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January 04, 2013


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Do you have any information on Toy/Troy/Roy Proctor born 1891 son of William Proctor?

I found this story (author is member Shag2Cat on Ancestory.com):

Family of Moses Treadway (of Daniel, Daniel, Richard, Richard)

Moses Treadway born 12 Mar 1812 in Anson Co., North Carolina, married/partners with two women. He was listed in the early Swain County History as County Commissioner. He married Mary Ragsdale on 01 January 1829. Mary was born ca 1810 in North Carolina. Moses and his family were listed in the 1850 Union Co., North Carolina Census; Moses 38, Mary 40, Francis M. 16, Henry 14, Steven 10, Eli 9, Evalina 3/12. Moses was listed as a farm laborer in the household of Lewis and Mary Smith in the 1860 Wilkesboro, Wilkes Co., North Carolina Census. Moses and Mary separated/divorced. Mary and her children; Francis, Henry, Steven, and Evalina left North Carolina by Ox cart toting their belongings, a rooster, and a dog, and traveled to Alabama before 1858. Family tradition states that the dog was lost along the way, but showed up 3 months later (This story was given to me from John Hudson, handed down to him from his Uncle John Lazenby, Jr.). Mary and her children except for Francis were listed in the 1860 Fayette Co., Alabama Census records. Mary was also listed in the 1870 E-Division, Fayette Co., Alabama Census, and the 1880 Fayette Co., Alabama Census records, living with Mary Berreyhill, and next door to her son Francis (Thank you Claudia Angel). Mary died on 27 August 1885, and is buried in the Turkey Nest Hill Cemetery, Walker Co., Alabama (Thank you for Mary's information John Hudson). Moses and Mary's children were:

1. Infant, b: 1830, Anson Co., NC. 2. Infant, b: 1832, Anson Co., NC.
3. Francis Marion Treadaway, b: 16 Sept 1833, Anson Co., NC
4. Henry G. Treadway, b: 12 May 1835, Anson Co., NC.
5. Steven Treadaway, b: 1839, Anson Co., NC
6. Evalina Treadway, b: Jul 1850, Union Co., NC

Please note that the part of Anson County that Moses and his family lived in, became Union County in 1842.

Moses was married/partners with his cousin Mary Polly Stegall. Not sure if they ever married or not

as no record has been found . Mary was born in 1820 in Anson Co., North Carolina, the daughter of John and Thesa Stegall. John was the brother of Elizabeth Stegall who married Moses Treadway, Sr. Family tradition states that Moses and Mary lived in Alabama for about 3 years and then came back to North Carolina. Mary and her family were listed under Stigall (Stegall) in the 1850 Union Co., North Carolina Census records 2 doors down from Moses; Mary Stigall 30, Margaret 8, Menzia 7, Nicholas 5, and Louisa 2. Mary and her family were listed in the household of her stepson Eli Treadaway in the 1860 Jenkinston, Union Co., North Carolina Census records, all under Treadaway. In the 1870 Union Co., North Carolina Census records Moses, Polly and their children were listed together. Mary died 1896 and is buried in the Walnut Grove Baptist Church Cemetery, Wilkes Co., North Carolina. Their children were:

7. Eli Asco Treadway, b: 23 Oct 1840, Union Co., NC
8. Margaret Elizabeth Treadway, b: 10 Mar 1842, Anson Co., NC, married David Laws. David was born ca 1840 in NC. They were listed in the 1880 District 8, Washington Co., Tennessee Census. Margaret died on 22 April 1890 in North Carolina. 9. Miniza Ann Treadway, b: 10 May 1844, Union Co., NC
10. Louisa Treadway, b: 1846, Union Co., NC
11. Nicolus Treadway, b: Dec 1848, Union Co., NC
12. Elvina Treadway, b: Apr 1850, Union Co., NC, married John Allen Smith on 07 Sept 1862 in Wilkes Co., NC. They migrated to AR.
13. Mary Rectanna "Pocahantas" Treadway, b: 10 May 1852, Union Co., NC 14. Moses Washington Treadway, b: 07 Sept 1855, Union Co., NC

Moses died 07 Nov 1890 and is buried in the TowString Cemetery, Oconaluftee Twp., Swain Co., North Carolina. Note: It is said that Moses was the first white man to have been buried in that cemetery.

Mr. Casada,
Thank you so much for your beautiful words! I love that when I read this I get the same rush of powerful emotions I felt that day. I am truly honored to be included in this lovely piece about the mountains.

Your site is so great! My parents and I read it daily. Thanks again to Chitter and Chatter for the wonderful music, and thanks to all three of you for coming across the lake with my family and me.

To everyone who made the trip Hazel Creek on September 9, 2012,
I only spent one day with the group of you, and yet I feel connected to you all. That is what the mountains do, and that is what a Jesus experience like my baptism does. I feel so very blessed to know you all, and to have had you there at the most important day of my life. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for showing me such love and support.

I will see you on the next boat across Fontana.

Elisabeth Holt

Thank you, Don, for such a beautiful 'painting' of your home.It does indeed call,inspire and provoke all the senses.
I will consult your map site, as I have a map-brain and am a map-freak, especially historic.

This is a wonderful article - it enlightens me more about the area that my great-grandparents lived upon during the late 1800's (George Addison and Matilda Herren Brooks). Thank you, cousin Christine, for sharing this story and your lovely family with us all.

I wrote a long "Thank You" to Don, Tipper and my good friend Christine Cole Proctor and posted it here but is has disapeared again. Guess it was the "Little People"again. I'm to tired to write it again.

Peggy L.

One of the most beautiful stories I have ever read Mr. Casada! Love the pictures.

This was wonderful and I was fortunate enough to be in the Proctor area twice, many years ago. My Samuel Cable was the second family with the Proctors. My dad, Jacob Cable, "Little Jake" son of George left Proctor at 17 but always spoke and loved the area. Thanks for letting us share with you.

Don, my soul needed filling today-thank you!

This is a dossy of a story.. I really did enjoy it.. Thanks for the story Don..

Thanks for the reminder of "Home"

Thanks for the post Don and Tipper. I am not from the mountains but married into a family from there. I was 17 the first time I went to Bryson City with my boyfriend, Dennis Cole and future family. I fell in love with the area and visit as often as I can. I was at Hazel Creek for the Baptism of Elisabeth. It was a glorious day and I was blessed to be a part of it. Thanks again. Teresa Cole

Don, I so enjoyed your post! :)
A truly beautiful and poignant slice of the love we all share for our mountains and what a serene and lovely location for a mikveh.
Tipper, from your description I could almost feel the gentle passing of the Ruach HaKodesh that day. Thank you both for a wonderful start to my shabbat!

I really enjoyed Don's story of
life in the Smokies. When he mentioned the town of Bushnell, I
was reminded that my Dad and Mom
once lived there, right after they
were married.
Last fall, along with Tipper and
others, I was privileged to attend
a meeting at Bryson City, where Don and his partner shed lots of
light on the events at Hazel Creek.
Thank you Don for this amazing and
well-written project...Ken

What a wonderful story and a glimpse into the past.

Thanks to many for the comments.

I just noticed an error in names -for which I am responsible. It should be James Gudger Stikeleather (or Jim) who, along with Jack Coburn owned most of the land in the area.

I'd originally and inexplicably written his given name as "George" instead of "Jim." I caught it last night and sent Tipper a comment in the wee hours of this morning, but the Stikeleather last name got lost in the shuffle.

Stikeleather had just under 22,700 acres of land in the Hazel Creek area that was taken in the combination of the original park formation and in conjunction with the Fontana project. He also had purchased over 900 acres of land in the Cataloochee area which was taken by the park.

Located in Asheville, with strong influence in the Asheville Chamber of Commerce, he rubbed shoulders with western NC elite, including the Vanderbilts. His company letterhead title noted "Real Estate" and "Investments" with subtitles of "Timber Lands", "Mineral Lands", "Water Power", and "Game and Fish Preserves".

Great job Don! I enjoyed that. Thanks Tipper.

Don Casada's words touch a chord with me and remind me of former days, friends and family long gone, but not forgotten.
He paints a picture with words that are a poignant reminder of days that were sometimes hard, but rewarding.

Don's account of the bind the mountains has on us who grew up in the hills and hollers of Appalachia is touching, memorable, thought-provoking and beautiful. I agree that Don could have found his way as a writer, too! In fact, in this essay, he is "already there." I followed with delight and much nostalgia the boat and its people, the baptism, and especially the description, so wisely and differently stated, of the streams and the area. This is definitely my kind of writing! Thank you Don; and thank you, Tipper, for giving us this treat through Blind Pig. The Proctors are like "my" people; for my ancestors came to settle "my" beautiful Choestoe Valley along Nottely River and between Bald and Blood, the two highest mountains in North Georgia!

Beautiful and evocative. Thanks Don.

You have a gift of putting words into
a language that is well understood by
those who love the mountains. Thanks for sharing! Tarbaby

I enjoyed Don's story very much. I'm thinking he touched all of us with the glory of the mountains.
Don't all of us want to snuggle back in a safe place and be hugged by God? That is the feeling that I recieved from Don's story. It is hard to share our treasure that our ancestors found, but we should because all people need a big Appalachian mountain hug...
Thanks Tipper, and Don

What a great story! It was obviously from the heart.

That photo of looking up Hazel Creek basin really makes one pause to think about the beauty of the high country.

The photo of the baptism of Eliazbeth (to me) was a powerful scene. I would suppose that the song that was sung that day, "Shall we gather at the river" is the song (or one of the songs) that would be sung at most baptisms; It was sung at mine.

Tipper--Forgive me for a small measure of brotherly pride, but as is so often the case, Miss Cindy is right on target. I'm a putative wordsmith (which is to say I earn my daily bread through the written word), but I've told Don on more than one occasion that he may have missed his calling. He could have functioned as a writer just as well as he does as an engineer.

Familial pride aside, the real theme here is one I suspect the vast majority of Blind Pig readers realize to the depths of their being. It is an abiding, unfathomable, but nonetheless real and abiding love for what John Parris called "These Storied Mountains" and Leroy Sossamon styled "The Backside of Heaven."

Simply put, these mountains hold our souls.

Jim Casada

those mountain stories mean so much to me. My ancestors came from Swain and Macon counties and we spent our summer vacations there every year by The Little Tennessee River. They worked from sun up to sundown but always had food to eat. I treasure the stories about Needmore because that is where many of them lived and it makes me sad that there is only the swinging bridge left but not in the same place as I remember. Really enjoyed reading this.

Only the title is a little wordy, Don. The rest of your story is well written speaks volumes about and for a people who were pushed from their homeland in the name of progress and civilization. Not only our white ancestors but our red brethren who preceded them. Your map shows most of the land west of the river is still Cherokee Indian Land. So the Trail of Tears is yet to happen. But civilization?? and progress?? cannot be stopped. I'll stop now before I start to preach. Anyway I really enjoyed your post!!

Thank you for how you put it into words. My family is from the Tn side in Cades Cove. The only way I know to describe it to my husband, is that when we are there, it is tho the very DNA in my blood cries out HOME

This was a beautiful and informative write up. I really enjoyed reading it and learning about the rivers/streams.

Great piece Don. it's my honor and privilege to know the Procters. Though my home place lies up the Little T several miles I can now more readily identify with those who left the area due to the Park and Fontana Lake since it is now owned by the Nature Conservancy and administered by the NC Wildlife Commision. I am more fortunate than they since roads allow me to visit Needmore where I was raised but I can still identify with the feelings of loss those removed as well as their descendants feel. The sweat equity we invested in these hills and vales while making a living is what I think draws us back to a large degree as well as the remembered good times we enjoyed with our families and friends. After a few generations in these encapsulated mountain communities everyone was related by blood or marriage so everyone shared the feeling of belonging to the communities that one doesn't find in larger more diverse communities.

Loved the post Don, It is one of my keepers. God Bless, Grandmother Joy.

Don thanks for sharing these wonderful words with all of us. I feel a calling to these precious mountains even though I have no connections to people there. I often feel like the stork made a mistake and dropped me in Florida instead of the Smoky mountains. Maybe one day I'll find a little plot of land there to call my home.

I was well acquainted with one of the families that had to relocate from the waters of Fontana Dam. Pat Cable, a son of the Cable family moved to Canton, NC and was employed by the paper mill there.
I fished several times with one of Pat’s sons and he pointed out some of the places along the shore line about the family.
Enjoyed your write-up.
Charles Fletcher

Truly inspiring.

Beautifully written,Don, Thank you! Your love of these mountains shines through every word. You honor us all as you honor the mountains that call to all of us who live here.
So, what happend to the rivers, mountains, and land....is it good, is it bad? Yes, it is life.

Thanks for a story well told, Don. Seems Jim isn't the only wordsmith in your family.

Echoes of my heart too.
Enjoyed much!

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