Levi Howard Flynn married Mary Margaret (Sparks) on 20 Sep 1888 at her father's home at Sand Springs in Jackson Co., KY. He was the oldest son of Levi Stephen Flynn, 1802or7 - 1884, by his third wife Manerva (Hymer), 1837-1915. She was the daughter of John G. Sparks, 1826-1903, and Mary Jane (Murphy).
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Family story told by his oldest son, Robert Clay Flynn, and written down by his grandson Robert Charles Flynn:
In 1889, Levi Howard Flynn had bought a farm at Big Springs on Barnes Mountain in Estill Co., KY but his deed specified that he couldn't take possession of it until 1 Jan 1890. However, his wife was in a late stage of pregnancy with their first child when they started, in late December 1889, in a wagon loaded with all their possessions going up the Jones Branch road that led up to Barnes Mountain. Because of the deed restriction on the occupancy of the new farm, Levi had to stop along the side of the Jones Branch road and build a hut for them to occupy temporarily. However, on 21 December 1889, their first child, Robert Clay Flynn, was born there.
Levi and his family spent about 12 years on that farm. On 7 April 1933, his son, Robert Clay Flynn, wrote a story about his memories of growing up on that farm:
I am thinking today of that part of my life when I was a little bare-foot boy in an old Kentucky home, in the hills of Estill County, Kentucky, during the last decade of the nineteenth century. I can see myself playing with my sister in the shade of an old, sweet-apple tree, which stood in the door-yard. We did not drink from the "moss-covered bucket", as did Wordsworth, but carried water from a cool, limestone cavern at the foot of the mountain. We drove the cows from the pasture; we fed the calves, the lambs, and the pigs. We gathered the apples from the orchard, the flowers from the meadow, and the nuts from the forest.
Our home being near the old, log school-house, made possible an early start in my educational training, which began when I was only four years old. Mr. Reed, the teacher, was a neighbor and friend to my father, and the pastor of the local church. It was at the church, on a bright Sunday morning in September {1894}, that he patted me on the head and suggested to my father that "Robert" should start to school on the following Monday, and, since he must pass by our home on his way to and from school, he would be glad to take me along with him. Father and mother discussed the proposition on Sunday evening, and agreed that I should be ready on the following morning with my new book, McGuffy's First Reader, in which I had already begun to read, and my new dinner-pail and a bottle of milk, and be waiting at the front gate for Mr. Reed. That was a proud day in my life, and I enjoyed it so much that I was glad when it was decided that I could go every day, which I did for the brief term of five months. Thereafter, until I was twelve years old, I did not miss one day of the regular school terms.
During the time between school terms, I had many interesting things to do and many more to amuse me. My introduction to the farm work in the fields was made interesting by the fact that I was permitted to ride the work-horses to and from the fields. I soon learned to harness the horses to the plows. I carried the water from "the cave" to the field-hands and helped to cut the stalks, which was then done by hand, and, occasionally, I was permitted to ride upon the plow and hold the lines.
Now and then it would rain and stop the field-work for a few days, and then it was that squirrel-hunting was in order. A forest of large oaks, hickories, poplars, walnuts, and buckeyes was near our home, with mulberry trees around the edges of the fields, and the squirrels were there in abundance. Of course, I was too small to carry a gun and shoot squirrels but I was always glad to go along with father or uncle. They used me for their "squirrel-dog" for, when the shy, little squirrel would hide on the opposite side of the tree, I would go around on that side and "bark" or shake a bush and the little fellow would inadvertently move around to the firing line.
As I write of these little incidents of my childhood, hundreds of other pleasant ones crowd into my memory but, the lack of time prevents a detailed discussion of them at this time. That which I have written will serve as an introduction to the first twelve years of my life.
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Family story told by his oldest son, Robert Clay Flynn, and written down by his grandson Robert Charles Flynn:
In 1889, Levi Howard Flynn had bought a farm at Big Springs on Barnes Mountain in Estill Co., KY but his deed specified that he couldn't take possession of it until 1 Jan 1890. However, his wife was in a late stage of pregnancy with their first child when they started, in late December 1889, in a wagon loaded with all their possessions going up the Jones Branch road that led up to Barnes Mountain. Because of the deed restriction on the occupancy of the new farm, Levi had to stop along the side of the Jones Branch road and build a hut for them to occupy temporarily. However, on 21 December 1889, their first child, Robert Clay Flynn, was born there.
Levi and his family spent about 12 years on that farm. On 7 April 1933, his son, Robert Clay Flynn, wrote a story about his memories of growing up on that farm:
I am thinking today of that part of my life when I was a little bare-foot boy in an old Kentucky home, in the hills of Estill County, Kentucky, during the last decade of the nineteenth century. I can see myself playing with my sister in the shade of an old, sweet-apple tree, which stood in the door-yard. We did not drink from the "moss-covered bucket", as did Wordsworth, but carried water from a cool, limestone cavern at the foot of the mountain. We drove the cows from the pasture; we fed the calves, the lambs, and the pigs. We gathered the apples from the orchard, the flowers from the meadow, and the nuts from the forest.
Our home being near the old, log school-house, made possible an early start in my educational training, which began when I was only four years old. Mr. Reed, the teacher, was a neighbor and friend to my father, and the pastor of the local church. It was at the church, on a bright Sunday morning in September {1894}, that he patted me on the head and suggested to my father that "Robert" should start to school on the following Monday, and, since he must pass by our home on his way to and from school, he would be glad to take me along with him. Father and mother discussed the proposition on Sunday evening, and agreed that I should be ready on the following morning with my new book, McGuffy's First Reader, in which I had already begun to read, and my new dinner-pail and a bottle of milk, and be waiting at the front gate for Mr. Reed. That was a proud day in my life, and I enjoyed it so much that I was glad when it was decided that I could go every day, which I did for the brief term of five months. Thereafter, until I was twelve years old, I did not miss one day of the regular school terms.
During the time between school terms, I had many interesting things to do and many more to amuse me. My introduction to the farm work in the fields was made interesting by the fact that I was permitted to ride the work-horses to and from the fields. I soon learned to harness the horses to the plows. I carried the water from "the cave" to the field-hands and helped to cut the stalks, which was then done by hand, and, occasionally, I was permitted to ride upon the plow and hold the lines.
Now and then it would rain and stop the field-work for a few days, and then it was that squirrel-hunting was in order. A forest of large oaks, hickories, poplars, walnuts, and buckeyes was near our home, with mulberry trees around the edges of the fields, and the squirrels were there in abundance. Of course, I was too small to carry a gun and shoot squirrels but I was always glad to go along with father or uncle. They used me for their "squirrel-dog" for, when the shy, little squirrel would hide on the opposite side of the tree, I would go around on that side and "bark" or shake a bush and the little fellow would inadvertently move around to the firing line.
As I write of these little incidents of my childhood, hundreds of other pleasant ones crowd into my memory but, the lack of time prevents a detailed discussion of them at this time. That which I have written will serve as an introduction to the first twelve years of my life.
Levi Howard Flynn married Mary Margaret (Sparks) on 20 Sep 1888 at her father's home at Sand Springs in Jackson Co., KY. He was the oldest son of Levi Stephen Flynn, 1802or7 - 1884, by his third wife Manerva (Hymer), 1837-1915. She was the daughter of John G. Sparks, 1826-1903, and Mary Jane (Murphy).
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Family story told by his oldest son, Robert Clay Flynn, and written down by his grandson Robert Charles Flynn:
In 1889, Levi Howard Flynn had bought a farm at Big Springs on Barnes Mountain in Estill Co., KY but his deed specified that he couldn't take possession of it until 1 Jan 1890. However, his wife was in a late stage of pregnancy with their first child when they started, in late December 1889, in a wagon loaded with all their possessions going up the Jones Branch road that led up to Barnes Mountain. Because of the deed restriction on the occupancy of the new farm, Levi had to stop along the side of the Jones Branch road and build a hut for them to occupy temporarily. However, on 21 December 1889, their first child, Robert Clay Flynn, was born there.
Levi and his family spent about 12 years on that farm. On 7 April 1933, his son, Robert Clay Flynn, wrote a story about his memories of growing up on that farm:
I am thinking today of that part of my life when I was a little bare-foot boy in an old Kentucky home, in the hills of Estill County, Kentucky, during the last decade of the nineteenth century. I can see myself playing with my sister in the shade of an old, sweet-apple tree, which stood in the door-yard. We did not drink from the "moss-covered bucket", as did Wordsworth, but carried water from a cool, limestone cavern at the foot of the mountain. We drove the cows from the pasture; we fed the calves, the lambs, and the pigs. We gathered the apples from the orchard, the flowers from the meadow, and the nuts from the forest.
Our home being near the old, log school-house, made possible an early start in my educational training, which began when I was only four years old. Mr. Reed, the teacher, was a neighbor and friend to my father, and the pastor of the local church. It was at the church, on a bright Sunday morning in September {1894}, that he patted me on the head and suggested to my father that "Robert" should start to school on the following Monday, and, since he must pass by our home on his way to and from school, he would be glad to take me along with him. Father and mother discussed the proposition on Sunday evening, and agreed that I should be ready on the following morning with my new book, McGuffy's First Reader, in which I had already begun to read, and my new dinner-pail and a bottle of milk, and be waiting at the front gate for Mr. Reed. That was a proud day in my life, and I enjoyed it so much that I was glad when it was decided that I could go every day, which I did for the brief term of five months. Thereafter, until I was twelve years old, I did not miss one day of the regular school terms.
During the time between school terms, I had many interesting things to do and many more to amuse me. My introduction to the farm work in the fields was made interesting by the fact that I was permitted to ride the work-horses to and from the fields. I soon learned to harness the horses to the plows. I carried the water from "the cave" to the field-hands and helped to cut the stalks, which was then done by hand, and, occasionally, I was permitted to ride upon the plow and hold the lines.
Now and then it would rain and stop the field-work for a few days, and then it was that squirrel-hunting was in order. A forest of large oaks, hickories, poplars, walnuts, and buckeyes was near our home, with mulberry trees around the edges of the fields, and the squirrels were there in abundance. Of course, I was too small to carry a gun and shoot squirrels but I was always glad to go along with father or uncle. They used me for their "squirrel-dog" for, when the shy, little squirrel would hide on the opposite side of the tree, I would go around on that side and "bark" or shake a bush and the little fellow would inadvertently move around to the firing line.
As I write of these little incidents of my childhood, hundreds of other pleasant ones crowd into my memory but, the lack of time prevents a detailed discussion of them at this time. That which I have written will serve as an introduction to the first twelve years of my life.
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Family story told by his oldest son, Robert Clay Flynn, and written down by his grandson Robert Charles Flynn:
In 1889, Levi Howard Flynn had bought a farm at Big Springs on Barnes Mountain in Estill Co., KY but his deed specified that he couldn't take possession of it until 1 Jan 1890. However, his wife was in a late stage of pregnancy with their first child when they started, in late December 1889, in a wagon loaded with all their possessions going up the Jones Branch road that led up to Barnes Mountain. Because of the deed restriction on the occupancy of the new farm, Levi had to stop along the side of the Jones Branch road and build a hut for them to occupy temporarily. However, on 21 December 1889, their first child, Robert Clay Flynn, was born there.
Levi and his family spent about 12 years on that farm. On 7 April 1933, his son, Robert Clay Flynn, wrote a story about his memories of growing up on that farm:
I am thinking today of that part of my life when I was a little bare-foot boy in an old Kentucky home, in the hills of Estill County, Kentucky, during the last decade of the nineteenth century. I can see myself playing with my sister in the shade of an old, sweet-apple tree, which stood in the door-yard. We did not drink from the "moss-covered bucket", as did Wordsworth, but carried water from a cool, limestone cavern at the foot of the mountain. We drove the cows from the pasture; we fed the calves, the lambs, and the pigs. We gathered the apples from the orchard, the flowers from the meadow, and the nuts from the forest.
Our home being near the old, log school-house, made possible an early start in my educational training, which began when I was only four years old. Mr. Reed, the teacher, was a neighbor and friend to my father, and the pastor of the local church. It was at the church, on a bright Sunday morning in September {1894}, that he patted me on the head and suggested to my father that "Robert" should start to school on the following Monday, and, since he must pass by our home on his way to and from school, he would be glad to take me along with him. Father and mother discussed the proposition on Sunday evening, and agreed that I should be ready on the following morning with my new book, McGuffy's First Reader, in which I had already begun to read, and my new dinner-pail and a bottle of milk, and be waiting at the front gate for Mr. Reed. That was a proud day in my life, and I enjoyed it so much that I was glad when it was decided that I could go every day, which I did for the brief term of five months. Thereafter, until I was twelve years old, I did not miss one day of the regular school terms.
During the time between school terms, I had many interesting things to do and many more to amuse me. My introduction to the farm work in the fields was made interesting by the fact that I was permitted to ride the work-horses to and from the fields. I soon learned to harness the horses to the plows. I carried the water from "the cave" to the field-hands and helped to cut the stalks, which was then done by hand, and, occasionally, I was permitted to ride upon the plow and hold the lines.
Now and then it would rain and stop the field-work for a few days, and then it was that squirrel-hunting was in order. A forest of large oaks, hickories, poplars, walnuts, and buckeyes was near our home, with mulberry trees around the edges of the fields, and the squirrels were there in abundance. Of course, I was too small to carry a gun and shoot squirrels but I was always glad to go along with father or uncle. They used me for their "squirrel-dog" for, when the shy, little squirrel would hide on the opposite side of the tree, I would go around on that side and "bark" or shake a bush and the little fellow would inadvertently move around to the firing line.
As I write of these little incidents of my childhood, hundreds of other pleasant ones crowd into my memory but, the lack of time prevents a detailed discussion of them at this time. That which I have written will serve as an introduction to the first twelve years of my life.
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Rev Robert Clay "RC" Flynn
1889–1977
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Lena Jane "Lena" Flynn Sanders
1891–1983
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Millard Allen Flynn
1892–1969
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Anna Mae Flynn Williams
1894–1918
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Ida Belle Flynn Williams
1897–1985
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Agnes Carrie "Carrie" Flynn
1899–1917
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Maude Flynn Estes
1901–1985
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Bessie Flynn Osborne
1904–1974
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Rollins Burnam "RB" Flynn
1906–1976
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Lucille Flynn Yates
1908–1989
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