Anna Eliza Blount Kline

                           Anna Eliza Blount Kline                      And Her Swamp Land Patent

The great New Madrid earthquakes of 1811-1812 created a big swamp in southeast Missouri.  Small streams including the Little River that runs through Morehouse, Missouri, fed the swamp.  A two-million-acre region called the “Missouri Glades” was the largest wetland in America prior to 1928.  The swamp was nearly impenetrable and considered almost useless by most everyone.  The exception was at the edges and on the ridges.  The swamp's dense forests contained millions of feet of marketable timber.  Some of the ancient oak trees reached 27 feet circumference, and some of the Cyprus trees circumferences reached 10 to 12 feet.  In the early to mid-1800's, lumbermen recognized the value of abundant timber and bought up most of the land. But after the lumbermen cleared the land of its oak, cypress, hickory, and gum trees, they found that they had to pay taxes on unproductive land.  The Swamp Land Act of 1850 was enacted to solve this problem by finding individuals willing to pay taxes on the swamp land.

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The land in the district initially was owned by the United States government and granted to the state through the Swamp Land Act of 1850. Not knowing what to do with it, the state conveyed the land to the counties.  The land remained vested in the counties for most of the last half of the 19th century because the counties were unable to find anyone willing to assume the burden of taxes on swamp land after the timber was removed.  The counties eventually sold the land to private owners and companies at low cost, with the stipulation that it had to be developed and drained.[1]

My great-grandmother Anna Eliza Blount Kline applied for a Swamp Land Patent from the General Land Office of the United States at Ironton, Missouri.  She received Swamp Land Patent Number 496, on August 6, 1883, located in Section 4, Township 25, and Range 13, consisting of 640 acres.  The land was two miles southeast from Morehouse, Missouri, and down the dirt road from her Uncle Madison J. Tickell, her mother’s brother. 

[1] Missouri Secretary of State website.

Anna Kline (Census records show the last name as Cline) was the daughter of Thomas P.  and Elizabeth Cornelius (Tickell) Blount, born 24 Nov 1846 in Obion County, Tennessee, or Fulton County, Kentucky.  Obion County is in the northwest corner of Tennessee.  Anna’s mother’s parents, William J. and Lavinia (Stallcup) Tickell, lived in Fulton County, Kentucky at the time of her birth, which is adjacent to Obion County, Tennessee.  My Aunt Grace (Cline) Dye told me Anna’s father was said to be related to the prominent political Blount family.  However, I have yet to find a published connection, or a Will, relating him to Tennessee Governors William or Willie Blount.   Elizabeth Tickell was married to Thomas Blount a month less than two-and-a-half years when he died on 29 Mar 1848.    Family tradition tells that her father provided well for Anna and her mother financially, but as of February 2017, I have not located Thomas P. Blount’s Will in either Obion County, Tennessee or Fulton County, Kentucky.  Anna Eliza was only 16 months old when her father died, and was forty-five when her mother died in New Madrid on 9 Mar 1892.  Her mother left her property in New Madrid, and all her personal belonging in a will recorded in the New Madrid County Courthouse.  I believe, but can’t prove, that Elizabeth Tickell’s wealth, and then Anna’s wealth came from the Thomas Blount marriage.

Part 2 of 6 will be published tomorrow, and one part a day thereafter until all six are published.

My Father's Hands

My swing that Dad built in 1951

There are many memories of my father, Curtis Henry Cline.  Here are two distinct memories. My Dad was physically strong due to working with his hands.  They were large, strong and tough from hard work, but when he touched me they were gentle.  I loved my Father’s hands and I thought he could do anything with those hands. On the emotional side, he was a tenderhearted man.  He used to read the Herald Of Holiness magazine from our church and tears would run down his eyes when he read of the needs throughout the world, or of an uplifting article.

When I was about five-years-old, I remember wanting a swing .   I kept asking my Dad to build me one in my sweetest voice. I knew he worked from sun up to sun down, but I was sure he could squeeze in time to make my swing.  He had a welding shop behind our home, and I guess I thought he would make it there.  One day he kneed down on his knee to my level and with tears in his eyes said “Margaret if you want a swing as badly as you say, I will build you one tomorrow.”  And he did!  He welded a metal bar across the top from our shed to another bar he buried next to our fence.  He hung log chains down from the cross bar to a wooden seat he made for me.  I thought my Dad was wonderful back when I was a little girl and continued to think so until he died December 21, 2002, at the age of ninety-one.  Curtis Henry Cline was my first hero.

Another time, I moved to St. Louis, Missouri and rented a small apartment on the third floor of the building.  Needing furniture, I asked Mom and Dad to let me use some of their extra furniture.  They agreed to help me and Dad loaded some furniture in his truck and drove from Sikeston, Missouri to my Aunt Beulah and Uncle Orville’s house where I was staying until I had furniture for the apartment.  He arrived about 10:00 am and we drove from the suburbs to St. Louis where my apartment was located.  I tried to help him move as much as possible, but it seems I was more in his way, with the furniture than a help.  Therefore, he strapped the dresser on his back and walked the three flights of steps to my new place.  He did the same thing with more furniture.  I carried the boxes and bedding.  When he got to the top of the stairs with the last piece of furniture, he stopped and asked me, “how much less are the rooms on the third floor than the ones on the first floor?”  I told him they were $30 a month less.  He said he would pay the difference for me to live on the first floor when I moved again.  He never complained, he only let me know he wished it had been on the first floor.  Whenever I needed anything, he was there for me with his usual smile.  There are many more memories I want to write but I want to concentrate on his ethics and character in the next blog about Curtis Henry Cline.

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Obituaries Can Be Time Capsules

I find obituaries to be time capsules, if those writing them put the person and personality of the dearly departed into the obituary.  Here is an example below and if you like it, I can publish her husband's next week.  It is equally interesting.

The Journal's County News Service, 

Melcher, Marion County, Iowa, March 26, 1930

Mrs. A. J. Tickle Aged 93 Dies at Dallas Home
Pioneer Woman was 93; Was Born in Covered Wagon 

Lucretia Helms was born on March 1, 1837, and departed this life at the family home, near Dallas, March 21, 1930, aged 93 years and 21 days.   In May 1861, she was united in marriage to Andrew Jackson Tickle. To this union, eleven children were born, two of whom preceded the mother to the great beyond. John died in May 1926, and Eddie, when 16 days old. 

The surviving children are George of Dallas, Mrs. Mattie Rood of Sedalia, Mo., Julius Tickle of Allerton, Mabel Tickle of Fairfield, Mrs. Barbara Green at home, Elmer of Dallas, Mrs. Raymond Stoddard of Guernsey, Wyo., Mrs. F. B. Wilson of Wheatland, Wyo., and Levi Tickle of Chariton.   Besides the husband and nine children who survive her, thirty-five grandchildren and seventeen great-grandchildren remain to mourn her loss. 

Born in a covered wagon at Davenport, Ia., as the parents were emigrating from Illinois to Iowa; growing to womanhood here in this vicinity of Dallas and Melcher, spending her married years in the same vicinity, living for twenty-three years beyond the allotted time for life, surely this woman spend a long useful life, and benediction to her children.   Her children say of her that she was a good wife and mother, that she lived a cheerful, prayerful, optimistic life. Not a member of any church, she believed in the things of the Kingdom. 

Serviced were conducted by R. V. Hughes at the Christian church on Sunday afternoon, March 23, at 2 p.m. Interment in Dallas Cemetery. 
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Note: Obituary shows marriage date as May 1861, but according to Marion County records Lucretia Helms and Andrew Jackson Tickle were married Nov 16, 1861.