We welcome each and every one of you to visit, browse, and explore the vast information that Jerry Penley and his family have gathered over the years. We regret to inform you that Jerry Penley, loving husband, wonderful father, cherished sibling, and an all around fabulous kind soul, passed away near Easter in 2006. We of course will continue to keep this website going, along with all of the fascinating information that Jerry knew so well. As no one really knew the depths to which Jerry was able to extend, we really aren't in a situation to keep the Genealogy updated. We ask that you keep this in mind as you stroll through history. You may still contact us, and we will do what we can to accommodate your questions and comments.
The Penley Family August 2007
and welcome to our family tree!
As we like to say here in the mountains, "come in and sit
The Penley genealogy button will take you to my wife's
and my lines. My wife and I have compiled the
information in this area over a 35 year period.
The Wigton-Walker button takes you to the section that
I compiled from Emma S. White's book published in 1902.
Carrie Penley ©1996
carpenter was helping me restore an old
farm-house and finished up a rough first day on the
job. A flat tire lost an hour of work, his electric saw
quit, and now his ancient pick-up truck refused to
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On
arriving, he invited me to meet his family. As we
walked toward his home, he paused briefly at a small
tree, touching the tips of the branches with both
Then, opening the door, he underwent an amazing
transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in
smiles, he hugged his two small children and gave
his wife a happy kiss.
After our visit he walked me to the car. We passed
the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I
asked him about what I saw him do earlier.
"Oh that's my 'Trouble Tree.' I know I can't help
having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure---
Troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and
children. So I just hang'em on the tree every night
when I come home; then in the morning, I pick them
up. Funny thing is, when I come out in the morning
to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as I
remember hanging up the night before."
inhabitants of this place have been stricken with
Genealogy Fever, a deadly and infectious disease.
Symptoms: Notepapers stuffed in pockets and files;
heart palpitations at the sight of gravestones and old
trunks filled with letters; bloodshot eyes from
excessive microfilm exposure; erratic speech
patterns punctuated with pilgrims and princes; cold
sweat upon the arrival of the daily mail.
The Story Tellers.....
We are the chosen. My feelings are in each
family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors.
We are the story tellers of the tribe. All
tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes.
This Old House
This ole house once knew my children
This ole house once knew my wife
This ole house was home and comfort
as we fought the storms of life
This ole house once rang with laughter
This ole house heard many shouts
Now she trembles in the darkness
When the lightnin' walks about
This ole house is a-gettin' shaky
This ole house is a-gettin' old
This ole house lets in the rain
This ole house lets in the cold
On my knees I'm gettin' chilly
But I feel no fear nor pain
'Cause I see an angel peekin'
Through a broken window pane
This ole house is afraid of thunder
This ole house is afraid of storms
This ole house just groans and trembles
When the night wind flings its arms
This old house is gettin' feeble
This ole house is needin' paint
Just like me its tuckered out
But I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints
Song by Tennessee Ernie Ford