Based on well kept written family history as well as records found through 2 well known online sources; Nancy is my 5th Great Grandmother:
“Nancy Elizabeth “Yellow Bird” “Chesquah-Teleana” “Yellow Bird (Cheesquatalawny)” Jenkins, (Full-Blooded Cherokee) (born Pack), 1757 – 1823
Nancy Elizabeth “Yellow Bird” “Chesquah-Teleana” Jenkins, (Full-Blooded Cherokee) (born Pack) was born in 1757, at birth place, North Carolina, to Edmond “Trail Killer” Pack and Rebecca J. Pack.
Edmond was born in 1737.
Rebecca was born in 1737.
Nancy married Roderick Jenkins on date, at marriage place, North Carolina.
Roderick was born in 1753, in Buncombe, NC, USA.
They had 10 children: Jane Parkhurst (born Jenkins), Rosetta “Zilly” Canady (born Jenkins) and 8 other children.
Nancy passed away in 1823, at age 66 at death place, Tennessee.”
My great grandparents on my mothers side (Mama & Granddaddy) were born, raised, married, and started their own family in Tennessee before moving to Indianapolis.
I was blessed to have been able to spend a week with them as a young child.
I have 2 very prominent memories; the very first thing Granddaddy, John (Johnny) William Jenkins did was lead me to where he kept his loaded shotgun and firmly told me to never touch it.
Mama, Amanda (Webb) Jenkins made the best homemade biscuits I’ve ever tasted, and we ate them with real butter and raw honey. She kept the leftover biscuits in the oven, covered with a white towel so we could snack on them throughout the day.
Grandaddy was a farmer and bee keeper in Tennessee, and raw honey was an important staple in their diet.
I met my great grandmother (Granny White) on my father’s side when I was very young. We, as family, drove to Virginia to celebrate her 90th birthday. She lived with my grandmother’s twin sister, May (Stump) Whitlow.
Aunt May was a widow. Her husband, Dan was killed a few years earlier when his tractor rolled over on him while turning soil.
My most prominent memory is my father taking me outside to an unfinished concrete structure where he taught me how to shoot a rifle. He set up a rather crude target range using some old cans as targets. Then he handed me a box of bullets and, to my surprise, left me alone to finish off the box. My guess is that I was 7 or 8 years old.
My grandparents on my father’s side, Lynn Lester Kendall and Gay Vestella (Stump) Kendall were married in Michigan in 1928 where they had 4 children; My father, Lynn Willard Kendall was the eldest. He had 3 younger sisters; Mary, Virginia, and Joanne. They moved to Seymour Indiana to raise their family.
I spent a lot of time with all of them in Seymour when I was young. Many great memories there.
My grandparents on my mom’s side; Francis Marshall Hill and Winnie “Lucille” (Jenkins) Hill were married in Indianapolis and had 2 daughters. Janet Sue (Hill) Kendall and Linda Diane (Hill) O’Neill.
I was blessed to spend a great deal of time with both Grandma and Grandpa Hill. They were, and will always be, a positive influence in my life.
While I’m not quite certain of all the timing, it seems that my father enlisted in the Army after my parents were married here in Indy before I was born, but I do know that he was stationed in Germany for a while.
My mother and I joined him over there when I was 15 months old. I’ve been told that my first words were a mixture of English and German. And it was common for me to call anyone in uniform, “Daddy”.
Not sure exactly how long we were there but we were back and living in California by the time I turned 2 years old, because my sister, Deborah Lucille Kendall (now Meyer) was born there the day after my 2nd birthday.
We were back in Indy and I’m pretty sure we were living in a half double on Milburn street when my sister Lisa Jean Kendall (Tuttle) was born. I was exactly 3 years and 5 months old on that day and I remember when she as born. I stayed with one of my parent’s friends for the night. Her name was June. She was the one who initially introduced them to each other.