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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Thoughts on a Poll

Yesterday morning I posted the following Facebook status:

  1. Without starting a political debate... I'd like to take an unofficial poll of my facebook friends about the upcoming Presidential Election. Out of registered voters - people who have already voted or are certain that they will vote, who is your choice for President? If you don't mind sharing... will you also give your age and the State where you live? Just those three things, no commentary or explanation... I'm interested to see how my friends, acquaintances, family members, blogger babes, game buddies, etc are voting. Thanks!
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   By last night
   I had 62 responses.
   51 voted for Romney
  1 voted for Johnson
  1 is leaning Johnson
  8 are voting for Obama
  1 is voting for Carter (Jimmy, I presume.)

  Out of my responders
  46 live in Georgia
  2 live in Pennsylvania
  1 lives in Ohio
  1 lives in Massachusetts
  1 lives in New Jersey
  1 lives in Maryland
  1 lives in Virginia
  2 live in Tennessee
  2 live in Mississippi
   1 lives in Louisiana
   1 lives in Florida
   3 live in California
 
Yes, my demographic is white, middle aged, somewhat conservative and Southern. So certainly, my facebook friends would fall along those lines. I do have a lot of friends who are much more diverse and much more liberal and I'm surprised that more of them didn't stand up to be counted... especially in the requested format of no debate, no commentary, no explanation.

Realistically, I knew that there were gonna be a few who colored outside the lines and that's ok. The only comment that was really abrasive to me came from someone who is a friend of a friend, who I don't know a thing about - and who likewise, doesn't know a thing about me. Or Southerners.

I believe the State of Georgia WILL go to Romney this year but I believe the Atlanta area will not. Atlanta is typically solidly Democratic, regardless of the candidate.

I love that my friend Christy pointed out that she votes based on candidate, not party. I wish that more people examined the individual and voted on their strengths and weaknesses in line with what our country needs.  Do we need a Community Organizer / Law Professor or do we need a businessman? For me, that's the bottom line.

I disagree with Obama's socialized policies, primarily Obamacare. Yes, as a partially disabled, single female without health insurance, I need help taking care of my medical expenses. You know how I handle it? I pay them myself. Fortunately I'm in a position where my living expenses are mostly covered and I know that few people have that luxury, however, I have had to pick and choose what kind of medications I can afford to take, what kind of treatment I can afford to use, etc because of the limitations of my budget. Mandated health insurance, putting demands and requirements on businesses, putting out a program that our country cannot afford is not the answer for me and others who are in the same (or worse) circumstances. The audacity of "pass the bill and then you can find out what's in it" didn't sit well for me.

Taking away the freedom of religious groups to determine that they don't want to cover birth control for their employees when it is against their moral beliefs to me, is a slipperly slope to taking away religious freedom. If you go to work for an employer who YOU KNOW is against birth control then, in my opinion, you have made the choice that if you want and need birth control, you're going to pay for it yourself.

For that matter, I don't think birth control should be a part of Obamacare, just like for years it was not covered under most health insurance plans. What you do with your reproductive freedom is your business and your responsibility, in my opinion. As a young married woman, it was up to me and my husband to determine if and when we had children.

I think government assistance is out of control. My kid lived for a few months with people who don't work and live off of the government... so the first thing they did was get Austin signed up for food stamps. His money came in this week and the first thing he did was go to the convenience store and get a red bull. Seriously. I believe in a hand up, not a hand out. I think food stamps should cover real, honest nutrition - not stimulants.

I think taxation is out of control. I think the small percentage of people who actually pay taxes are carrying a burden that is too heavy. I think raising taxes "on the rich" won't be enough to take care of our current debts and certainly not enough to cover this socialized medicine debacle. I think there are too many people who are able to avoid paying taxes. I think there should be a nationalized sales tax instead of income tax. That way everyone in this country, regardless of how they got here and how long they're staying will have a hand in building roads, bridges, providing national defense, paying for nationalized healthcare, etc.

I don't appreciate the mentality that if you're not for Obama you're racist, homophobic, "Southern" or any other such pigeon hole. There are a lot of things about Mitt Romney that I'm not crazy about but I feel like he is the better equipped candidate when it comes to sorting out the mess that Obama "inherited". I feel like over the past four years Obama has bellyached and whined and complained about how things were so much worse than he thought. He was a Senator. He was involved in the budget process. When he campaigned for President four years ago, it was incumbent on him to be aware of the job requirements and challenges. If he didn't know how bad things were, then that tells me he didn't do his homework, therefore, he doesn't deserve four more years.

And as far as I'm concerned (and I'm no economist) a huge part of the major economic fail that happened at the end of the Bush administration was the result of the mortgage crisis which was the result of laws that were put into place in the Clinton administration. And regardless of who caused it, we need a shrewd businessman to step in and right the sinking ship that our country has become. At some point it stops being about who caused it and starts being about who can fix it.

So... that's my hardcore, political rant for today. I understand and respect that people disagree with me. I can only vote my choice and my conscience and I hope that you will all do the same.

IN OTHER NEWS... I'm pretty sure I have an ear infection, having had several over the past few years and being familiar with the symptoms. My left ear is clogged up and mega painful. I've made it through work all week (I say "all week" like that's been a big hairy ordeal - I've worked ten hours so far this week) but I have come home and tucked into the nest and really, really felt rotten. I feel rottener this morning. And yes, I know that rottener isn't a word. I don't miss work, though, because it's just a couple of hours and I really do enjoy being there.

I came into work yesterday to find a lumbar support cushion in my desk chair. It came from my boss. His chiropractor thought it would help me. It's the little things like that that make the difference for me. Instead of being vilified for physical limitations, I'm getting a lot of encouragement, understanding and support, both figurative and literal. That makes me feel like part of the team. As a matter of fact... that was what I was told last week, "you may be part-time but you're still part of the team". My contributions are valuable and validated and that helps give me the extra push when I'm not feeling 100%. It helps me go the extra mile with each and every customer because as a valued member of a team, I want to do everything I can to strengthen our team. I love my job.

Early in my tenure with this job,  I was asked to type a letter for the boss. He dictated, I typed and made small, slight suggestions on wording. The next time he needed a letter, he dictated to my direct supervisor and had her bring the information to me to transcribe. Yesterday he gave me the points he wanted to make and had me actually write the letter. That's what I love about my office... not everyone has the same gifts and abilities. The mark of a good leader is being aware of the strengths and weaknesses of your team and using them in a way that strengthens the team as a whole. It's so simple but such a morale boost for an office when everyone knows that what they do matters.

Anyways... I have a later schedule today and I think that will help me get my ducks in a row before I go to work. I hope you have a great day and that wherever you are, whatever you're doing, whether by voting or working or just being a citizen of your community, that you will feel valuable and valued. *hugs*

Monday, October 22, 2012

Reasons to Love Monday - Heading Home

Oh! What an awesome weekend! It has been mostly quiet and restful here at the Mountain house. Pop came up on Saturday to meet with an electrician to fix a few of the things that were not working *quite* right. There were a few lights that didn't work and a few switches that we couldn't identify. The power at the dock wasn't working (or so we thought, it works fine!) The power in the fountain is working. Lots of little things around here that just needed tweaking.

Grandma came along with Pop and she and I went into town to run a few errands... post office for her, bakery for me. She marveled at how friendly the people were, gentlemen holding doors for us, the postal worker being uber-patient even though we go there right at closing time... I told her that people are just nicer up here.

Grandma 

my Steel Magnolia

Pop and Grandma on the back deck
Austin has had his friend "Fat Pat" (who isn't fat at all) over to spend the night - and then back twice to go fishing, as Pat loves our little fishing hole. Austin has been bored, off and on, since we don't have tv here... but he lived for the past three months without tv so it's not like it's something he's unaccustomed to. So having Pat stop by has been good for Austin.

I've had a few aches and pains and haven't felt *great* but... that's so often the case for me... if you're gonna feel rotten anyways, might as well enjoy the view! I've had a nasty migraine off and on. I've got a place where a tooth broke about... oh... a month or so ago... and it's been anywhere from mildly irritating to "shoot me and put me out of my misery". So that hasn't been fun. It's no better or worse than it would have been back in Riverdale...

Austin still has a few issues - the ones I've battled his entire life but  I prefer him with us, safe and bratty to him being in a place where he has to wear dirty clothes (the only time his clothes were washed over the past 3 1/2 months was when I took a load to the laundry mat and paid them to wash for him.) doesn't get enough to eat... doesn't have transportation or any sort of role model in his life. It's been hard for me to know that he wasn't in what I would consider a safe environment but...dang... it's hard trying to raise an adult who doesn't always act like an adult. All of that has come flooding back this weekend and it has made dealing with things like migraines and toothaches a greater challenge. Of course, we're talking about a fraction of the time... for the most part it's been great to have company, great to have help lifting, toting, cooking, etc. It's still good to have him back. Continue to pray that he will find his way in this world.

Today is the last day of my four day weekend. We'll head back home in a little bit... midday so as to avoid Atlanta's gridlock rush hours, hopefully. I'll work four days this week... have a regular two day weekend (which we'll spend up here because of Sarabeth's birthday party next Saturday)... I'll work Monday, be off Tuesday, work Wednesday - Friday and then... I'm not sure how the schedule goes from that point. I just know that it's gonna be busier after today and it will be a few weeks before I have another long weekend.

So... on the 4th day of a four day weekend... it's not hard to find Reasons to Love Monday!

1. Two babies scheduled to come into the world this week: one, the grandchild of my childhood friend Tracey. I'm soooo excited for her! And the other... one of the blogs I read, a couple who have battled infertility, had a half dozen miscarriages and really pulled out all the stops to make sure they could have a healthy baby. She is being induced today. Babies are proof that God intends for life to go on, I believe.

2. I've loved my time in the mountains but I've missed my mama and my Codester and my Marquee... and my Trouble kitty and all the other fur babies. Home is where the heart is.
Can't wait to get home to him!


3. I think there's another new episode of How I Met Your Mother on tonight.

4. The final debate is on tonight and... although it makes me CURRRRAZZZZZZZZY the way these things are skewed toward Obama... I mean, did you hear about MSNBC's Chris Matthews saying that it was unconstitutional for Romney to *challenge* a sitting President in a debate? Where was this clown during the Bush Administration? The closer we get to the election, the more irritated I become. I voted on Friday up here in White County - it took exactly nine minutes from the time I got out of my car to the time I got back in my car. I was proud to cast my vote and grateful for the opportunity to do so. This way... if things don't go the way I should over the next four years... I know I did everything I could. My grandma has also cast her vote... by absentee ballot.

5. It always makes me sad to leave this Mountain House but knowing that we'll be back - either Friday night or Saturday morning - makes it better. I love that we always have a little vacay spot waiting for us!

6. We've tried to keep things picked up along the way during our stay... so the effort involved in cleaning up, loading up the car, etc, is minimal. Austin has a lot of laundry to do... I have a lot of laundry to do... and since we don't have a washer and dryer here at the Mountain House, we'll tote it back with us. We also carry the trash back with us because it doesn't make sense to pay for a monthly trash removal service for a pick up once or twice a month. That's also why we don't have satellite tv hooked up here. Anyways... my point was that even though there's a little bit of effort involved in keeping our Mountain House beautiful, warm and inviting, it's entirely worth it!

7. Have I mentioned that my kid is back home? My baby bird is back in the nest! That's a huge reason to love Monday, even if I loved it last Monday too. It's costing me a chunk of change to keep him fed and comfortable and I can't seem to make him understand that my financial situation has changed drastically (and was never good to start with, can I get an amen?). I still would gladly spend any amount of money to have him with us and safe and I know a lot of parents who feel the same way. Prodigals... are still welcomed with open arms... even in this generation.

8. Speaking of generations... I spent many many many hours yesterday working on my genealogy. I'm following a twig that leads through Henry the 1st of England by legitimate and illegitimate heirs. His legitimate grandson, Henry II and his illegitimate great-granddaughter, Ida Isabella de Toesny, which I think makes them second cousins, once removed, or some such, had a child, Sir William FitzRoy Longspee, who was my 25x great grandfather through my father's father's line. I spent a lot of time researching the events and various records of these relationships to arrive at this conclusion, partly because I wanted to have more concrete resources than ancestry.com and partly because it was so durn interesting! This same William Longspee was my 25x great grandfather through another ancestor of this same line... the deeper I get into this process, working now with about seven thousand relatives, the more fascinating it becomes (to me, anyways). See below, if you're interested...

Otherwise... just hoping you all have a great week and that you find many, many Reasons to Love Monday!

First example:


Sir William FitzRoy "Longsword" Longespee, 3rd Earl of Salisbury (1152 - 1226)
is your 25th great grandfather
Son of Sir William FitzRoy "Longsword"
Daughter of William II
Son of Ela
Daughter of Hugh
Daughter of Alice, Baroness of Neville
Daughter of Margaret "Matilda", Baroness Ross
Son of Lady Ena
Son of Sir Knight Norman
Son of Robert Thomas Lord Mayor London
Son of Sir Thomas "knight"
Son of ROBERT
Son of John
Son of Robert
Son of Thomas
Son of Thomas Butcher
Son of Thomas
Daughter of JOHN
Son of Anna Amey
Son of David
Son of David
Son of Cornelius
Daughter of John
Son of Deborah Ann
Son of Elias M
Son of Theodore Stogden
Son of Bruce Bronson
Daughter of James Edward


and then we have


William Longespee (1152 - 1226)
is your 25th great grandfather
Daughter of William
Daughter of Ida
Daughter of Beatrice
Daughter of Maud
Daughter of Ada de
Daughter of Maud
Daughter of Maud
Son of Maud
Son of Sir Humphrey
Son of Sir Humphrey
Son of Humphrey
Son of HUMPHREY IV
Daughter of HUMPHREY V
Son of ELEANOR Ellen
Daughter of Johnis Stafford
Son of Audrey
Daughter of Christopher
Daughter of ELIZABETH
Daughter of Elizabeth Catherine Almay
Son of Rebecca
Son of Cornelius
Daughter of John
Son of Deborah Ann
Son of Elias M
Son of Theodore Stogden
Son of Bruce Bronson
Daughter of James Edward

So we have the family tree branching off in two different directions, a niece and aunt, Ela and Ida Longspee, who are my 23x and my 24x great grandmothers... and the branch reconnects with my 5x great-grandfather, whose parents were 18th cousins once removed... or some such!

Friday, October 19, 2012

Contentment is Born of Struggle

I know that our little corner of this planet is by no means the most beautiful view anywhere... but yet... when I look out at first light and see this.... I can't imagine anywhere I'd rather be.

There's something about it being a weekday... and knowing that you're gainfully employed... and knowing that you're not burning any vacation time, inconveniencing anyone by calling out sick, you're not derelict in your duty, you're just having a great, long weekend... there's something about it that is so restorative.

I would love... so very much... to wake up to this every morning. And I trust myself enough to believe that I would never come to take it for granted. Even though my struggles were many and mighty while this was my full-time home and I had a full-time job... the beauty that surrounds me here in these mountains was never wasted on me.

I have spent a good part of my 44 1/2 years on this earth trying to stretch myself to be who I thought I was supposed to be. I got married, had babies, bought a house, joined a church, got the kids involved in everything from Boy Scouts to Little League to dance class and ran around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to make it all fit in my life and make me fit in all of those roles while trying to keep the bills paid and the lights on and a car in the driveway. Once I became a single mom the work load doubled and I had to add "find a man" to my list of things to do. I sit here now... in the stillness... listening to the birds singing outside and I feel, more than any other time or season or stage in my life, the most complete I have ever felt. I have so much less than I once had and yet it feels like so much more.

I'm not sure you can get here... to a point of contentment... without having been there... in a place of struggle... I know a lot of people for whom things have come much easier but I don't know anybody who is content just because of the amount of money in their bank accounts or the stability of their relationships or their job title... I believe contentment is born from struggle.

I spent my whole life thinking that unless I had a significant other, my life would be insignificant. Other than giving me three amazing sons, having a mate never served any valuable purpose in my life, in actuality, they all added a dimension of struggle, another layer of conflict and disappointment that I shouldn't have ever allowed to enter my life. I know for some people it's different. I believe that healthy marriages and stable families are the backbone of our society and I'm glad there are many such situations that surround me. But I don't believe that single means lonely.

During our drive up yesterday Austin and I were discussing Purple Michael and how excited and delighted we are that he is going to be in Atlanta for a few months. Austin talked about texting Michael... and I told Austin that there was a day recently that Michael was having a particularly hard day and had received Austin's text and been particularly touched by the reminder that although he's never been a biological father, he has truly fathered many children, including mine. Austin has been in Atlanta with me for the past week. His biological father has been *right next door* twice a day, picking up Cody for work and dropping him off after work and he has never made any attempt to see Austin. It bothers Austin... but he admitted yesterday that he would be more offended if Purple Michael was nearby and didn't attempt to see him. He's the one who invested the most into Austin's life. He said... "He's like a mother to me".

That conversation evolved into a discussion about the other people who have influenced Austin, from teachers and youth leaders to uncles and his Pop. I would have loved to have stayed married and raised my children with the man who gave them life... but that man wasn't willing - or maybe he just wasn't able - to fulfill that role. Yet the role was filled in many wonderful and diverse ways.

Likewise, my happily ever after never happened. The ones I married didn't love me and the ones I loved didn't marry me. And although I could easily list the material things that are missing in my life (a retirement account, a newer car, a home of my own, etc) I am so incredibly content... drinking my cup of very strong coffee... looking out at the mist rising from the lake... basking in the perfection of a four day weekend... my life is good, y'all.

Hope yours is too. Love and hugs.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Thankful Thursday - From the Mountain House

I'm curled up in the recliner at the mountain house... fuzzy blanket, fuzzy pjs, fuzzy socks... nursing a mug of hot chocolate and wondering if 7pm is too early to go to sleep.

The work day was long but not too long. The drive up was swift but we still took time to stop and smell the roses have an early dinner at Cracker Barrel. The skies were gray with little pockets of sunshine spotlighting fall colors. The view from the back porch was...

 something like this... like a Whispering Bob Ross painting. 

It's been a good day. And yes, I think if I was a real student of the School of Gratitude, I would express all the things for which I'm thankful at the start, instead of the end of Thankful Thursday, but sometimes you just have to get to the end of the day to really count your blessings. Here are mine, in no particular order:

1. Fuzzy socks
2. Fuzzy pjs 
3. Fuzzy blankets (I'm obviously working backwards)
4. Having my kid nearby 
5. A safe *and swift* drive to the mountains
6. Mountain views and vistas without nauseating, scary mountain roads.
7. Cracker Barrel. The country fried steak and gravy isn't as good as Pop's but it will do in a pinch.
8. Clove gum (sold at Cracker Barrel) which Austin described as a cross between Big Red and Juicy Fruit.
9. Comfy furniture in the living room of the mountain house - not having to go up and down stairs to nest.
10. Ice cream in the freezer.
11. Four whole days off!
12. Peace and quiet.
13. Real darkness... the kind where the inky black envelops you like a blanket and you can actually see the stars.
14. Finding pictures that I had taken and not yet downloaded like this... and this.... 
 and this one too...
 
15. A Disco Ball for the Whine Cellar aka the basement aka my suite... which Austin is happily enjoying this weekend... with his tv and xbox and so forth....  
Life is good, y'all. 


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Crazy

I have to leave for work in 15 minutes.
The glam routine is finished.
I straightened my hair but shouldn't have because it's frizzing like crazy.
I am in a bad cycle of being in too much pain to sleep and being in pain because I can't sleep.
Some of you will *get* that and some will think I'm crazy.
Twice in five sentences I've used the word crazy. No relation.
Well, I suppose some of my relations are crazy.
All of my relationships have been, that's for sure.
My friend Amy aka Vicky Lynn has lost a bunch of weight and looks so hot that her husband went shopping with her.
She's awesome and I miss her like crazy. Crazy.
Oscar the dog just crawled in beside me.
That's a time suck because he's got to get positioned *just right* before he settles down...
And then there's that whole process of reassuring Trouble that he is still my boy and that I love him, even though there's a dog beside me.
Oh! Good. Oscar decided to make a nest out of my covers.
And... nope. He's back beside me, snout under my fingers while I type.
I'm just *this side* of grumpy.
I'm just worn out in a way that it's impossible to understand.
Yesterday I took a life insurance sales class (I hate those but I do as I'm told) and I was given *homework* of calling 48 people a day for the three days (at that point) that I work this week.
Well, to be precise, we were given six pages with 24 names per page to work before our next class next Tuesday.
I reminded our instructor (who is not my direct supervisor, manager, agent, etc) that I am part-time.
Her advice was that I use my time away from the office (off payroll) to take care of things that I don't have time to do at work.
Totally sent me into a panic attack.
It was that *one more thing* that pushed me over the cliff.
I love my job. I'm good at it, I really am. Ask anybody that works there.
But for an outside person who doesn't have a clue what my work load is (about the same as a full time person) to put demands on my time away from work and off the payroll...
When I already have to figure out when I'm going to do my continuing ed that has to be done and paid for asap.
Plus handle the additional logistics of Austin doing... who knows what he's going to do?
But whatever it is, he needs help and I'm his mother, you do the math.
I'm not in the stage of life where I'm building a career.
I'm in the stage of life where I praise God for every day that I manage to drag myself to work and spend five hours not letting anyone know how badly I hurt and how exhausted I am.
I answer the phone with a smile and a great attitude, every. single. time.
Ask anybody.
If I can work another two years, I'll be so grateful.
But what I'm doing is all I can do.
Most days I'm too tired to eat.
And too tired to sleep, which I know sounds crazy.
Back to crazy.
And out of time.
I've tried to not have any Whiny Wednesdays lately but here I am... whining again.
Forgive me Lord.
Heading out the door to grab a pumpkin spice latte and the artificial pleasure that brings.
Love and hugs, y'all.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Pax Adsit - Jacob Lumpkin

Pax adsit - may peace be with him.

Happy Tuesday, y'all! I'm still aching and having a little trouble with that blasted left leg but I'm awake and about to start the glam routine so I can head into work. I'm on the early schedule for the next three days so I have to leave the house by 8:30, a little earlier today because I need to stop and get gas. But... if all goes well, I'll be home and settled into my pjs by 3pm every day except Thursday... when I hope to be on the road by 3pm and settled in at the mountain house by 5pm, Lord willing. Not a bad deal. Not bad at all.

Yesterday was a good day but I was absolutely wiped out by the end of the day. Having Austin here in Riverdale reduces some stress for me - as far as worrying about my kid - but it increases stress for me in that he's not a kid any more but also not an adult and still has some of those autistic traits that have made interaction with him difficult all of his life. I am still trusting God for this kid's future. We'll try to get some details sorted out while we're in the mountains this weekend. I just want him to be as settled and independent as my older two... there was a time of transition for them too and I want to be as supportive as I can be of Austin. I love him. He's my heart. Y'all know that. But dad-gum... he wears me out sometimes.

Anyways... I've got an ancestor that I'd like to share with you. At least, I believe him to be an ancestor. Insert usual disclaimer here - my research is based heavily on ancestry.com and I have not independently confirmed all of these family connections and/or details so this is either a cool bit of history on my 9x great-grandfather OR a cool bit of American History.



Captain Jacob Lumpkin was a military man, a Captain in the British army during the French and Indian Wars.
He lived on a plantation in Newington, south of the Mattaponi River in Virginia.
In 1676 there is a record that he was paid 3000 pounds and again 750 pounds of tobacco for services and charge of Mattaponi Fort.
The records of Middlesex County have a statement dated 2 October 1677 indicating that 18 men had been sent out of that county to join the command of Captain Jacob Lumpkin.
In 1690 he was brought up on charges for uttering "Seditious, unlawful & dangerous words" in his refusal to toast King William and Mary.
He was cleared.
In 1691 he was granted land in Drysdale Parish, King & Queen County, Virginia.
He also received land grants in Hanover and Caroline Counties.
The list of Virginia military officers in 1698 names Jacob Lumpkin as one of four Captains in the County.
He was in command of 98 men, the largest of the four contingents.
In 1704 both Jacob and a Robert Lumpkin were on the 'Quit Rent' rolls of King and Queen County, Virginia.
Jacob was assessed for 950 acres and Robert for 400.
Jacob was buried at the Mattaponi church which was so close to his home that the foundation remains of his house can still be seen from the church door.
The original house burned to the ground during the Civil War.
The church is northeast of Richmond, inland from Chesapeake Bay, on the Mattaponi River in King & Queen County, St. Stephen's parish, Virginia.
The church may have been built as early as 1690.
 A marble slab near the north door is Jacob's memorial.
The Latin inscription reads, after his name and date,

Dux Militum,
Victor Hostium
Morte Victus.
Pax adsit,
vives requias
Eterna Sepultis.


   "A leader of soldiers; conqueror of the enemy    Conquered by death.    May peace be with him: he shall live.    Eternal rest for the buried."
Jacob and Ann's great, great grandson Wilson Lumpkin served in the US House of Representative, the US Senate and two terms as Governor of Georgia (1831-1835).
Other 'illustrious' descendants include Carter Braxton, grandson of their daughter Mary and a signer of the Declaration of Independence
and William Clark of the famous 'Lewis and Clark' expedition who was a great-grandson of their daughter Elizabeth.


Jacob Lumpkin (1644 - 1708)
is your 9th great grandfather
Daughter of Jacob
Son of Elizabeth Ann
Daughter of James B
Son of Elizabeth
Son of William
Son of William Bartlett
Son of William Guy
Daughter of Thomas Alexander
Daughter of Mary Alice
Daughter of Virginia
Daughter of Norma Ray