My grandfather was David Alexander Dugger, and he was born in 1814 here
in Carter County. He married Elizabeth Bunnunknown of
Johnson County, and in 1863 their older son, my uncle Michael Dugger,
was a prisoner in Richmond. And his brother-in-law came home and told
his mother that he wouldn't live a week, that he
couldn't crawl across the floor. They had offered him, if he
would swear allegiance to the Confederate cause, they would turn him
loose, but he was so bitter because his cousin had been home because he
was trying to escape and get to Kentucky to keep from being drafted in
the Confederate Army-- they were all strong Union men from up in the
mountains--that he wasn't going to do that. So she got on a
horse with fifteen other people, and they started to Richmond to try to
save their children. And they got over in North Carolina, and they ran
into a band of Confederate guerrillas. That was people who just raided
the country; they didn't belong to any army. And they shot
and killed them all, and then they burned them. And my grandfather then
had five children, and he didn't know what to do with them,
so the Van Huss'sunknown here took my
father--he was seven years old--and he was reared by them. And this
William Dugger was married three times. He married a Miss Urser(unknown) the first time, and they had a few children; I
don't know how many. Then she died, and he married
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children. He met her in 1791 and then in 1809 she died, and by his two
wives he had eight children. And he married a woman named Nancy Ann
Brown Pierce, and she had eight children of her own. That made sixteen.
And then she and her husband William had seven more, and that made
twenty-three, and the fifteenth child that was born was my grandfather.
He was born in 1814, and he lived to be eighty-seven years old; he died
in 1901, and I was four and a half years old, and I remembered him
because he was a great musician. He was a great fiddler, and my father
was. And my father could sing in church till you could lift the roof,
but none of the rest of us could sing. I had a son that I named for my
father, John F. Dugger, and he's defending one of these cases
in Nashville now. He's a very famous lawyer. He's
been Assistant United States Attorney and state senator for ten years,
and he lives in Morristown. We're very proud of all of those
people. On William now, when they had seven children of their own that
made twenty-three, and Julius Caesar Dugger was supposed to be the first
settler of Tennessee and was known as that for years. And one time
somebody wrote an article to the
Star about
thirty-five years ago that he was a myth; he didn't exist.
And my young son, who's a lawyer here in
Elizabethton--he's fifty-two--was about seventeen, and my
daughter was about seventeen or eighteen. And these kids all hollered
out, "It's too bad you don't know who
your grandfather was." And they come home, and they were just
as angry as they could be, and it made me angry, too. Well, I was
ignorant about the family, but I had an uncle, David Alexander, Jr., and
I went to see him. He was eighty-five years old.
"Why," he said, "George, this is all wrong.
Julius Caesar Dugger never come here from Virginia. In 1750 he was
living in Wilkes County, North Carolina. We know from the pension
records that his oldest son William was in the Revolutionary War, and he
was born there on
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youngest son was Julius C., Jr. The DAR is named here for him. And he
was born there in 1760. And," he said,
"that's all wrong." So I got in my car, and
I was going to straighten it out. It takes adversity sometimes for you
to do things that maybe you ought to bo anyway. So I went to North
Wilkesboro, the county seat of Wilkes County, and I inquired as to the
oldest historian, and they gave me the name of a lawyer who was
seventy-five years old and said his office was up near the courthouse.
So I went up there and told him that I had information that my
great-great-grandfather lived over there in 1750, and I gave him his
name. "Oh, yes," he said, "he lived down here
on the Dugger Creek. It's a creek that flows into the Yadkin
River. And when I was a boy I went fishing down there, and there was his
cabin. The logs hadn't all rotted yet. But they're
long gone now, and there's a mountain there, and the creek is
still called Dugger Creek. It's a famous fishing place. And
the mountain is Dugger Mountain, and he lived at the foot of that
mountain." So I wanted to go down there, and he said,
"You won't see anything, but you can drive down to
the Yadkin River, and then you'll have to walk up there about
two miles. And you follow the creek, and you'll come to the
mountain and where it is." So I did that, and I got that all
established that he lived there. And then he hunted. Daniel Boone was
born in Burkes County, Pennsylvania, in 1734, and when he was sixteen
years old in 1750, his family moved to the Yadkin River. And they were
the only two white families in that whole country, the Boone family and
the Dugger family. And our tradition of the family is that he went over
there to visit Mr. Dugger, whose children were small, and he came in
with a load of furs that he'd gathered over here. And he saw
that, and he wanted to go hunting with him, so he came hunting in here,
even in 1750. And the whole story, these old men, and some unusual
situation. You see five generations of people living today;
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But five generations of my family goes back two hundred and fifty-nine
years. And I've talked to all these state historians because
I got interested in it, and I've spent about thirty years on
it, and I'm writing a book. I've got about five
hundred pages, and I've got a lot of things in it.