Elia Wilburn Barton was born November 17,1799 in Pickens County, South Carolina. His father was David Oldham Barton, born December 20, 1770 in Faiquier County, Virginia  and died March 1, 1842 In Oconee County, South Carolina .

His mother was Margaret “Peggy” Looney, born September 30, 1775 and died in South Carolina July 3, 1832.  Her maiden name would show up in succeeding generations.

Elias married Katherine Hunnicutt, February 18, 1829, In Soouth Carolina   who was born January 17, 1808 in Pickens County , South Carolina and died August 6, in Fayette County, Alabama at 79.

Ellias and Katherine moved from Pickens County, South Carolina, to Franklin County, Georgia, then to Ralph community in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, bringing sons, Peter Looney Barton, Mary Jane Barton, Cloud Thrasher, Barton, and William Madison Barton.

Their first Alabama born son was Thomas Hunnicutt Barton, my great great grandfather, born July 24, 1835 in Ralph, Alabama also called Hickman.Other children followed:.

David Oldham Barton born October 2, 1837, died April 3,1889.

Margaret Saphronia Barton February 9, 1840,died June 21, 1862.

Ruth Eleanor Barton born August 24,1842

Easter Evaline Nancy Barton born August 19, 1848

Katherine Angenia Barton born February 22, 1851, died October 7, 1861 at only 10 years.

Elias was known as a community leader,a farmer, and a school teacher. Most of their sons lived longer than the average age than their contemporaries.

 

 

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SEEDS FOR SALE

BY Dorothy Gast

Remember when students went door to door selling something actually needed and useful, like boxes of seeds. Usually the box of assorted seeds contained vegetables and flowers and sold for $1.00. Truck farmers might buy as many as five boxes and sometimes buyers would swap flowers for vegetables with neighbors. You could get enough seeds in a pack to plant a 30 foot row. Tomatoes and peppers would be started indoors in old pans or trays, moved out into bright sunlight for a couple of hours daily when about 2 inches high to harden, then transplanted in late April when squash were planted.

Corn was usually planted during Spring Break. We called it AEA, in the second week of March. We always knew that the corn must be planted before we had leisure to enjoy time out of school.. The corn plants in the larger fields might be knee high when the rest of the vegetables were planted and ready for a side dressing of “soda”, sodium nitrate. I always hated the times when I wiped the sweat from my face and my eyes strung by the chemical after hand strowing the granules down each row.

We always planted several varieties. There was early sweet corn with short ears and small sweet golden grains ready to be boiled. I loved one kind called Pioneer raised for farm animals that. The taste was more buttery than sweet and was just right when cut from the cob, then scraped to get every drop of goodness. When the fresh cut corn was poured into a skillet bubbling with bacon grease, it would thicken into the delicacy we called fried corn. The huge field corn planted for horses and cattle had 15 inch ears and grains as long as my fingernails, but was not as tasty cooked.

Field peas were planted in fields like the corn. These were not the sissy English garden peas that were staked at the back of the garden for an early garden vegetable. All the kids agreed those were gross. Field peas were sturdy plants that could complete summer meals for June to October, then be served canned or dried during the winter. When the plants died down in August, farmers let their cows graze, then the roots put out new growth for fresh fall peas. There were crowder peas so crowded in the pods that they were more cubelike than oval. Lady peas were more round and made an almost clear pot likker. A big favorite was the pink eye purple hull pea, hearty and easy to pick and shell. If we had known how nutritious they were we might not have gobbled them up so fast.

When we kids sat down to fried corn, steamed squash, fried okra, sliced tomatoes, crowder peas, string beans, cole slaw, tiny red potatoes. cornbread and cold milk , we longed for exotic foods like hamburgers and CocoCola. The meal that had taken hours to gather, prepare, and cook seemed far too ordinary to be interesting, yet did not leave scraps for leftovers. The Sunday meal usually added meat to our bounty.

Every box of seed we sold had watermelons and cantaloupe seeds for a family patch. The tiny Sugar Baby melons could be cooled in the creek beside a field where cotton was picked and were just right for a short break when cotton sacks were weighed and emptied into the wagon.

Boxes of seed were February’s promise of good food in the summer and colorful flowers to brighten the borders and perhaps sell on the curb market. Now that’s a product we would love to buy from student

GRANDMA

GRANDMA

She lives in a trailer on the side of a highway  on property where her family has lived for 7 generations. You might see her in grubby sneakers and a man’s sweatshirt on the five acres between the highway and the woods.  Her garden has more weeds than vegetables and she cuts five acres of grass in the shapes of ovals, circles, figure 8s, or paisley prints.

No more migraines from trying too hard, she has chosen to be transparent. If you visit and her house is a mess, just scoot the newspapers out of a chair and sit down. If you want a cup of coffee, help yourself. You can even make it if the pot is not on.

She tries to learn some new skill each month, but good enough is good enough. She is not a perfectionist in any one of them. She painted summer clouds on a bedroom ceiling and trees along the walls.  Her kitchen, where all her entertaining is done, is repainted every year or when the feeling strikes, or if she finds a cool paint cheap. She hand paints flowers on her kitchen cabinets, then washes them off when a new season comes.

She might let you help rescue a preloved bear for a toy drive, or wrap gifts for a Sunday School class. You can help plant a garden or paint your own creation on her wall beneath van Gogh’s Starry Night. She doesn’t try to pretend that she is pretty or smart or even organized.  She’ll just be herself and let you be you. She’s delighted to have you visit and will think you are wonderful anyway.

She loves drop-in company and sometimes does not even scramble to put her shoes on when she answers the door. She’ll offer coffee or tea or hunt up a Coke if you want. There may be some homemade brownies left from Wednesday’s church supper.

If you are kin, you’ll get a free lecture on the families in your tree with computer printouts to take home and copies of photos of the homeplaces nearby. If you are hurting or worried, or  grieving, she will take your hand and pray with you.  She is an all purpose Grandma.

She is still rebelling against the schedules she obeyed   before she retired.  She can finally read all she wants.  There are usually some books on the nightstand, by the recliner or in the front porch swing.  A good book may keep her reading until 3 am because she knows she can cut off the alarm and go back to sleep until 10 am.

She now does her traveling by Facebook, checking out pictures of the great grandchildren and their kids, watching videos of their events hundreds of miles away. She blogs, cautions, and encourages loved ones from her messy computers room without airline tickets or long drives. Each morning she visits family as she enjoys her morning coffee.She knows she is blessed.

MAMA

by Estelle Graham Hamner
There was always something to eat in the old sideboard drawer in the dining room. She made jelly rolls and fruit cakes. When Wilburn was in the Navy, I went to Baltimore to be with him before he went to California. I only got to be with him on weekends.
It was Christmastime and I was lonesome for home. I had never been away from home before. Mama sent me a chicken already fried and one of her homemade fruit cakes. Boy, were they good. It was a part of home.
One time during a revival at our church, the preacher ate dinner at our house. The visiting preacher was Dr. Powhatan James, son-in-law of famed Dr. George Truett, the great evangelist. Mama had a wonderful dinner, but did not have any butter on the table. Papa asked for the butter, and Mama was embarrassed, because she had just taken it out of the churn and had not worked the milk out. It didn’t matter to Papa so she brought it out. Brother James loved it. He was real nice and he and Papa began telling jokes at the table.

By the way Mama never did know why she never had much cream on top of her milk. She didn’t find out until years later that I had skimmed the cream off the top of the milk and ate it.

When Mama had her stroke in 1963 it affected her walking and her speech. She tried so hard to talk and when we managed to understand what she was trying to say she was pleased. Tears would come into her eyes and she’d say, ”yes, yes.” Mama couldn’t walk by herself we thought , but one time she was seated across the from her bed. Annice had to go out on the porch for something and when she returned, Mama was in bed. She could pull up to do things and stand pretty good so evidently she reached from one thing to another until she reached the bed
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Another time I was down there, Viola, her sitter and I were in the kitchen and heard a noise. When we reached the bedroom she was sitting on the floor against the wall. “Mama, how did you get there?’ I said. She laughed and motioned toward the bed and showed us that she had climbed over the side railsof the hospital bed. That tickled her to death. She giggled. She thought she had done something cute
Thank goodness, she wasn’t hurt. Mama had to help “birth” babies a lot of times. Some were white, some were black. She always went and helped when she was called on. She also helped her children when their children were born. Most of her grandchildren were born in a hospital, but Mama always packed her suitcase and was ready to go home with them and help out for a week or so until the new Mama could take over.

Uncle Jesse and his family were always very close to us. Maa and Papa raised him after his parents died. When Mama died Uncle Jesse said with tears in his eyes, “She was the only mother I ever knew”

/ Mama wasn’t much older than he was because she married so young. Papa had been married before and had two young children when they married. They always seemed to feel that Mama was truly their mother. She loved them as much as her own children.
We were always a big happy family and Mama and Papa were the reasons for that.

MAMA PREASHA AND PAPA JOHN

BY Eula Graham McCracken Campbell Vaughn

MAMA PREASHA AND PAPA JOHN

Preasha became my mother at the age of seventeen when I was only five years old. At the wedding , her brother , Ottis East, and I crawled under the house where I cried my heart out because she would be taking my place as Papa’s cook and housekeeper. Papa had only recently bought some new pots and pans and had told me I could be his cook.
I don’t remember when I first began to call Preasha “Mamma” but when Buster and Tootsy came along, I knew in my heart that she was my mamma too. Never once did I sense the idea of being just a step child.
As long as I remember, each tiny sawmill house and farm house, including the old home place in Romulus, had all the essential things in it that made a home. There was a mother’s tenderness, kindness, constancy, selfless love, and care coupled with her expertise in providing warm, pleasing, and comfortable surroundings evidenced by cool, crisp curtains at the windows; clean, smooth beds; and tasty , nutritious food on the table.
Papa added the outward affections as well as the inward love that both of them gave to the children.
Mamma was not content with a sixth grade education. She took advantage o opportunities to learn. Through reading, club work, workshops and study courses she increased her knowledge of home-making, cooking, sewing, community living, and the Bible.
Mamma saw to it that her children went to school. I had always wanted to be a teacher. When I finished seventh grade, I acquired a teacher’s certificate by taking the State Teachers Examination. I was too young to teach. I wanted to go to high school. When Tuscaloosa High School announced it could take no more out-of-town students, I was accepted by Snead Seminary in Boaz. Business was not too good then with Papa. One day I over heard him say to Mamma, “I don’t see how we can send Eula t school.” Mamma almost shouted out to him, “Yes we can! She’s going if I have to take in washing to send her.”
Papa sent me a $20.00 check each month for my board and Mamma sent me little love gifts when she cold. Once at Commencement time I wrote Mamma that I needed a party dress. I didn’t hear from her .As time drew near, I planned to borrow a dress from my best friend who lived in Boaz. On the morning of the day of the party, the beautiful white silk dress arrived. It was trimmed with Irish lace and had all the pretty under things to go with it.
Mamma and Papa where true friends to everyone. Their house was a haven to Papa’s three brothers (Tony, Charley, Jesse) whose father had died and two sisters (Mary and Grace ) whose husband had deserted them or who needed a home. Their home seemed to have room for their own children when they needed a temporary home.
Mamma Preasha was an angel of mercy to friends who were ill and needed constant care for a period of illness. I remember how she tied sacks around her feet and waded deep snow to care for Mary Lee Barton who was ill with pneumonia.

It was Papa who added the spice to our family living. He was always acting a clown, playing tricks, or contriving surprises.
During my senior year in high school in early December, papa called me to come home. He thought I might need some new clothes. With Christmas holidays less than a month away, I could not imagine why I should take such an unnecessary trip. I worried all the way home. When I arrived, I was greeted by a brand new beautiful baby sister, Sarah! I didn’t even know Mamma was expecting.
Papa was so very proud of all his children. I used to slip around, when I could, and read his letters that he often wrote to Aunt Grace in California and his cousin, George Julian, in Missouri. He never failed to mention each of the children, telling what each was doing and how he was prospering. Often he exaggerated, but it made me burst with pride to realize how much he loved us. I thank God every day for allowing me to be a part of my wonderful John Graham Family.
Eula Graham Vaughn

 

MAMA ANNICE’S GIRLS

.Assisgnment :NEW Options Class

Shelton State Community College

A Study of the influence of the matriarch on the Female Descendants
Questions
1. What are the ways each generation of women is like the preceding generations?
2. What do those of the same generation have in common?
3. How do economic and sociological forces impact upon the implied and expressed values that have been passed down?
4. Are those values changes or diluted by marriage?
5. What compromises are made?
6. What are consistent themes running through the 7 generations I have known?
7. How much of this is part of “Southern” tradition and how much is family teaching?
8. What is the incidence of divorce in each generation?
9. What is the effect of newer family structures like families living together without marriage in the family patterns?
10. How do the comformists relate to the non comformists?
11. How are the cousins alike and how are they different?

Annice Deane Barton was born October 15, 1913, the eighth child in a family of nine children. In the rural community of Ralph, Alabama, her parents were known as good neighbors and neighborhood leaders. Her father served as Democratic Beat Committeeman for 65 years and as local constable almost as long.

They lived on the Barton home place so other relatives came back to visit home long after the previous generation had passed away. There were always extended family- cousins, aunts, and other relatives dropping by. Mollie Cork, Annice’s widowed grandmother and her unmarried daughter had come to live on the farm as well and a small house was built for them in the side yard of the Barton house.
Annice Deane Barton and Lawrence Graham were married in 1934 during the depths of the Depression. When I was born in 1936 I was part of the first generation to be born in a hospital. My grandmother Barton had often served as midwife, but my parents wanted hospital care.
As many families trying to get by during the Depression (my parents thought of it in capital letters) we lived in multiple family groups for several years. We lived with both sets of my parents’ families according to where my father could find work.
When a job for my father opened up in Tuscaloosa, we moved to town and family members moved in with us. My father’s two single sisters, a widowed sister and her two children, and my mother’s brother were part of the family group at various times. As some married, others came to stay until they could make it on their own.
Many important social skills are learned in the crucible of necessary togetherness. Little privacy means that each member carefully respects the tiny space each other carves out. Too personal questions remain unasked, and advice and judgments are kept to a minimum to reduce conflict. When discord arises a cooling off period is followed by working out manageable coexistence. These skills are taught to succeeding generations.

We grew up sharing our home with others
In 1941 my father was hired to work in a government shipyard in the war boomtown of Pascagoula, Mississippi. Men job hungry from the depression poured into a town with little housing available. They “boarded” with local families during the week and saved precious gas for visits home on weekends.

. In addition to caring for her three young children, my mother cooked and did laundry for the boarders. She bought the first new washing machine in the neighborhood with her earnings and the family enjoyed new found prosperity.
In 1945 we moved back to a little frame house built from used lumber on the family farm. My father bought back part of the farm my grandfather lost when his business failed and provided his parents with the house in which they had raised their children. They were there when they died many years later.
My father worked in town and my mother handled the details for the farm while caring for her four children. She fed the animals, did the milking, chopped firewood, and did equipment and fence repairs. Her father in law who was in poor health, came down and entertained the younger children when she had to work outside.
After my first husband left me pregnant with one child I moved back in with my parents and siblings. The house was too small, but they made room. With their encouragement I went to the University of Alabama and received a B. S. in 35 months. They provided room and board and child care. I rode to Tuscaloosa with my father as he went to work and walked from downtown to the University. They have never complained about the added expense or the crowding. The only cash they paid toward my college education was the $15 for my diploma. My siblings helped, too, often buying clothes or shoes for my daughters.

My mother and her mother in law were good friends. When Grandma had a stroke, my parents left their home to live with her. Any family would have cared for her well and all did help to care for her in other ways. She was the first of four sick people my mother would care for during her middle years, after her children were gone. . She taught, ”Family takes care of family.”
Her many years of communal living showed her how to cope in many difficult circumstances. She was 62 when my father died but continued to work outside the home until she was almost 70.
It is never easy to live in multifamily homes, but there are positive aspects, too. Children have much love and support from all ages. Everyone is needed and no one feels unimportant. This background probably influenced the values and priorities within our family and still impacts the younger generations.
As long as I can remember there have been at least 3 generations living on this farm. There are now 5 generations in four households. Three of our children have lived on the farm since getting married. Some were in the house with us, temporarily, during times of difficulty.
Perhaps this is why members of our family are in contact at least weekly and with our mother more often. We take turns buying groceries, taking her to the doctor or family events, and helping keep her place up. One year for her birthday, her girls-daughters, granddaughters, and little ones, painted and redecorated her mobile home. New carpet, curtains, and furniture made it like new.
My mother has given all her property away to her family. Her home is in my sister’s name and she and my father had us all choose the area of the farm we wanted to inherit. Upon his death she deeded it to us. We honor her by providing any-thing she mentions she likes and she has no fear of being neglected. Her grand-children take her on trips and vacations. Sometimes she babysits, but only if she volunteers.
My parents totaled 16 brothers and sisters between them. Marriages averaged 48 years including widows and divorces. Several couples had more than 60 years together. In my generation 60% of cousins stay married to first spouse. In my children’s generation fewer remain with their first spouse. We think that is a remarkable record. In my grandchildren’s generation there are more divorces and one unmarried couple living together.
When an unmarried granddaughter had a baby the whole family went all out in support of the young mother and child. There were some suggestions, a little advice, but no judgments expressed. Mother and child have a mobile home next to the parents and near me.
Mama Annice, our matriarch, grows more frail in her 84th year. She lives alone a few yards from family members on each side of her. She still bakes cakes to give away and makes quilts for new babies. Our family had six newborns in 1996. She reads 2 or 3 books a week and can discuss Danielle Steele with granddaughters or Charles Swindoll with sons-in-law.
Her church and community call her Mama Annice and she does much of her church work through telephone contacts. She established the precedent of providing food at the church after funerals or buryings. Now it is accepted and the whole church helps out.
My sisters and I find our lives colored by the examples of our parents and grandparents. Hospitality, community service, family loyalty, and shared civic responsibility are values seen in every generation.
Our children reflect newer sociological values. Some social drinking is allowed now and different family styles are accepted, but not encouraged. Achievement in careers, education, assertiveness, and independence are mingled with traditional values passed down.

. The echoes of my grandparents’ words are heard in my grandchildren’s methods of teaching their children. Sometimes the exact words may be heard. Half the members of the younger generation are as active in church as their parents have been. Others are less committed. here is a great deal of family pride in our young people and an unusual amount of acceptance between generations.
Outsiders say we are strong women. We are soft spoken, generally, but are not intimidated by people or circumstances. There is little tolerance for whiners or for those who do not do their share. We accept non relatives into our families and expect openness and respect in return. We are seldom disappointed.
I’M PROUD TO BE ONE OF MAMA ANNICE’S GIRLS

THE SOUND OF A DIPLOMA

 

The Sound of a Diploma
by
Dorothy Graham Clements Gast
This fall my first husband died, and I relived memories of a first romance and failed marriage. The years of depression and humiliation of rejection faded with the busyness of a growing family and career. How funny that the memory of a slap of a diploma on a desk was the spur that kept me going when I felt overwhelmed and led to my greatest achievements.

In the 1950s married students in high school were the center of controversy. So many veterans of the Korean War were back in high school student marriages were becoming quite common. It was believed that they were a negative influence that might spread throughout the system and their effect was hotly debated in faculty lounges, at P. T. A. meetings, and meetings of school boards.
I was born in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, but spent most of my childhood on the family farm in Romulus southwest of town surrounded by family, grandparents, aunts and uncles. Three girl cousins were born in 1936. Muriel was the pretty one, Edith was talented, and I was the smart one with glasses. I wished to trade.
My father was a mechanic for Tuscaloosa County Road and Bridge Department and worked on bulldozers, gravel trucks, and police cars. The persistent black oil under his fingernails belied the fact he could quote whole scenes of Hamlet and Julius Caesar and taught his children poems like Thanatopsis at the dinner table. Mama made us set the table with a cloth tablecloth and napkins, correct silver arrangement around cheap mismatched and chipped dishes.
They never told us we were poor even though dresses and shirts were made from the feedsacks animal feed came in. In fact people came from all over the neighborhood to use World Book encyclopedias from the apple crate bookshelves in our living room.
When I was in high school Daddy was hospitalized for a series of illnesses and off work with no workman’s comp for long periods of time. Even 25 cent lunches were a luxury for our family. He did not want Mama or me to work outside the home.
In Mrs. Maxwell’s tenth grade homeroom one of the most outgoing guys seemed at my elbow constantly. He bought pictures of me from my friends. This was very exciting for a girl who at Romulus the year before was voted Most Likely to be an Old Maid. By Christmas he was carrying my books from class to class and writing notes every night to slip into my books and taking me to the monthly movie in the auditorium after lunch.
In eleventh grade we were inseparable. That year his first cousin and best friend, Houston Hagler, was killed in a motorcycle accident. Frank grew more insistent about our getting married as so many of our classmates were. Crossing the Mississippi line to Columbus Mississippi, where marriage laws were less restrictive was a simple matter and anyone with a driver’s license age over 21 could give permission for those under age. On June 22, 1953, we took a neighbor to give permission and drove to the Columbus, Mississippi courthouse and to a ministers’ home for the ceremony.
We each returned to our separate homes with nothing changed except legal permission to sexual activity. Back then good girls DIDN”T. I got a job at Kress 5 & 10 and he worked at the Pro Shop in Tuscaloosa Country Club. I had begun spending the night with Frank’s sister and doing things weekly with his family because the distance between our homes made dating difficult.
One night Frank’s daddy called Frank and me and his mother into Frank’s bedroom and tossed two pillows to him and said, you might as well have these. He showed us the marriage license and certificate he’d found locked in Frank’s car glove compartment. The next day we drove to Romulus and told my parents. Their faces were so stricken my heart felt the betrayal of the secret marriage.
The only thing they had to give for a wedding gift was a cow to help with the cost of an extra mouth to feed at the Clements. My in-laws and their extended family were very good to me.
About the only thing Frank’s parents and I disagreed on was my returning to high school for my senior year. They felt very strongly that a married woman stayed at home. Despite their objections, I got a job as a part time secretary for the Tuscaloosa County Board of Education and was surrounded by professionals who encouraged me in my school work.
There was a countywide move to purge all high schools of married students and I was able because of regular contact with school board members and administrative staff to lobby for policies to allow those students to stay in school. It worked. Frank and I graduated with our class in 1954.
The faculty drive to remove married students from Honor Society failed to materialize and I wore a maternity dress back to school for the required counseling before our principal, Col. Peterson, signed the diploma received at graduation the night before. He looked at me without a smile, took the diploma, grimly signed it, and slapped in down on the desk toward me.
When my husband deserted me 15 months later, again pregnant with a 10 month old to care for. I remembered the sound of that diploma and felt my same defiance. I will not fail, I’ll get a job. I will take care of my children.
My parents made a place in their home for me and my two daughters and I was able to enroll at the University of Alabama and find jobs to pay tuition and school expenses. Thirty-five months after enrolling I received a B.S. in Elementary Education.
During those years, I had learned when college, family, and job became too much, I could remember the sound of that diploma hitting the desk and feel steel determination flow through me and give me the push to keep trying.

Finding Family

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ONE OF MY FAVORITE FAMILY STORIES. dgg

This story isn’t sad or depressing, but it’s worth the read. Out of all of the sadness I have experienced in the last month, this is the ray of light my daddy left me. In August I met my “new” brother.As a complete surprise to us all, my daddy had fathered a child before he met my mother. He never got a chance to meet his son because the girl was sent away to give birth and put the baby up for adoption.

Fifty-two years later this grown man begins the search for his birth parents. He had a wonderful life with his adoptive parents and always knew he had been adopted, but never felt anything except wanted and loved. His adoptive parents both passed away so he decided to search for his birth parents. Sadly, when he found his birth mother she had just passed away a few months before.

After genetic testing and a lot of research, Kenneth found out who his birth father was – my daddy, John Lawrence Graham. At first, the uncertainty and questions came flooding in, but it didn’t take long to realize that Kenneth is definitely one of the family.

My daddy was so proud of his new-found son. They were able to spend time together twice before daddy got really sick. In Kenneth’s words, “When I first met John I was hoping for a handshake and conversation, what he gave me was a big smile, a warm hug, and sharing of personal experiences in his life.”

Because Kenneth lives in Tennessee, he was with us at the hospital as much as he could be. He took turns with us sitting with daddy during the day and at night, he was there when daddy slipped out of his earthly body and he will be with us as long as he can stand us. God’s timing is perfect.

It was almost as if my daddy was waiting on every detail of his life to come to perfection. His family was complete on earth, so it was time for daddy to move to Glory Land so that his body could be healed and he could rejoice with Jesus over his complete family. Thank you God for loving me so much that you gave me this earthly family.

April Graham Harbin's photo.
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JohnSusan Combs Nicholson
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JohnSusan Combs Nicholson Gods timing is always perfect. I hope you are ok. Love you

Amy Anderson Hydrick
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Amy Anderson Hydrick That is an awesome story, April! Enjoy time with your new brother.

Tina Kostka
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Tina Kostka Love it…so happy for the time he had with him….

Stacy Walker Perry
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Stacy Walker Perry How wonderful! Thank you Jesus!

Denise Roger Burroughs
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Denise Roger Burroughs God gives us our blessings at just the right time. So thankful he had good adoptive parents . Now God has blessed him with you and Lawrence. Awesome story. Thanks for sharing.

Tina Cannon Montgomery
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Tina Cannon Montgomery smile emoticon glad to see you smile

Dorma Brown-blount
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Dorma Brown-blount WOW!!! LOVE IT , ALWAYS LIKE A HEART FELT STORY LIKE THIS/. HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES. LOVE YALL

Lisa Hamner Wheeler
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Lisa Hamner Wheeler Oh my, that gave me chills.

Tammy Lawrence
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Melissa Jones
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Melissa Jones Wow’ April:) that’s amazing!! Sending u all love thoughts and prayers!!:) God is so good!:)

Robbie Case
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Robbie Case What a sweet blessing! God is good!

Missy Denton Ewing
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Missy Denton Ewing What a great picture and awesome blessing

Gail Tunnell
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Gail Tunnell What a wonderful story. I have been praying for you. I know how much you miss your Dad.

Heidi Sumner Soltys
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Heidi Sumner Soltys Wow April. Pretty amazing story. And definitely a “God thing”

Kayla Wilder
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Kayla Wilder Such a blessing! Made my morning! smile emoticon

Kristy Hall Guinn
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Kristy Hall Guinn Thanks for sharing this wonderful and uplifting story! Amazing how God’s timing is done when we least expect it.
Put a new prospective on this week of being Thankful for our family!

Delores Dominick Smith
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Delores Dominick Smith What a sweet story April! Can’t have too much family! So glad he found y’all!

Susan Mathews
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Susan Mathews What a wonderful story!! Such a blessing!!

Melissa Elam Hunter
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Melissa Elam Hunter Wow, I’m in happy tears April! This is such a touching story. I’m so happy that your brother found your dad & your family.

Kay Hyche
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Kay Hyche What an amazing story! I am so glad that everything worked out for good. U now have a “new” brother. God Is good!

Robby N Darla Bigham
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Robby N Darla Bigham God works in mysterious ways.

Russ Neese
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Russ Neese What an awesome story April, thanks for sharing and God bless!!!

Brenda Miles
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Brenda Miles April thank you for sharing! Blessings to you and yours!!

Shelly Faulkner
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Shelly Faulkner Oh wow April I can’t stop crying. That is amazing! ! My heart hurts for your loss. But I agree that God has perfect timing!!!

Loretta Hubbard Felts
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Loretta Hubbard Felts Beautiful. He sure looks like yall. Have a blessed life rejoicing with your family.

Brenda Freeman Snider
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Brenda Freeman Snider Wow so glad God worked things out for your daddy to meet him before he passed. This is such a sweet post. Love you girl

Sylvia Welch Algee
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Sylvia Welch Algee Heart touching story! May God bless you all

Angie Freeman Pugh
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Angie Freeman Pugh what a wonderful story April.

Dawn DiLullo Steele Adams
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Dawn DiLullo Steele Adams Awesome story, so happy for y’all. What part of Tennessee? You deserve some happy times.

Debbie Warren Poole
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Debbie Warren Poole Absolutely Love this Post!

Kimberly Carruth
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Robin Sullivan Ball
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Lisa Mayhall Clark
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Yvonne Hutson Tatum
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Yvonne Hutson Tatum Wow such a sweet amazing, awesome story!!

Kenneth Humphries
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Kenneth Humphries April, you know it took me 3 days before I found your first email to me back in August, and now it took me 4 days to find your fb post. I’m gonna have to learn me some technawlogy one of these days. Then I’m going to write a program or app which deteSee More

Donna Moore
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Donna Moore So Nice to meet you Kenneth…

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Katherine Selman
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Katherine Selman It just keeps getting better!!!!

WesandTerri Cosper
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WesandTerri Cosper This is so amazing! So happy for you all. Kenneth and Kevin were always like brothers to us and we love them to pieces!

Sharon Strickland
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Sharon Strickland April, we have known Kenneth when he bead adopted into the family of Everette & Evelyn Humphrey s, we attended church together, & our children grew up together, so we were together a lot. He went to Mount Carmel’s Homecoming last Sunday, & because we wSee More

Angie Scott Willard
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Angie Scott Willard Congratulations Kenneth on finding such an amazing family. I know aunt Evelyn would be so proud of you. I’d love to see you sometime. We go through Franklin every couple of months.

Terri Allen Foster
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Terri Allen Foster What an awesome blessing for you and the family! Blessings

Maresa Ledbetter
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Maresa Ledbetter Wonderful memories April, and many years to make more.

Gina Goins Perry
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Gina Goins Perry So very happy for you girl!!! Just be happy and memories are forever to cherish each and every day!!!

Vanessa Simmons
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Vanessa Simmons Thank you for sharing such a beautiful story. I’m truly happy for you and your brother. Pretty cool wink emoticon