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Cynthia Gets a Husband

Now as Bill and Amelia Pack's lives went along, Amy found she was expecting a baby. Back in those days, the new mother wasn't allowed to even put her feet on the floor till the the baby was nine days old.....

Now as Bill and Amelia Pack's lives went along, Amy found she was expecting a baby.  Back in those days, the new mother wasn't allowed to even put her feet on the floor till the the baby was nine days old.  There were those that said it was even bad luck to get out of bed until the baby was nine days old, so, you see Amy was going to need help.
So Bill made the long trip from Floyd County back to Pounding Mill to ask his sister Cynthia to come stay with them. Now Cynthia was at the ripe old age of 24, she was more then glad to go - giving her one more chance to meet someone of marrying age, as she was going to stay all summer.
Cynthia Gets a Husband
Bill had a neighbor whose name was Fred Quesenberry.  One day Fred came over to Bill's and in no time at all he was head over heels in love with Cynthia.  He told Bill she bothered him so much that he was going to have to marry her to see any peace.  Bill told him he had better do it before she went back to Pounding Mill, because if she did, there wasn't much chance he'd ever see her again.  So when the circuit rider came by, Fred and Cynthia were married.
Now, Fred already had a nice big three room cabin on his land, along with the animals they would need to survive.  One thing Cynthia didn't know was that Fred had 17 full blood brothers and three sisters - a whole lot of Quesenberry's.  He told Cynthia if she would agree to live one year in Floyd County, he would come back to Pounding Mill to live with her, for she was fast becoming homesick.  So Fred worked hard and saved everything he could, and in one year's time, they were on their way to Pounding Mill.
Fred had a one horse wagon. On the way over the first mountain, one wheel came loose on the wagon.  While he was repairing the wheel, Cynthia said she would get out and walk around a while.  Fred said to her, "Don't go far, there are all kinds of wild animals around here."  Now it was the time of year for hunkleberries to ripen, and there were plenty along the road. There wasn't much to take along to eat, so she said she'd pick them and some to eat.  She was busy picking berries, and in no time she had gone out of sight around the bend from Fred.
Just then, she heard something that sounded like children playing. She listened again, and decided it was an animal.  She was just about to panic when Grandpa Fred came in sight "Hurry, Cynthia, get here." he said.  "That's a panther with cubs or a bear with cubs.  If you don't want to be their Sunday dinner, we'd better make some kind of tracks."
He loaded his big old muzzle loader rifle just as a precaution, and proceeded on down the mountain, just one of several they had to cross coming back to Pounding Mill.  It took them two weeks - they very best they could do. 
They always tried to find a farm cabin before dark where they might stay the night.  They were never turned away.  Grandma said, everybody was always friendly.  One time they couldn't find a farm, but found where a cabin had burned down, and stayed in the barn for the night.  Another time they had arrived at the base of a mountain, and hadn't found a farm. They made camp, not wanting to cross the mountain at night, and slept in the wagon.
The trip took so long because sometimes they had to stop and cut the bushes out of the way, or chop a tree out of the road, but they finally made it to Pounding Mill. They settled down between Cliffield and Pounding Mill, and there they raided their children - four boys and three girls - and lost one boy at a young age. (more but cut off...)
Grandpa had fought in the Civil War. When he got to retirement age, he received a check every month and paid their way with that, as they were very independent.  Thirty dollars was a lot of money then, and Fred had been pround of it.  When their children were grown with homes of their own and Grandpa Fred was getting old, the couple decided to stay with their children. They went to stay with their boy, Jim Quesenberry, who took care of them until Grandpa Fred died at the age of 84.  Then Grandma went to stay with Aunt Martha and Uncle Jim Brewster's house in Pounding Mill.  (Aunt Martha was Grandma's second child).
My Great Grandmother was Samantha, the Indian baby found by John Delong (*all records are pretty solid that her great grandmother was Matilda Delong, not Samantha, and that she was not an only child).  My other great grandmother (*Sarah Pack Burress) and grandmother were sisters.  They were Great Grandma Sarah and Grandma Cynthia Pack.
One of Cynthia and Fred Quesenberry's several children was George Mansfield Quesenberry, who married Mary Frances Burress, the daughter of Matilda Earls and John Burress.  These two were my parents and I was born at Pounding Mill. My mother and grandmother used to tell us about what they thought to be the only real total eclipse.  Mother said it was around 1870, or thereabouts, and happened in the later morning hours.  She and the girls were getting ready to pick berries, when Grandma Jenny (*would this be Jenny Chambers, John Burress' second wife?) said it suddenly began to grow dark. The cows came back to the barn, and the chickens that were out in the field scratching around all came back.  They didn't go back in the hen house as usual, but instead went under the house and cooed and cawed softly, just as if they were discussing the matter that was taking place.
Grandma said it was more than spooky.  Grandpa was out in the fields plowing, and had to come home cause he couldn't see to work.  The birds quit singing and the frogs and crickets became very still.  There was a hush all around - you could hear a pin drop almost, even if it didn't drop.
She gathered the children around and sat on the porch with Grandpa for what seemed like a couple of hours, till it because bright light again.  The old chickens hurried out into the bright sunlight and stretched and carried on as if they had been asleep all night.  the other animals did the same.  The next day, down at the store, Grandpa said he heard of several people that had tried to kill themselves.  They had thought the wold was coming to an end.  Grandma Cynthia and Grandma Sarah would come and stay for as much as up to a month at a time together.  Talk about fun, we had it.  Us kids would ask them to tell us about their lives 79 some years ago, which would be well over 100 now.

*Georgia Maude Quesenberry Maxfield, an 80 year old Tazewell resident (deceased), wrote these recollections of early Tazewell County life as told to her by her great-grandmother and her grandmother. Her Recollections appeared in the Tazewell Newspaper sometime in the early 1980's. Georgia was the daughter of George & Mary Frances Burress Quesenberry.

Linked toCynthia E. Pack; Sarah Elizabeth Pack; William M. "Bill" Pack; Frederick Quesenberry

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