tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83552288512645344132024-03-06T22:33:51.525-05:00Tipton Tales and TrailsA genealogical and personal history of the Tipton Family in America through the perspective of Ronald Walter Tipton, a descendant of Major Jonathan Tipton and grandson of Fieldon Jacob TiptonRonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-37225280779082969672014-02-06T09:19:00.001-05:002017-12-14T11:12:58.793-05:00Are We Related?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ike Tipton Family - 1948<br />My father Isaac Walter Tipton, my Mother Betty Hadfield Tipton<br />(bottom row left to right) my brothers<br />John Tipton, me (center) and my brother Isaac, Jr. (right)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hello folks. It's been a while since I posted on this blog. I plan to post more often but before I do I need to clarify a few things for the readers of this blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I began researching my family tree twenty years ago. Since that time I've accumulated quite a bit of information. Most of the information I have acquired has been the result of my own hard work. Frequent visits to the "homeland" (the mountains of western North Carolina where my father was born), and thousands of hours researching through documents at the National Archives in Philadelphia and now on my Ancestry.com account for which I subscribe to for $300.00 a year. I mention the cost because I have also expended thousands of dollars in my research efforts.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me (left) with my brothers Isaac (center) and John (right) 1979</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The reason I mention all of this is that since I began this blog I often get requests that begin with <i>"Are We Related?" </i>Well, the short answer is <i>"Yes, all the Tiptons are related." </i>We Tiptons are fortunate in that the first Tipton to hit these shores was Jonathan Tipton who arrived from Jamaica in the late 1600's and arrived in Baltimore, Maryland. That is where our American history of the Tipton family begins. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The next question is </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">"Can you tell me how we're related?" </i><span style="font-size: x-large;">And my answer has always been that is you can supply me with the name and date and place of birth of your great grandfather, I can almost always tie you into the Tipton family tree I have created over the past twenty years. However, I cannot tie you into my Tipton family tree if you do not know your immediate ancestry. Sorry, but I'm not a magician. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My brothers (from left me, Isaac, Jr. and John) with our mother - 2005</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Just recently I had a guest at the hotel where I work, a James Tipton. I told him my name was also Tipton and that we were related. He said <i>"No, I don't think we're related."</i> I asked him if he knew the name of his great grandfather and grandfather. He did. After about two hours of research on Ancestry.com and my family tree I discovered we were fifth cousins. And I had documented this proof with census records, death certificates, marriage records and compared with other Tipton family trees on Ancestry.com. Needless to say he was very surprised. Pleased? I couldn't tell but he was surprised.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Since I began this blog I have received many requests from Tipton descendants inquiring if I have information about their lineage. For those who have supplied the sufficient information I have taken the time and researched my records and have almost always found the connection. My success rate is about 95%. For a very few I could find nothing and those are the ones who I suspect were probably adopted or had assumed the Tipton name but were not genetically Tiptons. For those I suggested to submit their information to the <a href="http://www.familytreedna.com/public/Tipton/">Tipton DNA project</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">For those I was successful in finding their Tipton lineage I have noticed a disturbing and disappointing pattern. Before I began researching their family history connection, I always make a small request. I request an old photograph or two of their ancestors so I can add it to my family tree. I have also requested whatever lineage information they have. I don't necessarily need information on their relatives who are alive now, I know some people value their privacy but I do request whatever information they have on their deceased Tipton relatives so I can continue to build our mutual Tipton family tree. Almost without exception I have found once I provide the requestors with the information they have requested, they never keep their part of the bargain. I don't think this is fair. To ask me to research for them and yet they can't put forth a minimal effort to at least provide me with additional Tipton information in the form of names and dates and photos? It isn't fair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">And that gets me to the purpose of this blog posting. I'll be glad to help anyone reading this blog research their Tipton roots but only if you provide me first with information from your family tree and at least a few old photos. If you are unwilling or just don't want to comply with my request then please don't ask me to help you. I don't like to be this harsh but at my age (72) and health (I have prostate cancer), I just don't have that much time left to expend my time doing one sided favors. I hope you all understand.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me at a recent Tipton family reunion with my cousins Bob and Paul Tipton - the way Tiptons should act, accepting of one another regardless of their sexual orientation - we're all in this together folks. I'm not the enemy.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">And one more thing, I know many of the readers of this Tipton blog are from the south and of the mindset that being gay is <i>"against God's laws." </i> Well, here you go folks. I'm gay so get over it. I make no apologies for being who I am. I understand you go to your church and have your beliefs. I don't tell you how to conduct your life so don't tell me how to conduct my life. My life is none of your business nor is who I love and choose to spend my life with. Don't judge me. Pay attention to your own life. And please don't give me the old <i>"I'll pray for you."</i> I don't need nor want your condescending attitude. Pay attention to your own life and how you treat other human beings. <i> "Judge not lest ye be judged." </i> Practice what you preach.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Last year during my research in Pigeon Roost, North Carolina (the Pisgah mountains of western North Carolina where my father was born), I was threatened by a distant cousin who "heard a rumor" that I was gay and confronted me with the <i>"Do you practice the gay lifestyle?"</i> I responded <i>"If you're asking me if I'm gay, I am." </i> Then he responded "<i>Well you get this and get this good, if you ever step foot on my parent's property</i> (I was scheduled to visit with his parents, his mother's grandmother was my grandfather's sister) <i>you'll have me do deal with! You got that bud?" </i>At the time I received this threat I was with my cousin Bob Tipton and his wife who I was going to introduce to our mutual cousin. Well, I know a threat when I hear one (as I have many times in my life since I came out openly as a gay man in 1963) so I decided not to challenge my homophobic cousin. As a result of that hateful threat I have decided never again to visit the "homeland." Again, I am just too old for this and I don't have that much time left. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me in the beautiful but hate filled mountains of western North Carolina where my father was born - 2013<br />I will probably never return</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I am going to spend my remaining years in productive activity for people who appreciate what I do for them. I am also going to spend my remaining years with people who value me as a human being and who don't use the Bible as a cudgel to hate me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">That's where I am today folks. I hope you all understand I am here to help anyone who is willing to put forth an effort to also help me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-64826033205466882122013-09-18T11:37:00.001-04:002013-09-18T11:37:45.857-04:00Tipton Family Reunion 2013<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/guHC0r61wOk" width="853"></iframe>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hey folks! The biannual Tipton Family Reunion will be held at the East Brandywine Community Park in Guthriesville, Pennsylvania Sunday October 6th, from 12:00 pm to 5 pm. Richard R.D. Tipton ("R.D. Catering) will be catering our event at $10 per adult (no charge for children). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Mark, our photographer will be there again taking family group photos as well as candid photos which I will make available on Facebook to on and all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">And, as usual I guarantee perfect weather for the reunion. So far (cross my fingers and toes) that's come true!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">See you there!</span>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-33058378297041658762013-08-06T12:35:00.002-04:002013-08-06T12:49:44.984-04:00Tipton Same Sex Marriage<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our wedding announcement in the local newspaper - the first same sex wedding announcement in this newspaper - bravo to the Cape Gazette for having the courage to print it</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">On July 3rd, 2013 I got married. This is my first marriage. I also believe this is the first same sex marriage of a Tipton. If not, then someone please correct me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I married my longtime partner, William Daniel Kelly. July 3rd was a significant date for us. We met on a July 3rd in 1964 at the Westbury Bar in Philadelphia, PA. Yes, we've been together 49 years. It was about time we got married. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I was privileged to ask to testify before both the Delaware state house and senate as to why I believe that Bill and I should be accorded the same dignity, rights and benefits that other Americans have received since the founding of this country.</span><br />
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I'm happy to say that the marriage equality bill passed in both houses! I'm also proud to say that this Tipton had a part in making history, nothing new for Tiptons.</div>
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I came out as a gay man in 1963, a way before it was fashionable or even safe for a gay man to come out. I decided to come out after I got out of the Army. Even though I knew I would lose many of my friends and relatives by living openly as a gay man, I decided that I could not live a lie. And as expected I did lose many friends and relatives who became permanently estranged. Even writing this blog about the Tipton family, some of the folks of my largely conservative southern base are put off by me living openly as a gay man. <br />
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Just this past spring while I was planning on visiting a distant cousin in Pigeon Roost, North Carolina <i>"I have a question to ask you. Do you practice the gay lifestyle?" </i>At the time I was at a local restaurant with my first cousin Bob Tipton and his wife Marie. I had made the phone call just to confirm that I would be stopping by his parent's home the next morning. Of course I was somewhat taken aback by his question. After a slight hesitation I answered <i>"If you're asking if I'm gay, I am."</i> He then said <i>"Now you listen to me, if you step foot on my mom and dad's property you'll have to deal with me! You got that bud?" </i>Well, I know a threat when I hear one. This wasn't the first time I've been threatened just because of who I am (and probably won't be the last time either). Of course I was hurt. I had probably lulled myself into thinking that even in those mountains and hollers a little bit of acceptance of the diversity of our modern American culture was true. <br />
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Hearing the venom and hate in that question and the threat brought me back to the homophobia that still exists in many parts of this country. Of course he has a right to who "steps foot on his property" but still I was surprised. My cousin Bob refused to be intimidated and the next day we still took a ride up Pigeon Roost Road. We didn't stop in at our cousin's home though. And I probably will never be back in that area of the country in my lifetime. I've dealt with this kind of hate and ignorance for most of my 71 years, I'm making every attempt to make my remaining years on this earth as peaceful as possible. However, I will never deny who I am just to make someone else feel comfortable. <br />
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I had the chance to personally thank Delaware governor Markell for his bold and courageous support of marriage equality in Delaware.</div>
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Tiptons throughout American history have stepped up to the line and fought for freedom and equality. Just count me as one more Tipton who is doing the right thing.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Shortly after the above photo was taken Bill and I left for our annual trip south. We had a wonderful time except for the visit to Pigeon Roost, North Carolina where I receive the "No Welcome" from my cousin. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">After we returned from our trip both houses of the Delaware state government had passed the Marriage Equality bills. </span><br />
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Same sex marriages would be legal on July 1st. Below is a photo taken of my (by Bill) of me filling out the marriage application form at the Sussex County Courthouse in Georgetown. By the way, have you ever seen so many happy people in one place. This wasn't Pigeon Roost, North Carolina.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Good morning folks. Here I go again with my vow to make more frequent and regular postings to this Tipton family history blog. I have another personal blog which I update almost daily. Plus, since I've retired I've been busier than ever. I'm sure you've heard retirees make this statement after they retired: </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;"> "I don't know how I had time to do everything when I worked because now that I'm retired I'm busier than ever!" </i><span style="font-size: x-large;">That's me folks, so much to do and so little time. Especially now that when I woke up this morning I realized I was an old man at 71 years of age and time seems to be flying by. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I do have a lot of Tipton information to write about. However, let me start with Dan Tipton, one of the few Tiptons that I cannot tie into my family tree. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dan Tipton was a very interesting man as all Tiptons are. We all have our story. Dan's story caught my eye because for a time he was in the famous American </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">western lawman <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wyatt_Earp">Wyatt Earp's</a></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wyatt Earp</span></td></tr>
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</a>posse. Here is Dan Tipton story that I took from Wikipedia:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Dan Tipton (1844-February 25, 1896) was a sailor minor, gambler, and member of a federal posse led by American Old West lawman Wyatt Earp. He participated in Earp's</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wyatt Earp</span></td></tr>
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earp_Vendetta_Ride">vendetta</a> during which four outlaw <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cowboys_(Cochise_County)">Cowboys</a></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ike Clanton - member of the outlaw gang the Cowboys</span></td></tr>
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were killed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Life in Arizona</u>:</b></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtDicjcsQdKgJbzT31HLtGvAfg8frG31VOaMkH3EW9fZjYEU2qih0C7VSynHI6y3mJ0vE1CIj5xcLWTiTtcjRun1tj-HfZ1tVtSR7Zece8eh4eGaRFCRjQeMyN8QyIniPwx0nqM22Ig/s1600/Morgan+Seth+Earp.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtDicjcsQdKgJbzT31HLtGvAfg8frG31VOaMkH3EW9fZjYEU2qih0C7VSynHI6y3mJ0vE1CIj5xcLWTiTtcjRun1tj-HfZ1tVtSR7Zece8eh4eGaRFCRjQeMyN8QyIniPwx0nqM22Ig/s320/Morgan+Seth+Earp.png" width="146" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Tipton served aboard the USS Malvern during the American Civil War and drifted west afterward. He showed up in Tombstone in March 1881. When <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morgan_Earp">Morgan Earp </a>was assassinated on March 19. 1881, Tipton was present in the billiard parlor where Morgan was killed. Tipton joined Earp's posses after it returned from Prescott. While escorting Virgil Earp and his wife Allie to the train bound for California, Wyatt killed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Stilwell">Frank Stilwell</a></span><br />
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who had been named as a suspect in Morgan's murder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Tipton rode with Wyatt, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warren_Earp">Warren Earp</a>,</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Warren Baxter Earp</span></td></tr>
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doc_Holliday">Doc Holliday</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_Jack_Vermillion">Texas Jack Vermillion</a>,</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Doc Holliday</span></td></tr>
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Johnson_(posseman)">Turkey Creek Jack Johnson</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherman_McMaster">Sherman McMaster</a> as they searched for the other Cowboys thought responsible for attacking the Earps. He was with the Earp posse when it rode out to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pete_Spence">Pete Spence's</a></span><br />
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wood camp where they found Florentino Cruz, a.k.a. Indian Charlie, who had been implicated in trying to kill the Earps. He returned to Tombstone to obtain more funds for the Earps and was arrested on trumped up charges by Cochise County Sheriff and Earp enemy <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Behan">Johnny Behan</a>.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Johnny Behan</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"> While in jail he missed the shootout at Iron Springs on March 24 during which Wyatt Earp killed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Brocius">Curly Bill Brocius</a></span><br />
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</a> because he was bringing money to the Earp posse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">After Tipton was released on March 25, he brought $1,000 donated by E.B. Gage, who was part owner of the Tombstone-based Grand Central Mining Company</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tombstone, Arizona</span><br />
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and superintendent of the Grand Central Mine. He was also a prominent Republican and a member of the Citizens Safety Committee. He took the money to the Earp part at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Hooker">Henry Hooker's</a> Sierra Bonita Ranch north of Wilcox. The posse members looked for more members of the outlaw Cowboys for a few more days before leaving Arizona on April 15 to avoid arrest warrants. Tipton remained with the group through New Mexico and into Colorado, where most of the posse stayed to avoid arrest warrants from Cochise County.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Boot Hill, Tombstone, Arizona</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><u><b>Later life:</b></u></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">In 1897, Tipton ran afoul of the law. Customs agents arrested him for smuggling forged Chinese immigrant labor certificates. He was convicted in October and sentenced to 20 months in the Ohio Federal Penitentiary.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ohio Penitentiary where Dan Tipton died</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I have a current Tipton connection to Arizona. My first cousin Shirley Tipton Patterson lives in Arizona. Shirley's dad Rich Tipton was the brother of my dad Isaac Tipton. The last time I saw Shirley was when the photo below was taken in 1951 during a Tipton Gathering at Uncle Ed and Aunt Mabel Tiptons' house in the country for a Sunday dinner.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cousin Shirley is the tall girl standing behind her sister Sandy Tipton. They are both standing in front of the baby (whose name I don't know) with her thumb in her mouth. I am standing in the front row, fourth from the right with my two younger brothers John and Isaac. I have my arms folded. This photo was taken in 1951 when both Shirley and I were ten years old. I haven't seen her since.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Shirley now lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband Bob Patterson. They are pictured below.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">These days I play a faux cowboy once a year at an old time photo shop at Rehoboth Beach. Here was my photo as a gunslinger from last year:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ron Tipton - Faux Cowboy 2012</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-78869598670635262372013-03-11T10:33:00.002-04:002013-03-11T10:34:54.467-04:00Donald Shane Tipton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A. L. and Donald Shane Tipton</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">It's been a while since I last posted folks. For that I apologize. I would like to post more often but life keeps interfering. I'll try to make a good faith effort to be more current in my future postings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">One positive aspect that I receive from this blog about my Tipton ancestry is that I occasionally receive requests from another Tipton inquiring about their ancestry. I am very sympathetic to these requests. Until 1994 I knew nothing about my Tipton ancestry. As I have mentioned before in this blog, my father didn't even know the name of his grandfather. Nor did he care. This was so frustrating to me because I had always wondered about my ancestry. I knew it was there, because I came from somewhere. My father came from somewhere. He didn't just emerge from those mountains of western North Carolina and emigrate to south eastern Pennsylvania with eight of his brothers and mother and father to work on his uncle Don Byrd's farm picking vegetables and fruits. He had a father, who had a father, who had a father. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Charles Siever Tipton 1822-1907 <br />4xgrandfather to Shane Tipton</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Charles Pinkerton Tipton 1856-1928<br />3x grandfather to Shane Tipton</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">It wasn't until I found out from my Uncle Ed Tipton his grandfather's name (my great grandfather) was "Hiram Tipton." That information broke open the logjam that was my paternal Tipton family history. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Thus I understand when another Tipton reads my blog and sends me an e-mail inquiring about is family history, of which he knows nothing. My previous blog post told of Randall Tipton's inquiry and my success in finding his family history. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Since then I have received several requests for family histories. I always state that if the person requesting my help can provide me with the name of their grandfather and great grandfather (and dates of birth and death if possible), I can almost always find the link. Such was the case with the latest person who requested my help. His name is Donald Shane Tipton (pictured at the top of this posting with his father Donald A.L. Tipton). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Don, or as he is known "Shane", did know his grandfather's name. After about six hours of intense research in my account on Ancestry.com I was about to find that Shane and I are both descended from Major Jonathan Tipton. That makes us fifth cousins (once removed). It is interesting but most Tipton relative I research are fifth cousins. We all seem to be descended from the prolific Major Jonathan (1750-1833). Thank you great-great-great-great grandfather Jonathan Tipton.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Below is Shane's family tree and his relationship to me:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-16667035931437917002012-07-07T16:57:00.002-04:002012-07-07T16:59:51.850-04:00Randall Louis Tipton<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Randall Louis Tipton</span></b></td></tr>
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Occasionally I receive a comment through this blog for help in researching someone's connection to the Tipton family tree. If given enough information I can almost always make the connection. Such was the case with a recent comment I received from a Randy Tipton. <br />
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As is usually the case, the first go round not enough information is supplied by the person requesting the information so I respond by asking for the names of at least a grandfather and great grandfather and date and place of birth. <br />
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After several exchanges of e-mails Randy was able to supply me with the name and date of birth of his father, grandfather and great grandfather. With the information I started to dig in my family tree as well as public information on my Ancestry.com account. After several hours of research I was able to establish Randy's connection to the Tipton family tree. (Double click chart to make bigger).<br />
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Randy is my sixth cousin, twice removed. What that means is that our five times great grandfather's were brothers. In Randy's case, his 5X grandfather Edward Tipton (1728-1795) was the brother of my 5X grandfather Jonathan ("Major) Tipton (1750-1833). <br />
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Twice removed means that we are two generations removed. In other words I am of the same generation as Randy's grandfather Alvin Clayton Tipton (1914-1972). Of course this makes me feel VERY OLD. <br />
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I was so glad that I was able to find the information to fit Randy's line into the Tipton Family Tree. I'm always willing to help anyone who reads this blog and is interested in finding out more about their connection to the Tipton family tree. If you provide me with that basic information that I stated earlier in this blog, I can almost always make the connection.<br />
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Here is a little bit more information about Randy. Randy is a twenty year veteran of the Army. He served in the Special Forces. Ironically, Randy lost one of his legs not in the Army but in a motorcycle accident. Below is a video of the new, revolutionary prosthetic device that Randy uses now.<br />
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Thank you very much Randy for giving me permission to share your story on my "Tipton Tales and Trails" blog. This is what I love about this blog, exploring and discovering the great and wonderful history of the Tipton family in the United State of America. Especially wonderful men like Randall Louis Tipton.<br />
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Thank you so much for your service to our country Randy!<br />
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</tbody></table>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-60592560406193184672012-07-01T11:23:00.000-04:002012-07-01T11:23:09.227-04:00Rules of Engagement<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ronald Walter Tipton, June 29, 2012 - Delaware Beach</span></b></td></tr>
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The past few weeks I've received two requests from Tipton descendants for help with researching their family tree. I'm always glad to help a fellow Tipton descendent. I was able to help both of these individuals because they provided me with sufficient information that I was able to research and make the link to our common Tipton family tree. I always feel a wonderful sense of satisfaction what I can help someone find their roots plus add to my family tree records.<br />
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On the heels of these recent successes I feel I should restate the "rules of engagement" when requesting my help. The reason I do this is because quite often in the past I've been asked to help folks who don't provide me with any information much more than the first name of their father. No dates of birth or death, no names of grandfathers or great grandfathers. I cannot help those people with such little information. <br />
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I also often receive requests from folks (usually women) who want information so they can join the DAR (Daughters of the American Revolution). First of all, the information required to join the DAR is quite rigorous and I am but an amateur genealogist, even though I have been working at this game for almost twenty years now. Secondly, I have no interest in helping anyone join the DAR. Not that there is anything wrong with the DAR, it's just that my time is limited. I am seventy years old, have a part-time job, not in good health and very busy with other activities in addition to researching my family tree. My primary goal is filling out as many branches of my family tree that I can before I go to the Great Beyond and meet my Tipton ancestors in person. So for all you DAR folks, you'll have to look elsewhere for your proof to join the DAR. <br />
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Now that I've stated my "rules of engagement", I hope to hear from my distant Tipton relatives. As I said before, I am glad to help you find your connection to the first Tipton, Jonathan who came to this country in the late 1600's from Port Royale, Jamaica. But in exchange I would like information from you too as to dates of birth and death and old photos. I love old photos! <br />
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I am looking forward to hearing from you!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me at the Pleasant Grove Cemetery with the beautiful North Carolina Mountains behind me. May 14, 2012</span></b></td></tr>
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Last month Bill and I took our annual visit to the South. Bill is originally from Toccoa, Georgia. He is 83 years old now and enjoys visiting the haunts of his youth. I also take the opportunity to visit the birthplace of my father, Isaac Walter Tipton. He was born in one of the hollers of the western North Carolina Mountains of the Pisgah Forest. He always said he was born in Pigeon Roost but I have since found out that probably wasn't the exact place of his birth. One thing is for sure, he was born in one of those hollers that go up the mountains but not through. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Glenn Renfro with his wife Wanda Byrd who I found is my second cousin at their house on Upper Pigeon Roost Road, Green Mountain, NC - Glen and Wanda live in the old Ike Lewis house. Ike Lewis was my great-grandfather.</span></b></td></tr>
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This is the third year Bill and I made our swing south to visit his hometown of Toccoa, Georgia. I also visit my brother John Tipton who lives in Greenville, South Carolina with his wife Barbara. John is the care paster of the Calvary Baptist Church in Grenville. He is only two and a half hours away from where our father was born. John and his wife often take the trip up through Asheville to the Pigeon Roost area when he wants to get away from it all. That area of the North Carolina Mountains that border Erwin and Johnson City, Tennessee has a ethereal beauty that is unmatched anywhere in this country. To tell you the truth I would have retired in those mountains instead of Sussex County, Delaware if I wasn't gay. Being gay I wouldn't be too welcomed in those insular communities of the mountains. I can visit though.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Tipton Hill School in Tipton Hill, NC which I understand will be closed</span></b></td></tr>
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This time around I wanted to visit as many family cemeteries in those hills that I could find to take pictures of the graves and post them to my Find a Grave.com account. You can see a link to that account on this website. Feel free to use it to look up a loved one of anyone else you're interested in seeing their final resting place.<br />
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The first three days we went cemetery hunting it rained. That didn't stop <strike>us</strike> me though. I was determined to visit as many cemeteries as I could find. And I was very successful. I contacted Glen Renfro, who was my original contact when I first began researching my Tipton family history way back in 1994. Oh my, how time flies. Glen was still there and still very friendly and helpful. Coincidentally his wife is my second cousin. Her grandmother Pansy Tipton was the older sister of my grandfather Fieldon Tipton. This is indeed a small world, especially in those mountains. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We always heard about Pigeon Roost but we didn't believe it existed. Here is proof.</span></b></td></tr>
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This isn't going to be a long post but I do want to get in the habit of making regular postings to this blog. As I said earlier time does fly and before I know it I won't be around any longer. Hopefully all the information I've gathered about my family tree won't be lost when I go.Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-78743705165047064022012-03-21T10:21:00.001-04:002012-03-21T10:21:59.466-04:00TFAA Spring 2012 NewsletterHello folks. I just received an e-mail copy of the Tipton Family Association of America Spring 2012 newsletter. I will post it to this blog now.<br />
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I apologize for being remiss in keeping this blog up to date. I will resolve to try and keep it more up to date this year. Thank you for your patience!<br />
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John Parrish's newsletter follows: (click to embiggin - make bigger)<br />
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My great-great grandfather was John Tipton (1830-1863). John died while recruiting for the Union forces during the civil war in the mountains that border western North Carolina (where he lived with his family) and eastern Tennessee where he was stationed. <br />
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The following is an accounting of his death when he was ambushed by a Confederate Calvary led by Confederate Colonel Wichter. <br />
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Commander 34th Virginia Cavalry<br />
The man responsible for the death of my great-grandfather John Tipton in 1863</span></b></td></tr>
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I have taken this information out of the book "Toe River Valley Heritage - North Carolina, Vol. X" which was compiled by Professor Lloyd Richard Bailey of Duke University. Professor Bailey is a relative of John Tipton's wife, my great-great grandmother Martha "Patty" Bailey Tipton. Professor Bailey has given me permission to put this information on my blog. <br />
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If anyone seeks more information about this subject or wishes to contact Professor Bailey his address follows:<br />
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Lloyd Bailey<br />
4122 Deep Wood Circle<br />
Durham, NC 27707<br />
lloyd@duke.edu<br />
www-toevrivervalley.com<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">John Tipton, (ca. 1828/1830-11/18/1863) was the son of Joseph Tipton (whose wife may have been named Sarah) who lived in the vicinity of Bee Branch, near Relief in Yancey County, North Carolina.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He married Martha E. ("Patty") Bailey (9/22/1830-12/22/1915), daughter of John ("Yellow Jacket") Bailey. They were married on October 19, 1848, at the home of her brother, Ansel Bailey (who soon thereafter moved to Fannin County, Georgia). John and "Patty" lived in the vicinity of the village of Relief, North Carolina in the mountains bordering Tennessee.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">John joined the Union Army about September 15, 1863, by going across the mountains into Tennessee to the 8th Tennessee Regiment (Company M) that was then located near Greenville, Tennessee. Soon thereafter he was furloughed and sent back to his home area to see if he could recruit other volunteers to the Union Cause. Those who were willing to do so "hid out" (from the Confederate Home Guard?) until it was time to leave for the Regiment, some of them staying at John Tipton's house during the night before departure. His wife cooked "thin rations: for them and they set out on the morning of the 18th.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They apparently traveled through the Hollow Poplar Settlement, then through Indian Grave Gap, and descended into Tennessee into the "Greasy Cove" by means of Rock Creek. There, they were spotted by a Confederate Cavalry command but<a href="http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~wvwayne/34thvacav.htm"> Colonel Vincent Addison Witcher</a> (34th Virginia Cavalry-CSA) who apparently was on the lookout for Union recruits that might take this well known route. Colonel Witcher's command brought a bout the so-called <a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/2008/07/limestone-cove-tragedy.html">"Bell Massacre"</a> in the nearby Limestone Cove about three days later.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the following skirmish, John Tipton was shot twice in the left side and immediately died. Four others of the Union recruits were killed. Archibald Bennett was wounded in the head, recuperated at the home of John Tipton's widow (Martha "Patty" Bailey - my great-great grandmother), and later jinxed the Union Army (3rd NC Mounted Infantry). Curtis, Calvin and Dobson Bailey, along with their father Hiram, Sr., were also present at the skirmish. (Note: John Tipton's young son Hiram was my great grandfather.) Curtis (who had formerly served in the 39th KY Regiment, Union Army and deserted) was killed. Calvin, Dobson and Hiram escaped, and the sons later joined the Union Army ) Dobson in the 13th Tenn.; Calvin, formerly in the 39th KY and deserted, joined the 13th Tenn. Regiment, Co. B.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was told (by elderly Charles Hughes, now deceased) that Jason and Jim Hughes (brothers of Confederate soldier Jeremain Hughes) were shot and left for dead by Witcher's Cavalry. Relatives came and carried them home. Jim, shot in the throat, survived. The cavalry commander had ordered that he be shot again but he response from one of this soldiers was<i> "Ain't no use wasting shot on a dead man." </i>The wound never healed, and Jim would remove the bandage eat morning to let the wound "drain." He is buried at the Hughes Cemetery "at the mouth of Big Creek." As for the fatally wounded Jason, he was buried at Huntdale Memorial Cemetery.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ONe other person, taken alive by Witcher's Cavalry, was made to ride with them to the gap between Rock Creek and Poplar (Indian Grave Gap). At that point, they decided to shoot him and ordered him to march ten paces ahead of them. At the count of nine, he dived into a laurel thicket, amidst a hail of bullets and escaped.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">John Tipton's body was taken to the home of Dr. Perry, some 13-14 miles from Tipton's home. HIs wife was notified and the next day, she (along with Mrs. Eliza Presley and her son) went with a wagon to retrieve his body. He and his brother-in-law Curtis Bailey were buried in a double-grave. <i>"about a half mile from his house." </i>[The cemetery, nmow known as the "Yellow Jacket" John Bailey cemetery, is located just above the bridge over Toe River at Relief, North Carolina, on the Yancey County (now Mitchell County) side. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When widow Martha Bailey Tipton applied for a pension (see previous blog posting on this subject), she was initially denied on the grounds that John's name was not on the Company Muster Role. On appeal, it was pointed out that no muster-forms were available at the time and John was sent back to his home in the mountains of North Carolina to recruit before the forms arrived. AS the result of several sworn statements, including by his commanding officer, pension was finally approved in 1891 in the amount of $8.00 a month.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the end of the War, the family apparently moved to Jonesboro Tennessee at which place Martha lists her address. Pension appellations were filed there in 1865 and1867. She is listed in Yancey County, North Carolina, in the 1870 census.</span><br />
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<ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Baxter Stephen Tipton - born 7/26/1849</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sarah Ann Tipton - born 11/15/12850</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hiram Tipton - born 3/5/1852 - my great-great grandfather</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Loucinda Tipton - born 3/24/1853</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Elizabeth Tipton - born 11/5/1854</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Temperance Ann "Tempe" Tipton - born 12/25/1855)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Willian Nelson Tipton - born 7/27/1857</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Martha Tipton - born - 12/26/1858</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Curtis Tipton - born 7/29/1860</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tricia Tipton - born 5/6/1862</span></li>
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This is part one of a movie that I made of some of the photos that were taken at the annual Tipton Family Reunion held October 9th, 2011 at the East Brandywine Community Park near Downingtown, Pennsylvania.<br />
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The reunion is held each year in October. We are the descendants of Fieldon and Hester Tipton. All Tipton descendants and their family and friends are welcome!<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">A little narrative as to who is in this movie:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The movie open with me (in the green hat) and my "baby" brother Isaac, Jr. (in the orange pullover) arriving first at the pavilion to set up the tables and place the Tipton Reunion Banner.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First to arrive were our cousins Darlene Tipton Ford and Rita Tipton Buxbaum, daughters of my uncle Luther Raymond "Dude" Tipton. Darlene's son David Ford arrived with them.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">They all signed the guest book.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Next to arrive was my cousin Bob Tipton and his wife Marie and daughter Sharon who traveled all the way from Marietta, Georgia. Cousin Bob brought along his chihuahua dog Brutus. Cousin Bob is the son of my uncle Erby Erwin Tipton.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Next in the picture is 11 year old Hunter Tipton, on crutches. Hunter has a twin brother named Tanner Tipton. Hunter and Tanner are the sons of Paul and Linda Tipton. Paul is the grandson of my uncle Erby Tipton. Hunter injured his leg playing football.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Next to arrive is my cousin Tom Tipton, Jr along with his wife Kathleen. Tom is also the grandson of Erby Tipton. Tom is also on crutches. He severely injured his leg in a motorcycle accident. Thank goodness he is healing nicely although he does have an ugly Frankenstein scar on his leg.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Next to arrive is cousin Louis Tipton White with her daughter Debbie Fincke and her son Aaron Fincke. Louis is the daughter of my uncle Erby Tipton. Louise's husband Fred White also arrive. He is in the red shirt shaking my hand at the end of this movie. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">There, I hope I didn't confuse the reader too much. If you're of the Tipton family, you know the players. If not, oh well. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Part Two will show more Tiptons arriving. My father had ten brothers. They all had families. The largest contingent, that of uncle Ray's line didn't show up. Hopefully they will come next year. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I plan on having an annual Tipton Family reunion every year as long as I'm able to do it. My thanks to my friend and fellow blogger Mark H. for the fabulous photos. Thanks Mark!</div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-7665374577245557532011-03-25T19:15:00.000-04:002011-03-25T19:15:43.793-04:00Why I Have a Yankee Accent<!--StartFragment--> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>My grandmother, father and nine of my 10 Tipton uncles at my grandfather's funeral 1939</b></td></tr>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I first began researching my Tipton family roots in 1994.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was born in West Chester, Pennsylvania in 1941 to Isaac Walter Tipton and Betty Louise Hadfield.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My Mother’s family history was from Pennsylvania Quakers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All I knew about my father’s history was that he came up to Pennsylvania when he was ten years old, with eight of his brothers (no sisters) and without shoes to work on his Uncle Don Byrd’s farm near Unionville, Pennsylvania, country about 45 miles west of Philadelphia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did know that my father was a ‘hillbilly’ and that fact distressed me greatly when I was growing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Little did I know that my father and his brothers came from those hearty, brave and hardworking families of Appalachia that made up the backbone of America.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>My Uncle John Henry Tipton and his team of mules used to haul lumber<br />
for his father's (my grandfather) saw mill in the western mountains of<br />
North Carolina about 1924</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;">Back in 1994 was when I first began researching my family history.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made my first trip to the mountains of western North Carolina where my father grew up as a small boy and visited one of my father’s distant Tipton cousins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His name was Horace Tipton and he was about the same age as my father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During my visit ‘Uncle Horace’ stopped me and said:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><i>“Ye a damn Yankee ain’t ye? Ye talk funny!” </i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>'Uncle Horace's home in Micaville, North Carolina 1994<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;">At first I was stunned because he thought I talked funny?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;">I could hardly understand him, his Appalachian accent was that thick.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;">Then I saw the humor in the situation and continued my visit with ‘Uncle Horace.’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;">However during our visit (I was there with my brother John and his wife Barbara Tipton), ‘Uncle Horace’ did maintain a certain distance.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;">Don’t want to get TOO friendly with a (damn) Yankee you know.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>My brother John and I at his home in Greenville, South Carolina<br />
discussion our recent trip to the hills of North Carolina where<br />
our father was born and left at ten years old for Pennsylvania</b></td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Below is the reason I have a ‘Yankee’ accent.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">This is a history of how my branch of the Tipton family came to be in Pennsylvania. This information is an oral history from my late Aunt Peg Tipton, wife of my Uncle Henry Tipton.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">In the 1920’s, life was rough for the folks who lived in the hollers of the Pisgah Mountains in western North Carolina, near the border of Johnson City, Tennessee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of those families who were near starvation was my paternal grandparents, Fieldon and Hester Lewis Tipton and their nine sons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Me during a visit to the mountains where my father was born - 1994</b></td></tr>
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;">From 1909 to 1926 Fieldon and Hester had nine children, all boys. Fieldon was in the lumber business with other relatives in the close-knit mountain community. Leading up to the Great Depression, the sawmill business wasn’t producing enough food on the table to feed nine growing Tipton boys. Fieldon’s brother-in-law, Don Byrd (married to Hester Lewis’s sister, Essie Lewis) had a fruit and vegetable farm in southern Chester County, Pennsylvania. He needed cheap farm labor. Fieldon and Hester and their nine growing boys needed food, a roof over their heads to protect them from the elements and heat to give them comfort during the cold winters.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>My grandmother Hester Tipton with her two sons born in Pennsylvania, Bruce and Sam Tipton 1936</b></td></tr>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri;">Sometime in 1929 or 1930 (the exact date is uncertain) the Fieldon Tipton family made a life course change and decided to relocate to Pennsylvania and work on Don Byrd’s farm. The whole family moved into one of the tenant cabins called “The Baker Place” near present day Unionville, Pennsylvania. “Field” and his boys began the back-breaking work of picking fruits and vegetables in their Uncle Don’s farm. Two more sons were born to Fieldon and Hester Tipton in Pennsylvania. More farm labor.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>My Uncle Sam, Bruce and Fieldon Tipton at the old 'Baker Place' where they<br />
were farm laborers for their Uncle Don Byrd on his farm in exchange for free housing</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 21px;">The names of the Tipton boys were:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Raymond Luther Tipton (1909-1988)<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">John Henry Tipton<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1911-1993) </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Edward Walter Tipton<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1914-1998) </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Erby Erwin Tipton<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1917-1990) </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Isaac Walter Tipton Sr. (my father)<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1920-2000) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">John Hannum Tipton (twin)<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1922-1961) </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Richard Berry Tipton (twin)<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1922-1989) </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Luther Raymond Tipton<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1925-2006) </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Fieldon Jacob Tipton, Jr.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1926-2006) </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Bruce Tipton<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1931-1995) </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Samuel Park Tipton<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> (1934-2001) </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Baby Tipton (twin of Samuel, died at birth)(1934-1934)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As the Tipton boys grew into adult most of them met and married the local women of southeastern Pennsylvania, their new home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out of those unions thirty-six legitimate children and four illegitimate children were born. I am one of those thirty-six legitimate children over a hundred children were born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>My Mom (pregnant with me), my Uncle Dude and my grandmother Hester Tipton 1941</b></td></tr>
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</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">With the exception of Fieldon ‘s cousin Adgie Tipton, who also moved to southeastern Pennsylvania at the same time, all of the Tiptons who now live in an around the southeastern portion of Pennsylvania are descendents of my grandparents, Fieldon and Hester Tipton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And this is the reason I am a Tipton with a Yankee accent.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">March 26, 2011</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ronald Walter Tipton</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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TFAA Reunion at Tipton-Haynes Historic Site<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gujarati MT'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">I first met Charles in August of 1994 when I attended my first TFAA (Tipton Family Association of America) reunion in Johnson City, Tennessee in August of 1994. Prior to meeting Charles, I had been in contact with him by e-mail and phone during my research of our mutual family tree. </span></span><br />
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Johnson City, Tennessee<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gujarati MT'; font-size: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gujarati MT'; font-size: 18px;">Charles was the longtime editor of the TFAA newsletter. Charles also wrote the definitive book on Tipton genealogy called <span id="goog_640229707"></span><a href="http://openlibrary.org/books/OL393861M/Tipton_the_first_five_American_generations">"Tipton- The First Five Generations." <span id="goog_640229708"></span> </a></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gujarati MT'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">I remember clearly when Charles son Lee called me at my job at the hotel where I work as a front desk clerk. I had never spoken to Lee before. He found my e-mail address on his father's computer and wanted to notify me of his father's untimely death. Of course I was shocked. Charles was such a large part of my genealogy research. Many of us Tipton researchers went to Charles for the definitive answer to any genealogy questions we had about our Tipton family research. I so appreciate Lee getting in touch with me and informing me of his father's passing. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gujarati MT'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">I was concerned with what would happened to all of Charles' research now that he was gone. Lee didn't know what to do with it. He said he was interested in it but only to read it. Lee couldn't continue his father's research.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gujarati MT'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">After several subsequent conversations with Lee I made arrangements with the Tipton-Haynes Historical Site in Johnson City, Tennessee to accept all of the documentation on the Tipton family that Charles had accumulated over the years. Lee also agreed to send me the TFAA records, including the lineage sheets. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gujarati MT'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">Penny McLaughlin, director of Tipton-Haynes now has a project to copy all of Charles' research onto computers at the Tipton-Haynes Historic site. I will record the lineage sheets that Charles painstakingly accrued over his years in stewardship as editor of the TFAA Newsletter. I will enter this information into the Tipton family tree data base that I keep on Ancestry.com. </span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">TIPTON, CHARLES DAWES (CHARLIE), Born on March 10, 1925 in the Cross Timbers Region at Dublin, Texas, he died unexpectedly on January 29, 2008 in Garland, Texas. He leaves behind Louise, his wife of 39 years; daughters Bonnie, Beccye and Terry; sons Roger and Lee; granddaughters Stephanie, Vanessa, Jessica and Lauren; grandsons Ben, Shane, Tim, Zachary, and Tyler; great grandsons Steven, Charlie Wade and Will; great granddaughters, Kaila and Devin; daughters in-law, Jacci, Aimee and Kelley, and son in-law Bob. He was preceded in death by his parents, David Butler and Ora Lee of Dublin, Texas; brother, David Butler of Fort Worth, Texas and his son, Paul, of Garland, Texas. Charlie was recruited from Dublin High School to play football at Baylor in 1942. Soon convinced he was too small to play college football, he left Baylor in 1943 to serve his country in the U. S. Navy during WWII. After the war he studied at and graduated from UT Austin with an M. S. in Electrical Engineering and a job at the university. With a growing family he left the university in 1955 for a career in industry. Following intermediate service at Collins Radio and Temco Aircraft, he joined E-Systems and worked at Garland, Texas though retirement in 1988. He grew to be widely recognized and personally known and loved by so many at E-Systems; literally from the janitor to the CEO. Charlies professional career spanned the emergence and the death throes of what some early recognized as the Evil Empire. While at E-Systems he held many senior posts in science and technology developments of highly advanced reconnaissance, surveillance and intelligence systems. A brilliant man of impeccable integrity, Charlies contributions to the nations security were well appreciated and recognized both by his family at E-Systems, and by his special customers. Charlies keen intellect, boundless curiosity, steel trap memory, and laser wit will be sorely missed by the family he loved so deeply, and no less by the great host of souls he counted as Friend. He loved his family and friends unconditionally, and he was all about exploring and sharing with those he so loved, the very breadth and the depth and the full richness that life has to offer until his very last moment. He was one of Gods truly exceptional sons and simply a gem of a man. A memorial service is planned for 1:00 pm, Thursday, February 7, 2008 at Restlands Memorial Chapel, located at Greenville and Walnut. Restland 972-238-7111 restlandfuneralhome.com<br />
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</div><div><!--StartFragment--> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">"I found an interesting list within a bible I just found. All the names are Tipton, birth, death, and marriages. The document is in excellent condition. I'm tracing my family tree and have Tipton's as relatives. If your interested in this please let me know.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">There are no geographical locations, but I'm pretty sure that the names on the list are from Eastern Kentucky, probably Estill County or the surrounding area.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">I'm tracing my family tree and have come to a dead end on my grandmother's side. Her maiden name was Woosley, her father; William married a Tipton. Unfortunately this is where my trail stops. Any help would be greatly appreciated."</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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John Parrish, a descendant of Colonel John Tipton (1730-1813) has taken up the reins as president of the Tipton Family Association of America. <br />
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John has issued his first TFAA newsletter. I have reproduced it as below:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijm_CrrnoFaykqEBOIQ-Y0SbW99FiQRLKgRXjK2FEBvKj1-Ly15nU9AR9Giabj_StS3N1knsrDLcSs67ax4yKmVwj_3ckpdp8rrzJrOA_sxfjw_mJMlRgyGTWeO-Op45qGzqf3tIfYPw/s1600/Tipton+Family+Crest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijm_CrrnoFaykqEBOIQ-Y0SbW99FiQRLKgRXjK2FEBvKj1-Ly15nU9AR9Giabj_StS3N1knsrDLcSs67ax4yKmVwj_3ckpdp8rrzJrOA_sxfjw_mJMlRgyGTWeO-Op45qGzqf3tIfYPw/s320/Tipton+Family+Crest.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;">The Tipton Family Association of America</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;">314 Oak Place, Asheville, North Carolina, 28803-1930</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;">Winter 2010/2011 Newsletter</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"><div style="text-indent: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;">I am very proud and happy to be President of the Tipton Family Association of America. I want to thank Robert Tipton Nave for nominating me for the office and the association members for their confidence in electing me at our October meeting. I plan to devote time and energy to our family’s association providing the public with knowledge of the achievements of the Tiptons and helping descendants obtain the information they seek about our Tipton family.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;">I am a descendant of Colonel John Tipton (1730-1813) through his son, Captain Jacob Tipton (1765-1791) and his son, General Jacob Tipton (1790-1839). My mother was born and raised in Covington, Tipton County, West Tennessee.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;">I have had the pleasure of association with many of our members visiting about questions of genealogy and history of the Tipton family. I have met many of those family members through my website, <a href="http://www.coloneljohntipton.com/">www.coloneljohntipton.com</a>. I would invite each of you to visit the site, make a comment in the blog and contact me to further our personal acquaintance.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;">I thank Tom Manning for his service as President of the TFAA.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gR8zjoQ-yO5w6a2tyzUpDks4hJ3b0y47Ru0dFCLcgiXVF5oWrwZnImRpNKItvnE0zolwr5G4gkFhCp3UiurEJWEcO3BkPx-atMb3qdTJ1Z0scBCeLI52M5X-xNG2fcCEaLApQQrnBA/s1600/2+TFAA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gR8zjoQ-yO5w6a2tyzUpDks4hJ3b0y47Ru0dFCLcgiXVF5oWrwZnImRpNKItvnE0zolwr5G4gkFhCp3UiurEJWEcO3BkPx-atMb3qdTJ1Z0scBCeLI52M5X-xNG2fcCEaLApQQrnBA/s1600/2+TFAA.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ64zDUk4l6WiYss8MwQ_YTZr-1uSFc2NUbhIkMjRAtRjWkx9Q8nXXED2jnA1Z1JW2FyxhMBaglNLIQDZ9gw31y3-yAAQxyB7Zw2pW-OSCLrIpRXbqemlfl9TIkecyEUl8rPYLVjcsUg/s1600/+1+TFAA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ64zDUk4l6WiYss8MwQ_YTZr-1uSFc2NUbhIkMjRAtRjWkx9Q8nXXED2jnA1Z1JW2FyxhMBaglNLIQDZ9gw31y3-yAAQxyB7Zw2pW-OSCLrIpRXbqemlfl9TIkecyEUl8rPYLVjcsUg/s1600/+1+TFAA.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;">It was pleasing to see a dozen or more Tiptons and Tipton descendants gather to learn about the family and their connections to it at the recent meeting in Elizabethton. While the majority of those attending live within a hundred miles of Carter County, there were folks from as far away as Washington, DC; north central Kentucky and Chattanooga.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">Robert Tipton Nave began the day’s program with his presentation:</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Rambling with Robert Tipton Nave</i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">An expert genealogist, archivist, librarian and historian of the Tipton family and the history of early East Tennessee, Robert told stories and answered questions. He was informative and enjoyed by all.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">In addition to my comments regarding my research on the life of Colonel John Tipton and Bill Tipton’s narrative about his trip to West Tennessee to find out about the settlement of that area by our family.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">Bob Tipton, Co-Administrator of the Tipton DNA Project gave the group an update on the activities of this project. Anyone wanting more information can contact Bob at <a href="mailto:rrtipton@gmail.com">rrtipton@gmail.com</a>.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"> David W. Tipton, whose grandfather was Frank William Tipton born 13 Jul 1903 at Milligan College, Carter County, Tennessee, is looking for any information about his great-grandfather, Augustus T. (Gus) Tipton, who first married Margaret Evalen Bowman and second Polly Ann Barnett. If you can help David, call him at (423) 538-4619 or (423) 968-1669.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">Lastly, everyone present formed a group that shared information and fielded questions.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"> As President, I am proposing two things to enhance the Tipton Family Association of America in the coming year.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">First, have a meeting in one year with planning that can start now. By having meetings over the Columbus Day weekend, Tiptons and descendants who want to attend can plan ahead and have a long weekend to make the trip to the gathering. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">David W. Tipton of Piney Flats suggested the next meeting be at Rocky Mount. David is past president of the Rocky Mount Board of Directors and offered the location without fee for the next Tipton Family Association of America meeting. If all fits in place, that meeting would be on October 8<sup>th</sup>, 2011.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">Second, launch a website for the organization. Prior to the meeting, I met with a website designer and established the parameters for a dynamic site designed to meet the needs of Tiptons and descendants no matter where they live; most importantly, the site would host a blog serving as a queries conversation so people can ask questions and get help from Tiptons everywhere.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">The website would feature pictures of Tipton family and historic sites from throughout the United States and perhaps even from the village of Tipton, England. The website would have a magazine section for contributed stories, a gift shop, research information and could archive newsletters, etc. This website as envisioned would not be static; it would have interactive picture display and pop-ups to make it appealing to all who visited. All of these features do contribute to a higher cost than one might spend to do a static website. It would be professionally monitored on a regular basis.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">To launch the website, at a cost of about $ 900.00, the TFAA will need donations to cover that cost. Please send your donations to John Parrish, President, Tipton Family Association of America at 314 Oak Place, Asheville, North Carolina, 28803. I don’t think our association has a dynamic future in this internet world without a website and we all need a place to make our genealogical/historical inquiries and get answers. Several donations were made at the October meeting toward this website project.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Numerous research resources were available at the meeting and can be ordered now with the addition of postage and packaging cost. For more information, contact John Parrish at <a href="mailto:parrish968@aol.com">parrish968@aol.com</a> or the source indicated. </div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<ul><li>Dale Reed’s book <i>John Tipton, John Sevier, and The State of Franklin </i>$ 17.00</li>
<li>John Parrish's book <i>The Life of Colonel John Tipton</i> $ 9.00</li>
<li><i>Teter Nave, Pioneer of East Tennessee </i>by Robert Tipton Nave $ 30.00</li>
<li><i>History of the Iron Industry in Carter County, Tennessee </i>by Robert Tipton Nave $ 20.00</li>
<li>Copy of Spoden Map, Courtesy Suycamore Shoal State Park $ 1.00</li>
<li>Copy of Keesee Map $ 2.00 </li>
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Watauga Land Purchases </i>by Troy R. Keesee is available from the Sycamore Shoals State Park Bookstore.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">History of East Tennessee 1740-1800 </i>by George and Juanita Fox can be ordered from the authors at <a href="mailto:brm887@bellsouth.net">brm887@bellsouth.net</a>. Very informative.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">There is a new book on the State of Franklin, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the Lost State of Franklin </i>by Kevin T. Barksdale which is available through bookstores.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tiptons: The First Five Generations </i>by Charles D. Tipton can be purchased on CD from the Tipton-Haynes Historic Site Bookstore.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;">The embroidered Tipton family crest shown in the pictures above is available to all if you wish to have something embroidered. The set up fee has been paid so your cost would be the article you have embroidered and the charges from: </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;">Doe Valley Printing, 1282 Riverview Drive, Elizabethton, Tennessee 37643. You can place orders by mail or contact Anita Remme at <a href="mailto:doevalley@comcast.net">doevalley@comcast.net</a>. or call (423) 542-4616. John Parrish is the shirt model above. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;">Please share this newsletter with everyone you know that could be interested in our family’s history and association. If you are receiving this newsletter by snail mail, please let me know your email address so you can get the newsletter electronically. If you are receiving two emails, please let me know. My email address is parrish968@aol.com.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Below is a picture of my mother, Mary Frances Parrish, at her birthday party. Mother turned 101 on 27 Sept 2010. A wonderful example of those good Tipton genes! She is pictured with my sister, Laura, and her husband Ed Midgley.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
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</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Please remember to donate to the Tipton Family Association of America, <o:p></o:p></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tax Identification Number 61-1636584<o:p></o:p></b></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-5173852092768366352011-01-08T10:33:00.001-05:002011-01-08T13:14:08.827-05:00Lovada "Lovey" Ray Bailey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia;">A few days ago I received an e-mail from a Kay Pendergrass. She had discovered this blog and was inquiring if we were cousins. Her great-grandmother was Rutha Mae Tipton who married Ansel Bailey. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia;">My answer to her was "Yes", we are cousins. Her great-grandmother Rutha Mae Tipton was the sister of my great-great grandfather John Tipton. My great-great grandfather John Tipton was married to Ansel Bailey's sister, Martha "Patty" Bailey. As I have so often discovered, the families were sometimes very close up there in those Appalachian hills of western North Carolina in the 18th and 19th centuries.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia;">Pictured above is my great-great-great grandmother, Lovada "Lovey" Ray Bailey. "Lovey" was the mother of both Ansel Bailey and my great-great grandmother Martha "Patty" Bailey. Kay Pendergrass was kind enough to provide me with the long ago picture of my great-great-great grandmother. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia;">I don't have a picture of my great-grandmother, Martha "Patty" Bailey but I do hear that one is in existence. Someday I hope to get a copy of that picture. There is no known picture of my great-grandfather John Tipton.</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Betty Hadfield (1923-2010) and Isaac "Ike" Tipton, Sr. (1920-2000)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me at my great-grandparents grave at the Freewill Baptist Church in Limestone, Tennessee - 1994<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">This spring Bill and I are planning another trip down south to visit his hometown of Toccoa, Georgia. I hope to also visit Cades Cove Tennessee, where many Tipton ancestors are buried. I also hope to revisit Pigeon Roost, Tennessee, the area of the Pisgah Mountains near the border to Johnson City Tennessee where my farther was born. Last year I visited that area with my brother John (who lives in Greenville, South Carolina.) John and I are always reinvigorated when we visit our roots. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">I began researching my family roots back in 1994 (as the above picture attests) but since that time there have been long stretches where Life interfered and I haven't done as much research as I would have liked. Unfortunately, during that time so many relatives have died, thus taking with them their history of the family. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">Remember, we're all descended from the original Jonathan Tipton who landed on these shores by way of Baltimore County, Maryland around 1692 from Jamaica. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br />
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Sunday, May 16, 2010; the East Brandywine Park four miles outside of Downingtown, Pennsylvania was the occasion of the first Tipton Family reunion since 1997. I am very happy to say it was a great success!<br />
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The day started out with overcast skies but they cleared up by the time of the first arrivals at the reunion. They were Bob and Marie Tipton from Marietta, Georgia with their daughter Sharon.<br />
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It wasn't too long after cousin Bob and his family arrived that cousin Darlene Tipton Ford arrived with her husband David and her son David. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was a potluck reunion, everyone brought a something to eat. Cousin Dick Tipton and his wife Linda coordinated the food placements.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Different members of the many descendants of Fieldon and Hester Tipton began arriving shortly after the official starting time of 12 noon. Many brought their spouses and some brought their friends. All were invited. As the song says "We Are Family!".<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I welcome Tom Cruse (no, not THAT Tom Cruise), the husband of Terri Porter-Cruse</span></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Terri is the daughter of Cousin Lois Tipton Porter, who is the daughter of Ray and Katie Tipton.</span></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Guess who? Yep! The master of ceremonies......ME! Picture compliments of Ed and Melanie Jefferis</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A wonderful, relaxed Sunday afternoon. Somebody got a ride of someone's shoulders. They're talking to Beth White Fisher, daughter of Fred and Louise Tipton White and granddaughter of Erby and Gertude Tipton</span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">The reunion was such a success that we're having another reunion next year. The date of the reunion October 9th, 2011. It will be held at the East Brandywine Community Park, the site of the last two reunions. However, this time we will hold it at the Tower Pavilion which has a permanent bathroom with running water. No more Porta-Johnnies!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Again, as in the past I guarantee perfect, sunny weather and a lot of happy faces. Stay tuned to this blog and my Facebook postings for updates as we get closer to that date. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Have a wonderful summer everyone!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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This time next week the first Tipton family reunion since 1997 will begin.<br />
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This is the first Tipton family reunion since 1997. We're expecting a big turnout of 75 or more Tipton relatives and friends. All of the Tipton relatives are descendants of Fieldon and Hester Tipton, my grandparents. Without them most of us would not exist today. Most of the Tiptons in southeastern Pennsylvania and Delaware are descended from these two hard working folks who emigrated to the Unionville area of Pennsylvania in 1929 with their nine sons:<br />
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Raymond (10/20/1909 - 8/3/1988)<br />
Henry (2/15/1911 - 3/11/1993)<br />
Ed (9/10/1914 - 7/24/1998)<br />
Erby (11/20/1917 - 9/29/1990)<br />
Ike (4/18/1920 - 8/22/2000)<br />
Rich (8/29/1922 - 4/9/1989)<br />
John (8-29-1922 - 9-14-1961)<br />
Dude (Luther) (3-11-1925 - 9-17-1979)<br />
Tip (Fieldon, Jr.) (12-31-1926 - 8-23-2006)<br />
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Two more sons were born in Pennsylvania. <br />
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Bruce (10/15/1931 - 6/28/1995)<br />
Sam (3/31/1934 - 12/15/1963)<br />
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The following is a list of those who attended the Tipton family reunion held October 4, 1997 at the East Brandywine Community Park outside of Downingtown, PA.<br />
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Barbara Tipton Keehn (1/5/1944) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">daughter of Ed and Mabel Tipton</span><br />
Sam and Shelby Tipton (3/31/1934 & 12/8/1939) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">son of Fieldon and Hester Tipton</span><br />
Margaret Tipton (6/14/1915) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">widow of Henry Tipton, son of Fieldon and Hester Tipton</span><br />
John R. Thompson (7/2/1957) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">grandson of Margaret Tipton and son of Jane Tipton Coffman</span><br />
William Tipton (2/7/1935) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">son of Margaret and Henry Tipton</span><br />
Evelyn Tipton (11/28/1931) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">wife of William Tipton</span><br />
Richard and Linda Tipton (9/3/1945 & 1228/1946) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">son of Raymond and KatyTipton</span><br />
John Michael Tipton and Girls (5/2/1947) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">son of John Hannum Tipton and Peggy</span><br />
Donald L. Gouge (2/14/1940) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">nephew of Mabel Tipton</span><br />
Mark and Debbie Fincke (11/20/1960 & 12/18/1963) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">granddaughter of Erby Tipton</span><br />
Roy and Beth Fischer (3/9/1962 & 7/2/1962) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">granddaughter of Erby Tipton</span><br />
David, Karen, Heather, Kyle & Brooke Jones (11/28/1962) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Raymond Tipton's grandson and family</span><br />
Christine Keehn & Adam Brandt (1/29/1974 & 1/22/1974) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Ed Tipton's granddaughter and husband</span><br />
Walter and Lori Griffitts ((5/8/1962) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Raymond Tipton's grandson and wife</span><br />
Charles and Sally Tipton (12/24/1934 & 1/27/1935) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Raymond Tipton's grandson and wife</span><br />
Marie Cross (you'll never know) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">friend of Ed and Mabel Tipton</span><br />
Ed & Melanie Tipton Jefferis (9/10/1947 & 9/23/1955) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">daughter of Richard Tipton and husband</span><br />
Verna Byers (3/25/1945) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Richard Tipton's daughter</span><br />
Dianne Chandler (2/4/1960) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Doris Tipton's twin sister (Doris is Steve Tipton's wife)</span><br />
Linda Tipton (9/11/1950) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">daughter of Ed and Mabel Tipton</span><br />
Mabel Tipton (12/19/1921) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">wife of Ed Tipton</span><br />
Steven Tipton (2/4/1958) -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> son of Richard and Teresa Tipton</span><br />
Ed Snider (3/17/1954) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">brother-in-law Steve Tipton</span><br />
Pauline (Tipton) Jones and John Jones (7/2/1937) -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> daughter of Raymond Tipton and husband</span><br />
Linda Tipton - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">daughter-in-law of Raymond Tipton (wife of Richard "Dick" Tipton)</span><br />
Mr. & Mrs. BrianWithers (9/4/1963) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">granddaughter of Raymond Tipton and husband</span><br />
Tom and Kathleen Tipton (5/15/1960 & 11-13-1955) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">grandson of Erby Tipton and wife</span><br />
Norman Tipton and Flora Herr (3/2/1950) -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> son of Raymond Tipton and friend</span><br />
Tim and Susan Tipton (and family) (4/26/1962) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Raymond Tipton's grandson</span><br />
Joan Salluzzo (Sis Tipton) (4/1/1941) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">daughter of Ed and Mabel Tipton</span><br />
Fred and Louise (Tipton) White (11/13/1941) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">daughter of Erby Tipton and husband</span><br />
Edward Tipton, Jr. (Bud Tipton) (4/1/1941) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">son of Ed and Mabel Tipton</span><br />
Paul Tipton (10/14/1967) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Erby Tipton's grandson</span><br />
Gina Haynes - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">friend of Paul Tipton</span><br />
Ed Tipton ( 9/10/1914)- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">son of Fieldon and Hester Tipton</span><br />
Dave Reilly - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">friend of Ed Tipton, Sr.</span><br />
Nadine Jamerson (11/21/1971) -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> granddaughter of John Hannum Tipton</span><br />
Sam and Peggy Bruno (7/13/1928) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">widow of John Hannum Tipton and husband</span><br />
Marsha Jamerson ( 11/18/1948) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">daughter of John Hannum Tipton</span><br />
Susann Guy 6/25/1964) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">granddaughter of Raymond Tipton</span><br />
Samantha, Tonya and Shayne Guy - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">great granddaughters of Raymond Tipton</span><br />
Jeffery Tipton and family - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">son of John Hannum Tipton and Peggy</span><br />
Jessie Tipton - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">mother of Paul, Bryan and Tom Tipton and daughter-in-law of Erby Tipton</span><br />
Hester J. Tipton (8/21/1963) - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">daughter of Sam Tipton and Shelby</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Tipton Family Reunion</div><div style="text-align: center;">Johnson City, Tennessee</div><div style="text-align: center;">August 15, 1994</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstldmS1s4W118o-xzjAZicwi5GqMP93isivz19JYAZbUoRCd7-VsIQDNY2lxHEXAxLF6tQ7aPyttZIDrkMM4yyZrRUW1lksXUE6N8h1jBBAMe2_FLNU1cH1GXauwT7_ajRP7a-q__Zw/s1600/Tipton+Brothers+1961+reunion+text+soft.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstldmS1s4W118o-xzjAZicwi5GqMP93isivz19JYAZbUoRCd7-VsIQDNY2lxHEXAxLF6tQ7aPyttZIDrkMM4yyZrRUW1lksXUE6N8h1jBBAMe2_FLNU1cH1GXauwT7_ajRP7a-q__Zw/s400/Tipton+Brothers+1961+reunion+text+soft.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm looking forward to seeing all of you next week at the reunion!</div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-19628034758653406612010-04-25T17:12:00.001-04:002010-04-25T18:34:12.706-04:00Tipton Family Reunion Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZ_XMvyzpcL___1UJBO5z0jZsoXoOfX25Nt1LGxpzi4tTV4VwY99ggumKS6DmDLPtW0n_U2fmPOm1Ec7bwRjf7HCwnTONIU5VN9Pa0f7Rr_gTL2-FwtFBrtSl8ZA9avlA2-9EURGUIg/s1600/East+Brandywine+Park+0+00+14-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZ_XMvyzpcL___1UJBO5z0jZsoXoOfX25Nt1LGxpzi4tTV4VwY99ggumKS6DmDLPtW0n_U2fmPOm1Ec7bwRjf7HCwnTONIU5VN9Pa0f7Rr_gTL2-FwtFBrtSl8ZA9avlA2-9EURGUIg/s400/East+Brandywine+Park+0+00+14-12.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Well folks, that time is almost here for the first Tipton Family Reunion since the last one in October of 1997. Thirteen years is definitely too long between reunions!<br />
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I am at my Mom's home in East Brandywine Township on Hopewell Road now, just down the road from where the reunion will be held Sunday, May 16th at the East Brandywine Community Park. The park is located on Dilworth Road, just off of Hopewell Road, in Guthriesville, PA. <br />
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I've been making phone calls, sending e-mails and Facebook messages and here is the latest count of who is coming and what they are bringing:<br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dick and Linda Tipton (Uncle Ray's son):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">fried chicken</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Kimberly Tipton Withers and family Uncle Ray's granddaughter):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">a casserole</span><br />
<strong>Bud and Mable Tipton (wife and son of Uncle Ed):</strong> <span style="color: blue;">a case of soda</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Sis Tipton Salluzzo and family (Uncle Ed's daughter):</strong></span> <span style="color: blue;">fried chicken, three bean casserole</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Janet Tipton Drozdowski and family (Uncle Ed's daughter):</strong> </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">to be determined</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Barbara Tipton Keehn (Uncle Ed's daugher):</span></strong> <span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">zucchini casserole</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Darlene Ford and Rita Buxbaum and families(Uncle Dude's daughters):</strong></span> <span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">a cooler of ice, iced tea, case of soda and meatballs in a marinara sauce, and pork barbecue</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Jessie Stone (Tommy Tipton's former wife):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">brownies</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Peggy Bruno (Uncle John's wife):</strong></span> <span style="color: blue;">a case of bottled water</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">John and Debbie Tipton (Uncle John's son):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">to be determined</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Janna Tipton (Uncle John's granddaughter): </span></strong><span style="color: blue;">cookies</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Liz Tipton (Uncle John's granddaughter):</span></strong><span style="color: blue;"> potato chips and ice</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mary Tipton (Uncle John's granddaughter): </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">to be determined</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lois Tipton Porter (Uncle Ray's daughter):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">potato salad</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Terri Porter Cruse (Uncle Ray's granddaughter):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">venison goulash and extra table cloths</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Theresea Tipton ( Uncle John's granddaughter):</strong> </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">to be determined</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nadine Marks and family (Uncle John's granddaughter):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">hummus and veggies (I love this!)</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Jeffrey Tipton and family (Uncle John's grandson):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">to be determined</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Marsha Tipton (Uncle John's daughter): </strong></span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">to be determined</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Janna Tipton (Uncle John's grandaughter):</span></strong> <span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">cookies</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Louise Tipton White and Fred (Uncle Erby's daughter):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">cupcakes and pretzels</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Beth White Fisher (Uncle Erby's granddaughter):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">hot dogs and rolls</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Debbie White Fincke (Uncle Erby's granddaughter):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">brownies</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Bob Tipton and family (Uncle Erby's son):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">paper plates and utensils</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">David Jones and family (Uncle Ray's grandson):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">desserts and tea</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Faith Joslyn (Uncle Ray's granddaughter):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">fried chicken</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Kristen Leigh Tipton Uncle Ray's granddaughter):</span></strong> <span style="color: blue;">potato salad</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Tricia Tipton (Uncle Tip's granddaughter):</strong></span> to be determined</span><br />
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I hope I didn't miss anybody. If I did please don't be offended and please contact me either by e-mail (<a href="mailto:ronstales@aol.com">ronstales@aol.com</a>), or phone (302-644-2255) or comment on this blog. I'll make the correction and/or addition immediately. I appreciate everyone's patience.<br />
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Remember to bring the kids. Their is a wonderful playground right next to the Alison Pavillion where our reunion will be held. And I guarantee a sunny, mild spring day! I'm looking forward to seeing everyone and introducing the younger generation to their cousins. I bought some name tags at Staples today and maybe I can talk Sis into marking one for everyone when they arrive. Also, if anyone wants to bring a friend who is not a Tipton descendent, that is fine. All are welcome.<br />
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Some of the Tipton relatives I've contacted cannot come because of prior committments. They are:<br />
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<strong>Charles and Sally Tipton</strong>: <strong>Uncle Ray's son </strong><br />
<strong>Hester Tipton: Uncle Sam's daughter</strong><br />
<strong>Jill Tipton: Uncle Sam's granddaughter</strong><br />
<strong>Penny Noles (Henry Tipton's granddaughter)</strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Ike Tipton, III (Ike Tipton's grandson)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Lyndsay Tipton (Ike Tipton's daughter)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Cassie Tipton (Ike Tipton's daughter)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Michael Tipton, Jr. (Uncle Tip's grandson)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Tara Tipton Stagg (Uncle Tip's granddaughter)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Dawn Tipton Armstrong (Ike Tipton's granddaughter)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Leah Porter-Ritter (Uncle Ray's granddaughter)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Paul Tipton (Uncle Erby's grandson)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Bryan Tipton (Uncle Erby's grandson)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Tom Tipton, Jr. (Uncle Erby's grandson) </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>"Mike" Tipton (Cousin Bill Tipton's widow)</strong></span><br />
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That's the latest information folks. I'll update this blog as I get more information. Stay tuned.<br />
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The following are the directions to the East Brandywine Community Park:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">East Brandywine Community Park Take Rt. 30W to Manor Ave/Rt 322 exit. Go right at bottom of ramp onto Rt. 322 West (away from Downingtown). Continue on Rt. 322 until 1st traffic light in Guthriesville(rental center on left, Sunoco and Blue Moon Florist on right). Go right at light onto Hopewell Rd to 1st road on left. Go left onto Dilworth Rd. to 2nd park entrance on left (about 3/4 mile on Dilworth).</span> <br />
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This will be the first Tipton family reunion since the last Tipton Family Reunion held October 4, 1997. Prior to that reunion there was a Tipton family reunion held at the Westwood Fire Company in 1993 and 1995.<br />
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Cousin Richard "Dick" Tipton and his wife Linda are donating a roast pig for this reunion. Dick and his wife Linda also catered the last reunion in 1997. I will rent the pavilion. We need volunteers for bringing soda, water, paper plates, plastic utensils and napkins. Anyone who wishes to bring a pot luck dish like potato salad, cake, and pies are welcome but it is not a requirement to attend the reunion. <br />
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Unlike the last reunion we probably won't have live blue grass music. Bob Paisley, the wonderful blue grass musician died. I'll talk to Cousin Charles to see if he has any recommendations for music. We may have to have a boom box with blue grass music. If anyone else has suggestions, I will be glad to entertain them.<br />
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I am looking forward to this reunion because it will bring together another generation of Tipton cousins who have never met each other. The Tipton family reunions that were held when I was a kid were of the families of the original eleven Tipton brothers. Sad to say, all of the brothers have now passed on. The next generation is the thirty six Tipton first cousins and their children and grandchildren. I am in that next generation of Tiptons and it won't be too long before we too are gone from the scene. So that is why it is so important to continue the tradition of having the Tipton family reunions. <br />
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Hopefully we won't have to wait thirteen years again before the next Tipton family reunion. We'll see how successful this reunion is and if it is successful, then we will have one every two years. <br />
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As more details are being worked out I will post that information to this blog as it happens. <br />
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Hope to see you there!Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-1994242136190922342009-09-27T12:58:00.000-04:002009-09-27T12:58:42.257-04:00Jessie Stone TiptonAfter a long hiatus I am finally updating my "Tipton Tales and Trails" blog. Why has the update been so long in coming? A simple answer, spring and summer barged into my life. Comes the nice weather, I'm either outside working in my garden, taking a walk in the development behind my development, dining out with friends or just taking a ride. Now that the fall weather has arrived I will make a serious effort to post regular updates to this blog. <br />
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My last few blogs were historical postings of long dead Tiptons. Today I'm posting a blog of one of my peers. Her name is Jessie Stone Tipton (b. 3 Aug 1941.) She is the ex-wife of my first cousin Thomas Fieldon Tipton, Sr. (b. 5 Nov 1939.) <br />
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Until this week I had never met Jessie face to face before. I've talked to her on the phone to get information about her three sons and her grandchildren. Thus it was a pleasant surprise on Friday when I got a phone call from Jessie. She told me she was in Lewes with her niece Margaret Skeans and wanted to know if I would like to go to lunch them. Absolutely! I was in the middle of doing bank business but I put that to an end and met Jessie and her niece on Second Street in Lewes, in front of the Wilmington Trust Bank building.<br />
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When I got to Second Street I realized that I didn't know what she looked liked so I pulled my cell phone out to call her. Just as I put the cell phone up to my ear I saw this woman about my age motion towards me to a younger dark haired woman. <br />
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We both smiled when we realized we had made contact. Jessie told me she recognized me ("tall and thin") from the picture on my blog. We greeted each other with a warm embrace and then I asked Margaret to take a picture of me and Jessie for posterity. Anyone who knows me knows that I take a LOT of pictures for the record.<br />
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I took Jessie and Margaret on a quick tour of Lewes and to the hotel where I work at the front desk. We decided to eat in Rehoboth Beach at a restaurant where my friend is the host. <br />
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We jump into Margaret's SUV and head on down to Rehoboth Beach and the Dos Locos restaurant. Margaret has visited Rehoboth Beach many times but this was the first visit for Jessie. Margaret is contemplating about retiring from northern Delaware to the coasal area of southern Delaware.<br />
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During the ride to Rehoboth, I get acquainted with both Jessie and Margaret. We immediately establish an easy camaraderie. I tell them all the benefits of moving to Lower Slower (what we locals call Sussex County, Delaware because it operates at a much slower pace than the urban centers nearby our beach resort.)<br />
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We arrive at Dos Locos. I've never eaten at Dos Locos before but Margaret has and she loves it. As I mentioned earlier in this posting, a good friend of mine works there as a host and I was looking forward to trying out his restaurant. I wasn't disappointed. Our host was delightful, the service was superb, the food was delicious, and the company was wonderful. I will definitely be returning to Dos Locos for more meals with good friends.<br />
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We bade our goodbye's to our gracious host, Wayne and were on our way to my home north on Route. 1. I wanted to introduce both Jessie and Margaret to my partner Bill and show them my home as well as a neighbor's home that was for sale.<br />
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Upon arrival at my home, I introduced Jessie and Margaret to Bill. They hit it off right away. I took them on a tour of the manse. Then I took them to my neighbor's house. Alas, Margaret wasn't interested in my neighbor's home. I would love to have had her for a neighbor. However, we did have a good visit. What a delightful surprise on a weather perfect day in southern Delaware. Then it came time to part ways. We said our "goodbye's" as Margaret and Jessie pulled out of our driveway.<br />
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Jessie Stone Tipton holds a unique distinction in my immediate family line. She is the only Tipton wife of the third generation of Tiptons from the Fieldon Jacob Tipton (04 Jun 1884 - 8 May 1939) line to have three sons. This is ironic because Fieldon Tipton had 12 sons, 11 of whom survived childbirth. Of his eleven sons, some of them had sons but most of their offspring were female. The only exception was my parents. They had three boys of which I am the oldest. <br />
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I have 36 cousins that I know of (there may be a few unaccounted cousins lurking about.) I have no children. Both of my brothers have two daughters. My one brother has one son. I only have one cousin who has produce all male off spring that is Jessie's former husband, my cousin Thomas Fieldon Tipton.<br />
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Hunter Nicholas Tipton (26 Jun 2000)<br />
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Thus, Jessie and Tom Tipton are the only Tiptons in my line who have produced all male offspring in both their children and grandchildren. Thank you Tom and Jessie for keeping the Fieldon Tipton line going strong! And thanks for the visit Jessie. Both you and your niece were a delight and I hope to see you again soon. Now I have to get pictures of all these new Tiptons!Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-5991176888887378282009-03-15T11:43:00.006-04:002009-03-15T12:27:21.303-04:00Widow's Claim for Pension Benefits<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4mYhlfL5ZQddtcM1Z_vrOsOc0SeiZRGF4BBWHCZvXylSbECqX0IOEm469ZpUAEgk5mPVmXet_jLIqGk2a9lr-GF-PsO7AUlyh5MaGt9g8ojjqdFqPjxI5kNbIyaNRMjBHb6eBRI-9g/s1600-h/Union+Soldiers.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313451881598134834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4mYhlfL5ZQddtcM1Z_vrOsOc0SeiZRGF4BBWHCZvXylSbECqX0IOEm469ZpUAEgk5mPVmXet_jLIqGk2a9lr-GF-PsO7AUlyh5MaGt9g8ojjqdFqPjxI5kNbIyaNRMjBHb6eBRI-9g/s320/Union+Soldiers.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is the third in a series of blog postings on my great-great grandmother's application for Civil War Widow's pension benefits. Martha Bailey Tipton was her name and she applied numerous times for pension benefits after her husand and my great-great grandfather John Tipton was killed during the Civil War. John Tipton was killed by an ambush of Confederate Calvary while returning to his command at or near Jonesboro, Tennessee November 18, 1863. See the two previous blog postings.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Widow’s Claim for Increase of Pension<br /><br />State of Tennessee<br />County of Washington<br /><br />On this 3rd day of April A.D. 1867, before me, a County Court Clerk in and for the County and State above-named, personally appeared Martha Tipton, a resident of ……………..,County of Yancey, State of North Carolina, aged 40 years, who being duly sworn according to law, doth on her oath make the following declaration, in order to obtain the benefit of the provision made by the 2nd section of the Act of Congress increasing the pensions of widows and orphans, approved July 25, 1866; that she is the widow of John Tipton, who was a Private in Company M commanded by Captain Nelson McLaughlin of the <a href="http://www.tngenweb.org/civilwar/rosters/cav/cav8/memo.html">8th Regiment of Tennessee Cavalry Volunteers,</a> commanded by<a href="http://www.tngenweb.org/civilwar/usacav/usa8cav.html"> Colonel S.K.N. Patton</a> in the War of 1861, and that by reason of his death in the service aforesaid, she has not been granted a pension of eight dollars per month in accordance wit the certificate, numbered……bearing date on the ….day of …..186 , and that she is a Pensioner of the United States, duly enrolled at the Pension Agency at …….in the sate of ……She further swears that she has the following named children of her deceased husband and herself, under sixteen years of age, to wit: Hiram Tipton born March 5th, 1852 (my great grandfather); Lucinda Tipton born March 26, 1853; Elizabeth Tipton born Nov. 16, 1854; Tempe Ann Tipton born Dec. 25th, 1855; Wm. N. Tipton born July 29th, 1857; Martha Tipton born Dec. 26th, 1859; Curtis Tipton born July 28th, 1860, Elmira Tipton born May 6th, 1862.<br /><br />She further declares that she has not remarried since the death of her said husband, nor has she abandoned the support of any one of the children above named, nor permitted any one of the same to be adopted by any other person or persons as his, her or their child. That she hereby constitutes and appoints A. M. Hughes of Washington D.C., her true and lawful attorney, and authorized to present and prosecute this claim, and to receive and receipt for all orders or certificates that may be issued in consequence thereof, hereby revoking all Powers of Attorney, if any, heretofore given by her for like purpose. My Post Office address is Jonesboro, Tennessee.<br /><br />Martha Tipton<br />(her mark) X<br /><br />State of North Carolina<br />County of Yancey<br /><br />Personally appeared before me the under signed authority of Dobson Deaton whom I certify to be a respectable citizen and credible witness who after being duly sworn according to law makes oath as follows:<br /><br />In the year 1848 I was one of the justices of the peace for the county and state aforesaid duly commissioned and qualified as such. On the 19th day of October A.D. 1848 I united in marriage John Tipton and Martha Bailey according to the law of the state of North Carolina. All this was done at the house of Anson Bailey in Yancey County, N.C. I further swear that I have no interest whatever in this claim.<br /><br />Dobson Deaton<br /><br />Witnesses: Z. M. Courry, J.P.<br />E. M. Howell<br /><br />Sworn to and subscribed this 4th day of August 1869 and I herby certify that I have no interest whatever in this claim. </span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It wasn't until may years later that Mrs. Tipton was finally granted pension benefits for the death of her husband during the Civil War. </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></p></span><br /><br /></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-83048692983756208962009-03-01T11:01:00.003-05:002009-03-01T11:19:26.354-05:00The Death of John Tipton b. 1830 d. Nov. 18, 1863 Part III<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bb1OAQWBAddE-1qaK6fjnub_ePufzt9S3MRhtam3qwyCbsXDRnUCLCbYNGFnYAaGvwl2e-RpxuYhB9sse3majGOJFoLprEqQ37TEh2uxAZzoyn26gYVQrkhRbAMy-eor5PCFpouc8Q/s1600-h/Civil+War+era+gentleman(1837-1919).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308250823233382354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bb1OAQWBAddE-1qaK6fjnub_ePufzt9S3MRhtam3qwyCbsXDRnUCLCbYNGFnYAaGvwl2e-RpxuYhB9sse3majGOJFoLprEqQ37TEh2uxAZzoyn26gYVQrkhRbAMy-eor5PCFpouc8Q/s320/Civil+War+era+gentleman(1837-1919).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The following is part three of my posting to this blog of my great-great-great grandmother Martha “Patty” Bailey Tipton’s application for a Civil War widow’s pension benefit due the death of my great-great-great grandfather John Tipton.<br /><br />I have tried to translate the handwriting as best as I could from a copy of the original document. I have indicated where I cannot make out the handwriting.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Washington County<br /><br />……………appeared before me the undersigned authority Martha Tipton with whom I am personally acquainted. Martha Tipton, being duly sworn according to law deposes as follows:<br /><br />I am the identical Martha Tipton who was widow of John Tipton, late Co. M 8th Tenn. Cavalry in the service of the U.S. in the War of the Rebellion. My husband came home some time in the month of……1863 with some paper(s) which I understood to be a furlough to recruit. I am sure that he was recruiting nearly all the time that he was at home and had many men consealed (sp?) which he said he was intending to take to his Regiment. Affidavit did not see the said soldier killed but saw him the next day after he was killed. That she got with Mr. Eliza Presley and her son to go with her and bring her husband home. They brought the said Tipton and he was buried about a half mile from affiant’s house on a hill near brother’s house (Bailey.)Affiant is not positive as by whom the said soldier was killed but she understood from many good <span style="font-family:times new roman;">(can’t read next line, the narrative continues below with next page)</span>………..<br /><br />Command called Witcher’s Cavalry. Affiant further swears that the said soldier started from her house in the morning of the 18th November 1863 and said he <span style="font-family:times new roman;">(can’t make out the next word)</span> other up his men and go to his command which she supposed to be at Jonesboro Tenn. Said soldier started in the direction of the mountains (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t make out the next two words)</span> affiant found him dead at the house of Dr. Pennys about from ten to thirteen miles from house.<br /><br />Affiant further swears that the men that he was in charge of (as many of them) came to affiant’s house the same day as a few days after the death of her husband. (Affiant does not recollect distinctly the day) and she cooked thin rations for them to join their command and one Calvin Bailey, Curtis Bailey and Dobson Bailey. Arch Bennett staid (sp?) all night at my house and the rest of the command staid (sp?) in some other place. Curtis Bailey and Arch Bennett were wounded in the same battle with affiant’s husband and that Curtis Bailey was buried in the same grave with affiant’s husband. Bennett was wounded in the head and laid for a long time in affiant’s house and after his recovery he joined the 3rd N.C. Mounted Infantry under Col. George W. Kirk.<br /><br />Affiant may have more facts in relation to her husband’s death if her attention was call to the (can’t make out the next word.)<br /><br />Signed in present of E.M. Jackson<br />Martha Tipton<br />X (her mark)<br /><br />Sworn to me this 19th day of September 1870<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Information compiled by:<br /><br />Burkett Bailey<br />905 Irwin Road<br />Powell, Tennessee 37849<br /><br />February 16, 1994</span></div><br /><br />Note: The picture that appears on this blog is not of my great-great-grandfather but of an unknown gentleman born during the same time period as my ancestor. I only use this picture as a representation of the demeanor and style of the gentlemen of that period. I would like to think that my great-great-great grandfather bore a strong resemblance to the actor Guy Madison (who played "Wild Bill Hickock" on the old TV show of the Fifties.)Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-10628896355555012572009-02-22T13:11:00.003-05:002009-02-22T18:42:18.124-05:00Captain McLaughlin's Affidavit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbG72VJF0dBRTVN5ZrUvgUS5RRKmL7FBNwhS3dBUF5v-SzhAKluan2vplZ6s_5zDpqF0dWr8k8YwIiLev5X5_tFe5wSCgZ4T-xd9b3Ov2Mah04OpKZlY1Z9cIy4dYNlTs7YN4YUsYE1w/s1600-h/StoneMargaretFleming+Civil+War+Widow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305687829611640210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbG72VJF0dBRTVN5ZrUvgUS5RRKmL7FBNwhS3dBUF5v-SzhAKluan2vplZ6s_5zDpqF0dWr8k8YwIiLev5X5_tFe5wSCgZ4T-xd9b3Ov2Mah04OpKZlY1Z9cIy4dYNlTs7YN4YUsYE1w/s320/StoneMargaretFleming+Civil+War+Widow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The following is an affidavit by Captain Nelson McLaughlin attesting to the service and death of my great-great grandfather John Tipton (1828-Nov 18, 1863) during the Civil War. His widow (and my great-great grandmother, Martha Bailey Tipton 22 Sep 1830 – 22 Dec 1915) applied for Civil War Widow’s pension benefits.<br /><br />The affidavit was written in longhand for Mrs. Tipton. She could not write (her “mark” X appears at the end of her application.) I have tried to transcribe the longhand as best as I could however, there are some areas I was unable to decipher. However, upon reading the whole document the reader will understand the circumstances of my ancestor’s untimely death in the cause of keeping the Union together in this country.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">State of Tennessee, Unicoi County….This day personally appeared before the undersigned authority within and for Said County and State Capt. Nelson McLaughlin, late Capt. Of Company M. of the 8th Regt. of Tennessee Cav. Vols. In the War of the Rebellion who, after being duly sworn according to law, States that in the month of September 1863 he was authorized and empowered by Anderson Johnson Military Governor of the State of Tennessee to enlist a Company of Vols., for the Volunteer Service in the U.S. Army and that on or about the 15th day of September 1863 he enrolled John Tipton in Washington County, Tennessee. That Said Tipton was regularly enlisted by affidavit and was sworn into the Service of the United States at Greenville Tennessee by Lieut. Col…..Caps on or about the 5th day of October 1863 and under arms and was in line of duty until he was Furloughed at Mosey Creek Transfer on or about the 23rd of October 1863 he was not mentioned in the Service for the reason there was no mustering officer was with out Command and none had been sent to muster us in until after the Said John Tipton was Furloughed as aforesaid. Affidavit further states that he was within the Rebel lines with his Company and had no regular Enlisting Rolls or blanks with him at the time. Affidavit further states that he is not interested in the (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t read the next word</span>) or result of the claim of Martha Tipton for widows pension.<br /><br />Nelson McLaughlin Sworn to subscribed before me this 1st day of April 1878 and I certify that I am personally acquainted with the affiant and (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t read the next three words</span>) that the name of John Tipton does not appear on the (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t read the next words</span>) that the name of John Tipton does not appear on the (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t read the next two words</span>) of M 8th Tenn. Cav. Or records (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t read the next word</span>) of the (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t read the next word</span>) on file (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t read the next two words</span>) reports no records 8th Tenn. Cav on file.<br /><br />Nelson McLaughlin Capt of G.M. testifies that the enlisted Tipton ser. Over. That he was not mustered, that they were (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t read the next word</span>) Tenn. That said Tipton, with other recruits were furloughed to go into the Mountains and recruit men for the Union Army. That said Tipton was killed while on his way to join his command at Jonesboro, Tenn. John Miller testifies that he was a member of (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">can’t read next word</span>) Tenn. Cav. Was with said Tipton on the 18th of November 1865 (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">note: should be 1863 but appears in affidavit as 1865.</span>) That said Tipton was preparing rations preparatory to joining the regiment. That said Tipton was attacked by the Rebel Cavalry and killed. That affiant heard the shooting and went to the place of attack and found him dead, having been shot by the Rebels. That there were others shot at the same time or engagement at or near Rock Creek, Greacy Cove, Tenn.<br /><br />Claimant testifies that, on the morning of Nov. 18, 1863 her husband went to gather up his men to join the Army. That she did not see him again until the next day when she heard he was killed, and with a neighbor (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Mrs. Eliza Presley</span>) went and got his body. That one Curtis Bailed (<span style="font-family:times new roman;">a cousin</span>) killed at the same time of her husband, was brought to her home and buried in the same grave with him.<br /></span><br /></span>This is the end of the page of the original document form which I copied the above information. There are other affidavits attesting to the death of John Tipton and his widow’s right to claim for a Civil War Widow’s benefit. I will post the transcription of those documents in future postings on this blog.<br /><br />Note: the photo that appears on this blog is of an actual Civil War widow (Margaret Fleming Stone) who also applied for a Civil War widow’s pension. It is not of my great-great grandmother. I only post it to give the reader a sense of the identity of an actual Civil War widow at that time of great turmoil, loss and sadness in our country. My great-great grandmother was left a widow with nine children from ages 16 to 1 year of age to care for on their farm land located on the mountain sides of western North Carolina. When she eventually received her pension (not until the 1880’s), it was for the grand total of $8.00 a month. Apparently $8.00 a month went a lot further in those days than it does these days.Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355228851264534413.post-73488888051468810772009-02-06T11:27:00.004-05:002009-02-06T18:03:33.190-05:00John Tipton, Union Soldier<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWjquJBly55MeTNJjecKBGQbghzErqbQ0Oh06L3hJq8HwddAwsBYZxPCIETpwenYjbkVgCo0cTc7XlzYVAsixVnMswVK57NvnEBIYCGf2UFZgGNGxcq5QnPb5m6pD-5YSSHXM4eK5BQ/s1600-h/Dead+Civil+War+soldier.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299723363683418834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWjquJBly55MeTNJjecKBGQbghzErqbQ0Oh06L3hJq8HwddAwsBYZxPCIETpwenYjbkVgCo0cTc7XlzYVAsixVnMswVK57NvnEBIYCGf2UFZgGNGxcq5QnPb5m6pD-5YSSHXM4eK5BQ/s320/Dead+Civil+War+soldier.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>John Tipton was my great great grandfather. He was born about 1828 in Buncombe County, North Carolina. He died November 18, 1863 near Rock Creek, Tennessee. He was ambushed and killed by a Confederate Calvary while he was recruiting volunteers for the Union soldiers during the Civil War.<br /><br />He left behind a 33 year old widow and ten children, all under 16 years of age. He was a farmer and thus the sole sustenance of his family which resided in the hills of western North Carolina, near the Tennessee border.<br /><br />Below is a transcript of his Widow’s Claim for increases in benefits as a Civil War widow. Martha “Patty” Bailey Tipton was born September 22, 1830 in or near the Bailey settlement in Yancey County, North Carolina and died December 22, 1915 in Swannanoa, Georgia.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Widow’s Claim for Pension<br /><br />The State of Tennessee, County of Washington.<br /><br />On this 31st day of July, A.D. 1865 personally appeared before one J. F. Grisham, Clerk of the County Court, a Court of Record within and for said county, Martha Tipton aged 39 years, late a resident of ………………………, in the county of Yancey, and State of North Carolina who, being first duly sworn according to law, doth, on her oath, make the following declaration, in order to obtain the benefit of the provision made by the act of Congress approved July 14, 1862………………That she is the widow of John Tipton who was a Private in Company M, commanded by Captain Nelson McLaughlin, in the 8th Regiment of Tennessee Volunteer Cavalry, commanded by Col. S. K. N. Patton in the war of 1861. That her said husband died at Greasy Cove, in the State of Tennessee, on the 18 day of November A.D. 1863 of wounds received on his return to his regiment from home on furlough in an attack upon him by Rebel Cavalry while in the service of the United States.<br /><br />She further declares that she was married to the said John Tipton in Yancey County, on the 19th of October A.D. 1848 by one Dobson Deaton, Justice of the Peace, that her name before her marriage was Martha Bailey, and that ever since the death of her said husband, she has remained a widow: as will more fully appear by reference to the proof annexed. (5) She cannot present the public record, was private record, but an affidavit of the magistrate that married her as the last proof and affidavit of two subscribing witnesses as to her widowhood, That during the existence of the aforesaid marriage there were born to her and her said husband the following named children who are now under the age of sixteen years, viz:<br /><br />Sarah A. Tipton, born the 5th day of November 1851<br />Hiram Tipton, born the 5th day of March 1853<br />Lucinda Tipton, born the 24th day of March 1854<br />Elizabeth Tipton, born the 16th day of November, 1855<br />Tempe A. Tipton, born the 25th day of December, 1856<br />William N. Tipton, born the 29th day of July, 1858<br />Martha Tipton, born the 26th day of May 1860<br />Curtis Tipton, born the 28th day of July 1862<br />Trisca E. Tipton, born the 6th day of May 1863<br /><br />All of whom are still living, and reside in Jonesboro, Washington County, Tennessee.<br /><br />She also declares that she has in no manner been engaged in, or aided or abetted, the Rebellion in the United States.<br /><br />She further says that her Post office address is Jonesboro, Washington County, Tennsessee.<br /><br />Martha Tipton<br />(her mark) X<br /></span><br />Martha also had an older son isn’t listed on her application for Widow’s Claim for Pension. His name was Baxter S. Tipton and he was born July 26 1849 and thus 16 years old at the time of her application and not eligible as a dependent.<br /><br />The Hiram Tipton listed above is my great grandfather. He was the father of my grandfather, Fieldon Jacob Tipton, Sr. (born June 4, 1884 in Relief, North Carolina and died May 8, 1939 in West Chester, Pennsylvania.)<br /><br />Fieldon Jacob Tipton was the father of my father Isaac Walter Tipton, Sr. (born April 18, 1920 in Pigeon Roost, North Carolina and died August 22, 2000 in Coatesville, Pennsylvania.) My name is Ronald Walter Tipton and I was born November 9, 1941 in West Chester, Pennsylvania.<br /><br />Of interest, Mrs. Tipton indicates the birth of the children listed on her pension claim one year later than other records indicate, including the headstone of Hiram Tipton’s grave and census records of that time. Perhaps this was an innocent error of a bereaved widow facing life with ten children to support on a farm without a husband. Or, perhaps she wanted to extend a year her widow’s pension benefits.<br /><br />Mrs. Tipton was granted a monthly pension benefit of $8.00 a month.<br /><br />In future blogs I will post Mrs. Tipton’s claim for an increase in pension benefits as well as testimonies of various witnesses that her deceased husband was in service for the Union forces during the Civil War. Although North Carolina (where John and Martha Tipton lived with their family on their hillside mountain farm), the area and nearby Tennessee was a hotbed of Union activity.<br /><br />My great great grandfather John Tipton was killed returning home from furlough back to his headquarters just over the state line in Tennessee. John Tipton was not in uniform and thus a question was raised was he really in the Union Army. John Tipton’s job for the Union Army was to recruit additional mountain men (his relatives and neighbors) to volunteer for the Union Army to fight the Rebel soldiers. John Tipton and his Bailey cousins were ambushed and killed by a Rebel Calvary headed by a Colonel Wichter. He was only 35 years old.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Note: The source of Martha Tipton's application for Widow's Claim for Pension (as a Civil War widow) was taken from copies of the original application provided by Burkett Bailey of Powell Tennessee, a descendant of Martha Bailey Tipton's brother. My thanks for Burkett Bailey and his cousin Dr. Lloyd Bailey of Durham, North Carolina for their invaluable help in sourcing these references for my family history. </div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com5