My motivation in writing this book was to provide a family history for my sons, Ryan and Ben. I believe that we have an obligation to instill a sense of pride and respect for our ancestors in the current generation. My father received the Poore family Bible from his father in the 1960s. The Bible lists the children of Jesse Poore my great-great-great grandfather, starting with Richard Turner in 1815. This information sparked a tremendous interest in me and led to 25 years of investigation. In his book Farnsworth Memorial (1897) Moses Farnsworth asked," Who are our ancestry? They had their fathers and their mothers---their brothers and sisters--the same as we have ours; they had those who rejoiced at their birth and who mourned at their death; they had their loves, their affections, their prosperity and their adversity, their crosses and their pleasures and in writing their saying and doing we are in part, only, repeating the acts and doings of today." I hope this book represents the real dimension to people's lives.
We must keep our ancestors from "oblivion". We have an obligation to place something tangible in the hands of those who shall live when we have passed away.
This book has been a labor of love. It is a memorial to my ancestors who are descendants of Jesse Poore. More than a history of the Poore line, I have also included my mother's line beginning with John Perkins of Massachusetts and Hugh Howard of England l. I have aimed at accuracy. There are bound to be errors----but I have sought authentic works, have corresponded with many and done everything to be honest to history. I make no apology for my conclusions; they are based on significant data, research and personal observations.
This book is not intended to be a definitive work on Jesse Poore's descendants, or of other ancestors, but it is rather an effort to connect the line from my sons to them; anything else is extra. It may be asked why this book was so long delayed? I can only say that to write genealogy rapidly is not possible; a single date may cost days, weeks, or even years. A glance at a single page cannot convey in any way the labor or financial cost it took to produce it.
I made significant effort to solicit information and contributions from members of my extended family. I included everything that was contributed. I thank those that responded; your contributions make this book a significantly better product. Some may wonder why they or their family members were not included; the answer is simple. I did not have the time to do the writing for you. I do not know your story or share your individual memories. I hope that this book provides a foundation for my extended family here in Utah and around the country to begin their story one family at a time.
I found this in one of my mother's journals and found it to be very appropriate:
A FAMILY IS
A FAMILY is...A deeply rooted tree with branches of different strengths, all receiving nourishment from an infinite source.
I would be remise if I did not mention the death of a fellow distant cousin and family researcher this past year. Jim Creighton was a Poore family member by way of his mother. He died of an untimely heart attack. He was very helpful to me and left a legacy of scholarship and contributions to the quest for knowledge in genealogy and life. This is a finer work because of his contribution and inspiration he gave me to do a better job. Many of the maps and family crest are works that he did. He is acknowledged appropriately in the book.
A FAMILY is...Where character is formed, values are created, and society is preserved.
A FAMILY is...Where all members contribute and share, cooperate and work, and accept their responsibilities toward the good of the group.
A FAMILY is...Where holidays are celebrated with feasting, birthdays acknowledged with gifts, and thoughts of days gone by, kept alive with fond remembrances.
A FAMILY is...Where each can find solace in grief, pleasure and laughter in joy, kindness and encouragement in daily living.
A FAMILY is...A haven of rest, a sanctuary of peace, and most of all a harbor of LOVE.
Recently, I read a book entitled, Born Fighting -How the Scots- Irish Shaped America by James Webb. I came across an extended passage that captured my feeling about my ancestors and my trips to the "hollers" and valleys of Tennessee. He expresses it much better than I can:
From Gate City, I follow narrow winding roads along rushing streambeds and past small frame houses built at the bottom of the ridges.-the mountains loom above me. Trucks are parked along the roads. Little wooden footbridges cross the streams, leading to the front doors of houses. American flags are frequent on the trucks and in the yards, and on the porches. America got bombed and mountain people don't forget, even if it comes to fighting wars, mountain people have always been among the first too go.
A few miles outside of down I turn left onto a far narrower road. It has no marker other than a small hand-painted sign with an arrow and the name of a Baptist Church, but I know it by heart. It wasn't so long ago that the road was still dirt. This is the entrance to alley Hollow. My great-great-grandfather lived in this hollow. My great-grandfather left from here to move up to Kentucky. A lot of people share my blood and all of them share a large part of my history.
My great-great grandparents are buried back here along with maybe a dozen others in a rough patch of woods on top of a nearly mountain. There are no headstones, only large rocks that mark individual graves… The mountain is on someone else's property back in the hollow. My cousins have called to ask permission for us too visit it. We drive down dirt roads. Old frame houses mark our journey.
On the top of this mountain yon can understand the Pioneers Creed: The Cowards Never Started. The Weak Died Along the Way. Only the Strong Survived.
Standing on this mountain, I worry that when this generation dies the memory of those who went before us will lost. Walking down the mountain and driving back toward the world that these people made possible for me, I make a simple vow. Or maybe I simply hear them calling to me from the place where I will someday join them. The contributions of this culture are too great to be forgotten.
My great-great-great grandparents, my great-great grandparents, my grandparents and my parents are part of this "Creed". They left their homelands, ventured into the wilderness, suffered, crossed this nation, fought its wars, and in many cases died. They took the risks and worked so that each of us would have a better opportunity. They improved upon the world they inherited and made it better for each of us. As individuals we made our own decisions as to how we would respond to the opportunities. We must never forget their courage and support, be it taming the wilderness, going into a dark, dangerous and wet coal mine, stepping onto a field of battle, supporting our educational efforts or being worthy role models, they all contributed to who we are. I do not take this for granted and I thank them.
It is my hope that the information contained in this book will be useful to future generations and motivate them to finish the story. Happy hunting! As one Poore researcher, Jim Creighton, said, "A family without a genealogy is like a country without a history." Jim helped me a good deal in my research. Jim we miss your keen intellect and knowledge. You will be missed in our family circle.
Dr. Ross Poore
The Wisdom of Chief Dan George:
The sunlight does not leave its marks on the grass.
So we, too, pass silently.
The faces of the past are like leaves that settle to the ground . . .
They make the earth rich and thick, so that new fruit will come forth every summer.