Son of Lucy Haley & Payton Alford, husband of Clarinda Ann James, father of: Volumnia, wife of William S Carroll
Barton T
John P
Fannie, wife of John J Liter
Maggie, wife of Marion Hutcherson
Ella, wife of T B Ford
Lucy, wife of Henry C Harp
Mary, wife of John J Liter
Acknowledgement to the Ralls County Historical Society for the following:
January 30th — 1819, in Garrard County Kentucky, James Lawrence Alford, the subject of this sketch was born. His father. Like most Virginians, was an ardent patriot and named his first born in honor of one of the country's greatest navel heroes, Captain James Lawrence, whose celebrated exclamation "Don't give up the ship" holds an exalted position on our patriotic literature and some how or other that same determined sprite of the Chesapeake commander to maintain the right and never give up the ship, truth or principal as he sees it, has characterized the life and conduct of this worth citizen four months older than was the late Queen Victoria. All these years he has been regarded by his neighbors as one of those positive characters whose position on all great questions is never a matter of doubt or uncertainty and whose influence must ever be felt in the age and region about them. His mother was a Kentuckian and a native of the blue grass country. Two of his uncles were with General William Henry Harrison in the battles of River Raisin and Fort Meigs and barely escaped the savage butchery by the Indians under General Proctor. As uncle on his mother's side, Edmond Haley, was am officer in the War of 1812 and was with Jackson at the battle of New Orleans, His grandfather Jacob Alford, was a soldier in the war for independence and carried to the grave the effect of British lead received in battle. With the blood of these old heroes coursing in the veins of our friend, he may proudly boast of grander linage than that of the pompous, king of ancient or modern times. These men who planted the everlasting banner of human liberty under the western skies have contributed more to the good of mankind than all the Kings of earth. Then why should we not revere the memory and honor with enduring monuments the sacred dust of the gallant men of 1776 and 1812? Daniel Dunklin, after whom Dunklin county was named, a Kentuckian; sheriff of Washington County while Missouri was yet a territory; a member of the constitutional convention of 1820; fourth Governor of Missouri; father of our public school system' Surveyor-General for Missouri, Illinois and Arkansas under President Jackson, and as such established the boundary line between Missouri and Arkansas, and laid out many of the counties in those three States, was an uncle, by marriage of Mr. Alford's, the Governor having married Emily Haley, a sister to the mother of Mr. A.. In 1837, Mr. Alford parents came to Missouri. Two Virginia wagons, one pulled by a four-horse team, the other by a yoke of oxen, the long tedious trip was made. His father, mother, eight children and a lot of darkies made up the party that landed at the Thomas Cleaver farm in Pike County, now owned by Frederick Yeager, of New London. The next year a move was made to a farm near Elk Springs, known to this day as the Alford homestead and there the family lived until time, with separating hand parted all never, this side of eternity, to be reunited. On his father's place, in a large stone schoolhouse, most of his education was had. A Mr. Mullens was employed by a generous neighbor by the name of Fry, to teach and there the country boys and girls round about received the rudiments of a particle English education. "On one occasion," says Mrs. Alford, "a circus came to the neighborhood and of course we all wanted to go; some of the parents were willing we should, but the master Mr. Mullens, was not and that settled it. On the morning of the circus day a sorrowful lot of urchins stood around the school waiting for the call to books, when the teacher lined us up boys and girls according to size outside for what purpose we didn't know until he sounded the word ‘forward' and marched us off to the circus. I tell you we were a happy crowd about then. Of course we raised flax with which the women made much of the clothing that was worn by rich and poor alike.
"Jeptha S. Crosthwaite had a hemp mill at Madisonville and for our grinding we went to the old Matson mill, east of London; Chitwood and Krigbaum also had mills in the county which we patronized. The two first hemp shirt I ever wore were made by my wife out of hemp which I raised, beat and hacked." The campaign of 1840 was perhaps the most enthusiastic of any prior to the war. Some injudicious democratic editor, aiming to place a stigma of reproach upon the Whig candidate, General Harrison, declared that the hero of Tippecanoe "was only fit to live in a log cabin with a barrel of hard cider within and a coon skin on the outside to show all passers that a granny and an old dotard lived there"
Barton T
John P
Fannie, wife of John J Liter
Maggie, wife of Marion Hutcherson
Ella, wife of T B Ford
Lucy, wife of Henry C Harp
Mary, wife of John J Liter
Acknowledgement to the Ralls County Historical Society for the following:
January 30th — 1819, in Garrard County Kentucky, James Lawrence Alford, the subject of this sketch was born. His father. Like most Virginians, was an ardent patriot and named his first born in honor of one of the country's greatest navel heroes, Captain James Lawrence, whose celebrated exclamation "Don't give up the ship" holds an exalted position on our patriotic literature and some how or other that same determined sprite of the Chesapeake commander to maintain the right and never give up the ship, truth or principal as he sees it, has characterized the life and conduct of this worth citizen four months older than was the late Queen Victoria. All these years he has been regarded by his neighbors as one of those positive characters whose position on all great questions is never a matter of doubt or uncertainty and whose influence must ever be felt in the age and region about them. His mother was a Kentuckian and a native of the blue grass country. Two of his uncles were with General William Henry Harrison in the battles of River Raisin and Fort Meigs and barely escaped the savage butchery by the Indians under General Proctor. As uncle on his mother's side, Edmond Haley, was am officer in the War of 1812 and was with Jackson at the battle of New Orleans, His grandfather Jacob Alford, was a soldier in the war for independence and carried to the grave the effect of British lead received in battle. With the blood of these old heroes coursing in the veins of our friend, he may proudly boast of grander linage than that of the pompous, king of ancient or modern times. These men who planted the everlasting banner of human liberty under the western skies have contributed more to the good of mankind than all the Kings of earth. Then why should we not revere the memory and honor with enduring monuments the sacred dust of the gallant men of 1776 and 1812? Daniel Dunklin, after whom Dunklin county was named, a Kentuckian; sheriff of Washington County while Missouri was yet a territory; a member of the constitutional convention of 1820; fourth Governor of Missouri; father of our public school system' Surveyor-General for Missouri, Illinois and Arkansas under President Jackson, and as such established the boundary line between Missouri and Arkansas, and laid out many of the counties in those three States, was an uncle, by marriage of Mr. Alford's, the Governor having married Emily Haley, a sister to the mother of Mr. A.. In 1837, Mr. Alford parents came to Missouri. Two Virginia wagons, one pulled by a four-horse team, the other by a yoke of oxen, the long tedious trip was made. His father, mother, eight children and a lot of darkies made up the party that landed at the Thomas Cleaver farm in Pike County, now owned by Frederick Yeager, of New London. The next year a move was made to a farm near Elk Springs, known to this day as the Alford homestead and there the family lived until time, with separating hand parted all never, this side of eternity, to be reunited. On his father's place, in a large stone schoolhouse, most of his education was had. A Mr. Mullens was employed by a generous neighbor by the name of Fry, to teach and there the country boys and girls round about received the rudiments of a particle English education. "On one occasion," says Mrs. Alford, "a circus came to the neighborhood and of course we all wanted to go; some of the parents were willing we should, but the master Mr. Mullens, was not and that settled it. On the morning of the circus day a sorrowful lot of urchins stood around the school waiting for the call to books, when the teacher lined us up boys and girls according to size outside for what purpose we didn't know until he sounded the word ‘forward' and marched us off to the circus. I tell you we were a happy crowd about then. Of course we raised flax with which the women made much of the clothing that was worn by rich and poor alike.
"Jeptha S. Crosthwaite had a hemp mill at Madisonville and for our grinding we went to the old Matson mill, east of London; Chitwood and Krigbaum also had mills in the county which we patronized. The two first hemp shirt I ever wore were made by my wife out of hemp which I raised, beat and hacked." The campaign of 1840 was perhaps the most enthusiastic of any prior to the war. Some injudicious democratic editor, aiming to place a stigma of reproach upon the Whig candidate, General Harrison, declared that the hero of Tippecanoe "was only fit to live in a log cabin with a barrel of hard cider within and a coon skin on the outside to show all passers that a granny and an old dotard lived there"
Son of Lucy Haley & Payton Alford, husband of Clarinda Ann James, father of: Volumnia, wife of William S Carroll
Barton T
John P
Fannie, wife of John J Liter
Maggie, wife of Marion Hutcherson
Ella, wife of T B Ford
Lucy, wife of Henry C Harp
Mary, wife of John J Liter
Acknowledgement to the Ralls County Historical Society for the following:
January 30th — 1819, in Garrard County Kentucky, James Lawrence Alford, the subject of this sketch was born. His father. Like most Virginians, was an ardent patriot and named his first born in honor of one of the country's greatest navel heroes, Captain James Lawrence, whose celebrated exclamation "Don't give up the ship" holds an exalted position on our patriotic literature and some how or other that same determined sprite of the Chesapeake commander to maintain the right and never give up the ship, truth or principal as he sees it, has characterized the life and conduct of this worth citizen four months older than was the late Queen Victoria. All these years he has been regarded by his neighbors as one of those positive characters whose position on all great questions is never a matter of doubt or uncertainty and whose influence must ever be felt in the age and region about them. His mother was a Kentuckian and a native of the blue grass country. Two of his uncles were with General William Henry Harrison in the battles of River Raisin and Fort Meigs and barely escaped the savage butchery by the Indians under General Proctor. As uncle on his mother's side, Edmond Haley, was am officer in the War of 1812 and was with Jackson at the battle of New Orleans, His grandfather Jacob Alford, was a soldier in the war for independence and carried to the grave the effect of British lead received in battle. With the blood of these old heroes coursing in the veins of our friend, he may proudly boast of grander linage than that of the pompous, king of ancient or modern times. These men who planted the everlasting banner of human liberty under the western skies have contributed more to the good of mankind than all the Kings of earth. Then why should we not revere the memory and honor with enduring monuments the sacred dust of the gallant men of 1776 and 1812? Daniel Dunklin, after whom Dunklin county was named, a Kentuckian; sheriff of Washington County while Missouri was yet a territory; a member of the constitutional convention of 1820; fourth Governor of Missouri; father of our public school system' Surveyor-General for Missouri, Illinois and Arkansas under President Jackson, and as such established the boundary line between Missouri and Arkansas, and laid out many of the counties in those three States, was an uncle, by marriage of Mr. Alford's, the Governor having married Emily Haley, a sister to the mother of Mr. A.. In 1837, Mr. Alford parents came to Missouri. Two Virginia wagons, one pulled by a four-horse team, the other by a yoke of oxen, the long tedious trip was made. His father, mother, eight children and a lot of darkies made up the party that landed at the Thomas Cleaver farm in Pike County, now owned by Frederick Yeager, of New London. The next year a move was made to a farm near Elk Springs, known to this day as the Alford homestead and there the family lived until time, with separating hand parted all never, this side of eternity, to be reunited. On his father's place, in a large stone schoolhouse, most of his education was had. A Mr. Mullens was employed by a generous neighbor by the name of Fry, to teach and there the country boys and girls round about received the rudiments of a particle English education. "On one occasion," says Mrs. Alford, "a circus came to the neighborhood and of course we all wanted to go; some of the parents were willing we should, but the master Mr. Mullens, was not and that settled it. On the morning of the circus day a sorrowful lot of urchins stood around the school waiting for the call to books, when the teacher lined us up boys and girls according to size outside for what purpose we didn't know until he sounded the word ‘forward' and marched us off to the circus. I tell you we were a happy crowd about then. Of course we raised flax with which the women made much of the clothing that was worn by rich and poor alike.
"Jeptha S. Crosthwaite had a hemp mill at Madisonville and for our grinding we went to the old Matson mill, east of London; Chitwood and Krigbaum also had mills in the county which we patronized. The two first hemp shirt I ever wore were made by my wife out of hemp which I raised, beat and hacked." The campaign of 1840 was perhaps the most enthusiastic of any prior to the war. Some injudicious democratic editor, aiming to place a stigma of reproach upon the Whig candidate, General Harrison, declared that the hero of Tippecanoe "was only fit to live in a log cabin with a barrel of hard cider within and a coon skin on the outside to show all passers that a granny and an old dotard lived there"
Barton T
John P
Fannie, wife of John J Liter
Maggie, wife of Marion Hutcherson
Ella, wife of T B Ford
Lucy, wife of Henry C Harp
Mary, wife of John J Liter
Acknowledgement to the Ralls County Historical Society for the following:
January 30th — 1819, in Garrard County Kentucky, James Lawrence Alford, the subject of this sketch was born. His father. Like most Virginians, was an ardent patriot and named his first born in honor of one of the country's greatest navel heroes, Captain James Lawrence, whose celebrated exclamation "Don't give up the ship" holds an exalted position on our patriotic literature and some how or other that same determined sprite of the Chesapeake commander to maintain the right and never give up the ship, truth or principal as he sees it, has characterized the life and conduct of this worth citizen four months older than was the late Queen Victoria. All these years he has been regarded by his neighbors as one of those positive characters whose position on all great questions is never a matter of doubt or uncertainty and whose influence must ever be felt in the age and region about them. His mother was a Kentuckian and a native of the blue grass country. Two of his uncles were with General William Henry Harrison in the battles of River Raisin and Fort Meigs and barely escaped the savage butchery by the Indians under General Proctor. As uncle on his mother's side, Edmond Haley, was am officer in the War of 1812 and was with Jackson at the battle of New Orleans, His grandfather Jacob Alford, was a soldier in the war for independence and carried to the grave the effect of British lead received in battle. With the blood of these old heroes coursing in the veins of our friend, he may proudly boast of grander linage than that of the pompous, king of ancient or modern times. These men who planted the everlasting banner of human liberty under the western skies have contributed more to the good of mankind than all the Kings of earth. Then why should we not revere the memory and honor with enduring monuments the sacred dust of the gallant men of 1776 and 1812? Daniel Dunklin, after whom Dunklin county was named, a Kentuckian; sheriff of Washington County while Missouri was yet a territory; a member of the constitutional convention of 1820; fourth Governor of Missouri; father of our public school system' Surveyor-General for Missouri, Illinois and Arkansas under President Jackson, and as such established the boundary line between Missouri and Arkansas, and laid out many of the counties in those three States, was an uncle, by marriage of Mr. Alford's, the Governor having married Emily Haley, a sister to the mother of Mr. A.. In 1837, Mr. Alford parents came to Missouri. Two Virginia wagons, one pulled by a four-horse team, the other by a yoke of oxen, the long tedious trip was made. His father, mother, eight children and a lot of darkies made up the party that landed at the Thomas Cleaver farm in Pike County, now owned by Frederick Yeager, of New London. The next year a move was made to a farm near Elk Springs, known to this day as the Alford homestead and there the family lived until time, with separating hand parted all never, this side of eternity, to be reunited. On his father's place, in a large stone schoolhouse, most of his education was had. A Mr. Mullens was employed by a generous neighbor by the name of Fry, to teach and there the country boys and girls round about received the rudiments of a particle English education. "On one occasion," says Mrs. Alford, "a circus came to the neighborhood and of course we all wanted to go; some of the parents were willing we should, but the master Mr. Mullens, was not and that settled it. On the morning of the circus day a sorrowful lot of urchins stood around the school waiting for the call to books, when the teacher lined us up boys and girls according to size outside for what purpose we didn't know until he sounded the word ‘forward' and marched us off to the circus. I tell you we were a happy crowd about then. Of course we raised flax with which the women made much of the clothing that was worn by rich and poor alike.
"Jeptha S. Crosthwaite had a hemp mill at Madisonville and for our grinding we went to the old Matson mill, east of London; Chitwood and Krigbaum also had mills in the county which we patronized. The two first hemp shirt I ever wore were made by my wife out of hemp which I raised, beat and hacked." The campaign of 1840 was perhaps the most enthusiastic of any prior to the war. Some injudicious democratic editor, aiming to place a stigma of reproach upon the Whig candidate, General Harrison, declared that the hero of Tippecanoe "was only fit to live in a log cabin with a barrel of hard cider within and a coon skin on the outside to show all passers that a granny and an old dotard lived there"
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