Early and Family Life
Joseph Hardin was born the spring of 1734 in Henrico Co., Virginia Colony in an area several years later to be encompassed by the fledgling town of Richmond at the Falls (now Richmond), Virginia Colony.
Hardin was the second son, and fourth child, of Benjamin Hardin II and Margaret Hooper. He was older brother to Captain John Hardin (1736–1802) (noted as the hero who turned the tide of battle for the patriots at the Battle of Ramsour's Mill during the ”Southern Campaign” of the Revolutionary War) and Sarah Hardin, wife to Lt. Col. Frederick Hambright.
Hardin married Jane Gibson (1742–1817) on July 8, 1762 in Virginia. They moved to the ‘Salisbury District’ of the North Carolina Colony, settling in the newly formed Tryon County, where he became Justice of the Peace in 1772.
Hardin's children were: Rebecca; twins Joseph Jr. and John; Jane Ann; James W.; Benjamin I; Robert I; Elender; Mary Easter; Margaret; Amos; Benjamin II; Gibson; and Robert II. “Ben-two” and “Robert-two”, as they were called, were both named after older brothers who had been lost in battle with Native Americans.
Hardin was a great-grandfather of Texas outlaw, John Wesley Hardin.
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