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Margaret Elizabeth Eaton Hilliard

Birth
Virginia, USA
Death
1886 (aged 36–37)
Virginia, USA
Burial
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Charles Robert Hilliard's second wife (of five), married 24 Oct 1872 in Rockingham County, VA.

Daughter of Thomas and Amanda Shifflett Eaton.

Family tradition states that she was the victim of a bad "witch". Roughly remembered, the story goes something like this…

One day, Margaret was visited by a woman. There may have been an argument, and I seem to recall something about an accusation of making the milk cow's milk sour… no doubt, an earlier spell. The woman apparently took my great-great grandmother's tobacco pouch (personal items were believed to work especially well when wanting to cast a harmful spell on someone else) and cast a spell on said pouch. Great-great grandmother become deathly ill, and was visited by a doctor. In turn, the doctor pronounced, something to the effect, "I know who did this" and that he would make sure the "witch was in hell by morning". Both Margaret and the witch died… or at least so the story goes.
Charles Robert Hilliard's second wife (of five), married 24 Oct 1872 in Rockingham County, VA.

Daughter of Thomas and Amanda Shifflett Eaton.

Family tradition states that she was the victim of a bad "witch". Roughly remembered, the story goes something like this…

One day, Margaret was visited by a woman. There may have been an argument, and I seem to recall something about an accusation of making the milk cow's milk sour… no doubt, an earlier spell. The woman apparently took my great-great grandmother's tobacco pouch (personal items were believed to work especially well when wanting to cast a harmful spell on someone else) and cast a spell on said pouch. Great-great grandmother become deathly ill, and was visited by a doctor. In turn, the doctor pronounced, something to the effect, "I know who did this" and that he would make sure the "witch was in hell by morning". Both Margaret and the witch died… or at least so the story goes.


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