Free Genealogy Source for Bibb County, Alabama
Bibb County, Alabama Genealogy
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I am Marsha Bryant, the coordinator for this Bibb County, Alabama site. I was a coordinator for Bibb about 10 years ago and thought I'd do it again! I hope you enjoy your visit. Please email me if you have any suggestions or contributions you would like to make.
Make sure you check the "Research Resources" section! You will find helpful links, look up volunteers and local researchers to help you out.
On Feb 7, 1818, Cahawba County was created from Monroe County by the Alabama Territorial legislature. The name was changed to Bibb County on December 4, 1820 to honor the first governor of Alabama, William Wyatt Bibb. In 1992, the population was 17,175 in a land area of 625 square miles, an average of 27.6 people per square mile. The county seat is located at Centreville. More history...
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ROBERT DRAYTON ROBBINS was born February 12, 1879 in Centreville, Bibb County, Alabama and died June 16, 1944 in Shreveport, Louisiana. He married LENORA M. BEASLEY October 06, 1906 in Commerce, Hunt County, Texas, daughter of SY BEASLEY and IDA STRICKLAND. She was born September 20, 1890 in Groveton, Trinity County, Texas, and died April 23, 1961 in Shreveport, Caddo Parish, Louisiana.
Parents of Walton Sphinx Moore and grandparents of Mary Ella Moore Henderson. L. J. Moore was born 26 Jan. 1852, died 21 Nov. 1935. L. J.'s parents were Noah Moore and Marriann Hicks. On 27 Oct. 1887 L. J. Moore married Mary Ann Pickett. Mary Ann Pickett was born 29 June 1859 and died 27 June 1929. Her father was Michael Pickett and her mother was Elizabeth Lawrence.
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Keep all special thoughts and memories for lifetimes to come. Share these keepsakes with others to inspire hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the future.
Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!
My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
We are the chosen. In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put
flesh on their bones and make them live again. To tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and
approve. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone
before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our
genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find
ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told
the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us.". How many times have I walked up to a
grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting facts. It
goes to who I am, and why I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds
and indifference and saying - I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my
flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish.
How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never
giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride
that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense
understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give
us birth, without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach. That we might
be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of
their existence, because we are they and they are the sum of who we are. So, as a scribe called, I tell the
story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take my place in
the long line of family storytellers. That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young
and old to step up and restore the memory or greet those who we had never known before."
by Della M. Cummings Wright; Rewritten by her granddaughter Dell Jo Ann McGinnis Johnson; Edited and Reworded by Tom Dunn, 1943."
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Coordinator - Marsha Bryant