Parrott ~ Blanton ~ Wesson ~ Ellis ~


Amberson Ancestors angels Annie Neil Anthony Sarratt Atlanta Constitution Barber Barrett Beersheba Bessie Maude Parrott Beth Shiloh Bethany ARP Bethel Blanton Broad River Buffalo Baptist Church Camps Creek Baptist Carrie Parrott Catherine Hoyle Catherine Mull cemeteries Census Charles Heberton Ellis Christmas Christopher McCarter Civil War Cleveland County Clover Cocker Machine Cookies Craton Craton Rone Blanton Dallas David McSwain David Ross Ellis DNA Ebenezer Presbyterian Church Edith "Edy" Jane Sarratt Edward McKinley Parrott Elijah Turner Ellis Ellis/Turner Cemetery Ethel Blanton Parrott Family Fannie Fannie Crouch Blanton Ferry Fewell Gaffney Gaston County Gastonia George Barber George Huffstetler George Washington Blanton Georgia Grandma Grandpa Hannah McCarter Happy New Year Harvey L. Barber Hattie Parrott Helms Henry Weidner Hero Quitman Blanton Hollywood Cemetery Horses Isaac Whitman Blanton Jackson Jesse Parrott John Barber John Fewell John S. Hager Johnny Parrott Judith Moore Greene Letitia Ellis Sarratt Lizzie Ellis Lost Souls Lynn Mabel Hager Reynolds MacArthur Margaret Ann McCarter Margaret Dellinger Mary Barber mary elizabeth greene Mary Nichols Matthew Nichols McAdenville McCarter McCurry Memoriam Memories Michael Hoyle Minor McCarter Mountain Rest Cemetery Nancy Turner Nannie Barber Parrott NC Nichols Noah Tyre Parrott Nobel John Sarratt North Carolina Old Timey Parrott Peter Hoyle Rachel Gaston Blanton Reuben Blanton Rhyne Richard Perrott roadside scenes Robert Samuel Parrott Sarah Parrott Sarratt Searching Sentimental Saturday Sentimental Sunday Shelby Snow South Carolina Summer Thanksgiving The Search Thoughtful Thursday Turner Unknown Ancestor Valentines Wesson Why? Wilburn Larry Parrott William Barber William J. Parrott William McSwain Woodside Cemetery York County

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Turner Family Crest ~
An English occupational name, meaning
"one who works with a lathe."
Originally from Old French.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

In Search Of David Ross Ellis~

A heavily wooded lot beside a country road, crowded with deadfalls and briar patches.

My 3rd great grandpa was in there and I was going to find him.

I had instructions from two sources and I knew I had the right location.

Or so I hoped..very near the 'Old Ellis Ferry' site.

This was a son of the Ellis line.

David Ross Ellis.
My 3rd Great Grandfather.

There we were, parked alongside the ditch, along a lonely country road..pretty much a 'country mile' from any where..

There was a stand of pine trees before me, that were standing in rows, as if they were planted that way.
To the left of those towering pines was a mass of deadfalls and brambles..

Now I have seen ‘brambles and briar patches’ before, and this was pretty bad.
This graveyard rabbit was up to it.. Not going to keep me from ‘visiting my kin‘!
Russ cast me a look that said.. ‘Are you telling me, that you are really going in there?’

I cast him a look right back, that said..‘You Betcha'.

He stayed with the car.

I headed up the road looking for a way in, or a place that looked like an easier entry.

Could not really find one, but went on anyway.
There was a huge pile of limbs and deadfalls that snapped like dry dust underfoot in places.

I made my way through and got to the other side..First major hurdle accomplished.

The rest of the way consisted of pretty easy going for about six feet or so, through high weeds, and then stopping to climb over yet another fallen tree..

Quite a workout.
But I made it.

Further up, there was a slight clearing. I kept looking to the left for a barbed wire fence that I was supposed to climb through..never saw one.

But then, in the dappled sunlight that was cast through the tall trees, I saw something.

I stooped lower and looked in, there was a headstone..sure as can be.

That feeling, at that very moment,

is something very hard

to describe in words.


Lump in the throat...

Very intense happiness...


"Emotional Triumph", yes, maybe that comes the closest to a real description.

My heart lept! Tears welled. Big smiles.

A big, spoken underbreath, Yes!

The trees were so thick that I began marking my way in, leaving chalk marks on the tree trunks, but I was “home”. Already 'Home'.
I reached down and touched the marker of a man I never knew.
A man born and gone long before I came.
In Memory Of David R. Ellis, who departed this life Feb, 13th, 1857 in the 47 year of his age.

"Our life is ever on the wing,

And death is ever nigh.

When we begin to live,

We all begin to die."


I never saw a picture of his face, and I do not know what he looks like.

But, I came seeking this man, anyway.

He is important to me. 
He is my family.

David Ross Ellis.

Also buried here are at least ten family members.

Ellis Children, laid to rest.

Philip Vandorn Turner,

Son of Elijah and Edy Turner.

Brother to our 3rd Great Grandmother,

Sarah A. "Sally" Turner.

Also his wife Nancy P. Lancaster.

Arreny Turner Hopper ~

Sister to our great grandmother,

Sarah Turner Ellis and sister to

Philip Vandorn Turner.

She was eight years younger than Philip and six years younger

than Sarah. She died at the age of 34.

Another important person lies beside David Ross Ellis.

His wife, Sarah A. "Sallie" Turner Ellis.

My third Great Grandmother!

I could not find a marker for her. It is lost, apparently.

Also here are Sarah's parents:

Elijah Turner, her father. My fourth Great grandfather.

Elijah's wife, Edith "Edy" Jane Sarratt.
Sarratt? Yes.

Edith was a sister to
Anthony Sarratt. My Fourth Great Grandmother.

Eady Amelia Ellis ~ Daughter of Charles Heberton Ellis and Nancy Turner
She married John W. Brem.
She died in childbirth, apparently. The child is buried along with her. She was only 17 years old.
In the quiet stillness of that deep wooded area, I heard a snap.
A loud, close by snap of a branch.

Alarmed, I stood up, and peered through the trees.
Heart racing. What was in here with me??

And, then, there was Russ.

He just couldn’t stand , not being there.
He half smiled and said.."Well, I had to see, too , didn’t I?"

He had came in after me, through the thick brambles, despite having perfectly good sense.

I smiled.

The Trail to the Nest~ Why?

I come from a sturdy lot of people.

People not afraid of who they are, or where they have been.

Not wealthy people, by any standard, but hard working folks.

Some would call them "hillbillies", some would call them the "salt of the earth". Me? I simply call them mine. I began looking with very little to go on. I knew my great grandparent's names on my father's side and it turned out they were only was the case, often, in rural areas. Names were used and handed down generation after generation until they became more of an endearment than the original name. This searching has become my passion. I am addicted to finding more information about them, who they really were; how they lived, how they loved, and how they died. The search to know them has been a rewarding one.

My search seems to be smiled on by the angels, because I have found whatever I was searching for, fairly easily.

Angels or not, I'd like to think that I am being smiled down on.

Every one of those that have come before me, have left a tiny speck of themselves in me.

I want to know each and every one. Maybe I will find a little more of myself along the way....

I cannot begin to tell you what it has meant to me, to stand at the grave of my fourth , fifth, and sixth great-grand parents. Imagine!

To know they have walked that very same path before. To run my fingers through the grooves that the engraver made, forever etching their names in the stone.

I wonder sometimes if I am alone as I visit, or is there a whisper of them in the rustle of the leaves in the trees?

Go ahead, call me a romantic sap. I thrill to the hunt. And the finding, well that is just the icing on the cake. It leaves me with a big smile and a tad emotional. This is who I am, who I came from, and without them, I would not be here. For that, I am more than grateful.

If you haven't sought out your ancestors..maybe it is time you did.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

A Scotsman Named MacArthur

MacArthur Ancient Tartan ~

The forename Arthur may owe its origins to the Greek word "arktouros" meaning keeper of the bears and in the Celtic world it came to mean "strong as a bear". The name is now known around the world as a result of the legendary King Arthur who may have been a Celtic chieftain around the 6th century. The first reliable record of the name is in Adomnan's "Life of Columba" which tells of a king of the Scots called Aedan mac Gabhrain named his son Arthur, also in the 6th century.

The MacArthur clan is believed to have the same roots as the Campbells, but claims that further back they are descended from the legendary King Arthur, are unprovable. The clan is certainly regarded as ancient and there is a Gaelic saying "as old as the hills, the MacArthurs and the Devil". The more established records show that they originated from the district of Lennox, part of the old kingdom of Strathclyde and moved into Argyll. The clan seat was established at Strachur, on Loch Fyne.

The clan was at its peak in the 14th century when a MacArthur married the heiress of the progenitor of the Campbell lords of Loch Awe. The MacArthurs from Loch Awe supported Robert the Bruce and fought at the Battle of Bannockburn. Their leader, Mac-ic-Artair, was rewarded with land previously held by the MacDougalls of Lorne (who had supported the Comyns). The MacArthurs became keepers of Dunstaffnage castle.

When King James I attempted to subdue the Highland clans who were becoming too powerful in the 15th century, the MacArthurs were amongst those who bore the brunt of his actions. The clan chief, Iain MacArthur, who could summon 1,000 men, was executed in 1427 and most of the clan lands were confiscated. For all practical purposes that was the end of the clan; unlike others who suffered setbacks and managed to recover, the MacArthurs never regained their clan lands, though the name survived as many of the clan dispersed.

In more modern times, US General Arthur MacArthur, whose parents came from Glasgow in Scotland, became Lieutenant-General in the Philippines in 1906. His son, General Douglas MacArthur, became even more famous in the Pacific and the Philippines during WW2 as commander of the US forces in the Far East.

David L. McCarter

A blacksmith by trade.

Born 1758 ~Died March 05, 1818

He died in York County, South Carolina
and was buried at Bethany ARP Church Cemetery, just outside Clover, South Carolina.

He married Sarah Catherine Dickson and she is buried alongside him.

David McCarter ~ My 4th Great Grandfather.
He and Sarah Catherine had at least six children together.

The last child born to this couple, was Minor McCarter.

Minor is my 3rd Great Grandfather.

We went one sunny day to Bethany ARP Church to seek them out.

The tombstones there are scattered about, no doubt some are missing in between.

The cemetery slopes down and away from the church, studded with old trees that stand sentinel over those souls that are long gone.

It is a beautiful old place.

The grounds are well cared for, and well loved.

There is just a feeling you get, when you are on hallowed ground.

We walked among the stones and we each read the names aloud, until we had found those, that we were searching for.

A couple of hours and about 200 plus pictures later, we were done.

Russ is a trooper. He is convinced that I should have “found them all” by now.

But I am quiet about that for the most part.

(I have really just gotten started), but there is no need to tell him that.

Sly grin.....

Thomas McCarter, Son of David L. McCarter, brother to Minor McCarter. Our 3rd Great Grand Uncle.

Loutishe McCarter, Daughter of Thomas McCarter.

Once the markers were found I felt that old familiar feeling.

My family.

If you are ever in Clover, stop in and see them .

As with all the others, they will be waiting for you.

There are McCarter cousins all over the place...just about 114 McCarter's or McArthur's here in this cemetery alone.. Lots and lots of cousins.


Thomas MacArthur & Janet Chalmers,
Born in Kilmadock, Pertshire, Scotland ~ 6th Great Grands

Abraham McCarter & Elizabeth Carson,
Born Colony of Pennsylvania ~ 5th Great Grands

David L. McCarter & Sarah Catherine Dickson,,
Born Colony of Pennsylvania ~ 4th Great Grands

Minor McCarter & Mary Anne Huffstetler,
Born North Carolina ~ 3rd Great Grands

William M. Barber & Margaret Ann McCarter,
Born South Carolina ~ 2nd Great Grands

Robert Samuel Parrott & Nancy "Nannie" Ann Barber,
Born South Carolina ~ Great Grands

Wilburn Larry Parrott & Ethel Blanton ,
Born South Carolina ~ Maternal Grandparents

Sunday, March 14, 2010

A Perrott Landed in the Tree

The DNA study has been completed, ending a lot of speculation.

Our "Parrott" surname descends from the "Perrott" Family.

Wilburn Larry Parrott has been officially recognized as a true descendant of Richard Perrott.


The line has tentatively been traced all the way back to :

Sir John Perrott, of Haroldstone, Pembroke, Wales!

Birth: Nov., 1528
Death: Nov. 3, 1592

English aristocracy. His parentage is unknown but it has long been suggested that he was the illegitimate son of Henry VIII and Mary Berkeley, a lady in waiting to the Queen. Sir John was educated at St David's, Pembrokeshire, and at the age of eighteen was placed in the household of William Paule, first Marquis of Winchester. He was introduced to Court in the autumn of 1549 and was created a Knight at Edward VI's coronation. He took part in the 155l negotiations with Henry II of France toward arranging a marriage between Edward VI and infant Princess Elizabeth of France.

After Edward's death and the ascendance of Mary I to the throne, Sir John was denounced as a Protestant and was committed to the Fleet Prison before he was allowed to leave the country to join a military expedition in France. He was present at the capture of St. Quentin in 1557. He returned to England a few months prior to Mary's death and with the ascendance of Elizabeth I, Sir John was one of the four gentlemen chosen to carry the canopy of state at the new Queen's coronation. He proved a favorite of Queen Elizabeth who appointed him Vice-Admiral of the seas about South Wales and keeper of the gaol at Haverfordwest, and he became Mayor of Haverfordwest, Pembrokeshire, in 1570. The Queen appointed Sir John the first Lord of Munster, and he spent almost three years in Ireland subduing rebellion. Weary of Ireland, he returned to England without the Queen's leave in July 1573; pleading ill health, he was allowed to quit his Irish post.

In I578 he was appointed Commissioner for Piracy in Pembrokeshire. In 1584 the Queen appointed Sir John Lord Deputy of Ireland and he spent four more turbulent years in Ireland. He was able to return to England in 1588 to find that his enemies at court had ample time to conspire against him, and the throne apparently became alarmed with his power and status. After a short confinement in Lord Burghley's house, Sir John was committed to the Tower of London in March 1591. More than a year later he went to trial on charges of high treason which included contemptuous words against the Queen, and with treasonable correspondence with the King of Spain and the Prince of Parma. He was found guilty and condemned to death on April 27, 1592. A rumor surfaced that the Queen intended to pardon him, but he died of natural causes before the sentence could be executed. His son, Sir Thomas Perrott, was restored Sir John's estates.

Published in 1776. National Portrait Gallery, London.

The Chapel Royal of Saint Peter ad Vincula remains a place of worship for about 150 residents within the Tower of London. Ad vincula means in chains and commemorates St Peter’s imprisonment in Jerusalem. The chapel was dedicated some time before the Tower was regularly used as a state prison and at first it lay just west of the tower. The chapel was in existence already before the end of the 12th century. It was destroyed and rebuilt a few times. A number of high-born and eminent persons were spared the indignity of public execution on Tower Hill and were beheaded behind the walls of the Tower on the Green just in front of the Chapel.


Richard Perrott, Senior~ 7th Great Grandfather

Richard Perrott, Sr. deeded land to his son Richard Perrott, Jr.:

January 4, 1672, land was deeded to son Richard, as a wedding gift.

This deed mentions Richard Jr.'s wife, Sarah Halfhide; his second son Henry; and his brother Robert's two eldest sons.

Deed dated 4 January 1672 - Richard Perrot of Middlesex County gent. to my son Richard Perrot of aforesaid County in consideration of good will and affection which I bear to him - tract of land now belonging to me, next to ye mouth of Rappa. River containing by estimation 800 acres and if he should die without issue, the said land to go to Sarah Halfhide for her natural life and then to my second son Henry and his heirs and in case of no issue to go to my brother Robert Parrott, two eldest sons and their heirs.

Richard Perrott, Jr. died at age 36 years old.

Last Will And Testament, of Richard Perrott, Sr.:

Last Will and Testament of Richard Perrot ye elder Written 20 July 1686

-- Probated 7 February 1686/87Middlesex County, Virginia

In the name of God Amen, I Richard Perrot ye elder of ye County of Middlesex, being in perfect health both of Body & minde, But Considering mans frailety, I have made & ordained this my Last Will and Testament in maner & forme following; And ~ first I bequeath my Soul into ye hands of Almighty God who gave it hopeing through ye Merritts of my Blessed Saviour for a joyful Resurrection, And my Body to ye earth from whence it came to be decently buryed at ye discretion of my Executr hereafter named, And for what worldly goods it hath pleased God of his goodness to bestow upon me, I will & dispose of ye Same as followeth, hereby Revokeing and making voyde all former Wills by me made.

Item I give & devise unto my Loveing wife Margritt Perrot the Plantation that I now live on wth ye Stock thereunto belonging to be by her used & injoyed during her naturall life in full and ample Satisfaction of all Dower & title of Dower due to her by ye Law, Alsoe I give & bequeath unto my afores. wife, all my howsehold Goods & other Materialls belonging to ye howse, and afores. Plantation, togeather wth all my Plats to her & her Assignes for ever.

Item I Give & devise unto Henry Perrot ye eldest Sonn of my Sonn Richard Perrot, The Plantation I now live upon togeather wth ye whole Tract or Tracts of Land thereunto belonging or adjoyning thereunto wth all Plantations thereupon. And to ye Heires of his body Lawfully to be begotten for ever, to be held & enjoyed after ye decease of my Said loveing wife, And for want of Such Heires, to Richard Perrot ye Brother ye Sd. Henry my Grandson & to ye heires of his body to be Lawfully begotten, and for want of Such heires to decend to my Right Heires for ever.

Item I give & devise to my Executrix hereafter named, my Plantation and Dividend of Land Situate on the north Side of Pyankotanke River in Middlesex County Contayning One Thousand Acres of Land more or less togeather with Fower Negroes and Forty head of Cattle being upon or belonging to ye Sd. Plantation, or ye whole Stock of Cattle that Stable upon or belonging to ye Sd. Plantation at ye time of my Death, To have & to hold to my said Executrix h[er heires] and Assignes for ever to and for ye uses intents & purposes hereafter mentioned and to & for none other intent or purpose Whatsoever, (That is to Say) to ye intent That my Said Executrix Shall forthwith after my decease, for good & Sufficient Consideration Bargaine & Sell ye said Plantation & One Thousand Acres of Land wth ye Said fower Negroes & Stock of Cattle, and ~ make & deliver Sufficient Deeds or Conveyances for ye Land & confer? to ye Purchasser & his heires & Assignes for ever And dispose of and imploy ye products or purchass money paid for ye Land for and towards the payment of a Debt that I owe to John Jeffryes of ye City of London Esq., And if it should please God that my Executrix Should departe this Naturall life before ye Sale of ye Said Plantation & Dividend of Land Negroes & Cattle, Then I give ye like Power of ye Disposall or Sale of ye Same to ye Overseers of this my last Will hereafter named or ye Survyve of them, to and for ye uses Intents and purposses before mentioned.

Item All my Debts I justly owe being first Satisfyed I give and bequeath to my loveing wife Margrit Perrot and my loveing Sonn Richard Perrot all ye rest? residue of my estate whatsoever or wheresoever ye Same & to be equally divided Between them -

Item I give and bequeath unto my worthy friend Ralph Wormeley Esq. Twenty Shillings to buy him a Ring.

Item I give & bequeath to Dor. Walker Whitaker Twenty Shillings to buy him a Ring.

Item I make Constitute & ordain my loveing wife Margritt Perrot my whole & Sole Executrix of this my last Will & Testam:, And doe desire & appoynte my loveing friends Ralph Wormeley Esq. Dor. Walker Whitaker & Christopher Robinson, Overseer, to See this my last Will duely performed & fulfilled, Witness my hand & Seal this 20th day of July 1686.

Signed Sealed and publishedin ye presece of:

Richard (6th Great grandfather) had a son named Curtis Perrott ~

Curtis Perrott married Ann Daniel ( 5th Great Grandparents) on May 03, 1714 in Middlesex County, Virginia.

Curtis Sr. had a son named Curtis Perrott on January 30, 1717.

Curtis Perrott, Jr. married Ann Dashpour. (4th Great grandparents)

This couple had a son named John Parrott (3rd Great Grandfather) in Louisa County, Virginia, Colony.

John Parrott apparently went south into Georgia. He died there in about 1845. He married Hannah Kenney on April 01, 1793 in Virginia.

They had a son named Noah Tyre McKinsey Parrott.

Noah Tyre Parrott was born in Greene County, Georgia and died in York County , South Carolina. I have located a few Parrott's buried in Fayette County, Georgia.

Noah Tyre McKinsey Parrott was our 2nd Great Grandfather.

He married Mary Nichols on March 20, 1845 in South Carolina. He probably is buried at Beth Shiloh Presbyterian Church Cemetery in York County, South Carolina. There is no marker.

Beth Shiloh Presbyterian Church in York, South Carolina.

Mary Nichols is buried there, in Shiloh Cemetery.

He and Mary had at least 11 children:

One of these, was Robert Samuel Parrott, Sr. Our Great Grandfather.

Robert Samuel married his first wife, Amanda A. Curry, about 1878.

Amanda died at age 30.

She and Robert Samuel had four children, two boys and two girls.

She is buried, alongside of Robert Samuel, at Beth Shiloh Presbyterian Church in York County, South Carolina.

It could be that Amanda died in childbirth, with the last child, Alice.

Children of Robert Samuel and Amanda Curry Parrott:

William Curtis Parrott - Born November 26, 1878
Cora Lee Parrott - Born March 12, 1882
Robert Samuel Parrott, Jr. - Born February 10, 1884
Alice Parrott - Born February 1886

He married Nancy "Nannie" Ann Barber after Amanda's death.

Robert Samuel Parrott and Nannie Barber Parrott had seven more children:
Mary Lois Parrott - Born October 20, 1888
Elizabeth "Bessie" Maude Parrott - Born March 01, 1890
John James "Johnny" Parrott - Born June 20, 1892
Mary Hattie Parrott- Born December 14, 1893
Caroline "Carrie" J. Parrott April 17, 1898
Wilburn Larry Parrott - Born October 20, 1903- My grandfather.
Edward McKinley Parrott - Born July 29, 1907