bullet Aaron Francis NIXON was born on 6 Mar 1861 in Greensboro, North Carolina. He died on 2 Jan 1939 in Pulaski, Virginia. Parents: Quinton NIXON and Elizabeth Janie JONES.

Children were: Clarence NIXON, Everett NIXON, Hattie NIXON, Leonard NIXON, Winfred NIXON, Lucy NIXON, Emory William , Sr. NIXON, Q. W. NIXON, Joseph NIXON.

bulletBarbara Joyce NIXON was born in 1948. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD.

She was married to Charles Glennwood , Sr. JONES in 1989. Children were: Charles Glennwood II JONES, Timothy Lynwood JONES, Benjamin william JONES .

bullet Betty NIXON Parents: Quinton NIXON and Elizabeth Janie JONES.

bullet Betty Jewel NIXON was born on 24 Dec 1933. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD .

She was married to Burell Edward , Sr. CORLEY in 1950. Children were: Burell Edward , Jr. CORLEY , Debra Diane CORLEY, Brenda Joyce CORLEY, Timothy Downing CORLEY , Richard Anthony CORLEY, Brian Keith CORLEY.

bullet Blair NIXON Parents: Everett NIXON and Annie STEEL.

bullet Bobby Douglas NIXON was born in 1940. He died in 1941. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD .

bullet Caleb Andrew NIXON was born on 29 Jul 1984. Parents: Ronald William NIXON and Candice J. COUNTS .

bullet Christopher Micheal NIXON was born on 4 Oct 1974. Parents: Mark Allen NIXON and Karan HAMPTON.

bullet Clarence NIXON Parents: Aaron Francis NIXON and Mattie Virginia STROUPE.

bullet David NIXON was born in 1874. He died in 1936. Parents: Quinton NIXON and Elizabeth Janie JONES.

bulletEdgar Tyson NIXON was born in 1911. He died in 1982. Parents: A. Tyson NIXON and Emma P. (Wife of A. Tyson NIXON) .

bulletEmory William (Bill) , Jr. NIXON was born on 20 Jan 1932. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD .

Children were: Teresa Carol NIXON, Mark Allen NIXON, Ronald William NIXON, Evelyn Marie NIXON.

bulletEmory William , Sr. NIXON was born on 10 Nov 1902 in Pulaski, Virginia. He died on 19 Jun 1995 in Edenton, North Carolina. Parents: Aaron Francis NIXON and Mattie Virginia STROUPE .

He was married to Eliza Ruth WARD on 11 Aug 1928 in Pulaski, Virginia. Children were: Margaret Ruth Nixon, Emory William (Bill) , Jr. NIXON , Betty Jewel NIXON, Janie Darlleen NIXON, Mary Elizabeth (Libby) NIXON , Bobby Douglas NIXON, James Richard (Jimmy) NIXON, Mildred Glenna NIXON , Shirley Arbutus NIXON, Barbara Joyce NIXON, Johnny Lee NIXON, Sherry Dawn NIXON.

bullet Evelyn Marie NIXON was born on 15 Jan 1963. Parents: Emory William (Bill) , Jr. NIXON and Bertha Marie HICKS.

Children were: Audrey Niccole ASSAD , Jon-Paul ASSAD, Philip Marc ASSAD.

bulletEverett NIXON. Parents: Aaron Francis NIXON and Mattie Virginia STROUPE.

Children were: Blair NIXON, Violet NIXON.

bulletGeo. NIXON was born between 1761 and 1798. He died between 1802 and 1876.

He was married to Mary Cheshire between 1802 and 1838.

bullet Hattie NIXON died in 1935. Parents: Aaron Francis NIXON and Mattie Virginia STROUPE.

bullet Jackie Lynn NIXON was born in 1966. Parents: James Richard (Jimmy) NIXON and Betty Marie SHOFFNER.

She was married to David DEHOND in 1986. Children were: Stephanie Lynn DEHOND.

bullet James Richard (Jimmy) NIXON was born in 1942. Jim and Betty Nixon's Home Away From Home

I am a phosphate miner employed with IMC/Agrico Company, my hobbies are computing, gardening, and more computing. My wife is a fulltime homemaker, who has devoted her entire life to God, me, our children, and our grandchildren. I know that God comes first in her life , in what order the others fall, I'm not sure. Family is the most important thing in this life to me, without family I have nothing. We live on a 6 acre plot of land that we call home, located just south of Mulberry, Florida in the central part of the state. We have found computing and surfing the WWW an awesome experience.

A Quiet Prayer, A Little Faith (and a pound of lard)

Written by
Jim Nixon

My Father's faith and trust in God was unmatched by anyone I know, that is; with the possible exception of my Mother. He also had a solution for every problem, I cannot ever remember of having tried anything that he suggested and have it not work. I can remember him putting a piece of fat pork on a sore on my foot to draw out the infection from a splinter, and there was absolutely nothing that a little rubbing alcohol wouldn't cure, or at least make it feel better. A lot of his remedies to things may have been based on fact, but I'm sure some of it was his belief that God helps them that helps themselves, so after putting his faith in God he would put his wit to work. Perhaps the best example of faith and wit that I can recall took place in the early part of 1962.

My sister Janie was living in Palm Harbor, Florida and was not doing to well, Daddy wanted to go see her and I was just looking for an excuse to leave Pulaski, Virginia. I had an old car that I had just got from Popey McRoberts. I traded him this brand new state of the art electric guitar that I had only purchased (on credit of course) a short while back for his 1949 Plymouth. The old car had a connecting rod knocking in the engine, but the guitar needed a set of strings so we both were happy.

I spent the biggest part of the morning getting my finances together, I had made arrangements with Rough Runyon who ran a grocery store to let me have some money. Daddy would pick up my last paycheck from work when he returned from Florida and pay him back. If my memory serves me well I had a total of $34.00. We finished packing the car with all our worldly possessions, said our Good-bye's and hit the road in the afternoon. Besides having all the money one could possibly need, I might also mention that Betty was in her fourth month of pregnancy with our first child.

We had not gone to far when a slight problem arose, the fan belt jumped off the water pump and generator pulley. No big deal, the belt was okay, I just put it back on and tightened the adjustment rod, should stay on now. It seems that we had not gone to much farther and the belt come off again. Must not have got it tight enough, I replaced it in short order and was on our merry way. Oh shoot!!!! it's off again I told Daddy, and he immediately replied, "stop at the next grocery store and get a pound of lard." A pound of what?? I asked. Lard, he said; just put a little lard on the belt and it will stay on. One thing I learned a long time ago, and that was to listen to Daddy. While the lard did not completely cure the problem it sure helped, I could get at least a hundred miles to the spoon of lard before the belt jumped off and had to be greased again.

It was well past midnight, and after several lard stops and one to adjust the clutch linkage which had loosened up, I was tired and sleepy. Daddy had slept some and said that he would drive a while so I could get some rest. Since motels was for only those people who had a little more money than I had, there was little choice. The rod knocking in the engine was ever present, it was a slight soft knock but never the less, a knock. I had been driving at a blazing speed of 45 MPH and the engine seemed to do well. Before I turned the driving over to Daddy I suggested that he not exceed the 45 MPH speed that I had been driving.

The sign read, Monks Corner, a town in South Carolina, not impressive but just another town along the two lane highway headed south. I had just woke up from a much needed sleep and the old car seemed to be running all right. We stopped to get gas, take care of natures call, and grease up the fan belt with lard. I climbed back under the wheel and could only hope that the remainder of the trip would go well. I don't recall how many miles that Daddy drove but it was several. I was cruising along at the magic 45 MPH when Daddy remarked "pick up the speed a little, while you were a sleep I poured on the coal, it will take it." The car did seem to be doing all right but I still maintained the reduced speed.

We had just entered the town of Woodbine, Georgia and was about to cross a little metal bridge when it happened. The slight soft knock had suddenly been replaced with a loud hammer like sound, and I became sick, my worse fear had become a reality. The rod bearing had loosened up and the engine could not go on. I stopped in a parking lot of some local business and opened the trunk of the car to get out my tool box, Daddy asked what was I going to do, I told him I was
going to pull the oil pan off and see if I might be able to fix the loose rod bearing. After a moment of silence Daddy replied, "No, let's just drive down the road a little piece." All I could feel was hopelessness and could only wonder what earthly good that would do, but again, I did what Daddy suggested.

Slowly, very slowly I drove down the highway, we could not have gone over a couple of miles when Daddy spotted a County Sheriff parked in front of what appeared to be a small country garage with a few old cars parked out front. The Sheriff was sitting in his car talking to the owner of the property. Daddy said to stop and talk to the man about a car. I approached the two men and told them of our problems. The owner of the property asked how much money I had. I replied that all I had was $14.00 left and that I needed it for gas. He then asked if I had anything besides the car that I could trade. After talking to Betty and taking inventory of our belongings I told him that we had an electric coffee pot, a toaster, and two fishing rods and reels all of which I had just bought.(on credit of course) The man said that he could not help me. The Sheriff asked where we were headed and I told him the whole story including the part about the sick sister and a pregnant wife. He told me to follow him in his car, and I asked him to please drive slow.

We turned around and headed back into the direction from which we had come, again not to far down the road we pulled into the front of this large house nestled among some tall pine trees. Sitting in his yard was this maroon colored 1949 Fleetline Chevrolet, he told me that it was his fishing car and that the engine was not running on but five of the six cylinders, but it was just a bad spark plug. He said that he would be willing to trade with me for my car and the items mentioned. After signing over the titles and loading up the car we were ready to resume our trip. He told me that just down the road I would see a store and that I could get a spark plug there. We stopped at the store, and sure enough, after replacing the one spark plug the engine purred like a kitten. This was just to good to be true, but it was true, and once again we were on our way.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, we arrived in Palm Harbor, Florida late that evening with $2.35 to spare. Daddy, Janie, and her three boys left within a day or so on a Greyhound Bus going back to Pulaski. Betty and I lived in Palm Harbor until we moved to Portsmouth, Va. In 1963.

It seems that my Daddy always knew what to do when faced with a problem. He was always confident, I can never remember him being depressed. He was a strong man, He put his complete faith and trust in God, I know that in this case it had to be, the quiet prayer, the faith in God, and the pound of lard.
[The Hulion Family Tree2.FTW]

Jim and Betty Nixon's Home Away From Home

I am a phosphate miner employed with IMC/Agrico Company, my hobbies are computing, gardening, and more computing. My wife is a fulltime homemaker, who has devoted her entire life to God, me, our children, and our grandchildren. I know that God comes first in her life , in what order the others fall, I'm not sure. Family is the most important thing in this life to me, without family I have nothing. We live on a 6 acre plot of land that we call home, located just south of Mulberry, Florida in the central part of the state. We have found computing and surfing the WWW an awesome experience.

A Quiet Prayer, A Little Faith (and a pound of lard)

Written by
Jim Nixon

My Father's faith and trust in God was unmatched by anyone I know, that is; with the possible exception of my Mother. He also had a solution for every problem, I cannot ever remember of having tried anything that he suggested and have it not work. I can remember him putting a piece of fat pork on a sore on my foot to draw out the infection from a splinter, and there was absolutely nothing that a little rubbing alcohol wouldn't cure, or at least make it feel better. A lot of his remedies to things may have been based on fact, but I'm sure some of it was his belief that God helps them that helps themselves, so after putting his faith in God he would put his wit to work. Perhaps the best example of faith and wit that I can recall took place in the early part of 1962.

My sister Janie was living in Palm Harbor, Florida and was not doing to well, Daddy wanted to go see her and I was just looking for an excuse to leave Pulaski, Virginia. I had an old car that I had just got from Popey McRoberts. I traded him this brand new state of the art electric guitar that I had only purchased (on credit of course) a short while back for his 1949 Plymouth. The old car had a connecting rod knocking in the engine, but the guitar needed a set of strings so we both were happy.

I spent the biggest part of the morning getting my finances together, I had made arrangements with Rough Runyon who ran a grocery store to let me have some money. Daddy would pick up my last paycheck from work when he returned from Florida and pay him back. If my memory serves me well I had a total of $34.00. We finished packing the car with all our worldly possessions, said our Good-bye's and hit the road in the afternoon. Besides having all the money one could possibly need, I might also mention that Betty was in her fourth month of pregnancy with our first child.

We had not gone to far when a slight problem arose, the fan belt jumped off the water pump and generator pulley. No big deal, the belt was okay, I just put it back on and tightened the adjustment rod, should stay on now. It seems that we had not gone to much farther and the belt come off again. Must not have got it tight enough, I replaced it in short order and was on our merry way. Oh shoot!!!! it's off again I told Daddy, and he immediately replied, "stop at the next grocery store and get a pound of lard." A pound of what?? I asked. Lard, he said; just put a little lard on the belt and it will stay on. One thing I learned a long time ago, and that was to listen to Daddy. While the lard did not completely cure the problem it sure helped, I could get at least a hundred miles to the spoon of lard before the belt jumped off and had to be greased again.

It was well past midnight, and after several lard stops and one to adjust the clutch linkage which had loosened up, I was tired and sleepy. Daddy had slept some and said that he would drive a while so I could get some rest. Since motels was for only those people who had a little more money than I had, there was little choice. The rod knocking in the engine was ever present, it was a slight soft knock but never the less, a knock. I had been driving at a blazing speed of 45 MPH and the engine seemed to do well. Before I turned the driving over to Daddy I suggested that he not exceed the 45 MPH speed that I had been driving.

The sign read, Monks Corner, a town in South Carolina, not impressive but just another town along the two lane highway headed south. I had just woke up from a much needed sleep and the old car seemed to be running all right. We stopped to get gas, take care of natures call, and grease up the fan belt with lard. I climbed back under the wheel and could only hope that the remainder of the trip would go well. I don't recall how many miles that Daddy drove but it was several. I was cruising along at the magic 45 MPH when Daddy remarked "pick up the speed a little, while you were a sleep I poured on the coal, it will take it." The car did seem to be doing all right but I still maintained the reduced speed.

We had just entered the town of Woodbine, Georgia and was about to cross a little metal bridge when it happened. The slight soft knock had suddenly been replaced with a loud hammer like sound, and I became sick, my worse fear had become a reality. The rod bearing had loosened up and the engine could not go on. I stopped in a parking lot of some local business and opened the trunk of the car to get out my tool box, Daddy asked what was I going to do, I told him I was
going to pull the oil pan off and see if I might be able to fix the loose rod bearing. After a moment of silence Daddy replied, "No, let's just drive down the road a little piece." All I could feel was hopelessness and could only wonder what earthly good that would do, but again, I did what Daddy suggested.

Slowly, very slowly I drove down the highway, we could not have gone over a couple of miles when Daddy spotted a County Sheriff parked in front of what appeared to be a small country garage with a few old cars parked out front. The Sheriff was sitting in his car talking to the owner of the property. Daddy said to stop and talk to the man about a car. I approached the two men and told them of our problems. The owner of the property asked how much money I had. I replied that all I had was $14.00 left and that I needed it for gas. He then asked if I had anything besides the car that I could trade. After talking to Betty and taking inventory of our belongings I told him that we had an electric coffee pot, a toaster, and two fishing rods and reels all of which I had just bought.(on credit of course) The man said that he could not help me. The Sheriff asked where we were headed and I told him the whole story including the part about the sick sister and a pregnant wife. He told me to follow him in his car, and I asked him to please drive slow.

We turned around and headed back into the direction from which we had come, again not to far down the road we pulled into the front of this large house nestled among some tall pine trees. Sitting in his yard was this maroon colored 1949 Fleetline Chevrolet, he told me that it was his fishing car and that the engine was not running on but five of the six cylinders, but it was just a bad spark plug. He said that he would be willing to trade with me for my car and the items mentioned. After signing over the titles and loading up the car we were ready to resume our trip. He told me that just down the road I would see a store and that I could get a spark plug there. We stopped at the store, and sure enough, after replacing the one spark plug the engine purred like a kitten. This was just to good to be true, but it was true, and once again we were on our way.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, we arrived in Palm Harbor, Florida late that evening with $2.35 to spare. Daddy, Janie, and her three boys left within a day or so on a Greyhound Bus going back to Pulaski. Betty and I lived in Palm Harbor until we moved to Portsmouth, Va. In 1963.

It seems that my Daddy always knew what to do when faced with a problem. He was always confident, I can never remember him being depressed. He was a strong man, He put his complete faith and trust in God, I know that in this case it had to be, the quiet prayer, the faith in God, and the pound of lard. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD.

He was married to Betty Marie SHOFFNER in 1959. Children were: Joni Marie NIXON , Jackie Lynn NIXON, James Richard , Jr. NIXON.

bullet James Richard , Jr. NIXON was born in 1970. He died in 1970. Parents: James Richard (Jimmy) NIXON and Betty Marie SHOFFNER .

bullet Janie Darlleen NIXON was born on 30 Sep 1935. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD .

She was married to Melvin Lee MCCLENNEY in 1952. Children were: Michael Lee MCCLENNEY, Dennis MCCLENNEY, Larry Douglas MCCLENNEY.

bullet John Lindsey NIXON was born in 1868. He died in 1900. Parents: Quinton NIXON and Elizabeth Janie JONES.

bullet Johnny Lee NIXON was born on 4 Jan 1950 in Winston-Salem, N. C.. Egg Salad Sandwiches
Written by
Johnny Nixon

It was early summer 1968, the sun was hot and burning my skin. I was working with a road crew laying pipe on a job that my dad had gotten for me. I was making minimum wages, but was only working for a few weeks before leaving for the armed forces.

I sat down at 12:00 to eat my lunch. I always had the best of lunches because my sandwiches were made by the greatest woman in the world, my mother. I was excited to find in that brown paper bag two of the best looking egg salad sandwiches that a man could ever want. Mom knew that this was my favorite and had often packed them in my lunch. I took a large bite of the first sandwich, it sounded like I broke every tooth in my mouth. "O no, egg shells I exclaimed". Moms eyes were getting bad, she had missed the majority of the egg shells and innocently mixed them into the salad, and then spread them onto the sandwich.
Mom and I laughed about it later that evening. I never thought that Egg Salad Sandwiches would play an important part in my future, but I was mistaken. I found myself a few years later in the Republic of Vietnam. I was an ammunition clerk until we lost our depot to the enemy and we were all pulled into the infantry. Times started getting real bad but I never let my Mother know in the daily letters I would write home.
Six months into Vietnam we were choppered back to Battalion Headquarters where I was greeted by my Company Commander. "Nixon why haven't you been writing home to your folks?" he asked. I stated that I had been writing everyday. "Well the Red Cross is on the phone, your parents are worried about you, get in my office" He made a few calls and found out that the C-130's that carried the mail were also being used to drop bombs in North Vietnam. A lot of them were shot down and a some of my mail was not readable. My Commander told me he would contact the Red cross, and that I would have to talk to them.
The man on the other end of the line asked "Mr. Nixon is there one thing that I can tell your parents that would convince them that you were still alive?" I stated "yes sir, there is one thing that comes to mind, tell My mom, I do not like Egg Salad Sandwiches". He was a little confused but I knew that 13,000 miles away a mother would know her son was ok.[The Hulion Family Tree2.FTW]

Egg Salad Sandwiches
Written by
Johnny Nixon

It was early summer 1968, the sun was hot and burning my skin. I was working with a road crew laying pipe on a job that my dad had gotten for me. I was making minimum wages, but was only working for a few weeks before leaving for the armed forces.

I sat down at 12:00 to eat my lunch. I always had the best of lunches because my sandwiches were made by the greatest woman in the world, my mother. I was excited to find in that brown paper bag two of the best looking egg salad sandwiches that a man could ever want. Mom knew that this was my favorite and had often packed them in my lunch. I took a large bite of the first sandwich, it sounded like I broke every tooth in my mouth. "O no, egg shells I exclaimed". Moms eyes were getting bad, she had missed the majority of the egg shells and innocently mixed them into the salad, and then spread them onto the sandwich.
Mom and I laughed about it later that evening. I never thought that Egg Salad Sandwiches would play an important part in my future, but I was mistaken. I found myself a few years later in the Republic of Vietnam. I was an ammunition clerk until we lost our depot to the enemy and we were all pulled into the infantry. Times started getting real bad but I never let my Mother know in the daily letters I would write home.
Six months into Vietnam we were choppered back to Battalion Headquarters where I was greeted by my Company Commander. "Nixon why haven't you been writing home to your folks?" he asked. I stated that I had been writing everyday. "Well the Red Cross is on the phone, your parents are worried about you, get in my office" He made a few calls and found out that the C-130's that carried the mail were also being used to drop bombs in North Vietnam. A lot of them were shot down and a some of my mail was not readable. My Commander told me he would contact the Red cross, and that I would have to talk to them.
The man on the other end of the line asked "Mr. Nixon is there one thing that I can tell your parents that would convince them that you were still alive?" I stated "yes sir, there is one thing that comes to mind, tell My mom, I do not like Egg Salad Sandwiches". He was a little confused but I knew that 13,000 miles away a mother would know her son was ok. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD .

He was married to Susan Gail THURMAN in 1974. Children were: Laurie Gail NIXON, Johnny Lee , Jr. NIXON.

bullet Johnny Lee , Jr. NIXON was born on 16 Mar 1986 in Roanoke, Virginia. Parents: Johnny Lee NIXON and Susan Gail THURMAN.

bullet Joni Marie NIXON was born in 1962. Parents: James Richard (Jimmy) NIXON and Betty Marie SHOFFNER.

She was married to Lamar Dee RITENOUR in 1980. Children were: Christina Diane RITENOUR, James Lamar RITENOUR.

bullet Joseph NIXON was born in 1916. He died in 1972. Parents: Aaron Francis NIXON and Mattie Virginia STROUPE .

bullet Joshua Lane NIXON was born on 29 Jul 1982. Parents: Ronald William NIXON and Candice J. COUNTS .

bullet Laurie Gail NIXON was born on 9 Jul 1974 in Portsmouth, Virginia. Parents: Johnny Lee NIXON and Susan Gail THURMAN.

bulletLeonard NIXON. Parents: Aaron Francis NIXON and Mattie Virginia STROUPE.

bulletLucy NIXON was born in 1901. She died in 1976. Parents: Aaron Francis NIXON and Mattie Virginia STROUPE .

bulletMargaret Ruth Nixon was born on 26 Feb 1930 in Pulaszi, Virginia. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD .

Children were: Jerry Douglas Hulion, Jerry Douglas Hulion.

Children were: Nancy Carol Hulion, Peggy Ann Hulion, Bobby Gay Hulion, Nancy Carol Hulion, Peggy Ann Hulion, Bobby Gay Hulion.

She was married to Harold Lloyd Hulion on 17 Dec 1951 in Portsmouth, Virginia. Children were: Nancy Carol Hulion , Peggy Ann Hulion, Bobby Gay Hulion, Jerry Douglas Hulion, Roger Lloyd Hulion, Nancy Carol Hulion, Peggy Ann Hulion, Bobby Gay Hulion, Jerry Douglas Hulion.

bullet Mark Allen NIXON was born on 3 Apr 1956. Parents: Emory William (Bill) , Jr. NIXON and Bertha Marie HICKS .

Children were: Christopher Micheal NIXON.

bulletMary Elizabeth (Libby) NIXON was born on 17 Dec 1936. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD .

Children were: Jeffery Steven GILBERT.

Children were: Karen Sue GILBERT, Richard Dale GILBERT, Norman Dewayne GILBERT , Jeffery Steven GILBERT.

Children were: Sherry Dawn NIXON.

bulletMildred Glenna NIXON was born in 1943. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD.

She was married to Albert Clarence KISER in 1958. Children were: Ritchard Albert KISER, Robyn Lynn KISER.

bullet Q. W. NIXON was born in 1907. He died in 1952. Parents: Aaron Francis NIXON and Mattie Virginia STROUPE .

bullet Quinton NIXON was born on 15 Jun 1831. He died on 21 Mar 1914 in Grays Chapel, North Carolina.

He was married to Elizabeth Janie JONES on 6 Apr 1857 in Randolph, NC. Children were: Zeb NIXON, Betty NIXON, Aaron Francis NIXON, Thomas NIXON, John Lindsey NIXON, David NIXON, A. Tyson NIXON.

bullet Ronald William NIXON was born on 22 Dec 1958. Parents: Emory William (Bill) , Jr. NIXON and Bertha Marie HICKS.

He was married to Candice J. COUNTS in 1980. Children were: Joshua Lane NIXON, Caleb Andrew NIXON.

bullet Sadie Lillian NIXON was born in 1920. She died in 1921. Parents: Zeb NIXON and Alice (Wife of Zeb NIXON).

bullet Sherry Dawn NIXON was born in 1965. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD. Parents: Kenneth Eugene NUCKLES and Mary Elizabeth (Libby) NIXON.

She was married to Joel David KRETZER in 1980. Children were: Angela Dawn KRETZER, Timothy David KRETZER.

bullet Shirley Arbutus NIXON was born on 14 Feb 1946. Parents: Emory William , Sr. NIXON and Eliza Ruth WARD .

She was married to Leslie H. GRIGGS in 1966. Children were: Cynthia Darlene GRIGGS, Cheryl Diane GRIGGS.

bullet Teresa Carol NIXON was born on 12 Aug 1952. Parents: Emory William (Bill) , Jr. NIXON and Bertha Marie HICKS.

She was married to Donald O. THOMPSON in 1971. Children were: Jason Andrew THOMPSON , Dorothy Marie THOMPSON, Rebekah Shawn THOMPSON, Curtis Samual THOMPSON .

bullet Thomas NIXON was born in 1866. He died in 1942. Parents: Quinton NIXON and Elizabeth Janie JONES.

bullet Violet NIXON Parents: Everett NIXON and Annie STEEL.

bullet Winfred NIXON Parents: Aaron Francis NIXON and Mattie Virginia STROUPE.

bullet Zeb NIXON Parents: Quinton NIXON and Elizabeth Janie JONES.

Children were: Sadie Lillian NIXON.

bulletAleatha NIXSON.

bulletSuzanne NMN.

She was married to Heath Christian NICHOLS in Fort Walton Beach, Florida.

bullet Elbon Salmon Noble was born in 1850. He died between 1881 and 1941.

He was married to Julia A Beckwith between 1881 and 1916.

bullet Eliza Ann Noble was born in 1853. She died between 1885 and 1947.

She was married to Sylvester Beckwith in 1870. Children were: Ralph A Beckwith, Harris Beckwith, George Beckwith.

bullet Elizabeth Noble was born between 1664 and 1720. She died between 1741 and 1809.

She was married to Samuel Loomis on 25 Oct 1738.

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