When George R Sr Yarbrough was born on August 25, 1795, in North Carolina, his father, William, was 37 and his mother, Bathsheba, was 37. He married Lucretia Anne Lula Stokes on June 10, 1814. They had six children in 16 years. He died on August 3, 1848, in Sedalia, Kentucky, at the age of 52, and was buried in Graves County, Kentucky.

George Yarbrough was born in North Carolina, and died August 03, 1848 in Sedalia, Graves Co., Ky...He married Lucretia Stokes, daughter of Edmond Stokes. Other think that her father is Abner Stokes which was in Stewart census... at the same time, George Yarbrough and Lucertia Strokes were in Stewart County Tennessee. The family left in 1832 by census. .

my family

George Sr Yarbrough (1795 - 1848)
3rd great-grandfather

James Milton Sr Yarbrough (1816 - 1886)
son of George Sr Yarbrough

James Polk Knox Sr Yarbrough (1844 - 1917)
son of James Milton Sr Yarbrough

William James Yarbrough (1868 - 1948)
son of James Polk Knox Sr Yarbrough

Samuel Monroe Yarbrough paternal father (1917 - 1990)
my father
son of William James Yarbrough

Myra Kathryn Yarbrough my connection

You are the daughter of Samuel Monroe Yarbrough paternal father

Kentucky
The story has been told that when George Yarbrough and his
son, George R. Yarbrough, died, they were buried in the family garden..
That is when Yarbrough Cemetery was started. Robert Louis Sims told, that his grandmother, Virginia Belinda Yarbrough, told him, that George and George R. Yarbrough both died of that "bad disease". We haven't
Figured out just what that disease was. There is some garlic that grows around the edges of Yarbrough Cemetery that is said to have started and spread from the garlic that Lucretia grew in her garden.

Thanks to Max Hill and The Adair Family
George is my direct-line to my father Samuel Monroe Yarbrough.. my line his father.

1.William James Yarbrough abt 1760 in North Carolina and married to Bathsheba..

n every room of our time together there is a box,
Of memories we shared,
Now is the time to pack away,
With sadness and with care.

The first is a simple smile,
Whenever I thought of you,
Neatly folded into four,
It's the best that I could do.

Next are all the memories,
Of the times when we were two,
Wrapped with love one by one,
Sealed with tears as glue.

And then there are the butterflies,
I had when you were near,
Now in a cage of sadness,
And locked up with a tear.