In 1837, a ten-year-old boy named Washington P. Hawkins embarked on a journey with his family to the Ozarks of Missouri, traveling by oxcart. Wash, as he was affectionately called, happened to be my 3x great grandfather. His family, hailing from Warren County, Tennessee, found themselves in a situation where the encroaching presence of neighbors and civilization had become rather uncomfortable. The old saying "If you could hear your neighbor's dog bark or rooster crow, it was time to move!" applied in this situation. They loaded up the wagons and headed West.
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