Polly Ann, (her birth name was Mary Ann) born July 17, 1842, died July 18, 1917; was the first born to William Bowen (1822 –1906) and Rebecca Hazel Bowen (born Nov 22, 1823 - died Mar. 1, 1895) both William and Rebecca were born in Monroe County, IN. They had a farm that was located 3 miles west of Harrodsburg and they lived there until there death. They are buried at the Walkers Chapel Cemetery in Kirksville, IN. The grave is to the right just after you enter the cemetery; the headstone is tall and white... Rebecca's mother, Frankie Ann Wright Bowen, lived with them for years. William told a great many jokes and big yarns about hunting. He was known by everyone as Uncle Billy and greatly loved.
Polly Ann & Andrew were married September 4, 1864 in Monroe County, IN.
Four children were born to Andrew and Polly Ann Graves. Three of them survived their parents, and lived in the neighborhood where the Graves people had lived the proceding ninety-five years. Strickland Graves died at age one year, two months & 12 days.
Son William B. Graves (1865 –1932) was commonly called Billy. He owned his own farm and lived such a life as commanded the respect of his neighbors, as did his father before him. Daughter Rebecca E Snow (1869-1938)married John J. Snow (1865-1955) , a farmer, and a good all-around citizen. They, too, were located not far from the old homestead of the elder Graves. They are good livers, and a credit to any church and community. Daughter Susan "Graves" Floyd (1876-1950) , who is familiarly known as Sudie, married Henry Floyd (1869-1958), a grandson of a pioneer Christian preacher of Greene County. They are farmer folk and as such did make good for time and eternity.
Taken from a book on the descendants of Tobias Long :
Andrew Graves married Polly Ann Bowen. He was fortunate to get such a helpmate. Her faith and good works were as simple and childlike as was that of her husband. An incident in her life suggests her entire life of good works. The writer and his father, the Reverend Martin C. Faulk, visited Polly Ann one day when she was supposed to be on her deathbed. We (John D. Faulk, author of the book, his father Martin C. Faulk) talked of many things and after a time she said to her husband, "Andy, there are some peach seeds in a can on the porch, and I want you to plant them now. The sign is right and the moon is right and now is the time to plant them." Andy did not go at once but continued to talk.
Again, she called his attention to the planting. When he had gone to plant them, my father said to her, "Why are you so anxious about the seeds being planted? You will never live, even if you got up now, to eat any of the fruit." Quickly she replied, "I know that, Martin, as well as you do, but even if I never eat of the fruit, those who live after me will eat of it and maybe they will think of me. And if they don't, I'll get my enjoyment out of the fact that I did something for somebody while I lived." She was the ideal of a life combined with faith and good works.
Polly Ann & Andrew were married September 4, 1864 in Monroe County, IN.
Four children were born to Andrew and Polly Ann Graves. Three of them survived their parents, and lived in the neighborhood where the Graves people had lived the proceding ninety-five years. Strickland Graves died at age one year, two months & 12 days.
Son William B. Graves (1865 –1932) was commonly called Billy. He owned his own farm and lived such a life as commanded the respect of his neighbors, as did his father before him. Daughter Rebecca E Snow (1869-1938)married John J. Snow (1865-1955) , a farmer, and a good all-around citizen. They, too, were located not far from the old homestead of the elder Graves. They are good livers, and a credit to any church and community. Daughter Susan "Graves" Floyd (1876-1950) , who is familiarly known as Sudie, married Henry Floyd (1869-1958), a grandson of a pioneer Christian preacher of Greene County. They are farmer folk and as such did make good for time and eternity.
Taken from a book on the descendants of Tobias Long :
Andrew Graves married Polly Ann Bowen. He was fortunate to get such a helpmate. Her faith and good works were as simple and childlike as was that of her husband. An incident in her life suggests her entire life of good works. The writer and his father, the Reverend Martin C. Faulk, visited Polly Ann one day when she was supposed to be on her deathbed. We (John D. Faulk, author of the book, his father Martin C. Faulk) talked of many things and after a time she said to her husband, "Andy, there are some peach seeds in a can on the porch, and I want you to plant them now. The sign is right and the moon is right and now is the time to plant them." Andy did not go at once but continued to talk.
Again, she called his attention to the planting. When he had gone to plant them, my father said to her, "Why are you so anxious about the seeds being planted? You will never live, even if you got up now, to eat any of the fruit." Quickly she replied, "I know that, Martin, as well as you do, but even if I never eat of the fruit, those who live after me will eat of it and maybe they will think of me. And if they don't, I'll get my enjoyment out of the fact that I did something for somebody while I lived." She was the ideal of a life combined with faith and good works.
Polly Ann, (her birth name was Mary Ann) born July 17, 1842, died July 18, 1917; was the first born to William Bowen (1822 –1906) and Rebecca Hazel Bowen (born Nov 22, 1823 - died Mar. 1, 1895) both William and Rebecca were born in Monroe County, IN. They had a farm that was located 3 miles west of Harrodsburg and they lived there until there death. They are buried at the Walkers Chapel Cemetery in Kirksville, IN. The grave is to the right just after you enter the cemetery; the headstone is tall and white... Rebecca's mother, Frankie Ann Wright Bowen, lived with them for years. William told a great many jokes and big yarns about hunting. He was known by everyone as Uncle Billy and greatly loved.
Polly Ann & Andrew were married September 4, 1864 in Monroe County, IN.
Four children were born to Andrew and Polly Ann Graves. Three of them survived their parents, and lived in the neighborhood where the Graves people had lived the proceding ninety-five years. Strickland Graves died at age one year, two months & 12 days.
Son William B. Graves (1865 –1932) was commonly called Billy. He owned his own farm and lived such a life as commanded the respect of his neighbors, as did his father before him. Daughter Rebecca E Snow (1869-1938)married John J. Snow (1865-1955) , a farmer, and a good all-around citizen. They, too, were located not far from the old homestead of the elder Graves. They are good livers, and a credit to any church and community. Daughter Susan "Graves" Floyd (1876-1950) , who is familiarly known as Sudie, married Henry Floyd (1869-1958), a grandson of a pioneer Christian preacher of Greene County. They are farmer folk and as such did make good for time and eternity.
Taken from a book on the descendants of Tobias Long :
Andrew Graves married Polly Ann Bowen. He was fortunate to get such a helpmate. Her faith and good works were as simple and childlike as was that of her husband. An incident in her life suggests her entire life of good works. The writer and his father, the Reverend Martin C. Faulk, visited Polly Ann one day when she was supposed to be on her deathbed. We (John D. Faulk, author of the book, his father Martin C. Faulk) talked of many things and after a time she said to her husband, "Andy, there are some peach seeds in a can on the porch, and I want you to plant them now. The sign is right and the moon is right and now is the time to plant them." Andy did not go at once but continued to talk.
Again, she called his attention to the planting. When he had gone to plant them, my father said to her, "Why are you so anxious about the seeds being planted? You will never live, even if you got up now, to eat any of the fruit." Quickly she replied, "I know that, Martin, as well as you do, but even if I never eat of the fruit, those who live after me will eat of it and maybe they will think of me. And if they don't, I'll get my enjoyment out of the fact that I did something for somebody while I lived." She was the ideal of a life combined with faith and good works.
Polly Ann & Andrew were married September 4, 1864 in Monroe County, IN.
Four children were born to Andrew and Polly Ann Graves. Three of them survived their parents, and lived in the neighborhood where the Graves people had lived the proceding ninety-five years. Strickland Graves died at age one year, two months & 12 days.
Son William B. Graves (1865 –1932) was commonly called Billy. He owned his own farm and lived such a life as commanded the respect of his neighbors, as did his father before him. Daughter Rebecca E Snow (1869-1938)married John J. Snow (1865-1955) , a farmer, and a good all-around citizen. They, too, were located not far from the old homestead of the elder Graves. They are good livers, and a credit to any church and community. Daughter Susan "Graves" Floyd (1876-1950) , who is familiarly known as Sudie, married Henry Floyd (1869-1958), a grandson of a pioneer Christian preacher of Greene County. They are farmer folk and as such did make good for time and eternity.
Taken from a book on the descendants of Tobias Long :
Andrew Graves married Polly Ann Bowen. He was fortunate to get such a helpmate. Her faith and good works were as simple and childlike as was that of her husband. An incident in her life suggests her entire life of good works. The writer and his father, the Reverend Martin C. Faulk, visited Polly Ann one day when she was supposed to be on her deathbed. We (John D. Faulk, author of the book, his father Martin C. Faulk) talked of many things and after a time she said to her husband, "Andy, there are some peach seeds in a can on the porch, and I want you to plant them now. The sign is right and the moon is right and now is the time to plant them." Andy did not go at once but continued to talk.
Again, she called his attention to the planting. When he had gone to plant them, my father said to her, "Why are you so anxious about the seeds being planted? You will never live, even if you got up now, to eat any of the fruit." Quickly she replied, "I know that, Martin, as well as you do, but even if I never eat of the fruit, those who live after me will eat of it and maybe they will think of me. And if they don't, I'll get my enjoyment out of the fact that I did something for somebody while I lived." She was the ideal of a life combined with faith and good works.
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Name at birth was Mary, but, she was always called Polly Ann.
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