This is a GREAT comment and should be posted for all to see. Thank you Wendy Bloome!

Hi, thank you for the hard work that you have put into this family. I wanted to share some info about Andrew Sherman Postell (son of Elisha Postell). He was accused of stealing a pair of boots and given 8 years in the Atlanta Penitentiary. He proclaimed his innocence and was supported by family, friends and neighbors. During his stay in Atlanta, he was sent to the 'convict brickworks' where he died of unknown causes in his mid 30's. He left behind his young girls and wife to mourn him. I believe I have a copy of the news clipping if it is needed. My father's grandmother was Andrew's daughter Martha Postell and she told him the story as well.

Wendy, I would like to add what I know.  Andrew died when the brickworks exploded! This is what was in the Dahlonega Nugget:

"August 7th, 1891 Death of Sherman Postell- News reached this city by telegram, sent from Gainesville, that Sherman Postell died on Friday Evening last, at the brick works of the convicts below Atlanta. The authorities asked to know what disposition to make of the body. In reply, his people desired the body be sent home at their expense if it had not already been buried. Postell, it will be remembered, is one of the parties sent from this county for burglarizing Mr. C.W. Ash's store. He was sent up for eight years, and now since his trial and death, it is believed by some of his neighbors that he was innocent."

Elisha Postell outlived all of his sons. Joseph died in1861, age 5. James Thomas "JT" died in 1917 - he lived the longest, age 58. John Wiley died in a saddle bag in 1866, age 4. Andrew died in 1891, age 31. And Grant was murdered in 1909, age 41. Their father, Elisha died in 1919 at age 84.

Earliest memories of Mary Elizabeth Postell Ralston (around 1902-1904)

We lived near Grandfather (Elisha Postell) and Grandmother (Elizabeth Lunsford Postell) when I was 3-4 years old. I can remember living down in the Nantahala Gorge on a small stream called Rolling Creek. This little creek was right back of our house, and “Uncle” William and “Aunt” Minnie Postell lived on the mountainside just above our house. Their old house is still standing, and one can see their old barn and stately old apple trees just after crossing Topton Gap down into the Gorge.

While we lived in this small house, my sister Margaret (Maggie) and I had the chicken pox, and on June 13, 1905, Maudie Cecil was born. Grandmother and Grandfather Postell lived about 1 ½ miles farther down and up in a mountain cove. There is where I dearly loved to go and spend the night – I got quite a lot of attention and petting.

Once we lived over in the next cove over the hill in a log house; I can just barely remember it. That is where I was bitten by a copperhead snake on the ankle when I was only 2 years old…I remember nothing about this incident, but I do remember having a new baby sister (Maggie) born there on August 6, 1902! I had a little handmade rocking chair which I prized very highly. I liked to rock in it, and when the neighbors dropped in to see the new baby, Mother would have me to sing my little song for them “I’ll Away to the Sabbath School.” My way of singing it was, “Holloway, holloway to the Sabbuf school.” I’m sure they thought that very cute of me. I really can remember rocking and singing this little song. Mother and Father were good singers, took a great delight in singing at church and camp meetings (I was told this in later years by my mother’s brother, John Robinson).

Written by Mary P. Ralston around 1976.

Here are the words to Grandma's "Sabbath School" song:

1 When the morning light drives away the night,
With the sun so bright and full,
And it draws its line near the hour of nine,
I'll away to the Sabbath school.
For 'tis there we all agree,
All with happy hearts and free,
And I love to early be
At the Sabbath school:

GIRLS. BOYS. GIRLS. BOYS.
Chorus.--I'll away! a-way! I'll away! a-way!
[BOTH.] I'll away to Sabbath school!

2 On the frosty dawn of a winter's morn,
When the earth is wrapped in snow,
Or the summer breeze plays round the trees,
To the Sabbath school I go.
When the holy day has come,
And the Sabbath breakers roam,
I delight to leave my home,
For the Sabbath school: I'll away, &c.

3 In the class I meet with the friends I greet,
At the time of morning prayer;
And our hearts we raise in a hymn of praise,
For 'tis always pleasant there:
In the Book of holy truth,
Full of counsel and reproof,
We behold the guide of youth,
At the Sabbath school: I'll away, &c.

4 May the dews of grace fill the hallow'd place,
And the sunshine never fail;
While each blooming rose which in memory grows
Shall a sweet perfume exhale:
When we mingle here no more,
But have met on Jordan's shore,
We will talk of moments o'er,
At the Sabbath school: I'll away, &c.

Balfour Orphanage, Black Mountain, North Carolina

This is the orphanage that Mary Elizabeth Postell Ralston was sent to in 1910, along with her sisters Margaret and Maud. The orphanage was established by Dr. Robert Perry Smith, a Presbyterian minister who saw the need for an orphanage as he travelled through the mountains. It started out as a cabin, but Dr. Smith convinced Lucy Smith Hare to comb the mountains, on horseback, searching for children whose parents had died. She found many children and by 1910 little cabin was too small so this home was built in Balfour/Hendersonville.



Mary Postell and her sisters were placed in the orphanage by their mother, Josephine Robinson Postell, after their father was killed. Josie was 32 at the time and had 6 children. Lola, age 18, and Sam, age 13, were not eligible to go into the orphanage so went to work. I'm guessing that they threw in their lot with their mother, to survive as a small family of three. The three younger girls went into the orphanage but the baby, Homer, went to one of Grant's four sisters.

When Josie put the girls into the orphanage she fixed it that none of the other relatives could take them out. She told them it was just temporary, until she could establish a home for them all. In the meantime she was living in or near Asheville, North Carolina, working as a seamstress.
I would love to know if she worked for herself, for a shop or on the Biltmore Estate.

Where ever it was, in July 1911, Josie had an appendicitis attack and was taken for emergency surgery to the Biltmore Hospital in the middle of Biltmore Village. The Biltmore hospital was new and very modern for those times. Modern as it was, however, Josie died on the operating table at the tender age of 33. Peritonitis had set in, but I'm also inclined to think she'd lost heart when Grant died. They had been married since she was 12, yes twelve!, years old. Mountain girls married young, though even that was a bit young for Josie's parents and they never were very close to Grant. Perhaps that's one reason Josie did not turn to her family for help when Grant died.

In September 2009 our family here in England and cousin Mignon Mandon, who lives in Asheville, visited the former Biltmore Hospital, which is now owned by architect Robert Griffin who has marked the original rooms with different coloured wood on the floor and is preserving the heritage of the former hospital. He showed us artifacts that he has collected and was very eager to take down Josie's story. It is, after all, these stories that make any dates and data meaningful to those who come after.

After Josie died nothing changed immediately. Lola and Sam kept working, Homer continued to be raised by Grant's sister, and Mary, Margaret and Maud remained in Balfour orphanage. Seven months later, however, Maudie got sick.

Grandma Mary and Aunt Margaret told me what happened when Maud got sick. We were all together in Aunt Lola's apartment - 94 Fabyan Place, Newark, New Jersey - and it was summer of 1965. Aunt Lola had laid down upon her bed, suffered a massive heart attack and died. Uncle Henry Denzinger had not reported it. He wasn't right in the mind. I don't know what he had, it certainly wasn't Alzheimers and he lived on until 1981, but he wasn't right. Someone reported Lola dead. Someone notified Grandma, in Georgia and Aunt Margaret, in Canada. They both met in Newark to see to Uncle Henry and to see to the estates, such as it was. We lived in Lincoln Park NJ and often visited Aunt Lola, so we were naturally there as well.

One night they told us about Maud. They said that she had gotten very ill with bilious fever. The woman who ran the orphanage, whom they described as an evil crazy woman, neglected to call the doctor but instead dosed Maud with quinine. Maud only worsened and finally the doctor was called. When he arrived he said they gave Maud enough quinine to kill a horse, and it did, indeed kill little Maudie. Grandma never got over that. I asked what happened to the bad woman and Grandma said she was put in an institution. But that was probably a tale dressed up for childish ears. Grandma did that, quite often.

In 2008 my daughter Alexandra and I went to the current location of the orphanage. Now it's is called the Presbyterian Home for Children in Black Mountain, North Carolina. When we got there the sun hadn't yet set and we went to the front door to the main building to see if we could speak to someone. The door wasn't locked so we stepped inside to see if someone was available, but clearly everything was shut and the lights were off.

We don't give up easily, however. So we walked to one of the out buildings where we could see a lot of children knowing that there would be adults there as well. Sure enough a man came out and listened while I explained that my grandmother had been in the orphanage when it was first founded and that we were interested in any information they could provide about that time. The man called out a young woman and she very kindly took us to the main building, turned on the lights and took us to their archive room.

Unfortunately the records they kept on hand stopped just short of going back to Grandma's day. There was nothing there about her or Margaret. Nothing about Maud. I didn't say anything about Maud's death - I wanted to keep it all friendly and I was glad I did because the girl gave us a tour around the place. We went into the main dining room and there we saw huge portraits of the founder and his wife, all smiles and graces. I glared at them. It was the least (really it was the least) I could do for poor little Maud. Grandma stayed in the orphanage until she was 18, going on to become one of the teachers there. When she was 18 she married Lee Ralston and left Balfour forever.

Now I am back in England. However, it's my understanding that the early records of the orphanage are archived somewhere in North Carolina. If anyone has time and fancy, perhaps they can be located and we can all find out exactly what killed Maud.

Many thanks to cousin Chandra Hartness Ozemont for the wonderful orphanage picture!

When I Was a Child

by Mary Elizabeth Postell Ralston
(probably written in 1976)

When I was a little child,
I loved my mama and I loved my dad.
But somehow they had to die,
And that left me broken-hearted and very sad.

My road has been rugged and narrow,
Full of loneliness and much sorrow.
Yet I trod along, walking among the rocks and in the sand,
Holding onto an unseen Hand.

This Hand is tender and strong,
Lets me know I have a Father,
He’s always near, and that I’m never alone.
He’s my kith and He’s my kin;
He’s my father, mother, and He’s my friend.

Along my way I met a young man.
He said, “Let me walk by your side.”
I looked up in his lovely face and took him by the hand.
My Friend said, “I will join you as man and wife.
You must travel together as long as there is life.”

On our way, we traveled through the land
Walking on rock and then in the sand.
In the process of time we met our children.
They each were lovely, tender, and sweet –
Little babes growing up around our feet.

Now they all are married and in homes of their own,
Walking, working, playing, and singing their song.
There are glad days and sad days with their bloom and their blight,
Their fullness of sunshine and sorrowful night,
All bound up in a sheaf which the unseen Hand holds tight.

He and I are almost to the end of our road,
Looking at the golden sunset,
Still carrying our load,
Still holding to his hand,
Anticipating our eternal home over in Glory Land.

My Sister Maggie and I

Once upon a time when we were young and lithe,
We wandered up the mountain streams and
Down over the hills and up the mountain sides,
Talking, laughing, and never a frown.
My sister Maggie and I.

We fished in the creek, waded in the creek,
Splashed and played in the creek.
When Mother called we hastened home in wet clothes,
Dripping hair and rosy of cheek.
My sister Maggie and I.

Our Mother would say, “My O!”
How she did fume and how she did scold!
She changed our clothes, dried our feet,
and warmed our toes.
My sister Maggie and I.

Mother set us down in a chair,
“You sit there until I say get up, do you hear?”
Yes, Mother, we heard what you said.
We became so sleepy we asked to go to bed.
My sister Maggie and I.

Our sister and our brother came by laughing, saying
“Now you girls should have a good, sound threshing!”
With a loving mama we were blessed.
She looked so sweet; we felt so dry and warmly dressed.
My sister Maggie and I.

Wonderful were our childhood days,
With our ups and downs and all our ways.
Home sweet home, with a father and a mother and a sister and a brother,
All going our various ways and loving each other.
My sister Maggie and I.

Quarling, kissing, slapping, and running,
This our home was a happy place and sometimes things were funny.
Well those days are a long-time gone,
Leaving us with our sweet memories and a melodious song.
My sister Maggie and I.


P.S. Way back in 1908 & 1909 we lived in the Nantahala Mountains of North Carolina and across the Snowbird Mountains on a creek, named Panther Creek, in Graham County. Our post office address was Japan, North Carolina (now covered by the Fontana Dam). Our dad worked at this time at the Whiting (Sawmill) Lumber Company. Pop tended the gauging of the two big steam boilers and also repaired anything needed. When we carried his hot dinner that Mother prepared for him in a tin dinner bucket, he always met us with a smile, a hug, and a kiss. He had brown eyes, dark wavy hair, was 5’11” tall, and weighed around 168 pounds. He was 42 years old.

Hope you enjoy reading this crudely written poem. It came from my heart and memories of yesterdays. Papa died in 1909, May 19, leaving mother with six children: Lula, Octavis, Mary (Mamie), Margaret (Maggie), Maudie Cecil, and John Homer Postell. Mother died two years later, July 12, 1911. We orphans never went hungry or ragged, and never lacked a roof over our heads. All are gone on to the other side except Maggie and me.

Mary P. Ralston
(probably written in May 1976)

4. Elisha Postell, Jacob Stover & Daniel Boone - by Sharone

Grave of 4th/5th Great Grandma Sarah Wells Stover - located in Shoal Creek, White County, Georgia

Here's a little bit of information about Elisha Postell, Jacob Stover & Daniel Boone

Elisha Postell was born on 15 Jan 1833 to James Postell and Artemelissa Stover. It is through Artemelissa that we are related to Daniel Boone.

Jacob Stover, 7th or 8th Great-grandfather to you (depending on who is reading this), came to Virginia from Bern, Switzerland in the early 1700s. On June 17, 1730 he was granted leave by the colonial council to take up 10,000 acres of land on the south fork of the Shenandoah, for the settlement of himself and assorted Germans and Swiss immigrants whom he proposed to bring over within the next two years. The said land were to be laid out in such tracts as he should judge fitting.

Here is some more info -
"The Blue Ridge Mountains stood as a barrier against the Virginians for four generations. Only a few young men had climbed into them. On winter nights around the fireplaces, and in summer in the dooryards while families took the breeze and watched the fireflies, they speculated on what might be there beyond the Mountains. Rumors, about Indians, game herds and rich land, were told.

Governor Spotswood organized an exploring party in the summer of 1716, to cross the Mountains and find out for sure what lay beyond. A troop of horsemen clattered out of Williamsburg that August with the 40-year-old governor at the head. They rode to the foot of the Blue Ridge and climbed it (along presen day Route 33 from Stanardsville west), contending with hornets, blackberry thickets and the late summer sun.

They reached the summit on September 5, then peered down at the grand sweep of the Valley of Virginia. John Fontaine, the expedition's chaplain, noted that "We drunk King George's health here and all the Royal Family."

Then they descended into the Valley (near present day Elkton) and camped two nights by the Shenandoah River. Once back in Williamsburg, Spotswood advertised the Valley. He gave each member of the expedition a pin, a miniature golden horseshoe engraved "Sic Juvat Transcendere Montes" (What a Pleasure It Is to Cross the Mountains). So he dramatized the Valley and created a wave of interest. Presently a few brave families dared to move there.

The very first of these families was Quaker connected. They were the Stovers or Staubers, Jacob and Sarah and their children who moved in 1727 from their farm near present-day Reading, PA. They settled in sight of Massanutten Mountain in what is now Page County. The families of Adam Miller and eight more German-speaking families from the Pennsylvania Colony either accompanied the Stovers or followed them there."

Jacob selected his grant in two tracts, of 5000 acres each, on along the river between the present Luray and Elkton, the other along the same river, higher up, between Elkton and Port Republic. The conditions upon which Stover received his grant were that he should actually locate a family of settlers upon each thousand acres within two years. These were the conditions usually imposed upon those receiving large grants of land at that time. Upon satisfactory proof that these conditions had been discharged, a permanent title was given.

He has been described as "enterprising to a fault". It seems he'd sold these tracts of land to his friends before he'd actually been granted the land by the colonial council! In the end it all worked out, but there were some scares that it would fail and one man started to take him to court. The area now is known as Rockingham Virginia.



Jacob Stover, a Mennonite by religion, married Sarah, the Quaker daughter of George Boone in 1715. Her parents (YOUR 8th/9thgreat-grandparents) were George Boone and Mary Milton Maugridge. George and Mary had Sarah and they had a son called "Squire" Boone. Squire Boone and his wife had a son named Daniel... THE Daniel Boone you may have heard about in history class.

The Stover and Boone children were reared under the influence of both religious backgrounds, for Daniel Boone, when he testified in a Caroline County court case in 1742, refused to swear on the Bible. He explained that he was not a Quaker but professed the same tenets as the Quakers; after which the court allowed him to affirm the truth of his testimony.

You can find a lot of information about Jacob Stover online. The Stover/Stauffers can be traced back to the 1400s!

Anyway, Jacob and Sarah (Daniel's aunt & uncle) went on to have a son named Abraham. Abraham begat...I mean HAD a son called Jeremiah, and HE had a son called Jacob (they liked keeping the name in the family)... and that last Jacob was Artemelissa's dad.

So Arty married James Postell and amongst their 13 children they had Elisha, our great-great(great) grandfather.

Elisha was born in Suches Georgia. Even now, Suches is a pretty isolated place. My grandmother, Mary Postell, was born in Woodygap, Suches, Georgia. Woodygap has the smallest school in America and is, even now, fairly unpopulated.

Elisha grew up to be a farmer, like his dad. He married Martha Elizabeth Lunsford in Union County, Georgia on January 15th 1855, when he was exactly 22! She was 23 and came from Buncombe County, North Carolina. Her parents were Thomas Lunsford and Louraina Dockery. Someone's written a book about the Dockerys called "The Dockerys of Dixie" but I've never read or seen it.

Elisha and Elizabeth had nine children. Their first one, Joseph Postell, was born in 1856 but died in 1861. I haven't yet found out what killed him, but there are others interested in this stuff so maybe someone will find out some time.

Their next son was James Thomas Postell - JT Postell. He gets his own story posting. Let's just say he had a very interesting life, and his son, Bill, was very close to Grant Postell and was there when Grant was murdered. But that too is another story...

When baby Joe Postell died, in 1861, Elisha and Elizabeth had another birth - this time it was twins: John Wiley and Luraina Vianna. They were followed by little Mary Elizabeth, and she was followed by the Civil war.

Now you and I know what we were taught in school about the Civil War - and we've maybe seen Gone With the Wind or Cold Mountain. But there is a huge part of that history that is left out. The fact is, not all Southerners were in favour of the war. The areas that wanted to secede were primarily the low land areas that had huge plantations, lots of slaves, and were rich upper-class gentry.

The in the Blue Ridge mountains, where east Tennessee, North Carolina and North Georgia all meet were just plain folk. Farmers with no slaves and no interest in slave holding. They were very independent and pleased that the railroad and, indeed, roads in general were finally coming to their area. Development meant that they were on the verge of joining their northern fellows in making some money through industry rather than trying to farm the hilly land. They protested that it was a "rich man's war, but a poor man's fight" and wondered why they were expected to jeopardise their lives for something that had nothing to do with them.

So the CSA (the Confederate States of America) sent Colonel Weir Boyd to drum up some business. And they passed a law making it a criminal offence not to go. So on March 4th 1862 Elisha and his brother-in-law Allen "Little" Ingram, joined the 52nd Georgia Company "G" - the Union County Allegheny Rangers.

If you look at this website: http://files.usgwarchives.org/ga/union/military/civilwar/rosters/52ndcog.txt you'll find Elisha Postell and Little Ingram on the list, showing their enlistment dates and something more. On November 14th 1862, Elisha and several companions deserted. Little Ingram stayed on, but then went absent without leave October 8-December 31, 1863. Maybe it was because his brother was killed at Baker's Creek Mississippi the previous May. Maybe it was because back home the women and children were struggling to survive and some weren't making it. In any case they could have been shot had they been found (as in some of the Cold mountain Scenes) but they went home anyway.

But it wasn't all peace and harmony, even a year after the war ended... I found this little story on the Genforum Postell site:

"John Wiley Postell was a twin to Luraine Vianna Postell. At the end of the Civil War the family was travelling with their father Elisha Postell on a retreat going from Tennessee to Georgia. The young twins were in saddle bags on a horse. It was winter time and conditions were bad. John Wiley was sick and died enroute. He was buried at the base of a tree as there was nothing else they could do at that time. The family descendants think it was on the Georgia side of Lookout Mountain but it is not known for sure and may have been on the Tennessee side."

Following the Civil War the top of Lookout Mountain became a haven for anarchy. Displaced former Confederate soldiers formed bands of resistance against the Union conquerors until 1868, when the last remaining group was dispersed. As Georgia recovered, life at the top of Lookout Mountain began to return to normal, but a large number of tourists were being attracted to the area. These tourists had heard of the mountain from the men who had served in Chattanooga. They would journey south to Chattanooga by train, then go to the livery and secure a buggy. From here it was a four-hour ride up the mountain to Whiteside Park (now Point Park). It cost $2.00 to get to the top of Lookout Mountain and return on Whiteside Pike. In addition to Point Park, the Natural Bridge and Lake Lula were popular attractions.

As for Elisha and Elizabeth they went on with their lives. They were Baptists and went to the Mt. Airy Baptist church, in Suches. Internally that church stands exactly as it did when it was built in 1867. You could go there now and sit on the very same bench Elisha sat on.

Mt. Airy Church - Suches Georgia


Elisha and Elizabeth out lived all of their sons. Joseph and John Wiley died as little boys. Grant was murdered on May 18th 1909 (Grant gets his own story too) and JT died of a heart attack in 1917. His son came along and found him just sitting all natural like in a rocking chair.

Elizabeth had died in 1904 and is buried at Red Marble Church, in Topton North Carolina. I visited there in 1990 and took pictures of all the Postell grave stone, little knowing that I would eventually find out what some of them meant to me!

Elisha lived 15 more years and even remarried! He's shown in the 1910 census as living in Calhoun Georgia with his wife Margaret!

So that's Elisha Postell. As I said, JT and Grant get their own posts because they have even more interesting stories to "tell"!

3. A Simple Postell Family Tree

PICTURED HERE: GRANT & JOSIE POSTELL and their children

1. Nicholas POSTELL - Born: 1630, Dieppe, Seine, Inferieure, France / Died: About 1680, Switzerland
Married to:
Marye BRUGNET - Born: 1634, Dieppe, Seine, Inferieure, France / Died 1700, Charlston, SC

2. Jean (The Emigrant) POSTELL - Born: 1660, Dieppe, Seine, Inferieure, France / Died: 16 Oct 1729, buried in St Phillips Cem, Charlston, South Carolina
Married to:
Madeline PEPIN - Born: 1661, Dieppe, Seine, Inferieure, France

3. Jacques (James) POSTELL - Born: 1692, Berkley, South Carolina / Died: 1756, Dorchester, South Carolina
Married to:
Judith UNKNOWN - Born: 1695, South Carolina / Died: 12 Oct 1763, St. Georges Parish, Berkley, SC

4. Francis POSTELL - Born: 1725, Berkley, South Carolina / Died: 1770, South Carolina
Married to:
Elizabeth DAVIS - Born: 1729, South Carolina / Died: 1763, South carolina

5. Francis POSTELL JR. - Born: 1760 North Carolina / Died: About 1815, Unkown location
Married to:
Margaret CHASTAIN - Born: About 1775, North Carolina / Died 1820, Unknown location

6. James Howard David POSTELL - Born: 1803, Buncombe, North Carolina / Died: 13 Feb 1863, Union County, Georgia
Married to:
Artemelissa STOVER - Born: 1814, Union County, Georgia / Died: After 1880, Union County, Georgia

7. Elisha POSTELL - Born: 15 Jan 1833, Suches, Union County, Georgia / Died: 26 Aug 1919, Calhoun, Gordon County, Georgia
Married to:
Martha Elizabeth LUNSFORD - Born: 01 Feb 1832, Buncombe, North Carolina / Died: 01 Jun 1904, Andrews, Cherokee County, North Carolina

8. THEIR CHIDREN (ALL 8 OF THEM!) The ones with stars after their names have stories!

A - Joseph POSTELL - Born 1856, Suches Georgia / Died 1861, Suches Georgia
B - James Thomas (JT) POSTELL - Born: 23 Mar 1858, Suches GA / Died: 16 Mar 1917, Fannin Co. GA**
C - John Wiley POSTELL - Born: 24 Dec 1861, Suches, Georgia / Died: Dec 1866 on Lookout Mountain**
D - Luraina Vianna POSTELL - Born: 24 Dec 1861, Suches, Georgia / Died: 22 Nov 1958, De Kalb, Alabama
E - Mary Elizabeth POSTELL - Born: 30 Sep 1863, Suches, Georgia / Died:26 Apr 1956, Union, Georgia
F - Andrew Sherman POSTELL - Born: 1867, Suches Georgia / Died: 1895, Fannin County, Georgia
G - Ulysses Grant POSTELL - Born: 15 Mar 1868, Suches, Georgia / Died:18 May 1909, Graham Co. NC **
H - Margaret Emalassie POSTELL - Born: 1871, Suches Georgia
I - Tabitha Drucilla POSTELL - Born: 13 Nov 1874, Suches, Georgia / Died: 04 May 1961, Dahlonega, GA


8G. Ulysses Grant POSTELL - Born: 15 Mar 1868, Suches, Georgia / Died: SHOT DEAD by ERVE & LONNIE GREEN - 18 May 1909, "Panther Creek" Graham Co. NC
Married To:
Josephine Minerva ROBINSON - Born: 28 Oct 1877, Yahoola Valley, Suches, Georgia / Died: Jul 1911, Cherokee County, NC

9. THEIR 6 CHILDREN:

A - Frances Lola Viana POSTELL (16 Aug 1892 - 1965) - No Children
B - James Samuel Octavius POSTELL (04 Apr 1897 - May 1968) - 2 Sons, 1 Daughter
C - Mary Irene Elizabeth POSTELL (08 Aug 1899 - 08 Nov 1979) - 2 Sons, 6 Daughters
D - Margaret Ella Jane POSTELL (06 Aug 1902 - After 1965) - Unknown, moved to Canada
E - Maude Cecil POSTELL (13 Jun 1905 - 19 Jan 1912) - Died Young
F - John Homer POSTELL (01 Apr 1908 - 1964) -No Children