Brunswick County, Virginia Court 26 May 1783

This writing was produced as the last will and Testament Of Robert Wright decd and on examining sundry witnesses the Court are of opinion the same was wholy wrote by the Testator and that same ought to be recorded as his true last will and Testament, and the Executors therein named having refused to act on the motion of Austin Wright and he having given bond with security and taken the oath according to Law Certificate is granted him for obtaining letters of Administration of the said estate with this his will annexed.

Teste:

Ead Drury Stith

Submitted by: Mrs. Cecil (Ruth Featherston) Parker (deceased 7 Dec 1992)

ABSTRACTS OF NORTH CAROLINA WILLS 1690-1760 by Grimel

Daniel Pimbrough

22 Apr 1688. 2 Aug 1688. Legatees: Elizabeth Lillington, William Calloway, son of Caleb Calloway, William and Elizabeth Fetterton, children of William Fetterton. Executor: Caleb Calloway. Wits: Alexr. Lillington, John Durant, Robert Herman. Proven before Daniel Akehurst and Edward Mayo.

GRANDMA CLIMBED THE FAMILY TREE

There's been a change in Grandma, we've noticed of late
She's always reading history, or jotting down some date.
She's tracing back the family, we'll all have pedigrees,
Grandma's got a hobby, she's Climbing Family Trees. ...

Poor Grandpa does the cooking, and now, or so he states
He even has to wash the cups and dinner plates.
Well, Grandma can't be bothered, she's busy as a bee
Compiling genealogy for the Family Tree.

She has no time to baby-sit, the curtains are a fright
No buttons left on Grandpa's shirts, the flower bed's a sight
She's given up her club work, the serials on TV
The only thing she does nowadays is climb that Family Tree.

The mail is all for Grandma, it comes from near and far-
Last week she got the proof she needs to join the DAR.
A monumental project -to that we all agree,
A worthwhile avocation -to climb the Family Tree.

She wanders through the graveyard in search of date and name-
The rich, the poor, the in between, all sleeping there the same.
She pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze
That blows above the Fathers of all our Family Trees.