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SOUTH CENTRAL KENTUCKY HISTORICAL QUARTERLY VOL 4 GLASGOW. KENTUCKY^ JANUARY 3977 NO 4 CONTENTS PAGE DIARY OF LITTLEBERRY J HALEY, DD 80 OFFICERS AND MEN IN LORD DUNMORE'S WAR 84 CLINTON COUNTY KENTUCKY VITAL STATISTICS 1856-57-53 - 87 SMITHS GROVE, KENTUCKY CEMETERY RECORDS - 92 1976 MEMBERSHIP 96 NEWS - NOTES - NOTICES 100 LOCKE FAMILY ASSOCIATION 100 HAPPY 105TH BIRTHDAY LUCY A WARD lOl QUERIES 102 BOOKS ^ BOaCS - BOOKS - , . 1.05 Membership Dues $5.00 Per Calendar Year Includes Issues Published January - April - July - October. Members Joining Anytime During The Year Receive The Four Current Year Issues Only. Queries Are Free to Members. Dues Are Payable January. Back Issues As Long As Available Are $1.50 Each. SEND CHECK TO ADDRESS BELOW South Central Kentucky Historical and Genealogical Society, Inc. P. O. Box 80 Glasgow, Kentucky 42141 DIARY OF LITTLEBERRY J HALEY. DD This diary was prepared and presented by J G Haley, Christmas, 1942. Filmed by the Historical Commission, SBC, November 16, 1967. This copy by courtesy of Allen Haley, 262 Tomahawk Trail, Cedar Rapids, la. When I was about 2 or 3 years old, my parents William A Haley and Elizabeth Haley, moved from Virginia to Kentucky. They moved from near Richmond, in Henrico County. I was too small to recollect much or anything about it, I do seem to have an indistinct recoll ection of some things that occurred on the journey. But it would seeir. trivial to mention them. Belled horses for instance and some sick ness on the way of my mother and the baby (John Haley) which occas ioned some alarm. The trip, made, I should say, about 1835, v/as made by v:agons. There was no other way that it could have been made at that time. No railroads, then. My father first settled in Green Co Ky near Green River. He afte wards settled in Barren County. Near Lafayette, a little town in said county. He was pretty well off when he moved out to Kentucky, but seems not to have been at all successful in business after getting to Ky. He engaged with some parties in mercantile business and lost by them and never recovered from the losses he sustained. He afterwaxds ran a little farm and in that way made a living. He had two children by a former marriage, amd four by my mother. My mother was an Allen - sister of Rev. LW Allen - and from the time that I knew her, she was a very delicate woman. She had been, I have always been told, very beautiful. The names of her four children were William Austin Haley, Littleberry J Haley, John MHaley, and Joseph N Haley. Joseph the youngest died when about six or eight years old. Rather he was killed. He got a grain of corn lodged in his throat and some doctors undertook to cut it out and killed him. He was a sweet and beautiful little boy. How distinctly X remember himi And how distinctly I remember the wretched day, when they took him from play ing with us in the yard and laid him upon the table and held him down and cut his throat! Our parents were then dead and little Joseph was living with Uncle Rev, Reuben Allen. I shall never forget that day, I suppose I was 12 years old. My father died first. He died of paralysis. He had two strokes, at some distance apart. When the second one came upon him, he was from home. He was at a village in the neighborhood known as Lafay ette, He was sitting down at the time and the stroke Ccune upon him and he sunk down and died. How well do I remember when the messen ger came to our house and said, he was dead. It was a sad day. My mother, almost abed, with ill health and we left in the world with out our Father, He was a good father, A quiet, honest, amiable, pious loving father as any child ever had. How I remember his kind and gen tle and loving devotion to us his children. But God saw fit to take him and permitted him to die an easy and quiet death. He was prepared to go. For he was an hiimble, quiet, consistent Christian. None ever '^ore so. His body was brought home and buried at the place where we were then living, in Barren County, Ky. I do hope to be able to visit the graves of my parents some of these days. My father must have died sometime about 1840-3. He was about 50 years old when he died. Betv/een 47 and 50, My mother lived only a short time after his death. Her health failed rapidly and she was soon laid by his side in the 9^^v®y3.rd, that was made on the place where we lived. She was much younger thaoi he. After the death of my parents we were broken up. Everything was sold out and utterly poor, we boys were taken by our uncles on our mother's side. Uncle Austin Allen took me and Uncle Reuben Allen took William and Joseph, and John was taken by Uncle John Allen. This breaking up must have occurred about 1841 or 2 or 3. I lived with Uncle Austin until the spring of '47 when we disagreed and I left him, I then had a half-brother in Louisville, Ky., engaged in the tobacco business. Thomas Haley. He was the surviving child of my father's first marriage. After leaving my Uncle Austin, with the help of my Uncle Reuben Allen, I made my way to my brother Thomas' and was received by him with great cordialality. I spent several months with him and worked in his factory. He was very kind to me, William was also living with him and VJilliam and myself were quite happy together for the few months I was in Louisville. My brother Thomas, however, had some correspondence with my Uncle Littleberry Allen, who lived in Virginia in regard to me and as the result, it was agreed that I should be shipped to my uncle in Virginia. Accordingly, in the month of July 1847 as well as I can now remember, I was put on board a steamboat on the Ohio River at the wharf at Louisville, in charge of some per sons traveling East, and who were friends of my brother Thomas, and jpurney to Richmond, Virginia. I was then about 14 years old, in my 15th. Well do I remember that trip up the Ohio. We were on a nice boat. She traveled slow and it took us nearly two days and one night to reach Wheeling, We however had a good time. Nothing worth relating here occurred. Of course every scene and place was new and the curiosity was ever on the alert with the thought. What next? A trip on one of those Western rivers, in a magnificent steamer such as we traveled on, is well worth taking. We kept to the steamboat until we reached Wheeling, a large and flourishing town on the Ohio, but a very dingy and smoke bedimmed town. Here we spent the night. The next morning, our party having secured a stage for the party, set out across the country to a town called Cumberland on the line of Pennsylvania and Maryland. Which place as well as I can remember we reached on the evening of the 2nd day after we set out from Wheeling. We crossed a country gramd in its mountain scenery and as we had no occasion to be in a great hurry, we enjoyed the scenery no little. I remember one of the most beauti ful scenes we had was the sunset from the top of a very lofty peak of the Alleghany, It was truly grand and made quite an impression on my youthful fancy. I have never seen auiything since that was so greind. We got to Cumberland about night and think we spent the night there, and the next morning we boarded a train of cars and started for Baltimore, Two things struck my attention at Cumberland. One, the vast quantities of chestnuts on the streets, and most of all the railroad. It was the first time I had ever seen a railroad and the first time I ever saw a train of cars. It was the Baltimore RR running to Cumberland, Maryland. Since it has become the Baltimore and Ohio R R, and is one of the institutions of the land. From Cumberland we came on to Baltimore. At a place called the Relay House, my compamy and myself separated. They went on to Balti more and they sent me on to Washington.