The following is from a paper by Lucy Hudson Akers, a daughter-in-law of
Brooks. She says that Brooks told her this as he would sit in his chair and
Brooks. She says that Brooks told her this as he would sit in his chair and
she would be cleaning up the house.
She says that Jonathan was married to Rebecca Kunode who was raised in
England. They were the parents of James who was one of their six children.
James married Sarah Reed in 1840. They had eight children, six boys and two
girls. George, Jonathan,Ed, Brooks,Psaulters and Willam The girls were
Elizabeth and Nancy.
George and Jonathan fought in the civil war. George was killed at the battle
of Bull Run. Jonathan was wounded, being shot through the mouth and about the
face. (note: family lore has it that Jonathan had deserted and knew that the
soldiers were sseeking him so he dressed in his mother's clothes and was
sitting at the spinning wheel when they came. Apparently they didn't check
very close)
Brooks' grandfather died during the first year of the war Becky died at the
age of 95 during the second year from nose bleed.
James was the first school teacher in these parts and built the first school
house in the neighborhood. It was built from logs and was just one room. He
taught for fifty cents per month for each child often taking his pay in
foodstuff. He also did public writing, such as deeds and such documents.
In 1868 he helped build the log cabin for his son Jonathan which later became
the home of his son Brooks.It was in this house that Sarah/Sally died in
early Eightys. James lived alone for awhile, later marrying Nancy Leffew who
was the spinister aunt of Brooks' wife Louise
James had been used to being a free spirit and couldn't adapt himself to the
peculiar ways of the spinister woman. They only lived together for a short
time and then he lived among his children.
He was found dead one winterey day near his son Ed's house. (Note: some say
he froze to death)
He was on his knees as if he were praying.
The letter stops here with the word "continued" but no one has seen any more
writing. I don't know if she stopped there or if she wrote more and it was
lost. I wish I could have received this letter before she passed away.
She says that Jonathan was married to Rebecca Kunode who was raised in
England. They were the parents of James who was one of their six children.
James married Sarah Reed in 1840. They had eight children, six boys and two
girls. George, Jonathan,Ed, Brooks,Psaulters and Willam The girls were
Elizabeth and Nancy.
George and Jonathan fought in the civil war. George was killed at the battle
of Bull Run. Jonathan was wounded, being shot through the mouth and about the
face. (note: family lore has it that Jonathan had deserted and knew that the
soldiers were sseeking him so he dressed in his mother's clothes and was
sitting at the spinning wheel when they came. Apparently they didn't check
very close)
Brooks' grandfather died during the first year of the war Becky died at the
age of 95 during the second year from nose bleed.
James was the first school teacher in these parts and built the first school
house in the neighborhood. It was built from logs and was just one room. He
taught for fifty cents per month for each child often taking his pay in
foodstuff. He also did public writing, such as deeds and such documents.
In 1868 he helped build the log cabin for his son Jonathan which later became
the home of his son Brooks.It was in this house that Sarah/Sally died in
early Eightys. James lived alone for awhile, later marrying Nancy Leffew who
was the spinister aunt of Brooks' wife Louise
James had been used to being a free spirit and couldn't adapt himself to the
peculiar ways of the spinister woman. They only lived together for a short
time and then he lived among his children.
He was found dead one winterey day near his son Ed's house. (Note: some say
he froze to death)
He was on his knees as if he were praying.
The letter stops here with the word "continued" but no one has seen any more
writing. I don't know if she stopped there or if she wrote more and it was
lost. I wish I could have received this letter before she passed away.
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