Abraham is the son of David and Sarah "Kenney" Huguenin. He married Anna Maria Gillson at St. Luke's Parish, South Carolina on April 11, 1801.
"Fairie Knowe" near Gadsden, S.C. Jan 1875
After the death of his mother, and the property divided which was left by the carelessness, and indifference of his father, he found himself at age of eighteen, at the head of his fathers family with the property much reduced, and the indigo culture so little renunciation that fifteen thousand per hand, gross was the profit. Determined to do something for his family (all the-schooling of his life, was but eighteen he proposed to his brother, that they leave the plantation to support his half brothers' orphan children, and that he and John should go upon the Savannah River, each selecting two of their young Negroes and bind themselves to a machinist, what was there making rice threshing water powered machinery. They went, and bound themselves for two or three years, after the end of the first month John in a fit of passion, threw down the jack-plane which he held in his hand, with the exclamation "what would my father say to see his son with a jack-plane in his hand, and returned to the plantation. My Grandfather fulfilled his contract and there began that wonderful formation of character, which was to show itself so prominently through his life. Prominent amongst these was General John McPherson, who hired him and several of his carpenters, and upon his completion of the task said we are proud of our young men like you. When about twenty two, he married my grandmother Anne Maria Gillison Daughter of Derry Gillison, and his wife Rebecca.
He contined to live on his ancestral acres, though early in his life had moved from his father's home, and built Roseland about a mile off, which he contined to improve to the day of his death, in his sixy eighty year he was taken with cancer of the stomack, and after consulting the best physicians, the good old man returned to his home to die, he lingered in great agony until the 11 of April 1846, when with his wife and children around him, after having the Bible, read to him, and "Jesus thou are the sinner's friend" sun, he asked my father to open the windows that he might look once more, on his old home, after a long look he said "close the shutters:, I am one with eartly things all in vanity then asking my father his first and best beloved child, to take care of all, he said" I see something coming up from my feet, something dark, I am getting very, very cold, pull up the covering" he then delib erately laid his feet together, stretching himself at full length on the bed and folded his arms upon his breast, just then, Dr. Strobhart exclained "Great God, see how the old Roman can die," and burst into tears in which a number of his friends joined. The old man having settled his head comfortable in the pillows, lying as if laid out, turned one last lingering and longing look on my father (his constant companion for years) then animated, with the spirit of a soldier, he raised his voice, with his eye still fixed on my father, and in a tone of command, uttered his last words on earth, "lower that pillow Sir" my father, gently drew away the middle pillow, the proud head fell back and the gallant and fearless spirit that had antimated old Captain Abram Huguenin, had fled forever.
"Fairie Knowe" near Gadsden, S.C. Jan 1875
After the death of his mother, and the property divided which was left by the carelessness, and indifference of his father, he found himself at age of eighteen, at the head of his fathers family with the property much reduced, and the indigo culture so little renunciation that fifteen thousand per hand, gross was the profit. Determined to do something for his family (all the-schooling of his life, was but eighteen he proposed to his brother, that they leave the plantation to support his half brothers' orphan children, and that he and John should go upon the Savannah River, each selecting two of their young Negroes and bind themselves to a machinist, what was there making rice threshing water powered machinery. They went, and bound themselves for two or three years, after the end of the first month John in a fit of passion, threw down the jack-plane which he held in his hand, with the exclamation "what would my father say to see his son with a jack-plane in his hand, and returned to the plantation. My Grandfather fulfilled his contract and there began that wonderful formation of character, which was to show itself so prominently through his life. Prominent amongst these was General John McPherson, who hired him and several of his carpenters, and upon his completion of the task said we are proud of our young men like you. When about twenty two, he married my grandmother Anne Maria Gillison Daughter of Derry Gillison, and his wife Rebecca.
He contined to live on his ancestral acres, though early in his life had moved from his father's home, and built Roseland about a mile off, which he contined to improve to the day of his death, in his sixy eighty year he was taken with cancer of the stomack, and after consulting the best physicians, the good old man returned to his home to die, he lingered in great agony until the 11 of April 1846, when with his wife and children around him, after having the Bible, read to him, and "Jesus thou are the sinner's friend" sun, he asked my father to open the windows that he might look once more, on his old home, after a long look he said "close the shutters:, I am one with eartly things all in vanity then asking my father his first and best beloved child, to take care of all, he said" I see something coming up from my feet, something dark, I am getting very, very cold, pull up the covering" he then delib erately laid his feet together, stretching himself at full length on the bed and folded his arms upon his breast, just then, Dr. Strobhart exclained "Great God, see how the old Roman can die," and burst into tears in which a number of his friends joined. The old man having settled his head comfortable in the pillows, lying as if laid out, turned one last lingering and longing look on my father (his constant companion for years) then animated, with the spirit of a soldier, he raised his voice, with his eye still fixed on my father, and in a tone of command, uttered his last words on earth, "lower that pillow Sir" my father, gently drew away the middle pillow, the proud head fell back and the gallant and fearless spirit that had antimated old Captain Abram Huguenin, had fled forever.
Abraham is the son of David and Sarah "Kenney" Huguenin. He married Anna Maria Gillson at St. Luke's Parish, South Carolina on April 11, 1801.
"Fairie Knowe" near Gadsden, S.C. Jan 1875
After the death of his mother, and the property divided which was left by the carelessness, and indifference of his father, he found himself at age of eighteen, at the head of his fathers family with the property much reduced, and the indigo culture so little renunciation that fifteen thousand per hand, gross was the profit. Determined to do something for his family (all the-schooling of his life, was but eighteen he proposed to his brother, that they leave the plantation to support his half brothers' orphan children, and that he and John should go upon the Savannah River, each selecting two of their young Negroes and bind themselves to a machinist, what was there making rice threshing water powered machinery. They went, and bound themselves for two or three years, after the end of the first month John in a fit of passion, threw down the jack-plane which he held in his hand, with the exclamation "what would my father say to see his son with a jack-plane in his hand, and returned to the plantation. My Grandfather fulfilled his contract and there began that wonderful formation of character, which was to show itself so prominently through his life. Prominent amongst these was General John McPherson, who hired him and several of his carpenters, and upon his completion of the task said we are proud of our young men like you. When about twenty two, he married my grandmother Anne Maria Gillison Daughter of Derry Gillison, and his wife Rebecca.
He contined to live on his ancestral acres, though early in his life had moved from his father's home, and built Roseland about a mile off, which he contined to improve to the day of his death, in his sixy eighty year he was taken with cancer of the stomack, and after consulting the best physicians, the good old man returned to his home to die, he lingered in great agony until the 11 of April 1846, when with his wife and children around him, after having the Bible, read to him, and "Jesus thou are the sinner's friend" sun, he asked my father to open the windows that he might look once more, on his old home, after a long look he said "close the shutters:, I am one with eartly things all in vanity then asking my father his first and best beloved child, to take care of all, he said" I see something coming up from my feet, something dark, I am getting very, very cold, pull up the covering" he then delib erately laid his feet together, stretching himself at full length on the bed and folded his arms upon his breast, just then, Dr. Strobhart exclained "Great God, see how the old Roman can die," and burst into tears in which a number of his friends joined. The old man having settled his head comfortable in the pillows, lying as if laid out, turned one last lingering and longing look on my father (his constant companion for years) then animated, with the spirit of a soldier, he raised his voice, with his eye still fixed on my father, and in a tone of command, uttered his last words on earth, "lower that pillow Sir" my father, gently drew away the middle pillow, the proud head fell back and the gallant and fearless spirit that had antimated old Captain Abram Huguenin, had fled forever.
"Fairie Knowe" near Gadsden, S.C. Jan 1875
After the death of his mother, and the property divided which was left by the carelessness, and indifference of his father, he found himself at age of eighteen, at the head of his fathers family with the property much reduced, and the indigo culture so little renunciation that fifteen thousand per hand, gross was the profit. Determined to do something for his family (all the-schooling of his life, was but eighteen he proposed to his brother, that they leave the plantation to support his half brothers' orphan children, and that he and John should go upon the Savannah River, each selecting two of their young Negroes and bind themselves to a machinist, what was there making rice threshing water powered machinery. They went, and bound themselves for two or three years, after the end of the first month John in a fit of passion, threw down the jack-plane which he held in his hand, with the exclamation "what would my father say to see his son with a jack-plane in his hand, and returned to the plantation. My Grandfather fulfilled his contract and there began that wonderful formation of character, which was to show itself so prominently through his life. Prominent amongst these was General John McPherson, who hired him and several of his carpenters, and upon his completion of the task said we are proud of our young men like you. When about twenty two, he married my grandmother Anne Maria Gillison Daughter of Derry Gillison, and his wife Rebecca.
He contined to live on his ancestral acres, though early in his life had moved from his father's home, and built Roseland about a mile off, which he contined to improve to the day of his death, in his sixy eighty year he was taken with cancer of the stomack, and after consulting the best physicians, the good old man returned to his home to die, he lingered in great agony until the 11 of April 1846, when with his wife and children around him, after having the Bible, read to him, and "Jesus thou are the sinner's friend" sun, he asked my father to open the windows that he might look once more, on his old home, after a long look he said "close the shutters:, I am one with eartly things all in vanity then asking my father his first and best beloved child, to take care of all, he said" I see something coming up from my feet, something dark, I am getting very, very cold, pull up the covering" he then delib erately laid his feet together, stretching himself at full length on the bed and folded his arms upon his breast, just then, Dr. Strobhart exclained "Great God, see how the old Roman can die," and burst into tears in which a number of his friends joined. The old man having settled his head comfortable in the pillows, lying as if laid out, turned one last lingering and longing look on my father (his constant companion for years) then animated, with the spirit of a soldier, he raised his voice, with his eye still fixed on my father, and in a tone of command, uttered his last words on earth, "lower that pillow Sir" my father, gently drew away the middle pillow, the proud head fell back and the gallant and fearless spirit that had antimated old Captain Abram Huguenin, had fled forever.
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