Hunting Demonbreuns

Today the dog and I are off in search of Jean Demonbreun, the youngest son of Timothy and Elizabeth.  I hear he’s up in Coopertown, which will be a lovely drive.

Shoot, there’s a lot of good stuff going on this weekend here in Middle Tennessee. Horses at the Stones River Battlefield. Haunted tours. And (and this one I’m actually sad to be missing) Pit Bull Awareness Day!  People, look at that poster! With my whole heart I want that poster hanging in my house somewhere. If you are in East Nashville today, it is your moral imperative to try to score me a poster.  I mean, look at that, if the white went up her nose onto her forehead, that could be Mrs. W.

And I bet there will be puppies to see. And I’m just saying, there is nothing happier for me than seeing Mrs. W.’s big belly in need of some scratching. I cannot imagine the awesomeness of a pit puppy’s belly.  Holy god.

So, the first few days of my vacation are shaping up thusly: Hunt Demonbreuns (and check out the Fall color) on day one. Day two, pee in a large plastic container all day (which will keep me close to home, obviously). Day three, deliver pee and head off to the state library and archives to hunt for more info on Elizabeth Bennett.

I do have one nagging question.  What happened to Joseph Durard/Durratt? When I thought that reports that Elizabeth was buried on her old property were true, I thought maybe Durard was actually there, not Demonbreun.  But it’s pretty clear now that it’s Jean’s property that was along Little Marrowbone Road and that it was much farther east than the graveyard.  Durard could be buried just about anywhere, one supposes.

And I’ve been thinking about that article that locates Demonbreun’s grave not in the city cemetery, but in the old city cemetery, up near the French Lick. And identifies the body mover not as Elizabeth, but as Jean.  (We know Jean was the one who stuck up a gravestone for her).  This seems right to me.  That, if he was moved, it was by his youngest son.

I also keep thinking about the family stories of Bennett fighting off Indians and of Tim’s wife succumbing to grief after Indians scalped her youngest child.  If Bennett was Native American, it just makes me feel like all those stories are a little more complex than they seem on the surface.

Ooo, speaking of complex families, I was able to confirm for my dad that he did have a relative (a great grandfather) named George Washington Heistand AND that the family stories of him having a brother named Abraham Lincoln Heistand were exactly true. Born in 1864.

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  1. I found this site in a demonbrun search… now I am trying to figure out how to follow the former news letters so I can learn more about the DeMonbreuns!

    Joyce

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