[English translation below]
âS ann o chionn fhada a bha e nam inntinn an sgeulachd seo a chur air mo bhlĂ˛g, ach tha mi gu math slaodach, a reir choltais. Sgriobh mi ann an 2004 e. Bhuannaich mi duais leis cuideachd â sgoilearachd gu cursa goirid aig Sabhal MĂ˛r Ostaig â ann am MĂ˛d puist ACGA. Ach tha mi aâ cur an-seo e air sgathâs gu bheil an sgeulachd inntinneach airson daoine aig a bheil uidh ann an eachdraidh nan GĂ idheal anns na StĂ itean Aonaichte.
Ann an Ăite Nach Eil na Ăite
le Rudy Ramsey
Rinn mi mĂ˛ran rudan, na mo bheatha, a chur air bhioran mi â rudan mar cĂ r-rĂ¨iseadh, aerobatics, marathons, taekwon-do. De na tachartasan a bu mhotha a chuir air bhioran mi? Uill, mar as trice, cha bâe na rudan sin idir, ach na laithean samhach, nuair a gheibhinn a-mach piosan Ăšr de dhâfiosrachadh Ăšidheal mu dheidhinn mo shinnsearan. Sin rud a chuireas air bhioran mi gu fĂŹor! Innsidh mi dhuibh mu dheidhinn latha mar sin. âS e sgeulachd fhiĂ˛r a thâann mu dheidhinn mo shinnsearan fhĂŹn agus cĂ nain nan GĂ idheal.
Tha ceistean air bhith agam air aâ chuspair seo cĂ˛rr air fichead bliadhna. Mu dheireadh thall, lorg mi na freagairtean. Agus seo tĂ˛imhseachan dhuibh. Fhuair mi na freagairtean nuair a bha mi ann an Ă ite nach eil na Ă ite, ann an Ă m nach eil againne. Caitâ an romh mi?
âS e fear-sloinntearachd a thâannam â rannsaiche eachdraidh theaghaichean, gu fĂŹor. Tha mĂ˛ran shinnsearan agamsa a dhâimrich Ă Alba a dhâEireann a Tuath, a dhâfhuirich an-sin fad ginealach, agus a rinn eilthireachd gu Carolina a Tuath Ă s deidh sin. Sin slighe chumanta, air a bheil âAlbannaich-Ulaidhâ, âs docha, no âUlster Scotsâ âsa Bheurla co-dhiĂš. Tha mu choig sloinnidhean deug anns aâ chraobh-ghinealaich agam a rinn imrich âsan aon doigh.
Tha aon teaghlach a rinn imrich mar sin anns a bheil Ăšidh shonraichte agam, leis an t-sloinneadh âKeaheyâ âsna lĂ ithean seo, no âMacKeacheyâ no âMacGeachieâ anns an t-seann dĂšthaich o chionn fhada. Dhâimrich iad Ă Alba a dhâĂireann a Tuath ron aâ bhliadhna 1749. Tha fios agam air sin oir gun dârugadh an triuir mhac ann an Ăirinn a Tuath anns aâ bhliadhna sin, no anns na trĂŹ no ceithir bliadhna Ă s a dheidh. Tha amharas agam gun do dhâfhag iad Alba direach an dĂ¨idh Bliadhna Thearlaich, ach chan eil mi cinnteach fhathast.
Thainig iad a Charolina a Tuath, a reir aithris ann an 1767, ach ro Ă m Cogadh na Ceannairce co-dhiĂš. Dhâfhuirich iad cha mhĂ˛r 50 bliadhna ann am pairt albannach de Charolina a Tuath. Bha e daonnan aâ cur ionnadh orm an robh iad nan GĂ idheil, agus ma bha, saoil? DĂ¨ cho fad âsa mhair an cĂ nan aca? Ach cha do smaoinich mi gun lorgainn a leithid de dhâfhiosrachadh gu brath.
DhâfhĂ s an Ăšidh agam anns na ceistean seo na bu mhotha an dĂ¨idh dhomh fhĂŹn tĂ˛iseachadh air GĂ idhlig ionnsachadh, airson adhbharan nach robh ceangailte ri eachdraidh mo theaghlaich. A dhâaindeoin sin, cha dâfhuair mi na freagairtean gu luath.
Ach thainig, mu dheireadh thall, latha gu math sonraichte. Bha mi ann an Ă ite nach eil na Ă ite, ann an Ă m nach eil againne. Uill, bha mi air an eadar-lĂŹon, co-dhiu â nĂŹ a thâanns a h-uile h-Ă ite agus nach eil ann an Ă ite sam bith. Agus bha mi ann an Ă m fada, fada ro na laithean seo. Bha mi aâ leughadh eachdraidh seann eaglais a bhâann am Mississippi o chionn fhada. Agus âs ann an-sin a bha iad â mo shinnsearan agus mo fhreagairtean.
Seo an eachdraidh. Anns aâ bhliadhna 1816, dhâimrich na triuir brĂ ithrean Keahey Ă Carolina a Tuadh a Mhississippi. Cha bâurrainn dhaibh sin a dheanamh ron a-sin, air sgath âs gu robh slĂ inte an athar ro bhochd airson a leithid de thuras. Ach choachail an athair, agus an deidh Ăšine ghoirid, dhâfhalbh an teaghlach gu leir airson am fortan a shireadh anns an stĂ it Ăšir sin. Bha na brĂ ithrean nan seann bhodaich an-sin. Cha robh iad fhĂ¨in aâ fuireach ann an Alba riamh; chur iad seachad cha mhĂ˛r leth-cheud bliadhna anns an tĂŹr seo. Am bitheadh facal sam bith de GhĂ idhlig aca fhathast?
Uill, mar a thachair, stĂ¨idhich iad eaglais Ăšr ann am Mississippi â eaglais air an robh Philadelphus Presbyterian Church â ainm a bhâair seann eaglais ann an Carolina a Tuath, far an robh iad aâ fuireach. A-reir eachdraidh na h-eaglise Ăšr, chaidh a toiseachadh ann an taigh a bhâaig fear de mo shinnsearan. Agus bâe mo shinnsearan a bhâann an ochdnar dhen aon duine deug a stĂ¨idhich an eaglais.
Ach seo an rud as cudromaiche dhomhsa: Chaidh GĂ idhlig na h-Alba a chleachdach ann an coinneamhan nan luchd-stĂ¨idheachaidh. Bha geĂ rr-chunntas nan coinneamhan sgriobhte ann an GĂ idhlig. Thog iad sgoil Ăšr cuideachd, an dĂ¨idh bliadhna no dhĂ . Agus an-siud, ann an siorrachd Wayne ann am Mississippi, ann am fĂŹor thaobh a deas nan StĂ itean Aonaichte, theagaisg iad a h-uile clas ann an CĂ nan nan GĂ idheal. Agus lean sin fad iomadh bliadhna, gus an tainig daoine Ăšr aig nach robh GĂ idhlig idir chun na siorrachd sin.
Cha bâurrain dhomh aâ bhith air freagairt na bâfheĂ rr fhaighinn do mo ceistean â no sin mo bheachd fhĂŹn co-dhiu. Chan eil fhios âam fhathast am bidh pĂ ipearan riâm faighinn bho lĂ ithean trĂ th na h-eaglaise. Ma bhios, bidh cothrom agamsa GĂ idhlig a leughadh a bha air a sgriobhadh le mo shinnsearan fhĂŹn â sinnsearan a bhâanns na StĂ itean Aonaichte ron Ă m a bha a leithid ann. Ann an doigh, bha iadsan cuideachd ann an Ă ite nach robh na Ă ite â fhathast.
[Mar as Ă bhaist, cha cuiridh mi stuth dĂ -chananach na mo bhlĂ˛g GĂ idhlig, ach tha an dĂ thionndadh agam mar tha, agus is docha gum bitheadh an tionndadh âsa Bheurla cuideachail do fheudhainn.]
In a Place Thatâs Not a Place
by Rudy Ramsey
Iâve done many things in my life that I found exciting â things like sports-car racing, aerobatics, marathons, taekwon-do. Which events were the most exciting? Well, often, they werenât these things at all, but quiet days when I discovered new pieces of interesting information about my ancestors. Now thatâs exciting! Iâll tell you about a day like that. Itâs a true story about my own ancestors and the language of the Gaels.
I had questions on this subject for more than twenty years. At long last, I found the answers. And hereâs a riddle for you. I found the answers when I was in a place thatâs not a place, in a time thatâs not our own. Where was I?
Iâm a genealogist â a family historian, really.Â I have a lot of ancestors who immigrated from Scotland to Northern Ireland, lived there for a generation, and then emigrated to North Carolina. Itâs a common pattern, known as âUlster Scotsâ. I have perhaps 15 surnames in my ancestral tree with this immigration pattern.
Thereâs one family like this which has a special interest for me, with the surname âKeaheyâ these days, or âMacKeacheyâ or âMacGeachieâ in the old country long ago. They emigrated from Scotland to Northern Ireland before 1749. I know this because their three sons were born in Northern Ireland in that year, or the three or four years thereafter. I suspect that they left Scotland after the Jacobite Rebellion, but Iâm not yet certain.
They came to North Carolina, reportedly in 1767, but in any case before the American Revolution. They lived nearly 50 years in a Scottish part of North Carolina. I always wondered whether they were GĂ idhlig speakers, and if they were, I wondered how long they retained the language in America. But I didnât think I would ever find such information.
My interest in these questions increased after I started learning GĂ idhlig myself, for reasons unrelated to family history. Even so, I didnât find the answers quickly.
But there came, at long last, a very special day. I was in a place thatâs not a place, in a time thatâs not our own. Well, I was on the internet, anyway â a thing thatâs everywhere and nowhere at all. And I was in a time far, far away from the present. I was reading the history of an old church that was in Mississippi long ago. And there they were â my ancestors and my answers.
Hereâs the history. In the year 1816, the three sons emigrated from North Carolina to Mississippi. This wasnât possible for them before then, because their fatherâs health was too poor for such a trip. But their father died, and after a short while, the whole family left to seek their fortune in the new state. The sons were old men by then. They themselves had never lived in Scotland; they had spent nearly half a century in this country; would there have been any trace of GĂ idhlig still with them?
Well, as it happened, they formed a new church in Mississippi â a church called the Philadelphus Presbyterian Church, the name of an old church in North Carolina, where they had lived. According to the history of the new church, it was created in the house of one of my ancestors. And eight of the eleven founding members were my own ancestors.
But hereâs the most important thing to me: Scottish Gaelic was used in the foundersâ meetings. The minutes of the meetings were written in GĂ idhlig. They built a new school, too, after a year or two. And there, in Wayne County, in Mississippi, in the true deep south of the United States, every class was taught in the language of the Gaels. And that remained true for several years, until new people came to the area who spoke no GĂ idhlig at all.
A better answer to my questions would not be possible â or thatâs my opinion, anyway. I donât know yet whether there are papers still surviving from the early days of the church. If so, Iâll have an opportunity to read GĂ idhlig written by my own ancestors â ancestors who were in the United States before there was such a place. In a way, they, too, were in a place that wasnât a place â yet.
Posted 2 years, 5 months ago at 11:14 pm. Add a comment
[After a long dormant period, I'm going to try to get back to actively posting in this blog.]
We had a very nice trip to Kansas City, July 19-21, 2012, to visit my aunt and uncle, Cecil and Sue Ramsey, and their family.
Cecil’s health is a bit fragile at age 87, and Sue, 85, is doing an amazing job of keeping the family and household afloat. We were able to spend major parts of three days with them. We very much enjoy our visits, and it was good to see them, their children, David, Doug (not shown) and Darby, and Darby’s daughter, Jocelyn.
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[This is a brief article I submitted to the Ada Evening News, the local paper in my aunt Melba's home town. I also included the two "bookend" photos below, which I think illustrate in an interesting way how long she's been a part of our family. And I was interested to see how much our granddaughter, Siggy, resembles her great-grandmother at that age.]
Some 150 friends and relatives helped Melba King celebrate her 100th birthday at the Ada Arts and Heritage Center on December 21. Participants came from around Southeast Oklahoma and from several states to honor Melbaâs accomplishments and celebrate her friendship. Caterer Tamara Jones provided a fine array of food, and Melbaâs nephew and party host, Rudy Ramsey, was truly grateful that all these people managed to keep the surprise party a secret from Melba.
Melba is a full-fledged native of the Ada area. Her parents, Zebulon and Addie Brown McKoy, moved from Texas to Stonewall when it was still Indian Territory, and Melba Brown McKoy was born there on December 24, 1908. She moved with her family to Ada in 1922.
Melba at age 14, with her sister, Zebbie
She graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree from East Central State Teacherâs College (now ECU) in 1929. She was a member of Pi Kappa Sigma sorority. She also attended the University of Colorado and the University of Oklahoma.
Melba married Churchill W. Thomas, of Ada, in 1926 and they celebrated their golden anniversary before Churchillâs death in 1977. They lived in Ada all through their marriage except for two years in the late 1930âs spent at the University of Colorado, and a few adventures in uranium prospecting in Utah in the late 1950s.
Melba also had a happy, though all too brief, second marriage to Lester W. King, of Ada. They were married in February, 1979, and he died in November, 1980.
In her 84 years in Ada, Melba has been involved in many social activities. Sheâs been a member of the First Christian Church since 1925. She was a long-time member of the Wednesday Morning Music Club, and as an accomplished pianist in her younger days, she often entertained others. She was involved in the League of Women Voters, and has long been a member of the Salvation Army Womenâs Auxiliary. In particular, she was for many years an active fund-raiser for the Salvation Army childrenâs summer camp program. One of Adaâs best bridge players, Melba was until recently a member of four bridge groups in town.
She has made a number of philanthropic contributions to various charities in Ada, especially to East Central University and to the First Christian Church.
Melba at age 100, with Zebbie’s great-granddaughter, Siggy
Even at the age of 100, Melba still lives at home, on South Broadway Blvd. She says sheâs planning to live to be 122. Preparations for the party are underway.
Posted 7 years, 4 months ago at 10:27 pm. Add a comment
[This article is reprinted from my Ramsey-Farrell Family History Newsletter of November, 2003. A recent trip to Kennesaw Mountain has motivated me to post this article in the blog. In any case, future such articles will almost surely be posted here, rather than printed as a hardcopy newsletter. We've actually made a little further progress iin learning about William and Sarah Ramsey, but I'll tell you about that separately when we have it sorted out a bit more.]
A Good Day in the Life of a Genealogist
In the early 1990s, I had a professional conference in Atlanta, Georgia. For many years, I had hoped to find an opportunity to go there, because my G-Grandfather John Cannon Ramsey was born there. This was before the days of genealogy on the internet, and it seemed that my best way of finding his (then unknown) parents was to actually go and do research there in Atlanta.
John Cannon Ramsey
I was aware of an interesting family tradition about John Cannon Ramsey’s name. He is said to have been born in Atlanta during the siege of Atlanta, as Sherman did his famous march to the sea, destroying Confederate installations (and much else) that lay in his path. During his birth, the Ramseys could hear Sherman’s cannon fire in the distance, and so they named their son “John Cannon”. The problem with this story was that Sherman’s siege of Atlanta took place a month after the birth date I had for John Cannon Ramsey, and I always wondered if this story was one of those family myths, a nice story that would prove false in the end. Or, more likely, I had an incorrect birth date.
My conference ended on Friday, and the vital records office was closed until Monday, so I spent the weekend in the public library genealogy department. I probably spent 12-15 hours there, and didn’t find a thing. Once, when I was bored, I got up and walked around. I spotted a huge book on top of a filing cabinet, and looked to see what it was. It was a book of Civil War maps. I turned to the map of the siege of Atlanta. One thing that interested me was that Sherman’s march, which I’ve always thought of as a “blitzkrieg”, was quite a bit slower than I expected. Otherwise, I didn’t learn much from the map, either.
I had two days available to work at the vital records department, and I searched diligently through the records for Atlanta and the surrounding territory for our ancestors. With about two hours remaining, it was clearly time to try a new approach. I thought of the map, and realized for the first time that I might have the date (and the story) right, and the place wrong. I looked where Sherman was the month before Atlanta, and found them within a few minutes. They were some 35 miles north of Atlanta (blitzkriegs were slower in those days ), in the Wildcat District of Cherokee County, Georgia. Here’s their 1870 census record (I also found them there in 1860).
In addition to William and Sarah C. Brown Ramsey, you can see James Manley (“Manley”), Elisha S. (“Lish”), William Lawrence, Sarah Ruth, Sarena Elizabeth (“Betty”), Robert Wylie (“Wylie”), and our John Cannon.
The 1860 and 1870 census records here are the earliest traces I’ve found of our Ramseys [no longer true], but I’m still looking. William was born in North Carolina, and Sarah C. Brown was born in North Carolina or possibly South Carolina. I haven’t found further records of them in any of these places yet. There’s one more hint that will help, and I’ll discuss it below, but first let’s talk about cannons.
So What About the Cannons?
Here’s a segment of a wonderful map showing Sherman’s path through northern Georgia. I’ve highlighted Cherokee County, and marked the Wildcat District. I hope to use land records, or details of the census records, to locate the Ramseys more exactly, but haven’t been able to do this yet [this is also no longer true; we've found the land records, and the family farm was right at the south edge of the Wildcat District].
(Used with the kind permission of David Mastovich;
original larger map is here)
Although Sherman burned about half the town of Canton in response to a series of guerilla raids, there were no actual battles in Cherokee County. It seems highly likely that the cannon fire was associated with the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain, which stretched over the last half of June, and took place about 11 miles south of the Wildcat District. A three-day-long artillery barrage took place 19-21 June, 1864, and the fiercest fighting and largest artillery barrage, took place on 27 June 1864. I’m betting that if we ever learn John Cannon’s actual birthday, he’ll have been born on one of those four days. It’s interesting that his birth month brought us (correctly) to the place he was born, and the events that occurred in that place now suggest when he might have been born.
The Battle of Kennesaw Mountain
An army travels on its stomach, and Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman‘s greatest challenge as he invaded the southlands was to maintain an open supply route. His strategy was to follow the path of the Western & Atlantic railroad from Chattanooga down through Atlanta, rebuilding and defending the railway behind him. Keeping the railroad working all the way to his supply base at Louisville would be ideal, but he had also established huge storage facilities at Nashville, which might suffice in a pinch. Naturally, the Confederates were interested in preventing him from advancing on the rail route, and they would destroy the railroad both ahead of him and behind him to the extent they were able to do so.
Gen. Joseph E. Johnston‘s Confederate forces were outnumbered two to one, and couldn’t afford a pitched battle in neutral terrain. Trickery wasn’t working for them, either. Johnston’s neat trap at Cassville was foiled when a small group of lost Union cavalry happened to spot them, and sounded the alarm. And Sherman’s intimate knowledge of northern Georgia allowed him to sidestep an ambush at Altoona Pass. And for the rest of the six weeks since the start of the Atlanta Campaign, Sherman’s flanking maneuvers had forced Johnston to gradually retreat eighty of the hundred miles’ distance down the railroad from Chatanooga to Atlanta. Even Johnston’s defensive victories at New Hope Church and Pickett’s Mill had been more costly, percentagewise, to the Confederates than to the Union forces.
But with the retreat to Kennesaw Mountain on June 15, 1864, Johnston finally found himself in a truly defensible position. Standing to a height of 700 feet and more than two miles long, the twin peaks of Kennesaw provided substantial natural fortification, and lots of opportunity for man-made trenches, entanglements, and sharpshooter positions. The side facing the Union forces is steep and rocky, while more gentle slopes on the southeast side allowed ready access for the rebel forces. Swollen creeks had created swampland just in front of both ends of the 6-mile arc of defensive entrenchments built by the Confederates, providing protection against a flanking attack. With the railroad running just past its east end, Kennesaw Mountain was a perfect defensive position. It seemed impregnable.
As a preparatory step while reconnoitering the position, Sherman launched an artillery barrage on the fortifications of the mountain. This barrage involved 130 cannon, and continued nonstop for three days, on June 19, 20, and 21. Sherman, his troops said, was determined to either take the mountain or “fill it full of old iron”. This certainly could be the cannon fire that our Ramseys heard, though there was an even greater barrage later, as we’ll see.
Sherman side-stepped his entire army to the right, and his generals Hooker and Schofield advanced their forces in a flanking attempt. Johnston had prepared for this possibility by moving Gen. Hood’s Army Corps from the right end to the left end. The ever-aggressive Hood attacked the entrenched Union forces at Kolb’s Farm, but couldn’t break through, and lost 1000 men to Sherman’s 350. In failing to pursue, however, the northerners gave Hood’s forces time to set up their own entrenchments.Â That effectively stopped further flanking attempts by Sherman, unless he was willing to over-stretch his forces and leave his supply line quite vulnerable.
Map of the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain (reprinted from Dennis Kelly’s excellent book, “Kennesaw Mountain and the Atlanta Campaign: A Tour Guide”, with permission; full reference below)
Sherman now found himself considering the reverse of his usual flanking attacks. He felt that by holding on the flanks and attacking the obviously-strong center, he might achieve sufficient surprise to succeed, and might in any case correct a laxness that was beginning to set in with his own troops after six weeks of flanking and feinting with relatively little serious fighting. He gave his field commanders two days to prepare, while withholding knowledge of the battle plan even from their own staffs.
On June 26, the day before the planned battle, Schofield’s troops at the south end of the eight-mile-long front demonstrated loudly, and feigned preparations for an attack, hoping to induce Johnston to move troops there and weaken his center. He didn’t take the bait.
For 15 minutes, starting at 8:00 AM, June 27, 1864, the whole of the Union army’s artillery (some 250 cannons) laid down a barrage, especially on Big Kennesaw and Little Kennesaw and the little spur now called Pigeon Hill at the south end of the mountain.
The print above (Louis Prang, 1880s) shows a part of the huge artillery barrage Sherman laid down against the Confederate forces holding Kennesaw Mountain on the morning of June 27, 1864. (Modern reprints of this image can be obtained here.)
When the cannon fire stopped at 8:15, Union forces launched a feint attack on Big Kennesaw (the eastern end of Kennesaw Mountain, by the railroad) and two seriously intended attacks at Pigeon Hill and at Cheatham Hill, farther to the south. These attacks incurred heavy Union losses (Sherman estimated 3000), while doing little damage to the enemy, and without dislodging the Confederates. The battle was clearly a victory for Johnston.
But ironically, Johnston and his commanders were sufficiently distracted by the heavy Union assault that they failed to pay adequate attention to Schofield’s feigned attack at the south end of the battle front. There, Gen. Jacob D. Cox alertly and skillfully took advantage of the situation, and made inroads into the Confederate defenses that were to provide the basis for Sherman’s next move, another flanking movement to the south end of the line. This forced Johnston to abandon his position on Kennesaw Mountain on July 2, and retreat several more miles toward Atlanta.
Our little history is now so close to a critical turning point in the war that I think I’ll go ahead and tell the story, even though it has nothing directly to do with Kennesaw Mountain or the Ramseys. Johnston was a very skillful strategist whose ability to delay Sherman for eight weeks while gradually conducting an orderly retreat to Atlanta was a significant success. Atlanta really was impregnable. By mid-July, Johnston was in Atlanta, surrounded by the now badly stretched-out forces of Sherman. On the eastern front, Lee was barricaded into a similar fortress at Petersburg, with the result that the entire Civil War was in a stalemate. If the South had been able to maintain this situation until the coming federal presidential election, it’s likely that Lincoln would have lost the presidency to a concession-minded candidate. Had that happened, the United States would not now exist. Only a miracle could prevent this.
The miracle came when Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederacy, stupidly removed Joseph Johnston from command, and promoted Hood in his place. Hood immediately started attacking everything in sight. Indeed, his tendency to attack at every opportunity converted a defensible position to an eventual loss, and Sherman held Atlanta, and effectively Georgia, by September 2. This so raised northern spirits that Lincoln won re-election in a landslide, and continued the war to the end.
The Ramsey Family Plot at Marysville
But it’s time to return to family history. It’s easy enough to work forward in the Ramsey family. Between 1870 and 1880, they moved to Cooke Co., Texas, where they lived in Marysville. But working backward in time has proven difficult. Both William and Sarah have relatively common names, and it’s hard to trace them without knowing anything further about their birthdates, birthplaces, date or place of marriage, etc.
The situation changed earlier this year, though. While searching the internet for more information about William and Sarah, I came across a tombstone survey of the Marysville Cemetery. There they were, although there was some confusing information. Sarah was listed twice, with conflicting information — a vestige of an old DAR survey, as it turns out. I sent an e-mail message to Barbara Jarvis to thank her for the survey and ask about the discrepancy. Since she indicated on the website that they were going to resurvey this cemetery sometime later in the year, I said I hoped they would take photos of the Ramsey graves, as they had done for some of the other graves there.
The next day, she and her husband went out to the cemetery, took seven photos of the Ramsey plot there and sent them to me. They also resolved the discrepancy. The plot is a fenced-in area with several graves, including William and Sarah, their children William Lawrence, Sarah Ruth, and Sarena Elizabeth, as well as Sarah Ruth’s husband, W.A. Whittington.
The most exciting thing, though, was the amount of detail on the tombstone of William and Sarah. As you can see below, it shows birth and death dates for both, as well as their marriage date.Â It’s a rare tombstone that contains this much historical information.
Although I still haven’t found them before the 1860 census in Cherokee County, Georgia, we’re now armed with information that should help us recognize them when we do. There’s a lot that I haven’t done yet to try to find them, and I’m now hopeful indeed. I’ll keep you posted. Maybe we’ll even get lucky and one of the readers of this newsletter will have information that will help.
Sources for More Information
For more information about the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain:
For Cherokee County, Georgia:
- Cherokee County, Georgia Genealogy
- Rootsweb, Cherokee Co., Georgia
- USGenWeb Archives, Cherokee Co., Georgia
- Cyndi’s List, Cherokee Co., Georgia
- Historical Atlas, Cherokee County, Georgia
- Map, Cherokee County, Georgia, 1864
- Cherokee County Historical Society
- Northwest Georgia Historical and Genealogical Society
- Rev. Lloyd G. Marlin, “The History of Cherokee County”. Atlanta: Walter W. Brown, 1932 (1997 reprint can be obtained from CCHS, above)
For Cooke County, Texas:
Posted 7 years, 9 months ago at 10:32 am. Add a comment
Well, the best news is that nobody was hurt when (this is the worst news) my trusty Acura TL bit the dust:
I was off in Scotland last September and called home to learn that I didn’t have a car any more. My son Devin had borrowed the car (with permission) when his car was blocked in by a tree surgeon, and he had a close encounter with a Comcast van. Judging from the appearance of my Acura, I’d say the Comcast van won.
I moped around a bit, frustrated at my likely choices. I really liked the Acura TL as a daily driver, but don’t like the new model nearly as well as I like the model I had. But I also don’t much like buying used cars. Somewhere amongst my moping, two family members came to my aid. First, my wife Alice was kind enough to say that with me retiring soon, we might be able to get by with my having a smaller car. Then Devin suggested that I take a look at the new Honda S2000 CR. My first reaction was, “Yeah, right!”. My second reaction, however, was “Where do I sign”?
I did, in fact, wind up buying this most wonderful of all second-childhood cars, and I love it. I got a yellow one (actually had to have it shipped in, as there wasn’t one available in Colorado at the time), and here it is:
I’ve actually had the car since October, waiting for an autocross to try it out. All our winter events were snowed out until Feb 10, when I finally had a chance to drive the car for real. Wow! I haven’t had a car that sticks to the road like this since I was 40 years younger and racing a Formula Vee. The Vee, of course, stuck to the road because it weighed 825 pounds. This one sticks to the road because it’s an engineering marvel. (I could be biased. )
Here’s a video of a run from three months later, in May, just to give you an idea what it’s like.
Posted 8 years, 6 months ago at 12:16 am. 2 comments
|Around September, I bought a go-kart for our grandson, Carlos, so he could join Devin and me in autocross racing. He hasn’t had very many opportunities to drive it yet, since he started just at the end of our regular summer series, but he’s having a good time. And we’re very much enjoying having him there. Ian (his dad and my son) has been helping us prepare the kart and get it to the events, and the whole family (Ian, Susan, Siggy, and Carlos) come occasionally.
|Here’s what Carlos looks like without the helmet:
|He’ll be racing in the Formula Junior B class. There aren’t a lot of competitors, but it’s a great way for kids to have a chance to race in a very safe and supportive environment.
One thing I really like about our local SCCA events is their extreme safety consciousness. Whenever the juniors are moving, all other cars are stopped, and remain stopped until the juniors are back in their own grid area. And the stewards who run this youth program (both fathers of girls who race in the Formula Junior classes) are great with the kids.
Here’s Carlos with part of his pit crew (Siggy):
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Chunnaic mi an sgeulachd seo ann an litir “chain” a fhuair mi mar post-dealain (‘sa Bheurla) an-uiridh. Smaoinich mi gun robh e gu math Ă¨ibhinn (ach is docha gu bheil am poileataics agaibh eadar-dhealaichte ). Rinn mi eadar-theangachadh, agus dh’innse mi an sgeulachd aig tachartas GĂ idhlig no dhĂ .
Tha an sgeulachd sgriobhte fon-a-seo, ach nach Ă¨isdibh sibh ris an audio an toiseach?
A Bheil Ceann-Suidhe Bush Ann?
Aon latha, anns aâ bhliadhna 2009, chaidh seann duine chun gheata air beulaibh an Taigh Ghil ann an Washington, D.C. Thuirt e âA bheil Ceann-Suidhe Bush ann? Tha mi ag iarraidh bruidhinn ris.â
Fhreagair an saighdear a bhâaig aâ gheata, âChan eil e an-seo. Chan eil e ann tuilleadh.â
âCeart, ma thaâ, thuirt an seann duine, agus dhâfhalbh e.
An ath latha, chaidh an aon bhodach chun gheata aig an Taigh Geal, agus dhâfhaighneachd e, âAm faod mi bruidhinn ri Ceann-Suidhe Bush?â
Mar a thachair, bha an aon t-saighdear air a dhleastanas, agus fhreagair e, âMar a thuirt mi riuibh an-dĂ¨, chan eil Maighstir Bush ann. DhâfhĂ g e oifis aâ Chinn-Suidhe.â
âOK, ma thaâ, thuirt am bodach, agus thug e a chasan leis.
Chaidh an ath latha, agus nach ann an nochd an aon duine aig a gheata, agus thuirt e, âTha mi ag iarraidh comhradh le Ceann-Suidhe Bushâ.
Uill, bha an saighdear aâ fas beagan feargach a-nis. Fhreagair e, âThuirt mi riuibh ron-a-seo nach eil Maighstir Bush ann. Cha bhi e ann. Chan esan an Ceann-Suidhe tuilleadh, âs cha bhith esan aâ suidhe anns an oifis sin gu brath tuilleadh. Nach eil sin soillear dhuibh?â
âO, tha sin gu math soilleir dhomhsa,â thuirt an seann duine, âach tha e cho math a bhith ga chluinntinnâ.
Mar sin, sheas an saighdear direach, rinn e nochdach-urraim, agus thuirt e âChi mi a-maireach sibh.
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Posted 9 years, 1 month ago at 10:40 pm. 1 comment
The most beautiful hike (of five) that Alice and I took on our recent Pacific Northwest vacation was the Johnston Canyon Trail in Banff National Park, in Alberta, Canada. After returning home, I noticed that this hike is listed in one of our tour guides as one of the six best hikes in British Columbia and the Canadian Rockies!
This was such a dynamic and photogenic place that I decided to make a short video so I could show it to y’all. And here it is. Hope you enjoy it!
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Posted 9 years, 1 month ago at 10:09 pm. Add a comment
Is mise Rudy Ramsey. Tha mi a’ fuireach ann am Parker, Colorado, anns na Staitean Aonaichte. Thoisich mi air GĂ idhlig ionnsachadh o chionn mu dheich bliadhna. Tha coimhearsnachd bheag de luchd-ionnsachaidh na GĂ idhlig ann an-seo, agus innsidh mi dhuibh mu a deidhinn uaireagan.
Thug mise ‘s mo bhean turus a dh’Alba dhuinn fhĂŹn ann an 1992, mar thiodhlac airson ar coig-air-fhicheadaimh ceann-latha posaidh. ‘S toil leum a radh gun do thachair mi ri ceĂ˛l ceilteach agus uisge-beatha air an turus sin, agus tha fiamh-ghĂ ire air a bhith orm fad na tĂŹde bho’n uair sin, ach chan eil sinn cinnteach de am fear dhiubh as adhbhar dha sin.
Bha mi a’ seinn anns an fhras fad beagan bliadhnaichean, nuair a chur mi romham gun robh an t-Ă m air tighinn a bhith ga h-ionnsachadh gu fĂŹor. Thoisich mi air leasanan ann an GĂ idhlig a’ ghabhail, agus thoisich mi air seinn gu poblach. Cha robh e fada gus an robh mi a’ seinn (gu dona, tha mi cinnteach) ann am farpaisean, cuideachd.
Tha mi air a bhith gu math fortanach leis na tidsearan GĂ idhlig agam (innsidh mi dhuibh mun deidhinn uaireigin), agus tha mi “fileanta” a-nis, ged a tha mĂ˛ran, mĂ˛ran agam ri ionnsachadh fhathast. Agus bidh mi a’ seinn ann am MĂ˛d na h-Alba am-bliadhna, airson an darna turus. Bhuannaich mi MĂ˛d Ameireagaidh ann an 2005, agus fhuair mi an darna Ă ite ann an dĂ fharpais aig MĂ˛d na h-Alba an-uiridh. Feuchaidh mi nas cruaidhe am-bliadhna.
Tha mi an sas ann An Comunn Gaidhealach, America. Bidh mi a’ dol chun an deireadh-seachdainn bogaidh aca mar as Ă bhaist, agus chun a’ MhĂ˛id, agus tha mi nam bhall Ăšr air bĂ˛rd nan stiĂširichean. Ged a thoisich mi air GĂ idhlig ionnsachadh airson a bhith a’ seinn orain ceilteach, tha i fhĂ¨in cudromach dhomh a-nis.
Tha mĂ˛ran chuspairean eile anns a bheil uidh agam cuideachd, agus chan eil mi airson blog a dheanamh air direach aon dhiubh. Air an adhbhar sin, cuiridh mi “posts” an-seo anns a’ Bheurla cuideachd, ach tha e comasach dhuibh a bhith a’ faicinn nan teachdaireachdan GĂ idhlig a-mhain leis a’ cheangal seo:
no ‘s urrain dhuibh an ceangal seo a chleachdadh airson “RSS Feed” GĂ idhlig:
Tha fĂ ilte romhaibh beachdan fhĂ gail an-seo. ‘S docha gum faic mi a dh’aithghearr sibh.
Ruairidh (no Rudy)
Posted 9 years, 1 month ago at 9:29 pm. 10 comments