Barb Scott Genealolgy Place
J and A Cvach C and WJ Brewer Scott Family Generations AM and TH Pierce

 

Greetings to family, friends and visitors. In the spring of 2000, I took on a summer project--researching the history of my families. By now this summer project has clearly become an ongoing interest, maybe even obsession. This website was constructed with the encouragement of my husband, Joe, and I continue to work on it for my own pleasure and learning. At this time I am creating Ancestor pages for my great-grandparents and grandparents which will include genealogy, pictures and historical information about each family. I hope that you enjoy and take away some useful information.

Special thanks to my husband Joe Huffman who is my own special computer support team. I couldn't do this without him.

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IN LOVING MEMORY

BRUCE FLOYD SCOTT

1945-2002

My cousin Bruce F. Scott blew into my life on Memorial Weekend a few years ago. He and Donna with their R.V. swept my sister and me away to explore Whitman County Cemeteries. He carved our great, great-grandmother's grave out of a lilac bush in the overgrown Lone Pine Cemetery. The town of Lone Pine, a stagecoach stop, had long disappeared when the railroad was built and Tekoa was established in the late 1890s. The cemetery was the only remnant left of Lone Pine, a corner of a wheat field overgrown with lilac bushes, thorn bushes and wild flowers but he went straight to it. Then we took off for Farmington and Mountain View Cemetery where our great-grandparents were buried. We walked the rows and found the sisters of my grandfather who had died in untimely youth or of old age. Donna and he took pictures and notes--he shared his knowledge and he shared his techniques.

Another Memorial Weekend we flew across Whitman County in his R.V.  He had a copy of a 1890 plat map in one hand and the other hand on the steering wheel while we looked for our great-grandfather's homestead and the locations of a single sister's place and a married sister's place. We took back roads and he pointed out deceased towns where only an old bridge or a few houses and grain bins still marked the spot of the small community. Bruce knew where the road diverged from the old map; he pointed out the railroad bed or where the creek was compared to the way the old road must have been routed. There was an old barn on one place and an abandoned house on the other. Bruce knew that the square nails were used in houses in the early 1900s and if a 2 by 4 really measured 2 inches by 4 inches than the house must have built before the turn of the century. 

I really looked forward to spring and the day that my cousin and his companion Donna would arrive so we could take off on another adventure. But Bruce F. Scott left this life on August 26, 2002. I feel sad and cheated that there will be no more Memorial days spent with Bruce, spent flying down Whitman country roads, spent listening to his enthusiasm and knowledge. He died too young. At the same time I am so glad that I got the chance to know my cousin.

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Last update: March 12, 2006
Barbara Scott can be reached at [email protected]