Poplar Hill
Dunnington, India Knight (Granny)
Dunnington, Walter Gray died February 12, 1849
Dunnington, Walter G. Jr. died April 2, 1999
Dunnington, Walter Jr Received The Distinguished Service Cross. date of action July 14 - 15, 1918
Dunnington - July 27, 1860
Dunnington, Walter Grey, attorney
Dunnington, Walter Grey (son of the above)
Dunnington, Dr. John Hughes and his wife Mrs. Dunnington, Genevieve Parker
Dunnington, Allen Gray
Some history of the Poplar Hill
Poplar Hill Photos
Poplar Hill Golf Course
Poplar Hill - Hampden Sydney article in Farmville paper May 2005
Knight
Knight Family (Granny)
Shields
Some history from the Shields family
Brumfield, Betty Shields
Shields, Ann Kingdon
Chamberlin
Cherokee
Dunnington, James William
Dunnington, Kathryn Chamberlin
Orgain, Dolly Dunnington
Sprye, India Dunnington
Whidden, Sally Ann Dunnington Sydnor, Kathryn Dunnington
Sprye, Skip
Sprye, Trey
Goebel, Kathryn Sprye
Hagler, Katrina Goebel
Goebel, Peter
Index of people on this site
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God saved Flossie's life through her dead mother
A letter written by Johnsie Donovan telling of something Flossie said when she knew she was dying.
PDF file of the letter
March 11, 1976
Dear Barbara,
Sorry about the notes. I just forgot to put them in and I'm glad you reminded me.
We bought a small house in St. Augustine and I don't know when we will move down. I might return next year and again. I might not. Jim gets back here in about 3 weeks and we will decide something.
All the kids are fine and their families. All getting so big I can't believe that jeff will be a teenager soon and so will Shuck. Oh Well.
Keep in touch. This is just a few things my mother told me one day in Richmond. She knew she was dying. (1966)
Love
Johnsie
Early Recollection
(my mother told me this story while she was dying)
My mother is seventy-three years of age and delights in being able to remember one incident in her childhood. She reflects that she is and has been living on time that God loaned her that day, many years ago, where her life could have ended. This is her story:
I was five years' old and my mother had died the year before at the birth of twin boys. My older sister, Mary, took charge of the household and we all loved her dearly. There were seven children to care for and my father remarried as soon as he could find someone who would take on the responsibility of a large family. He married a very sedate, handsome woman with a sense of duty and very little warmth for a house full of children.
My sister, Mary was married when I was six years old and moved to a small town about 10 miles away from the farm that we lived in. She and her husband bought a small house with a large front porch, situated on a hill with a long winding path up to the house. The side of the house and about one hundred yards away, there was an embankment that dropped about 20 feet down. Mary explained that I would play outside while she was cleaning house so I decided to explore the new neighborhood.
The houses were close together and small to me after living on a farm with one large house and miles before you could get to the next farm. I walked over to the embankment and to my utter amazement at the bottom were literally millions of Jock stones. My brothers and sisters were experts at Jock Stones and all of them had five of the most beautiful polished stones and so far I had not been able to find five of my very own. I stood and stared with awe and thinking that now I would be able to compete in the games and have my own stones. Without a backward glance, I slide down.
I stood and stared with awe taking in the stones at the bottom. And another embankment on the other side that was on the level of where I was standing some distance away and to me this was a very large gully below. I slid down to the very base of the hill and started to pick up stones completely engrossed and I have never felt such happiness to have the good fortune of finding such a lot of stones. I finally looked up and coming toward me on the tracks was the biggest engine I have ever seen. I could not move. It was as if I was glued to the ground. I heard my mother call to me and say, "Flossie get up and run" which I did. I looked around and no one was in sight. My dead mother had saved my life.
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The Annual Spry Family Reunion is held the 1st Sunday in October in China Grove, NC. Details for reunion
Enoch Spry history
Fisher family line
The General Armory
Marriage Certificate Enoch Spry and Mary Lingle
Carter Creek document
Death Certificate Thomas Spry
Letter to Johnsie from Helen Kurfees
Hill Spry Photos
Children of Elzavan Monroe Spry
Lineage Papers
Older Spry Pictures
1920 School Picture Liberty School
Letter To Annice Allsobrooks from President Nixon
1926 Spry Family Reunion
Lois's 92nd birthday party 1988
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