Monday, June 23, 2014

Hightower Falls: Tell Us Your Memories in the Comments!

Hightower Falls: Tell Us Your Memories in the Comments! 

It's hard to talk about Antioch without mentioning Hightower Falls.  There is an AMAZING history to be told about the iconic Falls, and it grows deeper with each story told and fact remembered.  The oral and written history that I know of dates back to the late 1820s, if I remember correctly.  That's getting close to 200 years' worth of local history about the people and places that have shaped us native "Antiochans"  to be proud of who and where we came from.  Most of Polk County will recognize the photo below.  It was believed to have been taken at Hightower Falls around 1900.  I am eager to read the memories and histories from our readers!  Please share any knowledge you can about this Historic Place!














Thursday, March 13, 2014

The Antioch Community's Historical Journey as "Yellow Stone Township"...

The Antioch Community's Historical Journey as 
"Yellow Stone Township"  
By Bobbie Wright Grogan




With the aforementioned information that Polk County, Georgia was created in 1851 from parts of Paulding County, we understand why the first census from the newly established Polk County was in the year 1860.  The following are the seven townships that made up the county, and most, if not all of these had their own post office:  Hawkinsville, Yellow Stone, Van Wert, Pumpkin Pile, Cedar Town, Vans Valley, and Easom Hill.  These are the original spellings of the names from the census.     

The community where Bednego Wright and his family settled in 1863 was then called the Yellow Stone Township, which is currently known as the Antioch Community.  It is a deeply historical community located almost exactly midway between the current cities of Rockmart and Cedartown.  There are 137 heads of households listed in the 1860 Yellow Stone Census.  We can note that many of the surnames listed below are still represented presently in this area.  The heads of households listed in this census are as follows:

1. Berry A. Adison
2. N. V Adkin
3. Joel Adkins
4. Peter Agan
5. William Agan
6. Thomas Akin
7. J. C. Baldwin
8. John Baldwin
9. Thomas Baldwin
10. C. U. Barton
11. Susan E. Blackman
12. Joel Brewer
13. James Brooks
14. John A. Brooks
15. Mariah Brooks
16. Micajah Brooks *Only known Revolutionary War Soldier’s Grave in Polk County
17. William Brooks
18. J. B. Broom
19. Levi Broonee
20. John Bryant
21. Henry Burton
22. Sarah Burton
23. Daniel Byars
24.Elias A. Camp
25. William Camp
26. Edward C. Carter
27. Melvin Check (Cheek)
28. James Cheek
29. E. J. Childers
30. Martin Childers
31. N. F. Cobb
32. Amanda Cockran
33. James Cockran
34. Moses Cockran
35. Doctor Coots
36. William D. Crab
37. John Dugger
38. James Evans
39. Catharine Ezzell
40. Henry Fincher
41. James Gallimore
42. Joseph B Goddard
43. Caroline Golding
44. William T. Golding
45. David Griffin
46. Berry Gurley
47. Nancy C. Gurley
48. Sarah Gurley
49. James A. Hackney
50. Edward Hampton
51. James Hardin
52. D. D. Heslep
53. John Hicks
54. E. D. Hightower
55. D. W. Horton
56. Thomas Hubbard
57. John Q. Hutching
58. Thomas J. James
59. James L. B. Johnson
60. Martha A. Junior
61. Nancy Junior
62. Henry S. Kilgore
63. Joseph Kitchen
64. Farrow Langester
65. Green Lee
66. Burrell Leverit
67. M. R. Lewis
68. John Long
69. John B. Long
70. Margaret Long
71. Sarah, A.C. Long
72. William Long
73. Jefferson Lovell
74. Madison Lovell
 75. Ann Martin
76. Charles A. Marton
77. William L McCormick
78. P. W. McCurry
79. Isaac McDowell
80. Mary McDowell
81. Amanda McGrady
82. John H. McGrady
83. John McGraw
84. Walter McGraw
85. John W. Morgan
86. Margaret Morgan
87. Sarah A. Morris
88. Thomas Morris
89. Lazarus Owens
90. Margaret Owens
91. Mary Parham
92. Rebecca Parham
93. G. W. Peck
94. Mary C. Peck
95. Thomas J. Peck * Thomas Jefferson Peek, my 3rd great grandfather, Father in law to Dr B. F. Wright, Mary Ella Peek’s father, and Yellow Stone Post Master 1860
96. William C. Peck
97. Caroline Perkell
98. A. J. Perkins
99. Jackson Pollard
100. J. W. Reeves
101. Sarah F. Riddlespurger
102. Thomas Riddlespurger
103. John Roe (Rowe) owned the land of Bednego’s prior to the Wright purchase;  Rowe was Justice of the Peace
104. John L. Roe
105. Thomas Shaw
106. Hiram Spalding
107. Andrew J Stewart
108. J. M. Stewart
109. Thomas Swafford
110. Mary Swinney
111. R. W. Swinney
112. Martha E. Terry
113. Elizabeth D. Toler
114. Mary J. Toler
115. J.J. Underwood
116. William T. Vernon
117. John N. Voyles
118. Benjamin Waddel
119. William Waddel
120. Alford Waddle
121. Beverly Wadkins
122. Moses White
123. James L. Whitehead
124. James Sen Whitehead (Senior)
125. F. M. Whitfield
126. John C. Williams
127. John Willson
128. M. Wilson
129. Marian Wilson
130. Robert Winn
131. C. H. Wood
132. J. B. Wood
133. William A. Wood
134. Thomas J. Wright (unrelated to Bednego Wright, as far as we know)
135. Eliza Wynn
136. William R. Wynn
137. William W. Wynn  (The Wynns were the descendants of Minor R. Wynn, who was the first pastor of Antioch Baptist Church.  They were also related to the Bednego Wright family through marriage, and they ran a mill on the Wright property.)

Judging from the names in the Census list of 1860, we see that the Indigenous Cherokee and Creek people, who once made their homes here, are no longer present.  Sadly, there is not one reference to a Cherokee name or trace thereof by this time.  They had been removed more than two decades prior to 1860.  Chances are that this small historic community, as we now know it, was born shortly after the Trail of Tears.  
One has to assume that the men and women listed above were undoubtedly the historical foundation of the post-indigenous community we now call Antioch.  Many of these people were the assuredly the proactive leaders that established the initial opportunities of business, worship, and education that a viable Township of that time must possess to be prosperous.  These pioneers are responsible for creating the small rural post office, pony express, Antioch Academy, and general store that we know existed here during that day.  I believe the inception of the name “Yellow Stone” came well before the year of 1840, as stated in an earlier post entitled Da-lon-ni-ge-i: Golden Antioch.

  We have proof that our local community church, Antioch Church was established and erected in 1843, according physical church records and land deeds from that era of time.  The church building was initially constructed as a pole cabin and a shared Place of Worship between the Methodists and the Baptists, where each denomination alternated use of the facility every other Sunday.  All of this is additionally evidenced in a historical account written by Dr. Charles K. Henderson in a series of newspaper excerpts that were composed during 1897 through the early 1900s (article shown in italics below.)
          
In chapter twelve, or as I understand it, Henderson's twelfth historical column in the Cedartown Newspaper, he offers his audience a compiled personal and historical collection about the land and people around the Antioch community.  He makes mention that the church was made up of only five charter members.  Those members were Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin (Uncle Baldy) Peek, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, and Elizabeth Pollard.  The first pastor of the church was Rev. Minor Wynn.  

Henderson speaks very highly of the pioneers of The Historic Antioch Community and its affluent affiliations.  Notice that he mentions Dr. Benjamin (B. F) Wright a few times.  As many of you are aware, he is the son of Bednego F. Wright and Mary Jenkins Wright, and he served as the local physician for the Youngs and Antioch Communities during the late 1870s until his death in 1898.  Dr. Wright was also a state legislator, as well as Surgical Medic in the Confederate States Army during the War.  Benjamin Wright was only 14-16 years old at the time of his entry into Civil War Service.

The following is the full chapter-twelve transcription of Dr. Charles K. Henderson’s Polk County History collection from his newspaper columns, as it was initially transcribed by Mary Read in 1999.  I have also made several minor grammatical corrections to the transcription, although I left some errors that place emphasis on the historically-relevant manner of Henderson's writing.


POLK COUNTY HISTORY
Written and Prepared by
Dr. Charles K. Henderson
Chapter Twelve


In a former paper I make reference to the land titles of Polk County. In this paper you will find the exact amount of the way the whites required the title to Polk County. In April, 1802, agreeable to a treaty, Georgia ceded to the United States all the territory belonging to her south of Tennessee, and west of the Chattahoochee up to the great bend, thence west of the line direct to Nickajack Creek, near the present city of Chattanooga, upon this condition: that the United States shall extinguish the Indian title to all lands in the state of Georgia.

Some of the Indians were in favor of emigration, others were not. In 1834 Eli Hicks, a son of an Indian chief, favored emigration and was shot by a band of Indians. John Ross was opposed to removal and John Ridge was in favor of it. Ridge’s side prevailed and a treaty with the Cherokees was signed at New Echota, Dec. 21, 1835. In this treaty the Indians gave up their lands in Georgia for five million dollars and a perpetual reservation of 7,000,000 acres of land west of the Mississippi River. The Indians were allowed to remain in the state for two years after the confirmation of the treaty. On May 18th, 1838, a force under General Scott began to collect the Indians. The last of June 14,000 Cherokees commenced their march to the west of the Mississippi. Meantime, Major Ridge and his son, John Ridge, were murdered. These were the first martyrs to removal. All genuine movements must be cemented in the blood of their founders. The Cherokees have advanced in civilization since their removal.

Soon after the removal of the Indians, there came to Antioch Township, "Baldy" Peek, Augustus Young, Joseph Morgan, Sr., Woodson Hubbard, A. J. Stewart and Mrs. E. Pollard.
Uncle Baldy Peek came to Polk County in 1839 on a January day. Polk was then Paulding County. He lived first in Collard Valley until 1834 in a pole cabin on the place now owned by John T. Phillips. At that time between his home and Cedartown there were living only two families, a distance of six-yards. These families were those of Ab Whatley and John Strong. Ab Whatley married a daughter of Governor Lumpkin. Many will remember that Governor Lumpkin’s’ wife died at Mr. John C. Lumpkin’s, near Cedartown, in the late Seventies. At one time it was necessary for Uncle Baldy and John Strong to buy themselves a hat each, perhaps of wool, of coon, or beaver fur. And what do you imagine they paid the storekeeper, who was also a distiller, for a hat apiece? Fourteen barrels of corn! One thing is certainly true, either hats were dear or corn whiskey was cheap. 

In those days, whiskey was a necessity, and water was the beverage. And this order of things has not changed with some today. But hats are cheaper, and whiskey is dearer,  just as dear as ever. Seventy bushels of corn for one hat then! Please consider this--Uncle Baldy even hauled the corn several miles and was glad to make the trade besides. In 1843 Uncle Baldy moved to where Dr. Wright now lives. This was his home until the day of his death. At that time between Collard Valley and Antioch, ten miles, there was but one dwelling.

In 1843, a pole cabin was organized Antioch Baptist church, of five members, namely: Joseph Morgan and wife, Baldwin Peek and wife and Elizabeth Pollard. The first pastor of Antioch was Rev. Minor Wynne, father of our fellow citizen, R. C. Wynne. Afterwards, Revs. Van Brewster, Camp, Mountain, Pittman, Reynolds and others were faithful pastors. Rev. Mr. Davis is now the shepherd of the flock.

In 1846, E. D. Hightower moved to Antioch. He was a man of great enterprise, and established a farm, grist and flour mills, and a wool-carding business. He also had a bee industry, and raised sheep. Mr. Hightower was a good and useful man. He lived long over the three score and ten. In the early Fifties, C. H. Wood moved to Antioch and was prominent in church and in all civil matters. He made a success of farming and died lamented by many.

During the War Between the States, B. F. Wright came to Antioch and has served his generation faithful as a physician and legislator. His popularity is very great. After the war, a number of families moved to Antioch from South Carolina. With these came Dr. Russell, who served a term in the Georgia Legislature and has been a leading physician and Baptist during his residence in Polk.

R. W. Everett came to Antioch after the war, and has served his generation both as a teacher and Congressman. He has taught the people how to live at home and make farming pay. He should do one thing more before he passes away to make the circuit of his example complete. May he live long after he had done that, and return "serum ad coelum."

O. B. Pullen was one of the men who helped to make Antioch. After the war the improvement of Antioch was rapid. Better homes took the place of pole cabins, farms were improved and schools were established. Antioch is noted for an industrious, law abiding, Christian citizenship. The pioneers of Antioch were God-fearing men. Her people have not figured largely in the courts. They pay their debts and obey the law.

Antioch has given to the county one Congressman, one State Senator, four Representatives, two Baptist preachers, two County Treasurers, three reputable physicians, besides machinists and farmers of the best kind. Since 1846, the Methodists and Baptists have jointly owned and been worshiping in the same church with little or no friction.  

But, alas, the pioneers are gone. We miss them now. Their influence lives and Antioch is dear for what she has been and is now. Let the sons make her more glorious than ever.  (Charles K. Henderson)

We are the “sons” that Dr. Henderson challenges in his last statement.  I have an unrelenting conviction that I personally must live up to this expectation, to  earnestly continue what our forefathers sought to create here in Antioch for God, the community, and for posterity’s sake.  We have been blessed by our Heavenly Father with such a beautiful landscape and a strong heritage here, and the responsibility lies within us to see that it continues to be great when we ourselves have since departed.  We are the Legacy...God's Legacy, the Legacy of these industrious Pioneers of Yellow Stone, and the Legacy of our fathers and mothers.  Are WE personally responsible for making our home, church, land, community, and our offspring "more glorious than ever?"  I would have to answer that with a resounding, "Yes, we are!"  


© Bobbie Wright Grogan 2014

Monday, March 3, 2014

Characters of Antioch's Past: Dr. Russell, Mentor to Dr. B.F. Wright

Our Wright ancestor, Dr. Benjamin Franklin Wright of Antioch received much of his medical training under the guidance of Dr. David Marion Russell.

War Record of Dr. David Marion Russell (1838-1916...Originally from South Carolina)


1861-1863 Various battle sites in SC, NC, VA

***The following brief and interesting account of Dr. Russell's service to the Confederacy was written by him for his family:

In February, 1861, I volunteered for the defense of the state of South Carolina, my term of enlistment being twelve months.  I assisted F. W. Kilpatrick in organizing a company known as the "Calhoun Mountaineers".  That company, of which I was a member, elected the lamented Kilpatrick their Captain.  It was assigned to the 4th S.C. Regiment, whose Colonel was J. B. E. Sloan.
April 14th, 1861, we received orders to report for duty, with three days rations and two blankets.  We boarded the train at Pendleton the next morning, expecting to go to Charleston, but as Fort Sumter had surrendered we were stopped in Columbia.  In May following, the Confederate Government having been fully organized, we transferred our allegiance from the state to the Confederate States.  Soon thereafter we were ordered to Richmond, Va., and from there to Leesburg on the Potomac River.  From there we were rushed down to the plains of Manassas, where we received our first "baptism of blood".
In the winter of 1862 (our terms of enlistment having expired,) all but a very few of our company re-volunteered for three years of the war.  All who re-volunteered of the 4th and 5th S.C. Regiments were put together, and formed into a regiment known as the "Palmetto Sharpshooters."  Miccah Jenkins was elected Colonel of the Regiment, Whit Kilpatrick Captain, N.W. Harbin 1st Lieutenant, myself 2nd Lieutenant, R. L. Lewis, 3rd Lieutenant of our Company.
I was in the following big battles:  1st Manassas, Williamsburg, Seven Pines, Gaines Mill and Frazier's Farm, besides quite a number of skirmishes.  In the last named battle I was hit three times, twice on the head and once through the left ankle.  The balls that hit me on the head tore my little old Confederate cap into shreds; the ball that went through my ankle tore up both my shoes; a ball knocked my sword out of my hand and broke off the point.  I lay all night and till late in the evening the next day, near the battlefield, without any shelter.  When I at last was carried to hospital in Richmond, I was as wet as a "drowned rat", as muddy as a hog, as bloody as a butchered beef, and all the belongings I had was a shirt and one pair of pants.  You can imagine what sort of "critter" I looked like.
During my service in the army, I never reported sick, never missed a roll call, picket duty or a fight until I was wounded.
While lying up in Richmond nursing my wounds, I received my commission as Captain from the Confederate War Department.  That commission read "for gallant and meritorious service on the battlefield," approved by Gen. Longstreet.
As soon as I recovered sufficiently from my wounds to travel, I was given a sixty days furlough.  At the expiration of my furlough I was examined by the medical board in Columbia, who pronounced me permanently disabled and gave me an honorable discharge.  In this they were mistaken.  In less than a year thereafter I had organized a company of crippled soldiers like myself and 16 years old boys to guard the crossings on Tugalo River, picking up deserters, and running down bushwhackers.  My headquarters was at Knox's bridge.
I forgot to state at the proper place that in the election of officers in our Company I was the only candidate that received every vote.  This I regarded as one of the highest compliments ever paid me.
***


Moving to Georgia

After 1865, Georgia


After the War Between the States, Dr. Russell moved his family to Polk County in a covered wagon and first lived at Fish Creek, then settled in the Antioch Community on a farm known as "The Russell Farm" which was later purchased by Dr. Charles W. Peek.  After 15 years, Dr. Russell moved to Cedartown with his wife and children.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Da-lon-ni-ge-i: Golden Antioch...a short post created through extensive research



Riches Abound in Polk County, Georgia's 
 Historic Antioch Community

In a previous post, I briefly discussed the 1834 map of present-day Polk County (shown below,) and its reference to Gold.  Long before Antioch Church came into play when the community was first settled by white man, the current Antioch Community was called “Yellow Stone” Township. 

1834 Map of Paulding/ now Polk County Area

The Official Georgia Map of Paulding County for the year of 1846 (shown below) no longer mentions the word or name of Gold; however, the same three locations are still noted with the symbol used for Gold in the 1834 map.

                            Official Map of Paulding/ now Polk County, Georgia, 1846
               

References to other names of this community relating to the gold discovery have been Dahlonega (from an ancestral record of Eliza Wynn,) and Ringgold, as written by the photographer, A.J. Bankston, on the back of a portrait of Mrs. Mary E. Jenkins Wright, who was the wife of Bednego.  At the time the portrait was made, I have found concrete evidence that the Bednego Wright family did, indeed, reside in Yellow Stone, aka Antioch.  Likewise, I have concrete evidence that Eliza Wynn lived here in Antioch at the time family ancestry records note that she lived in "Dahlonega, Polk, GA" during the 1860s.

As most know, the names Dahlonega and Ringgold now belong to other cities in the state that are also known for the discovery of gold in those areas.  The name of Dahlonega has several implications from the Cherokee Language.   

The website http://www.georgiamountains.org had this to say about the word and name of Dahlonega:

Dahlonega - Some say it is from "Tahlonega" meaning "golden". Others interpret the name as "place of yellow money". Still others say it is a corruption of the Cherokee word "da-lon-ni-ge-i", the Cherokee term for the color yellow.

The interpretation, place of yellow money, is the most intriguing to me, as it really captures the essence of how a community name could evolve from the original indigenous word with this meaning.  Therefore, it makes perfect sense that the Cherokee Indians may have referred to the place we now know as Antioch and formerly known as Yellow Stone with their word, Da-lon-ni-ge-i or Tahlonega.  Sadly, the very thing that inspired this particular Cherokee reference to the locale ultimately became the reason for the cruel demise and forced mass-exodus of the Cherokee people on The Trail of Tears.

That injustice of the white man, in reference to the Trail of Tears, is one that I personally believe is one of the most deplorable actions of humankind on record. Unjust as it was, we still have much to gain by exploring the historical and cultural implications on our land that the Cherokee Nation left behind.  There is so much we will never know, but I feel confident that our Antioch, aka Yellow Stone was a place of abundance for the reverent Cherokee.  I also believe it first became a named community, not by English speakers, but by the Cherokee people, using their native word for the color yellow, or more specifically as the Place of Yellow Money.  Our Antioch was their "Da-lon-ni-ge-i."

~Bobbie





Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Granny's Front Porch Swing

Granny's Love Never Dies and Her Joy Never Fades



This photo of Granny was taken as she arrived at our wedding in a Limo, on June 9, 2001.  We sent the driver to pick up our grandparents for the wedding, because we knew they had never ridden in a Limo before.  As you can see from the joy on her face, Granny was ticked pink about riding in that "big ol' car." 


My beloved Granny Wright...she was and always will be a kindred spirit with my own, and she gave me more inspiration to succeed than she could have ever known.  She was my shoulder to cry on and my hand to hold in the midst of every storm in my life and every mountain I had to climb.  She was there for me through the good and the bad, and she never doubted me, my motives, or my dreams for one second.  She was the only person in my life who, I believe, ever truly, deeply believed in me 100 per cent, no matter what.  I have grieved for her loss for over eight years now, since she has gone on to be with Jesus.  I know she is in a better place and is rejoicing in health, but I think of her daily, and what she would say or do about certain situations.  I still find myself wanting to pick up the phone to tell her about things that happen in my life, good and bad.  I used to actually dial her number for a while after her passing, before realizing she wasn't there to answer my calls.  I pass by her old house almost daily and want to stop by so badly…just to reminisce, but it is now gated and locked up, belonging new owners outside the family.  I always felt so connected to that land there, where I used to roam about freely and happily in my childhood years.  

Granny made me work, but she also made me play, and I learned so much about myself and who I am today by reflecting on those memories of her, her stories of the past, and the place she called home the last 40 years of her life.  Granny was a one of a kind…just ask anyone around.  She was tough as nails and hard as a rock, but in the end she was still human…a fact I failed to realize until her final year of life at age 86.   I love to write, and, when I think back to where that love began, I remember myself as a little girl writing short stories and poems out on Granny's front-porch swing.  I have lost a great physical presence in my life since she has been gone, but her laughter and memories still fill my heart and my home today, more so than I ever could have imagined while she lived just a half mile “down the road.”  I miss her dearly.

As I get older in life, I am finding out more and more that I should have listened to all those "ramblings" about family and connections that my grandmother used to tell me.  Lorene Smith Wright was a wealth of knowledge, but in regards to most of the people she talked about, I had no idea who they were; therefore, most of the information went in one ear and out the other.  It wasn't until I had my daughter, Kylie, that I became inspired to find out about my family history.  I then went to Granny to clarify some of the things I remembered her saying in the past about my family.  At the time, though, I didn't know much of the big picture, and I only wanted to know about my direct ancestors.  I am now seeing that there was so much more I needed to have asked her.  Their friend and family connections were very important to their lives and why they were who they were.  Most of the things she told me, I did not write down, because I was sure I wouldn't forget.  But I did forget a lot, so I have had to find things out through different, more difficult means.  A lot of her knowledge, I am sure, is lost forever, but I am dedicated to finding out as much as I can about my ancestors, so I can ramble on to my kids and grand kids about things they won’t know to appreciate until I am gone.  However, I plan to put what I know and learn in writing through this blog and various hard-copy collections, because I know that a written account is so much more concrete than word of mouth.  My sweet Granny Wright passed away when my daughter, Kylie, was only two years old, a few days after I found out about my pregnancy with my son, Kaden.  We named him Kaden Wright Grogan as a tribute to her and my Wright family name.  A friend once told me the following when I was upset that my Granny never got to meet Kaden: “she did get to meet him, because she went to heaven and picked him out for you.”  I know that God gives us the children he wants us to have, but that idea has always been uplifting to me when I get sad and start missing my Granny.  Until this day, Kaden still ascertains that he did, indeed, meet Granny in person...and, who knows, maybe he did.  Her picture remains on our refrigerator, and she is an integral part of our lives in the room she loved the most: the kitchen.  I often find myself having conversations about life to her picture, not even realizing that I am doing so, until someone comes through the house to ask, "Mama, who are you talking to?"  I answer simply, "Granny."  She had the most presence of any person I have ever had the privilege to know, and her presence lives on strongly within us, even eight years after her "physical" death.

Having said all that, my Wright ancestors have always been more intriguing to me than any of the others, probably because I still live in the community that they were such a big part of for over 150 years.  I have been so blessed to be able to uncover some amazing clues about my family’s history from so many years ago.   I still have much to learn about these people who have inspired me to follow my heart and do more of what I love to do, which is to write.  I have always loved and wanted to write, but I felt that I needed something “special” to write about.  I realize that the content of my family history may not be intriguing or relevant to ethnically-diverse audiences, but I do hope that many people can get a better understanding of their own families who were in this area, specifically the Antioch, Polk County Community, during the Civil War Era, and I hope that the stories will prove interesting and entertaining for the reader.  There are many people out there with the “Wright” surname or with a relative of that name that I believe can make some connections to the Wrights of my family.  The information I have discovered about my family makes history come alive for me.  I know more about how I fit into the history of my community, my state, my country, and my world.  

Finding out all of this information has been no easy task, as I have spent countless hours reading old documents and searching through genealogy websites trying to match what I know with the research that others have done before me.  At times, I have been so frustrated because I couldn't find all the answers or make an important connection, but I had to come to the realization that I can’t let the things I don’t know get in the way of the things I do know and can share with other people.  I am hopeful that one day my children and possibly grandchildren will be able to use the information that I have found about their ancestors and their community to better understand themselves.  I want them to be proud of their heritage, not only their Wright heritage, but also of the heritage of all the men and women that make up their ancestral past.  I thank God for all of them.  We are their legacy, and I am proud to be a part of that.  I feel that family research gives a person the roots to support their branches, and I am thankful for the information that has allowed me to compile the stories I have and share the connections I have made.  I am appreciative to those family members who have answered my numerous questions and indulged my obsessions throughout this process.  I believe God anoints us to do certain things at specific times, and I feel that this is my time.  I want to research and write while my passion for the story remains strong.  I don't want to forget anything I have learned before I putting it on paper, the way I had forgotten things before.  I believe this process is making me a stronger person with a better understanding of myself and how and where I fit into God's Master Plan.  I pray that God will use me throughout this time in my life to accomplish His will.  I am His vessel.  God is my true inspiration, and He is the most significant part of my family history. He is my Heavenly Father.  I am completely humbled to be able to present vital information of my family and community, and I feel that God is using me in the process to do things I am not yet aware of.  My life and my dreams are in His hands, and I am thankful that my dream of writing is one that He is allowing me, inspiring me, and anointing me to do.  God Bless!

Bobbie