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Monday, April 13, 2020
Michael Turpin's Complete Will
Signatures on Michael Turpin's Last Will and Testament |
In May 2016, I blogged about Michael Turpin’s will. I had found a portion of it quoted on a
website. Since that time, I have located a copy of the complete will. It names
three sons of Michael and Edith Turpin – Obediah (who seems to be the oldest), John,
and James. I have transcribed it below as best as I could. Italics are used for verbiage that I couldn't quite interpret.
Michael Turpin’s Last Will and Testament
In the name of God, Amen.
I Michael Turpin of the County of Halifax being very sick and weak in
body but of perfect mind and memory, thanks be to God calling unto mind the
mortality of my body and knowing that it is appointed for all men once to die,
do make and ordain in this my last will and testament that is to say principally
and first of all I give and recommend my soul unto the hand of almighty God
that gave it and my body I recommend to be buried in decent Christian burial at
the discretion of my Executors nothing doubting but at the general
resurrection. I shall receive the same
again by the mighty power of God and as touching such worldly estate wherewith
it hath pleased God to help me in this life I give, devise, dispose of
the same in the following manner and form.
I give and bequeath to my well beloved wife Edith all my stock
of all kinds also my household furniture and the land which lies the other side
of the creek during her lifetime and then to decend to my son John and James. Secondly I give to my son Obediah Turpin who
I likewise ordain, constitute, and appoint with his two brothers before named
to be my executors of this my last will and testament, the remainder part of
land to him and his heirs forever and if the rent of the said land does not pay
for the land at the end of four years then each of the boys before mentioned to
pay equally what is their due. I also
give my mill and the profits one half to wife Edith and the other half to my
son Obediah by him freely to be possessed and enjoyed and I do hereby xxxxly
disallow, revoke and disannull all and every other form in testaments, wills,
legacies, bequests and executors by me in anywise before named willed and bequeathed,
ratifying and confirming this and no other to be my last will and testament in
witness xxx I have here unto set my hand and seal this second day of
September in the year of our lord one thousand seven hundred and ninety
three. Signed, sealed, published, pronounced,
and declared by the said Michal Turpin as his last will and testament in the
presents of us who in his presence and in the presence of each other have here
unto subscribed our names.
Michael (his mark) Turpin
Allen Whitehead
Benjamin Clements
Josiah (his mark) Shelton
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
The Long Line
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
This week's challenge for 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks is "Favorite Photo."
This photograph was taken on the Niobrara River in northern Rock County, Nebraska. The year is probably about 1920 or 1921. A group of neighbors had gathered on the ice for a skating party. My mother, Letha Turpin, is the little girl standing in front of the 7th person from the left. She was born in 1915.
The photo is timely for a January blog post. But it appears the weather was not 49 degrees like it is today in eastern Nebraska.
My mother grew up "in the country." She had only one sibling, a brother Clifford, and few close neighbors. So she truly loved big get-togethers like this. She was always ready to have company or go visit friends and family. I'm sure she was having fun on this occasion. That's why this photo is a favorite. It reminds me of her and how much she loved people.
My mother could recall many memories of the river which passed by her grandparents' homestead. The river's water was pure -- fed from springs across the Sandhills and from ice melt in the Rockies. Ice was harvested from the river in winter and stored in ice houses for use in the summer. She was somewhat fearful of swimming in the river during the summer. I'm sure there were rapids and some nasty currents. And of course the waters were very, very cold. But she remembered times when the young people went down to the river in summer to shoot guns. She claimed she could shoot the eyes out of flies across the Niobrara.
That's a wide river! So I didn't believe she was that good of a shot. But it was a good tale.
Ice Skating on the Niobrara River |
This photograph was taken on the Niobrara River in northern Rock County, Nebraska. The year is probably about 1920 or 1921. A group of neighbors had gathered on the ice for a skating party. My mother, Letha Turpin, is the little girl standing in front of the 7th person from the left. She was born in 1915.
The photo is timely for a January blog post. But it appears the weather was not 49 degrees like it is today in eastern Nebraska.
My mother grew up "in the country." She had only one sibling, a brother Clifford, and few close neighbors. So she truly loved big get-togethers like this. She was always ready to have company or go visit friends and family. I'm sure she was having fun on this occasion. That's why this photo is a favorite. It reminds me of her and how much she loved people.
My mother could recall many memories of the river which passed by her grandparents' homestead. The river's water was pure -- fed from springs across the Sandhills and from ice melt in the Rockies. Ice was harvested from the river in winter and stored in ice houses for use in the summer. She was somewhat fearful of swimming in the river during the summer. I'm sure there were rapids and some nasty currents. And of course the waters were very, very cold. But she remembered times when the young people went down to the river in summer to shoot guns. She claimed she could shoot the eyes out of flies across the Niobrara.
That's a wide river! So I didn't believe she was that good of a shot. But it was a good tale.
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