Born Into Slavery 


The Ivery Family

The Chosen

We are the chosen. The family root begins with Isaac "Ike" Ivery who was born on February 14, 1856. He was born a slave. Ike was a slave until the age of 9 when slavery was abolished. After becoming a man, he settled in Bullock County Midway, Alabama (Bullock County was founded in Dec 5th 1866) until his death in 1937. He is buried in the cemetery at Mt. Coney Baptist Church in Midway.

Ike Ivery married three times, his wives were Berta "Birda" Hatcher Ivery, Mary Henry Ivery, and Mary Haynes Ivery. From these unions 23 children were born.

Ike was a God fearing man and raised his children in a Christian household. He was a deacon at Mt. Coney Baptist Church in Midway Alabama. He also served as treasurer for many years. He believed that education was important and encouraged his children in what schooling was available to them even though he could not read. He often had his children read to him. Though he had no formal education he was knowledgeable in financial transactions. He was able to count all denominations of money and make change. In fact it was said you could not defraud him out of even 1 penny.

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Our Families

Our Ancestors Paved our Path
Mary Haynes Ivery
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Mary Haynes

Born 1856

Had 6 children: John, Proffet, Eddie, Lelia, Obie and, Abe.

Photo shows John Ivery, Ike and Mary Hayne's eldest son.

Mary Henry Ivery
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Mary Henry

Born abt. 1859

Together the had 4 children, Will Charles, Annie, Doc. No records of her death has been found.

Berta Hatcher Ivery
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Berta Hatcher

Born Apr 1875

Together they had what is believed to be 20 children. No data can be found on 6. There is data on; Clara, Louvina, Caroline, Rosa, Isaac (Ike Jr.), Birda, Robert, Ossie May, Bessie, Ruby Lee, Lillie Bell, Ora Lee, Cora, and Walter.

Ike Ivery Parents 
Ike Ivery Parents

They were slaves

William and Arminta Ivery

Not much information is known about them.

The bones of my bones

The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth, without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do.

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