Things that aren’t true

When I spoke recently at the Hamblen County Genealogical Society, my first slide was about “Things that’s aren’t true.” It was a short list of things I’d heard all my life about Hayslope and the people who lived there – things that research showed me just weren’t quite right.

I get it. Somebody sometime way back when said something, and from that time on it was just accepted as true. And then there’s the game we knew as telephone – how stories change in the telling over and over. Whatever the origin, I quickly learned that there were some things that had been accepted fact that weren’t.

James Roddye wasn’t a Revolutionary War colonel

No, he wasn’t. Now, it does appear that he was called “colonel” for the rest of his life after the war, but Roddye was a private at King’s Mountain, the only official battle of the war he was actually in. I got my first inkling of this in applications for membership in the Daughters of the American Revolution. Roddye indeed fought at King’s Mountain, but in all the applications I’ve seen, he was listed as a private. In some cases, applicants had called him a colonel, only to see DAR officials cross that out and write in “private.”

When the Overmountain men came back to East Tennessee from King’s Mountain, they fought another battle, this one against the Cherokee, at Boyd’s Creek. Roddye commanded troops in that battle – which is not always considered a battle of the Revolutionary War – and may well have been a captain at that time. But he still wasn’t a colonel, and Boyd’s Creek marked the end of his pre-United States military career.

In fact, most of the Overmountain men were never official soldiers. They were militia men who went into battle because their leaders, men like John Sevier and Isaac Shelby, called them to.

So how did Roddye get to be a colonel? Well, that came from the State of Franklin. The men who fought at King’s Mountain wanted to be a state, and not a part of North Carolina across the mountains. The short-lived “state” or “free republic” lasted from 1784 to 1788, and James Roddye, who had lived in Greene County, ended up in the new county of Caswell, on the north side of the Nolichucky River. John Sevier, Franklin’s governor, appointed him lieutenant colonel of the Caswell County militia, serving as second in command to Col. Alexander Outlaw. And from then on, Roddye was known as Col. James Roddye.

Roddye’s land grants did not include what would become Hayslope

We’ve all heard that Roddye built his house on the land grants he got from his service at King’s Mountain. If that’s true, I haven’t found the proof of it. Roddye’s grants were all over in what is now Whitesburg, on Bent Creek, not in what’s now Russellville on Fall Creek. Know who did have land grants on Fall Creek in what would become Russellville? Capt. George Russell, a friend of Roddye’s, fellow King’s Mountain veteran, and Roddye’s father-in-law. And the descriptions of Russell’s property sound just like the property we know to have ended up in Roddye’s hands.

One of Russell’s grants

I’ve not yet found any documentation about the sale of Roddye’s Bent Creek properties or his acquisition of Russell’s Fall Creek property, but I’m still looking. I suspect he bought it from Russell about the time George moved across the river to what’s now Grainger County. The two remained friends for the rest of Russell’s life – Roddye was the executor of his will when he died in 1797.

Russellville was not named for George Russell’s daughter, Lydia, Roddye’s wife

It was named for George Russell. I mean, come on. Common sense would tell you that. The confusion came from poor wording. Something akin to “Roddye married the daughter of George Russell, Lydia, for whom the town was named” became “Roddye married George Russell’s daughter Lydia for whom the town was named” and so on.

But no. Russell was the first of the Overmountain men to settle in what is now Russellville, on Fall Creek, where he reportedly had a mill. Russell strikes me as the kind of guy who just wanted to be left alone, so when more people began moving into Russellville (or Russelltown, as I’ve seen it called a time or two around this time) he bugged out to the other side of the Holston, leaving the town that bears his name to Roddye and those who came after.

Hugh Graham didn’t give Hayslope to his daughter as a wedding present

This one took some serious unpacking. Hugh Graham was a prominent Claiborne County businessman who got his start, with his brother William, as an apprentice with Patrick Nenney. The Grahams later went into business with Nenney, and Hugh Graham in particular grew very very wealthy, with land holdings all over East Tennessee and western Virginia.

He married Catherine Nenney, Patrick Nenney’s daughter, and they had several children, all of them girls except for one. Ultimately, he gave his house – Castle Rock in Tazewell – to his son and other properties to all his daughters and their husbands. The story had been that Graham gave what we know as Hayslope – half the Roddye property, which he bought either from James himself or his son Thomas – to his daughter Louisa when she married Theophilus Rogan in 1853.

Louisa Graham Rogan

There was just one problem. Rogan, an attorney who had worked for Graham, had gone to Texas in the late 1840s to practice law with his brother Leonidas and was still living there when he came back to Tazewell to marry Louisa. Then he and Louisa went back to Texas, where they stayed until Louisa returned to Tennessee in 1860, as the Civil War neared its start, and Theo followed in 1862.

So did he give them the property even though they weren’t going to be living there? Theo and Louisa had intended to stay in Texas, but the war changed those plans.

Graham’s will gave the answer to that, and also opened up more questions. Graham wrote his will in 1861. It was a lengthy and complicated document, with several codicils since he didn’t actually die until 1865. But the disposition of his properties to his son and daughters is very clear.

Graham decreed that “the Rhoddy farm” – which he said he bought from Charles P. Nenney, not a Roddye at all – should be divided between his daughters Mary Ann and her husband Absalom Kyle of Rogersville and Louisa and Theo. He devised an intricate plan for dividing the property equitably into two parts and then said that Louisa, “being the youngest,” should have first choice of which half. And she chose the half that became known as Hayslope. There’s no mention in Graham’s will about a wedding present, and the will further stipulates that the daughters will take possession of the property on January 1, 1862, or Graham’s death, whichever comes first.

Hugh Graham

But wait a minute. Graham bought the “Rhoddy” property from Charles P. Nenney, Patrick’s son and Graham’s brother-in-law? The Nenneys once owned the property? This was news to me, but I soon found the answer to that as well.

Here’s some background: James Roddye, who died in 1822, left his Russellville property to his son Thomas, stipulating that his wife Lydia should have use of it for the rest of her life. This probably worked out well for her, since Thomas was frequently traveling on business, although what kind of business we don’t know. Anyway, Thomas got married in January 1824, to Lydia Nenney, another of Patrick’s daughters. And then just three months later, Patrick Nenney died.

Several years earlier, I’d seen a document sold at auction in Knoxville that said it was an “indenture” between Thomas Roddye and John Donalson, another Overmountain man from our area. I kept copies of the document, but never read it. And because I never read it, I didn’t see the names of Hugh Graham and Lucy Nenney, Patrick’s wife. Nor did I see that the document was actually a promissory note of sorts from Thomas Roddye to the estate of Patrick Nenney.

The following year after Thomas’s marriage and Patrick Nenney’s death, Lydia Roddye, while visiting some of her children who lived in Rhea County, Tennessee, died and was buried there. And later that year, Thomas Roddye signed a document that said he owed the estate of Patrick Nenney $2,120 and that he promised to pay it. If he didn’t, the document said, John Donalson was authorized to sell his father’s property on the courthouse steps and give the proceeds to the Nenney estate, whose executors were Hugh Graham and Lucy Nenney, now Patrick’s widow. Four years later – in the document that was sold in Knoxville in 2013 – the parties acknowledged the earlier agreement, noted that Thomas Roddye had failed to pay his debt, and agreed that he would give his father’s property to the Nenney estate to satisfy it.

And that’s how the Nenneys came to own James Roddye’s property.

Exactly how Hugh Graham got it, we don’t yet know. He said in his will he bought it from Charles P. Nenney, who died in 1857, so we can safely assume it was before that. We don’t know if the property went to Charles in 1829 or if perhaps his mother took control of it at that time, in which case Charles P. would have gotten it when she died in 1853. All we can say for sure is that Hugh Graham bought Roddye’s land sometime between 1829 and 1857 and that the Nenneys, perhaps ever so briefly, once owned it.

Slave cabins were not still standing behind the house into the 1960s

I didn’t hear that until I was a little older. I saw those cottages, back when I was very young, and was told then that they were part of the resort. Later on, after they were torn down, someone suggested they had been slave cabins, which also made sense to me.

Turns out that what I was originally told was closer to the truth.

After Theo Rogan died in 1904, followed by Louisa in 1910, their children divided up the Hayslope property and drew from a hat to see who got what. Ellen Rogan Stephens, married to a citrus magnate and living in Florida, drew the house and its 28 acres. Hugh drew the property directly south of Ellen, Griffin the property behind Hugh’s, then Maggie, who was living in Virginia, the next parcel south, and Cassie the property closest to Sugar Hollow.

Ellen, who had no intention of returning to Tennessee, suggested that Cassie, who was unmarried, live in the old homeplace. She did that, selling her piece of the property. Maggie, in the same place as Ellen not intending to return to live in Tennessee, also sold hers, as did Hugh and Griffin, both of them moving to Florida near Ellen.

A chimney from one of Killiecrankie’s cottages.

Hugh sold his parcel to a cousin, Robert Patterson. Robert promply built a house and three cottages just across the old Kentucky Road from Hayslope, the road having long since become the drive into Hayslope. He called his house “Killiecrankie,” after a Scottish battle his Graham kin had participated in. The house was for the summer use of himself and his wife, Maude Hooper Patterson, her sister Ruth and her husband Robert Blair. The cottages were for the use of his mother-in-law, Maude Philpot Hooper, and other family members and friends. In the winter, they all returned to Selma, Alabama, where the Hoopers resided.

This lasted for decades. Robert Blair and Robert Patterson both died in the 1940s, and the sisters, Ruth and Maude, continued their summers in East Tennessee. Maude Patterson died in the 1950s, and Ruth Blair kept coming until she, too, died, in 1966. At that point, the city of Morristown ended up with that narrow strip of property and tore everything down.

Those three cottages were part of Killiecrankie, not slave cabins from the Roddye era.

We do think we can perhaps locate those slave cabins, along with other structures from older eras, on the property.

And no, that’s not James Roddye either

James Roddye’s signature on Tennessee’s first constitution

So that’s it. Things we thought were true but weren’t. Then there’s the picture in the slide – no one ever thought that was James Roddye; I just used it as an illustration. We’ve not found a portrait of Our Man James anywhere so far, although there are photographs of two of his daughters – Polly and Sednah. James probably did dress like that though.

Oh, and there’s also one famous historian who says that James’s brother William signed Tennessee’s first constitution. I figure he just got confused, because it very clearly says “Jas. Roddye” on that document.

Hayslope is coming alive

‘Twas a very short trip up to Hayslope last week, most of it spent painstakingly removing chestnut wall board from the logs in the main cabin room. But, boy, seeing those 237 year old logs out in the open again is somethin’ else.

The last of the junk outside the house was hauled off last week too, and the week before the inside got cleaned out. A big shoutout to Aaron at Rice Hauling and Junk Removal in Knoxville who took care of both those tasks smoothly and professionally.

The week before I got there, Dakota and Megan uncovered the fireplace header. And when I got there, Megan peered behind the mantle and could see that the fireplace opening appears to be rounded. We do plan to chip out the concrete and brick from the inside of that fireplace, and luckily, we learned that it’s only about six inches thick.

The cabin’s main room.

The big monster chimney you see outside the house isn’t original – it actually encases the original chimney. The smaller one on the other side also encases an older chimney. Our best guess for when that happened is the late 19th century, when the Rogans did some pretty extensive renovations and building for their resort.

But let’s go back to Colonel Roddye’s time. We’re now pretty certain that the original cabin was a one room with a loft/second floor (Megan is certain it was a fully second story, I’m still thinking it was more lofty) and was not the two-room wide house we see today. That became quite obvious when we found out that the north side of the house – what we’re calling the north annex – has no logs. None. Which kinda messed us up a little because of that photo I’d found in the Garden Study Club of Nashville’s 1936 book that was supposed to be Hayslope.

We studied a little closer and determined that it couldn’t be: The logs in the photo are too small (the logs on the house are 20-22 inches), the house in the photo is too close to the ground, and the north annex doesn’t have logs. Oh, and the kicker came last week as I was removing the chestnut boards from the inside front wall and found that the window that’s clearly seen in that photo doesn’t exist. It’s not Hayslope.

This isn’t Hayslope either, but it’s probably a good representation of what Roddye’s Red Door Tavern would have looked like in 1785.

But what about that north annex? It’s been there for quite some time, even if it wasn’t part of Roddye’s original cabin. It’s got a frame construction – pretty rare for the late 18th or early 19th centuries in our parts. We’d just about conceded that it was much later than we’d thought and probably wasn’t even built by Roddye at all when Megan made an amazing discovery.

The north annex is about five to six feet deeper than the original cabin – it’s what creates the front porch. Megan began taking off some of the wall boards there and found wooden pegs, hand-forged nails, hand sawn lumber – all indicating that, while the annex was a stick frame construction, it was built in the neighborhood of 1800, making it one of the oldest stick frame structures still standing in East Tennessee.

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Megan’s report on finding the 1800 stick framing

Whatever happened to Thomas Roddye?

I spent a day at the McClung Collection of the Knox Public Library last week. Since Thomas Roddye’s debt to Patrick Nenney landed the house in the hands of the Nenneys, I wanted to see if I could find some clues about who might have lived in it or what may have been done to it during the most mysterious period of the house’s history – from 1829 until the Rogans moved in in 1862. There wasn’t much. Hugh Graham’s will tells us he bought the property from Charles P. Nenney, who died in 1859, so he must have bought it before that time. But I found nothing to tell me anything about that. I plan to try again, and this time I’m gonna be looked at James Roddye’s purchases from the Bent Creek Store, operated by Patrick Nenney, to see if I can spot where he buys the lumber for the north annex.

The documents I looked through did give us some idea of what may have happened to Thomas Roddye, James’ son, after he signed over his father’s property to the Nenneys. It appears he and his wife Lydia went first to Rhea County, where several of his siblings already lived, and then in 1833 or 4 went to Carroll County, Georgia, perhaps chasing after gold. He went there with Needham Jarnagin, another fellow from our neck of the woods and who was married to Thomas’s wife’s sister, Margaret Nenney.

After that, no one seemed to know what happened to him. Lydia came back to the Russellville area, where she shows up in census records from 1850 until 1880. But Thomas? He disappears. There was some indication he may have died in about 1844, but no documentary evidence for anything, just a few notes from church records: Thomas is received at New Hope Baptist Church in Villa Rica, Georgia, by letter from Good Hope Church in Rhea County on February 22, 1834 (the letter was dated March 24, 1833). Lydia was received by letter at New Hope on March 22, 1834. In January 1837, Lydia was dismissed by letter from New Hope – meaning she intended to join another church somewhere else. And on August 25, 1837, Thomas was “excluded” from New Hope.

Then, while going through the Bent Creek store account books, Lydia Roddye’s name pops up in late 1837 and continues (she could appear earlier in the books, but alas, this collections starts in late 1837). The items she buys make it appear she might be taking in sewing. Lydia doesn’t show up in the 1840 census – but the listing for her mother, Lucy Nenney, shows another adult woman living with her and several children. That very well could be Lydia and her children.

But still, what of Thomas? Well, in February 1837 – after Lydia has left New Hope Church in Georgia – Needham Jarnagin writes to his brother-in-law, Charles P. Nenney, from St Augustine, Florida. Times are difficult, he doesn’t like the mosquitos and sand fleas in Florida, the fighting with “the Indians” continues. And then:

Letter from Needham Jarnigan to Charles P. Nenney, February 1837. The McClung Collection, Knox Public Library.

“I have had no news from Carroll since I wrote to Clementina (Nenney Hale, sister of Margaret and Lydia). I should not be surprised to hear that Roddy had become desperate and put an end to his life, but I will still hope for the best though I have but a sandy foundation to base my hopes upon, for it the report is true that he lost his money sporting, he would feel so much shame and disgrace that life would be a burden to him and from what I know of his character I believe he would not hesitate to rid himself of it at once. If this should be the case his family will be in a wretched condition for I fear there will not be property enough to pay the debts contracted since he came to Georgia.”

Letters to and from the Nenneys after that often include a note about providing money for Lydia. I’ve adjusted Thomas’s death date to 1837 and now believe, as Needham Jarnagin did, that he may well have killed himself, which would explain an exclusion from his church.

An illustrious visitor

Hayslope also hosted Wilhelmina Williams, president of the Earnest Fort House in Chuckey, last week. The fort house is a fascinating building built between 1779 and 1784 by Henry Earnest (born Heinrich Ernst in Switzerland). He and his family lived there until about 1800 when he built a larger house across the Nolichucky River on his farm there. Mrs Williams is quite the resource on this period in our history and I look forward to learning as much as possible from her – and to a visit to the fort house in the near future.

The Earnest Fort House

Ridin’ the rails

One of the many things I’m doing to pass the time is perusing old newspaper clippings to learn more about Hayslope and those who visited, particularly in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Oh, there were dances and parties and dinners and all manner of things! Not all of them good – a fire destroyed one of the “rustic cabins” and at another point Hugh Rogan was struck by lightning! He survived, of course.

Weary Waggles

Here’s one of my favorite stories. I’ve been wanting to write it up for a while, but I was trying to find out more about the story’s protagonists (or maybe antagonists?) to no avail. All I can tell you is that they were a young couple from Mississippi, apparently visiting with a number of other people from that state, for the summer of 1897. Their names were A.W. Cooper and Emma Hooper. Here’s what happened, according to the Knoxville Journal & Tribune:

It was a Tuesday, the newspaper said, July 20. A.W. and Emma apparently were unsatisfied “with the attractions of the resort where they were sojourning” and hit upon a stellar idea. They would take a ride on a freight train, like Weary Waggles or Henry Hobo, perched on a coal car.

So they trudged up the hill from Hayslope to the Russellville train depot to await their carriage. Coal carriage. Plenty of those on the tracks, since coal country was just up the way a bit and coal trains frequently made their way from West Virginia and Virginia down toward Knoxville and beyond.

Russellville depot

Didn’t take long, the paper said, before said freight train pulled into the station and Emma and A.W. climbed aboard “one of the long string of coal cars,” intending to ride to Morristown.

“The rumble and jostle of the black diamond vestibule and the jerking and bumping of the cars was in striking contrast to riding in Pullman cars on highly upholstered seats, but to them variety was the spice of this life and in this case it was greatly enjoyed,” the Journal & Tribune reporter wrote.

But alas, before too long, one of the brakemen saw the trespassing couple and alerted conductor Charles Bailey.

Late 19th Century coal train

“The idea of an elopement at once entered the mind of the man in charge of the train, but corporations having no soul cannot expect their employees to have any sentiment, and for this reason it became his painful duty to flag down the engineer and unload his precious human freight,” the article reads.

And so, with a “shrill blast from the whistle,” the train came to a stop and Bailey went to the coal car in question to tell A.W. and Emma that they must “come off” because it’s against the law, and besides, another train is coming along behind very shortly.

“Is this Morristown?” Emma asked.

No, Bailey told her, again insisting that they get off, but “all of his appeals had the same effect as that of whispering to a whirlwind.” The conductor eventually gave up and waved the engineer on, but not before telling our wayward Mississippians that when they arrived in Morristown, they would be arrested.

Morristown depot

And so they were. At the Morristown depot, Emma was ushered into a waiting room while A.W. was taken to the office of the recorder, where fines were assessed and paid, while the “usual crowd of idle men and small boys” watched the denouement, amused. Once the fines were paid, “the young people from Mississippi departed a sadder but wiser couple.”

A Morristown man told the Journal & Tribune reporter that the police chief (Bartlett was his name) “and his men are death on tramps and people who steal rides on the trains.”

“Every freight train is searched, and woe be unto the tramps that find themselves discovered in Morristown,” the man said.

But, the fellow said, there was a question as to whether Chief Bartlett had the authority to arrest a pair of miscreants from Hayslope.

“Many people think he overstepped his authority and that they should have been released and saved the humiliation to which they were subjected,” he said.

Alas, too, I found no mention of this story in the Morristown papers … but doncha just wonder what A.W. and Emma had to say around the Hayslope dinner table that night?