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Thomas Marcellus Kilby

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Thomas Marcellus Kilby Veteran

Birth
Culpeper County, Virginia, USA
Death
4 Jul 1923 (aged 82)
Pattonville, St. Louis County, Missouri, USA
Burial
Bridgeton, St. Louis County, Missouri, USA GPS-Latitude: 38.7321399, Longitude: -90.4066432
Plot
Block 5 Lot 29
Memorial ID
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☆~ VETERAN, CIVIL WAR (1861-1865) ~☆

T. M. Kilby was the eldest son of James and Margaret (Hudson) Kilby of Culpeper County, Virginia.

He enlisted in the Confederate Army at Woodville on May 1, 1861, in Company G, Kemper's Brigade, Pickett's Division, 7th Virginia Infantry.

He was present at the first Battle of Bull Run, was grazed across the stomach by a bullet at the Battle of Seven Pines, and miraculously survived Pickett's charge at Gettysburg.

He was captured at Harper's Farm on Saylor's Creek during Lee's retreat on Apr 6, 1865, and force-marched to the notorious Point Lookout prison camp in Maryland. He signed the oath of allegiance there on Jun 25, 1865, which described him as of light complexion, light brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 6 1/2 inches tall.

By 1873, he and his brother James P. Kilby had moved to St. Louis County, Missouri, and are found on membership records of Fee Fee Baptist Church in Pattonville.

He married Darthula Blackwell, daughter of Samuel J. Blackwell and Mary Isham at Mizpah Presbyterian Church on Dec 3, 1876. They lived in a rented two story brick house on McKelvey Road, and later bought their own farm on St. Charles Rock Road. Today, neither home still stands.

My father was raised in their household, where he lived with his parents. My father recalls that "I never got too close to grandpa. I was afraid he'd smack me with his crutch." And though a devout Baptist and Deacon at Fee Fee Church, the customary whiskey for the hired help at thrashing times had to be carefully hidden away for fear he'd drink it all up.

One person he adored was his daughter-in-law, Nell. This made up for her frosty relationship with Darthula. He was known to get up at the crack of dawn, wake everybody up and get them going, and then go back to bed. On the morning of Jul 4, 1923, this did not happen. My grandmother went in to check on him. He was sitting straight up in bed and told her "Nell, I think I'm gonna die." She just laughed and said, "Oh, grandpa! Don't tease me so!" And he promptly keeled over dead. Just like that! --- so I was told by my father.
☆~ VETERAN, CIVIL WAR (1861-1865) ~☆

T. M. Kilby was the eldest son of James and Margaret (Hudson) Kilby of Culpeper County, Virginia.

He enlisted in the Confederate Army at Woodville on May 1, 1861, in Company G, Kemper's Brigade, Pickett's Division, 7th Virginia Infantry.

He was present at the first Battle of Bull Run, was grazed across the stomach by a bullet at the Battle of Seven Pines, and miraculously survived Pickett's charge at Gettysburg.

He was captured at Harper's Farm on Saylor's Creek during Lee's retreat on Apr 6, 1865, and force-marched to the notorious Point Lookout prison camp in Maryland. He signed the oath of allegiance there on Jun 25, 1865, which described him as of light complexion, light brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 6 1/2 inches tall.

By 1873, he and his brother James P. Kilby had moved to St. Louis County, Missouri, and are found on membership records of Fee Fee Baptist Church in Pattonville.

He married Darthula Blackwell, daughter of Samuel J. Blackwell and Mary Isham at Mizpah Presbyterian Church on Dec 3, 1876. They lived in a rented two story brick house on McKelvey Road, and later bought their own farm on St. Charles Rock Road. Today, neither home still stands.

My father was raised in their household, where he lived with his parents. My father recalls that "I never got too close to grandpa. I was afraid he'd smack me with his crutch." And though a devout Baptist and Deacon at Fee Fee Church, the customary whiskey for the hired help at thrashing times had to be carefully hidden away for fear he'd drink it all up.

One person he adored was his daughter-in-law, Nell. This made up for her frosty relationship with Darthula. He was known to get up at the crack of dawn, wake everybody up and get them going, and then go back to bed. On the morning of Jul 4, 1923, this did not happen. My grandmother went in to check on him. He was sitting straight up in bed and told her "Nell, I think I'm gonna die." She just laughed and said, "Oh, grandpa! Don't tease me so!" And he promptly keeled over dead. Just like that! --- so I was told by my father.

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