My great-great-grandmother Miranda walked the Trail of Tears as a slave. Supposedly, when she got to Arkansas, she sat down and said she wasn't ever walking anywhere ever again, not if she could ride.
When she died, she was the widow of a man named Griffin or Griffith, who was rather well-off for the area and the times --- he had enough land to donate a parcel for a cemetery, and was paying taxes on several buggies, wagons, and horses. Family lore states that Miranda could afford to hire household help and drove a buggy everywhere she went.
One of my relatives married a Cherokee girl that was that was the daughter of the preacher at the Indian church. She saw him and purportedly said to her friend "That's my man if I never git him!"
Apparently he rode his horse right into the church and carried her off!
I believe the likelihood of me being related to you is greater than with anyone else in the Hole...
I never knew my Daddy's people, with the exception of his just older sister, Heppie. Most of my cousins on his side were older, since he was the baby of the family, and they just weren't the 'get together' types, like my Mama's big family!
Wow, there's quite a story in her life. Thanks for sharing that.
Evenin' folkses. :-)
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