. We had two dear children, and moved into a home we had built in Dav-Bow Park in Pfafftown,North Carolina, in 1959. We lived there until Dec of 1993.

After the children were born, I stopped working at Western Electric and stayed at home until they began elementary school. One of my neighbors, Marjorie Nifong, a teacher at Northwest Junior High School, told me about an opening for a secretary at her school. I applied for the job and began work there in 1964. About a year later the funds for that position were cut, but at the same time, I heard of an opening at North Forsyth Senior High School. I applied for the job, was interviewed by Julian Gibson, the principal, and hired. This was the most wonderful working experience one could have in that I loved the work, loved the children "young adults", and the school staff became an extended family. All of us who worked at North Forsyth during those years have remained friends and stay in contact with each other. Opal Allen, was the bookkeeper/secretary at North and she taught me the ropes, so to speak. She and I got along very well, both of us had been born in Stokes Co.,North Carolina, and so we used that as a yardstick with which to measure the deeds of others ie -" would it have been done that way in Stokes Co". We worked hard, laughed much and everyone respected the rights of others. Such a different work atmosphere than what I hear about in today's world. Opal and I worked together for so long and knew each other so well that we could actually communicate across the office with our eyes, never having to speak a word.

Paul and I had been brought up in the Baptist faith and so after our marriage we began attending church at Macedonia Baptist Church in Tobaccoville, North Carolina. This was the church Paul had attended as he grew up. We both became active in the church.

In June of 1961, First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem, North Carolina, conducted a religious census under the direction of Rev. Ronald Rice and Rev. Bob Williams. This was to determine the feasibility of establishing a Baptist Church in the Old Richmond, Dav-Bow Park and Lake Hills communities, ten miles northwest of Winston-Salem, North Carolina , and in the area of our home. A survey in the community was taken and many of the people who were approached expressed enthusiasm for a new church, feeling the need for one in such a rapidly growing community. Meeting at Old Town School on June 27, 1961 with Rev. Ronald Rice, a committee was chosen to represent the community in working with the Pilot Mountain Baptist Association in starting a mission. This committee was composed of Folger Carlton, Grant Jeffries, Othel Wagoner and Jo Martin. On July 24, 1961, a meeting was held at our home with the local committee in attendance, along with representatives from First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem and the Missions Committee of the Pilot Mountain Assoc. Rev. Lewis E. Ludlum, Associational Missionary and Rev. Ronald Rice, Missions Pastor of First Baptist Church, presented a proposal to purchase four and one half acres of land on Highway 65 at Highway 67 for the sum of $12,000. This would be payable over a period of four years, as a cooperative venture of the Pilot Mountain Association, First Baptist Church and the people of the community. A meeting was held with interested members of the community at the Old Richmond Firehouse on Oct 18, 1961 and a vote was taken and passed to accept this assistance. Rev. Ronald Rice delivered our first sermon at this meeting. I can clearly remember telling him that I looked forward to the day when we would eventually have a church and a place for our hymnals to stay put. His comment to me was "there will come a time in your life when these days of working to have a new church in the community, will be a time that you look back on with great joy." He was so right! The following day the Old Richmond Grange was made available for our use and regular services began at 11 A.M. Sunday, October 22, 1961 with Ronald Rice as our pastor. Sunday School with Paul Stewart as Superintendent was organized and officers chosen for all departments. Initial members of the mission, designated at this time as "Elkin Highway Chapel" were: Ginger Dawn Jeffries, Grant and Eva Jeffries, Paul and Jo Martin, Clifford and Mildred Rhyne, Kate and Othel Wagoner. The following week five more names were added: Frances and Paul Stewart, Steve Stewart, Mr. and Mrs. R. A. Truitt.

In a business session on March 28, 1962, we voted unanimously to assume the name Immanuel (God with us) Baptist Chapel. Thereafter meetings were held in the Old Richmond Grange Hall, Old Richmond School and in our home. In September 1962 a new home on Highway 65, near the church lot, was purchased to serve as the place of worship until a church building could be constructed. The basement of the house served as the worship area, with upstairs rooms being used for Sunday School classes and nursery.

With First Baptist Church of Winston-Salem providing assistance and generous financial support, Immanuel Baptist Chapel was able to proceed rapidly in 1965 with the building program. Ground breaking ceremonies were held on February 21, and construction began immediately with Howard Kiger, Contractor. In 1965 eighteen new members joined our church, and in 1966 twenty new members joined.

In a business session in November of 1975 the chapel voted to become a constituted autonomous church in March of 1976. Since there was already a church named Immanuel in the near vicinity, it was decided a name change was in order, and the members voted to assume the name Pfafftown Baptist Church.

Paul retired from Western Electric Co in 1982 after being with the company for thirty-five years. I took early retirement from the Winston-Salem/Forsyth Co School System in 1984 and we began to travel. We have covered all the fifty states with exception of Alaska and have visited all Canadian Provinces. At first we traveled on bus tours and although most were enjoyable, we decided to do our "own thing" and began planning our trips with the help of AAA maps. We found this to be most relaxing and pleasant, packing the trunk of the car, leaving home with no schedule, rhyme or reason. We have made some wonderful memories through the years, such as sitting quietly by the side of a lake in Yellowstone Park, very early in the morning, watching large elk cross the road in front of us, stopping on their way to give us a look. In 1999 we were on a trip back home from western states and were about twenty-five miles east of Nashville, TN when an eighteen-wheeler hit us twice. Most wrecks happen so quickly one can hardly recall what happened, but this one went on and on and on. We spun and turned and hit the guardrail twice. Finally we ceased movement and were so thankful to find we were alive and able to walk and talk. After being treated at local hospital we discovered we had only sustained broken and separated ribs. God must really have had something in mind for us to finish.

God has been exceedingly good to me during my life. He gave me great parents, and very loving grandparents. He brought a wonderful, loving and caring husband into my life and blessed me with two lovely, healthy and strong children. I thank Him every day. It is because of my family research that I have written this brief story of my life. I hope I have not lived in vain. I hope that along the way, I have had some impact on others that proved a blessing for them. Hopefully one hundred years from now, someone will enjoy reading about me and the fact that I did live, love and laugh a lot.

Update: In October of 2005, I made a decision to sell our home in Wilmington,North Carolina, and move to Boise, ID. Paul's declining health was the reason. He had Alzheimer disease and although I had cared for him at home for five years, he was becoming more and more difficult to take care of by myself. Our son lived in Boise and I knew he would be a great help to me at this time of my life. After the move, Paul's health continued to decline and sadly he passed away in July of 2006.

Update: (2008) Boise has become my home now. I am member of Amity United Methodist Church and am very active in church programs. Both my children are located here (as of 2007) and it is true, your home is where your heart is. I have a lovely, five-year old great-granddaughter who is teaching me new and exciting things every day. I look forward to watching her mature into a lovely young lady.

During the years after my retirement, I had become quite involved with genealogical research. I located many of our ancestors in my search, doing it the "old fashioned way" by visiting courthouses, cemeteries and libraries, and writing lots and lots of letters, but age was making this a tiring method so, in 1998 I purchased a computer and hopefully I can continue the pursuit of our heritage at an easier pace.

Notes for Eliza Elvira Long:

General Notes:

Last Will and Testament of Eliza Long Martin - Exhibit 798 - Forsyth, North Carolina

I, Eliza Long Martin, of Forsyth, North Carolina , being of sound mind and disposing memory, but realizing the uncertainty of my earthly existence, do hereby make, publish and declare this to be my last Will and Testament, hereby revoking any and all wills and codicils heretofore made by me.

ITEM 1:

I direct my Executrix hereinafter named to pay all of my just debts and funeral expenses and to erect at my grave such monuments and to make such provisions for the care of my family cemetery lot as she may deem proper. This is to be paid out of the principal of my general estate.

ITEM 2:

I will, devise, and bequeath all the rest, residue and remainder of my estate and property, of every kind and nature, and wherever situated, including real property, personal property, money, stocks, bonds, insurance proceeds, choses in actions, etc. to my Executrix to be sold at public auction, and the proceeds to be divided equally among my seven children, namely: Della Martin Shamel, Alice Martin George, Beulah Martin Shore, Eva Martin Johnson, Roy Worth Martin, Grady Ezekiel Martin, and Paul Ray Martin, share and share alike, per stirpes.

ITEM 3:

I hereby appoint and constitute my daughter, Eva Martin Johnson, the Executrix of this my Last Will and Testament. I authorize my Executrix to sell all of my real estate, personal property, and any interest which I may own in any business, at public sale, for cash or on credit, without an order of Court, and on such terms, conditions, and in such places as my Executrix shall deem expedient and best, and to execute and deliver good and sufficient deeds of conveyance and bills of sales therefore, and further, I direct my Executrix to perform all the duties of this office without being required to furnish or execute bond.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and seal, this the 11th day of September, 1969, and have written my name on the bottom of the one preceding page hereof.

Eliza Long Martin

Signed, sealed, published and declared by the said Eliza Long Martin to be her Last Will and Testament, in the presence of us, who at her request, in her presence, and in the presence of each other, have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses, having also together seen the Testatrix's name written by her on the bottom of the preceding one page hereof.

Sylvia Boles, 800 Redwood Court, Winston-Salem, NC

Sharon Alexander, Route 1, Clemmons, NC

L. S. Gordon, Jr., 4227 Sylvia Street, Winston-Salem, NC

Notes for Eliza Elvira Long:

General Notes:

Last Will and Testament of Eliza Long Martin - Exhibit 798 - Forsyth, North Carolina

I, Eliza Long Martin, of Forsyth, North Carolina , being of sound mind and disposing memory, but realizing the uncertainty of my earthly existence, do hereby make, publish and declare this to be my last Will and Testament, hereby revoking any and all wills and codicils heretofore made by me.

ITEM 1:

I direct my Executrix hereinafter named to pay all of my just debts and funeral expenses and to erect at my grave such monuments and to make such provisions for the care of my family cemetery lot as she may deem proper. This is to be paid out of the principal of my general estate.

ITEM 2:

I will, devise, and bequeath all the rest, residue and remainder of my estate and property, of every kind and nature, and wherever situated, including real property, personal property, money, stocks, bonds, insurance proceeds, choses in actions, etc. to my Executrix to be sold at public auction, and the proceeds to be divided equally among my seven children, namely: Della Martin Shamel, Alice Martin George, Beulah Martin Shore, Eva Martin Johnson, Roy Worth Martin, Grady Ezekiel Martin, and Paul Ray Martin, share and share alike, per stirpes.

ITEM 3:

I hereby appoint and constitute my daughter, Eva Martin Johnson, the Executrix of this my Last Will and Testament. I authorize my Executrix to sell all of my real estate, personal property, and any interest which I may own in any business, at public sale, for cash or on credit, without an order of Court, and on such terms, conditions, and in such places as my Executrix shall deem expedient and best, and to execute and deliver good and sufficient deeds of conveyance and bills of sales therefore, and further, I direct my Executrix to perform all the duties of this office without being required to furnish or execute bond.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and seal, this the 11th day of September, 1969, and have written my name on the bottom of the one preceding page hereof.

Eliza Long Martin

Signed, sealed, published and declared by the said Eliza Long Martin to be her Last Will and Testament, in the presence of us, who at her request, in her presence, and in the presence of each other, have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses, having also together seen the Testatrix's name written by her on the bottom of the preceding one page hereof.

Sylvia Boles, 800 Redwood Court, Winston-Salem, NC

Sharon Alexander, Route 1, Clemmons, NC

L. S. Gordon, Jr., 4227 Sylvia Street, Winston-Salem, NC

Notes for Beulah Martha Martin:

General Notes:

TOBACCOVILLE - Mrs. Beulah Martin Shore, 92, of Tobaccoville, a resident of Village Care in King, passed away Wednesday, Sept. 7, 2005. She was born July 20, 1913, and was preceded in death by her parents, William Relius Martin and Elisa Long Martin; her husband, Hugh Thomas Shore; two sisters, Della Martin Shamel and Alice Martin George of Tobaccoville; a brother, Grady E. Martin of Stanleyville; and a daughter-in-law, Sandra Doub Shore, of Tobaccoville. Mrs. Shore is survived by four sons, Curtis Lentz Shore (Sylvia), Thomas Winburn Shore (Ann), Hugh Terry Shore and Bennie Ray Shore (Dianne), all of Tobaccoville; a sister, Mrs. Eva M. Johnson, of East Bend; two brothers, Roy W. Martin of Winston-Salem and Paul R. Martin of Wilmington; five grandchildren; and seven great-grandchildren. Mrs. Shore was active as long as her health allowed, in her church at Mizpah Moravian; the Women's Auxilary of Old Richmond Volunteer Fire Department; and Old Town Eastern Star No. 355. The family will receive friends from 7 to 9 tonight, Sept. 9, at Vogler & Sons Funeral Home, Reynolda Road. The funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday, Sept. 10, at Mizpah Moravian Church, with the Rev. Jon Boling officiating, followed by a graveside service in the church graveyard. The family would like to thank the nurses, CNAs and the entire staff at Village Care of King for the care given to our Mother. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be sent to Mizpah Moravian Church Graveyard Fund, 3195 Mizpah Church Road, Rural Hall, NC 27045. (Vogler & Sons Reynolda Road)

Published in the Winston-Salem Journal on 9/9/2005.

The following Memoir of Beulah Martin Shore was read, at her funeral by the pastor, Jon Boling.

Some people show who they are by what they say. Other people show who they are by what they do. Beulah Shore was just such a person.

Born in 1913 to William Relilus Martin and Eliza Long Martin, Beulah was raised according to the timeless ethic of hard work and the importance of family. One of seven children, Beulah knew what it meant to labor and to share. Growing up on a farm, Beulah and her siblings experienced first hand the daily toil and rewards of rural life. These early years shaped Beulah, forging her into a strong woman who expected much from herself and from those around her.

Beulah's marriage to Hugh Thomas Shore on July 22, 1932, began the most important phase of her life as a wife and especially as a mother to her sons Lentz, Winburn, Terry and Ray. When I asked the fellows if their mother and father had a close relationship, Terry replied, "They were close enough to have four boys." She cared enough for those boys to raise them right and to insist on their good behavior. If that behavior wandered, a useful bush stood at the ready to provide a switch for the tanning of young hides. The grandchildren also knew Maw Maw's expectations. Steve remembers once trying to avoid nap time by removing a window fan and climbing out to play in the backyard, forgetting there were other windows through which Beulah might discover that he and Carolyn had flown the coup. He wrote, "I'll never forget the look in her eyes, (and the fear in mine,) when we rain around the corner of the house only to meet her face to face standing there waiting on us." And just to be sure, Beulah had already closed their escape route by replacing the window fan, before heading outside. Needless to say there were no more problems with nap time after that. Beulah believed in the idea, "Spare the goldenrod, spoil the child." Her children and grandchildren though, grew to understand that this was all for their benefit - and now remember these times with affection. By her actions, Beulah was teaching and training those she loved most.

Yet, not only did she help her own children, as if four sons were not enough. Beulah also took in several boys who had nowhere else to go. She fed them, gave them a place to live and taught them how to work and how to act. She even received into her home an infant who had been scalded. Beulah cared for the child and nurtured her until she was well. Think of it, this very day we hear the plea for citizens of our land to help others find a home who have been displaced by circumstances beyond their control. Yet decades ago Beulah Shore was already engaged in such ministry. Jesus said, "When you have done it unto the least of these, my brethren, you have done it unto me."

Life also had its lighter moments for Beulah as she would often take the grandchildren to the King Dime Store to pick out a toy or to the Old Richmond Grill to pick out a hotdog. She enjoyed talking with her sisters. They kept each other informed on the latest news. They also made delicious Christmas cookies and enjoyed quilting. And even though she rarely left this area, while in her sixties, Beulah flew all the way to Texas to vist a former renter and friend. Long after this journey Beulah recalled with wonder and pride the experience of traveling so far and seeing so much away from her home.

The Lord gives every person a special gift. Beulah's gift was manifested in the kitchen. She was a wonderful cook. The thought of her pecan pie and other baked creations are still tasted in the memories of those who had the pleasure of enjoying them. They say you can't take it with you, but that's exactly what Beulah did with her recipes. She worked them from memory, as it was always a 'pinch of this and a little of that,' making them difficult for others to replicate.

And Beulah never let anyone go hungry. Not only did she feed her famly, but if someone in the community was in need, she was right there with a gift of food and attention to bring comfort and assistance during a difficult time. And you could not go Christmas caroling to the Shore home without being invited inside for refreshments. When we serve those around us, we serve the Lord. And as a member of Mizpah Moravian Church since 1942, Beulah was an importnat part of God's work in her efforts to support various activities, especially those involving meals. The popular lawn suppers for which Mizpah was well known was a favorite project for Beulah. She cared for her church and set an example for her family to follow, making sure her boys were there every Sunday. And even though Beulah could be feist in her speech, her actions still ring in our minds long after her voice was silenced by disease. Through hard work, discipline, her many culinary gifts and the special attention only a mother can bestow, Beulah bequeathed to her sons a legacy of devotion and good deeds to those in need. During the past ten years Beulah's family has lived that legacy in the devoted care they have shown to her. In the late 1980's Beulas was diagnosed with Alzheimer Disease and in 1995 it was necessary for her to move to a nursing care facility. Many people iln similar circumstances suffer the pain of separation and loneliness. Yet, Lentz, Winburn, Terry and Ray, along with their lovign wives, Sylvia, Ann, the late Sandra (and Terry's good friend Penny) and Diane committed themselves to Beulah's care and comfort by visiting her every day and making sure she had what she needed. An enduring testament to their faithfulness are the logbooks they kept, recording the names, days and times of each visit, along with pertinent information concerning Beulah's conditon. I was honored to sign the book with I visited. I would speak softly to Beulah for a few minutes before saying a prayer with her. I often felt that she was aware and maybe even understood what was happening. Her sons agreed. They would talk to her and encourage her, letting her know they were always there for her. These devoted children counted upon the endless mercies of God to communicate their love and devotion to the mother who had always been there for them. It did not matter that she could not verbally respond. In their actions the children were returning the gift their mother had given them.

This legacy has been passed on to Beulah's grandchildren. Again, Steve wrote, "When I would return home from college on weekends, she would be across the street and over to our house before I could get out of my car. She just wanted to see me and see how my week had fone. She just cared about us so much. Thank you, Maw Maw for loving me and caring for me the way you so genuinely did."

Lori has expressed her love for her grandmother in these prepared remarks with which I would like to conclude. She writes: "Maw Maw, when I think of you, the first thing that comes to mind is your cooking! You had a magic touch in the kitchen. It seems like you always had your delicious homemade light bread or my favorite pecan tarts fresh out of the oven every time I came through your door. And your grape leaf pickles, they were just the best! I could eat them until I made myself sick. I remember as a young girl, how you would always tell me to be good and how much Jesus loved me. You would read me Bible stories and you would play ball with me and Steve. I remember how you would chse me around the house sticking out your false teeth and making me scream and we would laugh so hard! Life seemed so simple back then. As I grew up, you talked to me about the value of family and you would tell me stories about my ancestors and you would sit with me for hours looking through drawer after drawer of old family photographs with some kind of story to follow about each one. I used to love to look through those old pictures with you, and what means the most to me now is that you took the time to do things like that with me. Maw Maw, what amazed and impressed me the most about you is how you took in needy children and gave them a home. It takes a special kind of person to take in someone else's kids and love them the way you did. I remember the care and time you put into the making of many beautiful quilts. I have the one you gave me on my bed and I will treasure it always. I remember as a teenager how I would sit and watch you put on your makeup and paint your fingernails. I had never seen anyone with as many bottles of fingernail polish as you had.

I'll never forget the day we were going to Old Town and you turned left at a red light in front of Leinbach Machinery and I ended up in the floor board scared half to death and how we argured because you told me that as long as a car was not coming, you COULD turn left on red. I can look back on that now and laugh because I know the good Lord was watching over us that day.

It has been hard watching your health decline over the years, but I know that on Wednesday afternoon at 1:15 p.m. you entered into God's kingdom and that you are now healthy and whole with Jesus. I know you are so proud of your boys. They have been by your side all these years caring for you the way you did for them. You certainly raised them right and the love and care they have shown to you reflects that.

I love you and thank you for being such a wonderful grandmother and I thank you for giving me such a great Dad and a close family that I am so blessed to be a part of.

Love,

Your granddaughter, Lori"

Yes, many people show their love by what they say. Others, like Beulah hore, show their love by what they do. May the Lord shine the light of His eternal glory upon our dear sister, Beulah, and may each of us know th epeace of our salvation in Jesus Christ, now and forevermore. Amen.

The Reverend Jonathan Boling, Pastor

Mizpah Moravian Church

September 10, 2005

Notes for Beulah Martha Martin:

General Notes:

TOBACCOVILLE - Mrs. Beulah Martin Shore, 92, of Tobaccoville, a resident of Village Care in King, passed away Wednesday, Sept. 7, 2005. She was born July 20, 1913, and was preceded in death by her parents, William Relius Martin and Elisa Long Martin; her husband, Hugh Thomas Shore; two sisters, Della Martin Shamel and Alice Martin George of Tobaccoville; a brother, Grady E. Martin of Stanleyville; and a daughter-in-law, Sandra Doub Shore, of Tobaccoville. Mrs. Shore is survived by four sons, Curtis Lentz Shore (Sylvia), Thomas Winburn Shore (Ann), Hugh Terry Shore and Bennie Ray Shore (Dianne), all of Tobaccoville; a sister, Mrs. Eva M. Johnson, of East Bend; two brothers, Roy W. Martin of Winston-Salem and Paul R. Martin of Wilmington; five grandchildren; and seven great-grandchildren. Mrs. Shore was active as long as her health allowed, in her church at Mizpah Moravian; the Women's Auxilary of Old Richmond Volunteer Fire Department; and Old Town Eastern Star No. 355. The family will receive friends from 7 to 9 tonight, Sept. 9, at Vogler & Sons Funeral Home, Reynolda Road. The funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday, Sept. 10, at Mizpah Moravian Church, with the Rev. Jon Boling officiating, followed by a graveside service in the church graveyard. The family would like to thank the nurses, CNAs and the entire staff at Village Care of King for the care given to our Mother. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be sent to Mizpah Moravian Church Graveyard Fund, 3195 Mizpah Church Road, Rural Hall, NC 27045. (Vogler & Sons Reynolda Road)

Published in the Winston-Salem Journal on 9/9/2005.

The following Memoir of Beulah Martin Shore was read, at her funeral by the pastor, Jon Boling.

Some people show who they are by what they say. Other people show who they are by what they do. Beulah Shore was just such a person.

Born in 1913 to William Relilus Martin and Eliza Long Martin, Beulah was raised according to the timeless ethic of hard work and the importance of family. One of seven children, Beulah knew what it meant to labor and to share. Growing up on a farm, Beulah and her siblings experienced first hand the daily toil and rewards of rural life. These early years shaped Beulah, forging her into a strong woman who expected much from herself and from those around her.

Beulah's marriage to Hugh Thomas Shore on July 22, 1932, began the most important phase of her life as a wife and especially as a mother to her sons Lentz, Winburn, Terry and Ray. When I asked the fellows if their mother and father had a close relationship, Terry replied, "They were close enough to have four boys." She cared enough for those boys to raise them right and to insist on their good behavior. If that behavior wandered, a useful bush stood at the ready to provide a switch for the tanning of young hides. The grandchildren also knew Maw Maw's expectations. Steve remembers once trying to avoid nap time by removing a window fan and climbing out to play in the backyard, forgetting there were other windows through which Beulah might discover that he and Carolyn had flown the coup. He wrote, "I'll never forget the look in her eyes, (and the fear in mine,) when we rain around the corner of the house only to meet her face to face standing there waiting on us." And just to be sure, Beulah had already closed their escape route by replacing the window fan, before heading outside. Needless to say there were no more problems with nap time after that. Beulah believed in the idea, "Spare the goldenrod, spoil the child." Her children and grandchildren though, grew to understand that this was all for their benefit - and now remember these times with affection. By her actions, Beulah was teaching and training those she loved most.

Yet, not only did she help her own children, as if four sons were not enough. Beulah also took in several boys who had nowhere else to go. She fed them, gave them a place to live and taught them how to work and how to act. She even received into her home an infant who had been scalded. Beulah cared for the child and nurtured her until she was well. Think of it, this very day we hear the plea for citizens of our land to help others find a home who have been displaced by circumstances beyond their control. Yet decades ago Beulah Shore was already engaged in such ministry. Jesus said, "When you have done it unto the least of these, my brethren, you have done it unto me."

Life also had its lighter moments for Beulah as she would often take the grandchildren to the King Dime Store to pick out a toy or to the Old Richmond Grill to pick out a hotdog. She enjoyed talking with her sisters. They kept each other informed on the latest news. They also made delicious Christmas cookies and enjoyed quilting. And even though she rarely left this area, while in her sixties, Beulah flew all the way to Texas to vist a former renter and friend. Long after this journey Beulah recalled with wonder and pride the experience of traveling so far and seeing so much away from her home.

The Lord gives every person a special gift. Beulah's gift was manifested in the kitchen. She was a wonderful cook. The thought of her pecan pie and other baked creations are still tasted in the memories of those who had the pleasure of enjoying them. They say you can't take it with you, but that's exactly what Beulah did with her recipes. She worked them from memory, as it was always a 'pinch of this and a little of that,' making them difficult for others to replicate.

And Beulah never let anyone go hungry. Not only did she feed her famly, but if someone in the community was in need, she was right there with a gift of food and attention to bring comfort and assistance during a difficult time. And you could not go Christmas caroling to the Shore home without being invited inside for refreshments. When we serve those around us, we serve the Lord. And as a member of Mizpah Moravian Church since 1942, Beulah was an importnat part of God's work in her efforts to support various activities, especially those involving meals. The popular lawn suppers for which Mizpah was well known was a favorite project for Beulah. She cared for her church and set an example for her family to follow, making sure her boys were there every Sunday. And even though Beulah could be feist in her speech, her actions still ring in our minds long after her voice was silenced by disease. Through hard work, discipline, her many culinary gifts and the special attention only a mother can bestow, Beulah bequeathed to her sons a legacy of devotion and good deeds to those in need. During the past ten years Beulah's family has lived that legacy in the devoted care they have shown to her. In the late 1980's Beulas was diagnosed with Alzheimer Disease and in 1995 it was necessary for her to move to a nursing care facility. Many people iln similar circumstances suffer the pain of separation and loneliness. Yet, Lentz, Winburn, Terry and Ray, along with their lovign wives, Sylvia, Ann, the late Sandra (and Terry's good friend Penny) and Diane committed themselves to Beulah's care and comfort by visiting her every day and making sure she had what she needed. An enduring testament to their faithfulness are the logbooks they kept, recording the names, days and times of each visit, along with pertinent information concerning Beulah's conditon. I was honored to sign the book with I visited. I would speak softly to Beulah for a few minutes before saying a prayer with her. I often felt that she was aware and maybe even understood what was happening. Her sons agreed. They would talk to her and encourage her, letting her know they were always there for her. These devoted children counted upon the endless mercies of God to communicate their love and devotion to the mother who had always been there for them. It did not matter that she could not verbally respond. In their actions the children were returning the gift their mother had given them.

This legacy has been passed on to Beulah's grandchildren. Again, Steve wrote, "When I would return home from college on weekends, she would be across the street and over to our house before I could get out of my car. She just wanted to see me and see how my week had fone. She just cared about us so much. Thank you, Maw Maw for loving me and caring for me the way you so genuinely did."

Lori has expressed her love for her grandmother in these prepared remarks with which I would like to conclude. She writes: "Maw Maw, when I think of you, the first thing that comes to mind is your cooking! You had a magic touch in the kitchen. It seems like you always had your delicious homemade light bread or my favorite pecan tarts fresh out of the oven every time I came through your door. And your grape leaf pickles, they were just the best! I could eat them until I made myself sick. I remember as a young girl, how you would always tell me to be good and how much Jesus loved me. You would read me Bible stories and you would play ball with me and Steve. I remember how you would chse me around the house sticking out your false teeth and making me scream and we would laugh so hard! Life seemed so simple back then. As I grew up, you talked to me about the value of family and you would tell me stories about my ancestors and you would sit with me for hours looking through drawer after drawer of old family photographs with some kind of story to follow about each one. I used to love to look through those old pictures with you, and what means the most to me now is that you took the time to do things like that with me. Maw Maw, what amazed and impressed me the most about you is how you took in needy children and gave them a home. It takes a special kind of person to take in someone else's kids and love them the way you did. I remember the care and time you put into the making of many beautiful quilts. I have the one you gave me on my bed and I will treasure it always. I remember as a teenager how I would sit and watch you put on your makeup and paint your fingernails. I had never seen anyone with as many bottles of fingernail polish as you had.

I'll never forget the day we were going to Old Town and you turned left at a red light in front of Leinbach Machinery and I ended up in the floor board scared half to death and how we argured because you told me that as long as a car was not coming, you COULD turn left on red. I can look back on that now and laugh because I know the good Lord was watching over us that day.

It has been hard watching your health decline over the years, but I know that on Wednesday afternoon at 1:15 p.m. you entered into God's kingdom and that you are now healthy and whole with Jesus. I know you are so proud of your boys. They have been by your side all these years caring for you the way you did for them. You certainly raised them right and the love and care they have shown to you reflects that.

I love you and thank you for being such a wonderful grandmother and I thank you for giving me such a great Dad and a close family that I am so blessed to be a part of.

Love,

Your granddaughter, Lori"

Yes, many people show their love by what they say. Others, like Beulah hore, show their love by what they do. May the Lord shine the light of His eternal glory upon our dear sister, Beulah, and may each of us know th epeace of our salvation in Jesus Christ, now and forevermore. Amen.

The Reverend Jonathan Boling, Pastor

Mizpah Moravian Church

September 10, 2005

Notes for Beulah Martha Martin:

General Notes:

TOBACCOVILLE - Mrs. Beulah Martin Shore, 92, of Tobaccoville, a resident of Village Care in King, passed away Wednesday, Sept. 7, 2005. She was born July 20, 1913, and was preceded in death by her parents, William Relius Martin and Elisa Long Martin; her husband, Hugh Thomas Shore; two sisters, Della Martin Shamel and Alice Martin George of Tobaccoville; a brother, Grady E. Martin of Stanleyville; and a daughter-in-law, Sandra Doub Shore, of Tobaccoville. Mrs. Shore is survived by four sons, Curtis Lentz Shore (Sylvia), Thomas Winburn Shore (Ann), Hugh Terry Shore and Bennie Ray Shore (Dianne), all of Tobaccoville; a sister, Mrs. Eva M. Johnson, of East Bend; two brothers, Roy W. Martin of Winston-Salem and Paul R. Martin of Wilmington; five grandchildren; and seven great-grandchildren. Mrs. Shore was active as long as her health allowed, in her church at Mizpah Moravian; the Women's Auxilary of Old Richmond Volunteer Fire Department; and Old Town Eastern Star No. 355. The family will receive friends from 7 to 9 tonight, Sept. 9, at Vogler & Sons Funeral Home, Reynolda Road. The funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday, Sept. 10, at Mizpah Moravian Church, with the Rev. Jon Boling officiating, followed by a graveside service in the church graveyard. The family would like to thank the nurses, CNAs and the entire staff at Village Care of King for the care given to our Mother. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be sent to Mizpah Moravian Church Graveyard Fund, 3195 Mizpah Church Road, Rural Hall, NC 27045. (Vogler & Sons Reynolda Road)

Published in the Winston-Salem Journal on 9/9/2005.

The following Memoir of Beulah Martin Shore was read, at her funeral by the pastor, Jon Boling.

Some people show who they are by what they say. Other people show who they are by what they do. Beulah Shore was just such a person.

Born in 1913 to William Relilus Martin and Eliza Long Martin, Beulah was raised according to the timeless ethic of hard work and the importance of family. One of seven children, Beulah knew what it meant to labor and to share. Growing up on a farm, Beulah and her siblings experienced first hand the daily toil and rewards of rural life. These early years shaped Beulah, forging her into a strong woman who expected much from herself and from those around her.

Beulah's marriage to Hugh Thomas Shore on July 22, 1932, began the most important phase of her life as a wife and especially as a mother to her sons Lentz, Winburn, Terry and Ray. When I asked the fellows if their mother and father had a close relationship, Terry replied, "They were close enough to have four boys." She cared enough for those boys to raise them right and to insist on their good behavior. If that behavior wandered, a useful bush stood at the ready to provide a switch for the tanning of young hides. The grandchildren also knew Maw Maw's expectations. Steve remembers once trying to avoid nap time by removing a window fan and climbing out to play in the backyard, forgetting there were other windows through which Beulah might discover that he and Carolyn had flown the coup. He wrote, "I'll never forget the look in her eyes, (and the fear in mine,) when we rain around the corner of the house only to meet her face to face standing there waiting on us." And just to be sure, Beulah had already closed their escape route by replacing the window fan, before heading outside. Needless to say there were no more problems with nap time after that. Beulah believed in the idea, "Spare the goldenrod, spoil the child." Her children and grandchildren though, grew to understand that this was all for their benefit - and now remember these times with affection. By her actions, Beulah was teaching and training those she loved most.

Yet, not only did she help her own children, as if four sons were not enough. Beulah also took in several boys who had nowhere else to go. She fed them, gave them a place to live and taught them how to work and how to act. She even received into her home an infant who had been scalded. Beulah cared for the child and nurtured her until she was well. Think of it, this very day we hear the plea for citizens of our land to help others find a home who have been displaced by circumstances beyond their control. Yet decades ago Beulah Shore was already engaged in such ministry. Jesus said, "When you have done it unto the least of these, my brethren, you have done it unto me."

Life also had its lighter moments for Beulah as she would often take the grandchildren to the King Dime Store to pick out a toy or to the Old Richmond Grill to pick out a hotdog. She enjoyed talking with her sisters. They kept each other informed on the latest news. They also made delicious Christmas cookies and enjoyed quilting. And even though she rarely left this area, while in her sixties, Beulah flew all the way to Texas to vist a former renter and friend. Long after this journey Beulah recalled with wonder and pride the experience of traveling so far and seeing so much away from her home.

The Lord gives every person a special gift. Beulah's gift was manifested in the kitchen. She was a wonderful cook. The thought of her pecan pie and other baked creations are still tasted in the memories of those who had the pleasure of enjoying them. They say you can't take it with you, but that's exactly what Beulah did with her recipes. She worked them from memory, as it was always a 'pinch of this and a little of that,' making them difficult for others to replicate.

And Beulah never let anyone go hungry. Not only did she feed her famly, but if someone in the community was in need, she was right there with a gift of food and attention to bring comfort and assistance during a difficult time. And you could not go Christmas caroling to the Shore home without being invited inside for refreshments. When we serve those around us, we serve the Lord. And as a member of Mizpah Moravian Church since 1942, Beulah was an importnat part of God's work in her efforts to support various activities, especially those involving meals. The popular lawn suppers for which Mizpah was well known was a favorite project for Beulah. She cared for her church and set an example for her family to follow, making sure her boys were there every Sunday. And even though Beulah could be feist in her speech, her actions still ring in our minds long after her voice was silenced by disease. Through hard work, discipline, her many culinary gifts and the special attention only a mother can bestow, Beulah bequeathed to her sons a legacy of devotion and good deeds to those in need. During the past ten years Beulah's family has lived that legacy in the devoted care they have shown to her. In the late 1980's Beulas was diagnosed with Alzheimer Disease and in 1995 it was necessary for her to move to a nursing care facility. Many people iln similar circumstances suffer the pain of separation and loneliness. Yet, Lentz, Winburn, Terry and Ray, along with their lovign wives, Sylvia, Ann, the late Sandra (and Terry's good friend Penny) and Diane committed themselves to Beulah's care and comfort by visiting her every day and making sure she had what she needed. An enduring testament to their faithfulness are the logbooks they kept, recording the names, days and times of each visit, along with pertinent information concerning Beulah's conditon. I was honored to sign the book with I visited. I would speak softly to Beulah for a few minutes before saying a prayer with her. I often felt that she was aware and maybe even understood what was happening. Her sons agreed. They would talk to her and encourage her, letting her know they were always there for her. These devoted children counted upon the endless mercies of God to communicate their love and devotion to the mother who had always been there for them. It did not matter that she could not verbally respond. In their actions the children were returning the gift their mother had given them.

This legacy has been passed on to Beulah's grandchildren. Again, Steve wrote, "When I would return home from college on weekends, she would be across the street and over to our house before I could get out of my car. She just wanted to see me and see how my week had fone. She just cared about us so much. Thank you, Maw Maw for loving me and caring for me the way you so genuinely did."

Lori has expressed her love for her grandmother in these prepared remarks with which I would like to conclude. She writes: "Maw Maw, when I think of you, the first thing that comes to mind is your cooking! You had a magic touch in the kitchen. It seems like you always had your delicious homemade light bread or my favorite pecan tarts fresh out of the oven every time I came through your door. And your grape leaf pickles, they were just the best! I could eat them until I made myself sick. I remember as a young girl, how you would always tell me to be good and how much Jesus loved me. You would read me Bible stories and you would play ball with me and Steve. I remember how you would chse me around the house sticking out your false teeth and making me scream and we would laugh so hard! Life seemed so simple back then. As I grew up, you talked to me about the value of family and you would tell me stories about my ancestors and you would sit with me for hours looking through drawer after drawer of old family photographs with some kind of story to follow about each one. I used to love to look through those old pictures with you, and what means the most to me now is that you took the time to do things like that with me. Maw Maw, what amazed and impressed me the most about you is how you took in needy children and gave them a home. It takes a special kind of person to take in someone else's kids and love them the way you did. I remember the care and time you put into the making of many beautiful quilts. I have the one you gave me on my bed and I will treasure it always. I remember as a teenager how I would sit and watch you put on your makeup and paint your fingernails. I had never seen anyone with as many bottles of fingernail polish as you had.

I'll never forget the day we were going to Old Town and you turned left at a red light in front of Leinbach Machinery and I ended up in the floor board scared half to death and how we argured because you told me that as long as a car was not coming, you COULD turn left on red. I can look back on that now and laugh because I know the good Lord was watching over us that day.

It has been hard watching your health decline over the years, but I know that on Wednesday afternoon at 1:15 p.m. you entered into God's kingdom and that you are now healthy and whole with Jesus. I know you are so proud of your boys. They have been by your side all these years caring for you the way you did for them. You certainly raised them right and the love and care they have shown to you reflects that.

I love you and thank you for being such a wonderful grandmother and I thank you for giving me such a great Dad and a close family that I am so blessed to be a part of.

Love,

Your granddaughter, Lori"

Yes, many people show their love by what they say. Others, like Beulah hore, show their love by what they do. May the Lord shine the light of His eternal glory upon our dear sister, Beulah, and may each of us know th epeace of our salvation in Jesus Christ, now and forevermore. Amen.

The Reverend Jonathan Boling, Pastor

Mizpah Moravian Church

September 10, 2005

Notes for Beulah Martha Martin:

General Notes:

TOBACCOVILLE - Mrs. Beulah Martin Shore, 92, of Tobaccoville, a resident of Village Care in King, passed away Wednesday, Sept. 7, 2005. She was born July 20, 1913, and was preceded in death by her parents, William Relius Martin and Elisa Long Martin; her husband, Hugh Thomas Shore; two sisters, Della Martin Shamel and Alice Martin George of Tobaccoville; a brother, Grady E. Martin of Stanleyville; and a daughter-in-law, Sandra Doub Shore, of Tobaccoville. Mrs. Shore is survived by four sons, Curtis Lentz Shore (Sylvia), Thomas Winburn Shore (Ann), Hugh Terry Shore and Bennie Ray Shore (Dianne), all of Tobaccoville; a sister, Mrs. Eva M. Johnson, of East Bend; two brothers, Roy W. Martin of Winston-Salem and Paul R. Martin of Wilmington; five grandchildren; and seven great-grandchildren. Mrs. Shore was active as long as her health allowed, in her church at Mizpah Moravian; the Women's Auxilary of Old Richmond Volunteer Fire Department; and Old Town Eastern Star No. 355. The family will receive friends from 7 to 9 tonight, Sept. 9, at Vogler & Sons Funeral Home, Reynolda Road. The funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday, Sept. 10, at Mizpah Moravian Church, with the Rev. Jon Boling officiating, followed by a graveside service in the church graveyard. The family would like to thank the nurses, CNAs and the entire staff at Village Care of King for the care given to our Mother. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be sent to Mizpah Moravian Church Graveyard Fund, 3195 Mizpah Church Road, Rural Hall, NC 27045. (Vogler & Sons Reynolda Road)

Published in the Winston-Salem Journal on 9/9/2005.

The following Memoir of Beulah Martin Shore was read, at her funeral by the pastor, Jon Boling.

Some people show who they are by what they say. Other people show who they are by what they do. Beulah Shore was just such a person.

Born in 1913 to William Relilus Martin and Eliza Long Martin, Beulah was raised according to the timeless ethic of hard work and the importance of family. One of seven children, Beulah knew what it meant to labor and to share. Growing up on a farm, Beulah and her siblings experienced first hand the daily toil and rewards of rural life. These early years shaped Beulah, forging her into a strong woman who expected much from herself and from those around her.

Beulah's marriage to Hugh Thomas Shore on July 22, 1932, began the most important phase of her life as a wife and especially as a mother to her sons Lentz, Winburn, Terry and Ray. When I asked the fellows if their mother and father had a close relationship, Terry replied, "They were close enough to have four boys." She cared enough for those boys to raise them right and to insist on their good behavior. If that behavior wandered, a useful bush stood at the ready to provide a switch for the tanning of young hides. The grandchildren also knew Maw Maw's expectations. Steve remembers once trying to avoid nap time by removing a window fan and climbing out to play in the backyard, forgetting there were other windows through which Beulah might discover that he and Carolyn had flown the coup. He wrote, "I'll never forget the look in her eyes, (and the fear in mine,) when we rain around the corner of the house only to meet her face to face standing there waiting on us." And just to be sure, Beulah had already closed their escape route by replacing the window fan, before heading outside. Needless to say there were no more problems with nap time after that. Beulah believed in the idea, "Spare the goldenrod, spoil the child." Her children and grandchildren though, grew to understand that this was all for their benefit - and now remember these times with affection. By her actions, Beulah was teaching and training those she loved most.

Yet, not only did she help her own children, as if four sons were not enough. Beulah also took in several boys who had nowhere else to go. She fed them, gave them a place to live and taught them how to work and how to act. She even received into her home an infant who had been scalded. Beulah cared for the child and nurtured her until she was well. Think of it, this very day we hear the plea for citizens of our land to help others find a home who have been displaced by circumstances beyond their control. Yet decades ago Beulah Shore was already engaged in such ministry. Jesus said, "When you have done it unto the least of these, my brethren, you have done it unto me."

Life also had its lighter moments for Beulah as she would often take the grandchildren to the King Dime Store to pick out a toy or to the Old Richmond Grill to pick out a hotdog. She enjoyed talking with her sisters. They kept each other informed on the latest news. They also made delicious Christmas cookies and enjoyed quilting. And even though she rarely left this area, while in her sixties, Beulah flew all the way to Texas to vist a former renter and friend. Long after this journey Beulah recalled with wonder and pride the experience of traveling so far and seeing so much away from her home.

The Lord gives every person a special gift. Beulah's gift was manifested in the kitchen. She was a wonderful cook. The thought of her pecan pie and other baked creations are still tasted in the memories of those who had the pleasure of enjoying them. They say you can't take it with you, but that's exactly what Beulah did with her recipes. She worked them from memory, as it was always a 'pinch of this and a little of that,' making them difficult for others to replicate.

And Beulah never let anyone go hungry. Not only did she feed her famly, but if someone in the community was in need, she was right there with a gift of food and attention to bring comfort and assistance during a difficult time. And you could not go Christmas caroling to the Shore home without being invited inside for refreshments. When we serve those around us, we serve the Lord. And as a member of Mizpah Moravian Church since 1942, Beulah was an importnat part of God's work in her efforts to support various activities, especially those involving meals. The popular lawn suppers for which Mizpah was well known was a favorite project for Beulah. She cared for her church and set an example for her family to follow, making sure her boys were there every Sunday. And even though Beulah could be feist in her speech, her actions still ring in our minds long after her voice was silenced by disease. Through hard work, discipline, her many culinary gifts and the special attention only a mother can bestow, Beulah bequeathed to her sons a legacy of devotion and good deeds to those in need. During the past ten years Beulah's family has lived that legacy in the devoted care they have shown to her. In the late 1980's Beulas was diagnosed with Alzheimer Disease and in 1995 it was necessary for her to move to a nursing care facility. Many people iln similar circumstances suffer the pain of separation and loneliness. Yet, Lentz, Winburn, Terry and Ray, along with their lovign wives, Sylvia, Ann, the late Sandra (and Terry's good friend Penny) and Diane committed themselves to Beulah's care and comfort by visiting her every day and making sure she had what she needed. An enduring testament to their faithfulness are the logbooks they kept, recording the names, days and times of each visit, along with pertinent information concerning Beulah's conditon. I was honored to sign the book with I visited. I would speak softly to Beulah for a few minutes before saying a prayer with her. I often felt that she was aware and maybe even understood what was happening. Her sons agreed. They would talk to her and encourage her, letting her know they were always there for her. These devoted children counted upon the endless mercies of God to communicate their love and devotion to the mother who had always been there for them. It did not matter that she could not verbally respond. In their actions the children were returning the gift their mother had given them.

This legacy has been passed on to Beulah's grandchildren. Again, Steve wrote, "When I would return home from college on weekends, she would be across the street and over to our house before I could get out of my car. She just wanted to see me and see how my week had fone. She just cared about us so much. Thank you, Maw Maw for loving me and caring for me the way you so genuinely did."

Lori has expressed her love for her grandmother in these prepared remarks with which I would like to conclude. She writes: "Maw Maw, when I think of you, the first thing that comes to mind is your cooking! You had a magic touch in the kitchen. It seems like you always had your delicious homemade light bread or my favorite pecan tarts fresh out of the oven every time I came through your door. And your grape leaf pickles, they were just the best! I could eat them until I made myself sick. I remember as a young girl, how you would always tell me to be good and how much Jesus loved me. You would read me Bible stories and you would play ball with me and Steve. I remember how you would chse me around the house sticking out your false teeth and making me scream and we would laugh so hard! Life seemed so simple back then. As I grew up, you talked to me about the value of family and you would tell me stories about my ancestors and you would sit with me for hours looking through drawer after drawer of old family photographs with some kind of story to follow about each one. I used to love to look through those old pictures with you, and what means the most to me now is that you took the time to do things like that with me. Maw Maw, what amazed and impressed me the most about you is how you took in needy children and gave them a home. It takes a special kind of person to take in someone else's kids and love them the way you did. I remember the care and time you put into the making of many beautiful quilts. I have the one you gave me on my bed and I will treasure it always. I remember as a teenager how I would sit and watch you put on your makeup and paint your fingernails. I had never seen anyone with as many bottles of fingernail polish as you had.

I'll never forget the day we were going to Old Town and you turned left at a red light in front of Leinbach Machinery and I ended up in the floor board scared half to death and how we argured because you told me that as long as a car was not coming, you COULD turn left on red. I can look back on that now and laugh because I know the good Lord was watching over us that day.

It has been hard watching your health decline over the years, but I know that on Wednesday afternoon at 1:15 p.m. you entered into God's kingdom and that you are now healthy and whole with Jesus. I know you are so proud of your boys. They have been by your side all these years caring for you the way you did for them. You certainly raised them right and the love and care they have shown to you reflects that.

I love you and thank you for being such a wonderful grandmother and I thank you for giving me such a great Dad and a close family that I am so blessed to be a part of.

Love,

Your granddaughter, Lori"

Yes, many people show their love by what they say. Others, like Beulah hore, show their love by what they do. May the Lord shine the light of His eternal glory upon our dear sister, Beulah, and may each of us know th epeace of our salvation in Jesus Christ, now and forevermore. Amen.

The Reverend Jonathan Boling, Pastor

Mizpah Moravian Church

September 10, 2005

Notes for Grady Ezekial Martin:

General Notes:

Obit:

RURAL HALL - Mr. Grady Martin, 79, died Nov. 3, 2002 at Kate B. Reynolds Hospice Home in Winston-Salem after an extended illness. He was born Sept. 19, 1923, in Forsyth County, the eighth of nine children, to the late William Relius and Eliza Elvira Long Martin. Mr. Martin was a lifelong member of Macedonia Baptist Church in Tobaccoville. A veteran and member of King American Legion Post No. 209, he served his country in both World War II in the 1st Artillery Division (infamously known as the Big Red 1) and briefly in the Korean War. He retired from Bocock-Stroud Co. in Winston-Salem as an appliance and electrical repairman with over 45 years of service to the company. Mr. Martin was a longtime member of the Old Salem Chapter of AACA (Antique Automobile Club of America). His many hobbies included collecting antiques and restoring and showing vintage cars. For his efforts, he accumulated numerous awards and prized collectibles and became a very well respected, liked, and an active member of his community. In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his former wife, Della Jane Knight Martin, two sisters; Della Martin Shamel and Alice Martin George; and two brothers, Arthur Martin and a unnamed male infant. Mr. Martin is survived by a son and daughter-in-law, Jerry Wayne and Judith F. Martin of Hildebran; a daughter and son-in-law, Ann and James Smith of King; five grandchildren, Diane Martin McMonagle and Susan Rae Martin of Hildebran, Kathy L. Martin Rayfield of Boone, Keenan A. Smith of King and Preston G. Smith of Greensboro; two great-grandchildren, Jessica N. Moore and Samuel Jacob McMonagle of Hildebran; two sisters, Beulah Martin Shore of Old Richmond and Eva Martin of East Bend; and two brothers, Roy Worth Martin of Winston-Salem and Paul Ray Martin of Wilmington. He is also survived by his longtime friend and companion Palma (Pam) Ellis of Welcome. The funeral service for Mr. Martin will be held at 1 p.m. Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2002, at Hayworth-Miller Chapel in Rural Hall. Burial will follow at Macedonia Baptist Church Cemetery in Tobaccoville with full military honors given by American Legion Post No. 209. The family will receive friends from 7 to 9 this evening at the funeral home. In addition to the pallbearers, members of the Old Salem AACA will serve as honorary pallbearers. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Macedonia Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, P.O. Box 341, Tobaccoville, NC 27050.

Published in the Winston-Salem Journal on 11/5/2002.

Notes for Grady Ezekial Martin:

General Notes:

Obit:

RURAL HALL - Mr. Grady Martin, 79, died Nov. 3, 2002 at Kate B. Reynolds Hospice Home in Winston-Salem after an extended illness. He was born Sept. 19, 1923, in Forsyth County, the eighth of nine children, to the late William Relius and Eliza Elvira Long Martin. Mr. Martin was a lifelong member of Macedonia Baptist Church in Tobaccoville. A veteran and member of King American Legion Post No. 209, he served his country in both World War II in the 1st Artillery Division (infamously known as the Big Red 1) and briefly in the Korean War. He retired from Bocock-Stroud Co. in Winston-Salem as an appliance and electrical repairman with over 45 years of service to the company. Mr. Martin was a longtime member of the Old Salem Chapter of AACA (Antique Automobile Club of America). His many hobbies included collecting antiques and restoring and showing vintage cars. For his efforts, he accumulated numerous awards and prized collectibles and became a very well respected, liked, and an active member of his community. In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his former wife, Della Jane Knight Martin, two sisters; Della Martin Shamel and Alice Martin George; and two brothers, Arthur Martin and a unnamed male infant. Mr. Martin is survived by a son and daughter-in-law, Jerry Wayne and Judith F. Martin of Hildebran; a daughter and son-in-law, Ann and James Smith of King; five grandchildren, Diane Martin McMonagle and Susan Rae Martin of Hildebran, Kathy L. Martin Rayfield of Boone, Keenan A. Smith of King and Preston G. Smith of Greensboro; two great-grandchildren, Jessica N. Moore and Samuel Jacob McMonagle of Hildebran; two sisters, Beulah Martin Shore of Old Richmond and Eva Martin of East Bend; and two brothers, Roy Worth Martin of Winston-Salem and Paul Ray Martin of Wilmington. He is also survived by his longtime friend and companion Palma (Pam) Ellis of Welcome. The funeral service for Mr. Martin will be held at 1 p.m. Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2002, at Hayworth-Miller Chapel in Rural Hall. Burial will follow at Macedonia Baptist Church Cemetery in Tobaccoville with full military honors given by American Legion Post No. 209. The family will receive friends from 7 to 9 this evening at the funeral home. In addition to the pallbearers, members of the Old Salem AACA will serve as honorary pallbearers. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Macedonia Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, P.O. Box 341, Tobaccoville, NC 27050.

Published in the Winston-Salem Journal on 11/5/2002.

Notes for James Ausband Martin:

General Notes:

James Ausband Martin served in the Civil War. His war records show the following information: At the time of his enlistment he had been residing in Stokes Co., NC as a farmer. He enlisted at Danbury, NC 20 Mar 1862 as Private with Company G., NC 53rd Regiment. The men in Co. G of the 53rd Regiment were known as "The Mountain Grays." His description was given as dark complexion, dark hair and eyes, and his height was 5'7". Roll of Honor gives same data showing his status of enlistment as volunteer with age of 27. National Archives in Washington, DC show his enlistment age at 22/27. This could explain why his military grave marker shows his birth date as 1835 instead of l838. His prisoner of war records show he was captured at Gettysburg on 3 Jul 1863, confined at Fort McHenry, MD for a brief time; transferred to Fort Delaware, DE 9 Jul 1863, arriving there on or about 12 Jul 1863. Civil War History records produce evidence that James was one of one hundred and five men from the NC 53rd Regiment to survive the July 3rd battle at Gettysburg, PA. He was one of thirty-four men able to walk to prison. The other seventy-one were wounded and had to be transported by wagon. According to Civil War historians, Fort Delaware was one of the worst prisons for a confederate soldier to find himself in. One of every four prisoners died and all the prisoners suffered from the severe cold weather, the dampness, dysentery, fevers, lice and a host of other ailments. James must have been a very strong man to have endured his imprisonment. He was released 19 Jun 1865. His name appears as signature (his mark) to Oath of Allegiance, subscribed to at Fort Delaware, DE

After the war, James returned to Stokes Co., NC and married Mary Rebecca Moorefield Boaz on 5 Mar 1866. She was the widow of Robert Boaz, who was killed during the Civil War. The 1880 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC shows James, his wife Rebecca and their five children living in the Peters Creek Township. This area is near the VA/NC state line. The 1900 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC shows James as a widower, living with his son, William R. and his sister, Susie Martin Frye. Susie was a widow and she and two of her children, Agnes and Robert L. Frye lived with James at this time. They were living in the west division of the Sauratown Township of Stokes Co., NC. In his later years, James lived with his son, William R. Martin, in Tobaccoville, NC. When he died, he was carried by horse and wagon approximately thirty miles back to Walnut Cove, NC to be buried beside his beloved Rebecca.

The 1870 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC shows the following:

James A. Martin 32mw farmer leased $150/125 VA can't read nor write

Rebecca 26fw keeping house " " " " "

Charles* 12mw at home " " " " "

Robert* 8mw at home NC

James M. 4mw at home "

Susan J. 1fm at home "

*Charles and Robert Boaz were Rebecca's children from her first marriage to Robert Boaz.

Paul and Jo Martin obtained a tintype picture of James Ausband Martin in late 1960's. They had a professional photographer make a copy for them and the siblings of Paul. This picture shows James Ausband Martin dressed in his military clothes holding a long barreled pistol across his chest. William Jordan, author, of Raleigh, NC identified this weapon as a .31 caliber pocket model 1849 Colt Revolver.

James Ausband lived with the parents of Paul Martin until his death. Often, before his death, Paul Martin spoke of that weapon and wondered what happened to it. We even wondered if, perhaps James had borrowed the gun for the picture. In February of 2008, Jo Martin was talking with her sister-in-law, Eva Johnson, about the great job that Eliza Long Martin had done in raising her children after the death of her husband. Jo mentioned to Eva the episode that happened when Paul was bout ten and his brother, Grady was fifteen years old. They had found a 22 rifle and took it, unloaded, to the woods to "practice" shooting squirrels. Eliza found what her boys had done and took the rifle outside and threw it into the outside toilet or "outhouse" as it was then called. Jo told Eva that she guessed Eliza was the first woman to practice gun control and Eva said, "oh, she started that a long time before throwing the rifle away." Jo asked her what she meant and heard the following story: Eliza's husband, William R. Martin, had a sister named Susan Isabella Martin who married William Bryant. Their son, Joseph, hlis wife and children, were visiting the Martin home and after the dinner meal, one of their children left the table and went into another room of the house. He came back into the dining room with the above mentioned pistol. James Ausband's son, William had placed his late father's pistol on a wall under his picture. The youngster had seen it and took it off the wall and brought it into the view of all the others. As soon as the Bryant family left, Eva says that Eliza Long Martin took the pistol to the outhouse and threw it in. She knew it would be safe from children there. So, after many, many years the secret of what happened to Grandpa's revolver is solved.

I only wished I had known this story and could have shared it with my husband before his death.

Notes for James Ausband Martin:

General Notes:

James Ausband Martin served in the Civil War. His war records show the following information: At the time of his enlistment he had been residing in Stokes Co., NC as a farmer. He enlisted at Danbury, NC 20 Mar 1862 as Private with Company G., NC 53rd Regiment. The men in Co. G of the 53rd Regiment were known as "The Mountain Grays." His description was given as dark complexion, dark hair and eyes, and his height was 5'7". Roll of Honor gives same data showing his status of enlistment as volunteer with age of 27. National Archives in Washington, DC show his enlistment age at 22/27. This could explain why his military grave marker shows his birth date as 1835 instead of l838. His prisoner of war records show he was captured at Gettysburg on 3 Jul 1863, confined at Fort McHenry, MD for a brief time; transferred to Fort Delaware, DE 9 Jul 1863, arriving there on or about 12 Jul 1863. Civil War History records produce evidence that James was one of one hundred and five men from the NC 53rd Regiment to survive the July 3rd battle at Gettysburg, PA. He was one of thirty-four men able to walk to prison. The other seventy-one were wounded and had to be transported by wagon. According to Civil War historians, Fort Delaware was one of the worst prisons for a confederate soldier to find himself in. One of every four prisoners died and all the prisoners suffered from the severe cold weather, the dampness, dysentery, fevers, lice and a host of other ailments. James must have been a very strong man to have endured his imprisonment. He was released 19 Jun 1865. His name appears as signature (his mark) to Oath of Allegiance, subscribed to at Fort Delaware, DE

After the war, James returned to Stokes Co., NC and married Mary Rebecca Moorefield Boaz on 5 Mar 1866. She was the widow of Robert Boaz, who was killed during the Civil War. The 1880 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC shows James, his wife Rebecca and their five children living in the Peters Creek Township. This area is near the VA/NC state line. The 1900 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC shows James as a widower, living with his son, William R. and his sister, Susie Martin Frye. Susie was a widow and she and two of her children, Agnes and Robert L. Frye lived with James at this time. They were living in the west division of the Sauratown Township of Stokes Co., NC. In his later years, James lived with his son, William R. Martin, in Tobaccoville, NC. When he died, he was carried by horse and wagon approximately thirty miles back to Walnut Cove, NC to be buried beside his beloved Rebecca.

The 1870 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC shows the following:

James A. Martin 32mw farmer leased $150/125 VA can't read nor write

Rebecca 26fw keeping house " " " " "

Charles* 12mw at home " " " " "

Robert* 8mw at home NC

James M. 4mw at home "

Susan J. 1fm at home "

*Charles and Robert Boaz were Rebecca's children from her first marriage to Robert Boaz.

Paul and Jo Martin obtained a tintype picture of James Ausband Martin in late 1960's. They had a professional photographer make a copy for them and the siblings of Paul. This picture shows James Ausband Martin dressed in his military clothes holding a long barreled pistol across his chest. William Jordan, author, of Raleigh, NC identified this weapon as a .31 caliber pocket model 1849 Colt Revolver.

James Ausband lived with the parents of Paul Martin until his death. Often, before his death, Paul Martin spoke of that weapon and wondered what happened to it. We even wondered if, perhaps James had borrowed the gun for the picture. In February of 2008, Jo Martin was talking with her sister-in-law, Eva Johnson, about the great job that Eliza Long Martin had done in raising her children after the death of her husband. Jo mentioned to Eva the episode that happened when Paul was bout ten and his brother, Grady was fifteen years old. They had found a 22 rifle and took it, unloaded, to the woods to "practice" shooting squirrels. Eliza found what her boys had done and took the rifle outside and threw it into the outside toilet or "outhouse" as it was then called. Jo told Eva that she guessed Eliza was the first woman to practice gun control and Eva said, "oh, she started that a long time before throwing the rifle away." Jo asked her what she meant and heard the following story: Eliza's husband, William R. Martin, had a sister named Susan Isabella Martin who married William Bryant. Their son, Joseph, hlis wife and children, were visiting the Martin home and after the dinner meal, one of their children left the table and went into another room of the house. He came back into the dining room with the above mentioned pistol. James Ausband's son, William had placed his late father's pistol on a wall under his picture. The youngster had seen it and took it off the wall and brought it into the view of all the others. As soon as the Bryant family left, Eva says that Eliza Long Martin took the pistol to the outhouse and threw it in. She knew it would be safe from children there. So, after many, many years the secret of what happened to Grandpa's revolver is solved.

I only wished I had known this story and could have shared it with my husband before his death.

Notes for James Ausband Martin:

General Notes:

James Ausband Martin served in the Civil War. His war records show the following information: At the time of his enlistment he had been residing in Stokes Co., NC as a farmer. He enlisted at Danbury, NC 20 Mar 1862 as Private with Company G., NC 53rd Regiment. The men in Co. G of the 53rd Regiment were known as "The Mountain Grays." His description was given as dark complexion, dark hair and eyes, and his height was 5'7". Roll of Honor gives same data showing his status of enlistment as volunteer with age of 27. National Archives in Washington, DC show his enlistment age at 22/27. This could explain why his military grave marker shows his birth date as 1835 instead of l838. His prisoner of war records show he was captured at Gettysburg on 3 Jul 1863, confined at Fort McHenry, MD for a brief time; transferred to Fort Delaware, DE 9 Jul 1863, arriving there on or about 12 Jul 1863. Civil War History records produce evidence that James was one of one hundred and five men from the NC 53rd Regiment to survive the July 3rd battle at Gettysburg, PA. He was one of thirty-four men able to walk to prison. The other seventy-one were wounded and had to be transported by wagon. According to Civil War historians, Fort Delaware was one of the worst prisons for a confederate soldier to find himself in. One of every four prisoners died and all the prisoners suffered from the severe cold weather, the dampness, dysentery, fevers, lice and a host of other ailments. James must have been a very strong man to have endured his imprisonment. He was released 19 Jun 1865. His name appears as signature (his mark) to Oath of Allegiance, subscribed to at Fort Delaware, DE

After the war, James returned to Stokes Co., NC and married Mary Rebecca Moorefield Boaz on 5 Mar 1866. She was the widow of Robert Boaz, who was killed during the Civil War. The 1880 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC shows James, his wife Rebecca and their five children living in the Peters Creek Township. This area is near the VA/NC state line. The 1900 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC shows James as a widower, living with his son, William R. and his sister, Susie Martin Frye. Susie was a widow and she and two of her children, Agnes and Robert L. Frye lived with James at this time. They were living in the west division of the Sauratown Township of Stokes Co., NC. In his later years, James lived with his son, William R. Martin, in Tobaccoville, NC. When he died, he was carried by horse and wagon approximately thirty miles back to Walnut Cove, NC to be buried beside his beloved Rebecca.

The 1870 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC shows the following:

James A. Martin 32mw farmer leased $150/125 VA can't read nor write

Rebecca 26fw keeping house " " " " "

Charles* 12mw at home " " " " "

Robert* 8mw at home NC

James M. 4mw at home "

Susan J. 1fm at home "

*Charles and Robert Boaz were Rebecca's children from her first marriage to Robert Boaz.

Paul and Jo Martin obtained a tintype picture of James Ausband Martin in late 1960's. They had a professional photographer make a copy for them and the siblings of Paul. This picture shows James Ausband Martin dressed in his military clothes holding a long barreled pistol across his chest. William Jordan, author, of Raleigh, NC identified this weapon as a .31 caliber pocket model 1849 Colt Revolver.

James Ausband lived with the parents of Paul Martin until his death. Often, before his death, Paul Martin spoke of that weapon and wondered what happened to it. We even wondered if, perhaps James had borrowed the gun for the picture. In February of 2008, Jo Martin was talking with her sister-in-law, Eva Johnson, about the great job that Eliza Long Martin had done in raising her children after the death of her husband. Jo mentioned to Eva the episode that happened when Paul was bout ten and his brother, Grady was fifteen years old. They had found a 22 rifle and took it, unloaded, to the woods to "practice" shooting squirrels. Eliza found what her boys had done and took the rifle outside and threw it into the outside toilet or "outhouse" as it was then called. Jo told Eva that she guessed Eliza was the first woman to practice gun control and Eva said, "oh, she started that a long time before throwing the rifle away." Jo asked her what she meant and heard the following story: Eliza's husband, William R. Martin, had a sister named Susan Isabella Martin who married William Bryant. Their son, Joseph, hlis wife and children, were visiting the Martin home and after the dinner meal, one of their children left the table and went into another room of the house. He came back into the dining room with the above mentioned pistol. James Ausband's son, William had placed his late father's pistol on a wall under his picture. The youngster had seen it and took it off the wall and brought it into the view of all the others. As soon as the Bryant family left, Eva says that Eliza Long Martin took the pistol to the outhouse and threw it in. She knew it would be safe from children there. So, after many, many years the secret of what happened to Grandpa's revolver is solved.

I only wished I had known this story and could have shared it with my husband before his death.

Notes for John Henry Long:

General Notes:

John Henry Long is buried in the Long Family Cemetery just off Ridge Road on the former Esker Long farm. He, his two brothers and their mother and father, John Jacob and Rachel Hunter Long are buried there. Some markers are too worn to be read. Grady Martin, a grandson of John Henry Long, told me he discovered recently, while cleaning the markers, that the grave markers of John Henry and his two brothers are made of marble, and they cleaned up much better than the others. Many family members such as Richard and Marie Butner, Paul and Jo Martin and others visit these ancestors graves and periodically pick up litter and trash that seems to accumulate in our modern world. This is one of the few ways we have of honoring our ancestors.

John Henry owned land that extended from Tobaccoville, NC all the way down Ridge Road in Tobaccoville and across Highway 67. Much of this land has been sold through the years to those outside the family, however there still remains many descendants living on original "Big John Long Property". The Richard and W. H. Butner families of Tobaccoville, NC still own and live on some of the acreage inherited from John Henry. Bennie Adams, a great-great-great-grandson of John Henry Long lives on and owns property that was bought by his great grandmother, Alice Martin George from her aunt, Lizzie Long Flynn.

John Henry Long (known as "Big John") enlisted as a private in the Civil War 18 Jul 1862 with Co. G, 33rd NC Infantry. He became a prisoner of war and after his release from prison, when he had taken a bath, he said he "felt as if he had been transferred from hell to heaven."

Notes for John Henry Long:

General Notes:

John Henry Long is buried in the Long Family Cemetery just off Ridge Road on the former Esker Long farm. He, his two brothers and their mother and father, John Jacob and Rachel Hunter Long are buried there. Some markers are too worn to be read. Grady Martin, a grandson of John Henry Long, told me he discovered recently, while cleaning the markers, that the grave markers of John Henry and his two brothers are made of marble, and they cleaned up much better than the others. Many family members such as Richard and Marie Butner, Paul and Jo Martin and others visit these ancestors graves and periodically pick up litter and trash that seems to accumulate in our modern world. This is one of the few ways we have of honoring our ancestors.

John Henry owned land that extended from Tobaccoville, NC all the way down Ridge Road in Tobaccoville and across Highway 67. Much of this land has been sold through the years to those outside the family, however there still remains many descendants living on original "Big John Long Property". The Richard and W. H. Butner families of Tobaccoville, NC still own and live on some of the acreage inherited from John Henry. Bennie Adams, a great-great-great-grandson of John Henry Long lives on and owns property that was bought by his great grandmother, Alice Martin George from her aunt, Lizzie Long Flynn.

John Henry Long (known as "Big John") enlisted as a private in the Civil War 18 Jul 1862 with Co. G, 33rd NC Infantry. He became a prisoner of war and after his release from prison, when he had taken a bath, he said he "felt as if he had been transferred from hell to heaven."

Notes for Thomas J. Martin:

General Notes:

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Thomas Martin, born about 1802, married Emily Ellis 15 Oct 1837 in Bedford Co., VA. According to the 1840 Federal Census, Thomas and Emily were born in Bedford Co.,VA and lived there at the time of their marriage. These records reveal Thomas and Emily's oldest child, James Ausband Martin, was born in Bedford Co.,VA in 1838. The family moved to Patrick Co., VA about 1844. Bedford Co., VA Deed Book # 30, page 451 reveals a Deed of Trust from Thomas Martin to Meridith (Meredith) Ashwell and Benjamin B. Ellis for his personal property for three bonds, $95.00 on 5 May 1842, $87.00 on 2 Oct 1842 and $65.00 on 1 Jan 1843. (These two men were Thomas' brothers-in-law) Bedford Co., VA Deed Book # 31, page 11 notes the personal property of Thomas Martin was ordered to be sold 30 Dec 1843 to satisfy the Deed of Trust. This sale took place on 30 Dec 1843 and a list of sales was presented to the Bedford County Court on 22 Jan 1844 by Meridith Ashwell, Trustee of Thomas Martin.

All the personal property of Thomas and Emily was sold for $89.56. The list was itemized, denoting what each item brought at the sale, such as $3.50 for a black walnut blanket chest. It is believed the reason Thomas and Emily moved to Patrick Co., VA was to be near her brother, John Ellis who lived there with his family. A descendant of Meredith and Sarah Ellis Ashwell told me in 1991 that Thomas, Meredith and Benjamin were all gamblers and that the money Thomas had borrowed from them was for a gambling debt. This story had been handed down in his family for years. The 1850 Federal Census shows Thomas and Emily living in Patrick Co., VA with five of their six children.

Thomas and Emily did not show up on any 1860 census of VA or nearby NC

counties. We know Emily was living in 1852 as their youngest child, Susan

was born then.

Notes for Thomas J. Martin:

General Notes:

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Thomas Martin, born about 1802, married Emily Ellis 15 Oct 1837 in Bedford Co., VA. According to the 1840 Federal Census, Thomas and Emily were born in Bedford Co.,VA and lived there at the time of their marriage. These records reveal Thomas and Emily's oldest child, James Ausband Martin, was born in Bedford Co.,VA in 1838. The family moved to Patrick Co., VA about 1844. Bedford Co., VA Deed Book # 30, page 451 reveals a Deed of Trust from Thomas Martin to Meridith (Meredith) Ashwell and Benjamin B. Ellis for his personal property for three bonds, $95.00 on 5 May 1842, $87.00 on 2 Oct 1842 and $65.00 on 1 Jan 1843. (These two men were Thomas' brothers-in-law) Bedford Co., VA Deed Book # 31, page 11 notes the personal property of Thomas Martin was ordered to be sold 30 Dec 1843 to satisfy the Deed of Trust. This sale took place on 30 Dec 1843 and a list of sales was presented to the Bedford County Court on 22 Jan 1844 by Meridith Ashwell, Trustee of Thomas Martin.

All the personal property of Thomas and Emily was sold for $89.56. The list was itemized, denoting what each item brought at the sale, such as $3.50 for a black walnut blanket chest. It is believed the reason Thomas and Emily moved to Patrick Co., VA was to be near her brother, John Ellis who lived there with his family. A descendant of Meredith and Sarah Ellis Ashwell told me in 1991 that Thomas, Meredith and Benjamin were all gamblers and that the money Thomas had borrowed from them was for a gambling debt. This story had been handed down in his family for years. The 1850 Federal Census shows Thomas and Emily living in Patrick Co., VA with five of their six children.

Thomas and Emily did not show up on any 1860 census of VA or nearby NC

counties. We know Emily was living in 1852 as their youngest child, Susan

was born then.

Notes for Thomas J. Martin Jr.:

General Notes:

Thomas Martin was living in 1903 as Eliza Long Martin, wife of his nephew, William Martin, remembered him visiting his brother, James Martin. Evidently he lived near enough Walnut Cove, NC to be able to visit his family.

Notes for Thomas J. Martin Jr.:

General Notes:

Thomas Martin was living in 1903 as Eliza Long Martin, wife of his nephew, William Martin, remembered him visiting his brother, James Martin. Evidently he lived near enough Walnut Cove, NC to be able to visit his family.

Notes for Wright Moorefield:

General Notes:

In the Moorefield-Gibson Cemetery where Wright Moorefield is buried are possibly fifty other graves marked with rock, no inscriptions. This cemetery is maintained by Timmy Gibson. He states others known to be buried here are Pleas Gibson, Robert Gibson and William Moorefield. According to his research the Gibsons were originally from Rockingham Co., NC>

The 1870 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC show following:

Wright Moorefield 58mw farmer $0/135 NC*

Jane 57fw keeping house NC*

William 20mw at home NC

Thomas 16mw at home NC

Jefferson 14mw at home NC

John H. Mitchell 43mw farmer $0/212 NC

Elizabeth 37fw keeping house NC

Jeremiah 10mw at home NC

Wints Cox 16 mm farm laborer NC

*although census shows Wright & Jane Martin Moorefield being born in NC, birth records prove their births in VA

From: "William F. (Bill) Moorefield, III" <wmoorefi@...>

Date: Sun Sep 15, 2002 10:52 pm

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I got to feeling antsy this afternoon and decided to go riding. I had read about the burial site for Wright Morefield, son of William, Sr. and Rebecca, who moved from Halifax Co. to Patrick Co. in the 1820's. So I went to see it. From a post by Jo Martin on Worlconnect/Rootsweb, I got directions to the Moorefield-Gibson family cemetary in the Quaker Gap Township of Stokes Co., N.C. It took a visit to a neighbor nearby to find it, but I did. The cemetary is about 15 miles west of Danbury, almost to Surry Co., and is on rd. 1210, about 200 yards west of Jackson Rd. It is in a cow pasture, enclosed in a fence. The property is maintained by Timmy Gibson who lives about 1/4 mile away, (I also went by his parents house, his father's grandmother was Nancy Morefield who married Pleasant Gibson, Timmy was not at his home), and is very well neat and orderly. Both the pasture and cemetary are surrounded by electric fences, so care is necessary to enter. Here is what I found:

First, the cemetary does indeed contain the grave of Wright Morefield. The stone is about 1 1/2 feet tall, about 2" thick, and I could not read all the letters on it. It does give his birth as Oct. 20, 1812. His death date appears to me to be Apr. 11, but I could not read the year. This was partly due to the fact that it was misty/sprinkly, and I just could not read the wet rock. Also, I had on white pants and did not lay/kneel down to get a better look. There are several words after his death date, but I could not make them out. I'll go back on a clear day better prepared. On the back of the stone is a curious design. It is an outline of the back of a right hand; the thumb is to the left, extended at a 45 degree angle, the

index finger is extended out as if pointing, and the other three fingers are bent in at the knuckle. Does anyone know the significance. Second, was a stone for William Moorefield, (oo). This stone is white, about 2 feet tall, and much newer looking, like one presented by the UDC. It says;

PVT WILLIAM MOOREFIELD, CO A N.C. INF 2 BATT

CSA

1822 - 1899

This is certainly Wright's brother William, Jr. who was married to Mary Winston Kasey in Patrick Co.

Nearby are the graves of William, Jr. and Mary's son James William Moorefield and his two wives. From left to right they read: Mary Gibson Moorefield , Nancy Gibson Moorefield, James William Moorefield

1867 1893 1870 1904 1861 1934

William F. "Bill" Moorefield, III wrote on sep 15, 2002 " I said I would return to make another attempt at reading the lettering on markers at the graves where Wright and younger brother, William Moorefield were buried. This time I was more prepared, taking a couple of towels and a large brush I use to clean wheels and tires. After chatting with the son of the current owner, I crossed the cow pasture, carefully watching my step, and entered the cemetary. Following is the wording on Wright's headstone, hopefully it will appear in this note section as it is written:

WRIGHT MOREFIELD,

BORN OCT THE 20 AD 1812

DIED APRIL THE 26 AD 1882

AGE 69 YEARS, 6 MONTH, 6 Days

Notes for Wright Moorefield:

General Notes:

In the Moorefield-Gibson Cemetery where Wright Moorefield is buried are possibly fifty other graves marked with rock, no inscriptions. This cemetery is maintained by Timmy Gibson. He states others known to be buried here are Pleas Gibson, Robert Gibson and William Moorefield. According to his research the Gibsons were originally from Rockingham Co., NC>

The 1870 Federal Census of Stokes Co., NC show following:

Wright Moorefield 58mw farmer $0/135 NC*

Jane 57fw keeping house NC*

William 20mw at home NC

Thomas 16mw at home NC

Jefferson 14mw at home NC

John H. Mitchell 43mw farmer $0/212 NC

Elizabeth 37fw keeping house NC

Jeremiah 10mw at home NC

Wints Cox 16 mm farm laborer NC

*although census shows Wright & Jane Martin Moorefield being born in NC, birth records prove their births in VA

From: "William F. (Bill) Moorefield, III" <wmoorefi@...>

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I got to feeling antsy this afternoon and decided to go riding. I had read about the burial site for Wright Morefield, son of William, Sr. and Rebecca, who moved from Halifax Co. to Patrick Co. in the 1820's. So I went to see it. From a post by Jo Martin on Worlconnect/Rootsweb, I got directions to the Moorefield-Gibson family cemetary in the Quaker Gap Township of Stokes Co., N.C. It took a visit to a neighbor nearby to find it, but I did. The cemetary is about 15 miles west of Danbury, almost to Surry Co., and is on rd. 1210, about 200 yards west of Jackson Rd. It is in a cow pasture, enclosed in a fence. The property is maintained by Timmy Gibson who lives about 1/4 mile away, (I also went by his parents house, his father's grandmother was Nancy Morefield who married Pleasant Gibson, Timmy was not at his home), and is very well neat and orderly. Both the pasture and cemetary are surrounded by electric fences, so care is necessary to enter. Here is what I found:

First, the cemetary does indeed contain the grave of Wright Morefield. The stone is about 1 1/2 feet tall, about 2" thick, and I could not read all the letters on it. It does give his birth as Oct. 20, 1812. His death date appears to me to be Apr. 11, but I could not read the year. This was partly due to the fact that it was misty/sprinkly, and I just could not read the wet rock. Also, I had on white pants and did not lay/kneel down to get a better look. There are several words after his death date, but I could not make them out. I'll go back on a clear day better prepared. On the back of the stone is a curious design. It is an outline of the back of a right hand; the thumb is to the left, extended at a 45 degree angle, the

index finger is extended out as if pointing, and the other three fingers are bent in at the knuckle. Does anyone know the significance. Second, was a stone for William Moorefield, (oo). This stone is white, about 2 feet tall, and much newer looking, like one presented by the UDC. It says;

PVT WILLIAM MOOREFIELD, CO A N.C. INF 2 BATT

CSA

1822 - 1899

This is certainly Wright's brother William, Jr. who was married to Mary Winston Kasey in Patrick Co.

Nearby are the graves of William, Jr. and Mary's son James William Moorefield and his two wives. From left to right they read: Mary Gibson Moorefield , Nancy Gibson Moorefield, James William Moorefield

1867 1893 1870 1904 1861 1934

William F. "Bill" Moorefield, III wrote on sep 15, 2002 " I said I would return to make another attempt at reading the lettering on markers at the graves where Wright and younger brother, William Moorefield were buried. This time I was more prepared, taking a couple of towels and a large brush I use to clean wheels and tires. After chatting with the son of the current owner, I crossed the cow pasture, carefully watching my step, and entered the cemetary. Following is the wording on Wright's headstone, hopefully it will appear in this note section as it is written:

WRIGHT MOREFIELD,

BORN OCT THE 20 AD 1812

DIED APRIL THE 26 AD 1882

AGE 69 YEARS, 6 MONTH, 6 Days

Notes for Ezekiel Buchanan Petree:

General Notes:

Ezekial Petree served as an apprentice to Dr. Zevely at Salem, NC. He probably met Elizabeth while in this service. After they married he was a farmer and blacksmith. His home was about one mile north of Jefferson Church of Christ. He was a trustee of the church. In fact, he donated the timber that was used to build the original church. He did not want his country to be divided by war and at the beginning of the Civil War, he and seven other men from his community decided to go North and work for the Union rather than fight for the Confederacy. Following is a statement found in Report of Detectives about this incident and shared by John Petree JPFOOTHILL@aol.com (great-great-grandson of Ezekiel B. Petree):

"In the jail at Abingdon, on the 2nd of November, conversed with the following men and found them members of the Order of Heroes of America. First: John Gardner, with whom we exchanged signs and passwords. He told us which way to go to get out of the lines; to go by the way of Estillville, of this county, and through Scott County into TN. Told us nearly all the people in the lower end of the county of Washington and in county of Scott were members of the order, and that John Hamilton, the sheriff of the county, was a member of the order and would assist us anytime , day or night, that we would call on him, to pass through the lines, and that a man named Dorton was also a member and would assist us. Second: Harrison Bowman, a member, also told us that John Hamilton, Sheriff, was a member and would assist us in getting through the lines, and with provisions, and that he lived on the south side of the North Fork of the Holston River; also told us of one William Dorton, a member, who would assist us. told us most any of the people in that part of the country would assist us in getting off. He told McGill that he had written a letter, which had been found upon his little boy, describing the way for the enemy to come in and capture the post of Abingdon, where the arms were kept, how the jail was situated, etc, but said the authorities would have to prove that he wrote it. He told us he had been staying out in the bushes for some length of time with some fifteen others, and that in one hour more he would have gotten off, as all his arrangements had been made to leave. He said he expected the enemy to come in there in a few days. Third: A man whose name I did not learn, who gave us the signs and passwords of the Order. This man was dressed in a straw hat and a bed quilt over his shoulder that was made in squares. McGill says there are some five others in the same part of the jail, members of the Order. On the train between Dublin and Lynchburg found two members of the Order sent from Wytheville, told us they were members; passed the signs and passwords with them; one of them was E. B. Petree, from Forsyth, North Carolina . He said the order was extensive in that country; the other man, Linville Price, deserter from the Thirty-Fourth NC Regiment of Ashe Co., NC. I think valuable information may be gotten from these men. They are confined now in Castle Thunder." Signed by Jonathan B. Williams, Thomas McGill on Nov 9, 1864 and respectfully forwarded to Honorable Secretary of War, I. H. Carrington, Provost-Marshal

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From Betsy Hendrix I received following email:

----- Original Message -----

From: <Blh24602@cs.com <mailto:Blh24602@cs.com>>

To: <jomartin1@worldnet.att.net <mailto:jomartin1@worldnet.att.net>>

Sent: Tuesday, August 21, 2001 5:57 PM

Subject: Re: Johan Jacob Petri

Hi, Jo, Unfortunately, I don't have any more information on Elizabeth Collins than you do. In fact, I didn't know she was buried at Jefferson. I was reading over the Petree file that you sent and I need to clarify the prison/hospital thing with Ezekial - if I can! I really can't figure out where he was at. Dorothy Petree always thought he was at Castle Thunder Prison at Petersburg, VA. From a civil war book I found that this was a confederate penetentiary, not a prison of war. There was a Castle Thunder Prison in Richmond, VA and one at Petersburg. She requested the National Archives to send her a list of prisoners at Petersburg, but instead they sent a list for the Salisbury Prison. Ezekial wasn't on it. I did some checking on Confederate prisons/hospitals - having 2 Castle Thunders is confusing. First, on Ezekial's military record it states on the card "Confederate States Hospital, Petersburg, Va. Date of admission: Dec. 13, 1864. Remarks: furloughed 30 days." On another card it states: "Medical Director's Office, Richmond, Va. ....When received: Jan. 9, 1865. Date of Paper: Jan 5, 1865. Where Sent: AAG (Assistant Adjutant General); Where from: Chimb Hospl; Remarks: App." Well, I finally figured out that "Chimb" stands for Chimborazo Hospital in Richmond. So we know he was there. Do you know about the document from the "War of Rebellion Official Records, Union & Confederate Armies, Series IV, Vol 3, which says: "On the train between Dublin & Lynchburg found 2 members of the order sent from Wytheville; told us they were members; passed the signs and passwords with them; one of them was E.B. Petree from Forsyth, North Carolina . I think valuable information may be gotten from these men. They are confined now in Castle Thunder." Nov. 9, 1864. Forwarded to the Secretary of War."

Dorothy told me he was running from confederate soldiers and they shot at him, missed, he went over a barbed wired fence and the soldiers didn't follow. He ended up in a tobacco barn and made tobacco sticks. My father has a tobacco stick supposedly made by Ezekiel. Thunder Castle Hospital in Richmond was also known as Prison Hospital, Lunatic Hospital, General Hospital #13.

Thanks so much for sending the file. Maybe we will find out where E.B. was - I've put in a query to the Nat'l. Archives!

Betsy

Notes for Ezekiel Buchanan Petree:

General Notes:

Ezekial Petree served as an apprentice to Dr. Zevely at Salem, NC. He probably met Elizabeth while in this service. After they married he was a farmer and blacksmith. His home was about one mile north of Jefferson Church of Christ. He was a trustee of the church. In fact, he donated the timber that was used to build the original church. He did not want his country to be divided by war and at the beginning of the Civil War, he and seven other men from his community decided to go North and work for the Union rather than fight for the Confederacy. Following is a statement found in Report of Detectives about this incident and shared by John Petree JPFOOTHILL@aol.com (great-great-grandson of Ezekiel B. Petree):

"In the jail at Abingdon, on the 2nd of November, conversed with the following men and found them members of the Order of Heroes of America. First: John Gardner, with whom we exchanged signs and passwords. He told us which way to go to get out of the lines; to go by the way of Estillville, of this county, and through Scott County into TN. Told us nearly all the people in the lower end of the county of Washington and in county of Scott were members of the order, and that John Hamilton, the sheriff of the county, was a member of the order and would assist us anytime , day or night, that we would call on him, to pass through the lines, and that a man named Dorton was also a member and would assist us. Second: Harrison Bowman, a member, also told us that John Hamilton, Sheriff, was a member and would assist us in getting through the lines, and with provisions, and that he lived on the south side of the North Fork of the Holston River; also told us of one William Dorton, a member, who would assist us. told us most any of the people in that part of the country would assist us in getting off. He told McGill that he had written a letter, which had been found upon his little boy, describing the way for the enemy to come in and capture the post of Abingdon, where the arms were kept, how the jail was situated, etc, but said the authorities would have to prove that he wrote it. He told us he had been staying out in the bushes for some length of time with some fifteen others, and that in one hour more he would have gotten off, as all his arrangements had been made to leave. He said he expected the enemy to come in there in a few days. Third: A man whose name I did not learn, who gave us the signs and passwords of the Order. This man was dressed in a straw hat and a bed quilt over his shoulder that was made in squares. McGill says there are some five others in the same part of the jail, members of the Order. On the train between Dublin and Lynchburg found two members of the Order sent from Wytheville, told us they were members; passed the signs and passwords with them; one of them was E. B. Petree, from Forsyth, North Carolina . He said the order was extensive in that country; the other man, Linville Price, deserter from the Thirty-Fourth NC Regiment of Ashe Co., NC. I think valuable information may be gotten from these men. They are confined now in Castle Thunder." Signed by Jonathan B. Williams, Thomas McGill on Nov 9, 1864 and respectfully forwarded to Honorable Secretary of War, I. H. Carrington, Provost-Marshal

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From Betsy Hendrix I received following email:

----- Original Message -----

From: <Blh24602@cs.com <mailto:Blh24602@cs.com>>

To: <jomartin1@worldnet.att.net <mailto:jomartin1@worldnet.att.net>>

Sent: Tuesday, August 21, 2001 5:57 PM

Subject: Re: Johan Jacob Petri

Hi, Jo, Unfortunately, I don't have any more information on Elizabeth Collins than you do. In fact, I didn't know she was buried at Jefferson. I was reading over the Petree file that you sent and I need to clarify the prison/hospital thing with Ezekial - if I can! I really can't figure out where he was at. Dorothy Petree always thought he was at Castle Thunder Prison at Petersburg, VA. From a civil war book I found that this was a confederate penetentiary, not a prison of war. There was a Castle Thunder Prison in Richmond, VA and one at Petersburg. She requested the National Archives to send her a list of prisoners at Petersburg, but instead they sent a list for the Salisbury Prison. Ezekial wasn't on it. I did some checking on Confederate prisons/hospitals - having 2 Castle Thunders is confusing. First, on Ezekial's military record it states on the card "Confederate States Hospital, Petersburg, Va. Date of admission: Dec. 13, 1864. Remarks: furloughed 30 days." On another card it states: "Medical Director's Office, Richmond, Va. ....When received: Jan. 9, 1865. Date of Paper: Jan 5, 1865. Where Sent: AAG (Assistant Adjutant General); Where from: Chimb Hospl; Remarks: App." Well, I finally figured out that "Chimb" stands for Chimborazo Hospital in Richmond. So we know he was there. Do you know about the document from the "War of Rebellion Official Records, Union & Confederate Armies, Series IV, Vol 3, which says: "On the train between Dublin & Lynchburg found 2 members of the order sent from Wytheville; told us they were members; passed the signs and passwords with them; one of them was E.B. Petree from Forsyth, North Carolina . I think valuable information may be gotten from these men. They are confined now in Castle Thunder." Nov. 9, 1864. Forwarded to the Secretary of War."

Dorothy told me he was running from confederate soldiers and they shot at him, missed, he went over a barbed wired fence and the soldiers didn't follow. He ended up in a tobacco barn and made tobacco sticks. My father has a tobacco stick supposedly made by Ezekiel. Thunder Castle Hospital in Richmond was also known as Prison Hospital, Lunatic Hospital, General Hospital #13.

Thanks so much for sending the file. Maybe we will find out where E.B. was - I've put in a query to the Nat'l. Archives!

Betsy

Notes for Elizabeth Collins:

General Notes:

"During the years 1867-'70, there was a goodly number of accessions to the Pfafftown Christian Church. An informal record of these was kept by Evangelist Wilson in a ledger which has been preserved and is currently in the hands of his granddaughter Mrs. MARTHA WILSON MYERS. This extant ledger has enabled Miss SADIE, a sister of Mrs. Myers, to compile valuable facts about this particular pioneering personnel of the late 1860's. Obviously it is of primary religious and sociological value to those concerned where the entries yield detailed information which otherwise might perchance be obscured or remain unknown. Wherefore we edit it as based on Miss Wilson's archival transcription and her knowledgeable interpretation of the data. No entry in the table of vital statistics which follows has been briefed elsewhere by the author. Names on this list included:

PETREE, EZEKIEL B., Aug. 27, 1825 - Jan. 1887, brother of RILEY FROST PETREE and PETREE HELSABECK, and grandfather of Mrs. Margaret Doub. PETREE, Mrs. Ezekiel B., (nee ELIZABETH COLLINS).

Time Line: In 1828, birth year of Elizabeth Collins, Andrew Jackson was elected President of the US, beginning his term in 1829. The Great Depression began this year. The US Senate ratified a treaty setting the Sabine River as the border between Mexico and US.

Notes for Elizabeth Collins:

General Notes:

"During the years 1867-'70, there was a goodly number of accessions to the Pfafftown Christian Church. An informal record of these was kept by Evangelist Wilson in a ledger which has been preserved and is currently in the hands of his granddaughter Mrs. MARTHA WILSON MYERS. This extant ledger has enabled Miss SADIE, a sister of Mrs. Myers, to compile valuable facts about this particular pioneering personnel of the late 1860's. Obviously it is of primary religious and sociological value to those concerned where the entries yield detailed information which otherwise might perchance be obscured or remain unknown. Wherefore we edit it as based on Miss Wilson's archival transcription and her knowledgeable interpretation of the data. No entry in the table of vital statistics which follows has been briefed elsewhere by the author. Names on this list included:

PETREE, EZEKIEL B., Aug. 27, 1825 - Jan. 1887, brother of RILEY FROST PETREE and PETREE HELSABECK, and grandfather of Mrs. Margaret Doub. PETREE, Mrs. Ezekiel B., (nee ELIZABETH COLLINS).

Time Line: In 1828, birth year of Elizabeth Collins, Andrew Jackson was elected President of the US, beginning his term in 1829. The Great Depression began this year. The US Senate ratified a treaty setting the Sabine River as the border between Mexico and US.