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Volume 8, Number 12 - Summer 1985

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The McHaffies
by James Douglas McHaffie
Submitted by Flo McHaffie Brown

The McHaffies came from near Knoxville, Tennessee, about the year of 1830. There were three brothers: David McHaffie, John McHaffie, and Hugh McHaffie. James Brazeal and William Braden were the brothers-in-law of the McHaffies.

They all settled on land in what is now known as Springfield, Missouri, for a short time. This was mostly prairie land and not much timber so they moved to Christian County on the Finley River and Stewart Creek. The McHaffies were tanners by trade and they needed plenty of oak bark to tan leather. They used to make horse collars.

David McHaffie had nine children; four boys and five girls. The boys’ names were Andrew, Simon, Polk, and George. One of the girls married Jack Hyde; one married John Stone; two married Kissees; and one never married. This is true about the family of David McHaffie insofar as I know.

John McHaffie had nine children; three boys and six girls. The boys were James McHaffie, Marion (General) McHaffie, and Walter McHaffie, who died when he was a small boy. The six girls were Catherine, Martha, Sophia, Teene, Emma (Bill), and Sweetie, who died when she was a baby. Catherine married a Swearengin; Martha married a Horton: Sophia married a Walker; and Teene married a Padjett.

Catherine’s husband was killed by Bushwhackers, and then she married Eldridge. Marion (General) McHaffie was shot through the lung when he was 16 years old. It was at the same time when Swearengin was killed. James McHaffie died at Sedalia with smallpox during the war.

Hugh McHaffie was never married, and died at the age of 27 years. His grave was the first in the McHaffie Cemetery in 1843.

Marion (General) McHaffie’s, (son of John McHaffie), mother’s name was Susan Sherred McHaffie. The "General" married Mary Isabelle Miller, and they had four sons; Charles Henry McHaffie, Oliver Newton McHaffie, James Douglas McHaffie, and Marion Allen McHaffie.

Charles Henry McHaffie was a medical doctor, and served in France in the First World War as a captain. Oliver Newton McHaffie lived on a farm all his life. James Douglas McHaffie lived on rough hilly farms most of his life. He worked in Kansas City about two and one-half years during the Second World War for Stover Candy Company. Marion Allen McHaffie was a teacher, and a traveling salesman. He was great in arithmetic.

William Braden married Julia McHaffie. They came here from Tennessee with the McHaffies. It has been said that he hewed the logs for the first store building in Springfield, Missouri. They had two sons; Benton Braden and Jack Braden, and four daughters; Katy, Caroline, Becky, and one married a Goodnight. I don’t remember her name.

James Brazeal married Lochy McHaffie. They also came from Tennessee with the McHaffies. They lived on Stewart Creek. They had two sons; Layfayette Brazeal and Andrea Brazeal, and three daughters; one married a Harvel; one married a Conister; and one married a Brazeal. This is about all that I can think of about this family.

These Are Some Of The Things In My Life

James Douglas McHaffie was born April 22, 1888. He was the son of Marion (General) McHaffie and Mary Isabelle McHaffie. J. D.’s father died when he was five years old. As a boy he was not very strong. He had the "chills" quite a bit. He played around in the orchard and the barn. He would go fishing in the spring and summer, and go swimming when the neighbor boys would come on Sunday. Then on Monday morning, he would have another "chill".

My younger brother and I spent hours playing with our homemade wagon in the dusty road, and swinging in the swing in the shade. We used to have grapevine swings, also. We would climb the apple trees, and we enjoyed the early harvest and June apples.

We lived only a little way from the school house, and we always went home at noon for our lunch. We had to water the mules so we didn’t get to play much at noon.

We had two mules with real old names; Jona and Phillof. Jona jumped out from under me one time and sprained my wrist. I had to carry my arm in a sling for a while. A few years later, another mule jumped out from under me when someone fired a gun, and sprained the same arm again.

When I was eight years old, I went to school every day and got a prize for going every day, and, also, got a prize for the most headmarks in my class.

When I was eleven or twelve years old, I used to carry the mail for my brother when he was busy on the farm. He had a contract to carry the mail from Glesa to Bruner; about two and one-half miles. One day while I was waiting for the mail from Sparta, a drunk man came along and took my pony. I can see

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him yet as he went galloping down the road. The stirrups were so short he was almost standing up. I didn’t know what to do. I thought I would have to walk home and carry the mail bag. The man at the store, where the drunk man had eaten his lunch, brought the man’s horse down to the Post Office. He had me take the drunk man’s horse home. I felt so ashamed to go back without the pony. They couldn’t imagine what was the matter when I came home on another horse.

One time while I was cutting cane close to our barn, some men from town were shooting walnuts on the tree, and one of the bullets cut the stalk that I was cutting about even with my head. So, I left corn-cutting for a while and went down under the hill out of the ‘‘danger zone."

In 1901, on the 17th day of April, we were planting corn and it rained so much we had to quit planting. My brother and stepdad went to the store to wait till the rain was over, but it kept raining till the creek was overflowing. They came down to the creek and called for me to get the boat and come after them. It had turned cold, and the boat was under water, and I had to dip the water out of the boat. I used a scoop shovel to paddle the boat. The creek kept rising; drifts and logs were coming down the creek. I started across when a drift broke loose upstream and my stepdad called for me to turn back till the drift passed by. I did this twice. I got cold and nervous, but finally got across to the main current. I almost reached the other shore when a wave, or tide, caused the boat to turn back toward the main stream. I lost control of the boat. I laid my shovel down and floated down stream a little and caught hold of some overhanging limbs. I couldn't swim at this time. My brother waded out to the boat and we all got back safely across the river.

I didn’t learn to swim till I was about sixteen years old. My older brothers would take me out in the deep water when I was small and let me down in the water. I would scream and try to climb them because I was afraid of the water. I always liked to go boat riding when there were no floods.

At harvest time, the neighbors would help haul the wheat and hay out of the bottom field to stack. Sometimes there would be three or four wagons hauling it. It was open range then and all the livestock ran outside. I would have to guard the gate as they didn’t want to get off the load every time to open the gate to get through. I was always glad when the last load came at dinner time. I would shut the gate, and while the driver held the check lines, I would climb on the load. These were the good days; the best days of our lives. I had to be the water boy for the men working in the fields and I was always welcome.

I was always glad when school began about the first Monday after the Fourth of July. It lasted six months and it was a sad day when school was out. I always claimed some of the girls in school from the very first school and as long as I went to school. But, "just claim" was as far as I got with the girls. I was too bashful.

I was seventeen years old when I began to walk with the girls. On the foot bridges as we were coming from church one Sunday, I asked Florence Luttrull if I could come and see her that afternoon about two o’clock, and she said I could. That was my first date and I kept renewing it from one Sunday till the next.

We would walk two and one-half or three miles to church as we couldn’t afford a buggy. We rode horseback several times, but most of the time we walked. One time it rained on us all the way home. It was dark and muddy. I was quite a mess.

(MY BROTHER, NEWT, AND I): We would ride into the hills to see about the cattle about once a week and take salt to them. The hills were free range for everybody and it was called Cherry Hollow. There were quite a few old timers who lived in cabins and worked in the timber, cutting wood, coal caps, and coal props. There was wild game for the people to hunt.

I used to like to go fishing with the seine and net in the summer time. One day while my two brothers and I were swimming, one of the boys was feeling under some tree roots on the bank for fish and discovered a large eel. We went up to the house for the net. We stretched the net around the hiding place and took sticks to scare the eel out into the net. We all three had the eel in our hands and tried to hold it. We put sand and gravel in our hands, but we couldn’t hold it. We just twisted and turned until it finally broke the net and got away. That was the last eel I ever saw in Finley Creek.

Newt, my brother just older than I, and I went lots of places on horseback; picnics and pie supper entertainments. We went to quite a few places.

On New Year’s day 1905, I went with him to the Roberts’ home for his wedding, and after dinner, I walked back home. I didn’t think then that I would have the courage to ever get married, but time changes things.

I remember the first time I saw Springfield, Missouri, when I was ten years old. My eldest brother and I went to Springfield in a wagon. It took most of the day to make the trip. We stayed at the Arkansas wagon yard. We sold the eggs, butter, and chickens for whatever we bought at the store. We would bring back a load of groceries and whatever we needed from the store. It was a long way from the square to the National Cemetery, with farms on both sides of the

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road. Now it is all houses. My brother was driving a pair of sorrel mules and every time we met a bicycle, the mules would try to run away. My first ride on a street car was quite a treat for a boy from the hills. I had something to tell the kids at school about my trip to Springfield.

I went to the McHaffie School two years in the old school house. In 1896 they built a new school. I only got to the sixth grade. I quit school to help on the farm.

In 1908 in the month of August, I went with step-dad to Cross Timbers, Missouri, to move my brother back to Rogersville, Missouri. There were three wagons and it took two days to make the trip. It was hot and dry. We camped out at night. We made coffee and fried meat, slept in the wagons and under the wagons—what sleep we got. On the return trip, we camped at Glady Spring school house one night, stayed in Louisburg one night, and the last night in Springfield, Missouri; then went to Rogersville, unloaded and then back home. We had been gone nine days.

In the fall of 1904 my brother, Newt, and I hitched the mules to the buggy and drove to Seymour, Missouri, to Uncle Sol Millers. While we were there, we traded the mules for a nice span of horses and gave $25.00 to boot. We drove home the next day so proud of our new team of horses. They gave good service for many years.

I went to Pedlo to church quite a bit to hear the Baptists and Methodists preach the gospel, and went to Larose to hear the Christians preach. Then Uncle Jimmy Norris came to McHaffie school house preaching the gospel. My mother, my two brothers, and myself were baptized. My mother always believed in the Lord Jesus, but had never been baptized. She always taught us boys to be honest and do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and stay out of bad company. All that I am, or expect to be, I owe to my mother for the way she shaped my life. She raised four boys, no gamblers or drunkards.

I worked on the farm, planted, plowed, worked in hay, cut corn, drove posts, and built fences. We had a lot of floods at this time that washed all our fences out and we would have to untangle the wire and rebuild again. The flood washed all the wheat out of nine acres, except fourteen shocks. Also, washed the foot bridge out at this time. We had plenty of work to do. It was always a nasty, dirty job after a flood to clean up the mess, cleaning the drifts off the fences and straightening up the fences. One time the flood washed our boat away. We had to take the wagon to haul the boat back home.

I borrowed a buggy from my brother and took my girl to the carnival one time. We were in a rainstorm as we came home. The rain almost ruined her new hat.

About one month before we got married, we went to the county fair at Ozark, Missouri. We went through the old courthouse and I showed Florence where I would get the marriage license when we got married.

On Friday, October 22, 1909, I rode to Ozark on horseback to get our marriage license. I picked apples the next day, and then went to David Ackins to get him to perform the wedding ceremony for us at her father’s house. On Sunday, October 24, 1909, we were married, and ever since that day, she has been Florence McHaffie. We went to my mother’s home the next day and lived there about two years.

On December 2, 1910, a little girl came to live with us. Her name is Flo Marie McHaffie. She got kicked by a colt after we moved from mother’s home. The doctor had to take several stitches to close the cut above her eye.

Time went by with our daily routine of work; cutting saw logs, and getting wood, feeding and milking the cows, slopping the pigs.

On January 11, 1915, a little boy came to live with us and his name is Charles Fred McHaffie.

After Charles came, we bought the store close by. Florence took care of the store and the kids. I worked on the farm and hauled produce that we bought at the store and went to the depot to get the freight.

One year I sold one-half car of black walnuts. I would go to town every day with a load of walnuts.

The road was rought and muddy. One time the snow was deep, drifted, and frozen on top. It was almost past going through. When I did get through, the horses were wet with sweat. That one-fourth mile seemed more than the rest of the way. I would put the blankets on the horses when I fed them at noon and used them to wrap around me to keep out the cold. I also used a footwarmer in the wagon.

I was always used to smooth land to plow, but when I moved on Squaw Run, I found rough, rocky ground, a lot of bushes to cut, and a lot of fence to build. I would go around the fences about once a week to see if any trees had fallen on the fence and broke it down.

Went to church and prayer meetings, and had prayer meetings at our house a lot of times, and we enjoyed every night in the month of February.

In 1923, I was trimming some trees and reached up to cut a limb and stretched my side. I felt a sharp pain in my side for two or three days. My side began to get stiff and sore. One morning at breakfast, I got sick and had to go for an operation at the Baptist Hospital with a ruptured appendix. Gangrene had already get in. Had three drainage tubes in my side

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and about the tenth day my side began to leak through the incision. I stayed twenty-four days at the hospital, and my oldest brother, who as an M.D., took me to his home in Ash Grove, Missouri. He brought me home about the middle of April my side was still draining during this time.

On the sixth day of June 1923, another little boy came to live with us. His name is Chester Glenn McHaffie.

I wasn’t much help around the place with my tender side and my bowels still leaking through my side. I began to get more humble than I ever was before, believing the Lord Jesus was able to make me whole. I went to my brother-in-law’s home and we had prayer, and I asked them to pray for me. When they anointed me—all the joys that fills my soul—I received the Holy Ghost. This happened on the eighth day of July 1923. This is one of my greatest memories.

My son, Charles, was with me as we walked home. The joy still remained; almost walking on air the next day. I raked hay and had a song on my lips all day. We all have our trials and troubles in this life, but when Jesus comes, He will see us through it if we trust in Him.

On the eighth day of April 1926, we bought a new Ford car. On the sixth day of June we went to Lake Taneycomo. It was the first time I ever saw the dam. We enjoyed the trip down the Pine Ridge.

I don’t claim to be a preacher, but I have spoken a few words and read some of God’s Word at a few funerals, and baptized a few in the Name of the Lord Jesus; for this is the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

We lived about twenty-four years on the place on the Squaw Run Branch; then came to Sparta, Missouri. Worked at the Post Office about two months. Worked around at different jobs; cut weeds, mowed yards, etc.

On Labor Day, 1943, went to Kansas City. Got a job at Stover’s Candy Company. Worked there about two and one-half years. Then we bought 88 acres one and one-half miles from Linden. Moved to that place in 1947 and lived there about ten years. Then in 1957 moved to Sparta, Missouri.

At the present time we live on Highway 125 on a four-acre tract of land on the west side of town.

McHAFFIE CEMETERY

Located 2 miles north of Bruner, Missouri Christian County, Missouri

ANDERSON	Margret A., 1882; 1920
BOLIN	Inf. son of R. D. & Martha
BRACKEN	William H., 7 Feb. 1883; 11 Dec. 1945
	Almeda, 11 July 1886; d—
	Inf. dau. of W. H. & A., 24 July; 12 Aug. 1907
BRADEN	Inf. son of G. W. & J. B., b & d 11 Nov. 1908
	Margaret M., 1 Feb. 1848; 20 Feb. 1881
	Julian, no other info
	William, 6 Mar. 1807; 10 Feb. 1895
BRAZEAL	Margaret, 10 Mar. 1845; 9 Dec. 1932
	Cathran, age 76 years
	James, 6 Oct. 1818; 20 May 1904
	Lockey Jane, wife of James, 29 Oct. 1813; 8 Apr. 1900
	Margaret A., 13 Apr. 1868; 12 Nov. 1874
	Eliza Eveline, 20 Apr. 1855; 29 Oct. 1856
	Samuel H., son of A. J. & M., 3 Jan. 1861; aged 2 yrs., 7 mos.
	Mary, wife of Andrew J., d 3 Jan. 1865; aged 49 yrs., 3 mos., 13 days
	James. H., son of A. J. & M., d 9 Nov. 1865; aged 20 yrs., 7 mos., 7 days
	A. J., hush, of Mary, 14 Sept. 1814; 18 Feb. 1879
	John, son of A. J. & M., d 9 Dec. 1866; aged 23 yrs., 8 mos., 22 days
BROWN	Tine Mae, 11 May 1905; 7 Jan. 1930
BUDD	Sylvia, 28 Aug. 1892; d —, wife of W. M.
	Walter M., 9 July 1893; 2 Oct. 1942
COPELAND	Frank, 28 July 1868; 21 Aug. 1938
Arnice C., wife of Frank, 12 Aug. 1881; 10 Mar. 1928
DAVIS	Jo, 8 May 1881; 16 Feb. 1889
ELDRIDGE	Catherine, 2 Nov. 1838; 1 Dec. 1891

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FENDER	Beatrice Todd, 1906; 1934
GARRISON	Inf. dau. of Fred & Zula, 13 Nov. 1907
GOODNIGHT	Elizabeth J., 21 Oct. 1833; 7 Sept. 1857
HARP	Inez E., 5 Mar. 1949
HOBBS	Alma Zenia, 1904; 1955
HOLMAN	Jessie, 14 Nov. 1898; d — , wife of Wm.
	William, 25 Nov. 1897; 8 July 1952
HORTON	Jacob James, 12 Nov. 1901; 20 Nov. 1928
	Lula B., 1888; 1969
	James L. 1887; 1960
HULL	Edna, 1896; 1910
JACKSON	W. A., 1869; 1952
JOHNS	Isaac H., son of I. R. & M. L., 27 Feb.; 1 Oct. 1886
	J. Finis, 30 Nov. 1860; 16 Aug. 1932
	Elma Iva, dau. of T. F. & 0. L., 14 Feh. 1902; 5 Jan. 1906
	Julia, wife of J. Finis, 17 Dec. 1870; 1 May 1957
	John, 1 Aug. 1833; 13 Oct. 1900
	Ollie E., 20 Feb. 1876; 6 Feh. 1952
	Thomas F., 27 Mar. 1873; 25 Mar. 1953
	Minnie, dau. of F. J. & 0. A., 18 Oct. 1893; 30 Oct. 1894
	Isaac Leroy, son of F. J. & D. A., 29 July 1881; 11 Sept. 1884,
	aged 3 yrs., 1 mo. 12 days
	Susie C., wife of John Braden, 2 May 1855; 22 Mar. 1924
	William W., 18 Feb. 1826; 12 Jan. 1891
	Catherine, his wife, 23 June 1931; 17 Apr. 1913
	Mary A., 24 Apr. 1870; 24 June 1911
JOHNSON	Larry G., 2 May 1961; 8 June 1971
KESSEE	Inf. son of S. & E., b & d 16 Dec. 1869
	Emily, dau. of A. G. & C., 29 Dec. 1873; 15 Mar. 1875
	David, son of A. C. & C., 7 May 1856; 28 Aug. 1858
	Inf. son of A. C. & C., 10 Jan.; 25 Jan. 1861
KISSEE	Catherine, wife of A. C., 15 Dec. 1837; 15 Jan. 1876
	Baby, dau. of A. G. & C., d 15 Jan. 1876 (at birth)
	Elizabeth, wife of 5., 27 Sept. 1841; 14 May 1869
LAYTON	Frederick N., son of L. A. & Nannie, 11 May 1881; 2 May 1912
LUTTRULL	Jnf., no other information
	Edna Leona, 21 Nov. 1897; 11 Nov. 1948
	Ottis Emmitt, 29 Aug. 1892; d—
	Jesse R., 20 June 1884; 27 Sept. 1966
	Jane, 17 Sept. 1858; d —
	A. T., May 1855; 23 Feb. 1916 jhusband & wife?
MARLIN	Pheba J., 12 May 1884; d — , wife of J. S.
	John 5., 6 Sept. 1882; 26 Nov. 1961
MATHEWS	Rachel E., 20 Feb. 1850; 12 Aug. 1933
	R. Belle, 25 Apr. 1879; 21 Mar. 1919
McHAFFIE	Children of G. H. & A. M.
	M. Lester, 28 July 1901; 8 Aug. 1903
	Corda E., 16 June 1899; 25 Jan. 1900
	C. Ellis, 9 Dec. 1903; 31 May 1904
	James K. Polk, 7 Sept. 1886; 7 May 1953
	Lula A., 20 Oct. 1896; d —
	Simon, 30 June 1844; 28 Mar. 1907
	Emily C., wife of Simon, 13 May 1851; 20 June 1891
	Ivra Cloves, son of S. & E. C., 23 Jan. 1877; age 5 years
	Mary, 15 Feb. 1942; 24 Jan. 1945
	Francis Marion, 17 Feb. 1845; 21 Dec. 1893
	Mary Isabell, 20 Apr. 1860; 3 Dec. 1938
	J., 1 Mar. 1811; 6 June 1876
	Susan, wife of John, 1818; 15 Feb. 1862
	Walter C., son of John & Susan
	Sweety, dau, of John & Susan, age 7 months
	Hugh, 1816; Oct. 1843, age 27 years
	Inf. dau. of D. & C., 2 Feb.; 5 Feb. 1850
	Catherin C., 8 Aug. 1814; 6 Feb. 1863
	David, b. Putman Co., Va., 4 Nov. 1806; 5 Aug. 1893
	Jane, dau. of David & C., 29 June 1835; 9 Feb. 1963

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	Inf. son of G. M. & D., 15 May; 24 May 1882
	Inf. son of C. M. & Delilah, d 12 Mar. 1891
	G.M., 13 Apr. 1848; 5 July 1922
	Delilah (Vaughn), his wife, 14 Mar. 1856; 24 Mar. 1916
	George W., 26 Apr. 1884; 8 Apr. 1943
	Nellie C., 10 Aug. 1886; 21 Aug. 1971
	Otis G., 10 Sept. 1925; 25 Apr. 1944
	Ted. R., 1900; 1962
	William Manson, 1 Sept. 1865; 4 Oct. 1955
	Mary Jne, 8 Aug. 1881; d —
	Andrew, 13 June 1833; 10 Apr. 1906
	Amanda J., wife of Andrew, 9 Oct. 1836; 15 Dec. 1917
	Roger, son of L. H. & Ella, 28 Apr. 1896; 18 Sept. 1905
	Leonard H., 17 Oct. 1860; 17 Sept. 1916
	Ella, his wife, 17 Mar. 1873; 10 Nov. 1939
	D. N., son of A. C. Ragsdale, 9 Sept. 1878; 29 Dec. 1912
	Inf. son, 5 Nov.; 6 Nov. 1905
	Andy A., 25 Mar. 1909; 17 June 1914
	Rachel, 19 July 1939, 18 Oct. 1944
	Laura May, 15 Sept. 1879; 30 Aug. 1956
	David 0. D., 4 Mar. 1882; 24 Feb. 1965
MOORE	John T., 22 Feb. 1865; 11 Nov. 1944
PADGITT	Lucinda, wife of D. 5., 27 May 1848; 18 July 1902
PETTIT	Stephen C., 28 Apr. 1887; d —
	Eva L., 12 Dec. 1894; d —
RAY	Inf. dau. of J. & M.M., b & d 7 Apr 1875
	Manda M., 17 Apr. 1854; 7 Feb. 1886
	Mary F., dau. of J. & M. M., 9 July 1876; 21 Aug. 1877
SMITH	Jacob R., Co. D., 17 Regt. Iowa Inf., 12 Apr. 1843; 24 Mar. 1921
	Pearly, 24 Oct. 1897; 6 Feb. 1898
	W. C., 18 Oct. 1876; 13 Dec. 1951
	Mary E., 16 July 1878; 8 Feb. 1958
SPARGER	William M., 8 Mar. 1857; 30 May 1935
	Julia E., 4 Mar. 1883; 5 Aug. 1953
	Earl, 12 Oct. 1891; d — , husband of Myrtle
	Myrtle, 25 Dec. 1888; 25 Dec. 1965
SPURLOCK	Lillie E., 1877; 1967
TODD	Wilbur Noble, 5 Aug. 1921; 8 Feb. 1959
	Betty Sue, inf. dau. of W. N. & Nina, 5 Nov. 1948
	Charles G., "Ted," 7 June 1908; 7 May 1944
	Pauline B., 26 Jan. 1876; d —
	Perry W., 20 Feb. 1868; 14 July 1948
	Baby, d 4 May 1960
	Tasha, 18 Nov. 1965; 19 Nov. 1965
VANZANT	Frances M., wife of W. P., 31 May 1854; 17 May 1879
VAUGHN	Sarah 5., 20 Apr. 1857; 14 Feb. 1921
	John B., 27 May 1858; 14 May 1937
	Artela A., dau. of J. B. & S. Q., 27 May 1898; 24 Nov. 1898
VERLEYS	Baby
	Baby
WALKER	Fred, 15 Apr. 1894; 17 Sept. 1951
	Minnie, 7 Aug. 1900; d —
	A. J., 17 Oct. 1849; 13 Nov. 1924
	Louiza, A. J.’s wife, 25 Mar. 1846; 9 Sept. 1918
	Albert Marion, 16 Oct. 1867; 13 Mar. 1908
	Wm., 10 May 1841; 9 Oct. 1895
WALKER	Sofa E., 14 Jan. 1843; 23 Aug. 1925
	Florence D., 25 Jan. 1881; 5 Feb. 1922
	William W., 23 Mar. 1901; 10 Feb. 1926
	Austin H., 23 Apr. 1878; 24 Aug. 1959
	Sarah A., 9 Oct. 1881; 2 Feb. 1917
WALTON	Unreadable
WILLIAMS	Bebl - W., unable to read

McHaffie Cemetery enumerated by Lena Wills and her late husband, Ralph.

Used by permission.

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