This is a copy of the prenuptial agreement (scanned from the original*) stating that a marriage between Samuel Reed (1810-1877) and Sarah A. Larissey, his third
wife, is going to happen soon. Samuel owns a LOT of land (I counted 1546 acres "more or less") and quite a few worldly possessions that Sarah will have no right to should she survive Samuel. That's it, plain and simple. Most of the document is a listing of Samuel's lands and earthly possessions. Such agreements were not uncommon then; nor are they now.
The first two witnesses listed were brothers from the Blackville area: Dr. Samuel Daniel Medicus "Sam" Guess (1836-1935), a dentist, and John Gardner Hamilton "Joe" Guess (1834-1918), a planter. The third witness was Samuel's nephew Henry Samuel Fickling (1826-1903), son of Jane Elizabeth Reed (Hugh & Jane's daughter) and Rev. William Johnson Fickling.
* Many thanks go to Barbara Holloway Smith, a 5-great granddaughter of Samuel and Mary
Reed. She called me recently and offered to share this marriage
settlement. Barbara has an original of this document! And that's not all ...
I'll share more about that at a later date.
Barbara's lineage: Samuel Reed and Mary Clark > Hugh Reed and Jane
McSpeddon > Samuel Reed and Matilda Willis > Cyrena Kesiah Reed
and William Capers Milhous > John Henry Eliott Milhous and Mary Ann
Perry > Julia Norris Milhous and Walter Stewart Peterson > Susan
Caroline Peterson and
William Jordan Holloway > Barbara Holloway Smith
Thank you so very much, Barbara, for sharing with all your cousins.
"By and For the Descendants ..." at the top of this page is what it's
all about!
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Wednesday, October 09, 2013
The “Disappearance” of Miriam Reed
Guest Post By Henry Singer, Jr.
While researching my mother’s side of my family, I located a reference called South Carolina Garrick Family Roots (Miller/Watson 1995) which detailed much of my mother’s maternal ancestry. However, when it came to my mother herself, she had “disappeared” from the family history. She was correctly identified as the daughter of Marcus Fred and Annie Garrick Reed of Savannah, Georgia, but she was listed as having married someone named "Signer" and left the area.
Miriam did indeed marry and leave Savannah and that is the subject of this narrative. Miriam married Henry Lewis Singer (not Signer) of Avon, Washington on June 20, 1946. How a man who had never been further east than Butte, Montana met a woman who had never been further west than Raleigh, North Carolina can be explained, like many stories of that era, by World War II. The story also involved an unlikely twist of fate that brought the two together.
The story actually began sometime in 1942 when a young Georgia man named Fred Reed (Miriam’s younger brother) burst into a barracks at Fort Lewis, Washington with some other Southern recruits and in a good-natured, yet boisterous, way announced that the Rebels had arrived.
Henry, at the time, had been napping on his cot and did not take kindly to being awakened. Apparently, words were exchanged between Henry and Fred, though there is no indication that they came to blows. The two were separated and the incident was over, but not the connection between the two men.
Sometime later the two men got together and apologized to each other and in an unlikely scenario went on to become close friends. Fred was an outgoing young man, while Henry, about ten years older, was a quiet and reserved man. The two men enjoyed “horsing” around together, but their real bond may have been that they both valued a man of his word and were closely tied to their respective families. The war eventually led them to Europe with the 203rd General Hospital where they were part of the motor pool. As part of the Normandy Campaign they saw their share of warfare, before finishing the war serving at a military hospital in Paris.
At some point, Fred Reed had arranged for his sister, Miriam, to write to this GI friend of his from Washington. This probably started while the unit was stationed at Fort Lewis and continued until the end of the war. Unfortunately, no record of this correspondence has ever been found. There is only a picture of Henry, sent to Miriam after the war’s end. The photo was taken in Belgium in 1945 as the troops awaited transport back to the United States.
While none of their correspondence has ever been found, a relationship obviously developed. Henry was discharged from the Army at Fort Lewis in December of 1945.
By June, he had driven across the country to meet and marry Miriam. It is believed that he made the trip twice, no easy feat in the time before interstate highways. One trip to meet Miriam, a return home to announce his intentions, followed by a return to Savannah with his sister Dee, at which time Henry and Miriam were married.
For the first four years of their marriage Henry and Miriam alternated between living in Washington and Georgia. Weather conditions often limited Henry’s work as a house mover during the winter, so they would relocate to Georgia, often staying with Miriam’s parents on Victory Drive in Savannah while Henry found work around town.
On January 7, 1948 their first child, Henry, Jr., was born. The arrival of a child made seasonal relocations less feasible. In 1950, Henry, Miriam, and Henry, Jr., returned to Washington to live permanently. With the construction of the Interstate Highway system and growing local communities Henry found steady work in the house moving trade. He continued in that employ until injury forced his retirement at the age of 60.
Henry and family settled in the town of Mount Vernon, the economic hub of the fertile Skagit Valley. Though it was the largest town in the area, the population of 8,000 was a far cry from bustling Savannah. For Miriam, the gray, cloudy days, cool temperatures and rural environment were a challenge. She dreamed of the day that the family would be able to return to Georgia. However, with the birth of two more children, daughters Anne Elizabeth (1953) and June (1957), her life in Mount Vernon became ever more permanent.
By the time Miriam returned for visits to Savannah in the 1960s and 1970s, the South she knew had changed. Though she loved her memories of Savannah throughout her life, she realized that with her family and friends, she was now more closely tied to Washington than Georgia.
Henry and Miriam delighted in their roles as parents and eventually grandparents. They faced all of life’s challenges with their children and grandchildren at the forefront of their thoughts. Henry passed away in November, 1980. Miriam continued to live in their home until her passing in April, 1999. During the intervening years Miriam, though missing Henry, remained active, nurturing grandchildren and sharing time with family.
Henry and Miriam are buried side by side in the IOOF Cemetery in Mount Vernon, Washington. The relationship that began in 1942 never wavered. Henry and Miriam shared life’s joys and sorrows together, inseparable in their affection for each other and for their family.
Henry Singer is a 4-great grandson of Samuel and Mary Clark Reed. Born in Savannah, GA, he grew up in Washington State. He and his wife Marlene taught elementary school for 30+ years and are currently enjoying retirement in Tucson, AZ.
His lineage: Samuel Reed and Mary Clark > Hugh Reed and Jane McSpeddon > James Reed and Anne Tyler > James A. Reed and Gertrude Easterling > Marcus Reed and Annie Garrick > Miriam Reed and Henry Singer > Henry Singer, Jr.
Miriam Thelma Reed, High School Graduation, 1936 |
Miriam did indeed marry and leave Savannah and that is the subject of this narrative. Miriam married Henry Lewis Singer (not Signer) of Avon, Washington on June 20, 1946. How a man who had never been further east than Butte, Montana met a woman who had never been further west than Raleigh, North Carolina can be explained, like many stories of that era, by World War II. The story also involved an unlikely twist of fate that brought the two together.
The story actually began sometime in 1942 when a young Georgia man named Fred Reed (Miriam’s younger brother) burst into a barracks at Fort Lewis, Washington with some other Southern recruits and in a good-natured, yet boisterous, way announced that the Rebels had arrived.
Henry, at the time, had been napping on his cot and did not take kindly to being awakened. Apparently, words were exchanged between Henry and Fred, though there is no indication that they came to blows. The two were separated and the incident was over, but not the connection between the two men.
Sometime later the two men got together and apologized to each other and in an unlikely scenario went on to become close friends. Fred was an outgoing young man, while Henry, about ten years older, was a quiet and reserved man. The two men enjoyed “horsing” around together, but their real bond may have been that they both valued a man of his word and were closely tied to their respective families. The war eventually led them to Europe with the 203rd General Hospital where they were part of the motor pool. As part of the Normandy Campaign they saw their share of warfare, before finishing the war serving at a military hospital in Paris.
Henry Singer (left) Belgium, 1945 |
While none of their correspondence has ever been found, a relationship obviously developed. Henry was discharged from the Army at Fort Lewis in December of 1945.
Wedding Day, 1946 Savannah, Georgia |
For the first four years of their marriage Henry and Miriam alternated between living in Washington and Georgia. Weather conditions often limited Henry’s work as a house mover during the winter, so they would relocate to Georgia, often staying with Miriam’s parents on Victory Drive in Savannah while Henry found work around town.
On January 7, 1948 their first child, Henry, Jr., was born. The arrival of a child made seasonal relocations less feasible. In 1950, Henry, Miriam, and Henry, Jr., returned to Washington to live permanently. With the construction of the Interstate Highway system and growing local communities Henry found steady work in the house moving trade. He continued in that employ until injury forced his retirement at the age of 60.
Henry and family settled in the town of Mount Vernon, the economic hub of the fertile Skagit Valley. Though it was the largest town in the area, the population of 8,000 was a far cry from bustling Savannah. For Miriam, the gray, cloudy days, cool temperatures and rural environment were a challenge. She dreamed of the day that the family would be able to return to Georgia. However, with the birth of two more children, daughters Anne Elizabeth (1953) and June (1957), her life in Mount Vernon became ever more permanent.
By the time Miriam returned for visits to Savannah in the 1960s and 1970s, the South she knew had changed. Though she loved her memories of Savannah throughout her life, she realized that with her family and friends, she was now more closely tied to Washington than Georgia.
Henry and Miriam delighted in their roles as parents and eventually grandparents. They faced all of life’s challenges with their children and grandchildren at the forefront of their thoughts. Henry passed away in November, 1980. Miriam continued to live in their home until her passing in April, 1999. During the intervening years Miriam, though missing Henry, remained active, nurturing grandchildren and sharing time with family.
Henry and Miriam are buried side by side in the IOOF Cemetery in Mount Vernon, Washington. The relationship that began in 1942 never wavered. Henry and Miriam shared life’s joys and sorrows together, inseparable in their affection for each other and for their family.
Miriam Reed Singer Mount Vernon, Washington, 1996 |
Henry and Marlene Singer |
His lineage: Samuel Reed and Mary Clark > Hugh Reed and Jane McSpeddon > James Reed and Anne Tyler > James A. Reed and Gertrude Easterling > Marcus Reed and Annie Garrick > Miriam Reed and Henry Singer > Henry Singer, Jr.
Monday, October 07, 2013
Graveyarding Time is Here
I've always loved the Fall. The temperatures are very pleasant and the leaves are beautiful. In the last few years, however, I've found another reason to love Fall. As the mosquitoes disappear and the snakes go to ground, it's the beginning of Graveyarding Season.
Here's a great shot my son Ian got last November at Hugh Reed's Family Plot near Blackville.
My plan is to revisit our family graveyards here on this blog in the next few weeks. There have been some very positive changes in the last couple of years. But first, let's review how NOT to go graveyarding from a trip Ian and I made in 2008. After reading, please leave a comment about one of your graveyarding trips.
How NOT to Go Graveyarding
On Thursday, April 10, 2008, my son Ian and I took our first major graveyarding trip down to Barnwell County. It was very successful on most counts. More about that part of the trip another time. The rest of the story is to demonstrate how NOT to go graveyarding.
When we were ready to head home from Barnwell County, it was only 2:30. So we decided to go back up through Blackville to Hwy. 3 to catch a section of Rd. 389 that was supposed to have the Jeremiah Jones family cemetery (my mother’s side of my family).
The only info I had was that it was on Rd. 389 near Sawyerdale, and I had looked it up on Mapquest. We rode through looking and had seen nothing by the time we got to Neeses. I stopped at town hall (offices close at 1PM on Thurs & Fri) and talked with the magistrate who recommended I go talk to the manager at the Piggly Wiggly. He sent us back to 389 to a church we’d seen where a funeral was being held to ask folks there. Nobody knew, including a lady who had grown up on that road. I couldn’t hang around any longer though, because my low fuel light started beeping!
We were ready to go find some ice cream and gasoline and go on home. BUT, at the gas station, I talked with a fellow that gave me directions to two possibilities. Take Begonia Road, go up a two rut road in between . . . cinder block house . . .
On one two rut road we drove into a sort of enclave with a couple of nice houses, barns, garages, farm equipment, and an Esso station. Yep, it was truly picturesque. Had TONS of very old service station collectibles all over the place. I would like to have stopped & taken a picture, but I felt like someone somewhere was pointing a gun at me. We didn’t see or hear a soul. (Maybe they were all at the funeral up the road.)
On another two rut road we saw a sort of turn-in where Ian thought he saw tombstones. I turned in on what was just a path (no ruts) in the woods. No stones. I kept going (optimist that I am) and came out in a large grassy clearing with a very large mobile home. I pulled up to it and a teenage girl came out smiling. As I was starting to tell her I was very lost, her mama comes around the back corner of the house, arms folded over chest, accompanied by two big black dogs, saying very sternly, "You better have a good reason for being back up in here."
"Yes, ma’am. I’m very lost. I’m looking for the Jeremiah Jones family cemetery." Smiling big. My 19 years in a school office where the parents got bolder, meaner, ruder, and more irate with each passing year was really paying off.
"I ain’t never heard of it," she barked.
"Ohhhh, well [disappointedly] if you’ll just tell me the best way to get back to Begonia Road, I’ll be out of here," thinking that surely they didn’t get to & fro this lovely trailer through those woods.
"Just go back up ‘ere through ‘em woods where you come in, where you had no bidness being, and take that two rut road right back to Begonia Road."
"Yes, ma’am. Thank you soooooo much. And God less y’all."
Ian & I hightailed it outta there! I really didn’t get too nervous ‘til we were back to Begonia Rd., whereupon I had to pay close attention to my driving not to have a full fledged panic attack! We made a pledge right then and there: no more two rut roads unless I know exactly where I’m going AND the folks around there know I’m coming!
Here's a great shot my son Ian got last November at Hugh Reed's Family Plot near Blackville.
Foot stone at grave of Jane McSpeddon Reed, 1794-1839 with headstone in background. |
How NOT to Go Graveyarding
On Thursday, April 10, 2008, my son Ian and I took our first major graveyarding trip down to Barnwell County. It was very successful on most counts. More about that part of the trip another time. The rest of the story is to demonstrate how NOT to go graveyarding.
When we were ready to head home from Barnwell County, it was only 2:30. So we decided to go back up through Blackville to Hwy. 3 to catch a section of Rd. 389 that was supposed to have the Jeremiah Jones family cemetery (my mother’s side of my family).
The only info I had was that it was on Rd. 389 near Sawyerdale, and I had looked it up on Mapquest. We rode through looking and had seen nothing by the time we got to Neeses. I stopped at town hall (offices close at 1PM on Thurs & Fri) and talked with the magistrate who recommended I go talk to the manager at the Piggly Wiggly. He sent us back to 389 to a church we’d seen where a funeral was being held to ask folks there. Nobody knew, including a lady who had grown up on that road. I couldn’t hang around any longer though, because my low fuel light started beeping!
We were ready to go find some ice cream and gasoline and go on home. BUT, at the gas station, I talked with a fellow that gave me directions to two possibilities. Take Begonia Road, go up a two rut road in between . . . cinder block house . . .
On one two rut road we drove into a sort of enclave with a couple of nice houses, barns, garages, farm equipment, and an Esso station. Yep, it was truly picturesque. Had TONS of very old service station collectibles all over the place. I would like to have stopped & taken a picture, but I felt like someone somewhere was pointing a gun at me. We didn’t see or hear a soul. (Maybe they were all at the funeral up the road.)
On another two rut road we saw a sort of turn-in where Ian thought he saw tombstones. I turned in on what was just a path (no ruts) in the woods. No stones. I kept going (optimist that I am) and came out in a large grassy clearing with a very large mobile home. I pulled up to it and a teenage girl came out smiling. As I was starting to tell her I was very lost, her mama comes around the back corner of the house, arms folded over chest, accompanied by two big black dogs, saying very sternly, "You better have a good reason for being back up in here."
"Yes, ma’am. I’m very lost. I’m looking for the Jeremiah Jones family cemetery." Smiling big. My 19 years in a school office where the parents got bolder, meaner, ruder, and more irate with each passing year was really paying off.
"I ain’t never heard of it," she barked.
"Ohhhh, well [disappointedly] if you’ll just tell me the best way to get back to Begonia Road, I’ll be out of here," thinking that surely they didn’t get to & fro this lovely trailer through those woods.
"Just go back up ‘ere through ‘em woods where you come in, where you had no bidness being, and take that two rut road right back to Begonia Road."
"Yes, ma’am. Thank you soooooo much. And God less y’all."
Ian & I hightailed it outta there! I really didn’t get too nervous ‘til we were back to Begonia Rd., whereupon I had to pay close attention to my driving not to have a full fledged panic attack! We made a pledge right then and there: no more two rut roads unless I know exactly where I’m going AND the folks around there know I’m coming!
Monday, April 22, 2013
Wanted: Photos of James W. Reed & Anna R. Tyler
Do you have any photographs of James William Reed (1827-1901) and/or his wife Anna Rebecca Tyler (1727-1882)? A very special cousin is looking for some, and I'd love to see them too! I bet someone somewhere must have some.
If you can help, please respond to me at samuelreedfamilyATgmailDOTcom (replacing the AT and DOT with the appropriate symbol, of course). Thank you!
If you can help, please respond to me at samuelreedfamilyATgmailDOTcom (replacing the AT and DOT with the appropriate symbol, of course). Thank you!
Friday, December 14, 2012
Michael Joshua Reed (1851-1924) and Some of His Descendants
Michael "Mike" Joshua Reed was the fourth of 13 recorded children of James William Reed (1827-1901) and Anna Rebecca Tyler (1828-1882).
Click here for further information about Mike Reed.
Michael Joshua Reed and Mary Alice Fanning Reed abt 1920
Michael Joshua Reed and Mary Alice Fanning Reed abt 1890
Ladies
L-R: Nina Maroney, Lula Emma Fogle, Myra Johnson, Christine Hair.
Men, L-R: Dallas, Clayton, [Unsure], James, and [Unsure].
Lula Emma Reed Fogle, Myra Cornelia Reed Johnson, Christine B. Reed Hair, and (seated) Nina Beatrice Reed Maroney.
George Arthur "Buck" Reed (28 Jan 1893 - 21 Aug 1963)
married Florence Barton (1896-1966).
Obituary from GenealogyBank.com used with permission |
Christine Beatrice Reed (14 Dec 1903 - 8 Nov 1956)
married B. Frank Hair (1901-1982).
Myra Cornelia Reed (18 Dec 1911 - 17 Nov 1985)
married Clarence Gary Johnson (1912-1972).
Lula Emma Reed (20 Sep 1898 - 6 Aug 1973)
married James Sumter Fogle (1890-1970).
Nina Beatrice Reed (16 Oct 1890 - 19 June 1962)
married Purvis Oscar Maroney (1874-1938).
Clayton Rivers Reed (14 Oct 1894 - 5 Dec 1970)
married Annie Hallman (1913-1987).
Michael Dallas Reed (6 Jun 1907 - 26 June 1968)
James Joseph Reed (1 Jun 1902 - 29 Mar 1979)
married Myrtle Lee Stephens.
Addie Acbarias Reed (6 Nov 1876 - 30 Jan 1963)
married Maggie L. Pou (1883-1969).
Children of Nina Reed Maroney:
Evelyn Maroney Morgan (1917-2003),
John P. Maroney (1921-1975),
and Evelyn Maroney Toole (1925-2004)
John Arthur "Johnnie" Reed (1922-2001),
son of George Arthur "Buck" Reed
Obituaries from The Augusta Chronicle (through GenealogyBank.com) and The State (through Richland County Public Library) are used with permission.
Many, many thanks to Roger Ganis of Charleston, SC, and his mother Annie Mae Fogle Ganis (daughter of James S. and Lula Reed Fogle) for their kindness in sharing their photographs.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Raymond P. Boylston, Jr., 1930 - 2012
Raymond Powell Boylston, Jr. |
Ray Boylston was a 3-great grandson of Samuel and Mary Clark Reed. He descends from Samuel and Mary's daughter Mary who married Austin Boylston.
RALEIGH - Raymond P. Boylston, Jr., of Raleigh, NC, passed away November 8, 2012.
Funeral services for Ray Boylston, Jr., 82, will be at 2:00 pm on Saturday, November 10, 2012 at St. James Methodist Church, 3808 St. James Church Rd. Raleigh, NC 27604, followed by a graveside service at Historic Oakwood Cemetery. The family will receive friends on Friday evening, November 9, 2012 from 6:00 – 8:00 pm at Brown-Wynne Funeral Home, 1701 E. Millbrook Road, Raleigh, NC 27609.
Pallbearers will be his grandsons Brooks Boylston, Christopher Hinson, Zachary Boylston, Adam Hinson, Mitchell Boylston and Samuel Boylston.
Ray Boylston graduated from the University of South Carolina with a B.A. double major in chemistry and biology in 1951. During the Korean War, he served in the Army Chemical Corps at Fort Detrick, MD.
Ray married Bobbie Weeks of North Augusta, SC in 1952 and was employed by the DuPont Company as a Health Physicist at the Savannah River Project near Aiken, SC for approximately 10 years. Ray and Bobbie lived in North Augusta, SC from 1953 until 1964 during which time their three children were born.
Ray Boylston transferred to DuPont's corporate offices in Wilmington, DE in 1964 where he served as a Corporate Safety and Fire Protection Engineer. Then in 1965, he was transferred to Kinston, NC where he became the Safety Supervisor for the DuPont Dacron Polyester Plant. While employed in Kinston he was active in many State and local safety organizations.
In 1973, Ray was requested to become the first State Director of the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, a position he held for four years. After leaving OSHA in 1977, Ray became the Safety Manager for the American Textile Manufacturers' Institute in Charlotte, NC.
Ray Boylston and three other principals formed ELB and Associates, Inc. in 1978, a comprehensive occupational safety and health consulting firm. He served as vice president, senior vice president and president of the firm over an 18 year period. He retired from the firm in 1994.
He was an outstanding safety professional at the local, state and national level serving as national president of the American Society of Safety Engineers. His numerous awards include: Fellow in the American Society of Safety Engineers and the Distinguished Service to Safety Award for the National Safety Council.
Ray Boylston was a distinguished author of business and non-fiction books. Some of his many books include MANAGING SAFETY AND HEALTH PROGRAMS, THE BOYLSTON FAMILY HISTORY, BUTLER'S BRIGADE, THE BATTLE OF AIKEN, EDISTO REBELS AT CHARLESTON, AND HEALING SPRINGS.
His greatest legacy was his total commitment to his family and his consistent love, support, wisdom, and generosity. Surviving are his wife of sixty years, Bobbie Weeks Boylston, daughter and son-in-law, Jennie Boylston Hinson and Gerald Hinson; son and daughter-in-law Brooks M. Boylston and Dianne Kennedy Boylston; and son and daughter-in-law Ray S. Boylston and Leigh Moore; grandchildren Christy Boylston Moore and husband Corey Moore, Brooks O. Boylston and wife Susan Woodward Boylston; Christopher Hinson and Adam Hinson; Zachary Boylston and wife Jenn Moore Boylston of Wilmington, NC, Mitchell Boylston and Samuel Boylston. Ray's great grandchildren are Cameron, Katie and Ryann Moore; Benjamin, Cecilia and Rosemary Boylston; all of Raleigh.
Ray Boylston was preceded in death by his parents, Lillie Victoria Boylston and Raymond Powell Boylston and brother Samuel L. Boylston of Columbia, SC.
The family wishes to thank all of the caregivers from Comfort Keepers and Hospice of Wake County for their support and assistance during the past few months. Their gentle nature and compassion were a blessing to the entire Boylston family.
Suggested memorials are or the Jimmy V Foundation. Share your condolences at www.brownwynne.com
Funeral services for Ray Boylston, Jr., 82, will be at 2:00 pm on Saturday, November 10, 2012 at St. James Methodist Church, 3808 St. James Church Rd. Raleigh, NC 27604, followed by a graveside service at Historic Oakwood Cemetery. The family will receive friends on Friday evening, November 9, 2012 from 6:00 – 8:00 pm at Brown-Wynne Funeral Home, 1701 E. Millbrook Road, Raleigh, NC 27609.
Pallbearers will be his grandsons Brooks Boylston, Christopher Hinson, Zachary Boylston, Adam Hinson, Mitchell Boylston and Samuel Boylston.
Ray Boylston graduated from the University of South Carolina with a B.A. double major in chemistry and biology in 1951. During the Korean War, he served in the Army Chemical Corps at Fort Detrick, MD.
Ray married Bobbie Weeks of North Augusta, SC in 1952 and was employed by the DuPont Company as a Health Physicist at the Savannah River Project near Aiken, SC for approximately 10 years. Ray and Bobbie lived in North Augusta, SC from 1953 until 1964 during which time their three children were born.
Ray Boylston transferred to DuPont's corporate offices in Wilmington, DE in 1964 where he served as a Corporate Safety and Fire Protection Engineer. Then in 1965, he was transferred to Kinston, NC where he became the Safety Supervisor for the DuPont Dacron Polyester Plant. While employed in Kinston he was active in many State and local safety organizations.
In 1973, Ray was requested to become the first State Director of the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, a position he held for four years. After leaving OSHA in 1977, Ray became the Safety Manager for the American Textile Manufacturers' Institute in Charlotte, NC.
Ray Boylston and three other principals formed ELB and Associates, Inc. in 1978, a comprehensive occupational safety and health consulting firm. He served as vice president, senior vice president and president of the firm over an 18 year period. He retired from the firm in 1994.
He was an outstanding safety professional at the local, state and national level serving as national president of the American Society of Safety Engineers. His numerous awards include: Fellow in the American Society of Safety Engineers and the Distinguished Service to Safety Award for the National Safety Council.
Ray Boylston was a distinguished author of business and non-fiction books. Some of his many books include MANAGING SAFETY AND HEALTH PROGRAMS, THE BOYLSTON FAMILY HISTORY, BUTLER'S BRIGADE, THE BATTLE OF AIKEN, EDISTO REBELS AT CHARLESTON, AND HEALING SPRINGS.
His greatest legacy was his total commitment to his family and his consistent love, support, wisdom, and generosity. Surviving are his wife of sixty years, Bobbie Weeks Boylston, daughter and son-in-law, Jennie Boylston Hinson and Gerald Hinson; son and daughter-in-law Brooks M. Boylston and Dianne Kennedy Boylston; and son and daughter-in-law Ray S. Boylston and Leigh Moore; grandchildren Christy Boylston Moore and husband Corey Moore, Brooks O. Boylston and wife Susan Woodward Boylston; Christopher Hinson and Adam Hinson; Zachary Boylston and wife Jenn Moore Boylston of Wilmington, NC, Mitchell Boylston and Samuel Boylston. Ray's great grandchildren are Cameron, Katie and Ryann Moore; Benjamin, Cecilia and Rosemary Boylston; all of Raleigh.
Ray Boylston was preceded in death by his parents, Lillie Victoria Boylston and Raymond Powell Boylston and brother Samuel L. Boylston of Columbia, SC.
The family wishes to thank all of the caregivers from Comfort Keepers and Hospice of Wake County for their support and assistance during the past few months. Their gentle nature and compassion were a blessing to the entire Boylston family.
Suggested memorials are or the Jimmy V Foundation. Share your condolences at www.brownwynne.com
Published in The News & Observer on November 9, 2012
Read more here: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/NewsObserver/obituary.aspx?n=Raymond-P-Boylston&pid=160956700#storylink=cpy
Read more here: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/NewsObserver/obituary.aspx?n=Raymond-P-Boylston&pid=160956700#storylink=cpy
Photo Gallery of 171 photographs of Ray and his family: Here
Guest Book: Here
Source: DignityMemorial.com
Thursday, November 01, 2012
Bruce Odom's Index to Barnwell County Probate
Samuel Reed's Signature on His Will on 24 Aug 1823 |
Bruce Odom is one of these folks for me. His research online was invaluable early on in helping me find my 2-great grandfather James Henry Reed. His research on our Odom line is unparalleled in my opinion.
Bruce is still at it, I'm delighted to report. Last winter he posted an index to Barnwell County probate files on RootsWeb. Click here for the link to this index. Find your ancestor on the index, and go much more quickly to their record without jumping around hit or miss.
More details from that page:
This table includes
the names from the Barnwell County, SC loose papers probate files that have been
digitized and posted online by familysearch.org. They are in the Historical
Records for North America. Here is the URL that takes you to the county list for
South Carolina: https://www.familysearch.org/search/image/index#uri=https%3A//api.familysearch.org/records/collection/1911928/waypoints
Click the county of
your interest and be prepared for some amazing family tree research. One of the
most valuable features of this information is that it includes the names of
several thousand slaves.
There are a good
number of wills but I did not indicate that. If there was a will I used that
date otherwise the date is the earliest one I saw from skimming through the
information. This information can be searched and sorted as an MS Word table. On
the familysearch screen type the number for the set of
File Numbers you want to look at and then type the Image Number of the
particular file you want to see. Broadband is essential.
Bruce Odom
Athens, TX
Jan. 29, 2012
Bruce, thank you once again for your diligence. You always amaze! I can never thank you enough.
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