Virginia Lee Beeson (1912-1991) was the daughter of Thomas Shuman Beeson.
Thomas Shuman Beeson (1866-1940) was the son of Joseph Wesley Beeson.
Joseph Wesley Beeson (1837-1905) was the son of Abner Beeson.
Abner Beeson (b. 1795) was the son of Richard Beeson.
Richard Beeson (b. 1751) was the son of William Beeson.
William Beeson (1721-1760) was the son of Rev. Richard Beeson.
Richard Beeson (1684-1777), emigrant from England, was the son of Edward Beeson.
Edward Beeson (1652-1712), emigrant from England, was the son of Thomas Beeson.
Thomas Beeson was born about 1634 in England and died there.

Baron Callis Hiatt Ancestors

Baron Callis Hiatt (1913- 1987) was the son of Jacob Franklin Hiatt (1870 - 1941) and Mary Melissa Atkins (1873 - 1957)

Jacob Franklin Hiatt was the son of Nathan Hiatt (1828 - 1903) and Ruth Elizabeth Brinkley (1838 - 1870)

Nathan Hiatt was the son of Jesse Hiatt (1796? - 1835) and Julia Taylor (1801 - 1892)

Jesse Hiatt was the son of William Hiatt (1762 - 1830) and Elizabeth (maiden name unknown) (1764 - 1818)

William Hiatt was the son of William Hiatt (1735 - 1834) and Susannah Hodgson (1735 - 1782)

William Hiatt was the son of John Hiatt, Jr. (1696? - 1764) and Rachel Wilson (1698 - 1746)

John Hiatt, Jr., was the son of John Hiatt (1677? - 1745?) and Mary Smith (dates unknown)

John Hiatt was a Quaker immigrant who first appears in Pennsylvania in 1699. Family tradition is that he was an associate of William Penn.

HEY HIATT!

It scared me!

We had traveled from Utah to North Carolina to visit my husband's parents, B. C. and Virginia Hiatt, and were given a bedroom at the front of the house. It was a warm night, and the windows were open as we hoped for any kind of breeze.

Papaw drove for Redbird Cab Company. I don't know what hours he usually worked, but at this time he worked a night shift. He picked up a fare, a man he knew who was obviously drunk and apparently just wanted a safe place in which to sleep it off. Papaw loaded him into the cab and drove him around for awhile. Then he decided to come home for breakfast. While he was in the kitchen cooking up some country ham, the man woke up, realized where he was, and came looking for Papaw. It was still very early. He didn't want to bother everybody in the house by knocking on the door, so he started scratching on the window screen and whispering, "Hey Hiatt! Hey Hiatt!"

I woke up in a panic and shook Jack awake. As soon as he realized what was happening, he told me not to worry and went to get his father. Apparently this was not an unusual happening as Papaw had empathy for drunks and helped them whenever he could.

Since that day, if I've wanted to get the attention of a family member without being loud, I whisper, "Hey Hiatt! Hey Hiatt!"

Papaw and the Corn Flakes

(Contributed by bhhiatt, title edited by "Agiani")

It was during the Great Depression. Money and jobs were hard to get. B. C. Hiatt and his brother Claud heard of some work pulling tobacco at a farm several miles away and decided to walk there to pick up a day's work.

Pulling tobacco is hard physical labor, especially in the summer heat; but they did the work, collected their pay, and headed on the long walk back home.

They were very hungry after their day of hard work; and as they passed a small cafe, they decided they would spend a little of their hard-earned money for something to eat.

As they looked at the menu, they noticed a new item called "corn flakes." They had never seen or tasted "corn flakes" but had heard that it was good. The price was reasonable, so they each ordered a serving of "corn flakes." We all know today that cornflakes may taste good but would not be a satisfying meal for a couple of hungry laborers, however it was a new experiece for them. They ate their meal without comment and were soon headed down the road.

After walking a couple of miles, Claud turned to B. C. and said, "The next time you want 'corn flakes,' just open your mouth in the sunshine."

NOTE: If anyone has another version of this story or any additions, please post them.

The Great Potato Race

(Contributed by bhhiatt)

Once when Mamaw and Papaw (Virginia and B.C.) were visiting us (Jack, Barbara, and family), Mamaw offered to help me prepare dinner. Maybe I should say "insisted" rather than "offered" as she always wanted to help others and felt uncomfortable sitting by and letting others ever do anything for her.
I told her all I had left to do was to peel some potatoes. She insisted on helping. I told her I had only one vegetable peeler. She said, "Oh, I don't use one of those things. All I need is a knife."
"You can peel potatoes faster with thinner peelings with a vegatable peeler," I said.
"No you can't."
"Yes you can."
"No you can't."
So I got her a knife, and the great potato race began.
I've never seen anyone peel potatoes like Mamaw could. I almost worked up a sweat with my vegatable peeler trying to keep up with her.
After the potatoes were all peeled, I declared the race a draw.
But I wouldn't swear to it.

Welcome to "Hiatt Family Stories"!

This blog is open to the family of Baron Callis Hiatt (also known as "B. C." or "Red") [1913-1987] and his wife Virginia Lee Beeson Hiatt [1912-1991] of North Carolina and their relatives. (Sometimes known as "Mamaw and Papaw".


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