Name: John Barnard
Birth: 24 FEB 1669/70 in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, Massachusetts, USA
Death: 4 DEC 1745 in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, Massachusetts, USA
Death: 1748 1 2 3
Change Date: 14 Jan 2007 at 22:20:19|
Father: Nathaniel Barnard b: 15 JAN 1642/43 in Salisbury, Essex County, Massachusetts, USA
Mother: Mary (Barnard) Barnard b: 24 FEB 1666/67 in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, Massachusetts, USA
Sarah (Macy) Barnard b: 3 APR 1677 in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, or Salisbury, Essex County, Massachusetts, USA
- Married: Y
in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, Massachusetts, USA 1 2 3
- Change Date:
14 Jan 2007
- Matthew Barnard b: 7 NOV 1705 in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, Massachusetts, USA
- Jemima (Barnard) Coleman b: 14 SEP 1699 in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, Massachusetts, USA
- Robert Barnard b: 14 NOV 1702 in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, Massachusetts, USA
- Samuel Barnard b: 3 JUL 1707 in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, Massachusetts, USA
- Hannah Barnard b: 7 SEP 1711 in Nantucket Island, Nantucket County, Massachusetts, USA
Mary (Morse) Barnard
23 JUL 1694
in Watertown, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, USA 2
- Change Date:
8 May 2006
- Title: Macy Genealogy
Abbrev: Macy Genealogy
Author: Susanne Kay Parisho
Text: MACY MEMORIES
These Macy Memories were written by Jay Macy, brother of my great-grandmother, Loretta Macy, fo a Macy reunion in 1942.
After 35 years of ups and downs I will try to give a few details of our journey from Alton, Missouri to Jonesboro, Indiana by covered wagons. This will bring back memories to most of us of our dear foreparents in whose honor we started this reunion.
When we decided to come to Indiana, father, John C. Macy, sold a 179 acre farm, and all of our furniture except what we could put in the covered wagons. In payment for everything he received 4 head of horses and about $300 in cash. He practically gave it away because he was so homesick to get back to Indiana.
There were three families of us - Father and Mother Macy, (John C. and wife Lydia Thomas), Nora Watson (Loretta's sister), and her four children, Fred, Inez, Esther and Ethel, and Jay Macy (Loretta's brother) and his wife Rosa and their two children Neoma and Helen.
Nora and her family drove a team of Texas ponies. They tried to run away two or three times. Father Macy drove the spring wagon and Mother Macy (Lydia Thomas) drove a wagon by herself, a good part of the way. Rosa and I drove a horse an a mule.
The horses were not used to trains, so everytime we saw a train, all of them were very hard to handle, especially the horse and mule, as they would try to back instead of running away. They were als afraid of automobiles, but we saw only two or three all the way here.
We left our Missouri farm home about 3 o'clock in the afternoon of April 15, 1907, with three covered wagons and one spring wagon, six head of horses, one mule and a colt. We got only about four miles the first day and went into camp. We had our beds fixed on top of the stuff that was in the bottom of the wagons. We put our springs and straw ticks on top of all of the boxes of things. We thought we had pretty good beds then.
I remember very well that first night fr one of the horses had a sore shoulder or fistula, and someone told Father Macy how to cure it. Here is what we did! Father and I got up the first thing in the morning and before either of us spoke a word, we led the horse over the hill ad went through some kind of monkey shines over that sore and then came back to camp. You can believe it or not, that did not help the horse one bit. So, we got breakfast over a campfire and then started for Indiana. We drove only about seven miles until we came to Eleven Point River. It was flooded and we had to ferry across it. The old ferry boat was fastened to a big wire cable stretched across the river, and the current of water pulled the boat across, one wagon at a time so that must have taken about two hours to cross the first river. But we were not in any hurry, so we let the old river do its stuff.
Now, the next thing of interest that happened was when the wagon that Mother Macy was driving got on a sideling road and turned over with her in it. Fortunately, she was hurt very little. The wagon that mother was driving had a top built of thin lumber. It was too top heavy, so we, father, Fred and I cut off the lumber top and got some bows and canvas and made a regular prairie schooner out of it.
It seemed to rain almost everyday and we had so many creeks and rivers to cross that we had to camp for several days for the water to get low enough for us to cross them. You should just try a trip like that, for Mother Macy could bake wonderful biscuits in the dutch oven by the camp fire! We brought our meat and canned goods. I especially remember that mother had a big 10 gallon jar of sausage fried down, and she would bake biscuits and warm up the sausage. We surely did enjoy the good things she cooked. She did most of the cooking.
I remember one day we found a big mud turtle along the road. We sure enjoyed him with hot biscuits.
To add to our troubles on the road, Esther Watson took the typhoid fever. We had to stop in a small town ad rent a house until she got well, and was able to travel again. I think the most dangerous place we camped was in the Mississippi River Bottoms, on the west side of the river. The river had been up just before we got there, and the road was so muddy we had to double up the teams on each wagon for about five miles. That took about half a day. The place where we camped we say driftwood in the trees about fifteen feet off the ground. The water was on both sides of the road so we could hardly find a place to stop for our camp. It was raining too, so one can easily guess how we felt.
We crossed the Mississippi at Chester on a ferry. It was there that the team I drove almost backed the wagon off into the river. It scared my wife, Rosa so badly she can hardly let me back a car enough to turn around, even now. I think the next thing of interest was where we came to a bridge and the water was so high there were cracks in the abutments and the bridge was just about ready to be washed out. We unhitched the horses and drove them across. Then we pulled the wagons across by hand so as not to have too muc weight on the bridge. You can imagine how happy we were when we got all "our gang" across. The road officials were there to close the bridge after we crossed.
Well, I think that is about all I can think of except that we were five weeks and three days on the road. We first landed at Uncle Isaiah Thomas's place. They lived one half mile north and bout one mile west of Back Creek Friends Church, north or Fairmount, Indiana. We were looking very much like a gang of gypsies after being on the road that long.
Jay was 24 when he made this trip, he was 59 when he was relating his story for the 1942 reunion. John was 67 and his wife, Loretta was 64.
Date: 28 Apr 2006
- Title: Arringdale-Fuller Family Connections
Author: Judi Arringdale Fuller
Date: 29 Apr 2006
- Title: Judy's Folks
Author: Jerry Johnston
Publication: RootsWeb's WorldConnect Project
Date: 14 Jan 2007