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Empire Avenue, Rich and Famous

July 25, 2013 6 Comments

Michael Q Todd

Michael Q Todd

I am surprised to tell the gentle readers how much I love Empire Avenue. Yesterday I read a blog post by @mqtodd about Empire Avenue as an analytics tool. I had not considered joining before, but his logic convinced me to take a look.  Overnight I am a bizillionaire, and my account keeps refilling with magic money to buy shares in my fellow members. What is not to like?  The other interesting aspect of the magic currency, sometimes mixed with real money, is the way you can spend it on missions.  I have only done a few since I am less than 24 hours into my Empire building, but they are fun. I voted for an Estonian lady to win the best floral balcony in her town, for which she may win a trip to Spain.  She gave me a giant payment in E bucks.  Her balcony was very nice, so I had no problem helping her win.

People create groups and missions that promote blog posts, pages, Pinterest follows, or floral balconies.  The mission creator offers a payment from his own E bank account to the members who complete the mission.  It is efficient and there is no need to participate if this does not call to you.  In the meantime, your own stock value is changing based on others buying into you.  You then have E bucks to buy stock in other individuals.  It works like the stock market and has charts that are similar to track shares.  These people have my number (pun intended).  I have never played a video game, and am not at all tempted to control an avi in an action scene.  However, giving me an imaginary stock portfolio and people who want to play stock market is bait that surely does turn me on all the way.  I hired a fiduciary to handle my real life investments last year because the election campaign freaked me out too much to continue to handle my own investments.  They short the markets, buy commodities, and all kinds of crazy stuff that I will not in my lifetime understand.  I am happy with their services and with the time I do NOT spend watching the markets now. I am free to do more fun activity ……like in vest in a pretend stock market.

I am non competitive at one level, but when I see a chart of my own performance I sincerely want to improve.  Since this is not real money and my financial welfare is not at risk I could see myself going deep into the time investment.  As with all things, balance and control are needed.  It is a bigger thrill to learn that your portfolio value has quadrupled than to hear that someone gave you a K in tea.  I do not suffer from the ubiquitous FOMO although I participate in many social networks. This one with charts and value presents some danger to this cozy neutral situation.  I am now on the market and people are buying into me..hmmm. This is essentially what the rest of social media is too, strangers buying into you.  Mike mentions the social aspect, which I have already begun to feel from my shareholders and group members. I have always admired him for his bright green wig, and now I am his shareholder.  I love it.

Color Wheel Love

July 24, 2013 3 Comments

A model exists to measure and quantify your style of love. Known as Color Wheel Model of Love, the theory posits that people with similar love styles form more lasting relationships.  All relationships are subject to mixing and morphing of styles;  it would be rare to find a single pure style in one person.

The primary styes are:

  • Eros-love as romantic ideal
  • Ludos-love as a game
  • Storge-love as friendship

Secondary styles are:

  • Pragma-practical choice
  • Agape-spiritual selfless love
  • Mania- dramatic ups and downs
color wheel love

color wheel love

Mixing the styles creates a full rainbow. Take this quiz if you are curious about your styes.  This idea was published by John Lee in his book, The Colors of Love , available on Amazon.  It makes sense to me.  Do you identify with one or more of these styles?

Color Magic

July 23, 2013 3 Comments

Color has magical qualities.  Color plays a role in ritual, in design, and in folk medicine around the world.  In Feng Shui customs, cures, and auspicious building sites are color coded.  Color and love are symbolically entwined, intrinsically related. Emotions are influenced by color. What do your colors say about you?

  • Do you wear the same colors all the time?
  • Do you decorate with the same hues?
  • Is your wardrobe organized, or randomly stored?
  • Do you have strong identification with one color?
  • Do you have intense dislike of any color?

Look around today to learn more about your sensitivity to your surroundings.  An interesting exercise to try is choosing one color, then noticing how you encounter it during the day. Notice if it is in your food, your work, or your fashion.  Pay attention to the way you feel when you run into this color.  Does it throw you off balance in some emotional way? Does it have meaning of a symbolic nature?

Create Your Own Fashion

July 22, 2013 4 Comments

For years I made most of my clothing and a lot of the items for my home, like curtains.  I have always had very specific fashion requirements that were fostered by my sewing mother.  She achieved greater skill and ability as a tailor, but I know I got the idea, and perhaps some talent, from her.  My parents went to conventions with petroleum engineers all over the world.  Months before the trip my mother would make outfits for the event that included matching hats and shoes.  She often looked like QEII with all the matchy-matchy.  She did have clothes from stores, but her best stuff in the 1950’s was made with her own hands.

Last year I started sewing again because I own a big stash of fabric and two machines.  I found that creating with fabric  makes me happier than ever.  I used to sew because it was a cheap and easy way to create my clothing; ironically, now supplies are much more expensive, making it much less of a bargain.  The satisfaction is in the choices at each step along the process.  I do not need to buy any fabric, but rather need to use all the leftovers I have collected.  This is like going through the fridge and deciding to make soup based on what you have. You decide what makes it delicious.  It will be exactly to your taste.

Color and pattern work together in creating a design.  My fabric stash offers many different weights and composition in fabric.  I selected them because they fit into a color palette that matches other items in my wardrobe. I have both woven and knit to use in my fall collection. I will start by making a wrap skirt to keep it simple.  I am not in the mood for zippers.  I am seeking fairly instant gratification. I also want to use  my stash without buying any more fabric or notions.  I own some great buttons, and should get them out to see what they might enhance. The creativity of working with fabric, notions, and design is endless.  Evolving hand made fashion is especially fulfilling to me.  I may take apart some old garments and reuse my favorite parts of them too. I admire all the upcycled fashion I see being used in new ways.  Even folks who don’t sew or have a machine can find really cool designs to create from knit fabric, like tee shirts. Join the fun for fashion that expresses the real you.

Alternatives to Dissapointment

July 21, 2013 7 Comments

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune are brutal.  If you find yourself in a world you never made looking for ways to avoid reality, you may be heading for the ultimate disappointment, the end of  your life.  You are heading in that direction with or without your own acknowledgement.  One of the important steps to take is facing mortality.  Your parents and all our relations have ,or will at some time, die.  Typically we never think of ourselves in this group.  The dead are like traffic; you consider yourself as separate from the activity even when you are in the middle of it.  Of course if you are reading this we think you are alive, but this is not a permanent state.  Eventually you will run out of time, no matter how you have spent it. You probably mind your financial accounts.  When will you begin to account for your time?

Time and responsibility are needed to create:

  • well being
  • strength
  • flexibility
  • humor
  • mental agility
  • strong constitution
  • social balance
  • family unity
  • community peace

Assbook, Social Media Platform for the Obtuse

July 20, 2013 10 Comments

vortex

vortex

energy

energy

ligth

ligth

I have heard much ado about civility online lately. I agree that there has been a lapse in good manners in the comments and discussions taking place.  I participate in many social media platforms happily now.  In the past I have connected with people who do not have the slightest interest in me, but would like to add me to the list of recipients of their highly ill-matched sales pitches.  It took me some time to figure out how to avoid them in the first place, but I removed the ability they had to communicate with me.  I have learned from experience how to detect and eliminate the one way, all selly-sell-sell relationships in the bud.  I have also learned by being the recipient how to offend and run off potential business with an obtuse view of how media works for everyone.  I was taught by the best to be a Trust Agent, but only after a few years of practice do I grasp what that means. Basically, to be trusted one can not be seen as a selfish ass.  To make sure you are not seen as an ass, refrain from all infantile negative activity on-line.  Everyone acts stupid with friends and family in person, in context, and frequently at home.  Let that be your only venue for assholic behavior. You will get you immediate retribution from those live folks in a fully appropriate karmic way that will not require the attention of the public….no need to tweet us about it….just keep it to yourselves.

I propose that those of you who insist that social media platforms exist to assist you in poisoning the water for everyone form your own social network.  Assboook could be a place for meaningless promotion and insincere influence credit.  To exchange +A with others will be a form of building and defining influence as an on line jerk.  Categories of influence, and groups aligned with these special interests will show Assbook members where to go to find the most meaning:

  • MLMs
  • Coaching
  • Social media experts
  • Narcissism
  • Bacon

The only reason to include bacon is that no social media platform could ever expect to be popular without at least a little #bacon.

Corporalita

July 19, 2013 2 Comments

Leonardo, the maestro, was guided by core principals. Cultivation of grace ambidexterity, fitness, and poise were central to Da Vincian thought. He viewed healing as “restoration of discordant elements” in a person. His copious notes on personal responsibility for our own health and well being were left for history. Many think of the Mona Lisa smile as his signature work, but probably the best known of all his art work is the anatomical range of motion dude in a circle and square known as Vitruvian Man.  His study of anatomy was accompanied by observation of his own body in relation to his wellness and fitness routine. His self portraits are studies in facial anatomy as well as in painting technique.

He advised people to dine, not eat. One of his many specialities was preparing vast feasts and party catering for wealthy Florentines.  He collected knowledge about food and nutrition, recording recipes.  He was known about town as having “more than infinite grace in every action”.  His cultivation of effortless poise and ambidexterity in his own body made him famous in a rock star way.  Florentines would come out on the street for the thrill of seeing Leonardo walking. His notebooks reflect a focus on balance, posture, and centering.

His favorite metaphor was the human body.  It is also my own.  If you consider any entity it will have a head, a heart, a circulatory system, consumption, and processing of waste.  It will have dynamic balance and movement.  It will present itself as open or closed, happy or sad.  It will have chronic maladies and moods, a backbone, and sharp or weak senses. Often the right hand will not know what the left hand is doing.  Next time you need to analyze an institution or business use this metaphor to create a picture in your mind.  Ponder one of the maestro’s most famous observations, “every part is disposed to unite with the whole, that it may thereby escape from its own incompleteness.”  At this moment, gentle reader, can you see how this applies to you?

Vitruvian Man

Vitruvian Man

The Catalyst is not Consumed

July 16, 2013 3 Comments

The catalyst archetype is rare  in human personalities. Intuition plays a key role in the transformative power of this person.  Intense scrutiny and focus is the special realm of the human catalyst.   Rebels can be catalysts, but there are a few different kinds. The American Heritage Dictionary defines the word:

  1. Chemistry. A substance, usually used in small amounts relative to the reactants, that modifies and increases the rate of a reaction without being consumed in the process.
  2. One that precipitates a process or event, especially without being involved in or changed by the consequences: “A free press … has remained … a vital catalyst to an informed and responsible electorate” (Robert O’Neal).

To modify or increase rate of reaction without being consumed is no small feat. Most folks who go out intentionally to make big change in the world burn out and are consumed in the process.  I am not such a person.  I am a true catalyst.  My view is basically not in line with the views of those who surround me; often it is diametrically opposed.  Infiltration is the key to changing anything.  The only time I sincerely burned out and quit as an agent of change was when I infiltrated the VA as a volunteer to improve health care for vets.  That was just too much for me.  My specialty as a catalyst is as a mendacity meter. People lie all the time, and I am very sensitive to the common practice.  I am gifted with a very accurate sensor that detects dishonesty of all kinds. This is neither a blessing nor a curse.   It is my unique talent that I am somehow obligated to use for the betterment of mankind.  We catalysts have a moral obligation to avoid snark because, tempting as it may be, outing people is not usually beneficial to anyone.

People lie for many reasons. I find that usually they fail to tell the truth because they have no knowledge or training in the truth. If brainwashing works, then the victim believes what has been inculcated.  As I review my life I clearly notice a strong tendency to spy/rebel/teach, as a cycle.  I love infiltration for no reason:I enjoy the feeling of being a foreign object in a strange culture, incognito…I almost never go for status quo ….and I fill my teaching with subversive messages I hope will be released into the students’ brains as a constant reminder to do due diligence and individuate. I have a mission to tell the truth, but in a helpful way.  Not everything that is true needs to be said, but when it does I am ready to say it.  This blog is my channel to put this gift to the highest and best use.  Thanks to all the gentle readers who give me this opportunity.

Ruby Taylor on Racism

July 14, 2013

“The greatness of a community is most accurately measured by the compassionate actions of its members, a heart of grace, and a soul generated by love.”
Coretta Scott King

I know a very special woman through social media named Ruby Taylor.  She lives in Lancaster, PA, a town I knew well because I spent a year going to boarding school in Lititz, PA.  She has a wonderful attitude, but the reason she caught my attention is that my mother’s name is Ruby Taylor.  I study my ancestors to learn about ethical will and history.  This week I thought about slavery in terms of my slave owning ancestor who ran away to Florida with her slaves in order to be in Spain in the 1700’s.  She actually bought and sold slaves in Florida.  This is heavy, and I can picture the whole crazy trip. Meanwhile the Zimmerman verdict was delivered in Florida.  Much ado…

The most profoundly wise statement of the day came from Ruby Taylor:

“Truth the prosecutor did a poor job preparing the case and in his closing statement proved the case for the defense.Next we need to be just as vocal when people in the inner cities kill black children no matter the race.My brother Daniel Tyrone Taylor was shot in the head and murdered by a black boy at the age of 16 years old. So, to me murder is murder no matter the race.We have a justice system and whether you agree or not justice was served. Justice does not mean the verdict is what we want. Justice mean the case was heard in court and the jury made a decision based on the evidence.My view and my truth.Be mad at violence and the lost of life not just because the person holding the gun was white.The family can bring a wrongful death lawsuit against Zimmerman and the proof and evidence is much less.I just do not want justice for Trayvon I want justice for every child black, white, and/or hispanic who is murdered. Justice and protection for all children.Good Night!”
Word!
Being mad at violence is the only rational reaction.  Ruby Taylor of Lancaster, I sincerely hope we are blood relatives.  Ruby Lee Taylor of Humble, TX changed her middle name to Lea because she didn’t really want to be named for Robert E., but you can never change your ancestry or the part your family played in history.  You can learn from their mistakes which was the entire purpose of the mistakes.  Justice and violence don’t mix, gentle readers. Let us all find ways to reduce violence in the world.  Ruby says smiling counts, and I am absolutely sure that she is right about that.

Sara Holt and the Slave Archetype

July 12, 2013 3 Comments

In my tree I have several ancestors who owned slaves in America. When your family has owned slaves, you are forever affected by that history.  The slave archetype is a very interesting symbol.  I had not considered the aspects that can both teach and menace.  The ultimate slavery is full surrender to the divine.  One’s own will is sacrificed to the divine will in order to be fully enlightened.  Military discipline requires following orders without question. We don’t think of soldiers as slaves, but there is an aspect of it in the lack of choices.  Some are slaves to substance abuse or systems of belief.  This slavery may seem completely voluntary, but cultural pressure might be a strong factor. The positive slave archetype is the monk who devotes his life to divine providence.  The shadow aspect of the slave today is the person who gives up choices, such as cult activity.  Choice involves individuation. Following the script of the collective consciousness today without question is slavery.

My 6th great -grandmother, Sara Holt, was from a family that came to Virginia in 1620, so slavery probably was always part of their existence, like most colonials.  She and her husband from Northern Ireland owned slaves and lived in a fancy style:

Sarah Truly, A Mississippi Tory By Madel Jacobs Morgan

The Journal of Mississippi History, Vol. XXXVII, No. 1, February, 1975

One of the most loyal advocates of the rule of King George III of England was Sarah Truly, a resident of the Old Natchez District when it was a province of Spain.  She came to the Natchez District from Amelia County, Virginia, where she lived in comfortable circumstances with her husband Hector and their seven children: John, James, Bennet, Eleanor, Sarah, Judith and Martha (Patsey).   It can be deduced from Hector’s will, which was probated in 1761, that the Trulys pursued life in the cavalier tradition.  Daughter Eleanor rode sidesaddle on her own bay mare, Hector owned slaves, and he had a “complete distillery”.   He had, as well, three hundred acres of land, two prayer books, four testaments, two hymnals and “one other book”.

As Revolutionary sentiment took root and spread, the position of Sarah Truly and the other Tidewater Virginia loyalists became less and less tenable.  At the close of the decade following Hector’s death, Sarah and her brothers Dibdal and David Holt took positive action to improve their situation.   Having learned of the rich lands along the Mississippi River which the British were making available for colonization, they began investigating the possibilities of a move.  One of the Holts went to British West Florida in 1770 to consult with the governmental authorities about lands.   He returned to Virginia; then, along with his brother and a neighbor, Robert Montford, he came back to West Florida the following year on another scouting trip.

Along with her brothers, the Widow Truly made preparations for the long journey southward.  “Refusing to be a traitor to my king,” she said later, “and not wanting to live at enmity with my neighbors, I sought a home under the Spanish flag.”

Six of her children came south with Sarah Truly, John remained in Virginia.  Her three brothers, David, John and Dibdal, accompanied her, as did a son-in-law, Francis Spain (Eleanor’s husband), the Spain children, and the slaves.  If their caravan followed the route described by other migrants of that time, they traveled overland through the Cumberland Gap and across what is now Kentucky, where they paused to build a flatboat to embark on the Ohio River, floating on to the Mississippi and thence downstream to West Florida.

Seventeen hundred and seventy-three was the date of their arrival in West Florida.  The first grant of land to Sarah Truly was most likely in one of the Feliciana Parishes of Louisiana, and it has been said that Bayou Sarah was named for her.  She soon moved to a site north of Fort Panmure in the Natchez District.

The Widow was beset with difficulties from the start.  The first year, she and her family were all sick and could not make a crop.  She was obliged to sell a negro to buy provisions.  In 1774, the younger son, Bennett, was hired by a neighbor, Mr. Lum, to row his boat up the river—his pay to be in corn for the use of the family.  On arriving upriver, Bennett found the hunting good and instead of returning home, he remained four years.

In 1775, son James took his departure.  He returned to Virginia to fight with his native colony against the crown.  By this action James not only left the Widow Truly without the help of either of her sons, but placed her in the deplorable situation of acknowledging herself the mother of a Revolutionary soldier.

In 1778, both of the boys had reappeared on the scene.  Bennett returned to find Sarah engaged in getting her corn crop planted.  Instead of staying close by to lend assistance, he betook himself off to the bright lights of Natchez.  There he stayed wntil the fall of 1778 when he went off on another hunt.  But this hunt was of shorter duration.  Bennett and those with him were captured by James Willing, the American officer–and a resident of the Natchez District–who was then raiding, pillaging, and recruiting on behalf of the American Army.   Bennett was taken to New Orleans but soon came back home to his mother; and, Loyalist that he was, he enlisted in the local militia.

In the meantime, James Truly had returned from Virginia the the Natchez country in 1778, still a Revolutionary.  He immediately made himself useful to the American cause by acting as a guide for Willing when he arrived at the Natchez landing in mid-Feburary with a company of American soldiers.

In 1779, the Widow had son Bennett at home.  In her own words, Bennett “came to my house and worked with my lands and finished the crop with my three slaves.”  Out of the proceeds of that crop, she paid off $300.00 in debts that Bennett had contracted in the neighborhood.

The following year Bennett seems to have been somewhat more dependable.  She put him in charge of her crop, and with the help of four slaves he cleared 3,000 pounds of tobacco.  It seemed as though things  might be looking up for the Widow Truly.  Bennett was at home and working, and the crop was good.  Unfortunately for all concerned, Bennett came up with the idea of building a grist mill in partnership with one George Fourney.  Sarah, who could see through such schemes, was expected to provide the capital for this venture–an idea of which she heartily disapproved.  As later attested by Sarah’s daughter and granddaughter, Eleanor and Tabitha Spain, the Widow considered Fourney unreliable; and Bennett had not yet proved himself capable of carrying out such an ambitious project.  In other words, Sarah had no desire to have a mill stone around her neck.  Irrepressible Bennett went on with his plans, however, in spite of the objections and scoldings from his mother.

There was another complication!  The sight of the English flag over Fort Panmure no longer gladdened Sarah’s heart.  In its place waved the golden lions of Spain, for the Natchez district had been surrendered to Galvez when he captured Baton Rouge in1779.

No sooner had the English garrison evacuated Fort Panmure to the Spanish than Anthony Hutchins and John Blommart began plotting to recapture the Natchez District for the English.  They were aided and abetted by the Widow Truly.  She was a mere woman and has thus far received scant notice of historians, but the testimonials by her Natchez District neighbors vouch for the fact that she did all she could to assist the English cause and deal misery to the Spaniards.

When Galvez withdrew his heavy artillery to Pensacola, to bombard the British stronghold there, the Loyalist element in the Natchez District made plans for a revolt.  Their plans came to fruition in 1781. While one group of the Loyalists took up their position at the house of John Rowe (Row, Rault) in plain view of Fort Panmure, another group was ensconced in a blockhouse especially built for the occasion by Madame Truly.   The so-called rebels who took refuge in the blockhouse on the Truly holdings prepared themselves for a seige and even dug a well so that water would be plentiful.  This well was later the subject of much controversy, for it seems that Bennett had contracted with Thomas Rule to dig a well on Sarah’s plantation, giving him a horse in payment.  Before Rule could dig the well, the “rebels” encamped in the blockhouse dug it.  A year later Sarah sued Rule for the price of the horse, charging that he did not fulfil his contract.  The court ordered Rule to fulfil his contract by digging a well as originally specified.  Thus, we can be reasonably sure that in spite of other vicissitudes she may have encountered, the Widow Truly spent the last days of her life well watered.

With the capture of Pensacola by Galvez and the arrival of a Spanish force at Natchez, the revolt collapsed (in May, 1781).  The insurgents scattered in every direction.  Some, led by Anthony Hutchins, went overland to Savannah and thence to England.  Some struck into the wilderness where they joined a robber band.  Another group became Spanish prisoners and were taken to Spanish headquarters at New Orleans.  It is a matter of record that Sarah Truly made a quick trip to New Orleans in 1781.  Whether she went there in the interest of her land holdings or was called up before the Spanish authorities for her part in the counter revolution against them is a matter for conjecture.  She left at home two of her daughters, Eleanor Spain and Patsey Truly and a granddaughter, Tabitha Spain.  Also at home was Bennett whose gristmill project had been interrupted by the revolt.  But while Sarah journeyed down the river to New Orleans, Bennett rounded up George Fourney; and they slyly took advantage of the widow’s absence to complete the gristmill.

Upon leaving New Orleans, Sarah embarked for home by rowboat.  She “encouraged the hands to row briskly” saying that they should have plenty of meat when they reached home.  A trip to New Orleans by rowboat would be an ordeal at best, but in May with intense heat added to the humidity of the river swamps, not to mention the abundant insect life that thrives in such conditions, it must have been almost unbearable.  Worn and exhausted and accompanied by the hungry crew, the Widow reached home expecting a feast.  She found only two pieces of meat in the house.  She went into a rage.  Eleanor, Tabitha and Patsey wrung their hands.  When the Widow inquired of the three girls what had become of the meat,  one can imagine the violence of her reaction on being told that Bennett had given it to George Fourney, his partner in the gristmill.

Sarah Truly lived for ten years after this unfortunate episode, and it was her fortune to spend the entire time under Spanish rule.  From the court records we learn that she spent much of her remaining time before the bar of justice—suing, being sued and testifying as wittness.  The Spanish governors seemingly bore her no ill will for having taken arms against them, and she was always treated with the greatest consideration.  Her name is mentioned in more than forty different places in Spanish court records, indicating that she was a woman of diverse interests.  She loaned money, she bought and sold slaves, she dealt in lands.  Various witnesses testified that she “cursed” and “scolded”.  No one could deny that Sarah Truly was a woman of spirit.

Her children settled close around her, forming a sizeable clan of Trulys and their kin.  James married Elizabeth Burch, a widow, and they brought up an interesting family at Truly’s Flat in what is now Jefferson County.  Irrepressible Bennett married Mary Lum.  Always on the lookout for a good investment, Bennett became interested in a cotton gin and in 1796 we note that he was hauled into court for turning out inferior cotton.  Eleanor Spain and her family lived in Jefferson County.  Judith married a Holstein and she was in England in 1796.

Two of the Truly girls, first Sarah and after her death, Patsey, were married to Captain Richard Harrison who was noted for his services in the American Revolution when he served as a courier for George Rogers Clark.  The Harrison home, Auburn House, still stand in Jefferson County.

Age finally caught up with Sarah Truly, and she was “infirm and weak” on March 15, 1792, when she made her will.  She left her “beloved son Bennett” a slave “Annico”, who had two children, and one large looking glass.  To daughter Eleanor Spain went her prized feather bed and furniture.  To daughter Martha Harrison went her scissors and thimble.  The residue of her estate was to be divided among James, Bennett and Eleanor.  Then passed from the scene a forceful character and gallant pioneer–a woman of loyalty and courage.

That many of her traits passed down to her children there is little doubt.  As a fitting sequel to her tempestuous life, we note a paragrapg appended to her will which begins as follows:  “7 May 1793.  Whereas a controversy has arisen between the heirs of the late Sarah Truly, concerning the division of her estate…..”

Sarah Holt (1740 – 1792)

is my 6th great grandmother
son of Sarah Holt
daughter of James Truly
daughter of Elizabeth Betsy Truly Payne Darden
daughter of Minerva Truly Darden
daughter of Sarah E Hughes
son of Lucinda Jane Armer
daughter of George Harvey Taylor
I am the daughter of Ruby Lee Taylor