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Found at findagrave.com on 7/7/2020
Barbara Culp McKinney
Birth: 1733 Pennsylvania, USA
Death: 1782 (aged 4849) Chester County, South Carolina, USA
Burial: Burnt Meeting House Church CemeteryChester County, South Carolina, USA
Memorial #: 7975042
Bio:
Barbara Culp McKinney's parents were Hans Casper and Anna Phillis CULP. Barbara married William McKinney. In 1761, she was attacked by Indians, stripped naked, scalped, and left for dead. She later somewhat recovered and bore several children. Their children were Hannah and Mary McKinney.See Hans Culp at: Find A Grave Memorial# 18013570
Family Members
Parents
Hans Casper Culp 1692-1770
Anna Alcordas Phillis Kolb Culp 1710-1764
Spouse
William McKinney 1729-1785
Siblings
Benjamin Culp 1741-1819
John Kolb Culp 1750-1809
Children
Mary McKinney McFadden 1767-1856
Created by: Edward Lanham (46501776)
Added: 11 Oct 2003
URL: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7975042/mck
Citation: Find a Grave, database and images (https://www.findagrave.com : accessed 07 July 2020), memorial page for Barbara Culp McKinney (17331782), Find a Grave Memorial no. 7975042, citing Burnt Meeting House Church Cemetery, Chester County, South Carolina, USA ; Maintained by Edward Lanham (contributor 46501776) .
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found at http://www.mendheim-usa.com/web/hckolbdesc/pafg02.htm#981
4. Barbara Culp (Hans Kaspar (Casper) ) was born about 1733 in Bucks Co. PA. She died after 1782 in Camden District, SC.
During the time of the Indian war Barbara (Culp) McKinney, was scalpedin the ?wilderness? of South Carolina by Cherokees and survived.Elizabeth F. Ellet tells her story in ?The Women of The AmericanRevolution? written in 1850.
Barbara married William McKinney son of Patrick McKinney and (Mary) Patrick McKinney Wife about 1752 in Craven Co. SC. William was born about 1729. He died on 27 Apr 1785 in Chester County, South Carolina.
DAR descendants of William McKinney
Shirley A. Williamson 433622
Lucille O. McBride 449687
Sarah O. Walker 454619
Will dated 11-20-1782 and estate appraised 9-25-1784
Will names sons: John, William, James, Henry
daughters: Hanna and Mary who was stated to be a minor.
According to LDS microfilm records, William was born in Scotland, theson of Patrick and Mary McKinney. He came to the US, lived briefly inFrederick Co Va
other source says death in 1787
William and Barbara had the following children:
17 M i John McKinney was born in 1753 in Chester County, South Carolina. He died in 1770/1843 in Monroe Co. MS.
John married Frances (Fannie) Jordan 1 daughter of Henry Jordan and Frances Rives. Frances was born 2 in 1791.
+ 18 M ii William McKinney was born in 1755. He died in 1842.
+ 19 M iii Henry McKinney was born about 1756. He died about 1813.
20 F iv Elizabeth McKinney was born in 1759.
Elizabeth married James Cargel. James was born about 1820 in Scotland.
+ 21 F v Hannah McKinney was born on 1 Nov 1761. She died in 1839.
+ 22 F vi Mary McKinney was born on 3 Dec 1767. She died in 1856.
+ 23 M vii James McKinney was born in 1768. He died in 1844.
24 M viii Joseph McKinney.
Joseph married FNU Robbins.
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According to www.davidculp.com research:
Barbara was scalped by Indians.
married ??? McKinney
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See Also http://www.ejlanham.com/LifeontheFrontier
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found at http://www.ejlanham.com/LifeontheFrontier
Life On The Frontier
The Story Of Barbara Culp McKinney
Indian Territory
Chester District, South Carolina
1761
Home
Barbara Culp McKinney's grave at Burnt Meeting House Church
Cemetery, Chester Co., SC.
While researching the genealogy of my Patrick family, I became obsessed in learning more about our
descendants before James Patrick, the private tutor of Mrs. Anna Morrison (Stonewall) Jackson. What
I found was absolutely fascinating.
They came across the big water from Ireland, England, Scotland, and Germany. Their names were
Kolb (Kolbs Farm on the Kennesaw Mtn. Battlefield), Culp (Culps Hill at Gettysburg), Abendschon,
Adams, Banks, Bell, Benton, Chileab, Hamilton, Ferguson, Ferris, Abendschon, Bailey, Hyatt, Ivey,
Jordan, Lawrence, Leighton, Lewis, Mayer, Morton, McFadden, Mumforde, Nunnery, Patton,
Partridge, Pollock, Price, Ringgold, Schumacker, Simpson, Smith, Stubbleson, Tribble, Vaughan,
Waite, Waters, White, Williams, Winston, and Woodson. They also came from America. Yes, I said
America, American Indian from our McDaniel line.
In our family tree have three veterans of the French-Indian Wars, eleven in the Revolutionary War (one
was a Tory), two in the War of 1812, two in the Mexican War, and one hundred seventy-four in the
Civil War. They range from privates to Generals. Most survived their respective wars, but many did
not. Life on the frontier was hard in those days.
But the one person, out of all those frontier men, that I found the most intriguing was not a man
but a
woman named Barbara Culp McKinney, my 5th Great Aunt. This is her true story as written in the
book Women of the American Revolution.
The little settlement of white settlers had spread over the rich lands on Fishing and Rocky Creeks, the
dwellings being gathered into clusters, of which there were some three or four within a short distance of
each other. Not a great way from Steels and Taylors Forts was another settlement consisting of a
few families, among which were those of William McKenny and his brother James. These lived near
Fishing Creek. In the summer of 1761, sixteen Indians, with some squaws of the Cherokee tribe, took
up their abode for several weeks near what is called Simpsons Shoals, for the purpose of hunting and
fishing during the hot months. In August, the two McKennys being absent on a journey to Camden,
Williams wife, Barbara, was left alone with several young children. One day she saw the Indian
women running towards her house in great haste, followed by the men. She had no time to offer
resistance; the squaws seized her and the children, pulled them into the house, and shoved them behind
the door, where they immediately placed themselves on guard, pushing back the Indians as fast as they
tried to force their way in, and uttering the most fearful outcries. Mrs. McKenny concluded it was their
intention to kill her, and expected her fate every moment. The assistance rendered by the squaws,
whether given out of compassion for a lonely mother, or in return for kindness shown them, --proved
effectual for her protection till the arrival of one of the chiefs, who drew his long knife and drove off the
savages. The mother, apprehending another attack, went to some of her neighbors and entreated them
to come and stay with her. Robert Brown and Joanna his wife, Sarah Ferguson, her daughter Sarah
and two sons, and a young man named Michael Melbury, came in compliance with her request, and
took up their quarters in the house. The next morning Mrs. McKenny ventured out alone to milk her
cows. It had been her practice heretofore to take some of the children with her, and she could not
explain why she went alone this time, though she was not free from apprehension, it seemed to be so by
a special ordering of Providence. While she was milking, the Indians crept towards her on their hands
and knees; she heard not their approach, nor knew anything till they seized her. Sensible at once of all
the horror of her situation, she made no effort to escape, but promised to go quietly with them. They
then set off towards the house, holding her fast by the arm. She had the presence of mind to walk as
far off as possible from the Indian who held her, expecting Melbury to fire as they approached her
dwelling. As they came up, he fired, wounding the one who held Mrs. McKenny; she broke from his
hold and ran, and another Indian pursued and seized her. At this moment she was just at her own
door, which John Ferguson imprudently opening that she might enter, the Indians shot him dead as he
presented himself. His mother ran to him and received another shot in her thigh, of which she died in a
few days. Melbury, who saw that all their lives depended on prompt action, dragged them from the
door, fastened it, and repairing to the loft, prepared for a vigorous defense. There were in all, five
guns. Sarah Ferguson loaded for him while he kept up a continual fire, aiming at the Indians wherever
one could be seen.
Determined to effect their object of forcing an entrance, some of the savages came very near the house,
keeping under cover of an outhouse in which Brown and his wife had taken refuge, not being able on
the alarm, to get into the house. They had crept into a corner and were crouched there close to the
boarding. One of the Indians, coming up, leaned against the outside, separated from them only by a
few boards, the crevices between which probably enabled them to see him. Mrs. Brown proposed to
take a sword that lie by them and run the savage through the body, but her husband refused; he
expected death, he said, every moment, and did not wish to go out of the world having his hands
crimsoned with the blood of any fellow creature. Let me die in peace, were his words, with all the
world. Joanna, though in the same peril, could not respond to the charitable feeling. If I am to die,
she said, I should like first to send some of the redskins on their journey. But we are not so sure we
have to die dont you hear the crack of Melburys rifle? He holds the house. I warrant you, that
redskin looked awfully scared as he leaned against the corner here. We could have done it in a
moment.
Mrs. McKenny, meanwhile, having failed to get into her house, had been again seized by the Indians,
and desperately regardless of here own safety, was doing all in her power to help her besieged friends.
She would knock the priming out of the guns carried by the savages, and when they presented them to
fire would throw them up, so that the discharge might prove harmless. She was often heard to say,
afterwards, that all fear had left her, and she thought only of those within the building, for she expected
for herself neither deliverance nor mercy. Melbury continued to fire whenever one of the enemy
appeared; they kept themselves, however, concealed, for the most part, behind trees or the outhouse.
Several were wounded by his cool and well-directed shots, and at length, tired of the contest, the
Indians retreated, carrying Mrs. McKenny with them. She now resisted with all her strength, preferring
instant death to the more terrible fate of a captive in the hands of the fierce Cherokees. Her refusal to
go forward irritated her captors, and when they had dragged her about half a mile, near a rock upon
the plantation now occupied by John Culp, she received a second blow with the tomahawk which
stretched her insensible upon the ground. When after some time consciousness returned, she found
herself lying upon the rock, to which she had been dragged from the spot where she fell. She was
stripped naked, and her scalp had been taken off. By degrees the knowledge of her condition, and the
desire of obtaining help came upon her. She lifted up her head, and looking around, saw the wretches
who had so cruelly mangled her, pulling ears of corn from a field near, to roast for their meal. She laid
her head quickly down again, well knowing that if they saw her alive, they would not be slack in coming
for finish the work of death. Thus she lay motionless till all was silent, and she found they were gone;
then with great pain and difficulty she dragged herself back to the house. It may be imagined with what
feelings the unfortunate woman was received by her friends and children, and how she met the
bereaved mother wounded unto death, who had suffered for her attempt to save others. One of the
blows received by Mrs. McKenny had made a deep wound in her back; the others were upon her
head. When her wounds had been dressed as well as was practicable, Melbury and the others assisted
her to a bed. Brown and his brave wife having then joined the little garrison, preparations were made
for defense in case of another attack the guns were all loaded and placed ready for use, and
committing the house to the care of the Browns, Melbury sallied forth, rifle in hand, and took to the
woods. He made his way directly, and as quickly as possible, to Taylors Fort at Landsford. The men
there, informed of what had happened, immediately set about preparations for pursuing the treacherous
Indians who had thus violated the implied good faith of neighbors by assailing an unprotected woman.
The next morning a number of the, well armed, started for the Indian encampment at the shoals. The
Cherokees were gone; but the indignant pursuers took up the trail, which they followed as far as Broad
River. Here they saw the Indians on the other side, but did not judge it expedient to pursue them
further, or provoke an encounter.
In the meantime William McKenny had reason for uneasiness in his absence from home; for he knew
that the Indians had been at the shoals some time, nor was the deceitful and cruel character of the tribe
unknown to him. He was accustomed long afterwards to tell of the warning conveyed to him while on
his road to Camden; two nights in succession he dreamed of losing his hat, and looking upon this as an
omen of evil, became so uncomfortable that he could proceed no further. Taking one of the horses out
of the wagon, he mounted and rode homeward at his utmost speed. Reaching his own house a little
after dark, he was admitted by the women as soon as he made himself known. The scene that greeted
his eyes was one truly heart-rending; the slain man, John Ferguson, still lay there, and in the same
apartment the dying mother and Mrs. McKenny, more like one dead than living, mangled almost past
recognition- the blood still gushing from her wounds, and drenching the pillows on which she lay. No
fictitious tragedy could surpass the horrors of this in real life.
Days later a group of men from the area trailed the Indians within miles of the Cherokee Nation. One of
the men, Thomas Garett, killed the Indian that scalped Mrs. McKinney and actually found her scalp in
the Indians shot bag.
The wounds in Mrs. McKennys head never healed entirely; but continued to break out occasionally,
so that the blood flowing from them stained the bed at night, and sometimes fragments of bone came
off; nevertheless, she lived many years afterwards and bore several children. She was at the time with
child, and in about three months gave birth to a daughter-Hannah, afterwards married to John
Stedman- living in Tennessee in 1827. This child was plainly marked with a tomahawk and drops of
blood, as if running down the side of her face. The families of McKenny and McFadden residing on
Fishing Creek, are descended from this Barbara McKenny; but most of her descendants have
emigrated to the West. The above-mentioned occurrence is narrated in a manuscript in the hand-
writing of her grandson, Robert McFadden.
Several years later, Barbara would be faced with an equal threat in her life that would test her strength
and devotion for her family. For in the near future, the clouds of war would open and pour out eight
years of hell. Once she committed to that war of independence, to retreat was unacceptable, no matter
how imposing the task ahead. The mounting investment in her blood, sweat, and tears influenced a final,
decisive resolution of the great question of the American independence. Thanks to Barbara Culp
McKenny, and others like her, an independent nation was born
The End
Edward Jordan Lanham
4-2001
Credits: Ellet, Elizabeth F.; The Women of the American Revolution
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