This is 1870 Reuben not the 50s!

“This is 1870 Reuben, not the 50s” Sarah was trying to show her husband that she was a modern woman. And a modern woman can drive herself to town.

“Ain’t fit for a woman to seen in town unescorted. No wife of mine is goin be thought a Jezebel” Reuben gently reminded his wife.

“Oh Reuben!”

Sarah stormed out of the barn. Reuben had turned to the side so she didn’t see the grin on his face. He so loved the high spirit Sarah was blessed with even thought she hasn’t tempered it yet. Of course her big heart and seeing good in everyone kept her temper from appearing most of the time….But when it did :.)


Sarah talked herself down while making the biscuits for supper.
“Guess it don’t matter anyway” It really doesn’t sense we are surrounded by family so always somebody to ride with a woman.

The Lindsay house was a small one bedroom old farm house on her father R Beasley’s land.

They moved in it when they married nearly 7 years ago. Reuben had returned from the war right after his brother had died while serving. Reuben was barely alive when his father Larkin went to collect him in Asheville that Feb 1862. The fever had taken a lot out of Reuben and took his ma Rachel and Sarah most of a year to get his strength back to normal.

Reuben worked hard on his father in law farm while farming their own section of land and raise livestock to feed their young family. Wasn’t much money anywhere after the war but they were always fed. That made them blessed when so many had lost so much.

Sarah was the happy homemaker with their own home but surrounded by family and friends. The good Lord blessed them first with a daughter Harriet in 1864. Then 1867 with twins James and Mary. By 3 James was slim but tall for his age while his sister was short and tiny. “ No One would ever think they were twins ifin they they didn’t know.

The baby was one years old now and starting to pull up , ready to take off. Double stockings were used to keep her feet ready for walking. and thick cloth diapers cushioned her bottom if she landed on that part.

Sarah’s younger sister Leticia was a close friend in those days. Leticia was a sturdy hard working girl in her teens. All the farming wives were the same in that respect. Toting big bushels of seed or loading and unloading bales of hay was never given a second thought as during the war women had to do her share and more and no time to figure out how not to. You just did it and got it done.

On Saturday morning The Lindsays loaded in the wagon with Sarah’s special dishes. The Masons had suffered the loss of their barn from a fire the week before. In those days, no insurance was needed. Your neighbors has a barn raising. That was an occasion for neighbors to gather. Build the barn , men socialized, women cooked and discussed life and the children played and had a good time. A happy time by all. What good eating too.

This day was no differ, Plenty of rabbits and squirrels were stewed with potatoes, onions and beans. Finishing off the meals were some of the best breads and pies ever baked.
The barn raising was also a good way for the teenagers to keep in contact. Wasn’t too long ago that one of the neighborhood gatherings was a scene for Sarah and Reuben’s courting or seemed more like “fireworks”





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1870 Census







R A Lindsay
Birth Year:
abt 1843
Age in 1870:
27
Birthplace:
North Carolina
Home in 1870:
Cowee, Macon, North Carolina
Race:
White
Gender:
Male
Value of real estate:
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Post Office:
Franklin




R A Lindsay
27
Sarah A Lindsay
27
Harriett A Lindsay
6
James A Lindsay
3
Minetta Lindsay
3
Isabella J Lindsay
1








Reuben Beasley
Birth Year:
abt 1813
Age in 1870:
57
Birthplace:
South Carolina
Home in 1870:
Cowee, Macon, North Carolina
Race:
White
Gender:
Male
Value of real estate:
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Post Office:
Franklin








Reuben Beasley
57
Jone Beasley
55
Luvada Beasley
34
Letta C Beasley (Leticia)
14
Tolap Hibbard (Jane's Mother Julia Hubbard)
92
T M Beasley
16

Sarah Beasley's Life is put on hold...June 20, 1861

George Lindsay had enjoyed working on the Hubbard farm for the past year but duty calls and as a man he has to answer. The Hubbards hated seeing George leave but hoped he would be back soon.

George walked into his parent's kitchen, His Mom Rachel was completing her task at hand on the wood stove. The normally robust woman was eerily quiet.

The 44 year year old woman had a happy life but lots of work and life had taken a toll on the once raven haired beauty.Tomorrow was adding 20 more years to her.

Finally she spoke "George ring the bell"

Within moments Larkin and his son Reuben were washing on the back porch for the noon meal. Larkin was a good man but ruled the farm with stern rules and his wife Rachel ruled the house the same way. But don't be mistaken the love flowed.
The table was packed with the large Lindsay family joining together. Rachel was heavy with child that day but her concern was over her older boys.
Rachel looked at George, William and Reuben. At 23,22 and 19 they still had the childhood enthusiasm but thought they were grown. None married but Reuben sure is taken with that Beasley girl. Of course none of that would matter after tomorrow.

The Lindsay household, were early risers and this morning was not any different in that respect. The girls' normal chores were feeding, milking and gathering eggs then finished off with house chores. The field work was tackled by the male folks until harvesting then the women joined in. That changes today!
After the chores,the boys were met at the front door with the whole family.Saying good bye to 3 sons heading to join the war was hard. Larkin and Rachel had to face difficult times before but nothing like this.

The family prayer that day was for the safe return of all 3.Larkin knew with the boys serving together in the same unit that they could help each other and gave them a good chance of returning.
George her first born was the last to let go of his mom's embrace. Reuben was saying good bye to Sally (Sarah) Beasley while William was listening to his father's words of advice. The 3 brothers smiled at each other and jumped on the back of the wagon already loaded with other young men. The wagon was headed for Franklin in Macon County NC. The enlisting post was there on this day...June 20th, 1861....The day that the young boys were leaving their innocence, love ones and their only known existence. They were just farmers but in a few hours they would be soldiers. Time of war every body's life changed!
The last day of the year was a day Rachel would never forget. She was nursing her new born daughter when Larkin gave her the news their son George would not be returning. The whole community grieved but were proud of George Lindsay!


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Name: R A Lindsay
Residence: Macon County, North Carolina
Occupation: Farmer
Age at Enlistment: 19
Enlistment Date: 20 Jun 1861
Rank at enlistment: Private
Enlistment Place: Macon County, NC
State Served: North Carolina
Survived the War?: Yes
Service Record: Enlisted in Company H, North Carolina 16th Infantry Regiment on 20 Jun 1861.
Mustered out on 06 Feb 1862.

Birth Date: abt 1842
Sources: North Carolina Troops 1861-65, A Roster

George Lindsay
Residence: Macon County, North Carolina
Occupation: Farmer
Enlistment Date: 20 Jun 1861
Enlistment Place: Macon County, North Carolina
Side Served: Confederacy
State Served: North Carolina
Service Record: Enlisted as a Private on 20 June 1861 at the age of 20.
Enlisted in Company H, 16th Infantry Regiment North Carolina on 20 Jun 1861.
Died Company H, 16th Infantry Regiment North Carolina on 16 Dec 1861 at Staunton, VA.







Name: William Lindsay
Residence: Macon County, North Carolina
Occupation: Farmer
Enlistment Date: 20 Jun 1861
Enlistment Place: Macon County, North Carolina
Side Served: Confederacy
State Served: North Carolina
Service Record: Enlisted as a Private on 20 June 1861 at the age of 22.
Enlisted in Company H, 16th Infantry Regiment North Carolina on 20 Jun 1861

What makes Mountain women?

Let me tell you alittle of me and where I come from.
My family moved to the NC Mountains before 1845.I am proud of my ancestors and that I have their blood and even their stubbornness as part of who I am.
The mountain life was a hard one.
Raising crops and livestock on a mountain side, with enough rocks in the fields to build a potato house. Harvest and preserve enough food (crops and livestock)for the winter season and part of the spring season. Tending to and Harvesting a full supply of herbs and natural supplies.
This treasure is for all illnesses and injuries for family and neighbors as needed.
You didn't run to the doctor when a baby was comin, a farming accident occurred,illness was circulating, the croup was torturing your child, grandma was suffering with the joint aches or a love one's death was slow and painful. The hunters were facing possible death everytime they ventured into the wilderness to trap or shot wild animals. For that matter they all were possibly steps away from death.
But there were good times. Music, dances, storytelling,talking with friends and neighbors,children playing, teenagers turning into adults, joining for preaching at the small country church (even when you have to mitt and fess)not to mention gathering for family events and holidays.The food , oh my goodness the food!

The family stories from hundreds of years ago are passed down to know of their lives and the events that made them, what they were. And us what we are! We were raised up knowing the men and women in our family were tough and strong, had to be to survive. Knowing we are tough and strong, that is who we are!
Mountain life is still hard. With 18 inches of snow, hiking down the icy steep side of the mountain to get our goat back to safety, feeding the animals when every muscle in your body is aching for rest,melting snow because electric out for 2 weeks (oh yeah the water from the snow is for the animals), walking into the house at night and turn to see why the dogs are going crazy to see the biggest bear I have even seen in these parts within spitting distance (and then crying when I heard it was killed in a car accident). There is so much I want to share with you, but that takes time right?

If I am not boring you, come back for a visit real soon. I will have the coffee pot steaming, hand-me-down recipes to share, listening to your cares and worries and the stories and gossip flowing.(You might not know my neighbors but you will before long :.)

Come Back soon now, ya'll hear!