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2015-10-31 03:33 pm

[sticky entry] Sticky: Photographs and memories...

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Burris clan in Russellville, Pope Co., AR, circa 1920/1921


There's a wall of photographs over my bed. I call it my dead relatives gallery, and I'm not really joking, although some of my family and friends laugh nervously when I say it.

I'm using this journal to share information I have acquired over the past several years for surnames in my family tree. The journal is "tag intensive" to make it easier to locate information and photos about specific surnames. (Tags list is in the left sidebar of the journal.)

They say you can choose your friends, but not your family. Personally, I find my family fascinating, and even more so the older I get. Sure, we have our share of archetypes - shrill, bossy women...strong "silent type" men...and the requisite number of "crazies." But hey, this is the deep South, and as Julia Sugarbaker said in Designing Women:

"...we're proud of our crazy people. We don't hide them up in the attic. We bring 'em right down to the living room and show 'em off. ...no one in the South ever asks if you have crazy people in your family. They just ask what side they're on." Like Julia, mine are on both sides.

Primary surnames researched include Ashmore, Balding, Burris, Callaway, Chapin, Darter, Duvall, Grooms, Harkey, Hayslip, Herrington, Hill, Holder, McBrayer, Meek, Parrish, Pettit, Shinn, Wharton, Williams.

All comments are welcome, including anonymous comments. You do not have to be a Dreamwidth member to comment, and may use Open ID, i.e., Google, WordPress, etc., to comment.

ETA: Most of the photos you will find in this journal were taken over 100 years ago. Regardless of their age, these photos were falling out of albums, or lying loose among family papers and I have scanned them to preserve them for posterity. Photos of gravestones appearing in this journal were taken by me.

I said all that to say this - if any of these photos are of your family members, just right click and save them to your computer. No one associated with this journal is going to chase you down to try and prosecute you for copyright infringement, as long as you don't claim you took the photo.

© Dee Burris Blakley, 2010-2016.. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Dee Burris Blakley with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Email me at sharpchick13 at hotmail dot com.
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2016-06-13 01:54 pm
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[sticky entry] Sticky: 2016 Burris Family Reunion

Plans have been made...

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2016-06-24 03:54 pm

Granddaddy shoots at a bank robber...

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Granddaddy Burris on right


My aunt Wanda sent me a news story about my paternal grandfather, George Washington Burris, Jr. shooting at a bank robber making his getaway in an alley outside the Citizens Bank in Arkadelphia (Clark Co.) AR.

The article was reprinted in the Southern Standard on 27 Feb 1975 under a heading called Long Ago. The subheading for the article was Forty-Two Years Ago, which means my gunslinger Granddad spring into action on 27 Feb 1933.
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Transcription:
Citizens Bank Robbed - For the first time in the history of this city, an Arkadelphia bank was robbed in broad daylight, when two men, unmasked, but wearing goggles entered the Citizens National Bank a few minutes before 4:00 o'clock, the closing hour, and locking the four employees and a number of customers in a rear room, closing the front door and pulling down the shades, proceeded to scoop up all available cash, $9,200.

However, the robbers had been seen by entering the bank by two 17-year-old negro boys, Clifton Edmonds and Sandefur Cook. They were standing on the sidewalk in front of the bank and saw one of the men loosen a gun in his pocket as he went in the door. They ran to tell the merchants in adjoining stores and the alarm was spread rapidly. Officers and armed citizens quickly filled the streets and alleys in the vicinity of the bank.

One of the robbers, seeing the crowd gather, made his escape by a side door, while the other remained, sacking up the money. As the latter went out of the building into the alley, turning at the rear of the building to another alley, he was met by shots by George Burris, assistant postmaster, and was driven back into the alley.

When he attempted to fight his way out, he was met by shots by Harris Mackey and other citizens who were firing from the alley. All shots went wild but forced the robber to seek shelter in the rear of the Pink Tea Grocery store, where he was later captured by Ed Fortson who had entered the store from the front. The man, who gave his name as Clifford Massey, ex-convict and former Little Rock big "shot" botlegger,
(sic) was placed in jail.

Search revealed two sacks filled with money crammed into a ventilator hole in the ground back of the Pink Tea Grocery, and after a check-up the bank officials reported that every cent of the money had been recovered.

The other robber also caused great excitement but made his get-away.

Maybe that gun on his hip in that undated photo was no joke...
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2016-06-21 11:41 am

The toughest entry I've ever tried to write...

I've been putting off writing this entry for years.

Literally.

For so many reasons, not the least of which is that I don't know if I can be fair.

Or charitable. So I'll say up front that this narrative will be a combination of facts and my perspective having lived through these facts.

This one is about my mother.
Judith Ann Williams was born on 20 Oct 1937 in Little Rock, Pulaski Co., AR to Joe Duffie Williams and Doris Geneva Balding. She had an older brother, Joe Carlton Williams, known to everyone as Buddy.

By all accounts, Mom led a fairly privileged childhood. She lived her early childhood years with her parents and brother at 213 Dennison, and had extended family very close by.
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She told me of happy memories of her childhood - visiting with her Mema, Hattie Chapin Balding, who lived next door at 217 Dennison. Mom said Mema let her play in her china cabinet, taking things out carefully, having her tea party, and putting them back just as carefully.
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Mom, about 4 years old


Mom spoke of her memories of sharing ice cream cones with her dog, and of the lovely clothes her own mother made her. Clothes that were envied by her girlfriends.

But Mom positively beamed when she talked about her dad. She was his princess, and in my memories, she was never happier than when she was with him.
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Mom, third from right, with her arm around her Daddy. Photo August 1967

My mother would freely admit she was a Daddy's girl.

It was her relationship with her own mother that first cast a shadow in her life. The relationship was competitive and hurtful - on both sides.

Mom was about 4 or 5 when my grandmother was diagnosed with tuberculosis and admitted to the TB sanitarium in Booneville, Logan Co., AR. Booneville is just under a two hour drive one way these days. I imagine it took longer in the early 1940s.

For as long as I knew my mother, she said her own mother abandoned her - that the black maid employed by my grandfather during my grandmother's confinement raised her - not her own mother. I can see how a young child might feel that way - TB was highly contagious, and children weren't allowed to visit patients at Booneville.

But mom repeated the story her whole life. Even as an adult, she didn't seem to be able to reconcile the facts with the childhood perspective. She also felt that her mother favored her brother, Buddy.

But still, she had her Daddy.
When I was 11 years old, my Papa Joe died -suddenly, unexpectedly as he was going down the stairs in his home on Lombardy Lane. He had an aortic aneurysm that ruptured and was dead before he hit the floor.

My mother sank into a deep, profound depression. Even I as a child could see that.

She self-medicated with alcohol. But she had been doing that already for several years. The fact of my life since I had been in the fourth grade had been to look after my younger sisters when my mother had a hangover. She called it a "swollen brain," and it meant that she pretty much did nothing for the day following her alcoholic binge.

Those binges took place at night at first, and were accompanied by Mom screaming at Dad, slamming doors and throwing things into the wee small hours of the morning. Later on, she would rise mid-morning and start her day with her first drink (vodka was the preferred beverage), continue drinking all day, and rage all night. Lather, rinse, repeat. She meted out physical, emotional and psychological abuse to me and my sisters fairly even-handedly. As we got old enough to date, she'd hit on our boyfriends. I decided by the time I was 12 or 13 that it wasn't safe to bring friends home with me after school. For my 13th birthday - and each year after that, when my Dad asked me what I wanted, I told him I wanted him to divorce Mom and get custody of all three of us.

Mom hit me for the last time when I was 17 years old. It was unprovoked. She slapped me with an open hand against one side of my head and tried to get her fingers into my hair. (One of her favorite tactics was to grab my long hair, and kick me with her knee into my coccyx.)

She tried to get my hair and missed. I decked her. She fell flat on her butt. She ran to go tell my Dad, who was in their bedroom. He stepped out into the hall, sized up the situation, looked at Mom and said, "I guess you better not hit her again."

But the violence against my sisters continued. I left home on May 18, 1977 - the night I graduated from high school. I'd like to say I never looked back, but that would be a lie. I felt incredibly guilty about leaving my sisters with Mom.
I saw the film Ordinary People for the first time in 1981, about a year after it was released, when I was living in Lake Charles, LA during my first marriage.

Mary Tyler Moore's depiction of Beth Jarrett took my breath away. There was my mother, but sober.


I have no idea how many times I've watched the movie, but I cry every time.

So much pain. Such an awful waste.
I split with my first husband shortly after that, and in 1981, moved back to Little Rock.

Things were different, and if it were possible, they were worse. Mom detoxed and sobered up for a few years, before unceremoniously announcing to me one day that she wasn't an alcoholic, she just had problems with alcohol. She could still drink now and then.

And by now, there were grandkids...
Mom liked being a grandmother from a distance. She was clear that she did not want to be called Grandma, or any similar moniker. She was Nanny.

Nanny competed with her grandkids to be the center of attention at their birthday parties. She would agree to babysit, and call the parent before the agreed upon departure time because she just couldn't take it any more.

I took a four day, three night business trip when my son was six years old. When I got back, Mom had a litany of complaints about him - he was noisy, too active, and he put his feet on the bed with his shoes still on. I asked her if she told him to take them off.

Yes.

Did he mind you?

Yes.

Then, what's the problem? He's 6 years old.

As we were driving away from her house, my son begged me to never again leave him with his Nanny. I didn't.
As the years went on, things got worse. Mom had a drink in her hand almost all the time, even when she was diagnosed with end stage renal disease and had to start dialysis.

She would try to start problems between my sisters and me by telling each of us something about the other designed to be hurtful. She became cruel and cutting with her best - and probably only - friend from childhood, another woman named Judy. Judy in particular mourned the loss of the friend she had always known, and told me repeatedly how my mother used to be. Back in the day when she was the envy of all their girlfriends.

We stopped having alcohol at family gatherings when we knew she would be there. She brought her own. I never drank when I knew I was responsible for a child, yet she would follow me from room to room, insisting I drink with her.

My grandmother died in 1998. My mother's performance immediately following her own mother's death killed any remaining love I had for her.

I gave myself permission to divorce my mother.
During the last five years of my mother's life, I can probably count on both hands the number of times I had contact with my mother - either by telephone or in person.

Judith Ann Williams Neumann took herself off dialysis and went home to die in hospice care. She crossed over on 22 May 2004. The memorial service was on 5 Jun 2004.

I felt no sense of loss or grief. To this day, I do not grieve my mother's passing. I would like to be able to unravel the tangled web that was my mother's life, and get some understanding of what it was that made her so desperately unhappy - and in the process made her want to create misery for those closest to her.

Perhaps I'll get to ask her. On the other side.
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2016-06-19 09:48 am

Finding causes of death...

Sometimes there is no death certificate for my ancestors or extended family members, because they died before uniform record keeping was required.

So I rely on news articles and other sources.

Like cemetery records, or in the case of my third great grandfather, Nathaniel C Callaway, a military record.
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I still wonder if Julia Wingfield Callaway was notified of his death.

Because if she was, none of that information got passed down to his descendants.

But now, we know...
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2016-06-11 09:03 am

Musing on the way we talk...

I'm fixin' to meet one of my Burris cousins to bounce around some planning ideas for the 2016 Burris Family Reunion. So my mind has naturally been on those reunions of my childhood, more accurately known to all as Decoration Day at St. Joe Freewill Baptist Church cemetery, outside Atkins, AR. It was always on Mother's Day, which annoyed some of the mothers who had married in to the family.

The food. Oh. The food. That's mostly what I remember, because as a kid, table after table after makeshift table, groaning with food, was very impressive.

I am a Southern, born and bred. Most all we Burrises are. So it's interesting to me that I had a conversation this past week with a transplanted Yankee who asked me how my family said pecan pie.

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Did we say pe-KAHN or PEE-can?

Neither.

In my family, we called it Karo nut pie, and there were always a few of those at Decoration Day, each nestled under a dome made of screen door wire with what looked suspiciously like a drawer pull affixed to the top. To keep the flies off, don't you know...

In my family, the old timers drank two kinds of soft drinks. Root beer, and Co-Cola.

Because you saved the Orange Crush for making ice cream...

I think maybe I'll dig out Grandma Burris' recipe for cream pie, and make a chocolate one for the reunion.

The journey is good, and the memories rich...
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2016-06-05 07:59 am

I knew children were indentured, but...

At the age of 3?

Rooting around on the internet to see if I could find any evidence in historic records to back up the claim in the 1937 letter by William Andrew Burris that his grandfather, William Burris, was indentured as a boy, and lost track of his parents when his master moved west to Tennessee.

So I ran across transcriptions of early court records from Virginia - because we don't know for sure whether William came from North Carolina, South Carolina or Virginia.

And this batch of pages was particularly chilling to me...These records are from 1793.

[Page number](215) George Curtis, aged 11 in May next, and John Curtis, aged about 8, to be bound.
(215) Isham Burk, orphan of Isham Burk, deceased, supposed to be over 14, to be bound.
(223) Following to be bound out: Jane Ross, 6 years old March 6th next; Daniel Caphart, 4 years old 13th of May next; Dinah Hunter (daughter of Elizabeth Hunter), 3 years old 3d of this month.
[Emphasis supplied.]
(259-261) Selina Devine, aged 14 the 7th of this March, to be bound to William Armstrong.
(261) Sarah Devine, aged 10 the 9th of this November, 1792, to be bound to Thomas Shanklin. William Rice to be bound to Isaac Ong. James Wilson, aged 13 the 2d January last, to be bound to John Price. Lucy Wilson, aged 8 the 29th December last, to be bound to John Price.
(291) Benj. McCorkle, aged 12 years the 23d August next, son of Mary McCorkle, to be bound to Robert Mays.
(292) John Diddle, 16 years old in August next, to be bound to Andrew Cutler to learn art and mystery of a saddler.


There are more.

But these were heartbreaking to me...
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2016-06-04 07:48 am

North Carolina Bastardy Bonds

If there's a chance one of your ancestors may have been born out of wedlock in North Carolina, I just found two sources of Bastardy Bonds in North Carolina counties.

The first is a 270 page scan of a published list (1990) of Bastardy Bonds from the following North Carolina Counties:

Alamance                               Cabarrus        Cleveland
Alexander                              Caldwell         Craven
Alleghany                              Camden          Cumberland
Anson                                     Carteret          Granville
Ashe                                       Caswell           Moore
Bertie                                      Catawba         New Hanover
Brunswick                              Chatham         Rowan
Buncomb                               Cherokee         Rutherford
Burke                                      Chowan          Surry
Bute                                        Clay                Wake

As explained by the authors, Betty J and Edwin A Camin:

When the pregnancy of a woman or birth of a child was brought to the attention of the court, a warrant was issued and the woman brought into court. She was examined (questioned) under oath and asked to declare the name of the child's father. The reputed father was then served a warrant and required to post bond. If the woman refused to name the father, she, her father or some other interested party would post the bond. In some cases it was found that the mother and reputed father together posted the bond. If the woman refused to post bond or declare the father, she was often sent to jail.

The 270 page listing covers the period of time from the formation of any given county to about 1878. The complete list can be downloaded as a pdf file here.
If you're looking for something specific to Guilford County alone, then there are a few Picasa scans of Bastardy Bonds here.
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2016-05-31 05:25 am

The Negro Motorist Green Book

...There will be a day sometime in the near future when this guide will not have to be published. That is when we as a race will have equal opportunities and privileges in the United States. It will be a great day for us to suspend this publication for then we can go wherever we please, and without embarrassment...
Introduction page, The Negro Motorist Green Book, 1950 Edition, Victor H Green & Co., Leonia, NJ.

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From 1936 to 1966, New York City mailman Victor H Green published a guidebook for African American travelers who wanted to visit the United States by car.

These were the Jim Crow years. Although many Americans could not afford cars of their own during the Great Depression, there was a rising middle class of black Americans who could and did purchase cars. Public transportation was fraught with peril for black Americans of all classes. In 1930, the writer George Schuyler said, "all Negroes who can do so purchase an automobile as soon as possible in order to be free of discomfort, discrimination, segregation and insult."

Unfortunately, the racial profiling phenomenon "Driving While Black" is not a new thing. White Americans, especially those in the Jim Crow south, often viewed African Americans who owned cars as uppity or trying to rise above their assigned station in life. Black Americans traveling the country for business or pleasure often had great difficulty finding places to stay, eat or enjoy entertainment. If they were permitted entry into a typically "whites only" establishment, their personal safety was often threatened by white patrons or neighbors.

The answer to this for Victor Green was to seek out and accumulate information about hotels, motels, roadhouses, restaurants and other establishments whose owners and operators were friendly and courteous to African Americans. The 1936 edition of The Negro Motorist Green Book focused solely on New York City. Subsequent editions were published with the help of "agents" in the states reviewed, who supplied information to Green about accommodations in cities and states outside New York. The last "Green Book" (as they came to be known) was published in 1966, following the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.

The New York Public Library has high resolution images of the pages of twenty-three Green Books. They make for fascinating reading and, as seen in the introduction page of the 1950 edition, demonstrate Victor Green's fervent hope that one day, he would be judged on the content of his character, not the color of his skin.

You can access the images at the New York Public Library's website by clicking here.
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2016-05-23 09:50 am
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Letters from Minnie

I've finally gotten around to transcribing two letters from my great grandaunt, Mildred Carlton "Minnie" Williams Shinn, to her brother, (my great grandfather), Jo Desha Williams.

Some comments before we start...
These letters were written with a dip pen. I am posting photos of each page for two reasons - first, I think it's remarkable that I can read as much as I can of letters written a century ago with a dip pen. I have a dip pen holder and several nibs. I can tell you it is no small feat to be able to finish a string of words without running out of ink, and then not dripping ink on the page when you've dipped the pen anew.

Second, I need some help with some of the words. I have transcribed the letters as she wrote them, including all the commas that were used when a period was needed. (These are some of the longest run-on sentences in the history of writing. Perhaps it was the style of the time for personal letter writing.) I have inserted a blank anywhere I cannot make out a word or words. Please feel free to comment with any suggestions for the missing words.

It cost two cents to mail these letters to Desha from Washington DC to Little Rock. As you will see, every available blank space on the page was filled.

Equally remarkable to me is that the letter could simply be addressed "Jo D Williams Russellville Arkansas" and it got to him. These were the days before zip codes.

I will add editorial comments in regular type after points in the second letter where I have information that will allow you to read the letter in context.

Letter postmarked 25 Jan 1915

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My dear Desha,

Hazen is not dreaming dreams or seeing visions, although he is getting pretty near three score and ten, and I am not far behind him, we have just passed our 40 years of wedded life, and when I think of your four children in the parlor, seated upon the green sofa in the corner, when we walked in, looking so prim all in a row, I have to laugh for it seems as though it must have been in the beginning. But I must confess I do not feel any much older, till I begin to think of the great discoveries that have been made electric cars, telephones, autos ____ ____ flying machines and last but-not-least- doing away with the old time bath houses, as Pa always called them, we are strictly sanitary at present. I am enclosing some verses Hazen wrote for the dinner friends thought so fine had Roy run off a few copies, now see if you can come up that in your old days. With many good, and much love to all of you from the Shinn family, your sister, Minnie.

Comments: Hazen was what Minnie called her husband, Josiah Hazen Shinn. Roy was their son. They lost their daughter, Grace Electra Shinn, to typhoid fever at the age of 10 while they were still living in Russellville.
ETA: filling in one blank with the word "sanitary."
Letter postmarked 4 Feb 1915
Page 1
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My dear Desha and Maxie,

Your good letters, and box of many good things came as quite a happy surprise, and I can ashure you have been greatly enjoyed by the entire family. I never had so many goodies in all my life before. They just come in time for our quarterly missionary meeting, when we take box lunch at an all day session, and they have been used at several luncheons I have had since my return, and still have my plum pudding for thanksgiving, so you can see I am making good use of them.

(NOTE: According to a biography in History of the Shinn family, by JH Shinn, published 1903, at page 254, Minnie was a member of the Christian Church and active in several ladies' circles of the church.)

I had often wondered if your children ever fully realized just what it ment to care for four extra ones upon a poor salary for only nine months in the year. It was trying to meet this new demand, that we had to open our little store, which proved our ruin for we lost everything as you will remember, and had to turn to our friends with nothing to face the future save our six children, that we still held to, and how well we have succeeded you know.
(NOTE: Minnie and Hazen married in Bridgeport, Franklin Co., KY on 17 Jan 1875. In October that year, their first child, Grace Electra was born. Joseph Roy Longworth Shinn was born on 18 Mar 1880. On 14 Jan 1879, Minnie's mother died, leaving her father with her four youngest siblings to raise. For whatever reason, Jacob Williams was not up to the task, so Minnie's sisters and brothers - Margaret, Mattie, Desha and Julian - went to live with Josiah and Minnie. Minnie's household exploded from four family members to eight. Minnie and Hazen moved to Arkansas in 1882, and then to DC in 1902. Minnie raised her siblings to adulthood.
ETA: "how well" in blank before "how well we succeeded you know.")

The Lord was with us and blessed us in our every undertaking. We have never doubted him and his goodness, and we did not flinch when other burddens came to us, such as Zella _____ Judd, and our own father.
(NOTE: Although I cannot read the two words preceding "Judd," I feel this must be a reference to Hazen's mother, Elizabeth Frances Gilpin Shinn Judd, who died in 1892 in Russellville, and is buried there. Minnie's father, Jacob Williams, died in 1900 in Russellville. So it is likely that from 1885 to 1900, Minnie and Hazen had their son Roy, Minnie's dad and Hazen's mother, and Minnie's youngest brother, Julian in some combination in the household. We don't have the 1890 census to see how many there were.
ETA: "Zella" in one of the blanks preceding Judd.)

We still tried to do our duty as best we could although not all ways understood or appreciated. With all our burrdens and troubles we tried to keep sweet and happy and make the most of life, and have found many pleasures all along the way and many many blessings, such as our lovely trip this summer, and new friends as well as old ones met, and other avenues of services oferred to us, we have not found very much time to lay up treasures below, although trust we may have a few above.

Page 2 (written on the back of page 1)
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It seemed sweet to do the one thing that had always been upon my heart, that of moving our mother. This was a duty of love and devotion long deferred, on account of our obligations to the living, though after all of your children have been reared, and well placed in life, and the grandfathers put away, Then we could gather a little unto our selves, and do some things we liked and had always wanted to do, of course we are glad to have all of you share in this labor of love with us, and do you know that she still lives in the heart and lives of the people there as much as ever, after thirty six years.
(NOTE: I do not know where Catharine C Mueller Williams was originally buried. I do know she is now interred in Frankfort Cemetery, Frankfort, Franklin Co., KY.
ETA: To fill in blanks in "Then we could gather a little...")

It was our dear mother who was the most ______ of person I heard about during my visit, her life had not been lived in vain, her praises were still sung by all. We counted this duty long deferred the crowning joy of our delightfull ________, and a most happy ending, and do you know that the first letter written by Hazen upon our return was a letter of love and sympathy to a niece, in ____, whose mother died while we were away a half brother's child, to make our roof her home though she wishes as long as her grandfather will stay with him, her mother and grandmother died this year. Hazen will soon be her _____ _____ as the grandfather is very much broken in health. When we thought we had finished our task here the Lord has still further service for us I believe. She is eighteen and a very lovely girl finishes college this year. I am glad to hear that the grandbaby is such a lovely sweet child, guess our next trip will be down to see for our selves, and peep in upon Cedric and Katheline, had a lovely card from her inviting us, have answered thanking her and asking them, know that she must be a lovely girl from all you say, am so glad to hear of their beautiful little flat - know they must be happy, and trust that nothing may ever come but happiness to them, again thanking you for your many good things, and kind words appreciation and love, your devoted sister, Minnie.
(NOTE: The grandbaby was Gwendolyn Williams, daughter of Paul Meek Williams and Ruth Youngblood. Cedric was Cedric Hazen Williams, who must have announced his engagement to Kathleen Kilgore. They would marry on 14 Jul 1915 in Butler Co., MO, but the marriage would not last.
ETA: Words to help complete "...a letter of love and sympathy to a niece in [location] whose mother died while we were away, to make our roof her home though she wishes...")
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2016-05-23 05:56 am
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Two more telegrams related to the Williams family

Two months prior to the death of Mattie Williams, the sister of Minnie and Jo D Williams (my great grandfather), Minnie's only surviving child died.

He was Joseph Roy Longworth Shinn. He died on 13 Feb 1930 in Washington D C.

Here's a transcription of the telegram sent to Jo D Williams by his sister, Minnie. It was received in Little Rock on 13 Feb 1930 at 9:39 p.m.
NL=Washington DC
James D Williams
2310 Ringo St Little Rock Ark

Roy passed away of heart trouble very suddenly at five pm today. Services Saturday the fifteenth at five pm. Expressing remains after services to Vernon Russellville Arkansas. I am bearing this sorrow very well. My health is as usual. Telegraphing Vernon to make arrangements.
Minnie

Then, the telegram from the funeral home in DC, received in Little Rock on 14 Feb 1930 at 3:51 p.m.
Washington DC 437p
J D Williams
2310 Ringo St Little Rock Ark

Remains Joseph Shinn leaving Saturday February fifteenth by railway express eleven forty seven pm. B and O no three.
The S H Hines Co.
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2016-05-21 08:27 am
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This is very sad for me...

It always bothers me when I learn that someone has died alone. Even more so when I learn that they died days before the body was discovered.

And so it was with Martha "Mattie" Williams, older sister of my great grandfather, Jo Desha Williams.

But not only did she die alone, two days before her body was discovered, strangers to her family organized her funeral because my great granddad and his oldest sister, Minnie, did not - would not? - attend.

Indeed, from the telegrams from Hubert Wise notifying them of Mattie's death, it seems Minnie was only concerned with the estate.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm reading this chronology the wrong way.

You decide.
Telegram #1 - received in Little Rock, 15 Apr 1930, 10:18 p.m.
Extra=Chigaco ILL 1009p
J W Williams 2310 Ringo Street Little Rock Ark
Regret to tell you we found your sister Mrs Fisher passed away suddenly this evening, I have taken charge and will follow instructions left in letter by her. Have also notified Mrs Shinn nightletter following.
Hubert Wise 4738 Kenwood Avenue


Telegram #2 - received in Little Rock 16 Apr 1930 12:55 a.m. (This was Wednesday. Mr. Wise discovered the body late Tuesday night.)
NL=Chicago ILL
J W Williams
2310 Ringo St Little Rock Ark
Dear Mr Williams not hearing from Mrs Fisher since I took her home Sunday evening and getting no response by telephone I went out this evening and with the janitor opened the apartment and found Mrs Fisher laying on the floor. I fetched Dr. Thompson who said death had taken place Sunday night. Mrs Fisher has left written instructions to be laid by her husband in Elmwood Cemetery. Also undertaker and service she desired. Will have autopsy performed and coroners inquest will be held in morning. Have enjoyed such close friendship with Mrs Fisher for many years. We shall do everything possible to carry out her wishes and shall await your instructions.
Hubert Wise


This makes me wonder if she committed suicide. I now will have to try and get her death certificate.
Telegram #3, from Minnie Williams to brother J D Williams, received in Little Rock on 16 Apr 1930 at 7:14 a.m.
NL Collect=Washington DC
J W Williams
2310 Ringo Street Little Rock Ark
Please go to Chicago for me and look after Matties affairs. I was looking for her to be with me. I am not able to go. Hope to bear it. Her furniture has just arrived but not her personal belonging have to be looked after.
Minnie

Telegram #4, from J D Williams to Hubert Wise, 16 Apr 1930
Little Rock Ark 4/16/30
Hubert Wise
4738 Kenwood Ave
Chicago Ills
Received message and nightletter. Carry out completely her instructions. This was her desire indicated to me after her husband passed away. You take charge of all her possessions of every nature including all funds held by her and follow instructions in regard to burial. We will be satisfied with what ever you do and thank you so much for your kindness and attention to this matter. Under the existing circumstances do you think it advisable for me to come. If so advise immediately. We know everything is in safe hands. May God bless you for your kindness to us.
J D Williams

Telegram #4, Received in Little Rock on 16 Apr 1930, 7:17 p.m.
Chicago ILL 710p
J H Williams
2310 Ringo St Little Rock Ark
Dear Mister Williams thank you for your message of love and confidence placed in us. Have arranged for funeral service Friday at one thirty from Lawrence Undertaking Parlors in exact accordance with yours and Mrs Fishers request. It is not necessary for you to come. Every detail taken care of. Letter follows giving full particulars. Lovingly
Hubert Wise

And so Mr. Wise sent J D Williams the order of service for Mattie's funeral. I have not transcribed it, but you should be able to tell from the account that Mattie's friends put much time and effort into organizing her service.
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Wire from J D Williams to Minnie Shinn, dated 16 Apr 1930
Little Rock Ark April 16/30
Mrs Minnie C Shinn
624 Rock Creek Church Road
Washington D C
Night letter received - have been waiting to get notice from Mr Wise. He advises - Dear Mister Williams thank you for your message of love and confidence placed in us. Have arranged for funeral service Friday at one thirty from Lawrence Undertaking Parlors in exact accordance with yours and Mrs Fishers request. It is not necessary for you to come. Every detail taken care of. Letter follows giving full particulars. Lovingly
Hubert Wise - Now Minnie I could not change their plans - Mattie [illegible] as to all details planned by her as being executed and all belongings will be properly handled steel yourself and you can bear this burden and all will be well - will go later if necessary to wind up affairs better than now - desire to remember her as in life - not in death - now that all details are so well taken care of - the Good Lord has blessed us by her passing in the midst of loving and Christian friends - let us be thankful it is this way - will advise you by wire and mail the b[illegible] just as soon as received.
J D Williams
Address - 2310 Ringo St Little Rock Ark
Phone 4-6343

Telegram #5, received in Little Rock on 19 Apr 1930 at 5:24 a.m.
NL=Chicago ILL
J W Williams
2310 Ringo St Little Rock Ark
Your dear sisters remains were placed beside her husband this afternoon. Service was expressive of her life - dignified graceful and loving. Many beautiful floral pieces indicated the high esteem in which she was held by many friends. Her last wishes have been carried out to the letter an obligation I consider very sacred. Will you please notify law department First Trust and Savings Bank thirty eight South Dearborn street Chicago immediately authority to pay all bills presented by myself? Letter follows explaining this request. Similar request made to Mrs Shinn.
Hubert Wise

Wire from J D Williams to the bank, granting power of attorney to Hubert Wise, dated 19 Apr 1930
Little Rock Ark - - 4/19/30 - -
Law Department - First Trust and Savings Bank
#38 South Dearborn St
Chicago Ills
Power of Attorney is hereby granted to Hubert Wise to act in my place - Pay all bills and accounts incident to the death and burial of my sister Mrs Mattie Williams Fisher out of any funds held by your bank in trust by her and this wire is your authority to honor the checks as issued by him for that purpose on the said funds as held by our bank.

My sister Mrs Minnie C Shinn Washington City D C the only two legal heirs to her estate including myself.

Witness my hand and seal this date Little Rock Arkansas.

J D Williams
2310 Ringo St Little Rock Ark
Phone 4-6343

Wire to Minnie Shinn from J D Williams, dated 26 Apr 1930
Little Rock April 26/30
Mrs Minnie C Shin
624 Rock Creek Church Road
Washington D C
Just arrived home - am sending Special Delivery letter all correspondence from Mr Wise and others - they acted wisely. You do not need legal services - stop that expense for statement will be sent you of all expense - you will receive all over that amount - I have waived my rights by wire to bank last week. We are lucky indeed to have such good Christian friends to do this for without pay - compose yourself - dont worry - all will be well. You are alright and in safe hands for Matties will or request will executed exactly like she directed - You will receive balance some over two thousand without any legal action on your part.
J D Williams
2310 Ringo St Little Rock Ark
Phone 4-6343

That last one sounds to me like Minnie was going to sue Mattie's friends - who organized and attended to all the details surrounding her death, without asking to be compensated - to ensure she got every dime left over from the estate of the sister she wanted to attend her in her old age.

But she couldn't go to the funeral.
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2016-05-21 05:36 am

1881 letters from Eada Belle...

I have always dreamed of finding a long forgotten diary from one of my ancestors, and envied those who have.

However, our family does have some letters and telegrams, including two from my great great grandmother, Eada Belle Parrish, written in March 1881 to her father, and her favorite brother. Both letters were written after she had recovered from a bout of measles.
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The town of Memphis, KS is now Garland, in Bourbon County. The school she refers to is the one at which she hoped to teach. We know she was a teacher for a time preceding her marriage to Fred Chapin. At the time she wrote these letters, she was attending school (university?) herself.
Memphis, Kansas
March 19th, 1881
Mr. B A Parrish

Dear father,

Your kind and welcome letter was received some time ago and I have delayed answering on account of being sick with the measles. I was very sick for a few days but have gotten over them now. I missed one month of school on account of them. Our school is out now. I expect to go back to Bro. John's before long. Father, I would like so much to see you and all the rest. Bro. Henry talks of going to Ky. next fall by land, if he does I don't know but what I shall come with them. I am well satisfied here. I think you might come and pay us a visit and see how you like this western country. It is a beautiful country I think, and is a good fruit country.I know you would like that there was an abundance of apples raised last season. If you were here you could have all the apples you would want. This has been the severest winter I ever saw, and still continues to be winter. Farmers have done no plowing yet and a great many are not done gathering corn. It has been snowing for the last three days and is very cold. I think this is a hard country on old people on account of the winters.

Pop, I think you are partial towards me. I don't think any more praise is due me than any of the rest of the family. I always tried to do any duty whether I succeeded or not.

As to the people here, I like them generally very well. They are more on an equality. Those who have means do not feel themselves above common people. As to marrying here, I suppose a girl could do as well here as anywhere, but I am not caring anything about that just now. I expect I was cut out for an old maid.

Well Pop, I guess I have written as much as will interest you now. I guess Charlie and Wessie and little Mary have grown considerable since I left home. Kiss them for me. How is Ma's health now? Tell her that I would love to see her very much. Excuse this ill-composed letter, as I am not much of a hand to write letters. This leaves all tolerable well at present, and hoping it will find you all the same. I will close for a time. Mine and sister Lydia's letter together will make you a pretty good letter.

My love to all and write soon to your daughter,

Eada B. Parrish

Some notes about the letter above.

Eada was 21 years old when she wrote this letter. She did not marry Fred Chapin until 1885, when she was 26.

Henry and Lydia Parrish were Henry Clay Parrish, Eada's oldest brother, and his wife, Lydia Conklin, with whom Eada was living at the time.

John was John Parrish, fourth in the line-up of Eada's brother's and sisters. He and his wife Gertrude lived in Mitchell, KS.

Ma was Melvina Crume, the second wife of Benjamin Abraham Yeager Parrish. She was Eada's step-mother. Eada's own mother, Minerva Hamilton, died in 1865 when Eada was 6, so it's likely Melvina was the only mother figure Eada remembered.

Charlie, Wessie and Mary were Eada's half brothers and sister. Charlie was the oldest and was born when Eada was 8 years old.

This has been the severest winter I ever saw, and still continues to be winter. Laura Ingalls Wilder wrote of The Long Winter, and Barbara E. Boustead, Ph.D. wrote, "Both meteorological records and historical accounts indicate that the winter was particularly long, snowy, and cold," in her 2014 dissertation, THE HARD WINTER OF 1880-1881: CLIMATOLOGICAL CONTEXT AND COMMUNICATION VIA A LAURA INGALLS WILDER NARRATIVE. (See this link for the entire paper.)
Memphis,Kansas
March 20th, 1881
Mr. Daniel Parrish and wife

My dear brother and sister,

After some delay I take the silent pencil in hand to try to answer your kind and welcome letter which found me sick in bed with the measles, or smeasles, as Dink calls them. I caught them at school and had them first, so I was able to help wait on Lydia and the children when they had them. I was not able to read your letters, but Lydia read them for me.

Well Bro and sister, I don't know what to write that will interest you. News is scarce at this time. With me, about all the talk is the cold weather, which is disagreeable. It seems like we will have a backward spring. There is no farming done yet. Dan, I recon you and sister have moved to yourselves by this time. I would like very much to step over and take tea with you. I know we would have a jolly time. I guess I will come over and live with you now as you have always promised me I should. You must tell me where you are going to reside. Sister, when I saw you last I did not think that the distance would separate us that does now, nor was I not thinking you would ever be my dear little sister. I am happy to know you are so well pleased with my Bro. He is a dear, good brother. You must take good care of him, also of your dear self.

Dan, I wish you were close enough that I could come to see you and sister. I would like it much better. Do you think of coming west any way soon? If I stay here I wish you would come. I believe I like Missouri better than I do Kansas. I am going back to Kansas in a short time. I will either try teaching or will go to school. We received a letter from sister Emma. She seems to be discouraged about going to school where she is. Wishes she had come to see us in place of going to school.

Sue, I would love to see you and Dan so much I don't know what to do. Is Sina married yet? Give my love to her, also to the rest of your father's family. Dan, who did Fin Young sell to? I guess there has been several changes made since I came away in that neighborhood. I recon little Becca is quite a woman by now. If you move away it will seem to her like all are gone.

I will close for a time, sister. Lydia is going to write to you. Bro, you and sister must write soon to me and tell me all the news. This leaves all well at present,, and hoping it will find you both the same. I will close by asking you to excuse all imperfections and write soon. My love and best wishes to you both.

I am, as ever, your affectionate sster

Eada B Parrish.

Some notes about the letter above.

Eada's brother, Daniel Braden Parrish, was a newlywed at the time of this letter. He and Susan E Morton married on 17 Nov 1880 in Breckinridge Co., KY.

Emma was Eada's older sister by two years. I don't have a lot of information about her, other than she never married, she taught school in Illinois and she was buried in Grayson Co., KY. I do not know where she is buried.

Sina was one of Susan Morton's relatives.

Little Becca was the youngest of the children of B A Parrish and Minerva Hamilton. She married Ulysses Grant Bond in 1883, divorced him in 1889, married Webster Taylor in 1906, divorced him, and married her final husband, James Shea, in 1910. She had two children with her first husband. Her son, Steven Washington Bond, lived in shack beside a railroad yard in Lewiston, ID, and was crushed to death when he fell into a pit containing a locomotive turntable in the rail yard. His grave in Normal Hill Cemetery is unmarked.
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2016-05-20 07:47 am

The rest of the story of Elihu Francis

Nearly five years ago, one of my Callaway cousins asked me to find out if we were related to Elihu Francis, who murdered his wife and three young children and then set fire to his house to cover up his crimes.

And we Callaway descendants are related, but only by the marriage of one of Elihu's older brothers, Marian.

I had heard that Elihu died in 1916 in the insane asylum at Little Rock (now called the Arkansas State Hospital) of tuberculosis, but had no independent confirmation. I even knew where he was quietly buried after he died. Earlier this week, I went in search of media coverage. I found an article in the Southern Standard.
DEATH DECIDED AN IMPORTANT CASE
Elihu Francis Died In Insane Asylum Where He had Been for Observation

An important criminal case of Clark county was settled last week when the principal, Elihu Francis, died in the Hospital for Nervous Diseases at Little Rock.

It will be remembered that Francis was arrested in April of 1914 charged with the murder of his wife and three small children, whose charred remains were recovered form the ruins of their burned dwelling in Long Creek township, and that when he was arraigned for trial at the succeeding August term of the court he so appeared to be insane that the court ordered him to be taken to the insane asylum and there placed under the observation of the physicians to determine as to whether he was insane or only pretending insanity. At the next term of the court he was returned here for trial, but it still was not decided as to whether he was insane and he was sent back to Little Rock, where he remained until his death.

He died on Wednesday of last week of tuberculosis and the remains were brough here and interred near his old home in Long Creek township.

Source: Southern Standard, Thursday, 10 Feb 1916
Joe, Elihu is buried in Golden Cemetery.

I created his Find a Grave memorial when I found him listed in the Clark County cemetery books. I don't know if there's a stone, but I doubt there is. Here's the link to the memorial.

If you find a stone, please get us a photo.
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2016-05-18 03:05 pm
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Setting the record straight...again

Last year, I posted this entry about Hurrell Burris Tackett, the only son of Willie Burris and John Thomas Tackett.

In that entry, I talked about how Willie, whose older sister was John Tackett's first wife, was living with Ora and John in the 1910 census. At the time, I said I thought Willie may have been in the household due to some illness Ora had that prevented her from taking care of her three children. And then I said...

I can imagine that Willie was a comfort and provided sorely needed help for for her brother-in-law, caring for her nieces and nephew during her sister's illness and after her death.

At the time, I had no idea how true those words were, albeit not in the way I meant.
Ora's death was noted in at least two newspapers of the time - the Arkansas Gazette in Little Rock, where she died, and her hometown newspaper, the Russellville Courier Democrat.

There must have been a rush on the Gazette reporter's deadline, because he (yes, in 1910 reporters were male in Little Rock) butchered almost all the names.
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MOTHER A SUICIDE

After Sending Child From House On Pretext, Mrs. Orra B. Hackett Swallows Dose of Carbolic Acid

After sending her daughter Rheva, nine years old, and Miss Willie Burris, a young woman boarder, to the rear yard with instructions to feed the chickens, Mrs. Orra B. Hackett, 28 years old, wife of J. B. Hackett, 111 West Twentieth street, swallowed the contents of an ounce phial of carbolic acid yesterday afternoon.

The daughter, returning to the house a few minutes later, found her mother lying on a bed, with the fumes of carbolic acid in the room. Mrs. Hackett was unconscious and the bottle was lying at her side. The frightened girl ran screaming to the home of Mrs. T. S. Isch, 1920 Main street, saying that her mother was dying.

Dr. M. D. McLean was hastily summoned, and he worked with the woman in an effort to save her life, but she died within an hour after swallowing the acid.
Gave No Hint of Intentions.

Mrs. Hackett bought the acid at the drug store of C. N. Miller, 2301 Arch street. She told her daughter that she intended to use the poison on her chickens. She gave no hint of her intentions to end her life. Despondency, due to ill health, is supposed to have been the cause.

Mrs. Hackett's husband was down [t]own at the time his wife took the fatal dose. He was frantic with grief last night over the surprising tragedy in his home.

An inquest was held last night and a coroner's jury returned a verdict that death was due to carbolic acid poisoning, self administered. The body will be sent to Russellville this morning for burial.

Source: Arkansas Gazette, 26 May 1910
What's wrong with the Gazette article...
She was Ora B. Tackett.
He was John T. Tackett.
Their daughter was Reba Tackett.
Excerpting from the Courier Democrat, published 2 Jun 1910, with a note referring to the original appearing in Thursday's daily, on 26 May 1910.
...sent her child and a young lady boarding with them to feed the chickens yesterday afternoon...Mrs. Tackett has been in ill health for some time and despondency due to bad health is supposed to have been the cause.
What's wrong with both articles?

This was John Thomas Tackett's story. He didn't want anyone to know that his 28 year old wife committed suicide because he was messing around with her 17 year old sister. I looked for "Errata" in the Gazette for the rest of the month, and never found it. Being J. B. Hackett was just all right with him. Likewise that everyone thought there was an unrelated boarder in the house, instead of his underaged sister-in-law.

His daughter, Reba, had an entirely different one, as told to her granddaughter.

I received an email from that granddaughter five months ago.
I am the granddaughter of Reba Mae Burris Tackett Otto from Russellville, AR.

She was the daughter of Ora Burris who according to my grandmother died when her father fell in love w/her sister Willie. She took my grandmother to the store in a wagon. Grandmother went into the store and asked for carbolic acid from the store keeper. Even then, an adult was supposed to sign for it but Ora called out from the wagon that it was okay that grandmother purchase it. Ora and grandmother went home and Ora went to her bedroom and took the acid and grandmother said that she still could hear her mother's cries. Willie's Mom said to come back home and after a brief period, Willie married John Thomas and they had Hurrell...

...Grandmother said that when her father and Willie married, Orval did not like Willie b/c of what happened to his Mom and Willie's part in it and so his father sent him packing w/a mule from the farm. Orval married and he and his wife lived in Spearsville, LA until their death.
Note: Orval Tackett was 14 years old at the time of his father's remarriage to his aunt.
What I don't understand is why Susan Rebecca Dalrymple Burris - Ora and Willie's mother - went along with John Thomas Tackett's version of events. They were well known enough in Russellville that everyone there would have known that Willie had been living with Ora and hubby for a while.

I think it's probably a good thing daddy William Matthew Burris was already dead. Otherwise, Willie might have gotten the hiding of her life when she was summoned home, and well...

John Thomas Tackett's life probably wouldn't have been worth living.
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2016-05-12 08:24 am

Planning a Burris family reunion in 2016

Right now, the thought is to have it at St. Joe Freewill Baptist Church's fellowship hall in September.

But that is not firm, and if you want to get in the planning - or just keep up with it - you may want to be part of this Facebook group.

If you are on Facebook, either reply in the comments, send me a PM here, or email me at sharpchick13 at hotmail dot com. I can send you an invite. I'll need your Facebook username.

In any event, I'll post significant updates here.
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2016-05-06 06:08 pm

When the DNA muddies the water...

For most of us who have slogged through mountains of paper, and hoped to do the genealogy happy dance at the mailbox several times a month, being able to use DNA test results has been a quantum leap forward for family historians.

You may be able to finally find out for sure if one of the cousins who was sniggered about behind hands cupped over mouths was really Uncle Harry's son. You can find closely related relatives whose family tree database fills in gaps in your own. You can see where the majority of your ancestors lived before the migration.

But for adoptees, DNA test results can set back a search into a mystery they thought they had begun to unravel. A "person of interest" as a possible bio parent - the one people have said they believe to be the one - might have to vanish after the DNA results come back.

That little tube of spit can literally change a life. Change a hunt to answer the question, "Who do you think you are?"

Meet my adoptive cousin through the Cothern/Cothren/Cochran line, Sheila Annette Cothern Trevett. Sheila and I have corresponded for several years.

This morning, she told me her story.
I'm the adopted daughter of Tony Cothern, father is Sherman Cothern in your family tree. Arkansas, Pope County. He named me Sheila Annette.

I love the family history of the Cotherns, even the deep mysteries of misspelling rife throughout.

But genetically, I've felt compelled to answer my own questions too, for the last 20 years or so, I felt confident I had it figured out, then I spit in a tube.

It's been about 36 hours since I first looked at my DNA results.

It's AMAZING what spitting in a tube can tell you.

I found my biological mother 22 years ago. I was 29. I took the clues given on the phone from the lady at the Dept of Social Services in New Mexico, combed through old newspaper microfilm in Las Cruces, with the help of a boyfriend, to find a birth announcement, a yearbook check, and I figured out her maiden name, and first married name. I knew the name of her son. I had my two kids by then, and my driving motivation was the health information, and well, just the truth.

The day I went up to meet her, from LA, at the trailer park in Fresno, was the day OJ was “running” with Al Cowling. Listened to the whole thing on KFIam, missed the traffic.

I knew she'd had a hippie, free love, it's the 60's and 70's “lifestyle” or proclivity. She'd settled down with her current husband for about a decade. The son she'd kept, who was 20 months older than me, was in jail. Actually, the jail where my college roommate's father was the Warden. She was honest, from the get-go, that she was pretty sure it was the one guy, who she was seeing regularly and used the phrase “like rabbits.” But there was a one-night stand in there.

I figured the odds were pretty good, the sheer volume of an 18 yo and a 21 yo who just got out of the service would beat the one-night stand. Right around her 18th birthday.

Nope. One-night stand, I can't remember his name dude it is.

Understand, I've done hours and hours of research and compiling putting together my family tree on all four branches I believed were “me.”

And poof, ¾ of it is shot to hell by spitting in a tube.

Thanks LL Cool J.

See, the very last in-depth branch I went down, in this last year, was my birth dad's. I'd been given enough information from the family, I knew it was there, even if I couldn't decipher the German. Oma was still (and is) alive, at 98! Ok, can I be functioning and loving at 98? Cool genes!

I was more interested in figuring out who my biological mother's father was...

Yep, she's adopted too. Birth mom, product of the end of WWII.

(And my kid's grandmother. She's adopted. That's going to be fun. Apparently I attract it? It's unbelievable what level of attraction.)

Anyway, I thought I had the right Maggio who lived in the Chicago area, and served in WWII. Nope. Close, cousin. Same area of Sicily, same town. But a different Tony Maggio (yes, I'm aware Frank Sinatra's character was Tony Maggio in “From Here to Eternity.”)

Oh the sin, the lust. And I realize, me over turning stones makes people uncomfortable, brings up bad memories, and times in their lives they've probably repressed.

Sorry, a little. But I've paid for those sins too.

Mind-blowing to be figuring this out with the results of the spit tube (for a mere $90.)

This Tony Maggio had already married, circa 1944, in the middle of serving in WWII, but he still banged the cute WAC girl from Indiana, and viola, Mary-Ann (or Patricia, her birthname.) Had to be in that time of the surrender of Europe and the halt of Hitler, and before we dropped the bomb. She was most-likely, thanks to an app calculation from a Google search, conceived the day the bomb was tested at White Sands. July 1945. Good times.

Turns out, my DNA shows her having a sister born 2 months earlier than her. This is going to be rich.
Anyway, back to the tube.

So this ongoing boyfriend, like rabbits and all, his family tree when I circled back to his mother and the in-German print-out, holy cow They are straight-up German royalty. Her grandmother, a Baroness, straight off two lines including King James, and George I. Great stories, eccentric, interesting (and awful) historical figures. Wow, no wonder these people were a little weird about me doing this tree, claiming their heritage.
I ruminated a few months about it, suddenly thinking, wow, I come from actual people who held the power, and now I'm “The Help.” Because I am, it's great. I live in my idea of paradise, in The Rockies, in someone's really beautiful mansion on a mountain. I have to keep it clean, and make them food when they visit. Be polite. Got it.

And then I saw LL Cool J's episode on “Finding Your Roots.” His 70 y.o. Mom never even knew she was adopted. Her parents were dead, and when they did his tree, and put it together with his DNA – OOPS, not matching.
Hmmmm. Maybe I better check.

So here I am, 36 hours since seeing the results. Reeling.

I am 9% Western Europe, which would include German. That's probably the Fleeners right there. Really I'm 31% English, 26% Italian, 19% Scandinavian (?? What?? My adopted brothers supposed to be the Scandinavian one, instead he's German!) 11% Irish (could be Scottish too, Celtic.) a bit of Caucus, European Jew, West Asia.

So wow. I've got a 3rd cousin match, and a bunch of 4th cousins, and it seems to be Simmons with some Carter and Wright thrown in that coincides across the cousins, and they're all pretty much Texans from Houston over into Louisiana since the early 1800's.

So who was this guy, born mid-1940's, getting shipped off to 'Nam circa 1964, via Ft. Bliss, El Paso, TX? Blonde, blue eyed, hairless. Bet he's got a Scandinavian mom.

We shall see. Let the process of elimination begin.

In case its of interest to share on your "Shakin'" site - lord knows I'm shaking. - Sheila

If you recognize any of the surnames, or particular sets of facts Sheila has related, comment here, or email her.

Ditto if you are someone who helps adoptees who are researching family history of their biological parents.

Sheila's email address is sctchef at gmail dot com.
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2016-05-01 08:42 am

Narrowing the gap...

Because of the letters and telegrams from Minnie Shinn to her brother, Jo Desha Williams, I am able to reliably track my great grandparents' movements, and the places they lived.

The 1915 letters place them at their home in Russellville, where they began their married life.
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The latest of those two letters was postmarked 4 Feb 1915.

The 1930 telegrams announcing the death of Minnie's son, Joseph Roy Longworth Shinn, were dated 13 and 14 Feb 1930, and sent to my great grandfather in Little Rock, at 2310 Ringo Street.

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With the letters and telegrams alone, I knew that Desha and Maxie moved from Russellville between 4 Feb 1915 and 14 Feb 1930.

However, from the 1920 census - taken on 10 Jan 1920 - I learned they were already in Little Rock, living at 709 East 14th Street.
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Now, I'd like to narrow it further.

I think I'll spend some time at the library, looking through old Little Rock City Directories on Ancestry.
Image from Google Earth, taken July 2015
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2016-04-30 07:18 am
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AHA! I guessed right...

In my email yesterday was one from the sole surviving sister of Joe Thomas Meek, who wrote a very interesting letter in 1983 about a trip he had taken to Mississippi to see the graves of his great grandfather (my second great grandfather) James Alexander Meek, and James' parents.

After studying that letter in more depth for almost a year, I put forth a theory about why Joe Meek's grandfather had decreed that [n]one of the family can ever be named JAMES or ALEXANDER again, as my grandfather (William Thaddeus Meek) promised.

According to my correspondence with my second cousin, once removed, I was right.
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2016-04-24 05:30 am
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Reconnecting with my Balding cousins

Two of my Balding cousins, Parry and Frances, have been in town this weekend for a funeral for their mother, Miriam Roots Parke Balding.

Parry and Frances are my first cousins, once removed - the son and daughter of Aunt Miriam and my grand uncle, Marvin Parrish Balding, Sr. We are all so close in age that it's often easy to forget they are not my first cousins.

But we had not seen each other since we were all children. This Balding family removed (as our ancestors would say) to Annandale, VA in our childhood. I've been Facebook friends with Parry for a while now, and as a family we recently rounded up the funds to mark the grave of another close Balding relative.

But that's not the same.
Naturally, we reminisced about family. In addition to visiting family graves at Roselawn Memorial Park, we went later in the day to Oakland & Fraternal Historic Cemetery Park to visit Balding and Chapin graves.

I went home after Aunt Miriam's service, and waited for Parry and Frances to call about going to Oakland. I got to thinking about Aunt Miriam's middle name - Roots - and wondered.

Was she descended from Logan Holt Roots, the former Congressman from Arkansas, who is buried at Oakland?

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Family plot of Logan Holt Roots and Emily Margaret Blakeslee


I starting digging farther back into her family tree, and discovered that yes, she was. Logan Holt Roots was Aunt Miriam's great grandfather.

But when I returned to my desk after the trip to Oakland, the Roots family story got even better.
Logan Holt Roots was born on 26 Mar 1841 to Benajah Guernsey Roots and Martha Sibley Holt, at Locust Hill near Tamaroa in Perry County, IL.

As a young man, Benajah Roots moved from his birthplace in Onondaga Co., NY to Sparta, in Randolph Co., IL. There he built a cabin, and went back to New York to get his wife and two children, Oliver Guernsey and Philander Keep Roots. (The latter was known by most people as P K, probably a mercy for a child at any time.)

By 1854, Benajah built a frame house that served the family as both home and school. The home was known as Locust Farm/Locust Hill Academy, and was located near Tamaroa, Perry Co., IL.

In addition to his roles as an educator, civil engineer and lawyer, Benajah Roots was also a stalwart abolitionist, who assisted slaves to freedom through the Underground Railroad. His Locust Hill home with the secret passageway in the basement has been definitively proven to be part of the network of homes used to hide runaway slaves on their way to Canada.

The Southern Illinoian described the danger of Roots' actions this way:
...Jean Ibendahl points out that Root's stand was not popular with his neighbors.

"This was a hotbed of Southern sympathizers," Ibendahl said. "Once, they threatened to tar and feather him, so he left until tempers had cooled down."...One time, two slave owners were convinced Roots had their slaves hidden in the cistern, even though they had searched the property and found nothing.

"They camped in the orchard, which was south of the house," Ibendahl said. "Roots sawed a hole in the kitchen floor to give the slaves food and water. Finally, the owners gave up and left..."

It's the stories of the ancestors - even though these are not mine - that create the fullness of their lives long after they are gone.

Everyone has a story.

I love this one.