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Tucker, Brown, King, Clifton, Shilling, Elkins, Brown,  Alexander, Harris, Brown, Lewis, Cravener, Eberhart, Robb, Thayer, O'Brien, Clint and Other Related Families

The genealogical publication presented on this site includes research by Glenn Tucker  between the fall of 1981 and up through current day.  Numerous other researchers of the families have contributed to this work including Helen Lee Mitchell (deceased), Wallace B New (deceased), Marie Tucker Dowden, Paula Robertson and many others, most of which are deceased.

During the earlier years of my research, I was fortunate to network with many researchers who had source documents, had researched public records and strove to prove lineage.  Most of them have passed away, but I was able to obtain copies of their photographs, public records, family bible inscriptions and much more. 

Today, unfortunately, the internet is relied on for tracing of lineage and very few members provide any proof documents in their trees.  In my tree on I have uploaded proof documents and provide stories that tell of the ancestors' lives as well as what documents prove lineage.  I have done the same in the publication found on this site.

Why Did I Get Into This?

The question that has occasionally been asked by people who have known me over the past 30 years has been how I got started in the quest to discover my ancestry.  As a pre-teenager, I listened to my great grandmother's stories about her family fighting indians and moving west in wagons.  She had some old Confederate money that raised my curiosity.  

When I was nineteen years old, I had my appendix removed at the Allen Clinic in Burnet, Texas where my father was raised.  A few women from Burnet came and visited me in the clinic after my surgery before I was taken home.  They were my grandmother Tucker's (maiden named, Shilling) cousins who lived in Burnet.  I remember a few stories about the family they told while I was still sedated.  I was very curious about our mutual past.

The movie, "Roots," showed on television when I was in my twenties, further increasing my interest in family history.  I wondered how my families happened to move west, where they came from and who they were.  I did not fair well in school with history because I could not see at that time how relevant it was to me other than the country and world I lived in.  However, I did have some interest back then as to how my families fitted into American history.

In April, 1981, my grandmother Tucker's brother, Lowell Arthur Schilling passed away.  My father commented at the time that much of Uncle Lowell's family history he had in his mind was lost when he died.   Uncle Lowell's passing was the catalyst that got me inquiring into how to get started researching genealogy.

In August, 1981, my father told me about an upcoming family reunion in Liberty Hill, Burnet County, Texas.  It was the annual Alexander family reunion outside Lampassas, Texas.  My great grandmother Schilling was an Alexander.  The reunion was going to take place Columbus Day weekend that year, the weekend my wife and children and I annually spent camping at Inks Lake State Park (I discovered later that part of the park lands were owned by another direct ancestor, Emanuel E. Elkin).  I wanted to gather information from Alexander's at the reunion, but was not sure how to start.

My father and I worked at the same company in the early and mid-1980s.  His administrative assistant, Helen Womack, was a genealogist, having spent at that time over twenty years researching she and her husband's family history.  I asked her to give me some tips on how to start and materials to use.  She gave me five generation pedigree chart forms and family group sheets.  At her suggestion, I met with my mother and father and asked them to give me as much information as they could remember or had in possession on their parents, grand parents and great grandparents.  Also, names of relatives they had ever heard from who might be doing research.  Mother and Dad had information that in some cases took me back to my great, great grandparents.  The most important result of that meeting with my parents was the stirring of my father's curiosity.  He mentioned he had remembered an old family bible and wondered what had happened to it.

Dad remembered an old cedar chest of his mother's he was storing in his attic.  He had not opened the chest  since she had passed away in 1965.  He got the chest down from the attic, opened it, and he found a very old bible going back to a birth date in the 1770s.  In the bible were two letters.  One letter was from Harry L. Elkin addressed to the Burnet County Historical Society looking for descendents of Emanuel E Elkin who lived in Burnet County in the 1860s (see the Elkins chapter for details of the letter and the discovery of his burial site).  The other letter was written in the 1800's from Missouri to Mary Francis Brown Harris, my great, great, great grandmother from a brother back in Missouri (see the Browns of Browns Cove, Va chapter).

I went to the family reunion with my wife and children and collected information on the Alexander history.  Also, while going through an old cemetery near Inks Lake, I found the tombstone of Emanuel Elkin, the subject of one of the letters in the family Bible Dad had found.  I was so excited to coincidentally locate this grave and was overwhelmed with a burning desire to find out why the letter was in one of our family Bibles.  That weekend in Burnet County I was hooked.  I started the passion of my quest to discover my family history.

To me, the most rewarding of this research has been finding out what our ancestors were like and what they did and what part of history they participated in.  The stories, letters, folklore is much more interesting to me than their vital statistics (birth, death, marriage, etc.)

This genealogy book/publication is a dynamic project in that I continue to update the publication file on this site as new information can be compiled.  I decided to publish on line rather than in a printed book so it can continuously be updated and so relatives can begin to enjoy our family history and not have to wait to when I get around to "finishing" the book.  I will continue with the completion of the book during 2012.  I have hundreds of more names and connections to add as I have time.  I have dozens of old photographs and new ones alike to add.  Also, I am going back and adding proof sources where needed both on my tree on and here on the publication on this site.

I hope those of you who read this publication will have at least a fraction of the enjoyment I had in researching and compiling this information.  Those of you who are genealogists and have anything to add, please let me know.

I might add that genealogy has kindled a very keen interest in US history in recent years.  In the fall of 2011 I took the second half of  US History: 1870-Gerald Ford years thinking I would learn more about what

A Civil War Veterans' Reunion     


The following speech crystalizes in my mind many of extreme hardships and death suffered by our ancestors during the Civil War.  I think of John Cravener who was at the final fight at Appomatox Courthouse receiving a mortal wound an hour before Lee's surrender.  I think of William Preston Scott Robb who suffered unthinkable horrors at Cahaba and Andersonville prison camps.  I was not sure where to include this, but it helps set the stage for this book.  I would wager that Franklin Alexander and his brother were at this event.  They served in the Confederacy from Texas. Franklin was a Texas Ranger.

Confederate Reunion in Burnet County, Texas
(Source: John Reeves, <JOHNAREEVES @>, March 2004)

The following is an address of welcome delivered by Mr. James Edward Babcock at a Confederate reunion at Burnet, Texas on August 2, 1894. Mr. Babcock was a veteran of the Confederate Cavalry (Morgan's Company). He was the son of Charles and Nancy Babcock of Bagdad Prairie in Williamson County. Charles and Nancy are buried in Burnet Co. James was married to one of the Bullion girls, a daughter of Elijah Bullion of Oatmeal. I have a date of 8/2/1894. I don't know if this was the date that the speech was delivered, or if it was the date of the newspaper article. Apparently , The Avalanche was the name of the newspaper at the time.

“Comrades of Thirty Years Ago”

I have been selected to deliver the address of welcome today, not because Burnet County had no orator who could have done honor to this occasion for we have a Cook, a Ballard, an Erwin, and a Hammond; but because your committee has decided, and wisely perhaps, that the plain and simple language and ideas of an old comrade would reach your hearts more directly than if the words came from a different source.

On behalf of the people of Burnet County, I tender you earnest, honest, heartfelt welcome. We stretch out both our arms to you; we grasp you by the hand; we look into your faces and invite you to accept such provisions for your comfort, as we have been able to make. With you, comrades, we welcome your wives and children who have accompanied you here. These are the women who as our mother, wives, sisters and sweethearts, more that thirty years ago, threw their soft arms around us, and with tearful faces, bade us go and do our duty in defense of a cause we believed to be worth more than life.

Next to you, comrades, we welcome every old federal soldier who is present. Some of the most active and generous promoters of this entertainment wore the blue and fought nobly and gallantly under the stars and stripes. The war has been over for thirty years. We are not here to recall the bitterness, hatred and fierce animosity with which that war was prosecuted on either side, but as citizens of a reunited country, having a common history and a common destiny. Boys in blue, we give you such cordial welcome as the brave can always offer the brave. On a hundred battlefields you answered the rebel yell with your “Yip, yip, yip”. For every storm of “ leaden rain and iron hail” that we sent into your faces, you returned another not less deadly. Wherever the cold steel of the Confederate line was seen in the deadly charge; it was met and crossed by your own gleaming sabres and bayonets. Had you been less brave, we could never have made the splendid record for valor and heroism that our meeting around these campfires is meant to commemorate. I cannot understand how any sane man can declare that an army of cowards fought us for four long, bloody years and finally crushed and destroyed the most brave and heroic army and people the world has ever known.

But our welcome does not end here. If any are here who at any time have fought under the cross of St. George for the honor and glory of old England, we ask you to “ Fall in”. We remember that our ancestors were Britons and we claim the right to share with you her glory and her fame.

Are there any here from sunny France who have followed her Lilies and Eagles in battle? We remember that it was the fiery valor of your countrymen that made it possible for the great Napoleon to write his name on the pinnacle of military fame. Fall in, comrade, Fall in. If there any here whose great warm German hearts have been stirred to their utmost depths by the soul stirring strains of “Die Watcht an Rhein”. We say to you comrade, Fall in”.

We call our organization the “Mountain Remnant of Confederate Veterans” and we are indeed but a pitiful remnant of those long lines of brave and eager volunteers who, thirty years ago, so willingly answered the call of our country to arms. Now, few of that mighty host will answer to their names today. For nearly all of us the long roll has been sounded, the beat of the muffled drum has been heard, the echoes of the last tattoo have melted away, and they “ have gone over to join the great majority”. To the memory of those who will meet us no more, I offer this sentiment, written to commemorate the hardest fought battle of our war with Mexico:

“We were not many, we who pressed
Around our fallen braves that day,
But there’s not one but hath confessed,
He’d rather share their warriors’ rest
Than not have been at Monterey”.

It will be expected of me that I recall to your minds some of the stirring scenes and “Times that tried men’s souls,” the memory of which today gives meaning and purpose to our gathering here. How shall this best be done? Surely, if I recount the experience of one soldier in that war, I shall awaken some memory at least in the heart of every old soldier here. Comrades, do you remember how the call of Abraham Lincoln for seventy-five thousand men electrified the hearts of the southern people? Do you remember the fierce cry of rage and defiance with which we answered that call? I see by your flushed faces that you do remember. Seventy-five thousand men with which to overrun and crush the south! Why, boys in blue, you required the services of more than a million and a half before you succeeded in that Herculean task. Do you remember how the heart of the loyal north was stirred by the echoes of the shot that Gen. Beauregard sent hurtling against the walls of historic Sumpter? Then was an ominous pause, followed by the cry of millions: “We’re coming Father Abraham, six hundred thousand more”.

Comrades, do you remember when you told your aged father and mother that you had joined your company and had been sworn into the service? No soldier can ever forget the scene that followed. And again, when you parted for the last time from ” that other, not a sister”. The Spartan mother gave her son a shield and bade him come “with it, or on it from the battle field”. The southern wife or sweetheart said more when she said nothing , but gave you a parting kiss, a proud and loving glance, and turned her tearful face away while you tried to say good-by. Then came the march to the point selected for the weary months of drill and preparation for active service. How terribly we chafed and fretted at this delay, fearing that the war would be decided and we should not get to fire a shot! At last the welcome order came to “go to the front”. Boys in Gray and Blue, we can never forget the time when we first heard the boom of cannon and rattle of musketry. A little later as we deploy into our positions in battle, the first shell bursts over our heads and sends a shower of pine tops upon us; there is a strange, angry, spiteful hiss all around us; it is the deadly minnie balls; suddenly on our right or left, or in front of us some comrade throws up his hands, cries out “Oh God” and falls forward upon his dead face.

But why should I recall these long and bloody years, with their memories of sickness, hunger, cold and death ; not one of you have forgotten or can ever forget. At last the smoke of battle rolled away. The Confederate soldier, beaten but not disgraced, returned to his home with nothing but the record he had made, and nothing of which to be ashamed. Comrades, we were writing history then, and writing better than we knew. We cannot and do not wish to forget the past, but we recall it with no shade of anger or bitterness in our hearts today.

In every city of this vast and mighty nation stand the statues that commemorate the memories and deeds of the heroes of that Titanic war. Here the proud form and face of Jefferson Davis stands looking into the unknown future. There the rugged but kindly face of Abraham Lincoln looks down upon us. Yonder in bronze and granite and marble, stand the immortal Lee and Grant and Sherman and Johnson, Upon their pedestals, loving and admiring hearts and skillful hands have carved the wreaths of victory, and the record of their glorious deeds. Surely ,there is not in all this land an iconoclastic hand that would tear from these pedestals one leaf of their laurel wreaths, or one letter of the record written there. These statues, these glorious memories, and the heroic men who made them possible, are now in the common heritage of a reunited people under one flag and with a common destiny before us. Comrades in Gray and Blue, again I give you welcome.

The Avalanche, the Burnet newspaper at that time had this to say of Mr. Babcock’s address:

“ It was eloquent, national and scholarly in its makeup, and we are glad to have the pleasure of giving it to our readers. He took the true position; that while the South believed she was right, and displayed immortal courage and devotion in asserting her rights; we must also accord equal sincerity and gallantry to our late foes that are now brethren of a common country, and that the dead past should bury its dead. These reunions were but tributes of affectations to old companies in arms, and in memories of the old heroes gone in which all who wore the gray could meet on common grounds”

How This Book Is Laid Out

I attempted to present this book as one file.  However, the pedigree charts span over 200 pages and include 95 generations of ancestors.  This report was too large to compile into the rest of the book.  So I have included a separate book which is like a road map to the ancestors in the main book.

Generally, most of the chapters of this publication provide the descendents and ancestors of the eight great great grandparents of Glenn Allan Tucker.  There is a separate chapter for the Lewis family of Virginia because of all the cousins in this line who are so important in American History: George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Meriweather Lewis, Robert E. Lee, Queen Elizabeth and Prince Charles.  There is also a separate chapter dedicated to the Elkins family since there is so much to be reported about that line.

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