The Price, Blakemore, Hamblen, Skipwith, and allied lines : descendants of English, French, Spanish, and Italian kings and sureties of the Magna Carta, A.D. 534-1992

954 Pages·1992·59.3 MB·English

by  Price, Jay Berry, 1915-

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THE PRICE, BLAKEMORE, HAMBLEN,
SKIPWITH AND ALLIED LINES
DESCENDANTS OF ENGLISH, FRENCH,
SPANISH AND ITALIAN KINGS
AND
SURETIES OF THE MAGNA CHARTA,
A.D. 534-1992
By
Mayor Jay Berry Price
Edited By
Harry Hollingsworth,
Certified Genealogist and Registered Genealogist
P.O. Box 52527 • Knoxville, TN 37950
1992
Copyright © 1992
Printed and bound in the United States of America. All rights reserved. No part
of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical
means including information storage and retrieval systems without permission
in writing from the author, except by a reviewer, who may quote passages in a
review.
Published by Tennessee Valley Publishing, P.O. Box 52527, Knoxville, Tennessee
37950
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 91-65719
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to:
My Father, JOHN BERRY PRICE, and to my Mother, NANCY ALICE
GIPSON PRICE, for their teaching me the gifts of our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ, and giving me my sense of duty to my God and to my
country.
And to my
"Uncle Art," ARTHUR BENNETT PRICE, for my love of my greater
family and its history, the testimony of which is found in this book.
And to my
Wife, GERTRUDE MARGARET LYDON PRICE, who supported me
in forty years of searching court house records and cemeteries.
Mayor Jay Berry Price
6900 Crafton Avenue
Bell, California 90201
Phone [phone]
December 1991
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POEM BY NANCY ALICE PRICE (1952- )
"GENTLEMAN"
j[ once met a gentleman, he preached of love and being free.
At that time it meant nothing at all to me.
I heard that this gentleman gave his life for the price of setting men free.
Yet still it meant nothing at all to me.
As I was walking down a path, I came across again that gentleman.
This time I stopped and asked how could it be.
But he only smiled and touched my hand.
I saw great pain in his face, but then I knew at that moment,
this gentleman had set me free.
NANCY ALICE PRICE
1983
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