Derryberry Family Newsletter Online # 31, May 2, 2002

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I have been bombarded with attachments containing w32.klenz virus and worm
in the last three weeks. I must have gotten near 100 attempts. I trust
that Norton Antivirus successfully protected me. If any of you got an
e-mail that showed me as addressee and contained an attachment, I hope you
did not open it and please let me know so I'll know if Norton was good to
me.

I have received up to two updates from Norton in a single day. They were
apparently on top of it. I received up to 10 e-mails with attachments in a
single day. Norton would always suggest that I quarantine the message and
then delete it, which I did.

Verizon was no help. My router firewall may have helped also. Hope none of
you got it.

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Gloria and Guy Fay Derryberry have been working on hunting for the Georgia
Derryberrys' connection. They think they have it pretty well worked out,
but still lack sufficient proof. Here is a letter I got from Guy on April
30.

"A short message to bring you up to date on some work Gloria is doing in
Allen County, KY concerning Henry Derryberry.

"As you may remember, this is the long lost Henry Derryberry, a son of Jacob
and Christina, whom was always refer to in their estate papers as living out
of state (TN).

"We first found his name mentioned in Warren Co., KY. Next he appeared on
1830 census of Sumner Co., TN. At that point we lost him.

"Gloria and I believe its his descendants, probably grandchildren, who
showed up in Marion Co., TN, just north of Dade Co., GA, then later moved to
Dade Co., GA.

"So, for the last few months, Gloria and I have been hunting this Henry
Derryberry. We believe now we can confirm what happened to him.

"He has at various times appeared under 4 different versions of the
Derryberry name in Allen Co., KY. (1.) Henry Derryberry, (2.) H. Deberry,
(3.) Henry Deberry & (4.) Henry Denreberry. (My comment: the cursive
writing of the small letters n and r, one version, are very similar and the
n used here could have been meant for an r.) Gloria found record of his
death in 1856, June 11 census said born 1776 in NC. This wouldseem to
confirm that the Derryberrys were in NC in 1776, 2 years earlier than the
land grant dates.

"The above Henry is probably the same Henry that was mentioned in NC
military records.

"He apparently came to KY with his uncle Michael about 1802. Found some
evidence that part or all of Jacob's family may have briefly lived in KY
before moving to Warren Co., TN about 1808. I know for sure 3 of Jacob's
children were at one time, shortly after 1800, in KY. One Henry, Michael &
Isaac, and I think but cannot prove John T. was there.

"Its amazing that Jacob's children started off as Derryberrys and the longer
they lived the more likely their name was changed to Deberry. Found this to
be especially in Michael and Henry descendants. All descendants of Michael
& Henry that I know about go by Deberry now, except those in Dade Co., GA.

"Never found Deberryused in Isaac's, John T's. or Abraham's families.

"In 1815 Allen Co., Kyforms a militia, laid off districts to be patrolled 12
hours each month. Henry was appointed in 1st District, along with John
Spencer and Patrick Mahan to work under Edward Lewis.

"Next we find George Smith March 10, 1811 files a will, witnessed by Howel
Smith, James Mahan and Henry Denreberry. Notice the n could have been a
mistake, could have been an r that looks like an n. But notice the e
instead of a y. This spelling goes back to the way the ones in NC spelled
their name. (My comment again: and the way some Durenberger descendants
spelled their name in NJ.)

"It appears to me that our Henry Derryberry is the same person as all those
names above.

"The record, as we now know it, goes like this: Henry born in NC 1776, came
to KY about 1802, Warren Co. about 1815. The part he lived in became Alln
Co., KY. By 1830 he was listed in Sumner Co., TN, just south of Allen Co.,
KY. Here his son Michael marries in 1828 to Maria McCommack. Next Henry
turns up as H. Deberry, living with his daughter-in-law, Maria Derryberry,
in 1850 in Allen Co., KY and dies there June 11, 1856.

"According to census through 1870, many Deberrys still live in the area.
Hopefully we will be able to research some in the area.

"We have Gloria to thank for all this work. The amazing part to me was that
it tied together a lot of little things we had previously found but did not
know exactly how they fitted. (My comment again: I have said many times
that you never know when two apparently insignificant facts may fit together
to prove a bigger supposition to be true.)

"It appears that practically all of this KY set escaped us when trying to
put together information for the Derryberry book. It also appears many of
the old records 1815 up are still intact at the Allen Co., KY courthouse."

Thank you Guy. Thank you Gloria. Any comments anyone?

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Received pictures of Jesse Francis McFarlin and wife Mary Frances Derreberry
with young Loy Lester McFarlin and John Maxwell Derreberry and wife, and CD
with Barron Cemetery stones from Cheryl Corey.

Received pictures of Elizabeth Eurora Derryberry Hutchins from Linda
Deckert.

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An Eleanora Sheldon e-mailed Andy, who forwarded to me, query about her
ancestors: Abraham Richard Derryberry and Elizabeth Jackson (daughter of
Francis McDuffy Jackson and Florida Elizabeth Bradford) of AR. There were
nine siblings in her mother's family, Sylvia, Era (mistakenly listed as Eva
in a census), Gladys, Clydra, Maxine, Avodna, Iva-Jane (aka Darlene, my
mother) and Abraham Richard, Jr.

Eleanora quoted 1910 census of Pike Co., AR, Pike City Township, page 280A
129/129 which listed Abe as 28 born in AR, parents both born in TN, a
millwright; Elizabeth 26, born in AR father born in AR and mother born in
KY; Sylvia 3 born in AR; and Eva 1 born in AR.

I have an Abram Richard 'Abe' Derryberry in my database that seems to fit
but wife does not fit. Eleanora's listing for wife is Elizabeth Jackson.
My listing is Jane Stanley, daughter of Charlotte Elizabeth Jackson Stanley,
father's first name unknown. I wish I knew where my information came from,
but I failed to note its source. My Abe born 13 Apr 1882 in AR to Newton C.
and Delia Derryberry, died Aug 1964 in Nueces Co., TX, re: Social Security
Records. His children were Darlene Iva Jane, Maxine, Clydra, Ted and Abram
Richard, Jr., if my information is correct. I cannot be sure it is totally
correct. Abram, Jr. born 16 Sep 1922, died Jul 1981 in Harris Co., TX, re:
Social Security Records.

My database shows that Abram, Sr. lived near Murfreesboro, AR and died at
Corpus Christi, TX, once lived at Holdenville, OK and Longview, TX.
Daughter Darlene went to Longview High School. Abram, Sr. reportedly ran
away from home at about age 10 -12 and never had further contact with the
family. He is believed to have had siblings Robert E. Lee, Gilbert and
Victoria, which indicates Newton C. as his father. Darlene married a Smith.
Abram, Jr. went to school in Holdenville, OK. He seems to fit the Abe on
the 1910 census of Pike Co., AR, but not proven.

Input appreciated.

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Marni Stapp, 382 Allendale Rd, Pasadena, CA wrote that she is a descendant
of Catherine Derryberry through Almeda Dennison. She was looking for
marriage records for Catherine and Bird Dennison. I referred it on to Guy
F. since he is related to Bird and Catherine. Marni had found the
Derryberry book in the LDS Library in LA.

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Pat Duggan says she has pictures of ones not in her direct line that she
would be willing to share with someone in those lines. She is sending them
to me and I will put copies on the CD. The originals will be available to
interested descendants. They are: Ridley, Oscar or LC Derryberry; Addie
Amis; Mary Elizabeth Amis Derryberry; Mary A. King, Margaret Daniel Amis,
Ephraim and Jennie Bell Derryberry, Willie Bell Derryberry and several other
from Corsicana, TX with no names. If anyone is interested in them, let me
know your desires.

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Don Cross' cousin was in the Niarobi Embassy bombing. He recommends that
you go to
http://www.ellen-bomer.com site for details. She is related
through the Derryberry/Bain marriage.

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Robert Carlton Derryberry, Sr. died Sunday April 28, 2002 at 1am. He lived
in Columbia, TN. He will be remember by many. He was past President of the
Derryberry Family Association and grandfather of Paul Derryberry.

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From Andy Derryberry:

RESOLOTION

WHEREAS, Sherman Derryberry served as magistrate ftom the Second Civil
District on the Marshall County Quarterly Court for many years; and

WHEREAS, Squire Derryberry gained the esteem of his fellow magistrates
during that time for his fairness, his integrity, his conscientious
dedication to the office and his gentlemanly conduct; and

WHEREAS, Squire Derryberry shall be missed by his fellow magistrates who
shall always treasure his friendship and remember his example of unselfish
public service;

NOW, THEREFORE, BE IT RESOLVED this resolution be spread upon the minutes of
the Marshall County Quarterly Court this 16th day of October, 1967, as a
memorial to Squire Sherman Derryberry, and that a copy of this resolution be
presented to his family as a token of the esteem of his fellow magistrates.

Serman No. 585

BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

A sermon delivered by Batsell Barrett Baster on February 25, 1968, at the
Hillsboro Church of
Christ, Nashville, Tennessee and heard over radio station WLAC at 8:05 P.M.
Recently, Clay Derryberry, a student in one of my classes paid this
well-written and meaningful tribute to his grandfather, Sherman Derryberry,
"My grandfather was a wonderful man. I suppose everyone thinks his
grandfather is fine, but mine was unique. He was born in 1889 on a farm in
Marshall County, Tennessee, of middle class farm parents. His early years
were saturated with hard work and loving discipline. His formal education
only included the first eight grades, while the greatest of his knowledge,
which was sizeable, came from the living of life. Those horse-and- buggy
days gave him a toughness and love for work which he never lost. The last
thing he did before he died was to plow a corn patch with a double shovel.
He always had corn patches--extra one with beans and peas so he might give
some to his friends and neighbors, and especially to those who did not have
any...Somehow through his limited education and contact with life, he
acquired the desire to read. He read, slowly and awkwardly often times, but
he read the bible. His best merit in reading was that he would go back and
be sure he understood what he read, and his greatest merit in life was that
he practiced what he read devoutly. Not only that, he talked about it
whenever he could and was blessed with a tremendous capacity for being
fruitful in moral ideas...In fact, he lived what he read so well and in such
a humble spirit that almost everyone in Marshall county and the surrounding
counties knew his name, his faith, and his good works. Whenever he was
around gross sinners they held their tongues and walked carefully. When he
was aroung people who claimed to be Christians but still loved the world,
they felt guilty and hid the beer they were drinking at the store at
Christmas time when he happened in. I have heard them say so themselves...A
well-known and respected person, he was on the county court. He was an elder
in the church. He loved preachers and preaching, but even more he love the
righteous living of life. It is believed by many that more people were at
his funeral than had been at any other funeral in Marshall County for a long
time. No one could say a truthful word against him...His life illustrated
the power Christ can have in a life and upon those surrounding it. I believe
that his life
shows that a person does not have to be highly educated according to the
world's standard to be a true and devout. Christian. His life and the
influence of Christ in it remind of me Micah 6:8---'What doth Jehovah
require of the, but to do justly, and to love kindness, and to walk
humbly with thy God.'" This truly is a beautiful tribute to a beautiful
life.

Some remembrances from Andy Derryberry:

When you farm, you run into all kinds of critters. And some of them have
stingers. Some of the worst stinger critters to tangle with are bumble bees.
My grandfather, Sherman Derryberry, however, had a way with stinging things
that I've never before or after seen.

We were hauling hay and storing the bales in the barn at Daddy's place. Some
of the older hay needed re-arranging to make for easier storage of the new
hay. So we tore into a small stack of old hay that needed moving. The only
problem was that there was a bumblebee's nest in that stack of hay.

I observed bumblebees a lot while we milked the cows. The bees seemed to
adopt an area and patrol it like a highway patrolman on steroids. But they
only bothered other insects. They just flew around the cows and Clay and
Daddy and I as we moved into and out of the barn while milking the cows. If,
however, you threw a pebble through the bee's patrol area, it would chase
and sting the pebble. Other bumble bees and any other flying insects got the
same treatment.

The rules change drastically, though, when you get close to the bumble bee's
nest. They then become devious, relentless stinging zombies. In the hay
loft, the bees from the disgorged nest patrolled the floor at an altitude of
about six inches ready to sting, sting, sting. They also assume the method
of really mean dogs. They trail you at a distance until the opportune time
and then ... attack.

Pa was not bothered in the least by the Bumble bees. I, on the other hand,
was terrified. The dread of the sting is probably worse than the event
itself and I was not ready to be stung. Pa proceeded with the business at
hand, working the hay. The bumble bees flew around him considerably, but he
got not a single sting. I stuck with the program as much as I could, but it
wasn't long before I was being trailed by a persistent pursuer and I was
terrified.

There was a stairwell to the barn loft near the corn crib that we used
occasionally. I found no other exit but to dash down (drop actually) the
stairwell to safety. I couldn't stay long, though, because everyone else was
busy with hay. So, even though it seemed like I had broken something
crashing down the stairs, I went back up to continue working the hay. And
continue keeping a constant backward glance to have advance warning of
aggressor bees. The bees finally relented and we finished the work without
any significant delay. Pa, in fact, had never paid the bees any
mind at all.

Before we began that day, Pa did notice a fairly large yellow jacket nest
fixed to a vertical beam and located about chest high. This was an ideal
location for the yellow jackets to score some quick and unexpected hits. Pa
had his leather work gloves on and calmly walked over to the nest, grabbed
it in one hand, gave it a firm milk farmer grip and tossed it outside. A few
yellow jackets got away, but they didn't tarry long. Maybe the decided to
begin a new nest in a less dangerous place (for them, that is).

Pa had dealt with the Bumble bees and yellow jackets like they were just a
nuisance, like mosquitoes. Even from a prospective of of more years, I won't
deal with Bumble bees and yellow jackets the way Pa did.

Pa was an elder at the Verona Church of Christ for many years, and he pretty
much opened, closed and maintained the building when I was in grade school.

One Sunday there a person up for baptism, and on getting to the water tank
behind the pulpit, which was kept for that purpose, it was found dry.

Even I as a child realized that this was one of the things that happen, and
there was really no blame for anyone is such a thing. But Pa took it rather
personally that the tank didn't have water in it when called for use. He
tearfully apologized to the congregation for allowing the water to leak out
of the tank. I though he was apologizing to a lot of people that didn't do
anything at all to maintain the building, but of course, I was a child. What
did I know.

Within a few days it fell upon us (Pa, me, and maybe Clay) to repair the
offending pipe. Once under the building the leak was clearly marked with a
small crack and lots of rust. We proceeded to attack the leak with many
layers of plastic and other plugging material. I didn't think our effort had
the slightest chance of working, but we relentless plied layer on layer of
non-metallic patch to that iron pipe.

To this day I don't know if the pipe leaked any or held the water at all.
That patch could still be on the pipe today, or it may have had to be redone
right away. I do know that we worked hard for there to be water for the next
baptism.

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Pa was not the most mechanical of people. I never could understand this
because my Daddy, Billy, has always been extremely mechanical. I, myself,
have always had a mechanical turn of mind as well as my brother, Clay.

Maybe it's got more to do with our own time than ourselves. Pa grew up and
lived in the age of non-mechanical agriculture. Field work was done with
mules and the metallic implements that were designed for that type of power.
While he saw the widespread use of machine driven agriculture, I had the
impression that Pa was neither comfortable or happy with the noisy machinery
of modern times. Daddy, of course was young when the gasoline engine took
over and mastered its workings. I think Pa, perhaps, didn't need to know
more about things that he didn't
particularly like anyway.

I do know that Pa enjoyed farm work and worked the day before his last trip
to the hospital. To see him clip the pastures with the pull mower and a team
of mules was to see a man in his element. The quiet grunting and breathing
of the working mules, and the placid clicking of the mower as he spiraled
inward working around the field were Pa's place and I think he simply loved
it.

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This is the first newsletter in well over two months and it almost didn't
happen. I got such underwhelming response to the last newsletter that I
wonder if there is sufficient interest to continue. If you have an opinion
on a CD of family pictures, I'd welcome it, for or against, whichever.

Maybe the $1 donation to NDFA scared them off. OK, no donation, but
pictures MUST be either the original or a laser copy. Originals will not be
returned, unless a stamped self-addressed return envelope is included. I am
currently accepting pictures of deceased descendants or spouses only. May
add living descendants and spouses later. Have to wait and see how much
response. If insufficient interest, the project will be scrapped.

Bob Derryberry