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Facts and Events
| Name |
Frances Cockrell |
| Gender |
Female |
| Birth[1] |
6 Jan 1809 |
Fairfield District, South Carolina, United States |
| Alt Birth[2] |
6 Jun 1809 |
Fairfield District, South Carolina, United States |
| Marriage |
6 Feb 1834 |
Chester District, South Carolina, United Statesto Littleton Hill |
| Census[3] |
1850 |
Chester District, South Carolina, United States |
| Census[4] |
1860 |
Chickasaw, Mississippi, United States |
| Census[5] |
1870 |
Chickasaw, Mississippi, United States |
| Census[6] |
1880 |
Chickasaw, Mississippi, United States |
| Death[1][2] |
7 Mar 1885 |
Chickasaw, Mississippi, United States |
| Burial[1] |
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Chickasaw, Mississippi, United StatesHouston Cemetery |
References
- ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 Find A Grave
2008.
Name: Frances Hill
Birth: Jan. 6, 1809
Fairfield County
South Carolina, USA
Death: Mar. 7, 1885
Houston (Chickasaw County)
Chickasaw County
Mississippi, USA
- ↑ 2.0 2.1 Hill, George Anderson. Hill & Hill-Moberly connections of Fairfield County, South Carolina. (Ponca City, Oklahoma: Hill, c1961)
133, 1961.
"Frances Cockrell, a daughter of Moses Cockrell and Susan Feaster. Susan Feaster was the daughter of Andrew Feaster and Margaret Fry Cooper."
- ↑ Chester, South Carolina, United States. 1850 U.S. Census Population Schedule
55B, 1850.
- ↑ Chickasaw, Mississippi, United States. 1860 U.S. Census Population Schedule. (Tomball, Texas)
23B, 1860.
Roll: 579
PO: Houston; Division No. 2
- ↑ Chickasaw, Mississippi, United States. 1870 U.S. Census Population Schedule
33B, 1870.
Roll: 724
1st Subdivision of the Northern Div.; Pg. 18
- ↑ Chickasaw, Mississippi, United States. 1880 U.S. Census Population Schedule
210B, 1880.
Roll: 643
Houston Precinct; ED: 26; Pg. No. 50
Living next door to granddaughter, Maggie Atkinson née Smith
- United States Work Projects Administration. Born in Slavery: Slave Narratives from the Federal Writer's Project. (Manuscript Division, Library of Congress)
Arkansas Narratives, Volume II, Part 3, pp 133-134, 1937.
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: Josephine Hamilton
Hazen, Arkansas
Age: 77
“I was born near Houston, Mississippi, in 1860. We lived about three miles north when I can first recollect. My mistress was named Frankie Hill and my master was Littleton Hill... I was wid my old master when he died of heart trouble. She lack to died too. We setting by de fire one night and he held the lamp on one knee and reading out loud. It was a little brass lamp with a handle to hook your finger in. He was a Baptist. He had two fine horses, a big gray one and a bay horse. Joe drove him to preaching. Miss Frankie didn’t go. He said his haid hurt when dey went to eat dinner and he slept all the evening. He et supper and was reading. I was looking at him. He laid his haid back and started snoring. He had long white hair. I say ‘Miss Frankie, he is dieing.’ Cause he turned so pale. He was setting in a high back straight chair. We got him on the bed. He could walk when we held him up. His brother was a curious old man. He et morphine a whole heap. He lived by himself. I run fast as my legs would take me. Soon as I told him he blowed a long horn. They said it was a trumpet. You never seen such a crowd as come toreckly. The hands come and the neighbors too. It being dot time er night they knowed something was wrong. He slept awhile but he died that night. I stayed up there wid Miss Frankie nearly all de time. It was a mile from our cabin across the field...
e played hiding behind the trees a heap and played in the moonlight. We played tag. We picked up scaley barks, chestnuts, and walnuts. Miss Frankie parched big pans of goobers when it was cold or raining...
I never will forgit Miss Polly. I saved one of the young mistress little girl bout seven or eight years old. Miss Frankie raised a little deer up grown. It would run at anybody. Didn’t belong at the house. It got so it would run me. It started at the little girl and I pulled her in on the porch backwards and in a long hall. Her mama show was proud. Said the deer would paw her to death...
“I remembers everybody shouting and so glad they was free. It was a joyful time. If they paid my folks for work I didn’t know it. We stayed on with Miss Frankie till I was grown and her son Billy Hill took her to Houston, Texas to live. Miss Sallie and Miss Fannie had been married a long time. We always had a house to live in and something to eat."
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