James
Boyd and 1. Periba Postles 2. Anna Postles, TN/IA
James Boyd
b 10 Aug 1783 Tenn. (his census
says Va.) was in War 1812 d 20 Nov 1854
Iowa (War of 1812)
First wife Periba Postles
(Aunt of Anna Postles who was his 2nd wife)
Ten children:
1. Elitha b. 27 Aug
1804 Tenn
2. Bartley b 20 Aug
1806 Tenn
3. Laurali (twin) b
13 Mar 1809 Tenn
4. Hannah (twin) b
13 Mar 1809 Tenn
5. Valentine b 8 Feb
1813 Tenn
6. Elcy/Ecoy b April
1874 Tenn
7. Louisa b 20 Aug
1816 Tenn
8. James b 14 July
1819 Tenn
9. Alfred b 24 Nov
1821 Ohio
10. Rufus b 15 Dec
1823 Ohio
Second wife: Anna Marie
Postles
b 8 Nov 1803 Md. in 1826 Franklin Co., Ohio
d 23 July 1882 Mahaska co. Iowa
Ten more children with 2nd wife:
11 Mary Ann b. 3 Jan 1826 married
Steven Kilgore (?)
d 10 Oct
1891 (?) where? Had a daughter named Mrs. Emma Knatt (?)
12 Clayboume b 28 Apr 1828
Married 1. Mary Jane Fulton and 2. Margaret
Ann
Halebom Children: a. Annie Wilhuine Boyd
b 23 July 1854 d 12 July 1898 bur. Alton Cem. Franklin
Co., Ohio Annie W. was the 2nd
wife to James Wesley Clover. b. Effy Minnellia c. Rosline Norry
d. Edna May
(some children may be from wife #2 Married 2. Margaret Ann Halebom
e. James Adam b 20 April 1876
13. Pirena b 8 Aug 1830 Ohio
14. Nancy b 15 Feb 1832 Ohio
married James Alexander Petty on I Jan 1854 Iowa
d la., buried Evergreen Cem. Anita, la.
15. David b 8 Aug 1833
16. Marion b I 1 Jan
1837 d Iowa (Co D, 21" infantry Ohio)
17. Un-named twin b
and d 15 Aug 1838
18. Un-named twin b
and d 15 Aug 1838
19. Neomi b 18 Oct 1844
20. Jasper b 12 Oct
1848
Below is a letter written
by Emma Knatt, neice of Nancy Boyd Petty. I have
questions about the
people mentioned in the letter. Are they Boyds and where
were they living?
The letter mentions Lisa (a
man), Josie, Dave, Ott, Emmet. Who are these
people? Does anyone
have any Boyds by these names? I am thinking the dead
woman in the letter must be
Mary Ann Boyd Kilgore. There was a date on the
letter but no address.
To: Nancy Boyd Petty, Brewster, Kansas
From: Emma Knatt, Nancy's niece, Nov 17, 1891
"Dear Aunt, I will try to answer
your letter. Forgive me for not wrighting
sooner but I have been so
troubled and have had to much to do and have been
to uncertain to do anything.
I have two houses to keep and I am not able to
keep one. Oh, Aunt, I am so
lonesome I cry myself sick with the headache but
it is as you wrote. It does
no good. I wish I could see you. We could talk
and cry together. It seems
like you are next to Mother with me. I am sorry
your health is poor. How old
are you? Mother would have been 66 on third of
Jan. She was hurt the 8 of
Oct. and died on the 10. She had got dinner,
washed the dishes and started
to town. The team scart just as they got in
town. The pool strap broke
and the tung run in the ground, broke in three
pieces, threw the buggie up
and clear over. Just as they went out, the team
come loose and run on. Them
that saw it said mother turned clean over and
lit on her back and right
sholder. He or Lisa didnt know, it was done so
quick. Lisa jumped up, asked
her if she was hurt. She said she was hurt bad
- said her bowels was two
high up and she couldnt move. They carried her
into Win Clines. Lisa sent
a team for me. When they come Ott was in the
field gathering corn. I had
company. We rung the bell for him but I didnt
wait. Oh, Aunt, I never can
be hurt so bad as I was when I got there. I went
in, kissed her and says, "Mother,
are you bad hurt?" She says, "Oh, yes,
Emma, I am bad hurt, but I
am prepared to go. How did you get here so
quick?" Lisa set holding her
hand - the tears streaming down his face. He
can never be whiter. I asked
him if he was hurt. He said no but he wished it
had been him. Mother says,
"Oh, no, Lisa, you are young and I am old. I
couldnt have staid with you
much longer any way." The doctor was dressing
her knee. They had set her
sholder and she told me it hurt her so bad when
he set it. She had no feeling
from her stomach down. Rub her and ask her if
she could feel it. She would
say she didnt know we was touching her. She was
hurt between 2 and 3 o'clock.
Ott come before night and Josie and Dave got
there a little after dark.
I never saw Mother's mind so good. She thought
and talked of everything.
Told Josie about getting a letter from you the day
before. She said she would
have answered it that morning if she had had time
but she says, "Emma. I will
half to get you to answer it." Now you said in
the closing of your letter,
"Oh, how I wish I could see you." Lisa said
Mother come over the same
thing when she read your letter. You regret not
writing oftener. In looking
over mother's letter to find different
addresses, I find moor letters
from you than anybody else. Mother suffered
lots with her sholder. The
doctor scarcely left her side - staid and done
all he could to ease her.
Everybody was so good. Everything was done that
could be done, but, oh, she
was hurt so bad. She had told us that night she
wanted to be beried at the
grove so we children could visit her grave. -
wanted Jimie Poe to preach
her funeral - wanted Lisa to have the place and
wanted him to go on with the
business just as he had been doing. She said if
it was the Lord's will, she
wanted to get well to stay with us children, but
if not, she was ready to go.
Said she had made that preparation a good many
years ago. She was so happy.
Oh, Aunt, if I can just have the dying grace
Mother had. It is all I ask.
She was perfectly resigned. Talked all that
might and next day till evening
she begin to get a little stupid but was
perfectly conscious. After
midnight she got weak so fast she suffered
terrible about an hour before
day. I suppose about an hour - begged us to
raise her up. We tried to
fix her pilows and move her sholders around to
give her ease. We couldnt
raise her up. She knew she was going. She kept
saying "Lisa, my dear. After
awhile he says "Ma, do you know me". "My yes"
she says and looked at him
and smiled - the last time we ever saw her smile
-. She got easy and just got
weaker. Her breath got shorter and shorter till
it just stopped. She dident
move even her hand. It was fifteen minutes till
eight. Oh, Aunt, we was all
nearly killed
I
got a big letter from Emmett and Gene. They are hurt so bad. Emmett
never said whether he was
coming home or not. I send my love to uncle and
Pearl. Tell him to be good
to you. He will never know how much he thinks of
Mother until he has to give
her up."
If anyone has more data on the above Boyds please contact me.