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51 Surname spelled "Hon" in 1850 Census: Clark County. Hann Elizabeth
52 Surname spelled "Hon" in 1850 Census: Clark County. Hann Elizabeth
53 Surname also spelled "Hon" in 1850 Clark County Census. Hann George
54 Not sure if this is accurate; if James Webster was married to a Maude Harry; don't know who she is Harry Maude Elam
55 is he related to James Hendrickson, husband of Belinda Dunn? Hendrickson John T
56 or was it Henry William? Hibarger Henry
57 was president of Wichita Business College (or maybe this note is supposed to apply to William Walter?) Hibarger Lottie May
58 was secretary and general manager of Wichita Acetylene Co.  Hibarger Oscar Clarence
59 Emigrated to Adeline, KS in 1842 from Alleghany County, MD Jacobs Enos
60 Never married Jacobs Flaveaous Josephus
61 He died after having been kicked by a horse Jacobs John Edward
62 1842: Emigrated from Alleghany Cty, MD to Adeline, IL Jacobs Lovena Angeline
63 had four children Kilpatrick Carol
64 Not a Morrow, but lived in a Morrow household Latrumcy Augustus H.
65 lived in Pittsylvania County, VA; moved to NC, Franklin County, VA, Lincoln County KY (one year), Shelby KY, (Ripley IN)

1840 Census: Sarah Christie was living with Israel in Shelby County, KY, drawing a pension 
Lemon or Lemen Sarah
66 Was twin to Ross Marshall Frank, Jr.
67 Might be Nancy Morrow; not sure -- aunt meda's notes said nancy is a morrow, not a marshall. jacyntha and marshall had only eva and twins frank and ross / ross died young of polio.  Marshall Nancy
68 she died at age 16 Marshall Nancy
69 Twin with Frank.
Crippled by polio and died as a boy 
Marshall Ross
70 Spelled Zeralda, Sunilda, Serelda (?) on various Census records.  Marshall Zeralda Cerilda
71 Civil War Draft Registration Records:
August 14, 1863

2nd Congressional District of Indiana
page 227
William Marshall, age 35, laborer, Married, born: Indiana,
former military service: 38th Indiana 
Marshall Marshell William
72 His memoir says his parents are Ira and Sera Marshell. Marshall Marshell William
73 None of his children's birthdates make sense with his death in 1868... Marshall Marshell William
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A Civil War Memoir
As told by William Marshell
I can remember that day like it was yesterday. It?s actually one of my fondest memories. It was my fifth birthday; the first time I had ever shot a gun. In the evening after my dad finished the work on the farm he called me out back. The summer sun was just setting and it had started to cool off. My hands were sweating more from nervousness than the heat. My dad held the shotgun and let me pull the trigger. I remember the sound that seemed to crack the heat that hung in the air, and the excitement that was surging through my veins. As I grew to be a man, that was also the first gun I ever owned. My father passed it on to me and I plan to pass it on to a son of my own one day.
I was quickly brought back to reality when bullets zipped past the heads of men in my company. A bullet hit a tree that I was standing near. Along with the rest of the men in my company, we began firing back. There wasn?t serious fighting going on then, only skirmishes breaking out here and there.
When I sat daydreaming on that battlefield, I did not know that that would come to be my last battle as a soldier for the Union Army. I woke the morning of March 19 and instantly heard birds chirping. I had a queer feeling in my stomach as I inhaled and smelled the scent of spring creeping into the air. The ground was a bit soggy but the day seemed oddly peaceful. The peace would be broken later in the battle that is now known as Bentonville. In the next two days we would keep Johnston?s army from coming back across the bridge at Bentonville, which eventually resulted in a Union victory. Johnston would surrender his army one short month later. For me everything seems to end as quickly as it begins.
After Bentonville, my regiment, the 38th from Indiana, fought a battle in Franklin, Tennessee, then marched on to Goldsboro and occupied it. Then in the beginning of April, we marched to Raleigh and slowly started making our way home. We made our way to Washington D.C. through Richmond and by June we were in Louisville. I was mustered out on June 18, 1865 after three years and exactly nine months of service in the Union Army. I can now say I am a different man; a veteran. After I realized what an important part of history I will prove to be, I decided to write down what I can remember of my experience.
But first, let me tell you a little bit about me. My name is William Marshell and I was born in 1825 in Utica, Indiana. I was the first child to my parents, Ira and Sera Marshell. They owned a farm in Utica and after me had seven more children, five boys and two girls. Jacob, Samuel, and Quinton were soon born after me and then Elizabeth came along. John and Marcus are twins, they were born next, and then baby Joanne. When I was about fifteen, typhoid fever was coming through all the farms around us and it didn?t take long for it to hit us. It took baby Joanne and my dear mother. Elizabeth was left as the woman of the house and since I was the oldest, I went to live on a farm in Charlestown, Indiana to help make a life for myself and ease the tension at home.
It was very hard for me to depart from a home that I had grown so used to, even though I didn?t show it much. I love my family very much and it was almost frightening for me to move away and live with a complete stranger at fifteen. I had such good memories of growing up in our little log cabin; I didn?t even know when I would see my father or brothers and sisters again. I could only pray that their hardships would soon end and I could do well in whatever I was supposed to do. I didn?t know what a lime kiln hand did or if I could do the job well. I really didn?t want to disappoint Mr. Robinson since he was being kind enough to let me live and work on his farm.
Jacob Robinson owned and worked on the farm and another fellow named James Morrow lived and worked there, too. I worked as a lime kiln hand, which, in case you didn?t know, means I worked as a pottery hand. I lived and worked there twenty-one years before I left to join the army. Jacob was nothing but good to me the whole time I lived with him. I would say he is as close to me as any brother I?ve ever had. I was glad to see Jacob meet a really nice girl about three years before I left. Her name is Cinderella and she is just as nice as Jacob, and a real pretty girl, too. They got married a year or so after they met and I expect they have a few kids by now.
When I heard that they were looking for people to join the Union army I thought about joining for a while. After some serious contemplation, I figured I didn?t have anything to lose so I went down and joined as soon as I had made up my mind. I didn?t want to be changing my mind back and forth. Once I made a decision I was going to make it final and that was that. Even though most people thought the war would be over soon anyway, I considered the fact that this war could prove to be a little more severe than small skirmishes here and there. I never dreamed how severe and somber this war would prove to be.
I mustered into Company H of the 38th regiment in the Union army on September 18, 1861. I became the wagoner and once again in my life I found myself with a job that was completely foreign. I wasn?t quite sure what a wagoner did and I didn?t really know if I?d be good at it or not. We ended up in Elizabethtown, Kentucky a few days later. I couldn?t help but think about my own sister, Elizabeth, and what my family was doing right now. I wondered what kind of woman Lizzy, as we called her, turned out to be. When I first joined, everything seemed pretty good; we ate well and played card games and such. Everyone was excited about going and killing some Rebels. I didn?t know how I felt about killing anyone but I was excited about helping the Union win an easy victory over the South. Those smelly Rebels were going to catch it from us.
Things soon changed when we got our uniforms and began drilling. To begin, our uniforms were very uncomfortable and it seemed everybody?s uniform seemed to fit a little small here or a little big there. Everybody had a hat that had a small visor, a long coat that had a stand up collar, and another jacket that was called a blouse, and some trousers all in dark blue shades. We were issued shoes that were rough and black and soon earned the name gunboats. We still had a wool flannel shirt to wear, some cotton flannel undershorts, and socks. I thought there was no end to the clothes they would issue us; I wasn?t even sure if I could wear any more clothes. We also had long blue overcoats with a cape but we didn?t wear that much for everyday activities like drilling. All of that was a lot to wear while we marched around all day doing drills that seemed pointless to us. And it was very humid that fall. I must have sweated my whole body weight everyday. We still had our ?bread bags? as we called them to carry. We kept things like our rubber and woolen blankets in them, our cartridge boxes, canteens, and a knapsack among other things; all of this weighed a good forty or fifty pounds.
Our clothing wasn?t even the bad part; we were in for a shock when we started drilling. Our day began at about 5 a.m. when the reveille sounded. We all got up and got dressed and reported for our morning roll call. Usually we could return to our bunks for a moment. We had our breakfast about 5:30 a.m. then we had sick call for anybody that was sick. We soon began our drills that lasted until dinner call, which came at about noon. After our dinner we had a little bit of free time again, but it wasn?t much. Then we had more drilling. In the later afternoon, the companies were dismissed to our quarters again. The men usually did different activities preparing for retreat exercises. Before our exercises though, we had another roll call, an inspection, and a dress parade. Our supper came after retreat exercises. Not long after dusk came tattoo and yet another roll call. We then went to our bunks for the night and the final call of the day was taps. We spent endless days doing the same thing again and again. The days were routine and the drilling took a long time, especially when we first began. I felt those days would never end. Sometimes at the end of the day I was so frustrated and exhausted, all I felt like doing was crying. But that?s pretty silly, a grown man crying.
Besides all of our drilling, I still had my duties as a wagoner. The wagon I drove was filled with food and pulled by two mules. I think the mules that pulled my wagon are the farthest thing away from trained there is. They stopped when they wanted to and went when they wanted to. Sometimes I thought they were just trying to aggravate me. I remember one time in particular, my company was marching and my mules just stopped, and it took darn near a half an hour to get them moving again. That?s when I decided my mules needed names. I named the mule on the right Tricky and the one on the left I named Schemer. The one on the left got Schemer because I think it was mostly him that came up with the plans to annoy me.
After a full year of being soldiers in the Union army, Company H saw their first battle at Perryville on October 8, 1862. As the wagoner I drove a wagon filled with food, but I still fought in battles. My emotions were mixed. I was very excited but I was also very nervous. I hoped that no one in my company got killed; but even more so, I hoped that I didn?t get hurt or killed. In Perryville we skirmished in open fields before dusk and during the night the old snake Bragg retreated with his troops all the way into Tennessee. The Union won and then controlled Kentucky, which was very important to control since it was on the border of the Confederacy and the Union.
After a full year in the army, I had made a few close friends, which I found hard to do because I tended to be quieter than the rest of the men. I befriended a nice man named Quinton who I had grown very close to over the course of that year. I think his name drew me to him, reminding me of my brother, but he proved to be a fine gentleman. Another man name Robert was very kind and was the kind of person that always had a joke and could make almost anyone smile.
After Perryville, our next battle was Stones River that lasted from December 31 of 1862 to January 2 of 1863. Stones River was like Hell on earth for me. None of the men in my company had ever seen such intense fighting. It was later said that Stones River was the bloodiest single day in Tennessee. There was dense forest and open field to fight in; I?m not sure which was worse. The forest was filled with limestone chunks protruding from the ground that made travel through the forest almost impossible. In the open fields though, you were almost like a sitting duck. Blood and dead men lay everywhere and the sound of gunfire and artillery was deafening. Thousands were killed, I heard later that each side lost one third of their men. Through three days the Union kept their ground and drove out Bragg again. We all felt very proud after that but I?ll probably never forget those three days for the rest of my entire life.
Another memory I have from that dag on battle is from when the fighting was over. When we were ready to move on my mules were not anywhere to be found. After some searching I found Tricky but I had to look for nearly a whole hour before I found Schemer in some bushes. I could almost swear that he was hiding from me.
All through the spring and into June, the 38th stayed in Murfreesboro. The battle of Hoover?s Gap came in late June from the twenty-fourth to the twenty-sixth. The battle at Hoover?s Gap was less intense than Stones River. At least that brought relief to our men. The weather was warm and once again we defeated the Southern army. We were all starting to feel like a unit and not just individual people fighting. We were fighting for the Union and for each other.
The battle of Chickamauga that came in mid September of 1863 was also a severe battle. The battle began in the morning and as we stood in line, I smelled the pine and watched the sunlight hit the fog between the trees and wondered if I would make it to see another sunrise. I remember before fighting began, I told Robert and Quinton that I loved them. I don?t recall the last time before then that I had told somebody I loved them. The fighting proved to be exhausting and frightening. After three days of battle, the Confederates claimed the victory. I believe we could have actually won that battle though. Rosecrans was told there was a gap in our lines, so when reinforcements were sent to fill the gap, an actual gap was created, and at the exact time, by chance, the Rebels charged and broke our lines. It seemed to me such a pity the way everything was laid out that day, even though I was glad my life was spared. I think our morale took a whipping after Chickamauga.
A few months later we found ourselves fighting yet again. The only food in camp was hardtack and there wasn?t much of that. We were under constant rebel fire and we barely had the energy to fight them off. In late November Sherman and Grant finally reinforced the Union with supplies and more men. Reinforcements were just what we needed. We swept through and captured Orchard Knob and Lookout Mountain and on November 25 we took the Confederates position on Missionary Ridge. Taking Lookout Mountain was a very hard task. The climb up was incredibly steep and we were being fired at the whole time. The Rebels were at a complete advantage. I felt like all of my strength was gone after the intense climb up the mountain but there was still the battle waiting for us when we reached the top. I decided though, that if I made it all the way to the top, I was going to stay and I fought with every bit of energy I had left. Missionary Ridge was another exhausting battle. It was not quite a mountain, but at least a steep mound, and there were trenches dug in the side where the Confederates were waiting for us. The fighting was severe yet again and even though our morale was high, the Confederates had an edge over us. The Union was unstoppable though. We drove out the Rebels and took our rightful position on Missionary Ridge.
We now held the power of Chattanooga, which was a gateway. The fighting was tough but it was worth our struggle. Our morale was boosted and we were almost eager to fight again.
We stayed in Tennessee until February of 1864 and after a demonstration at Rocky Faced Ridge we battled at Resaca in mid May. I don?t remember much about Resaca except during the fight I happened to look down and see some odd plants growing I?d never seen before. It was about three days of fighting that didn?t get us much of anywhere except we forced the Confederate army to quit before us so I think we won.
After Resaca we had some battles I don?t remember too well. They are a bit of a blur in my mind. The next battle I actually recall was Pine Hill. Pine Hill actually lasted quite a while, nearly a month. Instead of attacking the Confederates head on, which would kill too many of us, I guess you could say we fought little by little but eventually pushed Johnston?s army out of the Marietta area by early July. I was glad we weren?t in battle on the Fourth of July. I always liked that holiday, not sure why, I just always liked it.
Kennesaw Mountain was our next battle and it was an upset for the rest of the men and myself. We fought what seemed like a hopeless battle. The enemy was dug in and we were being picked off like flies. The North lost many men. The weather was hot and I wished that I was back home. I thought about how long I had been marching around the South and I then wished that I had a wife and family of my own I could return home to. I was feeling lonely and wondered why I was still alive after so many good men in my company had lost their lives. I was feeling guilty for having my life when so many others didn?t.
In late July, the Union began to overpower Atlanta in the battle of Peachtree Creek. I think that it was possible for the Rebels to have won, but the North wanted the victory more. It was hot, muggy, almost intolerable heat but we lasted through the fighting. We held our ground and drove off the Rebels. That seemed to be what the Union needed to raise our spirits.
In late August and early September the battle of Jonesborough came about. The Union won again and the Confederates were getting the message we weren?t backing down. The Rebels were evacuating Atlanta and the surrounding areas and I was glad. I thought if the fighting didn?t end soon, I would surely die of the heat.
The next battle was Bentonville, and after almost four years suddenly I was getting what I had been praying for the whole time. The end of the war was drawing near and I didn?t even realize it at the time.
After Bentonville we fought a battle in Franklin, Tennessee. The weather had a chill and the fighting was strenuous. We were fighting in mostly mud; there was hardly any solid ground. And through the night the mud would frost. It was one of the biggest darn messes I ever saw. I also heard after the battle of a son who was returning home only to get wounded and die in that battle. After I got to thinking about that, that really depressed me.
I would say that since I have been mustered out I am a very different person. I encountered many hardships during my war experience. I also witnessed very grave and very grotesque circumstances at times. But, given the chance, I would change nothing of my past. Being in the army finally gave me something to be proud of myself for; not to mention the comradery I found in the men in my company. All of my life I have worked to prove myself to other men and to support myself in life. Finally I have proved to myself that I am a strong person and I can accomplish many things in my life to come.

Marshall Marshell William
75 Not a Morrow, but lived in a Morrow household McDonald Joseph
76 Not a Morrow, but lived in a Morrow household McDonald Webster
77 1854 Elijah and Emeline Jacyntha Morrow sold lot #174 in Utica for $70 to Henry Ash.  Morrow Elijah
78 1855 Elijah and Jacyntha Morrow bought lot #208 from Thomas Moore. (?check if this is 1850 or 1855). Morrow Elijah
79 Elijah left Indiana and went to Clay County, Missouri where his son William Wallace (Braggy Bill) was born in 1856. The Morrows were anti-slavery, so they decided to leave and go to Kansas, a free state.  Morrow Elijah
80 Elijah worked as a blacksmith Morrow Elijah
81 There was a Black man traveling in their group across the Missouri River into Kansas. There was a group of people gathered on the Missouri side that thought the man was a runaway slave. "Grandpa Morrow" (probably Elijah?) pulled a gun and told them all to leave the man alone. They did and the Black man crossed the river with them.  Morrow Elijah
82 did not have any children Morrow Harry
83 had two sons Morrow Hazel
84 In the 1850 census, James is 28 and living with wife Mary and children Catharine (later to become Kate) and James W.
Possible that Mary and James died of Typhoid Fever, which swept through those farms by Utica in 1840ish. Perhaps James sent Catherine away?

In the 1860 census, James is 37 and living with
Jacob Robinson 36
Wm Marshall 35
Cinderella Robinson 20
No sign of Mary, Catharine or James W.

In the 1870 census, James is 48 and living with
Suinlda Morrow 37 (This is Zeralda, cousin? of William Marshall, with whom James had been living -- and who Jacintha will later marry)
Charles Davis 31
George Williams 26
Lucinda Williams 10
George Morrow 7
Sherman Morrow 5
Elizabeth Morrow 4
Nettie Morrow 2
James Morrow 3/12

Looks like Mary Roland Morrow died between 1850-1860. Don't know what happened to baby James W, but "Kate" shows up later and marries into the Grimes family.

Morrow James W.
85 also found death date of 07 Feb 1939 in notes Morrow James Webster
86 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Morrow J.L.
87 another possible daughter; she died at 16 Morrow Marie or Nancy
88 Died at age 16 Morrow Marie or Nancy
89 first Mary Almeda married a Carter and died of child bed fever Morrow Mary Almeda
90 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Morrow R.F.
91 Died of diptheria Morrow Sarah
92 died of diptheria Morrow Sarah
93 In Indiana death certificates, names was Theophilus R Morras Morrow Theophilus
94 Not a Morrow but lived in a Morrow household. Morrow Thomas
95 1850 Clark County Census

There are two separate households:

203B 37 Morrow, Wm., 33, Ky, Limeburner, pg0197a.txt
203B 38 Morrow, Nancy, 31, Ind, pg0197a.txt
203B 39 Morrow, Theophelus, 4, Ind, pg0197a.txt
203B 40 Morrow, Joseph, 1, Ind, pg0197a.txt
204A 1 Morrow, John W., 22, Ind, pg0197a.txt -- is this a younger brother to William, James and Elijah?

203B 4 Morrow, James, 28, Ind, Limeburner pg0197a.txt
203B 5 Morrow, Nancy, 26, Ind, pg0197a.txt
203B 6 Morrow, Catharine, 7, Ind, pg0197a.txt
203B 7 Morrow, James W., 4, Ind, pg0197a.txt
Morrow William
96 1860 census Indiana Clark Co Utica pg 523
211/211 Wm Morrow 43 Ky; Nancy 40 In; son Theopholus 13; Joseph 10; Martha 7; Thos 4; Sidnah Raymond 76 Ky

William must be brother to Elijah. William and Elijah married sisters Nancy and Jacintha Raymond. Sidnah Raymond is their mother. Sidnah lives with daughter Nancy in 1860 census.

William & Nancy were married 4/18/1846 in Clark Co. 
Morrow William
97 8/14/1850 William Morrow bought lot #174 in Utica from Joseph Raymond. Deed book 40, page 425. Morrow William
98 William & Nancy were married 4/18/1846 in Clark Co. 8/14/1850 William Morrow bought lot #174 in Utica from Joseph Raymond. Deed book 40, page 425. William Morrow bought lot #174 in Utica from Joseph and Martha Raymond.

1850 Clark County Census There are two separate households next to one another: 203B 37 Morrow, Wm., 33, Ky, Limeburner, pg0197a.txt 203B 38 Morrow, Nancy, 31, Ind, pg0197a.txt 203B 39 Morrow, Theophelus, 4, Ind, pg0197a.txt 203B 40 Morrow, Joseph, 1, Ind, pg0197a.txt 204A 1 Morrow, John W., 22, Ind, pg0197a.txt

203B 4 Morrow, James, 28, Ind, Limeburner pg0197a.txt 203B 5 Morrow, Nancy, 26, Ind, pg0197a.txt 203B 6 Morrow, Catharine, 7, Ind, pg0197a.txt 203B 7 Morrow, James W., 4, Ind, pg0197a.txt

1860 census Indiana Clark Co Utica pg 523 211/211 Wm Morrow 43 Ky; Nancy 40 In; son Theopholus 13; Joseph 10; Martha 7; Thos 4; Sidnah Raymond 76 Ky

William must be brother to Elijah. William and Elijah married sisters Nancy and Jacintha Raymond. Sidnah Raymond is their mother. Sidnah lives with daughter Nancy in 1860 census. 
Morrow William
99 William Morrow bought lot #174 in Utica from Joseph and Martha Raymond.  Morrow William
100 1885 Census
Labette County Kansas, Neosho

Family #42

William Morrow, 39, born about 1856, Missouri, farmer
Sarah E Morrow, 37, born Illinois
Ollie M Morrow, 14, born Indiana
Almeda M Morrow, 8, born Kansas
Eliga Morrow, 6, born Nansas
Wack ?Mack? Clark, 35, born ??, agricultural Laborer

All Morrows came from Indiana; Clark either came from Indiana Territory or Indian Territory.

Family #44

JW Morrow, 37, born Indiana, farmer
JC Marshall, 65, born Indiana (Meant to say J E Marshall) 
William Wallace Morrow

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