Hiram “Hi” Tackitt

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Hiram “Hi” Tackitt Veteran

Birth
Pike County, Kentucky, USA
Death
12 Mar 1906 (aged 70)
Pike County, Kentucky, USA
Burial
Pike County, Kentucky, USA Add to Map
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1st. Wife--Elizabeth Newsome Tackitt

2nd Wife--Nancy Damron Tackett

Civil War Veteran

Father Of David

Son of George Washington and Hannah
(Osborne) Tackitt
The spelling of Tackitt is spelled Tackett in later generations.

Hiram was a carpenter by trade. He married Elizabeth Newsome Jan.9,1851 in Pike County Kentucky. She was the daughter of Henry Newsome and Martha Branham. Hiram and Elizabeth had 7 children.

Hiram married Nancy Damron Dec.18,1878 in Pike County Kentucky. She was the daughter of Spurlock Damron and Miranda Roberts. Hiram and Nancy had 8 children.

~~~~The Gentle Breeze~~~~

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not here,I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of a quiet bird in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.

~~~~ By David Kellems ~~~~~
1st. Wife--Elizabeth Newsome Tackitt

2nd Wife--Nancy Damron Tackett

Civil War Veteran

Father Of David

Son of George Washington and Hannah
(Osborne) Tackitt
The spelling of Tackitt is spelled Tackett in later generations.

Hiram was a carpenter by trade. He married Elizabeth Newsome Jan.9,1851 in Pike County Kentucky. She was the daughter of Henry Newsome and Martha Branham. Hiram and Elizabeth had 7 children.

Hiram married Nancy Damron Dec.18,1878 in Pike County Kentucky. She was the daughter of Spurlock Damron and Miranda Roberts. Hiram and Nancy had 8 children.

~~~~The Gentle Breeze~~~~

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not here,I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of a quiet bird in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.

~~~~ By David Kellems ~~~~~