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136. James CALCOTE

RECORD: Calcote Family Journey, Frances Calcote Brite, Gateway Press, Baltimore, MD, 1997

James Calcote and Mary Goodrich married between 25 Feb. 1733 and 1734, in Isle of Wight Co., VA. They had five sons while living in the Isle of Wight. Many references in Isle of Wight records prove the residence of James Calcote. James Calcote is mentioned in the Newport Parish Vestry Book, Isle of Wight 1736, and in 1746-1747 as being paid for wainscoting the "Old Brick Church". He was mentioned in 1735, 1741-1745 as a processioner of land (verifier of boundary lines between adjacent landowners). Land transactions involving James Calcote are recorded in Isle of Wight deed records and estate records from 1750 to 1757. In 1757 James and Mary Calcote moved their family to Dobbs Co., NC. Mary Goodrich died after 1760 in NC, and James Calcote married Mary West Williams, a widow, before Mar. 1769.

RECORD: Research by Jim Ashe of Clinton, MS, manuscript given to Billy H. Parker of Simpson, LA (undated), prior to 1976.

James Calcote's will was recorded as James Caliote and listed sons as: James, Blake, Baker, John, Rolen, and John Williams. (Son James was to go to North Carolina with Henry Calcote to receive debts there due him). The name James together with Henry Calcote tie in with the North Carolina will of Thomas Calcote. James' will is recorded in Charleston District, South Carolina, Vol. 18 (period 1776 to 1784) and was recorded on Feb. 12, 1777.

176. Isaac JACKSON

RECORD: Jane Parker McManus, Pioneers West Of Appalachia;; Privately Printed 1984; p Page 212;

Isaac Jackson immigrated to America before 1740, settling in Chester County, Pennsylvania. The Jacksons and Millers practiced the Quaker faith, and their affairs are recorded in the Quaker Minute Books. Isaac and Mary Jackson moved to Orange county, North Carolina, 12 Jan 1751 and transferred their membership to the Cane Creek Monthly Meeting when it was organized 7 Oct 1751. Cane creek Monthly Meeting was located on the stream from which it took its name, in the Central part of the large area which comprised Orange County, North Carolina. Because of the splitting of counties, the meeting house is today located in Alamance County, adjacent to the village of Snoq Camp, and about 15 miles south of graham, the county seat. Alamance County was formed when Orange County was divided in 1849. The membership when it was formed was made up of 30 or more families of the New Garden Monthly Meeting (about 30 miles away). The death and burial for Isaac and Mary Jackon are unknown.

RECORD: History of Escambia County, Alabama;Annie C. Waters;Strode Publishers, Huntsville, Alabama, 1983;page 517;

"The Jackson family came from Welsh and English ancestors. The first American ancestor of the Escambia County, Ala., Jacksons was Isaac, who migrated to America before 1740."

177. Mary MILLER

RECORD: McManus, Jane Parker, Pioneers West of Appalachia, 1984.
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The Millers were of Chester County, Pennsylvania and practiced the Quaker faith.

200. Aquilla GREER (Jr.)

RECORD: Mary Ellen Souter, Research
RECORD: Green Co. GA Wills - Will Of Aquilla Greer Senr.

RECORD: Floy G. Leverton, St. Johns, Az, Family Group Sheet Collection LDS Library, Salt Lake City, UT; Family group sheet listed sources: Mary Ruble, Newport, TN; Old Baltimore County Records, by G. M. Greer, Sikestown, MO Duke W. Greer, Pottstown Camp, Miss., Lee Decatur Parks, dec., Fort Worth, TX

RECORD: DAR Lineage Book;; National Nsdar, Vol. 142, Pg. 266

206. Lawrence BANKSTON RWS

RECORD: Wilkes County, GA, Court Of Ordinary Wills, 1837-1877

Following is the will of Lawrence Bankston:

In the name of God amen, I LAWRENCE BANKSTON of the County and State aforesaid being of sound and disposing mind and memory do make and ordain this my last Will and Testament in the form following viz. First. I give and bequeath my soul to God who gave to me and my body to be Buried in a christian manner, agreeably to the will of my friends, and such worldly effects as it has pleased God to bless me with, I will it be disposed of in the following manner. 2nd Item. I will to my beloved wife NANCY BANKSTON the tract of land shereon I now live and also three Negroes, Jordan, a man Hannah a woman and Aggy a Girl also the household and Kitchen furniture and one Sorrell mare and one Black Mare, two Plows and plow gears, Twelve Stock Hogs, three Cows and Calves, one Side Saddle and also a moderate supply of Provision for the term of twelve months, and I will that the above named property after the death of my wife NANCY BANKSTON be sold and equally divided between my four daughters ISABELLA IRVIN, PRISCILLA MATHES, ELIZABETH MOSLEY and MARTHA SAPPINGTON. 3rd Item. I will to my son in law ISAAC WHITAKER one dollar to be paid by my Executors after my death. 4th Item. I will to my grand daughter SARAH TRUITT, wife of JOHN TRUITT five dollars to be paid by my executors after my death. 5th Item. I will to my grand son ALFORD SHORTER the sum of five dollars to be paid by my Executors after my death. 6th Item. I will that all the rest of my property both real and personal be sold and equally divided between my four daughters ISABELLA IRVIN, PPRISCILLA MATHIS, ELIZABETH MOSELY & martha sappington AND THE lAWFUL HEIRS OF HYRAM BANKSTON, deceased, with this exception, I will that my grand son WELDEN L. BANKSTON draw one half of the distribution share coming to the said orphans, and the other half to be equally divided between the rest of the children of the said HYRAM BANKSTON deceased, which will be the one fifth part of the above named property including WELDON L. BANKSTON and the other four fifths to be equally divided between my four daughters above named. 7th Item. I will that my two beloved sons in law ISAIAH T. IRVIN and CALEB SAPPINGTON be my Executors to this my last will and Testament. In witness whereof I have set my hand and seal. Lawrence (x his mark) Bankston
In presence of us this 10 of April 1834, GEO. W. JOHNSON, DANIEL WOOLBRIGHT, WILLIAM SHORTER.
Sworn before court on 22 Nov. 1844.

I LAWRENCE BANKSTON of the state and county do for divers good reasons make and constitute this as an alteration in my last will and testament which was made and executed on the 10th day of April in the year of Our Lord 1834 that is to say whereas I did convey in said will to my daughter, PRISCILLA MATHEWS an equal share with my other three daughters which said gift I do hereby absolutely and entirely revoke and make void to all intents and purposes whatsoever and in stead thereof I do hereby of my good will place my said daughters full share as given in my said former will into the possession of my grandson GRIFFIN MATHEWS and ISAAC MOORE for them or either of them to act as agent or trustee for my daughter aforesaid for her sole benefit during her life and at her death to decend or to go to & belong to the heirs of her body. In testimony whereof I have hereunto set my hand and placed my seal this 11th day of September 1838. Signed in presence of CHARLES SMITH, WILLIAM SHERRER, JOSEPH A. FARRELL. Signed: LAWRENCE (x his mark) BANKSTON
NOTE: Will of Lawrence Bankston, 11 Sept. 1838, recorded 22 Nov. 1844 pages 108, 109, 110

RECORD: Mattie B. Fish, Of Mesa, Az, Family Group Sheet Collection Family group sheet cited references: McCall, Tidell & Allied Families, page 525, 528

RECORD: McCall, Roster Of Rev. Soldiers Of Ga

RECORD: Edna Robertson Vasher, Genealogy Of The Bankston Family; 1947; Library Of Congress, CS 71 B2269; Source cites Sardis Church Records

Member of the Sardis Baptist Church
Moved to Wilkes County, GA in 1784
Served in militia of NC, later in the Continental Army of GA, receiving land in GA for revolutionary war service, 200 acres on the Ogheehee River, Washington Co. on 5/7/84, and 200 acres on Kettle Creek, Wilkes Co., Ga. In 1784 he moved his wife and three children, his widowed mother, a sister Mary, and two brothers John and Richard, to Wilkes County, Georgia.

208. Drury PACE Capt.

Following is abstracted from the History of the Pace Family, compiled by Freda Reid Turner, distributed by the Pace Society of America.

Drury Pace

Drury's son, Rev. Barnabas Pace, described his father in a letter written to the Reverend's son, between 1844 and 1850:

"I shall now take up the history of my father, DRURY PACE. He was born in October 1745, received a good English education, was six feet and two and one-half inches high, straight built as an Indian, weighing about 180 pounds, strong bodily powers, lean faced, thin Roman nose, complexion a little swarthy, coal black straight hair, very thin on his head, eyes dark hazel, rather small, quick in their movements, and when excited in any way he would throw open his eyes in a rather glaring manner, and if angry he would snap his eyes very fast.

"In common conversation his voice was soft, words quick and mild, open, pleasing countenance, well calculated to make friends wherever his lot might be cast. He seemed to have the peculiar art of conforming himself to any company so as to make himself an agreeable companion to the rich or poor, wise or ignorant.

"In the year 1768, he married Mary Bussey, the daughter of Charles Bussey, who moved from the eastern shore of Maryland and settled on the Savannah River eight miles above Augusta, on the Carolina side (who was also of English stock). Father so far as I have been able to learn, located himself 17 miles above the river, on the lands of his father, where he employed himself in that best of all employments, farming and keeping and raising a large stock of cattle, horses and hogs.

"Plenty rewarded his labors, though he had not many of the luxuries of life, he had an abundance of the necessaries to render him contented. For his amusement game was in abundance, at any time when he wanted a little sport or rest from his labors, he had nothing to do but get his horse and gun, call his dog and ride out in the forest where it was impossible to go far until the buffalo, bear, wild horses, deer or turkey were to be seen fleeing before him. He was a lover of dogs, but not of the noisy breed called hounds, but of the strong mastiff breed, that was able to contend and more than willing to contend with the bear, or buffalo, or panther, or indeed any animal whatever. Always feeling safe at night or any other time having four or five faithful dogs following him or lying on the same bed. I will here relate an anecdote of Father and his dogs when a lad.

"As Grandfather and a numerous family moved out to Savannah River driving a large stock of different kinds, they had struck up camp for the night, built as usual a large fire and collected around it. Where Drury stood or sat, there were his dogs close beside him (for dogs love fire as well as men) which soon produced a grumbling sound around the fire at Drury and his dogs. First one kicked dogs and then another. Drury caught up a chunk of fire and went about a hundred yards from the camp, and soon a large fire was seen blazing, and Drury and his dogs enjoying the comforts of a good fire unmolested and alone. For sooner would he camp by himself than for his dogs to stand shivering in the cold or be kicked and cuffed by any person.

"Just about daylight he awoke and a large steer was in the act of taking a close view of him and his dogs as they lay snoring on the ground. Mischief flashed in his mind, in a moment he eased off his hunting shirt (boys, my, son, in those days did not wear a plaited bosom shirt nor ruffles, not seldom a coat of any sort, much less a cloth coat), but as I have said, a hunting shirt, or coarse strong homespun, linzey woolzy kind of stuff died black, fringed off in style around the tail and on the shoulders and the sleeves just about the hand.

"And what would you think when I tell you that the fringe was made by taking a piece of the same cloth about as wide as your hand and ravelling one edge about half its width, sewing the unravelled or straight side to the shirt, letting the ravel hang gracefully down in a decent fringe. You need not laugh for many such a shirt have I worn myself.

"The shirt was cut like a morning gown, opening before, coming down a little below the waistband of the breeches as they were then called. Notice also that the waistband of the breeches went around the waist which gave the name. They wore no galluses or suspenders, I should have said, in those days. (I am sure the name should be in these modern times be called stomach band, from the fact of its going around the stomach), and threw it at the steer, thinking to give him a fright. But, strange mishap, the sleeves of his shirt fell precisely over the steer's horns, who threw up his head in a fright, broke like old Nick after him, bellowing as he went. The whole drove became frightened. Away they all went, helter skelter. Three days were lost in collecting the drove, and some they never got. And Father never got his shirt, but got abused a plenty.

"But to return to the history of Father, he was happy as a man could be. Mother blessed him with two sons and a daughter. The dark clouds of war began to hang heavy over his beloved country. He long had enjoyed freedom in the true sense of the word, and did not hesitate a moment to inquire what he should do, but took up his gun, leaving mother and three children in the hands of his God, united himself with the armies of his country, Whigs as then called, in defense of the rights of man.

"Almost all of his neighbors and two of his brothers were Tories, and he soon found there was no place of safety for him but in the tented field. Early in the war he was appointed Captain by Governor Rutledge of South Carolina. His neighbors sought his life, Tory officers hunted after him, plans were laid to entrap him, many a hard fought battle was he in, many hair breadth escapes did he pass through, but God, as he often said, brought him safely through them all. Never suffered the enemy's ball to touch him only twice, once passing through his hat on his head, at another time cutting him slightly on his shoulder.

"Once, as I have often heard him and Mother tell, he was obliged to own the protection of Almighty God. The war was about closed, Cornwallis was taken, and it was the received opinion the war was over. Whigs became more bold and daring, poor Tories began to hide in swamps and caves and to scatter like sheep without a shepherd. Many of them deserved to die, and whom the Whigs had sworn to kill.

"Confiscation was spoken of by the Whigs by way of retaliation, for much property had they plundered and destroyed. Many poor and unoffending Whigs had they cut to death. Father was looked for at home when four of his neighbors, poor Tories, but not of the baser sort, came to see Mother and get her when Father did come to say him that they concealed themselves in a cave, describing the place so that Father could find them, begging Father come to the cave where they stayed, and bring them in and give his protection, and if possible, keep them from being murdered by the Whigs. Father sure enough came home, Mother told him the mournful tale of the four poor Tories, adding her own entreaties and begging for their lives. Father next morning early set out to the place designated, which was about eight miles. When getting in about two miles, he hears a little way before him several guns fired, and believed it was the slogun of war. He galloped on, keeping a sharp lookout.

"He soon comes up with a scouting party of Whigs, and learned from them that they were fired upon by four Tories, as they believed, and that they had escaped by jumping into a mill pond hard by, swimming across. The Whigs fired many guns, but to no effect. Father then told his business, they went to the cave, the sign was fresh, but they were gone. It was then give up by all it was a scheme laid to kill father. The four men I had seen, and seen in Father's house. Their names were William Cox, Christopher Cox, Allen Robertson and Thomas Robinson. You would ask how could he forgive them, God knows, my son, but he did do it, and was long a member of the church with them.

"It is needless to run over his battles and suffering. Suffice it to say he suffered hunger, cold, ruined a fine constitution, wasted much of his time and property in defense of his country's rights. Often have I heard Mother tell of his coming home lousy and almost naked, and that the lice had so eaten his shoulders that they were literally raw. And she took his rags of clothes and burned them up.

"My son, I have often thought, could we, or were we able to make a calculation of the amount of treasure expended, lives lost, blood spilled, and whole amount of human suffering, to plant and water the tree of liberty, as dear as we prize it, has cost so much as it is worth. The tears and groans of fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, and poor, helpless orphans, my soul is made to exclaim, "Lord, what is man, that Thou art mindful of him."

"... Your grandfather joined the free mason lodge in early life, and at the close of the war turned his attention to his farming, and by industry and economy was always able to assist the poor and needy. Never did he shut his hand when solicited, or when the calls of poverty or distress presented themselves before him. God rewarded his labors and blessed him with plenty. Father was always opposed to slavery, he thought it was in his power to have bought slaves, yet he never bought but one. Mother's father gave him two negro girls when she was married, which he raised, and the negro he bought was the husband of the oldest girl. This he did only for the satisfaction of the girl. In his heart he believed slavery wrong, and being in possession of that belief, his conscience would not suffer him to treat them only as children, and in doing this, he was more of a slave to them than they were to him. Impossible for him or any man to make profit off of slaves that treat them as human beings.

"... Your grandfather, my son, joined the Baptist church before my recollection.
In my mind I see him this morning leaning on the top of his silver headed cane, his eyes streaming with tears, exhorting his fellow men to cease to do evil, and turn to the Lord who would have mercy, and to our God who would abundantly pardon. ...

"...To sum all in a few words, he believed to do good, and could you have seen him when he came to die, as I did, you would have exclaimed as Balaam did, 'Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his.' He was violently attacked on Friday with pleurisy, and when he first took his bed he told all the family that he should not rise any more, but should surely die. Mother insisted to send for a doctor, but he told her 'No,' for he says, 'Doctors can do me no good, for I know I shall die.' On Monday, being often solicited, he gave his consent to send for the doctor. Dr. Murray, of August, was brought and when he inquired of Father how he was, who replied, 'Doctor, I am in a great rack of misery, but one consolation,' said, he, 'Doctor, it will soon be over, and I have hope beyond the grave. My family and neighbors insisted that you should be sent for, and to gratify them I gave my consent, but Doctor, you can do me no good.'

"I must die in a few days, I wish you to give no medicine to counteract the disease, it can't be done. I must, die, medicine can't save me. But if you can give me ease, Doctor, I should be glad. I wish to die composed and free of pain.' The Doctor told him that he saw no symptoms that led him to think he would die, but the thought at least hoped, that he could relieve him. 'It won't do; Doctor, I shall die. Many years ago I had the pleurisy and came very near dying. I then was sensible to know that the next attack would carry me off, this is the next and I know I shall die,' he said.

"I feel authorized to say that the doctor did no more but to relieve or allay his pain, which he happily did. The old man became easy, and we all fondly hoped he was getting better and would recover. Tuesday, Dr. Murray returned, bringing with him Dr. Smett, considered at that time the ablest and most experienced physician in the state, but they still gave no medicine, only to ease. The family and neighbors all thought he was mending, -- he still said he should die.

"Thursday he sent for an old Baptist preacher by the name of Tinsley, and when he came, Father made his Will, and observed, 'Bother Tinsley, I am now ready to die and shall live but a little while, and I wish you to stay with me and preach my funeral, and see that this poor old body is laid decently away. And though I go before, you will soon follow and we shall meet to part no more, Brother Tinsley.'

"The children were all called in and after exhorting all to meet him in heaven, he bade all goodbye, taking each one of us by the hand. All the time I was standing by the foot of his bed. You in all probability wonder at my recollection, but not quite eleven years old.

"And, dear Billy, never can I forget, no not even his countenance on that occasion. it was heavenly, it was divine. Never from that day up to this have I seen the like but twice and then in the face of your brother, Columbus, once at a camp meeting on Bear Creek when the sight made me tremble like a Belshazzer and likely from the same cause, a sinner against God in heart and practice. The next time at a camp meeting in Covington, again, I saw the same in your brother's face and my senses left me. In a moment my whole soul was filled with a holy rapture. I was standing near the pulpit, and it so happened that no person in the pulpit at the time. I jumped up into it, how long I exhorted or what I said I never have known nor ever shall. When my feelings abated and my strength was gone, I seemed to come to, and the first thing I remembered the congregation was almost all standing up and in a flood of tears. I then remembered I was a Baptist and had no leave to occupy the pulpit and in all probability had said something calculated to wound feelings.

"I slipped down out of the stand, inquired of two old friends if I had said or done wrong, feeling if I had to go back in the stand and ask forgiveness of all, but was told that all wrong done was I quit too soon. I have many times since, praise be to God, felt the same enjoyment of soul. God is good.

"But to return to Father, he then turned to Mother, who was standing by all bathed in tears, begged her not to grieve for him, for he observed it had long been her wish to die first and seemed thankful that God had been good in granting him his wishes, for says he, 'I leave you a plenty of this world's goods, and you can enjoy yourself with your children a little while. We shall meet in heaven freed from all cares and troubles to part no more.

"Think you, my son, he ever shed one tear? No, not one, seemed more inclined to laugh than cry, seemed altogether joyous, All the family and neighbors believed he was smartly better, being persuaded by Mother and several neighbors he sat up in bed and ate as much as was necessary and rested well all night and until nine or ten o'clock next day, Friday, when death seized hold of him, all saw he was going very fast. He talked but little more, and wished not to be interrupted, no one speaking to him but Mother and the old preacher spoken of, frequently uttering broken sentences, such as 'Oh, how I suffer, but Jesus more than this for me,' (at the same time praying for patience in his suffering. 'I am going fast, Brother Tinsley, I shall soon be with Jesus, my Saviour, grieve not for me dear brother, Oh wife and children and neighbors, don't grieve. I am only going home where I wish to meet all of you.' About ten o'clock at night he called to brother Tinsley to sit in a chair near his bed, and there he sat, then he said, 'I shall soon be going,' directly turning himself on his back, laying his hands on his breast, straightening himself in the bed and gave up the ghost without pain or struggle. Thus died this saint of God in his 56th year."

The place of interment was about 150 yards from the house, under a large persimmon tree, beside his brother, Thomas Pace.

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Drury Pace, son of Richard Pace IV and Elizabeth (Cain) Pace, in a will dated January 16, 1801, recorded May 4, 1801, Richmond County, Georgia, Capt. Drury Pace bequeathed to son, Drury, two islands containing 22 acres and 15 acres. (This was the 1762 grant to Richard Pace IV.)

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Drury Pace Sr., was born August 6, 1742, died February 5, 1801, married Mary Bussey who was born 1745.

The earliest record the author has seen of Drury Pace was in 1774 when he received land in Edgefield District, South Carolina. There are two items recorded, one transferred from Edgefield District, SC to Lincoln County, Georgia in 1808 and the other of record in Edgefield District, in 1815 which proves that Drury received land in SC in 1874 and again in 1780, that his sons Drury and William sold Egefield District land and Lincoln County, GA land.

Capt. Drury Pace when he died in 1801 left his son Drury Jr. 250 acres in SC, including two islands, 15 and 22 acres, and left son William 250 acres in SC, and the other sons got land in Georgia.

Drury Pace lived in Georgia until after 1776; however, by 1790, he was listed on the Edgefield, SC census with a wife and 8 children. In 1793 he was still in Edgefield, but died in Georgia in 1801.

209. Mary BUSSEY

In his letter, written between 1844 and 1850, the Reverend Barnabas Pace talks about his mother's family:

"I shall now speak of my mother's family and of her especially, as I have said that she was the daughter of Charles Bussey, who like my great grandfather, was of the English stock and moved out from the eastern shore of Maryland in the year 1765, or thereabout, and settled on Savannah River, 8 or 10 miles above Augusta, Edgefield District, South Carolina, bringing with him six sons and my mother, the only daughter, and the youngest in the family. George, Edward, Charles, Joshua, Malachia and Thomas, all of whom I have seen. (Note, also Hezekiah whom he evidently had not seen).

224. Peter CROWELL

This parentage has not been proven, but was suggested as a possibility by Judith Jo Wakeman of Ft. Worth, TX ca. 1995.