Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
James Nelson Fields
Builders of Destiny
Builders of Destiny
by Jesse Stuart
They lie, our pioneers, where highways run.They lie where railroads go and cities stand.Their brittle bones have been exposed to sunAnd wind. Their bones are restless in this land.What does it matter if their bones do lieBeneath the turning wheels where millions pass,Builders and dreamers born to live and dieLike white plum petals on the April grass?What does it matter if their bones turn stone, Their flesh be richer dust our plowshares turn,Builders who made America our own, Whose blood has fed the roots of grass and fern?Dreamers and builders of our destiny, They left their epitaph for all to read;A land of dream and wealth and energy,A land where freedom is the greatest greed.
June 14, 2008
by Jesse Stuart
They lie, our pioneers, where highways run.They lie where railroads go and cities stand.Their brittle bones have been exposed to sunAnd wind. Their bones are restless in this land.What does it matter if their bones do lieBeneath the turning wheels where millions pass,Builders and dreamers born to live and dieLike white plum petals on the April grass?What does it matter if their bones turn stone, Their flesh be richer dust our plowshares turn,Builders who made America our own, Whose blood has fed the roots of grass and fern?Dreamers and builders of our destiny, They left their epitaph for all to read;A land of dream and wealth and energy,A land where freedom is the greatest greed.
June 14, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
William "Buck" and Sallie (Herald) Combs
One of my latest discoveries are of my Great Grandpa JWB (Jehue's) Combs parents. I have discovered their names.but unfortunately I do not have anything other information.
Labels:
J.W.B. Combs,
Jehue,
Sallie (Herald),
William"Buck"Combs
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Farming and Coal mining
GrandPa and Grandma Combs
My family from the mountains of Southeastern Kentucky were farmers and coalminers. They were a hardy bunch that worked by the sweat of their brow, and the strenght of their back. Grandpa Combs was farmer until he came to N Ky. to find work in the steelmill in Newport. But the hills of Kentucky were in his blood, and he and grandma bought land for a farm on Elsome Creek. They would plow the fields with mules, and clear with cycle and blade.
Grandpa Hall was a farmer,and coal miner. He owned over 400 acres on Mill Creek, and the old homestead was off Hall's Branch. From family history he was killed in coal mine just up the hill from our old Hall homestead in November in 1941.

This is the old Hall's place.
Since coal and grain runs thru my veins,it could explain my love for this place. In a world where things are so crazy some times. I long for the peace that this place brings. I am beginning to understand why others that have roots in this soil return again and again. Even with its rugginess there is also such a peace. By looking around it is not about having more than the Jones, but a sense of your neighbor is family, and probably is. These mountains are from a simplier times, and it is a place time has almost forgot.

My family from the mountains of Southeastern Kentucky were farmers and coalminers. They were a hardy bunch that worked by the sweat of their brow, and the strenght of their back. Grandpa Combs was farmer until he came to N Ky. to find work in the steelmill in Newport. But the hills of Kentucky were in his blood, and he and grandma bought land for a farm on Elsome Creek. They would plow the fields with mules, and clear with cycle and blade.
Grandpa Hall was a farmer,and coal miner. He owned over 400 acres on Mill Creek, and the old homestead was off Hall's Branch. From family history he was killed in coal mine just up the hill from our old Hall homestead in November in 1941.

This is the old Hall's place.
Since coal and grain runs thru my veins,it could explain my love for this place. In a world where things are so crazy some times. I long for the peace that this place brings. I am beginning to understand why others that have roots in this soil return again and again. Even with its rugginess there is also such a peace. By looking around it is not about having more than the Jones, but a sense of your neighbor is family, and probably is. These mountains are from a simplier times, and it is a place time has almost forgot.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
The Combsie clan
You're in the Army Now!
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Orchard Terrace Church of God


This is the church the Highland Hts church built in 1978 and 79. Dad was a large part of building this. He actually had a bad accident doing so. He had been knocked of a 12' scaffold by a mortar drill, and feel and broke two vertebrae. At the time, the doctors said Dad probably would have to wear a brace for the rest of his life. He over time did away with brace, and you would never know that anything happened. And over time, God has seen that Dad has returned to be there pastor. Mom and Dad have put there heart and soul into the congregation, and he has blessed them over the years.
Highland Heights Church of God~Cleveland Assembly





From 1966 or 67 our family started to attended a little church in Highland Hts.,Ky. We became one of the mainstay families thru the years. Alot of my Mom and Dad time and money were spent there. You could always find us there Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night, Saturday night, and any time there was a revival or any other time the doors were open.
It has changed very little, On the way home from work last night I took a little side trip, and I was amazed how little that whole neighborhood has stayed the same.
Dad helped with Bro.Edison Buchanan(pastor), and Gene Chipman put on the rear addition. They also built the parnish down the hill.
Coming to Northern Kentucky

The year was 1940, and Dad was 4yrs old. Grandpa had found work at the Newport Steel Mill. So it was time to transplant himself and the family to where the work was going to be. And there were a couple of way to travel from the hills of Eastern Appalachia. One was by automobile or one was by train. As a little boy it would have been an adventure and thrill to ride a passenger train to a new location. They traveled from Jackson to Covington. The Covington station was still being used to load and off load passengers. The building was restored in recent years, and now is used an attorney's office.
William and Patrica Combs
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Hall

William Hall Jr.
February 15th 1891~November 22nd 1941
Billy Hall Cementery(This is named after Great Grandpa Hall,it is part of 400 acre property)
Jalie (Gilbert)Hall
January 18th 1896~October 25th 1982
Labels:
Billy Hall Cementery,
Jalie Hall,
William Hall Jr.
J.W.B. and Elizabeth Baker~Combs
Trip to Breathitt County
My Dad and I took a little trip to our roots in Breathitt county Ky yesterday. During our visit, we visited the Breathitt county courthouse in downtown Jackson. And visited a couple cementeries also(Billy Hall and Buck Herald cementery). This was such a valable trip for a couple of reasons. I now have a pretty knowledge of the land, and know where myself, siblings are originally from. And now I can document items for future generations.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Great Grandpa and Grandma(Guard) Bosaw~Maple Grove Cemetery, Cleves Ohio
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
The Ring

The wedding band that I wear on my finger is one of my most prized possessions. It is a wedding band my Dad wore for many years. As of this writing, Mom and Dad have been married 47 years. In a society of throw away marriage. This is a thing to be honored! I(we) are so blessed to have two parents that have stuck through thick and thin. They are not perfect,but they are real. I love my parents more and more every day. As they grow older, I realize they will not always be with me(us). I don't write this because they are sick or any other reason. But the Word(Bible) says to Honor your Father and Mother. And they are to be honored! Because they have honored their (our) God.
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