I do not know the names of my great great grandparents, but I do know that they came from Germany.
My great grandfather on the Caylor side left his home in Abington, Virginia at a very young age and came to Wayne County, Kentucky. His name was Jacob. He married a Chitwood. They had four or five children. One of his sons was named Jacob also. This Jacob left his home at a very early age and never did return home to Wayne County. He did corrrespond with his family, but there was never any visiting among them.
Another son's name was Pleasant(Ped). This was my grandfather. He married Tamsy Jane Bell. To this union were born ten children: George, Martha, Emma, Belle, Nora, Silas, Shermon, Sarah Jane, William(Will), and Jim. This is according to their ages. George died of tuberloculosis at about eighteen years of age. He was teaching his second school. Mama said that some woman told her that the main reason she came to the Institute was to hear that "pale faced" Caylor boy speak!
Papa remembered his father sitting by the bedside of George and he(Papa) and Silas came and kissed George good-bye. Papa was six and Uncle Silas eight at that time.
Years ago instead of being called the Christian Church and the Church of Christ they called themselves Disciples of Christ. When Papa and Mama were first married, Papa, being of the Baptist faith, was always making slighty remarks about the Campbellite Church. Mama said she remembered Papa's mother saying to him, "You shouldn't be doing that. Your brother George was a member of that Church".
Some of the children had the measles. Sarah Jane, Papa, and Uncle Bill were all in the same bed when Sarah Jane passed away.
Tamsy Jane had two brothers, Will and Jim. There were no sisters. The story goes: One night after dark, it was drizzling rain. The family heard little voices out at the front gate. They went to the door and there standing out in the rain were two little boys. One was four and the other was eight years old. They said that they lived in Tennessee and that their father had left them and they were trying to find him. Nothing was known about their mother. Their names were Sherman and Jack Roark. My grandparents raised these boys. When Jack was about fourteen years old he left home and was gone a few weeks. He came back and aked Grandmother if he could come back home. She said, "You'll have to ask your Pa." Pa was sitting reading the newspaper. Jack went up to him and said, "Pa, can I come back home?". Then he said to Pa, "I'll never leave again unless I die or marry." Needless to say they let Jack come back home.
My Grandpa Caylor was a guard at the penitentiary in Frankfort, Kentucky.
