I want to help others searching for their Akins and all other spellings of the name. Below is a narrative about my search for my great great grandfather. Please look at other spellings when you are searching otherwise you may not get very far. Enjoy reading and searching.
Great Great Grandpa
By Eva Jean Akins, Fields, January 8, 1988
Registered Copyright 1988
I began to search in nineteen hundred seventy five,
Beyond Daddy, no other was still alive.
Writing to Dad’s sisters and brothers,
Writing too, Dad’s eighty-two year old Mother,
I wrote a letter to Aunt Bernice,
She was glad to hear from me, her niece.
Didn’t hear a word back from Aunt Faye,
Guess she knew nothing of her father’s day.
Got a reply from Aunt Mary Lou,
She had very little to tell me too.
Sent a letter to Aunt Teeley, you see,
She never did write a letter to me.
Aunt Rosa Bell was already dead,
I couldn’t remember if she’d ever said.
Uncle Bernard was silent too,
He wasn’t telling if he ever knew.
Sent one too, to Uncle Don,
He said his Grandfather was Thomas John.
When I finally heard from Aunt Lucille,
She had a secret about Grandma; she’d been keeping still.
Not to tell, she made me promise,
She said her Grandfather’s name was John Thomas.
She knew the dates of his birth and death,
He was thrown from a horse and lost his breath.
John Thomas was a farmer and a Mason member,
He died in his thirty-seventh year, 1892, November.
He was looking for a missing person, it’s clear.
In 1869, his father, you, chose to disappear.
No one still alive ever heard your name,
It was thought, Alabama, was from you came.
I spent many hours searching at the library,
Looking at microfilm, my eyes weary.
Aunt Lucille finally remembered one day,
Where Grandpa was left when his Mother went away.
He was left with his Aunt “Puss” Aeby,
Her husband’s name was “Lake.” Well Maybe.
Others do not understand in their mind,
Why I’m searching so hard, you to find.
The family never left records on an old shelf,
Sometimes I don’t even understand it myself.
Its something about me, it's in my blood,
I’m not searching for skeletons, or digging for mud.
I wrote letters to all Grandpas' living kin,
Maybe they would help me get started again.
Then one day to the mailbox came this letter,
When I read it I really felt better.
Fact was, I was filled with excitement, I was so pleased,
The letter had come from Lonnie Leonard.
He too had this disease.
One of Grandpa’s cousins I had written too,
Had given my name to Lonnie’s Mother,
She passed it on to him and no other.
A third cousin to me, this Leonard Mister,
His Great Grandmother was Aunt “Puss”,
My Great Grandfather’s sister.
What a wonderful genealogical find,
Now I knew I still had my mind.
The names of other children he had,
To find each other, we were so glad.
Mary Catherine “Puss”, Aunt “Owl”, Uncle Robert “Foot” and Tate.
To talk to Lonnie, I could not wait.
At the Library, I made a search of 1910,
Independence County, Arkansas census' microfilm.
On the film, enumerated with Akins, Joe Tate,
Was Akins, Nancy C., age 80, born Alabama, no mistake.
Mother to Tate was the relationship.
I was so exhilarated I wanted to flip.
Well Great, Great Grandpa Akins, its you I’m going to find,
If it takes me till the end of time.
Nancy told of six children you had
You left your family it was too bad.
The names we had, numbered five,
Who was the sixth? Only three were still alive.
On the census only two appeared to me,
Akins, Joe Tate and Mary Catherine Aeby,
I could hardly wait to get home to tell,
On the phone to Lonnie, my day had gone well.
This was the end for quite a while,
When I thought back on my luck, I’d smile.
I was helping my cousin Doris, one day,
Looking for our Dunn Family marriages, I say.
The county was Marshall, Alabama, U.S.A.
I saw this entry before my eyes,
It read E.A.K.I.N., Francis A. to Nancy C. Parks.
My heart was beating close to sparks.
The date was 25 November 1847,
I guess you know, I thought I was in heaven.
My heart almost leaped out of my chest,
Nine years, I had been on this quest.
I could not be certain this couple was mine,
The library was closing, I would know in time.
It was three weeks till my search would resume,
To claim this couple, I could not assume.
Finally, back at the library,
I was not tired, not even weary.
In my hands, Alabama 1850 census index book,
Under E.A.K.I.N., Francis, I took a look.
There was no listing under that spelling,
My heart was racing, my chest swelling.
I checked another spelling and then,
There it was, Marshall County, Francis, A.I.K.I.N.
I went to the reader with the microfilm,
That this was my ancestors’, chances were slim.
Rolling the film over to the correct page,
There they were, Francis A., Nancy C., Mary C.,
I could claim them now they were the right age.
I wasted no time in getting the 1860 film,
Through Marshall County my eyes did skim.
I was so excited; I could hardly wait,
They were still there, there on the tape.
A.K.I.N., Francis A., Nancy C., Mary C.,
Francis A., John T. and William R.,
I proceeded to 1870 in Arkansas,
Independence County, to find you Great Great Grandpa.
I found the rest, but you weren’t there,
You were not to be found anywhere.
This time all six of your children appeared,
The spelling was E.A.K.I.N.S., but you had disappeared.
I was a little disheartened, now I knew,
The stories I had heard, they were all true.
There was Joseph T., age ten, and Maggie, seven,
Though you were gone, I was in genealogical heaven.
It’s been some time since I’ve looked for you,
Great Great Grandpa Akins, you haunt my thoughts, you really do.
Eva Jean Akins, Fields