The Jenkins
Rappahannock VA
to Mason Hall TN


The War Veterans

Four brothers in Tom Jenkins's father's generation and four of his sons served when thier country called. All safely returned home after the wars.

Tom's father, John Sanford Jenkins, was a 2nd Lt and Company Commander of Compa B, 4th Tennessee Infantry. He enlisted at Knoxville 10 Aug 1861. He recieved head and hand wounds in the Battles in Atlanta and Decatur and later recieved a pension for scurvy. John died at Counce, Tennessee 24 Oct 1914 and is buried at Roberts Cemetery. A CSA grave marker was eventually erected by two of his great-grandchildren in May of 2000. A picture of Lt Jenkins can be found in his biography above





John's brother, Capt Alexander Wilson Jenkins, enlisted 15 Mar 1862 in Chatham County, North Carolina. Alex had returned to North Carolina from Hardin County before the War. He served in the North Carolina 50th Regiment and then Company E of the 2nd Regiment of the Home Guard. Alexander died in Worthville in Randolph County, North Carolina 29 Sep 1906. More information on Alex and his brother can be found in my database.




John's brother, Richard Lewellin Jenkins, a Private in Company E of North Carolina's 26th Infantry Regiment, enlisted 5 Jun 1861. Richard left Hardin County with Alexander. Richard was in the Battle of Gettysburg and recieved a thigh wound in the Battle of Bristoe Station. He was captured while in the Jackson Hospital at Richmond, Virginia and was inprisoned at Newport News, Virginia. He was released 30 Jun 1865, a cripple, and recieved a pension. Richard died at an early age in Goldsboro, North Carolina on 14 Feb 1880. He is buried at the Bethany Church Cemetery in Gulf, North Carolina.


William Neel Jenkins enlisted 15 Sep 1863 at Hardin County and served with Company B of the 16th Regiment of the 21st Tennessee Cavalry. No unit records have been ever located after the summer of 1864. William later came to Cool Springs in Gibson County and lived to the age of 96. He died 19 Sep 1931 and is buried at Bethpage Cemetery. William's name was inscribed on the Veterans Memorial there in March of 2000. The only picture of William Neel can be found in his biography above.


       Four of Tom Jenkins' sons served in the US Army in WW II




James Charles (Jake) Jenkins was born in 1911. His service record has not been located but it's known he served in Europe and various locations in the U.S. before his retirement as a Sergeant. He died 9 Jan 1995 at the hospital in Union City. Jake is buried at Bethpage Cemetery and his name was inscribed on the Veterans Memorial there in March 2000.

Thomas Sullivan (Sully) Jenkins was born in 1920 and enlisted at the age of 22 on 23 Sep 1942 at Fort Oglethorpe, Georgia. His enlistment record stated he was a salesman and had 2 years of high school. His heighth was 72" and weighed 140lb. Sully was discharged after the war. He died near Obion 6 Nov 1974 and buried at Dyer County Memorial Gardens in Dyersburg. 

Albert 'Ray' Jenkins was born in 1922 and enlisted at 20 at Fort Oglethorpe 25 Jan 1943. Ray served in the 490th Anti-Aircraft Division of the Rocket and Field Artillery Regiment in the Phillipines. He was discharged 23 Feb 1946 at Ft Sill, Oklahoma. His enlisted record indicated he was 68" tall, weighed 127lb, was a farmhand and had complted 4 years of high school.

Lloyd Austin Jenkins was born in 1926 and enlisted at Fort Oglethorpe at 19 on 3 Jan 1945. Lloyd served with the 969th Quartermasters Service Company in the Phillipines. When he enlisted he was 60"? tall, weighed 100lb, a farm hand with 2 years of high school. Lloyd was discharge 7 Dec 1946 at Fort Shridan, Illinois.

Two of Tom Jenkins' daughters' husbands served in WWII as well.

Grace Jenkin's husband, Lowell, 'Bud" Mann enlisted in the US Army

Ora Mae Jenkins' husband, Wallace Whitely, served with the US Navy

Later, Tom Jenkins' youngest son, Welton, served with the US Army in Korea. 

Tom's grandchildren and great-grandchildren served thier country in the Vietnam and the Iraq Wars.   




The StoryTellers

My feelings are in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.

To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called as it were by our genes.

Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do.

In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family you would be proud of us? How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.

It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do.

It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it.

It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today.

It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.

It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation.

It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do.

With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. We are the chosen.

So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers.

That, is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.

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