Category: Civil War


By Trent Tibbitts

Growing up on the banks of the Raccoon Creek,  I had often wondered where the waters went. I knew that they flowed north and entered the Etowah River some 10 miles away.  But how did they get there and what was it like along the way.  From a young age I wanted to make this trip.  I have made it a goal to travel the entire length of the Raccoon Creek and to eventually follow the waterway to the Gulf of Mexico.  But one step at a time.  I have covered most of Raccoon Creek, only needing to complete the uper most section of  a few miles.  However, I was able to complete a large portion of Raccoon Creek with a canoe trip from our property at the Ford, all the way to the Etowah River.


It was Saturday  May 28, 2016, Memorial day weekend. We had a party at the creek  for Wyatt who had just graduated from North Paulding High School. Being a three day weekend,  I wanted to take advantage of the time I had. John had been at the party all day and had helped setup.  His wife and kids had plans for the night so he was free to do whatever. I told John that I wanted to canoe down the creek to the Etowah.  He was up for it. The party wrapped up around 7 PM. It took about an hour to get everything together and in the boat. We both keep our backpacks packed and ready.  John gathered his supplies, emergency food and clothing. I took an extra MRE. We weren’t sure how long we would be gone. I then loaded a cooler with leftover ice, drinks, uncooked  hamburgers and hotdogs. I had the bread, pop tarts for breakfast, candy and a few ofher things in grocery bags under the seats. I put my portable gas grill in the back of the boat. I was sitting in the back with the cooler between my  legs.  Both packs were in the middle and John was in the front seat. I was trying to video document the trip,  so after a short video, we were off.

We launched at the camper right below the Ford.  I quickly realized that I didn’t have my sunglasses. We stopped at John’s Pavilion and I ran back to get them. Good thing, I had left the camper door open. I ran back to the waiting boat and we were off again. The creek water level was down some. One indicator of how much water is flowing is if any water is running over the road or not. There wasn’t any water flowing over the road, all of it was going through the pipes. This made the shoals difficult to navigate.  We were able to push our way through some if the waters were to one side of the creek. Often this ment we were right next to the bank and the low hanging tree limbs. John cleared the spider webs out for me.  If the waters were wide going over the shoals,  it would only be a few inches deep and we would have to get out and pull the boat along. Most of the time we would keep walking until the water got up to our knees. Just below John’s Pavilion is a small stream flowing into the creek from papa Hollis Tibbitts original Lake.  The stream forms the land line between John and Carlton. We paddled past Carlton’s place and to the Poky hole.  A favorite swimming hole of my youth.  It is a small rock ledge named after a female slave of the McGregor’s who were the first white settlers to live here. Papa Hollis Tibbitts was baptised here. A few hundred feet on down is the remnants of a cable Crossing.  The inspiration for my zip line across the creek at the camper.  Only a few dozen feet on down is the Mill Branch.  It is a good size branch with lots of water. You can read about it in my other post. It does drain a large area of the Sheffield WMA. The old Tall Pine road comes down the ridge here. It comes from Dent Myers Camp. Dent owns Wildman’s in downtown Kennesaw Ga. I’m not 100 percent sure of how the story goes but I believe he bought that land from Alton Cates, or papa who bought it from Alton.


Poky Hole



Mill Branch


Side note about Dent,  he was hired to be in a commercial for Canon Ball Tobacco. The seen was Dent and other Confederate reenacters charging across a field and a Canon being fired. This was in the 1960 and was being filmed in the pasture where the sub station is now on Tibbitts road. A lot of people gathered to watch the filming. When the canon was fired, it blew off the wheels. Dad said Papa got a big kick out of that and would tell the story often and laugh about it.


The Tall Pine road used to follow the creek down stream before crossing it just before where the power lines cross now. The creek has washed away the bank and the is no longer room to walk in some places, much less have a road. Once across the creek, the road is the same one that comes up by Carlton’s and then on by Fed’s house. When Papa bought this land it was a public road. He had to put a fence on each side.  During  WW2 War years, when Papa and his three oldest sons and his brother Maston with his sons were cutting lumber, they would haul lumber out of the mountains on this road.



Below the Mill Branch,  the creek makes a hard right against a big Boulder and travels East. Then in a few hundred yards goes under the power lines for the first time for this trip. One of only two times it travels on the east side of the lines before Crossing a final time in Taylorsville.  As we cross under the power lines we are on the lookout for deer and jump one on the North shore.  A King Fisher then flys by. We didn’t go five minutes the whole trip without seeing a King Fisher.




Just past the power lines is the area known as the cliffs.  Not sure how tall they are, maybe 70 feet or more. On top of the cliff is the Copper mine.  A shaft that goes into the mountain about 30 feet and then has a shaft that goes down who knows how deep. The well part stays full of water.


Copper mine

A little ways down is some bottom land, the old Charlie Burt farm.  The farm was bought by Jim Grant, he operated Lama’s of Atlanta from this farm.  Jim keep exotic animals on the farm.  He would have several types of deer, Elk, ostrich, zebra, I’m not sure what all he had. The watershead from my land ends up in the stream that flows through his farm. Along with everything between mountain Road, the top of the mountains at the water tower and Burt road. The creek makes a U turn at the Grant house that is on a bluff just above the creek.  We are now going in a northwest direction.  It is starting to get noticeably dark. We spook Wood Ducks a few times.  Once being right in here.



We pass our last home sight before going into the WMA section of the creek.  We get right to the edge of the power lines before the creek U turns back to the northeast. It makes a big upside down S shape here and as we enter the top of the upside-down  S,  on the left is a flat area about a 3rd of an acer. The creek is on three sides and a large hillside is to the back. It is truly dark now. We have been using flashlights while padding for the past 15 minutes.  We beach the boat. A good bit of water is in the boat and several of our items are wet, including what we are waring.  We pick out our campsite and start a fire. John gathered most of the wood while I started the fire. Once we had a good fire going, we hung our hammocks. Luckily none of our sleeping gear got wet. One of my pads did but no big deal.  We got out the grill and cooked up two hamburgers each. While the burgers cooked we stripped off our wet clothes and dried them by the fire. I had a pair of dry pant and a long sleeve shirt to sleep in. We had a armadillo come through camp. John has a crank radio and we enjoyed country gold to midnight, then went to sleep shorty afterwards.  I had set out a crayfish trap that night and in the morning had caught, with out any bait, 3 crayfish,  two small fish, and a small turtle. No bigger than a 50 cent peace. We keep the turtle for a collection to the Aquarium. It made the trip to the end, not sure from there what happened to it. Packing up was uneventful.


Hill Climb at Forsyth Shoals

We may have gotten on the water around 930 or 10. John was now in the back seat. Just above our camp was a small stream coming in on the left. It drains a small Valley in the WMA. There is a old home place there but I am not sure who lived there. Could have be a Forsyth because not far from there is a shoals on the creek called Forsyth Shoals. It is just below our camp and is under the next power line crossing. The creek has a good rock bottom here and was used as a place to ford the creek for many years.  On the North side of the creek is what was once a hill climb for motorcycles in the 60′ and 70’s. Several organized races where held here and covered in dirt bike magazines of the time. At the shoals,  the creek turns a little and is running west. As we go over the falls, John sets up his camera and gets a good action shot of us.


Forsyth Shoals

Past the Shoals,  the creek stays straight for 1/8 of a mile and then turns North and to the right. At this point is where the wildcat den is supposed to be.  I have yet to find it. It may have be filled in with debris over the years.  I think Joe built a box and put down in it an caught a bobcat.  Just a few more yards down is the stone fence / rock wall that no on knows who built.  We believe it was built by Indians. Papa Hollis Tibbitts said he played on it as a boy and no one at that time knew who built it. It serves no purpose that I can tell. It runs up the side of a steep embankment about 100 feet. It would have been 3 or 4 feet tall when first built.


Stone fence

We saw a lot of different types of fish in the water as we went. The water was clean and clear.  Very little man made trash was in the water. We only saw a few cans and a few tires the whole trip, and most of that was closer to Taylorsville.  We saw lots of big turtles fallin off log as we would turn a bend in the creek.  We only saw 3 snakes.  We also saw a Blue Heron and a few Red Tail Halks. The health of the creek is very good. The best part of the trip for me, was to know how well the creek is doing and how natural it is.


About a 1/4 mile on down from the Stone fence, is the Murray branch coming in on the right.  This is the largest amount of water to enter the creek below the Ford.  It has a larger watershed;  From Blue hole road to Burt road to Braswell  Mountain, to HWY 61 to the north end of Narroway Church Cr., to Clay root Rd. The branch was once know as Gold Creek and a few gold mines we operated at its headwaters.  I have seen gold come out of it before and one good nugget.  Narroway once conducted baptisms in the branch below the Church.  Many of my family,  including myself was baptised there.


Not to far on down the creek is where Clay Root Rd cross the creek.  The road one ran the ridge top from the city of Braswell,  through the Braswell Mountains,  past Iron Stob, past Clay Root,  past Pine mountain,  crossed the creek,  crossed the power lines and ended on Narroway Church Cr.


We then passed several cabins along the creek belonging to the Cochran family.  The Grindstone Branch enters the creek in this area on the left. The last large branch to do so while in the mountains. The branch gets it name from a mill that once was on this branch.  From the top of Pine mountain there was a road that turned south off of Clay Root Rd and followed a ridge down to Grindstone Branch.  The mill site was just upstream from where the road crossed the branch in a small Valley.  When I was young,  beavers damed up the branch and a good size pond filled the valley.  Dad and I counted 17 dams in that area at that time. The road was blocked by several piles of dirt dumped between the high road banks. This made great four wheeler jumps and mud holes for me to play on. Brandon and I spent a lot of time there. He and I hiked there not to long ago.

Just before the creek exits the mountains there is one more noted area. Harris Bottoms or Sand Bottoms is another area we used to ride four wheelets. There was a large sand bar that had a bowl in it from all the four wheeler that had done donuts in the same spot. It was always a fun destination.  Once I rolled my four wheeler in the creek there. It took several hours to get it running again after getting the water out of the engine.  Another time I came up on Jason Tibbitts walking out. He had run out of gas. That is a long walk so I gave him a ride home. John and I hiked this area last year. Part of the  Union army crossed Raccoon Creek here on their way to Burnt Hickory then onto New Hope and Dallas.  It has a hard rocky bottom for a good long ways.  We decided to stop here for lunch. We grilled the last 3 hamburgers and 2 hotdogs.  We had a nice lunch on the gravel bar. Up to this point we had a tough time with shoals . A lot of dragging the boat. I was hoping that from here on we would be in deeper water.


I was right about having deeper water but the number of logjams exploded. Up to this point we had only gone under 3 trees. From here to the river, must have been 20 or more. Two of them we cut our what thru,  two we carried the boat around, several we lifted the boat over and some we got out and floated the boat under. The rest we navigated. If the log looked like we could clear under it, no matter how small the space,  John though it fun to gain as much speed as possible and see if I could duck to the bottom of the boad before being decapitated.


Last Crossing of the Power lines.

We were now in the Etowah River Valley and out of the Braswell Mountains.  The creek travels through hay fields,  cow pastures,  cotton fields and small patches of woods. We cross a few field roads and got out at one to make contact with the rest of the world, having been cut off in the wilderness for atleast 18 hours. John made plans for Linsey to pick us up and we were off again. This was the toughest part of the trip. The logjams really wore us down.  We only saw two other people while on Raccoon Creek and it was a man and woman hanging out on a sand bar in this area. We said hello and kept moving


Not much to report in this area. We did see one more deer in the creek. About the only history I know is that about half of the Union army crossed Raccoon Creek in this area also on their way to Dallas. (Different from the aboved units)  I read just yesterday about the men bathing in the creek and watering livestock.  May of 1864. We did travel about a mile or more along a farm where the owner had lined the banks with old concrete. We did pass one more cabin and just before the 113 bridge there was a house on the right.


Once at the bridge we called Linsey again to give her a up date. From Harris Bottoms to the bridge was a longer distance that I thought it would be.  From the bridge to the rive is about a half a mile. We only had one difficult log to cross. We went under the old Railroad bridge for the line that travel from Cartersville to Rockmart.  People used to take the train out to Rockmart and the on over to Van Wert to hear Sam Jone Preach at Van Wert Methodist Church. It later became a Baptist Church. I have direct ancestors buried there on the Johnson side.  We went under the Railroad bridges that supplies plant Bowen. Coal is delivered via train. It is one of the largest Coal fired plants in the country.  Just passed the last Railroad bridge is the Etowah River.  Several people were taking a break from kayaking and on on the left shore.

We enter the Etowah River feeling a real sense of accomplishment. I don’t know of anyone else who has made this same trip.


Confluence of the Raccoon Creek and Etowah River

From Raccoon Creek at river mile 128 to the Euharlee road bridge at river mile 132 it is an easy 4 miles. The river looked to be up but did not seam to be moving that fast. We quickly pass by the Etowah Cliffs, an antebellum plantation.  At the base of the bluff is a spring coing out of the rock face.

At mile 129.8 is one of dozens of fishing weirs along the river. This one is a little more impressive. It is in a very wide part of the river and is a double V. Lots of nice homes are on this section of the river.

At mile 130.8 is the water intake and discharge for Georgia Powers plant Bowen. The plant takes out 40 million gallons a day and returns half.  The rest is evaporated.  The returning flow is the size of Raccoon Creek and is hot to the touch.  The plant produces 20 percent of the power Georgia Power sells.


Milam Bridge

At mile 131.2 is Milam bridge. Only the iron skeleton remains.  This is where in 1955, Grady Cochran, who was working for Green Tibbitts at the time sawmilling,  dumped the body of Patricia Cook, a 13 year old girl who he had murdered.  He used chains belonging to Green to weigh the body down. Grady was arrested at the job site. A relative who was a GBI agent was able to get a confession and the location of the body.  He was coveted and died in the Georgia Electric Chair. During the War of Northern Aggression, and before the iron bridge was biilt, half of the Union army crossed the river here. The Confederate Soldiers burned the wood bridge but the Union built a pontoon bridge in its place.

At mile 131.5 is the Euharlee creek. Only a half mile up the creek is the old covered bridge and the old mill. The sisters who ran the mill last had some type of dealings with papa Hollis Tibbitts about timber they owned. I believe he gave them advice on its value. Euharlee is rich in history and has a good little Museum. Well worth the trip.  You can tube the creek down to the river from the town.

Only a half mile more is the Euharlee road bridge at river mile 132. We ended our trip here. Linsey came and picked us up in my truck with in 10 minutes of our arrival.

Very tough adventure.  A little tougher than I thought that it would be.  But very rewarding also. I am very happy with the health of the creek and the amount of wild life we encountered. This completed a live long goal and a bucket list item for me. Raccoon Creek is a channel that I can take to my past, my history,  my family history, history of the land but it is always flowing.



This is a list of my ancestors who fought for the Confederacy during the War of Northern Aggression or you may know it as the American Civil War.



My Great, Great, Grandfather Maston Green Tibbitts.  Private, Company K (Etowah Guards of Bartow County), 14th Regiment, Georgia Infantry, Army of Northern Virginia. Born October 13, 1845 and Died February 13, 1924. He is buried at the old Harmony Grove Cemetery  in North Paulding County Georgia. On March 19, 1864, at the age of 18, he enlisted into the Confederacy at Coppers furnace in the town of Etowah, Bartow Country Georgia.

The story goes that his two older brothers, who had joined years earlier and were home on furlough, talked him into joining so they could recive a signing bonus. He was promoted to Private on March 19, 1864. He was wounded in the knee on May 6th, 1864 on the second day of the Battle of the Wilderness, VA. His first battle of the war. A mini-ball had passed cleanly through his knee. A silk handkerchief was passed through the hole to clean the wound.  He was transported to a hospital in Augusta, Ga for treatment. After he recovered, he would walk with a limp for the rest of his life. Sherman seized Augusta in November of 1864. Company records show that Maston Green was sick in the hospital in Augusta Ga. on February 28, 1865 . The story goes that he walked home after the war was over. I am not sure if he walked from Augusta or a closer train depot.

He came home a changed man (19 years old) to a changed land.  When he had enlisted, he had two brothers fighting and another had been killed in battle, his father was a member of the Georgia militia, he had a 3 year old brother named  Jefferson D. Tibbitts. I can only assum the D stands for Davis. The Union army under Sherman had the Confederate Army of the Tennessee on the defensive and were battling just a few dozen miles up the road in Dalton Georgia, February 1864. The war was very real to him and I am sure he felt it was his duty to fight. During the time Maston Green was at war, Sherman distorted most of what he knew. During May of 1864, the same month Maston Green was wounded,  the two armys moved away from the railway in Bartow County and down through Paulding County.  More than 120,000 men were raping the country side for anything they could eat. Very little was left after the battles of New Hope, Pickett’s Mill and Dallas. One could argue that no other community Georga was more effective than that of Paulding County and that effect lasted long after reconstruction.  On May 22, 1864 Sherman ordered the destruction of the town of Etowah and its war supporting industry. The town, the biggest in Bartow County at the time, was never rebuild. Etowah was where he in listed into the Confederacy, the unit was known as the Etowah Guards.  I believe Etowah may have been what he would have called his home town. It was much bigger than Dallas at that time.

Being a wounded Confederate Veteran, Maston Green was eligible to attend Bowdon College in Bowdon Georgia, where he learned the craft of a cobbler.  He along with Bill Sheffield and A.C. Scoggins walked from their home in Paulding County to the college, Maston Green was on crutches. The other men would have been wounded also.  From my understanding,  he made two trips.  I am not sure how long he stayed each time at the college.  On his last return trip home, he bought a bread heifer cow from a man named Mr. Dyer in Sand Town who he stayed with overnight. The men relied on the kindness of strangers because of the long journey. Yankees had destroyed everything, there were no stores, hotels, restaurants or anything of the kind.  He was about to get married to Mary Ann Starnes and needed a cow of his own. This was the first livestock to enter north Paulding since the Union invasion of May 1864. They were married on April 5, 1868. At the age of 22. He received a pension of $50.00 for his wounded leg. Recorded on March  29, 1894.

One other story about Maston  Green Tibbitts after the war. He had befriended a Yankee named John while in the hospital. John was wealthy and paid for Maston Green to visit him at his home. He had a fine home in town.  After their greating and socializing,  Maston Green asked to use the rest room. To his surprise, there was a painting of General Robert E. Lee on the wall across from the tollet.  When he returned, he asked John about the painting.  “John why would a Yankee have a photo of Bobby Lee”? John told him, “nothing moves the bowels of a Yankee like seeing General Lee”.

Maston brothers who had talked him into joining were James W. (Jim) Tibbitts and Thomas J. Tibbitts. He had another older brother named William A. Tibbitts who also served in the Confederacy.  We will review them next.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle Jim Tibbitts was the oldest of the four brothers who served. He was born on June 29, 1837 and died in 1909. He is buried at Old Harmony Grove Cemetery in North Paulding County, Georgia.

Corporal James Tibbitts served in the 14th Regement, Georgia Infantry, Company K.  Army of Northern Virginia. He was promoted to Private on July 9, 1861 and the promoted to Corporal.  He served through the entire war. He was wounded in the leg at the Battle of Mechanicsville, VA in 1862. He was with General Robert E. Lee at the surrender at Appomattox, April 9, 1865. He also received a  $50.00 pension for his wound.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle William Tibbitts was born on June 26, 1839. He moved to Arkansas where he joined and fought with the 6th Regiment, Arkansas Infantry, Company H. He was killed in action on December 31, 1862, at the Battle of Stones River in Tennessee. He is believed to be buried in a mass grave of unidentified Confederate Soldiers in the Evergreen Cemetery in Murphysbor, Tennessee.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle Thomas Tibbitts was born  December 12, 1841 and died on June 18, 1924. He is buried at Mt. Moriah Baptist Church in North Paulding County, Georgia.

Thomas Tibbitts was a Sergeant in the 14th Regiment,  Georgia Infantry, Company K, Army of Northern Virginia. He was promoted to Private on July 9, 1861 and then appointed Corporal in 1864 before being promote to Sergeant.  Like his other brothers before him was wounded in the leg  a few days after Maston Green at the Battle of Spotsylvania Court House,  VA., on May 12, 1864. He was on w  He was awarded a  $25.00 pension on July 16, 1888. He went on to join the KKK and his headstone  still has those letters on it today.


Photo of Tibbitts brothers.


My Great, Great, Great Grandfather Joseph Tibbitts was the father of James,  William,  Thomas and Maston Green Tibbitts.  He was a member of the Georgia militia but saw no action as far as we know.


My Great, Great, Great Grandfather Thomas Starnes was the father in law to Maston Green Tibbitts and was listed in the Georgian Guard. His age may have keep him out of the regular army but I suppose that since his family ran Starnes Mill on Punkinvine Creek he was exempt from the front lines.

Elijah T. Starnes

My Great, Great, Great, Uncle Elijah T. Starnes was born in 1833 and died on June 18, 1822. He is buried at the Kennedy -Starnes Cemetery in North Paulding County.

Elijah T. Starnes  was a Private in Company D, 36th Regiment, Georgia Infantry.  He died from measles at home in Paulding County while on sick furlough.

Elijah T. Starnes had a brother in-law, David Kennedy who also served as Private in Company D, 36th Regiment, Georgia Infantry. He to is buried in the Kennedy -Starnes Cemetery in North Paulding County Georgia.

David Kennedy

David Kennedy was brother to my Great, Great, Great Aunt Sarah Kennedy Starnes.  He was born on January 29, 1835 and died on December 12, 1924.

David Kennedy was promoted to Private on March 11, 1862. He was captured at Barker’s Creek, Mississippi on May 17, 1863. He was paroled on July 3, 1863 at Fort Delaware, in the state of Delaware.  He was exchanged at City Point Va. On July 6, 1863. He was captured again at Marietta, Ga. On July 18, 1864. He was released at camp Douglas in Illinois on June 17, 1865.

David Francis Marion Starnes

My Great, Great, Great, Uncle D. F. M. Starnes was born in 1839 and died in 1899. He is buried at the old Harmony Grove Cemetery in North Paulding County Georgia.

D. F. M. Starnes was a Private in Company A, 40th Georgia Infantry.  He was promoted to Private on March 10, 1862. He was captured on May 16, 1863 at Barker’s Creek, Mississippi. He was part of a POW exchange later in 1863. 

My father is Thomas Hershel Tibbitts son of Joseph Hollis Tibbitts, son of  Maston Elihu Tibbitts, son of Maston Green Tibbitts and Mary Ann Starnes. Maston Green is the son of Joseph Chitman Tibbitts and Mary Ann is the daughter of Thomas Perry Starnes.



My Great, Great, Grandfather  Bill Bone was born on May 26, 1828 and died on July 4, 1908. He is buried at the Dallas City  Cemetery, Paulding County Georgia.  He served as a Private in the Georgia Cavalry,  4th Regiment, Company L. Under L. B. Anderson.

Bill Bone had two brothers, Henry and John, and one son, Bailey Bone Jr, plus two brother in-laws, Esech Owen and George Owens, that served with the CSA.


My Great, Great Uncle Bailey Bone Jr was born on March 18, 1848 and Died on Feb 27, 1934. He is buried at the Dallas City Cemetery in Paulding County Georgia.  He was in the Georgia State Troops,  1st Regiment,  Company A. Not sure when he would have joined but it would have been before he was 16.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle Henry Bone was born on October 15, 1832 and died March 19, 1904. He is buried at the Dallas City Cemetery in Paulding County Georgia.  He served as a Private then a Sergeant in the Georgia Infantry, 60th Regiment, Company K, Army of Northern Virginia.  Major battles he was in were Gettysburg,  2nd Manassas and the Wilderness. He was promoted to Private on May 10, 1862 and appointed Sergeant February 1863. Roll date of November 9, 1864 last on file shows him absent.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle John Bone was born June 3, 1836 and died March 2, 1904. He is buried at the Dallas City Cemetery in Paulding County Georgia.  John was a 2nd Corporal in the Georgia Infantry, 22nd Regiment,  Company C.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle  Esech Owen was married to Mary Bone. He was born July 27, 1841 and died May 3, 1901. He served in the Georgia Infantry, 22nd Regiment, Company C.  He is buried at the Dallas City Cemetery in Paulding County, Georgia.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle George Owens was married to Nancy A. Bone and brother to Esech Owen. Though one spell their name with an “S”. Their Grandfathers were Revolutionary Soldiers,  Thomas Owens and Esic Brown.  George was born 1822 and died Feb 6, 1901. He was a millwrigh for the Confederacy and owner of Owens Mill on Punkinvine Creek,  the same site as what is know as the old electric dam.

My mother is Letty Jane  Bone, daughter of Tom Watson Bone, son of Clifford Anderson Bone, son of John T. Bone, son of William Bill Bone.


My Great, Great, Grandfather William Crew was born September 24, 1830 and died February 13, 1903. He is buried at the High Shoals Cemetery in North Paulding County Georgia.

William was a Sergeant in the Georgia Infantry,  60th Regiment, Company K. He was mustered into service on May 10, 1862. The following is a list of engagements he would has fought in with the 60th Georgia Infantry.

Second Winchester, VA.  June 14, 1862.

Seven Day Battles, VA. June 25 to July 1, 1862.

Gaines’ Mill, VA. June 27th, 1862.

Malvern Hill, VA. July 1, 1862.

Cedar Mountain,  VA. August 9, 1862

Bristol and Manassas Junction, VA. August 26 and 27, 1862.

Kettle Run, VA. August 27, 1862.

Second Manassas, VA. August 28-30, 1862.

Chantilly, VA. September 1, 1862.

Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia.  Septembe 12-15, 1862.

Antietam, Maryland.  September 17, 1862. Where he was wounded and sent home to recover.

As Sherman marched into Georgia down from Chattanooga Tennessee in the spring of 1864, William Crew enlisted a 2nd time. This time as a Private in the Army of the Tennessee,  Georgia Cavalry,  4th Regiment,  Company L.  Avery’s, under General Joe Wheeler, on May 9th in Dallas.  Just two weeks before Union forces would enter his community of Burnt Hickory on their way to the Battles of New Hope,  Pickett’s Mill and Dallas. The following is a list of engagements William fought in while serving in the Cavalry.

Resaca, Georgia

Pickett’s Mill, Georgia.  Near Allatoona church.

All engagements through the Atlanta campaign.

The defence of Savanna.

The Carolinas campaign. 12th Georgia Cavalry.

Served to the end of the war and was surrendered by General Joseph E. Johnston at Durham Station,  N.C. on April 26, 1865.

My father is Thomas Hershel Tibbitts, son of Marie’ Emily Crew, daughter of Arthur Harvey Crew, son of William Harvey Crew.


My Great, Great, Grandfather Alfred Duke was born May 24, 1850 and died May 13, 1920. He is buried in the Duke family Cemetery in Powder Springs.

He served as a Private in the Georgia Cavalry, 1st Regiment, Company G, Army of the Tennessee.  He had six brothers who also served. One who had been killed in action, one had died in a military hospital and another died in 1862 and is buried in a Confederate Cemetery in Petersburg VA. Alfred enlisted April 12, 1864, in Oxford Alabama.  He was surrendered on April 26, 1865, at  Durham Station N.C. with General Joseph E. Johnston and the Army of the Tennessee to Sherman.  He was paroled on May 3, 1865 in Charlotte, North Carolina.  He died in the Confederate Soldiers Home of Georgia in Atlanta. Of note, Alfred’s Grandfather, Georgia Norwood was a Revolutionary War Soldier.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle James Duke was born December 20, 1830. He enlisted on September 25, 1861. Served in the Georgia Infantry, 30th Regiment, Company G.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle William Duke was born Decembe 5, 1833 and died on August 18, 1862. He is buried in the Duke family Cemetery in Powder Springs with his brother Alfred.

William was a Private in the Georgia Infantry,  2nd Regiment, Company I. He died in Lookout Mountain Hospital,  Chattanooga Tennessee. Not sure but may have been the hospital that was in the cave at the base of the mountain. When building the Railroad tunnel, the cave entry was covered.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle George Duke was born on July 3, 1836. He enlisted on August 23, 1861. He was a Private in the Georgia Infantry, 7th Regiment, Company D. Army of Noth VA.  He was discharged on December 25, 1861, Christmas day, at Richmond, Virginia. The same day his brother Noah was killed in action. They were in the same Company.  I assume he was discharged so he could accompany the body home.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle John Duke was born on  November 13, 1838. He enlisted as a Private in the Georgia Infantry, 1st Regiment,  Company L. Army of the Tennessee on February 27, 1862. On May 1st, 1862 he made 2nd Corporal and later Sargent.  He was surrendered on April  26, 1865 in Greensboro, North Carolina.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle  Noah Duke was born in 1841 and died on December 25, 1861. He was a Private in the Georgia Infantry, 7th Regiment, Company D. Army of Northern Virginia.  He died at Culpeper, Virginia. Culpeper was a hot bed throughout the war with over 160 battles and skirmishes.  I suppose that he was killed during on of the skirmishes.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle Thomas Duke was born March 14, 1828 and died August 30, 1862. I  believe he was a Corporal in the Georgia Infantry, 27th Regiment, Company F. I  also believe he is buried in the Confederate Soldiers section of the Blandford Cemetery,  Petersburg City, VA.

My mother is Letty Jane Bone, daughter of Tom Watson Bone, son of Mamie Estelle Duke, daughter of William Harvey Duke, son of Alfred Gabriel Duke.



My Great, Great, Grandfather J. Wyatt Lee was born February 17, 1840 and died January 9, 1903. He is buried at High Shoals Baptist Church in North Paulding County.  He was a First Lieutenant in the Georgia Infantry, 22nd Regiment, Company C. He had one brother to serve.


My Great, Great, Great Uncle James Lee was born August 11, 1845 and died November 22, 1898. He hung himself.  He is buried at High Shoals Baptist Church in North Paulding County Georgia.  He was a Private in the Georgia Cavalry, 22nd Regiment, Company C.

My father is Thomas Hershel Tibbitts, son of Marie’ Emily Crew, daughter of Annie Fairfield Lee, daughter of J. Wyatt Lee.


My Great, Great, Great,  Grandfather Seabon Westmoreland was born  November 6, 1840 and died November 29, 1935. He served as a Private in the Georgia Infantry Batts, Smith Legion. He enlisted onAugust 16, 1862. He transferred to the Georgia Infantry , 60th Regiment, Company K.  In March 1863. He was detailed as a nurse because of Smallpox in Frank Ramsey Hospital,  Loudoun Tennessee, from April 15, 1863 to September 21, 1863. Seaborn had one brother to serve. Note, Seaborn had a Great Grandfather, John Westmoreland who was a Revolutionary war Soldier.


My Great, Great, Great, Great Uncle Robert Westmoreland was born in 1839. He was a Private in the Georgia Infantry, 60th Regiment, Company C and H.

My mother is Letty Jane Bone, daughter of Polly Ruth Manley, daughter of Erwin Manley, son of  Alice Westmoreland, daughter of Seabon LeNoir Westmoreland.


My Great, Great Grandfather Young Marcus Durham was born September 15, 1823 and died November 2, 1900. He is buried at the old High Shoals Cemetery in North Paulding County Georgia. He went by Young and was nick named “alphabet”. The story goes that each of his sisters got to give him a name.

I don’t know much if any about his service.  I had one peace of information that said he was a Confederate Soldier. I did find a Y.M. Durham that was in the Tennessee Cavalry, 5th Regiment, McKenzie’s. I am very unsure.

My father is Thomas Hershel Tibbitts, son of Marie’ Emily Crew, daughter of Arthur Harvey Crew, son of Emily E. Durham, daughter of Young Marcus Alexander Hanlaway Durham.


My Great, Great Grandfather Rev. William Twilley was born in 1825 and died in 1911. He is buried at Mount Moriah Baptist Church in North Paulding County, Georgia.  He was a Sergeant in the Georgia Cavalry, 9th  Battalion, Company F.

While William was away at war, his daughter Rosanna, age 11, was seriously burned when her dress caught fire. I  believe from stumbling into the fire place or just being to close.  She was unable to eat and survived on milk. One report states that when seeing the child’s condition, a Confederate Officer said that William’s services was need more at home taking care of his family and sent for him. I’m not sure if he made it home before she died or not. When Sherman marched through,  his Soldiers killed the cow and took only the liver. With the cow dead, there was no source of milk and Rosanna died of starvation.  In 1880, her mother Mary Townsend Twilley made a rope and hung herself with it. They are all buried at Mount Moriah Baptist Church in North Paulding County, Georgia. Where in 1880, the New Hope Baptist Association was formed and Rev. William Twilley was it’s first Moderator. Also of note, Mount Moriah was constituted and built in 1842 from logs. This Church was dismantled and used to make a bridge over Punkinvine Creek near Jones Mill, just below the Church.  My Grandfather Hollis Tibbitts and my father Thomas Hershel Tibbitts were Pastors of this Church and My brother Todd Tibbitts is currently Pastoring there.


M father is Thomas Hershel Tibbitts, son of Joseph Hollis Tibbitts, son of France Victoria Bowman, daughter of Sarah Elizabeth Twilley, daughter of Rev. William R.D. Twilley.


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My Great, Great, Great, Grandfather Joseph Manley was born in November 1819 and died in 1901. He served in the 4th Battalion GA Sharpshooters along with his brothers, Jasper and James. Brothers John Washinton and Daniel Jackson also served. Joseph’s Grandfather was Daniel Manley and he too was a Revolutionary War Soldier.


My Great, Great, Great, Great Uncle James Manley was born in 1830 and  Served in the 4th Battalion GA Sharpshooters.


My Great, Great, Great, Great Uncle Jasper Manley was born on April 9, 1837 and died April 8, 1916. He is buried in Santa Clar, CA. Jasper served as a Georgia Sharpshooter, 4th BH. He was captured at Missionary Ridge November 25, 1863. Was sent to Rock Island POW camp and survied the war. He signed an oath of alleiance to the Union.  He joined the Union Navy and served aboard the USS Ohio. He went home to Franklin County after the war and was literally run out of town. He moved around Ga. For a while,  but as soon as people found out, they made life difficult for him. He finally moved to California . As a final affront,  he deeded all his lands to his former slaves as he was leaving .


My Great, Great, Great, Great Uncle John Washinton Manley was born on January 26, 1836 and died on August 21, 1921. He is buried in Jack County Texas.  John served in the 34th GA. John moved to Texas after the war.


My Great, Great, Great, Great Uncle Daniel Jackson Manley was born on November 14, 1815 and died on October 4, 1888. He is buried on his son’s farm in Carnsville GA. Daniel served in the Franklin County Home Guard.

My mother is Letty Jane Bone, daughter of Polly Ruth Manley, daughter of Erwin Manley, son of James A. Manley, son of Joseph Attaway Manley.


My Great, Great, Great, Grandfather was born on August 13, 1803 in Hart / Franklin County GA and died June 25, 1888 in Hart County GA. He is buried in Canon, Hart County GA. Job was granted a Presidential Pardon by Andrew Johnson on October 2, 1865 for the purpose of Post Master.  Job had

My Great, Great, Great, Grand Uncle

Elbert M. Bowers 1832 – 1862

Asa Bowers 1818 – 1862

Joel Bowers 1812 – 1862

Thomas William Bowers 1820 – 1864

Paris W. Bowers 1837 – 1865

William F. Bowers 1825 – 1905

William B. Bowers 1816 – 1880

Jeptha Alexander Bowers 1827 – 1890

Dr. James Basil Bowers 1832 – 1890

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