Sunday, April 29, 2007

Raf singing This Old Ranch

We recorded this last night. Then a few minutes later a 5th wheel pulled up. A boy of about 6 got out with his grandfather. The boy was helping his grandfather so much and was so polite. Raf told them, "I used to have a grandson that helped me when we went camping."

The man asked, "What happened to him?"

Raf said, "He grew up and went to college, but sometimes he still comes along, and he still helps me a lot."

We love you, John, and we miss you.

This song Raf wrote. It was inspired by the Moline family of Parker County, Texas. They are our wonderful, good friends.

It is 3:30 CST, and we are in Nashville and hooked up. Plan to eat some barbecue tonight.

Clinch Mountain, Grainger County, Tennessee

Today we decided to explore to the north east in Grainger County, Tennessee. This was where some of my McAnally ancestors may have lived at one time, but Elizabeth, who married James Bowden, lived in Lawrence County, Tennessee.

My cousin, John Casall, gave me this other info about the McAnally family of Grainger County:

McANALLY, Charles. My three sons David, Thomas & Charles W.F.
McANALLY; my two daughters Matilda DODSON & Saraphina HAYES; my
granddaughter Elizabeth WILLIAMS; all of the children of my
daughter Patsy NASH, deceased; my sister Sally to be taken care
of by daughters' husbands, Wm DODSON & James HAYES; my 2
grandsons, Charles & David, sons of David R. McANALLY; my 2
grandsons Lafaett & Joseph, sons of Thomas P. McANALLY; my 4
grandsons Charles, Samuel, Clabourn & David DODSON, sons of my
daughter Matilda and wife of Wm DODSON; 2 grandsons Thomas &
Charles NASH, sons of my daughter Patsy NASH, deceased; daughter
Elizabeth WILLIAMS, no issue; to the 2 children of Telitha
HUTCHESON, now Teletha HARVEY, who are said to be the children of
my son James M. McANALLY, deceased, towit, Alhale & James
Madison; land owned in common with the heirs of Stephen W. SENTER
in Poor Valley adjoining land of David HOLD (?) & on the Bryier
Fork of German Creek & a tract lying the So. Side of the Kno!!les
So of Ceekville (?) joining lands with Thomas WHITESIDE & Estate
of James MAYES, deceased. Executors, my son David McANALLY &
David M. McANALLY, son of my brother John McAnally. Signed
Charles McANALLY, 6 Dec 1848. Witnesses: Wm B. CUNNINGHAM, Wm T.
TATE, Warham EASLEY, Jr. Recorded 19 May 1849, E. TATE, Clerk.

McANALLY, David, Sr., deceased. Wife Nancy; 3 children; my
daughter Sarah BAINES; daughter Polly CARROLE; son Thomas.
Signed David McANALLY, 18 Sep 1834. Witnesses: John LATHAM,
Thomas P. McANALLY, E. McANALLY, H. WILLIAMS. Recorded 13 Jul
1836, E. TATE, Clerk.

Waller Cemetery near Dotson Campground Church has David Clemon and Ella Nancy Acuff.
There is also a Dotson Cemetery listed but I suspect it may be the same as Waller Cemetery, it is on Campground Road.
McGinnis Harrel Cemetery at Thorn Hill has 4 McAnally burials listed.
Charlie H. McAnally and wife Nellie are buried in Riddle Cemetery.

Marriages

David McAnally, Nancy Taylor
Apr 12 1822
Grainger, Tennessee
Joseph Gray, Elizabeth Jane McAnally
Jan 26 1843
Grainger, Tennessee

John David McAnally, Cornelia Mays
Nov 2 1854
Grainger, Tennessee
John Wesley Stubblefield, Jemima Desdemona McAnally
Feb 14 1856
Grainger, Tennessee

Bryan Bernard McAnally, Mucie Dora Moore
1915
Grainger, Tennessee

145. Mary5 Acuff (Thomas D.4, Thomas3, John2, John1) was born February 1841 in
Grainger Co, TN, and died 1918.
She married (1) Harvey Unknown Abt. 1861.
She married (2) Charles Wesley F. McAnally August 31, 1877 in
Knox Co, TN, son of Thomas McAnally and Arrena Hutchison.
He was born February 14, 1848, and died May 04, 1910.

Children of Mary Acuff and Charles McAnally are:
310 i. Joseph Lafayette6 McAnally, born May 25, 1879;
died December 06, 1919. He married Maude Mullen.
311 ii. David Clennon McAnally, born February 20, 1881;
died July 04, 1955 in Grainger Co, TN.
He married Ella Nancy Acuff May 07, 1904 in Grainger Co, TN;
born April 11, 1881 in TN; died June 22, 1963 in Grainger Co, TN.

148. Amanda5 Acuff (Thomas D.4, Thomas3, John2, John1) was born 1846, and
died Bef. 1877.
She married Charles Wesley F. McAnally March 11, 1867 in
Grainger Co, TN, son of Thomas McAnally and Arrena Hutchison.
He was born February 14, 1848, and died May 04, 1910.


Children of Amanda Acuff and Charles McAnally are:
318 i. Isadora6 McAnally, born November 03, 1867;
died December 21, 1902.
She married Edward Jackson McGinnis; died January 24, 1917.
319 ii. Thomas P. McAnally, born Abt. 1869;
died in MO.
320 iii. James W. McAnally, born June 22, 1871;
died September 02, 1936.

Children of Albert Acuff and Martha Ruth are:
402 iii. Ella Nancy Acuff, born April 11, 1881 in TN;
died June 22, 1963 in Grainger Co, TN.
She married David Clennon McAnally May 07, 1904 in Grainger Co, TN
born February 20, 1881; died July 04, 1955 in Grainger Co, TN.


Perhaps some of you genealogy buffs out there will find this interesting. I do.

Also, you might have heard of Clinch Mountain from the Louise L'Amour books.

Wikipedia says this about the Clinch Mountain area:

Geography

Clinch Mountain is a long ridge, about 150 miles (240 km) in length. It runs generally southwest-northeast, with numerous curves. Its north-south extent is 97 miles (156 km), and east-west 172 miles (277 km). Due to its size it is sometimes called a mountain range or complex. According to peakbagger.com, Clinch Mountain Complex includes the sub-range of Knob Mountain, as well as four high point summits above 4,000 feet (Beartown Mountain, Flattop Mountain, Morris Knob, and Chimney Rock Peak).

History

Clinch Mountain is named after after the Clinch River, which was named after an unknown pioneer. The earliest known reference to the name is in the journal of Dr. Walker: "Clinch's River, from one Clinch a hunter" (Stewart, 1967:146).

The Wilderness Road to the Cumberland Gap crossed Clinch Mountain at Moccasin Gap, which Moccasin Creek flows through to join the Holston River to the south.

Music

The Carter Family immortalized the mountain in their 1928 song "My Clinch Mountain Home." A fiddle tune called "Clinch Mountain Backstep" is in the Appalachian folk repertoire.

Well, hope you enjoy the photos and movie, as well. We've decided to leave East Tennessee and travel back to Nashville, as that was where we lived and where the memories are.






Because we are in Davey Crockett's neck of the woods, this sounds has been goin' round and round, an ear worm, Raf says:

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree
Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes
Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows,
So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

Off through the woods he's a marchin' along
Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song
Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer!

Andy Jackson is our gen'ral's name
His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame
Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame
'cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim
Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all!~

Headed back to war from the ol' home place
but Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
South to the swamps on the Florida Trace
Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down!

Fought single-handed through the Injun War
till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store
An' while he was handlin' this risky chore
Made hisself a legend for evermore
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

He give his word an' he give his hand
that his Injun friends could keep their land
An' the rest of his life he took the stand
that justice was due every redskin band
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear!

Home fer the winter with his family
Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree
Bein' the father he wanted to be
Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his young'uns dear!

But the ice went out an' the warm winds came
An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game
An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame
An' all of a sudden life got too tame
Davy, Davy Crockett, headin' on West again!

Off through the woods we're ridin' along
Makin' up yarns an' singin' a song
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
An' knows he's right 'cause he ain' often wrong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean
Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green
Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream
An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream
Davy, Davy Crockett, lookin' fer Paradise!

Now he's lost his love an' his grief was gall
In his heart he wanted to leave it all
An' lose himself in the forests tall
but he answered instead his country's call
Davy, Davy Crockett, beginnin' his campaign!

Needin' his help they didn't vote blind
They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind
Sent up to Nashville the best they could find
a fightin' spirit an' a thinkin' mind
Davy, Davy Crockett, choice of the whole frontier!

The votes were counted an' he won hands down
So they sent him off to Washin'ton town
With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown
A livin' legend of growin' renown
Davy, Davy Crockett, the Canebrake Congressman!

He went off to Congress an' served a spell
Fixin' up the Govern'ments an' laws as well
Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!

Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land
An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band
His politickin' was their favorite brand
An' everyone wanted to shake his hand
Davy, Davy Crockett, helpin' his legend grow!

He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell
of his hopes for White House an' fame as well
But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!

When he come home his politickin' done
The western march had just begun
So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun
An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the pioneer!

He heard of Houston an' Austin so
To the Texas plains he jest had to go
Where freedom was fightin' another foe
An' they needed him at the Alamo
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

His land is biggest an' his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all meetin' the test
Followin' his legend into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!


The Ballad of Davy Crockett;Words by George Bruns and Lyrics by Tom Blackburn
Davy was a Tennessee boy who became a Texas hero. When TV made him famouse, he was played by another Texas boy, Fess Parker. Fess now makes wine in California. GOOOOD wine, I might add!

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Seeing the Smoky Moutains a Different Way


Yesterday we rose early to take our much anticipated trip into the Great Smoky Mountains National Park...going through Sevierville, Pigeon Forge, and Gatlinburg, as we had done some 29+ years ago shortly after we married.

I remember we drove around Cades Cove; saw Mt. LeConte; and came back to a small hotel room (one we could scarcely afford) with a bottle of wine. When we were settled in the room, we realize we did not have a cork screw, but Raf went out in the night, found an all night market, and purchased one. We vowed never to be caught without a cork screw again...and haven't been. And we haven't!

Yesterday, once we turned off I-40 to the south, we encountered motels, restaurants, tourist snares, and billboards...over and over again, mile after mile. Whew! Sevierville is no longer the picturesque little town we remembered. And Pigeon Forge...well, think Dollywood. Thankfully, we didn't have to go into Gatlinburg, as there was a bypass right into the park.

And coming back to Baileyton, we went south out of the park toward Cherokee, turned off on the Blue Ridge Parkway, which is little used now, and made our way back to the coffeehouse we found Thursday, to the beauty of Greeneville, and on to a restaurant called The Farmer's Daughter...which, should you ask, was not very good!

All-in-all, yesterday was a disappointment, because all the beauty of the towns had been replaced by the commercialism and glare of tourist traps. You know, if I wanted to see an aquarium I'd go to the sea. If I wanted to see a Nashville show, well...I think I'd go to Nashville! If I wanted to see the beauty of God's creation, I certainly wouldn't look in glitzy restaurants, bars, and shopping malls!

I'm glad we went...but we won't go back. If we ever want to see the Great Smoky Mountain National Park again, we'll sneak past the Cherokee Reservation and enter through the southern border.

Oh, one thing we did was a dream of mine...we walked along the Appalachian Trail for a little piece...not far, but I did want to say I'd walked on the Appalachian Trail.

The mountains were beautiful...smoky and blue. The rilles gurgled, roared, and ran swiftly over rocks. There were many springs leaking their clear water down mountainsides. The Smokies are beautiful...but if you intend to travel there, know the national park is the most visited national park in the country...and Cades Cove is it's most traveled roadway. Therefore, we drove up to Clingman's Dome, the highest peak in Tennessee. It was 6,500 feet and utterly lovely.

Today is a rest day. It's raining out right now, and we plan to wash clothing when the rain has passed. We are reading, computing, downloading, and I will draw some I hope. Hope your day is as pleasant as ours.

See ya later, alligators!
















Thursday, April 26, 2007

Smoky Mountain...May 26

This is the day which the Lord hath made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.

This is one of the most beautiful days we have ever had. We slept in, and it was rainy out...a soft day. We got up, read, ate bagles, I drew, and we slowly moved toward exploring. I do wonder what my ancestors from Tennessee and North Carolina would have thought if they had seen us tooling around the mountains in our SUV being guided by GPS on our Dell (yup, we MAC folk do own a Dell to use with my Brother Embroidery Machine and the GPS system).

Raf loved driving quickly around the switch backs. Really fun roads on which to travel!

We wandered around and around and up and down. We saw the most beautiful sights imaginable. The smells of clover were intoxicating. I think it may even have been a better odor than the sea...at least it's close.

Birds were chattering and singing. We moved in and out of the clouds and mist which names the Smoky Mountains.

Tomorrow we are going to the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, but I doubt it can surpass the beauty we saw today.

I took photos and some movies. Oh, and there is an absolutely lovely little town called Greeneville, Tennessee, which reminded us so much of Ellicott City, Maryland, for its charm.

And, right in the middle of the Smoky Mountains...we found a coffee house. What a surprise. The photo of the bike is for my arty friends...it was done up in moss, straw, and wire...really neat.

So...here goes our show.




















We'll see you tomorrow. I'm leaving this prayer of thanksgiving with you:

We thank thee, O God, for blessings without number which we have received from thee; chiefly for our creation, preservation and all the blessings of this life; but above all for the Redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ, for our regeneration by the Holy Ghost, and for our membership in the holy catholic church. Make our hearts more truly thankful. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Baileyton, Tennessee, April 25




We made it here to Baileyton, Tennessee, in about 5 hours. It was a beautiful drive. The Smokey Mountains are just to our south, and Grainger County, where my McAnallys came from, is to the west. Roan Mountain is also to the south.

This is a test to see if I can indeed embed a video into my blog. I think it's working. Tomorrow I will shoot some more...plus stills. We will be here at the Baileyton RV Park for a week; then back to Nashville until the 7th or so...see you then...

AND STOP BY OFTEN TO SEE WHAT WE'RE UP TO!!

LOVE TO EVERYONE.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

May 24--Millersville, Tennessee

The Nashville Country RV park is right on I-65 (see the truck on the road above)...we didn't realize it, but it sure didn't keep us awake...don't think anything could have!
For the Slaters, these two, Slater Chapel UMC and Slater Creek, are both in Millersville TN just north of Hendersonville...you know, home of Johnny Cash (until it burned last month).
Raf thinks it's terribly interesting that I bought a camo shirt at Gander Mountain...I tried to tell him it's a fashion statement, not a hunting thing.

Although rain has been forecast for all the area in which we are traveling, none has come our way. It's been cloudy, and now in Middle Tennessee it is sort of muggy. But beautiful. When I'm here I really don't want to leave. I didn't want to go back to Texas when we moved back in 1979. I wanted us and the girls to stay in Tennessee forever, but we were making next to nothing, and the oil field beckoned, so back to the west we went.

Today is our day of rest. We had the devil of a time finding a book store...no Barnes and Noble in Nashville, but we were able to find a Waldon Books in RiverGate Mall. We got a Tennessee Gazetteer, a new Woodalls Campground book, and yet another Nashville map...we get one every time we are here...and loose them. Then on to the Walmart for some meds, bird food, drinks, etc...and two pairs of shorts for me.

As you can sort of see from the photos, Nashville is surrounded by little round hills...and they are beautiful in all seasons and all weather.

Oh..NOTE...Raf is going to perform with Jimmy Baldwin and Michael Martin Murphey at the Dempsey Heliport on June 1. Jimmy just emailed him to ask. It should be a great show...look in the Index for more details...it's part of Palo Pinto County's Sesquicentennial celebration...you all come! Oh, we won't be there, but there will be a military parade for the Sesquicentennial on May 5 in Mineral Wells....go see it if you're in town.

Hey, that's all the news that's fit to print. We're on to Baileyton tomorrow. You all take care now, you hear!

Monday, April 23, 2007

On the Road Again...just can't wait to get on the road again

And so, after church yesterday, we picked up the trailer and took to the open road. The farther I get from the house, the more relaxed I feel. Interesting since we live alone...just the two of us and 4 cats, but with Carolyn at the house for 16 days, and us gone, it is a very freeing feeling!

The photos below were taken in Texarkana, Texas, our first night out. As we were traveling on I-20 south of Dallas, I looked up and mentioned to Raf that it looked to me as though the people in the van to our right and somewhat aheaded...and traveling with a mattress and box springs on top of the van...were going to loose their load. No sooner said than done...the mattress and box springs exited the top of the van and flew over our heads (we thought). However, when we got to a gas station to fill up, Raf looked up and saw our fridge vent had been hit. Doesn't seem to be causing a problem, but it's one of many things we are going to ask Mid-Town Campers to either repair or just doooo for us when we return. Carpet springs to mind!OK...so after we dropped off the trailer at the Texarkana KOA (which has wifi that doesn't seem to work), we drove quickly back west to the Gander Mountain store we had seen last year but were too late to visit. We got some Panther Martin spinner baits and a couple of shirts. Then, we went to a Texas Roadhouse (which began in, of all places, Indiana) and ate. They had peanuts to eat on all the tables and in the waiting area. They were very busy...I can't understand how busy so many new restaurants were in Texarkana on a Sunday night, but everything was full. Raf had prime rib, and I had catfish. We hadn't tried one of the Roadhouses before, and they were ok...I started to say nothing to write home about...but I guess I am!
We each had a caesar salad with our meal...then Raf had mashed spuds, and I had green beans. The beans were supposed to be fresh, but....oh, well.
This morning we treated ourselves to I-HOP...guess it's not international any more, as there were no German lemon crepes or any other continental treat on the menu...BUT they still served them. That didn't make a whole lot of sense, but, hey, they were good, anyway. Raf had his usual two eggs over easy with hash browns, sausage, and toast. I did have an order of bacon with mine, and it was delish!

Then we made the 10-hour trip to Nashville. Man, we used to drive all the way through from Mineral Wells to Nashville in a day...no more!! We are now in the Nashville Country RV Park in Goodletsville, and we'll be here until the 25th when we motor on to Baileyton and the Smoky Mountains.

Hummmm....I can't remember what we were doing 30 years ago today...but shortly, on May 5, it will be our 30th anniversary. That wedding I remember well. I know we weren't planning on getting married! But we did, thank God. Wish we could find the people who stood up with us. Yvonne is in Detroit, and perhaps Eric and Owen are here in Music City. Think I'll try to find out. Jim, the minister, wasn't in good health. Helen I know is no longer living...nor her husband, but Janice may still be at the Upper Room. We shall see.

If you're of St. Luke's and reading this, don't think I'll be sending email announcements, as I have to use webmail...we'll just have to see, but Jo Ellen will be putting out the newsletter for May 6.

Anyway,

MORE
TOMORROW

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Beautiful Texas in Spring

Beautiful Texas

Azure sky with pillow clouds
Bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrush
Coral dirt, emerald grass
Signs of yesterday...signs of today
The two survive together...
Today and Yesterday




Monday, April 16, 2007

Sunday in Dallas

While this entry is going to chronicle a very pleasant day in Dallas, I first have to complain about Blogger!! The last post I made was from a different computer, but no one can see my photos and scans! Grrrrrr...NOW when I want to put these photos in some sort of order, the stupid program won't allow it! Grrrrrrr...So, here's what happened, and then I will identify the photos.

After church we drove to Dallas to meet my life-long friend Helen. There wasn't as much traffic, and we got to the Dallas Museum of Art a little early, so we had a nice glass of ice tea. When Helen arrived we first took in the Matisse exhibit...and after a LOT of Matisee I am sure I don't like his work...except the collages. I have one photo of a collage. I also took other photos in and around the museum. The day was absolutely glorious. There are also another couple of photos taken about the same time...BUT, they are out of order. So...hope you enjoy. We sure did!

This is Raf and me in the grassy park part of the museum. The day was beautiful, warm, and the grass soooo green.This is Helen and me at the entrance to the Matisse exhibit...see photos of Matisse behind us.
This is Raf, Helen, and me in the museum park.
Here is an out-of-order photo of Turtle...especially for Terry!
This is looking across the park at some of the sculptures.
This is a close-up of the same sculptures.
And Raf and Helen in front of same.
This is a stainless steel sculpture inside the museum.
This really interesting sculpture just outside the sculpture museum.
Another of the outside exhibits.
Out-of-order once again. This is a photo of our "painted rock". It is east of Mineral Wells and east of Cool. This is a "tribute" to the recently fired band director with the sunset behind and a carpet of bluebonnets in front.
This painting is in the tea room at the museum.
An outside sculpture.
Ah, ha! The is one of the Matisse collages.
This is the entrance to the Dallas Museum of Art in downtown Dallas.
Another wall in the tea room.
Blown glass flowers in the tea room.
Out-of-order...coffee cake for breakfast!
Downtown Dallas.
More downtown Dallas.
This is a George Segal sculpture. He was the art teacher at Piscataway High School, Piscataway, New Jersey, when Raf was a student there.
Sooooo...I hope you've enjoyed our trip. Sorry it's so spacy! However, it was an amazing day.

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