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Family Stories
| These are just a few of the family stories we've collected
over the past few years. Not all of them have been verified by other sources. We
share them as part of our family's history. |
| Daniel and Maria Catherine (Moyer) Jarrett moved to a frontier settlement
in Burks Co, NC. While living in this area, the settlement was attacked by the
Cherokee Indians who swept down from the mountains to kill and injure the
unsuspecting inhabitants. Daniel was not at home so Maria took quick action. She
took her children to a falls on the Catawba River where the water ran over a
jutting outcropping of rocks creating a damp cavern behind the falls. Here, she
and the children hid until the indians were driven away. |
| Calvin Elias Myers was originally buried on the property that he owned.
Later, the property was sold off in lots. The family graves were transferred to
where the Good Hope Cemetery now stands. An interesting story as related by Gary
Norris: "I was there looking as Calvin's grave when I first wrote the Roll Call
book back about 1975. I was standing on Calvin's grave reading his exploits that
were engraved on his tombstone. Suddenly, the ground sunk at least two feet as
his coffin collapsed under my weight. The grave digger told me when they dug him
up all that was left were buttons, bootheels, and his medals. They buried these
few remains in a wooden shipping box used for coffins. I sure thought old Calvin
was getting me for moving him!" |
Edgar Burchett Myers always hated his dentures. Once he was showing some
hogs he had for sale. The dentures were bothering him, so he took them out and
put them in his coat pocket. After that he couldn't remember where he put them
and looked for them for a long time. He found them the next time he wore that
coat. He wasn't happy when family members told that story about him, but it
wasn't long before he was telling it himself. He commented, "Once someone in
this family has a tale to tell about another family member, they'll tell it. It
doesn't do any good to die because they still tell it and enjoy telling it."
Edgar was forgetful. One winter evening as he was preparing his meal, he
heated an iron and placed it in his bed to heat up the blankets. While he was
eating he heard a "terrible commotion", as he put it, and began a search to find
the source of the noise. No one was around that he could see. Later, he found
that the iron had burned a hole through the bed and fell to the floor. |
Morris Myers related his childhood: "On Saturday night you were
privileged to go in the living room and lie down on the floor and listen to the
Grand Ole Opry over the huge Philco radio which weighed about 200lbs. After we
really got modern and got a TV and got all three channels - none good enough you
could see without eye fatigue - and even then it took two people to watch TV -
one had to go up the hill and turn the antenna while the other one watched and
yelled 'that's it - hold it right there'. Was that the Good Ole Days - when
Christmas consisted of a box of apples, a crate of oranges, and a stalk of
bananas and some Juicy Fruit Gum and maybe a pack of fire-crackers. The good
part of it all was that we liked it. I will have to say that I never wanted for
anything those days but I never knew I was supposed to want anything.
The a microwave was a tall tower, a bologna sandwich was something I always
looked forward to and especially the sliced bread - I was tired of those
homemade biscuits. Well enough of this, I could go on for days but what's the
point - those days are gone and its our fault we let them perish. Yep - "the
Good Ole Days." |
Copyright © 2001-2005 Sheila Rae Myers
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