Readers of The Kentucky Explorer have been introduced to the
Rev. John J. Dickey in past issues. Remember that he was a traveling
preacher throughout the eastern part of the state during the
years between 1880 and 1925. He helped to establish numerous
churches and at least two colleges. He was also a teacher and
a newspaper editor. However, his most enduring gift to us today
may well be his diary that he kept faithfully during some 50
years of his later life beginning in the 1880s. In all, over
6,000 pages written in his own hand make up this interesting
In this journal of his, Dickey often wrote down accounts of events
daily. Much of the material concerns his day to day life. However,
during the late 1890s he began to gather family history on various
families he met in his travels. We are offering these interviews
to our readers in the hope that they will be appreciated in the
sense that Rev. Dickey intended. These interviews were written
word for word as they were given to Rev. Dickey. Nothing has
January 31, 1898, Monday
I was born in Clay County, Kentucky, on February 27, 1815. My
father's name was Abraham Eversole. He was born in North Carolina,
Ashe County. He died of smallpox about the close of the war.
My brothers came from the war on furlough and took smallpox after
they came home. From him they took the disease. They had been
vaccinated and recovered. I was the second child and he was 21
or 22 years old when I was born. This would make him 71 or 72
years old when he died in 1865 or 1866, and would fix his birth
at 1794 or 1795. My grandfather, Jacob Eversole, came from Ashe
County, North Carolina, on New River to the mouth of Cutshin.
They told how the cane would pop when they burned it. I think
my father was 16 or 17 years old at that time. If this be true
it would put their removal to Kentucky about 1810. The country
was new. John Amis (or Amy) was the first settler about the mouth
of Cutshin, but I cannot tell when. John Amis was killed at the
first term of court held in Clay County, which was in 1807.
My grandfather later settled about two-and-one-half miles above
the mouth of Grapevine on the North Fork. My grandfather, Jacob
Eversole, was born in Pennsylvania. He was a wagoner in the Revolutionary
War. In the service he contracted white swelling from a bruise.
He recovered from it but always halted a little in his walk.
He was not grown at the time, just a youth. His father came from
Germany to the United States prior to the American Revolution.
He came to escape the persecution of the Roman Catholics. I suppose
he settled in Pennsylvania. My grandmother Eversole's name was
Mary Kessler. Her father was a weaver. He learned his trade in
Germany and could weave almost any kind of warp. He took his
loom with him wherever he went. He probably brought it with him
from Germany. My grandfather, Jacob Eversole, had brothers. John
and Peter were older than he. Also Chrisly, who was a great wit.
He was in demand of various gatherings to make fun for the crowd.
My grandfather used to tell of a little incident that occurred
in his boyhood. In the entry of the barn they threshed wheat
and rye with flails. One of the boys, perhaps John, fell from
the loft onto the floor of the entry and struck his forehead.
He sprang up and rubbed the grains of wheat off his forehead
that were sticking in the flesh and exclaimed, "Peter, do
you think my neck is broken?"
I do not know how many children my great-grandfather had. Some
of my ancestors, either the Kesslers or the Eversoles, or both,
worked for their passage to America. My grandfather and grandmother
read and spoke the German language. They both spoke bad English.
They lived with my father part of the time. They learned English
after they came to America. Their children spoke German. They
would upbraid each other for speaking improperly. At first they
would tell their children that they were too proud to speak their
mother tongue. When they were old, living with father, I heard
them talk a great deal. They had a German Bible. He was accustomed
to conduct the family devotions at my father's during his residence
there. I have heard him preach several times, but his language
was so broken that it provoked snides. I have heard men say they
would as soon hear him preach as anybody. My grandmother was
a Christian also. They both were members of the Baptist Church.
My grandfather was a Dunkard Baptist and wore his beard. He was
the only man I ever saw wear a beard during his entire lifetime.
I have heard Daniel Duff and William Strong preach. Also I heard
Jesse Bowling, also John Gilbert, who baptized me. My father,
Abraham Eversole, prayed in public. My uncle, Lewis DeWeese,
also prayed in public. He married my aunt, Sallie Eversole. He
was not a preacher. My father preached when he got old. He used
to have a family prayer.
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