tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43498141982780391802024-02-07T21:43:53.901-08:00Family LinesMy venture into the geneaoblog world. I'm not a professional, just someone who enjoys family history and the search for putting flesh and bones on the names and dates of my family lines. I may also post some "lines" of my own about my family history quest. I welcome comments and connections from fellow researchers and possible family members.Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-31401572134170999582010-03-29T14:21:00.000-07:002010-03-29T14:44:58.651-07:00Jesse's Civil War Pension Claim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajKp2m7lpnBVfcZQ0DdynTBwbfZ3Ku6pWGzFNfZss2gRahG50J1N_eTzXk0mA0KHQ781Qy43vjlWq4UII_psfxEgzuHNTnAuoMYg7IdgcZ4qMQvVvfcT99s1LHMZ7ZKrMnL6481mY4oQ/s1600/JesseOsgood2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajKp2m7lpnBVfcZQ0DdynTBwbfZ3Ku6pWGzFNfZss2gRahG50J1N_eTzXk0mA0KHQ781Qy43vjlWq4UII_psfxEgzuHNTnAuoMYg7IdgcZ4qMQvVvfcT99s1LHMZ7ZKrMnL6481mY4oQ/s400/JesseOsgood2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454170104946179794" /></a>Family lore has it that after the Civil War, Jesse Clark Osgood was never the same physically. He was described by family members as being frail afterwards. <div><br /></div><div>Jesse volunteered for service in Company A of the 26th Massachusetts volunteer infantry and was enrolled in the unit on September 30, 1861. He served throughout the war and was discharged in Savannah, Georgia on August 26, 1865. One of my research interests is what happened to my great-great grandfather in between. </div><div><br /></div><div>I recently received from the National Archives Jesse's pension file. It is a treasure trove of facts and information about his service, as well as his wife's widow's pension. There is too much to put into one post. So I will start with a transcription of his original declaration for an invalid pension, signed in 1883 and filed on September 8, 1883:</div><div><br /></div><div>State of Kansas, County of Marion. On this ___ day of ___, A.D. one thousand eight hundred and eighty-three, <i>[For some reason the exact dates are left blank in the document.]</i>, personally appeared before me, the clerk of the District Court, a court of record within and for the county and State aforesaid, Jesse C. Osgood, aged 46 years, a resident of the City of Florence, county of Marion, State of Kansas, who, being duly sworn according to law, declares that he is the identical Jesse C. Osgood who was ENROLLED on the 30 day of September, 1861, in Company A of the 26 regiment of Mass, Inft. Vol. commanded by Col. Edward F. Jones, and was honorably DISCHARGED at Savannah GA on the 26 day of August, 1865; that his personal description is as follows: Age, 46 years; height, 5 feet 6 inches; complexion, Light; hair, light brown; eyes, hazel. </div><div><br /></div><div>That while a member of the organization aforesaid, in the service and in the line of his duty at Forts Jackson & St. Philip in the State of Louisiana on or about the 19 day of April 1862, he took cold from wading in the swamps at the Quarantine station near Fort Jackson which brought on an attack of asthma of a severe and malignant character. That he was treated as follows: in camp; and at the regimental hospital at New Orleans by the Surgeon of the regiment Dr. JG. Bradt between the 25 of July and through the 30 of September 1862. That he has not been employed in the military or naval service otherwise than as stated above. </div><div><br /></div><div>That since leaving the service this applicant has resided in the town of Greenville in the State of Illinois, and at Florence, Marion County, Kansas, and his occupation has been that of a Dentist. That prior to his entry into the service above named he was a man of good, sound, physical health, except slight asthmatical affection from youth, being when enrolled as a farmer. That he is now three fourths disabled from obtaining his subsistence by manual labor by reason of his injuries, above described, received in the service of the United States; and he therefore makes this declaration for the purpose of being placed on the invalid pension roll of the United States. </div><div><br /></div><div>He hereby appoints, will full power of of substitution and revocation, W.F. File of Florence, Marion County, State of Kansas, his true and lawful attorney to prosecute his claim. That he has not received nor applied for a pension. That his Post Office address is Florence, County of Marion, State of Kansas. </div><div><br /></div><div>The document is signed by Jesse C. Osgood with two witnesses. </div><div><br /></div><div>This first claim for a pension was rejected because he admitted to having some slight asthma from his youth. This is great for those of us who are interested in Jesse's service, because he then had to go get multiple declarations from individuals who would attest to his health problems being related to his service. The file contains declarations from fellow soldiers, doctors, and friends who knew him before and after the War. There is also a more detailed declaration from Jesse about the experience he had wading in the swamps that led to his physical disability. Stay tuned, readers!! </div><div><br /></div><div>In the meantime, you can read up on the battle he was involved with. <a href="http://www.mycivilwar.com/battles/620416.htm">The battle of Fort Jackson & Fort St. Philip</a> was fought officially from April 25 through May 1, 1862 in New Orleans. This link will take you to a description of the battle, along with a map of the Mississippi River where it was fought. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-35474701104806210782010-03-08T14:17:00.001-08:002010-03-08T14:48:21.858-08:00Happy birthday, Lucile Fox Osgood!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbjObNWy9xpIOWqOL8t1vVAkcP7bBxQ8SPuEvhBNbQv16ynQF7TitqCktyrYtprz1KRquNlRnFLmWm6FGezzXJDudZS6OLANnDkc_bKa0P3e4CKnVTWmq8lMX8YVNd8W-chkqGUhjcJg/s1600-h/SCAN0198.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbjObNWy9xpIOWqOL8t1vVAkcP7bBxQ8SPuEvhBNbQv16ynQF7TitqCktyrYtprz1KRquNlRnFLmWm6FGezzXJDudZS6OLANnDkc_bKa0P3e4CKnVTWmq8lMX8YVNd8W-chkqGUhjcJg/s400/SCAN0198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446396231653047506" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Today is my Grandma Osgood's birthday. She was born in 1921 in Saffordville, Kansas. She died a little over 5 years ago. I miss her! <div><br /></div><div>Lucile was one of ten children born to William and Lillie Pearl Fox. Only seven daughters survived childhood. Grandma was the third oldest. After high school graduation i n1939, she spent 2 years at the State Teacher's college in Emporia, Kansas. She taught in a one room school house in Florence Kansas. That is where she met a handsome young farmer by the name of Everett Osgood. From what Grandma told my sister and I, Everett would go out of his way to go pick up the daily mail--a route that would take him right by the little schoolhouse. The kids would see him coming and singsong to their teacher, "Here comes Mr. Osgood!" Here is a photo of "Lucie and her kids" in front of the schoolhouse in the early 1940's,</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXwQUwNahfZvQteNKzA8mEfP-dbt8naGy8-K363iLUiXCAWliGK581Q7l-2GgqZ_FQQMgJ1waZ8UeC09q4yPK8Y8zbFQJAjMzZjtCFJCW0jBm2aV8LkfZQN7-kVD2RAasSzCeWmWM6vo/s1600-h/SCAN0204.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXwQUwNahfZvQteNKzA8mEfP-dbt8naGy8-K363iLUiXCAWliGK581Q7l-2GgqZ_FQQMgJ1waZ8UeC09q4yPK8Y8zbFQJAjMzZjtCFJCW0jBm2aV8LkfZQN7-kVD2RAasSzCeWmWM6vo/s400/SCAN0204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446396346910849778" /></a><br />Lucile and Everett were married on April 30, 1944 at the home of her sister in Elmdale, Kansas. They spent their young married life in Florence, but moved to Idaho in about 1953. (I'm sure my mom or uncle Milt can be more specific about this date).<br /><div><br /></div><div>Grandma gave birth to seven babies. Her second, Anita Rae, died at birth. If memory serves me correctly from conversations I had with her and my mom about the event, the baby was breech. The doctors told her that the baby was stillborn, but Grandma heard Anita cry. After that, Grandma had her next baby, my mom, at home. </div><div><br /></div><div>Grandma was a beautiful, strong lady, yet very gentle at the same time. She had a great sense of humor and she loved the Lord. Even though I miss her, I know that one day we will see each other again.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9jWMyUQ0qlMSDCebax-YIy6OPlCBaQORRZamDHgrQTtG_uQwn2LzT_UnN-gbnCvPVhSt5gbWF_fWPQpSpE-rMlrx9cnf-KiJhf_ui65HZdmbGnToNhfvdsK3Sowb63tSIVSCy9oy69w/s1600-h/2000_3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9jWMyUQ0qlMSDCebax-YIy6OPlCBaQORRZamDHgrQTtG_uQwn2LzT_UnN-gbnCvPVhSt5gbWF_fWPQpSpE-rMlrx9cnf-KiJhf_ui65HZdmbGnToNhfvdsK3Sowb63tSIVSCy9oy69w/s400/2000_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446397983416945954" /></a></div><div>Here Grandma meets her newest great grandson, Olivier. This was taken in about 2000. </div></div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-87674704684970202572010-02-18T16:41:00.000-08:002010-02-25T14:49:02.217-08:00A fallen hero<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4nIlP0qWEre8xn4NmOPubJyY4WBB28NECtGoHvn4LE1IKT_mbBcxT9t7j48nfYh2sBf-Qm7kIvJJgVpb-7mG4TajoZJjbwINOojFrV4Xa0Jt_Fcp97WtaBT0ImY1KUiU1anxkc32fOa0/s1600-h/LloydShelton.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4nIlP0qWEre8xn4NmOPubJyY4WBB28NECtGoHvn4LE1IKT_mbBcxT9t7j48nfYh2sBf-Qm7kIvJJgVpb-7mG4TajoZJjbwINOojFrV4Xa0Jt_Fcp97WtaBT0ImY1KUiU1anxkc32fOa0/s400/LloydShelton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439750806097532530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOR0Y-CqMXH-JwpAUrt3XzaX_rrFIMGikqxFo_lUrNv5KkyklGSxDbHi7pMc2zX_RvMjlnwOxz3mlHzEWYJDnDP0QIWGv0tjrU8z46J5Q4O6ompsFzu_4f1_1mS7OV0juvjCdFSDerYoo/s1600-h/Lloydgrave.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOR0Y-CqMXH-JwpAUrt3XzaX_rrFIMGikqxFo_lUrNv5KkyklGSxDbHi7pMc2zX_RvMjlnwOxz3mlHzEWYJDnDP0QIWGv0tjrU8z46J5Q4O6ompsFzu_4f1_1mS7OV0juvjCdFSDerYoo/s400/Lloydgrave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439750794741467602" /></a>Lloyd Shelton was my great grand uncle. He was the younger brother to my great grandfather, Ira Shelton. During the past year when I started looking through the compiled histories that my Grandma Graham sent me, I took note that Lloyd was killed in France in 1918. But since he was not a direct ancestor, I put learning about his service in the back of mind--on my endless "to do someday" lists.<div><br /></div><div>A new found cousin,who is also a niece of Lloyd's, sent me these photographs and it has me itching to learn more about what happened to Lloyd. Born on 29 October 1891, Lloyd was one of 8 children born to Nathaniel and Sarah Shelton in Memphis, Missouri. His younger brother, John Benjamin Shelton, also served during the Great War. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Missouri State Archives reports that Lloyd was inducted into the Army on June 3, 1917 in Nebraska City, Nebraska. when he was 22 2/3 years old. He served with Company B of the 6th Nebraska Infantry, and then was in Company L of the 59th Infantry. The Nebraska connection was odd to me, but I learned from a very wise genealogist friend that this is probably where the military recruiter was from. All of his recruits he essentially had inducted in his home area. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lloyd served overseas from June 29, 1918 until his death on December 4, 1918. The Missouri State Archives remarks that Lloyd "DIED 4 DEC 1918 OF WOUNDS RECEIVED IN ACTION; MOTHER, MRS SARAH SHELTON, MEMPHIS, MO NOTIFIED." Another distant relative who has an excellent website <a href="http://www.brumm.com/genealogy/index.php">here</a> reports that Lloyd died in a military hospital in France. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lloyd died just two weeks after peace was declared on November 11, 1918. How tragic. Imagine the relief Sarah must have felt when she heard about the Armistice. Then two weeks later to learn that one of her two boys would not be coming home in the way that she had hoped.</div><div><br /></div><div>Although a student of history, I have never learned that much in particular about the American involvement in World War 1. This family connection makes me want to learn more. I've learned from a quick search that one of the greatest battles fought by Americans was the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. It went from September 26, 1918 until the end of the war on November 11th. I'm assuming (maybe not a wise thing to do), that Lloyd was wounded in this battle. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lloyd's unit, the 59th infantry, was a part of the 8th Infantry Brigade, 4th "Ivy" Division of the American Expeditionary Forces. (Interesting note-my brother who is currently in the Army was part of the 4th infantry division!) </div><div><br /></div><div>I think I need to see what the National Archives has about this battle, as well as Lloyd's military records. Anyone else interested?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-6353265030041869412010-02-03T10:21:00.001-08:002010-02-03T11:34:44.166-08:00A Cool Guy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjis3BRmoXQeilL1mTQX8azWuvISJZkcVQx_hVUIK96rjlBrz39MFZbQDxaS9C2CNMQyynhzjsyA9zns2lpJdtiVvantTvvSx6OKV6nHrV4LP4QOL0hNAEQKSq5_ia7cQjahp4PIdDL2BA/s1600-h/Pict0005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjis3BRmoXQeilL1mTQX8azWuvISJZkcVQx_hVUIK96rjlBrz39MFZbQDxaS9C2CNMQyynhzjsyA9zns2lpJdtiVvantTvvSx6OKV6nHrV4LP4QOL0hNAEQKSq5_ia7cQjahp4PIdDL2BA/s400/Pict0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434085847362540738" /></a><br />Today is my great-grandfather, Guy Graham's birthday. Guy was born Horace Guy Graham on February 3, 1877 in Centerview, Missouri. He was the seventh of eleven children born to Civil War veteran Robert Barnett Graham and Nancy King Graham. <div><br /></div><div>Guy grew up on the family farm in Missouri. His childhood was described as, "a farm-bred boy who divided his time between the acquirement of an education and the work of the fields." (1) According to an Idaho historical book, after Guy attended the State Normal school as well as the Missouri State University at Columbia. (2) I did some research and contacted the archives at the University of Missouri-Columbia. According to their records, Guy was a student for a winter short course in agriculture for the school year 1900-1901. The archivist described the course to me as one that would be taken by farmers for training in a specific area without going for a four year degree-the precursor of today's extension programs. </div><div><br /></div><div>Guy enlisted in Company L, fourth Missouri Regiment during the Spanish American war. I have not done much research on Guy's military record. I do have a copy of the muster roll that shows his service dates from April 27, 1898 to February 10, 1899. This is an area where I would like to do some research in the future. </div><div><br /></div><div>Guy married fellow Centerview resident Jennie Olivia Shipp on February 25, 1904. The couple soon relocated to Fruitland, Idaho, where they purchased a fruit farm. There he became known as an expert on apple farming. He, "closely studied every question relating to fruit raising, the condition and needs of the soil, the best methods of protecting the trees and evertying that has to do with the propagation of fine fruit." (3) He testified before the United States Congress in 1936 on agricultural matters. (4)</div><div><br /></div><div>Guy was active in politics as well. In 1915, he was appointed horticultural inspector for the state of Idaho. He later became the Commissioner of Agriculture for the state of Idaho. He also served terms in the state Legislature in both the house and Senate. This is another area I would like to learn more about and verify. I would welcome any comments from fellow grandchildren of Guy's who many know more about his political life than I do at the moment. In 1952 he was a delegate in Chicago at the Democratic National Convention. </div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CAny0En-AknaLLXhZxbcrEM37hU073eDudQW6OQO6sjGNedR39CLBx-esBGpu-AYD3GY855YpVfrcYvT2utbyF9qbKybO8kPczD_Jqry-H7T4wHLLvZbNyh1Hk_cnoKCI3cbxFiVOj4/s1600-h/Pict0006.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CAny0En-AknaLLXhZxbcrEM37hU073eDudQW6OQO6sjGNedR39CLBx-esBGpu-AYD3GY855YpVfrcYvT2utbyF9qbKybO8kPczD_Jqry-H7T4wHLLvZbNyh1Hk_cnoKCI3cbxFiVOj4/s400/Pict0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434099715679583746" /></a><br /><div>Guy and Jennie had eight children. My grandfather, Don, was the second youngest. My grandpa followed in his father's agricultural footsteps and became a fruit farmer as well. My dad told me that the farm he grew up on in Fruitland was adjacent to Guy's place. On his last birthday, dad shared some of his memories of his Grandpa Graham. His first comment was that, "He was just a really cool guy!" I regret very much that I did not have a voice recorder at the table that night! (Lesson learned) </div><div><br /></div>I would love to learn more about Guy's character and personality by hearing other descendant's memories and stories about him. I encourage anyone with anything to share to leave a comment in the box below so we can all learn about this really cool guy!<div><br /></div><div>Below is a picture of three generations of Graham men: Guy, my dad Greg as a child, and Donald.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Proex16tlfzVnmd45y-L3zlFHm8Ka3d8356NBtdsJKOgmbO-eOEcXqX0Xa6DKfaCgruJHx_RAQB0mpnoShdQkxqAfpeexUd6KJjLl1uM-W69xIw1Ab9ie-FXLu8QRLJND9iasIMyYI8/s1600-h/SCAN0316.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Proex16tlfzVnmd45y-L3zlFHm8Ka3d8356NBtdsJKOgmbO-eOEcXqX0Xa6DKfaCgruJHx_RAQB0mpnoShdQkxqAfpeexUd6KJjLl1uM-W69xIw1Ab9ie-FXLu8QRLJND9iasIMyYI8/s400/SCAN0316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434100821654004434" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Notes: </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>1. "History of Idaho. The Gem of the Mountains." Illustrated, Volume III, The S.J. Clarke Publishing Company, 1920, page 761.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>2. Ibid</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>3. Ibid, page 762</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>4. "Long and short haul charges: Hearings on H.R. 3263, May 11 to May 28, 1936 by Unite States Congress. Senate. Committee on Interstate Commerce.</i></span></div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-26222939056867043382010-02-02T14:15:00.001-08:002010-02-02T14:49:07.124-08:00Family History Blog Success!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8s4nxQK2XG1FEw93IvVse-g7dWRimbolZoG0we5VVzEghopuSUXUt1EXqbvOergor4oHflWX44-g2QDz1nSGperQvuIoYgbqFBCM-SlnPbbBHvsMf5yHInC_KINoMPmaUWzI1U5xocM/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8s4nxQK2XG1FEw93IvVse-g7dWRimbolZoG0we5VVzEghopuSUXUt1EXqbvOergor4oHflWX44-g2QDz1nSGperQvuIoYgbqFBCM-SlnPbbBHvsMf5yHInC_KINoMPmaUWzI1U5xocM/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433781672141656418" /></a><br />One reason I started this blog was to connect with distant relatives who may also be researching our common family lines. <div><br /></div><div>I'm happy to report that my first connection was made recently, thanks to this blog! I received a letter in the mail from my Grandmother last week. She forwarded me a letter written to her by her cousin. (I need to double check the relationships to be exactly sure). This lady's grandmother was the sister of my great-grandfather, Ira Shelton. She also is a granddaughter of the mysterious Nathaniel Shelton! She was doing some searches online and ran across one of my blog posts about Nathaniel Shelton. Like we are so apt to do while online, she navigated away from my blog and couldn't find it again. But she figured I belonged to my Grandmother, so she wrote her a letter asking to find me. Viola! </div><div><br /></div><div>Like me, she is an amateur family history researcher. We've exchanged some of the information that we each have on Nathaniel. Some of it conflicts, and like my information much of it needs to be verified and sourced. So there is some work ahead of us. But I would like to share with you something she e-mailed me today--a photograph of Nathaniel and Sarah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Deen</span> grave site in Memphis, Missouri. I'm excited to get to know this new cousin and work together with her in discovering more about our common ancestor.</div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-45324391481598677862010-01-20T13:23:00.000-08:002010-01-20T13:42:29.433-08:00A History of "Pioneer Sarah" - Part TwoThe article continues:<div><br /></div><div><i>"Shortly after the end of the Civil War, Henry Fordyce and Rachel/Sarah, along with the Thomas J. Sampson family, joined a wagon train going west for about two years. It is thought they had relatives there. (Note: Thomas J. Sampson was Henry and Rachel/Sarah's son in law. He married their daughter, Mahala Fordyce. TJ was the one who sacrificed his own health and life for his team of horses).</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>In Iowa, another tragedy struck the hearts of the two families - and that of Rachel/Sarah in particular. Her little namesake Rachel, daughter of Thomas and Mahala Sampson, came too close to the fire where trash was burning. She burned to death. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The lure of free homestead land drew them to Kansas, and the families once more packed their belongings. Two sons had been born to the Sampsons while in Iowa, and when they arrived in Marion County in October of 1869, John Wesley Sampson was only a few weeks old. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The two families chose adjoining land on section 14-18-5 in Clear Creek township. Eight months after their arrival, a federal census was taken on June 21, 1870. It listed Henry Fordyce as age 69, white, a farmer born in New Jersey, a citizen, with property of $1,717.00 in value. His wife is listed as Rachel, 71, female, white, b. West Virginia. They lived in Clear Creek township about five miles east of Lincolnville. Living with the Fordyces was an 18 year old youth named Frank Vanmeter.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>In the months that followed, the aging couple met yet another young adventure, building a home, setting up their farming operations, coping with weather and soil vastly different than the lush green land of Indiana. But they were survivors who could meet a challenge. Stone houses were built, orchards planted, fences built, three new grandchildren arrived to be cuddled, and older children needed to be told tales of adventures. Their twilight years could not have been lonely nor empty. In the year of 1878, Rachel/Sarah died. In the months that followed, neighbors by the name of Howell were making a trip to Indiana and offered to take Henry with them. In his luggage Henry packed the Fordyce family Bible and went to Indiana to see his son and relatives. The Howells did not bring him back. According to information in the Marion County (Kansas) Court House, (Book P.P. 176, Register of Deeds), the Howells induced Henry to sign on March 4, 1879, a paper agreeing to give John Howell and wife 80 acres of land in Marion County, Kansas, in exchange for "clothes and board and necessary medical treatment during his life, and, at his death, the said John Howell to furnish the said Henry Fordyce with a respectable burial outfit." Henry, according to the date of death on his tombstone died the same day the agreement was signed, March 4, 1879. The Howells waited seven weeks and filed their claim on April 21, 1879, then waited until February of 1892 to file in Marion County an affidavit or claim to the land, SW quarter-section of 14-18-5 "containing 160 acres, more or less."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Henry died the same month as his son-in-law, Thomas Sampson, husband of the Fordyce's daughter Mahala. Thomas died 29 March 1879 of dust pneumonia, leaving his wife with 10</i></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7TRSH4H-0VgtBqwg_-xGd7dQalA83GssQVcnfCtFiOn6pRMVHjotS_R01ecq9PjEwSs1jZqsBnVgBKMlXkD6zeD_kZegFO5F5OWgjDwz-hx-TRnOjI0V-VNQxvWIoLXnJFPY9Eznbk4/s400/Mahala+Fordyce+Sampson.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428940039954238226" /><div><i> children, one an infant. Thomas must have been something of a powerhouse of a man to have accomplished all that he had in his less than 10 years on the prairie; he had bought expensive machinery, including a threshing machine and well pump. There were notes on the machinery and livestock. He had not expected to die at age 47. Mahala simply could not go to Indiana to see about her father's affairs. So the Howells were able to "absorb" the Fordyce land Mahala and her children sorely needed. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>As to the real name of Rachel/Sarah, we would like to suggest that both Biblical names eminently suited her. She was strong, patient, loving, fruitful, faithful, courageous, and though uneducated because of frontier conditions, she was a splendid teacher by precept and example. She was proud of her heritage and the heritage of her children. She taught her daughter that her ancestry went back to the Mayflower and also the ancestors who arrived with William Penn. Lee Sampson has suggested that Sarah was probably Rachel/Sarah's middle name and that she may have become known as Sarah because she preferred that name. There was both a Sarah and a Rachel among the Thomas Sampson family children. Thomas' mother was named Sarah Grear.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Though there are more records to be searched, and more to be written, it seemed appropriate to write as much of the story of this ancestress as is now available for the reunion of the Sampson family on June 12, 1983, so that it can be distributed and hopefully preserved by someone who may be able to someday find all the remaining story of a gallant lady."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-34888113988506716512010-01-18T15:21:00.001-08:002010-01-18T16:00:48.922-08:00A History of "Pioneer Sarah" - Part One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisMImvvynckbYwYNRU1ci-pTJ5M_r5_DQHRBv8F30nPK2QpBZ3T6GS9N_awuweWXBC6lLCuuMwtScSW7d-Eq0JMQkIiI_cznxjhiQIApNArCzZGIA_4fPsPSiQ6bihjTysuFaNMFLp_BY/s1600-h/SCAN0103.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisMImvvynckbYwYNRU1ci-pTJ5M_r5_DQHRBv8F30nPK2QpBZ3T6GS9N_awuweWXBC6lLCuuMwtScSW7d-Eq0JMQkIiI_cznxjhiQIApNArCzZGIA_4fPsPSiQ6bihjTysuFaNMFLp_BY/s400/SCAN0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428229987853673730" /></a><br />For some time, I have wanted to share about Pioneer Sarah. She is an ancestor who has inspired me, even though I know very little about her. Over the next couple of blog posts, I'm going to transcribe an article written by my grandmother, Lucile Fox Osgood's, third cousin, Vida Soyez Vinduska. I hope other descendants of this great lady find the story interesting. This photo of Sarah's final resting place actually was something that inspired me while in labor with my daughter, Isabelle. Knowing I came from such strong stock helped me through the difficult times! <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>The beautiful tribute to "Pioneer Sarah" in the Marion County Record of May 25 is greatly appreciated by her family, and, though it is wished that her grave could have been surrounded by kinfolk, she has always been in their hearts as is exemplified by the stone erected to her memory by her great-grandchildren, among whom are the children of Miles Elsworth Sampson and John Wesley Sampson. The stone was especially the project of William Thomas Sampson who supervised its production and installation. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>For more than twenty years I, Vida Soyez Vinduska, have periodically worked at learning the history of Rachel/Sarah, and about five years ago two cousins joined in the search. Beulah Fisher Boyer and retired Lt. Col. Edward E. Sampson, an excellent researcher, have helped to gather some interesting lore.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>Over the years, we have puzzled over how she became known as "Sarah." Col. Sampson found her in an Indiana (1850) census as Rachel, 53, born in West Virginia. her husband, Henry Fordyce, was listed as aged 49, born in New Jersey. her children at that time were listed as Jane, 20; Mary, 18; Mahala, 14; and William H., 12; all born in Ohio. Also living in the household were a daughter, Ann, and grandchildren, Elvira Allen, 4; and Emore (Elmore?) Allen, 3.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>A Kansas death record for her daugher, Mahala Fordyce Sampson, who died in 1931, gave her mother's maiden name as Clark. In the Kansas census of 1870, she is listed as Rachel, 71, born in West Virginia. On a recent (April 1983) visit to the Mormon Archives in Salt Lake City an 18 Jan. 1838 birth record for William Henry Fordyce gave his parents' names as Henry Fordyce/Rachel Stackhouse. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>Family tradition has it that Rachel was married twice, but we have not been able to find her marriage records which would help sort out which name, Clark or Stackhouse, was her</i></div><div><i> maiden name. Mrs. Grace Soyez of Marion remembers her grandmother, Mahala Fordyce Sampson, telling her that her mother was married twice, having had 15 daughters during her first marriage, and that Mahala and William Henry were born to the second, or Fordyce, marriage.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>A descendant of Rachel/Sarah Clark Stackhouse Fordyce, whose name was Rebecca Fordyce Deardorff of Ellendale, North Dakota, and who was a granddaughter of Rachel/Sarah wrote a Fordyce family history which gave the information that Henry Fordyce married Rachel Clark, of Dutch descent. She had no information on the possibility that Rachel/Sarah was married twice, but did relate that she had 17 children, 16 daughters and one son, William Henry Fordyce, born 1 Jan 1838 in Clinton Co., Ohio. The daughters she named were: Betsey, b. 15 March 1821; Jane, b. 5 Oct. 1829; Mary b. 1 June 1833; Mahala b. 18 Feb. 1836,and she gave Sarah, Ann, and Annie, whose birth dates she did not know. Rebecca related that the other nine girls died in childhood. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>In 1847, Henry Fordyce and his brother James decided to move their families from Ohio to Indiana, and in oct. of that year the two families arrived in Wabash County, Indiana. The trip, made in oxen-drawn covered wagons, had been slow. There were no roads. Often they had to cut down trees to make a road so they could get through. At their destination in Wabash County, they had to cut down trees to build a small log cabin where both families lived until they could build a second cabin...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>Life could not have been easy for Rachel/Sarah. Born on the frontier of West Virginia in 1799, she was to make homes in Ohio, Indiana, Iowa, possibly Illinois, and Kansas before she died. She had buried nine little daughters by the time she was 32. In all she bore 17 children. The last was her only son, William Henry, born Jan 1. 1838, when she was 40. When she was 62, she saw both her handsome young son and her husband, aged 60, march off to fight in the Civil War. Henry was enrolled as a private in Company C, 40th Regiment of Indiana Volunteers at Peoria, Ill., on the 13th of Nov. 1861, by Capt. Leaming and was mustered into the military forces of the United States at Lafayette, Indiana in December 1861 for a period of three years. His physical description: eyes, grey; hair, grey; height, 5 foot 8 1/2 inches; complexion, light. His nativity, New Jersey, Essex County, occupation, farmer. He was discharged at Murfreesboro, Tennessee, March 17, 1863. Reason: disability. </i></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>The son, William Henry, told of a severe eye infection he himself contracted during the</i></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDL5eVBYq-R8zP9gD71-ElxCJndm7ouOT39qjZVSNc9MPtKCC3Xo2J5qPuIjNH9pySuFRVgTCdQpREeZdJKqkDaT_D3NGXvtrs9m3ge9k-j8upMZqOMhmHOG8bzBH_osN0uIpZ3JoWrs/s400/William+Henry+Fordyce.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428231083708865666" /><div><i> war. The best the medics could do was to tie him hand and foot to railroad rails so they could pour a solution of lye into his eyes to fight the infection. There was some damage to his eyes. But, still sighted, he wrote a letter to his sister, Mahala Fordyce Sampson, in 1915.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The photo here is of Rachel/Sarah's son, William Henry in his military uniform. Much thanks to Loretta Klose (another descendant) for this picture. </div><div><br /></div><div>Stay tuned to my next post for the continuation of the story! </div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-9099079690098381152010-01-15T14:04:00.000-08:002010-01-15T15:09:48.035-08:00Happy Birthday, William Lemuel Shipp!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKOUWmJ2vZ-XFxIhyphenhyphenZfm5-S7rGev_UE3fvV9Ve_7SQIdaetDhanofgizu7YvoWR_ySBwPxSuwFQUkIoq_wSDn20pqY2v6YuiEksBaQRZ9XBT67KuVKpQZAXS7_tX1wKyXx6C6cIotty8/s1600-h/WilliamLShipp.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKOUWmJ2vZ-XFxIhyphenhyphenZfm5-S7rGev_UE3fvV9Ve_7SQIdaetDhanofgizu7YvoWR_ySBwPxSuwFQUkIoq_wSDn20pqY2v6YuiEksBaQRZ9XBT67KuVKpQZAXS7_tX1wKyXx6C6cIotty8/s400/WilliamLShipp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427094503507309730" /></a>My great-great grandfather on my dad's side is William Lemuel Shipp. He was born on this day 155 years ago in Springfield, Missouri. (January 15, 1855). He was the second of nine children born to Rufus Earl Shipp and Olivia Freeman Shipp. <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>By his teenage years, William's family had moved to Johnson County, Missouri. This is where William would live the rest of his life. William married Mary Roop when he was 22. Together, they would have four children. Their eldest daughter, Jennie Olivia, was my great-grandmother. The family lived in Centerview, Missouri. </div><div><br /></div><div>On the federal census, William always listed his occupation as "farmer." However, he was very involved in local affairs. He was the Justice of the Peace for Centerview Township in 1882. He was elected as County Officer in 1902 on the Democratic ticket. He was also very invovled in educating the children of Centerview. He was the Principal of Centerview school and was elected school superintendent in 1905, 1907 and 1909. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>William died on September 1, 1933 at the age of 78. His death certificate is interesting in a couple of ways--I'm adding it here to see if anyone can help decipher and add meaning to it. Where it lists his area of work, it looks like "Poet Master and Teacher." A poet? I knew about the teacher part. But perhaps William had a talent for prose as well. If so, it would be amazing to find some of his writings. Any of my Graham cousins know anything about this??</div><div><br /></div><div>As for his cause of death, the doctor who completed the death certificate has the sterotypical doctor's writing. It looks like William suffered from prostate cancer. Anyone want to take a try at translating? Leave a comment!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVHr4EGXythGyhUSj5uGifZoL0yN6Q94e5U0uN9XdKnqZ2FBZPoNXiSPlprVIlhhpmp_A17mBIRpEHtfE7S7v5mOOwYQHFyDmOMx6wcyaR9GWrTIrFMQrTSCHysNwzHJuVzQhnG5t750/s400/WilliamLDeath.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427106034996411538" /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div> </div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-17604173809970317272010-01-05T14:23:00.000-08:002010-01-05T14:30:45.843-08:00A new image of Karl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2eXHfID0JOHU_l50NE6tYd6nAYPpdVucFNOOrx2ChOgoOeZIhHymNO__MwKS3sGpNWOIjrAQ7Qt-w_s7FZLCzLYErfDeVetdEKclDCmRr7ekcLj1A5Y8IY4lyBw0bGxlxac-PQb4prVE/s1600-h/karlklien.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2eXHfID0JOHU_l50NE6tYd6nAYPpdVucFNOOrx2ChOgoOeZIhHymNO__MwKS3sGpNWOIjrAQ7Qt-w_s7FZLCzLYErfDeVetdEKclDCmRr7ekcLj1A5Y8IY4lyBw0bGxlxac-PQb4prVE/s400/karlklien.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423385318927813794" /></a>Karl Kline is my great-great grandfather. He has been a frequent subject of this blog. You can read one of my former posts <a href="http://family-lines.blogspot.com/2009/09/karl-klinethe-mystery-continues.html">here</a> .<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, one of my joys of 2009 was finding another granddaughter of Karl's, who still lives in Kansas. Her mother was my great-grandmother's older sister. Connecting with this cousin has been great for me, as well as for my mom. </div><div><br /></div><div>This wonderful cousin sent me this picture this week in the mail. It's of Karl! The back of the photo says: Karl Gottlieb Kline. Driving water wagon in Marion, KS. Main street, just west of bridge. </div><div><br /></div><div>I thought other descendants of Karl would like to see it too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy!<br /><div><br /></div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-60583285039693070912010-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:002010-01-01T00:00:04.945-08:00Sampsons and Klines-my maternal line<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPUGkHD6ISxd_EwzWe26532vR7JIRlYoR_V5NHOL_hKXOmMzzww-68UONnUPrRhIBKQkPuq9YJQKsZCJNqc5CeCNXd4RcL-4BXSdu7ZsGWC_EgsLuM8ajiF8ZQa7B5bbBHt26JAsch8w/s1600-h/Amelia+Wendel+Kline+-+maybe+George+Cutler.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPUGkHD6ISxd_EwzWe26532vR7JIRlYoR_V5NHOL_hKXOmMzzww-68UONnUPrRhIBKQkPuq9YJQKsZCJNqc5CeCNXd4RcL-4BXSdu7ZsGWC_EgsLuM8ajiF8ZQa7B5bbBHt26JAsch8w/s320/Amelia+Wendel+Kline+-+maybe+George+Cutler.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421136964336179186" /></a>I wanted to share some photos that I was so graciously sent by a new-found cousin who is also a descendant of the Kline's and Sampson's. I know that my Osgood family will probably enjoy them. Consider it a New Year's gift! I hope you all are as thrilled with them as I am!<div><br /></div><div>This is a photo of Amelia Wendel Kline. She is with her son in law, George Cutler. Amelia lived several years after her husband, Karl, died in 1907. The 1910 census lists her living with another daughter and son-in-law, the Linn's. Her occupation is listed as a "washerwoman." Apparently, Amelia spoke mostly German, and very little English. She died in 1923. Her</div><div> daughter, Caroline Juliann, married Miles Ellsworth Sampson.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Llo3wxOWw0jXSa8_nH26WGLKYXkkDXccyMCWTRTeIm5CNEZSPEZjoHg2Sn0-LBnfj20R4wWacU-VpRON6hjur1lkK6MZl8o9BRT79jSKZq1lREN9IFOizcjAzIy0mYAeVqnERVS1rZs/s320/Mahala+Fordyce+Sampson.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421138220107626258" /></div><div>Miles Sampson's mother was Mahala Fordyce Sampson.</div><div> Here is a fantastic photo of her. She was born in 1835 and died in 1931. She looks like a very strong</div><div> lady, doesn't she? It was her husband, TJ, who died after saving his team of horses from a dust storm in 1879. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mahala's son, Miles Ellsworth, was the father of Lillie Pearl Sampson. As mentioned above, he married Caroline Kline. Here are two photos of them, one early on and another at their 60th wedding anniversary.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VDRxyTI1YSh2UGcTdcUWKR16KrD4VfJoC3W3d3H5x6H0LwvDTdV1SDQuNOF5rJhCiEHskI0vHj8blsOWlc-c64AFPS7wmp9r0n6g9OlMiyNuImnz5-OS3rSslmHl_0c3_S9Af7GtUE0/s320/Miles+and+Caroline+Sampson2.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421142853461699010" /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis64mRQ4cpmwOYulfRuGJUcZB2aoLGf1JBQHii7WeClqA1XIPYCa1v0JqmmS_bTJYWAUCos3jVsKXDmU_FZf7tGGWyTlEEwlRGeCo3q-uFqxSs9Dui9I7POrlFDDoLzmevhj8Qk6rTS20/s320/Grandpa+and+grandma+60th+anniversary.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421143037044206722" /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFLAYskAynND_-rB-BY6N59TtR7CuPV67adAQgei31lSF8jKcUVKjjnSlG5aEDnpUgIqWz_lUkWd4PpjNitXXN6Lm6D-2lvyvAfNVp8mV3UhS87ghnXTcNRuKjcoD9-O3u4qErXoCBY8/s320/Pearl+Albert+Effie+and+Mabel.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421140323072280882" /></div><div><br /></div><div>The children in this picture are their four eldest: Lillie Pearl (born in 1894), Effie (born in 1899), Albert (born in 1898), and Mabel (born in 1901). Since she looks the oldest, I'm assuming the girl on the left is my great-grandma Lillie Pearl. I just love the curly hair and ribbons! </div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-14017036855627494162009-12-30T12:42:00.000-08:002009-12-30T12:53:37.581-08:00Going back on the Shelton/Dean side and finding a cousinI've got a google alert set for anything that pops up in the internet having the words "Nathaniel Shelton" and "Memphis, Missouri." As regular readers will recall, Nathaniel is a brick wall of mine and I'm always on the lookout for anything that will help me find his parents or even give me an idea of what his life was like. <div><br /></div><div>Yesterday, a hit came for Nathaniel's death certificate on someone's website. I have had the document for some time, but it was exciting to see that there was someone else out there who had been researching Nathaniel. First off, the website is AMAZING and very well documented. I'm sure it took years of work to compile and document everything. There are over 49,000 individuals in this person's tree, and over 1,300 photos. It is searchable and is really a treasure. </div><div><br /></div><div>Who is the website owner, exactly? The website is called "<a href="http://www.brumm.com/genealogy/index.php">The Families of Dennis W. Brumm</a>." Perhaps he is a distant cousin? I do believe we are some sort of</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6f6_TRjcoR4ZtNEpQIUVz1U2LV_8PnhCvLEIMAxkkFf7z_VIRdrXqueVvvFNvxCnrrhl8K_EvxEGC_Nu5DFtePjr7Y1B_V6p3Dzt5SYgc5oFbUMwjAqC1XT_VVJqkZxFGxNOM1K7WwNs/s400/John+Dean+Cabin+WVA.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421133161135391938" /><div> cousin, since I found the following picture on the website. It is the cabin of John Dean and Mary Nicely. John and Mary were ancestors of Nathaniel's wife Sarah Dean. They are my 5th great grandparents, they are Dennis' 4th great grandparents. This is what the site shared about this cabin in West Virginia: </div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>"This is the house in which my fourth great grandparents, John Dean and Mary Knicely, lived. They were married January 12, 1787 in Rockingham County, Virginia. These were kindly provided by Jim Shelton, another descendant of John and Mary. Jim kindly provided the photographs and the following information, (November 2008):</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"...Attached are a couple of pictures of the John Dean cabin that I had taken while we were there. The log cabin is in very good shape for its age. It had been sided and a tin roof put on it. The cabin was lived in by the Dean family for many years after old John had died [1813]. John Dean built the cabin in the 1790's. And at the time we were there, Dean Gap was owned by a Mr. Teeter...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>John Dean was buired on the hillside over looking his cabin in Dean's Gap, along side his father-in-law, Anthony Knicely. There are two stones there marking their grave site. A distant cousin of mine was there 5-6 years ago and saw them. When we were there 3-4 years ago with him, it was so overgrown that we could not find them." </i></div></div><div><br /></div><div>My research at this point does not go beyond John and Mary on the Dean family line. But I'm hopeful that with the new connection with this cousin and his connections that I may learn more about the Shelton/Dean lines. </div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-45564422795108750472009-12-28T18:01:00.000-08:002009-12-28T18:55:18.923-08:00A Sampson Story...with a picture!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLwYAi4ZCwSdRWcUCXNJML7ysMolSNAzgvT7uSJ_o4Hquio9XfX5Hfaq8BlwGgm9VLHj9vv-ypAQ9dSTKX5l8t33I6ZimyEVI-W6V5RtLLzqDcvQBsX-xEkSKXkdzzilh-vv227NHmFNA/s1600-h/Miles,+Caroline,+Lillie,+Albert+Effie.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLwYAi4ZCwSdRWcUCXNJML7ysMolSNAzgvT7uSJ_o4Hquio9XfX5Hfaq8BlwGgm9VLHj9vv-ypAQ9dSTKX5l8t33I6ZimyEVI-W6V5RtLLzqDcvQBsX-xEkSKXkdzzilh-vv227NHmFNA/s400/Miles,+Caroline,+Lillie,+Albert+Effie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420474869462321234" /></a><br />I'm thrilled to get some new photos of some of my Sampson ancestors. A recently found cousin (2 times removed) has shared them with me on Facebook. I'm loving seeing these pictures-its like a holiday gift! This photo is of Miles Ellsworth Sampson and his wife, Caroline Kline Sampson, with their three eldest children. The picture was probably taken around the turn of the century. The oldest daughter, Lillie Pearl, is my great-grandmother. Since I don't want to just throw up a picture without a story, here is one that happened a few years before this photo was taken. <div><br /></div><div><div>Lillie Pearl Sampson was born near what was Elk, Kansas, on the Stowers place on Middle Creek in December 1894. The next year she and her parents Miles Ellsworth and Caroline Julianne Kline Sampson traveled by covered wagon to homestead newly opened land in Arkansas. Baby Lillie rode for 5 weeks on the dusty trails to her new home. Her father built a cabin and cleared new land. The future looked promising for this young couple who homesteaded in this new state. But they soon found out "Yankees" weren't welcome in Arkansas. So after approximately four years of hard work Lillie awoke one morning to the sounds of angry "neighbors" cross plowing her parents beautiful crops and abundant garden. The civil war had left hostile feelings and they were told to get out. So the family with five year old Lillie and her baby brother Albert William who was born in Arkansas in 1898 returned to Kansas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back in Kansas, Miles and Caroline went on to have six more children. </div><div><br /></div><div>Stay tuned for more on the Sampsons!</div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-11555142770978953502009-12-23T07:13:00.000-08:002009-12-23T07:40:06.078-08:00My Family History wish listAs I consider the past year of research and look ahead to 2010, here are some of my family history wishes. Some are areas where I would like to break through brick walls. Others are just things I would like to get my hands on. Here goes:<div><br /></div><div><ul><li>I wish that some kind Osgood relative lets me see Jesse Clark Osgood's diary. Jesse is my 2nd great-grandfather. Regular followers of this blog will remember I had a sample of his <a href="http://family-lines.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-was-jesse-clark-osgood.html">handwriting analyzed</a> in October. I know the diary exists. It has been at Osgood family reunions that I was not at. It is probably in the hands of one of my second cousins. I'd even be happy with a photocopy. If I were to get it, I would transcribe it and give copies of that to all Osgood's who wanted it. It is a treasure! This blog would benefit too! </li><li>June is going to be a good month for family history. One of my Osgood first cousins is getting married in June. I'm excited to go to the wedding, of course, but I'm also excited that this will be an opportunity to have a family reunion. I hope to do some oral history interviews with my aunts, uncles, and cousins. I also hope to be able to walk through Grandma and Grandpa Osgood's house one last time, if it hasn't been sold by then. I also want to spend some time at the Payette courthouse and look up some probate records of my Graham ancestors. I've also had some contact with a branch of the Graham family that we never knew (my Grandpa Graham's brothers and sisters and their kids). I'd like to be able to meet some of them during this trip. </li><li>I'd like to be able to get my hands on some farm schedules from the censuses. From other census records I have of my ancestors, I know which number the family is on the schedule. It would be so neat to be able to see the details on Robert Barnett Graham's farm, say in 1870 and 1880! It's just a matter of getting to a place where I can look them up, since they are not online. Hmmm....I probably need to get to know my local family history library. </li><li>The Kline family is still a mystery to me. I would like to be able to find Karl Kline's death certificate. He died before the state of Kansas started collecting birth and death certificates, but perhaps there is a record in Marion county. I also would like to find more census records of the Kline's. I'd like to find them before 1880 to document their migration from Ohio to Kansas. I'd also like to find a record of Karl's military service during the Civil War. </li><li>Pioneer Sarah. I haven't done much research on her yet. She is an enigma, and someone who's story needs to be told. I'll share what I do know of her soon. </li><li>I'd love to have new cousins make contact with me. It doesn't matter from which branch of the tree they come from. It is so amazing to make connections with others who have been doing research and happen to be related. I've got my "tentacles" out on bulletin boards, Ancestry.com, and this blog. Any day could be the day to meet new cousins!</li><li>I also hope to be able to keep up with this blog. I'll admit, it has been hard this fall. We moved and are getting settled into our new house. I haven't had the time to think much about family history, much less organize my thoughts to be able to post. I'm hoping that in 2010 I will be able to pick up at a better pace. </li></ul><div>This isn't an exclusive list! I'm thrilled at every new lead, every new tidbit of information. Anyone out there with a family connection have any information that they would like to have me find out? (Not that I'm taking orders or anything!) Leave a comment!<br /></div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-88321061176055240202009-12-07T13:48:00.000-08:002009-12-07T14:26:27.409-08:00The value of a good pair of horses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUxkUL_ixtUe0dUa7vmZpJFVv-GxhwA3utwFtKmz2Tcsuw8Ksp7fFgLn1w7VAX0ICot384FlXr_le6dJUaVymMQHc5qbVFi7k9XNVSms25K4UbT4daIvHlTCdf89ADADUCFMMtTrq0Dg/s1600-h/Sampson+Family+1886.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUxkUL_ixtUe0dUa7vmZpJFVv-GxhwA3utwFtKmz2Tcsuw8Ksp7fFgLn1w7VAX0ICot384FlXr_le6dJUaVymMQHc5qbVFi7k9XNVSms25K4UbT4daIvHlTCdf89ADADUCFMMtTrq0Dg/s320/Sampson+Family+1886.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412616405664727106" /></a><br />This is the story of my 3rd great grandfather on my mother's side, Thomas Jasper Sampson. He was known as "T.J." <div><br /></div><div>This is a photograph of some of his children taken in 1886, about 7 years after Thomas died. Their son, Miles E. is in my family line. He is the first man standing on the left. He married Caroline Kline, the daughter of Karl and Amelia Kline. (See previous posts with my musings on them!) <div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TJ</span> and his wife Mahala lived on the Kansas prairie in Marion County during the 1870's. Prior to living in Kansas, they lived in Wabash, Indiana and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wapello</span>, Ohio. They had fourteen children between the years of 1853 and 1879. Three daughters died before reaching adulthood. Sarah was 11 months old when she died in 1854. Rachel was 3 years old when she died in 1868 and Mahala was 15 when she died in 1877. I am in awe of how strong this couple must have been to have so many children-and be able to move interstate with so many! My family just moved 3 miles away with 3 kids. It was one of the most difficult things we have ever done as a family. But moving from Iowa to Kansas, probably in a covered wagons, with 8-10 kids!? I am convinced we do not know difficulty these days.</div><div><br /></div><div>According to the 1870 census, the Sampson's were a farming family. The value of his real estate is reported as $1,100 and personal estate $837. They lived near Mahala's elderly parents, Henry and Rachel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fordyce</span>. (Otherwise known as Pioneer Sarah.)</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfwC5uXJiGivSR9H3gnG16uvH2nYdKjkFpBwwN-u7IAxt3AU1Zh4_pIkIyopxFIdsUl2h4nMH8ULDH03NHiuB0BhBR7u4twErgpghNvrhH8RR8DOFA4f35p9wsx4X9IEIzmtCeVFdjMUA/s320/SCAN0096.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621722548133346" /><div><br /></div><div>On a blustery March day in 1879, a 46 year old Thomas hitched a team to the wagon and set out for Council Grove for supplies. On the way home a dust storm caught him, and T.J. feared for the lives of his valued horses. He removed his jacket and tied it around "Kit's" head. next he removed his shirt and wrapped it around "Kip's" head. Evidently, he had no other piece of cloth to protect his own lungs from the dust laden cold March wind. A week later he was dead of dust pneumonia. His youngest child, Maggie May, was only 2 months old. </div><div><br /></div><div>This just goes to show how valuable a good team of horses was to a farmer on the Kansas prairie. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-87411668895984653782009-11-30T06:00:00.000-08:002009-11-30T06:00:06.093-08:00Monday Memory-Grandma Osgood's collections<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSqtiApeGwx72uDyeNuAKMQskM2EhxFdtStf7oYu-XzuRN67KBSsNkj4RcRZfzJB1A6Tu4sZF1pe121Y2jHL3X8x_mBPpmJgvZ-N8WUI1AQCsCGShbYvBRWO7AsPveUtB5Axjqw2FWJc/s1600-h/ADDMom-Christmas-76.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSqtiApeGwx72uDyeNuAKMQskM2EhxFdtStf7oYu-XzuRN67KBSsNkj4RcRZfzJB1A6Tu4sZF1pe121Y2jHL3X8x_mBPpmJgvZ-N8WUI1AQCsCGShbYvBRWO7AsPveUtB5Axjqw2FWJc/s320/ADDMom-Christmas-76.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401841948597926034" /></a>Ever since I can remember, my Grandma Osgood (my mom's mom) was a collector. I don't know if she was earlier in her life, but I sure do remember her enjoying her collectibles. But I have many memories of Grandma's various collections. This is a photo of Grandma on Christmas in 1976. You can see a gift on her lap that she is getting ready to open. Perhaps it is going to add to one of her collections?<div><br /></div><div>For a long time, it was understood that Grandma collected frogs. All kinds of frogs. Wind up frogs that would hop across the table, frogs that would swim in your bathtub, glass frogs, stuffed frogs, you name it. I don't know why she liked to collect them, but she did. I remember going through her frog collection with her when we were visiting in the summer. So whenever we would see a frog item, it had Grandma's name written all over it. At some point as I got older, somehow word got out that Grandma was kind of tired of frogs. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next collection I remember was her collection of cartoon glasses. Hanna Barbera cartoons, to be exact. I seem to vaguely recall that there was some kind of promotion at a local store or fast food place that got this collection going. Mom told me over the Thanksgiving holiday it was in soap boxes. They were great glasses, perfect for that one soda we were allowed each day from her vending machine in the back. She had all the characters: Bugs Buggy; Daffy Duck; Pepe LePeu; Speedy Gonzales; Elmer Fudd; and that rooster whose name escapes me now. After Grandma died the brothers and sisters (my aunts and uncles) got together and divided up some of the personal property. Mom came home with a couple of these glasses. Sometimes when I'm at her house and I'm helping myself to a drink, I see them in the cupboard and a flash of memory of grandma goes up. It's nice. Without even knowing about this post, Mom had them out on Thanksgiving for us to use. </div><div><br /></div><div>The collection I most identify with was Grandma's doll collection. I have a bit of one of these myself. ;-) I remember in the early 1980's being enchanted with her Prince Charles/Lady Diana wedding set. Jr. High girls like me were enthralled with Lady Di and her story of becoming a princess. Another one that jumps to my mind is Scarlett O'Hara. It was around Jr. High that I became a history buff, and the Civil War was one of my favorite subjects. The glamour of the Southern Belles, of course, was enchanting to me as well. So once I saw the movie, "Gone With the Wind" I fell in love with Grandma's Scarlett doll. (I fell in love with the movie too, its probably my all time favorite picture.) Scarlett was dressed as she was when she is going to the Wilkes' barbecue/ball. Grandma told me that "Gone With the Wind" was a movie that she and Grandpa went out to see on a date. That made it even more special to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>She had other dolls too. I remember mom getting her a Madame Alexander doll that looked like Betsy Ross. When I went to the Provence region of France for the first time, I got her a local doll called a Santon. Grandma kept most of the smaller dolls in a cupboard with some wavy glass over it. So you couldn't really see the dolls unless she would open up the case and show you. It was a highlight of a trip to Idaho to have Grandma display her dolls for us. </div><div><br /></div><div>There probably were other collections too, but these were the ones I most remember. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-17113404906837395322009-11-09T06:00:00.000-08:002009-11-09T06:00:04.780-08:00Guy's Grandfather, John Graham.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_qOWPAPy4oLEXSoW0ftW5r9E3t9zd4t-dn9uxUrR30dd7phNbAbZWxys3H6His_nkJF-FajBFHO1feqXUhuS5frTKbZnuKBmMNIzV9vmP2Bj8YVdQs8bmWlnenL-9iAD8SugCNNCJPE/s1600-h/Graham_NancyHobson.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_qOWPAPy4oLEXSoW0ftW5r9E3t9zd4t-dn9uxUrR30dd7phNbAbZWxys3H6His_nkJF-FajBFHO1feqXUhuS5frTKbZnuKBmMNIzV9vmP2Bj8YVdQs8bmWlnenL-9iAD8SugCNNCJPE/s320/Graham_NancyHobson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401518593390196626" /></a><div>Another gem in the mail from the Missouri Historical Society. It's a death announcement for my 3rd great grandfather, John Guy Graham. It gives me the perfect opportunity to share a little bit about what I know about him. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was born in Wythe, Virginia, in 1811, the son of Robert Craig Graham and Catherine Crockett. As mentioned in a previous post, Robert and Catherine moved their family of 7 children (ranging in ages of the eldest, John, at 22 to the youngest, Mary, being about 3 years old) to Missouri in 1833 with a few household possessions. The overland trip of over 560 miles took the family forty-two days. (That's about 13 miles a day) They spent the winter in Boone County and later moved on to Johnson County. </div><div><br /></div><div>John Guy married Nancy Hobson in 1838 when he was 27 years old and she was 16. Nancy's father, Joseph Hobson, gave the couple a 6 year old slave girl named Ann as a wedding present. I found an 1850 slave schedule for the Federal Census that shows John Graham as owning a 16 year old female slave. Family lore says that Ann had 2 children of her own and continued to live in a little house on one corner of the farm until her children were grown and married. John and Nancy had 12 children, 11 of which grew to adulthood. </div><div><br /></div><div>According to a County History of Johnson County published in 1895, at the time of his death, John owned 540 acres of land. He possessed the "sturdy and fearless qualities necessary to the pioneer, and met all misfortunes bravely. His death on July 3, 1878 was felt to be a public loss and his old friends and neighbors still hold his memory dear." I wonder what misfortunes they encountered? The County History does mention John and his brother, Samuel, helping their father clear the land of trees and farm it. There were also conflicts with the Osage Indians in 1837 and the "Mormon troubles" in 1838. Of course, in his elder years, the nation was held in the grip of the Civil War. It was particularly brutal in Missouri, a border state that had both Confederate and Union units-not to mention guerrilla gangs with shifting allegiances.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Journal-Democrat newspaper from Warrensburg, Missouri printed this on July 12, 1878 on page 3, column 7:</div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote>"DEATHS-GRAHAM-At his residence near Centreview, in this county, on Wednesday, the 3d inst.. John G. Graham, in the 68th year of his age. Mr. Graham, (or "Uncle Guy" as he was familiarly called) was one of the oldest citizens of Johnson County, having resided on the farm where he died exactly forty years, on the day of his death. His preeminent virtues may be epitomized in the statement that Johnson county never had a better citizen. We hope next week to publish a biographical sketch of the good man, from the pen of Rev. S.H. McElvaine, who is well qualified for the task."</blockquote><div>It is interesting that he was known as "Uncle Guy." We know John had siblings who all had their own families. There must have been a lot of nieces and nephews around at the end of his life for him to be known by such a nickname. Or perhaps he was just the kind of person that everyone felt a connection to that the moniker spread. </div><div><br /></div>I am excited at the prospect of a larger biographical sketch of John. I plan on contacting the reference specialist there who found this for me to see if she can find the article mentioned in this death notice. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Notes:</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yet another thanks goes to the </span><a href="http://www.raogk.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Random Acts of Genealogical Kindness</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> website for the photograph in this post. One of their volunteers in Johnson County made several trips to local cemeteries to get dozens of photos of Graham gravesites. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The County History mentioned is available on the </span><a href="http://cdm.sos.mo.gov/cdm4/document.php?CISOROOT=/mocohist&CISOPTR=21629&REC=15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Missouri Digital Heritage website</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. (A fantastic site, by the way). The book also gives some information on other Graham's who lived in the County. It is called "Portrait and Biographical Record of Johnson and Pettis Counties Missouri. Containing Portraits and Biographical Sketches of Prominent and Representative Citizens of the Counties. Together with Biographies and Portraits of all the Presidents of the United States." Chicago, Chapman Publishing Co. 1895</span><br /></li></ul></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-38387623212249815072009-11-07T15:27:00.000-08:002009-11-07T15:34:33.057-08:00A Happy Announcement<div style="text-align: left;">As a member of the Missouri Historical Society, I am able to request newspaper announcements at a reduced rate from the Society. I got a copy of the marriage announcement for my great grandparents in the mail today that I wanted to share with everyone:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Warrensburg Journal-Democrat</span></div><div>March 4, 1904, page 4, column 3</div><div><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div>"GRAHAM-SHIPP-On Thursday evening of last week, Mr. Guy Graham to Miss Jennie Shipp, both of Centreview. The ceremony took place at the home of the bride in Centreview and was performed by Rev. J.W. Sullivan. Only relatives and a few immediate friends were present. The groom is a son of Judge R.B. Graham of Centreview township and the bride is a daughter of Prof. W.L. Shipp, county superintendent of schools. The young couple expect to leave for the west soon to make their future home. The best wishes of a host of Missouri friends go with them."</div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote></blockquote></div></blockquote><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHhJSdFlf1YmN5EaTstPGOQ2HOqWIxU1mjF2nJ17HJqKV492phqXra8za7gWBh9CvoazEtE0aI6as4sqw0TEvO_wupnUSg0l_l7vuTXYL7Df7d2BYGlF_9lu1sOtyvHmcyTp6RqCoQ1E/s320/Guy_JennieMarriage+License19040225.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401508392331510050" /></div><div>This is a scanned image of their marriage license. Now if someone would find a picture of them on their wedding day and send it on to me..... (hint, hint!)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-68087099348628628792009-11-03T11:03:00.000-08:002009-11-03T13:14:35.860-08:00The legal records of Robert Craig Graham<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUse8JbFA04IdV-bNhXzuLEmT3V66u-Lk1COwK9tDgFDuYv7abN1i7P_Mj8WsQoFTwjXkCDgRAN3n6rsqZcMD1AGhtl_PxThNNL_wji-xHeN6awLVa-iYT7M5YyMKJpeNbZAG2X4CaNOg/s1600-h/Wythe+Courthouse.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUse8JbFA04IdV-bNhXzuLEmT3V66u-Lk1COwK9tDgFDuYv7abN1i7P_Mj8WsQoFTwjXkCDgRAN3n6rsqZcMD1AGhtl_PxThNNL_wji-xHeN6awLVa-iYT7M5YyMKJpeNbZAG2X4CaNOg/s320/Wythe+Courthouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399988713107628306" /></a><div>The first of "my" Graham's to come to America was Robert Graham. He came from County Down, Ireland around 1774. His son was also named Robert Graham. Robert Jr. is my 4th great grandfather. He was born during the Revoluntionary War while his family lived in Mecklenburg County, North Carolina. They soon moved to Southwest Virginia, to what would become Wythe County. (Incidentally, there still are many Graham's in the area.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Jr. married into the Crockett family. His wife was Catherine Crockett. There is some family lore that Catherine is related to the famous "Davy Crockett." This may be true, but there were a lot of Crocketts around at the time. I haven't done exhaustive research on this connection, but haven't found any direct relationship there. Still, it would be fun to nail it down sometime in the future.</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert and Catherine had several tracts of land and there are still many documents in the basement of the courthouse in Wythe, Virginia. What got me started on this angle was a piece of family lore that said Robert was well off financially until he co-signed a note for a friend. He ended up having to make good on the debt, which ruined him financially. He felt that Virginia was no place for a poor man so he took his wife and six children and set out for Missouri around 1834. I thought it would be neat to verify this by looking at some of the recorded documents in Wythe County.</div><div><br /></div><div>Through a wonderful service called "<a href="http://www.raogk.org/">Random Acts of Genealogical Kindness</a>" a kindhearted volunteer spent several hours and a couple trips to the basement of the Wythe County Courthouse to make copies of the documents that had Robert and Catherine's name on them. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is good I have a legal background! Reading these old documents was a real exercise, even after being accustomed to legal jargon. Property never was my favorite class in law school. But perhaps if I had to read legal descriptions like this, I would have liked it better. Robert and Catherine are selling 53 acres of land in 1829 to a man named Jezreel Harmon for $62. But check out this legal description (I've highlighted the legal description part) : </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;font-size:24px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi- line-height:115%;font-family:"Monotype Corsiva";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"></span><blockquote><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>This Indenture</i></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i> </i></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>made this seventh day of February one thousand eight hundred and twenty nine between Robert Graham & Catharine his Wife of the County of Washington & Jazreel Harmon of the County of Wythe both of the state of Virginia witnefseth that the said Graham for and in consideration of the sum of Sixty two Dollars to him in hand paid the receipt whereof is hereby acknowledged hath this day bargained and sold and by there presents do bargain and sell unto the said Jazreel Harmon </i></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>a certain tract or parcel of land lying and situated on the waters of the north fork of Holstein River and Bounded as followeth to wit Beginning at a poplar corner of said Harmon land conveyed to him from Solomon McDaniel and from thence S. 72 ½ ° E 100 poles to a Lynn & Beach S. 75° E. 140 poles to a Cucumber N. 14° E 58 poles to a sugar tree S 17° E 62 poles to a beach South 30 poles to a Sugar tree N 72° W. 70 poles to a beach West 47 poles to a beach on the top of a ridge & thence N 72° W. 126 to a stake poles Thence N. 15° E 28 poles to the Beginning with all and singular the appurtenances thereto belonging to have and to hold the said Tract or parcel of land containing fifty three acres by survey be the same more or lefs</i></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i> with its appurtenances to the sole ure and behoof of him the said Jazreel Harman & his heirs and the said Robert Graham & Catharine his Wife for themselves & their heirs the said land free from the claim or claims of all and every person or persons whatsoever unto the said Jazreel Harmon and his heirs forever.</i></span></span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:115%;font-family: "Monotype Corsiva";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-Times New Roman";mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"></span></div><div>I know its hard to read--the whole thing is a continous run on sentence! Plus, there are spelling conventions that have changed since then. (Like using an "f" in place of "s" in some spots). But isn't it interesting how they reference the area not by metes and bounds or by lot numbers like our modern deeds do. No, they walk you around the property starting at a poplar tree by a river, to a sugar tree, etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've got several documents that this angel/volunteer copied for me. One of the latest in time (1833) is between Robert and Catherine and their son John G. Graham for $1. In it, they give John (also in my direct line), all of Catherine's interest in the estate of her uncle, Robert Sayers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Someday I would like to travel to Wythe County for myself and be able to peruse the originals!</div><div><div><br /></div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-47314400858695056322009-10-30T12:00:00.000-07:002009-10-30T12:14:54.767-07:00Great Grandma JennieIn my post about turning 40, I mentioned that I did not have any pictures of my dad's grandmother Jennie Olivia <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shipp</span> Graham as a younger adult. (40 is younger, right?!) The only photos I had were either of her as a teenager or in her older years. <div><br /></div><div>That all changed this week, and I've "found" a whole branch of Graham's that I did not know much about. That is going to change in the near future, too. </div><div><br /></div><div>My mom gave me an address for a cousin of my dad's who was supposed to have a bunch of Graham family photos on CD. She got it from my Grandma June Graham. So I wrote a letter to a first cousin one time removed that I didn't know I had. I introduced myself and asked for a copy</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrR1NbLZp9orNdeTMyHMht6PUcEcHbCIWDWWB3PfGVxd3dI9e0iHLZF7wKs1j5zY7BREl0g74e-PqnMDRouDKBkgazLeiFXa_ZXIHwQNns_ZKrqxczMXQ-dVYynqnqbiYqC7RPznuxP8o/s320/Pict0006.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398471339510158546" /><div> of the CD. </div><div><br /></div><div>It arrived yesterday, and I am so excited to see these photos. I've got to share a couple, just because it addresses the "hole" in my photo's that I mentioned earlier this week. My grandfather is Donald Lyle, the little guy on Jennie's lap. Check out those outfits! </div><div><br /></div><div>Grandpa was born in 1916 when Jennie was 35. He looks to be around 1 in this photo to the right, which puts Jennie at around 36.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm tickled at this "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stairstep</span>" picture of the Graham kids outside. I have a lot of "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">stairstep</span>" shots of my Osgood aunts/uncles, but this is a first that I've seen of the Grahams. Another thing I like about this one is that they are outside in front of an orchard. Guy was a pretty successful and renowned apple farmer, so its pretty neat to see the family in front of some of his trees. This photo has my Grandpa Don labeled as being two years old, so Jennie is in the 36-37 year old range. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-E6japdXUNQMXVDS3BAGEjmDNy_ZxWKOSj83HdnefBuSzh88gRUjG-HepIcZZIr0DTilBc00ybb2umA9hM_1f85abq-YXGQ80NcnGwm2LQo4f9VCm3r22qJzEODs0z7HsTcSFfhtGxpY/s320/Pict0007.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398471482716033666" /></div><div>My newly found cousin gave me the address of her brother who has been collecting information on their branch of the family tree, so I plan to write to him and ask for a copy of his information. The CD has lots of photos of all of Guy and Jennie's kids and their families. I'm very excited to make this new connection---its like a slightly belated birthday present!</div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-19288846114913104932009-10-28T15:59:00.000-07:002009-10-28T16:08:59.270-07:00Billy Fox<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; ">Among the stacks of papers my mom gave me that she had collected on her family's history was this note. It was written in my grandmother Lucile's handwriting. It reads like an obituary--I don't know if grandma copied it to have for herself. I haven't found the obit in any Kansas newspapers yet. Grandma was one of William's older sisters. Recall from my "Turning 40" post that William was the third son to pass away as an infant. I remember my mom telling me that her mom told her that some neighbor kids had whooping cough and that they thought he caught it from them. </p><blockquote><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; ">William Wesley Fox, infant son of Mr. and Mrs. W.H. Fox was born April 22, 1934 and departed this life March 17, 1935 at the age of 10 months and 26 days. He leaves to mourn his departure his parents, Mr. and Mrs. W.H. Fox and seven sisters, Elnora, Myrtle, Lucile, Roselma, Minnie, Lillie and Mildred. His Grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. M.E. Sampson of Lincolnville and a host of other relatives and friends. Two brothers, John and Walter preceded him in death.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; ">Billy was a loving baby and during his short stay had won a place in the hearts of all who knew him. </p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; "><em style="font-style: normal; ">"A precious one from us is gone, a voice we loved is stilled;</em></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; "><em style="font-style: normal; ">a place is vacant in our home which never can be filled.</em></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; "><em style="font-style: normal; ">God in His wisdom has recalled the boom his love had given and through the body slumbers here the soul is safe in heaven."</em></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; "><strong style="font-style: normal; ">Card of Thanks</strong></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; ">We wish to thank those who were so kind to us during the illness and loss of our dear one.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; "> -Mr. and Mrs. William H. Fox and family</p></blockquote><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; "></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 13px; "></p></span>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-12988224297660681322009-10-26T07:00:00.000-07:002009-10-26T07:29:29.971-07:0040 years old<div style="text-align: left;">On this day forty years ago, I was born. The year I turn forty is 2009. The President is Barack Obama, and the country is at war with terrorists around the world. (Or at least we used to be). We also are in a global economic recession, some commentators say its the worst it has been since the great depression. I'm married to a chemist by training, executive by life's happenstance. He works for a French company as the Vice President of U.S. Operations out of our home. We have 3 kids aged 10, 8 and 15 months. We are getting ready to move into a bigger house. Overall, I feel blessed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Turning 40 can be traumatic for some. On this day, it has put me into a contemplative mood and made me think about my female ancestors. What were their lives like when they turned the big 4-0? I decided to look at my four great-grandmothers and see what life looked like for them at my age. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Florence Martha Partridge Osgood</b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Vv39mYHGETFomrz0EfkkKJAPwFYCA-q4Lr-FE9VH1PcCGWtXgLaXnpWRkk8OleZkYzWPBpsZopkLMydTCK8vLjUyH3afV4o4kVEDAEqeHDHyoKfuOU2eDad_Oq98RhQQnNE7YKMca2A/s400/SCAN0235.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396245393174835826" /><div>Florence turned 40 in the year 1915. The President was Woodrow Wilson. The world was at war, but the United States was not yet engaged. The Lusitania had been sunk in May of that year by Germany. Model T Fords were popular...the 1,000,000th was manufactured that year.</div><div><br /></div><div>In Marion County, Kansas, Florence Osgood was busy. She was the wife of a hard working farmer Clark Osgood. This is a photo of the Osgood's, although I am not sure of the year.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the age of 40, Florence was the mother of nine children. Her kids ranged in ages from 19 to 2. She was not done having babies--a year later she would give birth to my grandfather, Everett Harlan Osgood. She would go on to have an eleventh baby, a daughter, who would die at the age of five months. But at the age of 40, she would not know of this heartache. She was probably too busy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Jennie Olivia Shipp Graham</b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHTlDtpAchh6OsrmwL7ep8HO0v0l77Y-PniKhLD7i-zEKiZDSWoylb4J1s6wuupg6g8kjqSBlij6i_VmInSwqRGNPlLyAAaqK39iBXNm0FiQW97ssZAlte-mYOVVs6kBuob4mijH8xp4/s320/Guy+Graham+DC.bmp" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396635850975689042" /><div>Jennie turned 40 in 1921. Warren Harding began his short Presidency that year. Charlie Chaplin's famous silent move, "The Kid" opened in theatres. Babe Ruth was wowing crowds with home runs in baseball parks nationwide-he would set a record of 137 career home runs shortly after Jennie celebrated her 40th birthday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Jennie was the wife of Guy Graham, a fruit farmer who had become an expert in horticultural affairs in the state of Idaho. During his career, he was the state horticultural inspector, the</div><div> commissioner of agriculture for the state, as well as a legislator in the state house in Boise. In 1921, Guy was also on the Board of the Idaho State Fair Association.</div><div><br /></div><div>When Jennie turned 40, she had borne 8 children. One, a daughter, Dorothy, had died as a five year old. Like me, she had a one year old baby. This was Jennie's youngest child. Her oldest</div><div> surviving child was nearly 14. The family lived in Fruitland, Idaho.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Idaho Statesman reported that at the end of July, 1921 (which was just a couple weeks after her 40th birthday), the family went on a short vacation to Payette Lakes with the Bossen and Bishop families.</div><div><br /></div><div>It seems that life was full for the Graham family when Jennie was my age. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Alice Nerissa Dutton Shelton</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WySwYY10kpicTc04ABXRC5ZJV5EpDwE9H_WwdzWRD1sav2ft1fJlOpKjsYXL8DqlVeKvcz3nHtrOR1Nv_WZlXLF3Lo661eF0-_r1JqsBn00YQmptJjynlMDUCO7yNY954ofi_8ehxZo/s320/SCAN0041.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396628596373558114" /></div><div>My great grandmother Alice turned 40 in the year 1935. Bob Hope made his radio debut that year. Amelia Earhart was making records in aviation. The board game Monopoly hit the market for the first time. The country was in the midst of the Great Depression. Franklin D. Roosevelt was early into his first of three terms as</div><div> President. Life was hard, especially for farmers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice was the wife of farmer Ira Shelton. Ira was employed as a farm manager. He managed a 200 acre farm for $1 a day and a place for his family to live. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Alice had her children when she was young. By the time she turned 40, her two children were nearly adults. Her son Richard had married the year before, and her daughter June was 15. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alice was an extremely hard working woman. According to her daughter, she would pick apples in local orchards each morning. She could pick more apples than anyone, and then come back home at 11 a.m. to cook lunch for all the hired help.</div><div><br /></div><div> The family's income did not allow for any extras--just money for basic needs, which the one dollar a day hardly covered. Her daughter June writes, "Mother never felt we were poor and did everything so we wouldn't feel it." </div><div><br /></div><div>One entry in a journal that my Grandma June wrote is interesting to me, given my background: "If Dr. Reynolds came by and ask if she'd go to help deliver a baby, she'd grab a clean apron and go. Dr. wanted her to start a maternity home in Emmett but she didn't do it." It seems that my great-grandmother had some natural talent for midwifery, even if she did not have the formal training. (Actually, family lore says that Alice's own grandmother was known to be a midwife in the 1800's) Given June's perception of the midwife as someone who did not have any formal training and would just go with nothing but a clean apron, its no wonder she was a little concerned at my decision to have two of my three babies at home with a midwife! </div><div><br /></div><div>I never knew Alice, but I think I would have liked her a lot. She died in 1959. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Lillie Pearl Sampson Fox</b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXD8Jpl8DT54GH6U0L7D4TtyrLeod85yYvsMgATvNSqjTmYX9hwCAykcbHCa1WEXpY520CritIcAkBmqc3HacqsSjl11sHXROVbOUgfzE68iUbCbqKsC1eq1fAgQuQmg9T9R3LcpjBg8/s320/SCAN0191.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396632025103510290" /><div>Like Alice, Lillie Pearl turned 40 in 1935. While Alice was in Idaho, the Fox family lived in Kansas. This photo of her was from her teenage years--I only have pictures of her at this age, or much older in group shots.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Lillie was the wife of farmer William Harrison Fox. The family raised hogs, chickens and sold graded eggs. She loved to bake angel food cakes, tend garden, and raise houseplants. She braided her waist length hair and wound it on the back of her head every morning. She baked bread and had wonderful Christmas celebrations at her house. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The year Lillie turned 40 was a year of heartbreak for her. She had to bury her youngest child, a son. William Wesley Fox died at the age of 10 months on March 17, 1935. She had buried her two other boys as well: John Delbert in 1915 (3 months old) and James Walter in 1929 (1 week old). I have a heart rendering note written by Lillie's daughter, Lucile, about William Wesley. Space does not permit in this post, but I'll share it soon. All in all, Lillie Pearl birthed 10 babies and raised 7 daughters to adulthood.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In thinking about the lives my great-grandmother's led, I cannot help but feel that I have it easy. While the world was different for each of them in 1915, 1921 and 1935, I can still identify with life's struggles, heartaches and joys. They all had to work physically so much harder than I do--they had to be extremely strong an resilient women. Knowing this, I feel fortunate to know that I hold a piece of each of them in me. On days when I think I have it rough, I can reflect on that and draw strength from it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div> </div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnXrurpYo-r4BW2ZfjXbnZGwdDAiZUOIj2ESRjpl_-Z3jyRj71toJ86Jn-EBZ5aPN8coautENS1omGX5hHMUC4fqQBDxt8duBaq4g6bkQduFzjsYOVZX2AvQG15LX91mfiRcf1oY0RN5A/s320/SCAN0109.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396634146802084658" /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-52042740082038431682009-10-21T07:06:00.000-07:002009-10-21T14:13:03.829-07:00Amelia, his wife<div style="text-align: left;">In the never ending battle for paper organization of my genealogy "stuff," I ran across a death certificate that I received last summer from Topkea, Kansas. I was so thrilled when I got it, but had trouble reading it at first. I put it on my table and it sank into the paperwork and got lost. Until the other day.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9o4R0wbvo-uu3PAARPVDWsaBhv7Qh53s_R7U9bEv3ZjcbLL-W97az83heOxhadb7ly1Dyh1FvljjzQCn2FElaoTq5sByCFD29z1huILEpTrEKvRhVcczNC9RcYCAUz-0R31YfmZY-fg0/s400/SCAN0148.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395163576837388562" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>I've blogged a few times about my great-great-great grandfather on my mom's maternal line, Karl Kline. This is about his wife, Amelia. What I can gather about her life from what little family lore I have, the sparse census records, as well as some reading on life for women as Kansas pioneers, she had a tough life. I'm not ready to blog about some of those details, as I'm still working on some of the research.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFld6gxMYGvE06vec1sZgLE4AAWJrSWI7Dd3MDC6QUx-xFM4Pj15bR6fRd858uE9316iQhSzgq7GTbR9oKCqSVq7ukhKdllGkBp8XsfwI4fG_RFQbzVFJfbv8an5PTEzdGUh0cjAGbock/s400/AmeliaKline.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 68px; height: 92px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395161966621221298" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Amelia survived her husband by about 17 years, passing away on July 28, 1923. They are buried together at Highland Cemetery in Marion, Kansas. I put the death certificate up on my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/tonya.jamois?ref=profile">Facebook</a> page and solicited some help in reading the document from my friends. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>One of my new Facebook friends is also a descendant of Karl and Amelia. I had seen her posts on family history bulletin boards and websites, but didn't know who she was. I did a little digging and realized we were related...her mother was my great-grandmother's little sister. So my new friend and I are first cousins, 2 times removed. She still lives in the area that Karl and Amelia lived in. I'm hoping we can collaborate more in the future on our mutual family lines. She gave me some interesting insight into Amelia as part of the death certificate deciphering. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Some of what was reported on the death certificate confirms information I had before. Here is what I learned about Amelia from her death certificate, with much thanks to my friends and family on Facebook for some additional insight:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><ul><li>She was born in Germany. Some earlier census records report it as "Prussia," which by 1923 had become part of Germany.</li><li>At the time of her death, Amelia lived with her youngest daughter, Daisy, and her husband George Powell. In fact, George is the informant for the death certificate. </li><li>Her maiden name was Windel. It asks for her father's name it says "Don't know, Windel" I've seen the name spelled elsewhere as Wendel, as well. Where it asks for the mother's maiden name, it also says "Don't know." My new-found cousin tells me that Amelia did not speak much English, so it was difficult to get information from her on her ancestry. (Did Daisy not speak German?) Perhaps this wasn't considered important by them at the time. I know many people who don't seem to think their stories are important. (How wrong they are!)</li><li>She died a week after her 81st birthday. </li><li>Her cause of death was central stenosis, a heart valve disorder that involves a narrowing or blockage of the opening of the mitral valve, which separates the upper and lower chambers of the left side of the heart. She suffered from this disease for 2 years, 3 months and 10 days.</li></ul><div>Karl and Amelia have captured my interest for some reason. I have a lot more to share about them, but its too soon yet. I am still in the process of learning and gathering information. I was thrilled to connect with my new cousin who also is a granddaughter of the Kline's. Are there any more of you out there? </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the actual death certificate:</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOCQ6vtkctH4vf84Ye9CbvnQQ_cDeWzKHqAn9XCTdc3peQJZyOPpw7XRdUz04APDmpx44qpnusBs_pGPQTuN5zfWYIjFeoMxZaRghIdkWVNCbxt-6W6sGcvCmT4cRvvXRAm2eDXj9W1Sk/s400/AmeliaKlineDeath.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395162230761411874" /></div></div><div> </div><div><div><br /></div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-75206210111501186412009-10-19T06:17:00.000-07:002009-10-19T06:17:00.472-07:00Monday Memory - funny times in IdahoThis post isn't going to be free flowing narrative. Just a collection of memory snapshots of funny things that happened to me as a kid while on vacation in Idaho. <div><br /></div><div><ul><li>One afternoon I was at Grandma & Grandpa Osgood's house. I remember being inside the dining room with my mom, my aunt, grandma, and maybe even my little sister. If she was <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pDwqufg5FsT2JBorO_IRszSFhF95wwSL21EKT62M0XVe8guHurpmAK3Y0UKTrOUCFZdZpQBoAesQbv3A50JzPCGD3Ndc56I3bxL_GhI_5bru7IZV2VuopziYxeF2JPC2OLuuO-MnYw0/s400/ADDDad-in-tub.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394118293258974802" />there, she was pretty young. The men were outside doing....I don't know. Man stuff. Anyway, my brother came walking in with a dead mouse in his hands. The women freaked out! Apparently, Grandpa Osgood told my brother to bring it in and show it to us, knowing the kind of reaction it would get. Grandpa was a real jokester, I'm told.</li></ul><div><br /></div><ul><li>Grandpa and Grandma Osgood both wore dentures. Grandpa had this ability to "pop" his teeth out while still in his mouth. I remember him joking around with my brother, chasing him around with his teeth popped out. It was real funny to me. Of course, I wasn't being chased! I probably would have been scared to death if it had been me!</li><li>Grandma & Grandpa Graham had a 3 wheeler that they would let us kids ride. I didn't do it a whole lot, but my brother did. Characteristically, he would drive fast and nutty. I remember Grandma telling afterwards (well, maybe hollering at him), that he was driving like a "bat out of hell!" He just laughed it off. </li><li>I also had a cousin who lived up in Idaho. She was a year older than me. Her sister was a couple years younger than me. When I got older, I would go and spend a couple days up at their place. That was a lot of fun. My cousin lived on a big farm that her dad, my uncle, ran. One summer it was thick with grasshoppers. I was not used to big bugs like that, much less in biblical proportions! My brother was up there as well that time. Typical boy, the bugs didn't bother him. My cousins were unaffected as well. I was the only one who had an issue with the beasts. Well, they saw the chink in the armor and decided to taunt me with the bugs. We were in the house, and they brought one in and put it out towards me. I ran into the bathroom, thinking...aha! I'm safe! Not so. My brother put the bug underneath the door (there was an unusually large space) and that dang bug literally came flying right at me. Well...maybe not as bad as that. But it sure seemed like it then.</li><li>Listening to Bill Cosby's "Chicken Heart" album with my cousin and getting freaked OUT. I can still hear the rhythm of the chicken heart...</li><li>Taking a walk outside in the evening with Grandma Graham one time. She started singing, "I'm in love with the man on the moon...." It was nice. But I thought it was strange that there would be a man on the moon...didn't they come back home?</li><li>"Washing" my hair with fresh chickens' eggs. I thought that it made my hair really nice and shiny. How nice of Grandma Osgood to let me use 4-5 eggs to do this. </li></ul><div>For my Graham and Osgood relatives---what funny memories do YOU have? I've invited you all before to comment and few have taken me up on it. But seriously--please leave your comments here. It's a great way to get all the memories documented in one place. I'm starting to feel like the tree that fell in the forest but didn't make a sound because no one was around to hear it. Or maybe they heard it, but didn't mention it to anyone.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-34696976592963575052009-10-14T11:01:00.000-07:002009-10-14T11:06:33.497-07:00My Grahams of the Borders - Ne Oublie!My family traces its Graham line back to Robert Graham, who was born in County Down, Ireland, in 1749/50. Although born in Northern Ireland, Robert was of Scottish descent. There were many of these Scots-Irish families in Northern Ireland. Like mine, many of them migrated towards the colonies and heartily participated in the American Revolution. It's a very interesting history, and one of the triggers to my personal family history obsession. <div><br /></div><div>Still, I wonder: just what brought Robert's ancestors to Ireland from Scotland? I've done only a small bit of research on Scottish/English history. I've also been in touch with the genealogist from the <a href="http://www.clan-graham-society.org/">Clan Graham Society</a>, Nellie Lowry.</div><div><br /></div><div>There was a group of Graham's who inhabited what was termed the "Debatable Lands" between the Scottish and English border. They who lived there were known as "border reivers." It's Nellie's opinion that my Graham's probably come from this border area. </div><div><br /></div><div>The following are excerpts from Nellie's article about the Graham's of the Borders in the Clan Graham News, Vol. 14, Number 2 Summer 1998:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixeVfeAaOJEUmFfHXr0a2NmMJVPkv_eTQo-PjPIIcnDY6eDF9aU3u5EmZlgsebGXlNFPNuQ9kvgUDlh639jgXDPxRa9lfK_ABANCO91BhFjw6rJ5cp5wuGEbeSz1eLAIzvEVim1JfEFfk/s320/clan+badge+black+back.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 160px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391882325922306946" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>"By 1552 the Debateable Land had already been partitioned between England and Scotland.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Scots Dyke is the modern name of the dividing line.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>This border was closely watched every night by many men.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>The Grahams of Netherby and Mote made their "fair livings" by the service of having their horses ready and keeping the night watches of the border.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>In 1583 there appear to be three Graham clans in this tiny area:</i></span></span></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Grahams of the Leven</i></span></span></b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> lived on the banks of the Lyne from Solport to its junction with the Esk. These were "great riders and ill-doers to both the realms".</i></span></span></div><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Another great clan of Grahams—the </i></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Grahams of the Esk</i></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>—occupied the banks of that river from the Mote Scar, where the Liddel joins it, down to the sea.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> There they feuded with the Story family and took their land.</i></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Out west, on the edge of the Debateable Land, dwelt the </i></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Grahams of the Sark</i></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>, English on this side of the stream, Scottish on the other.</i></span></o:p></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt3njakEuOlbJwj72NH3PQ2faiXX9LGC1_queGwb4IzE-WY4GqPOnW5Fylnt8QaMLt-kAm_KK9MVbng-oyFJvgfpCRXKpiB9eJuO7_JpuZhJzw0SwZJ5Hf3ZFCSUazoaJjD6LIWF32d6A/s400/borders_lead.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 154px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391888729894105282" /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>According to family tradition, the Grahams had been banished from Scotland and settled along the banks of the Esk and Lyne Rivers (just north of Carlisle) and from there into Northumberland.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>By the middle of the sixteenth century they were 500 armed men strong under William "Lang Will" Graham of Stubhill, to whose son, Fergus of the Mote, arms were granted some three years later.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>By the end of the century it was estimated that Rob Graham alone commanded 2,000-3,000 men useful to </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>England</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>.</i></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Not only did intermarriage and self-interest enable the Grahams, from their base in the Debatable Lands, to be useful to England or to Scotland at will, but their loyalties seem to have been curiously divided even among themselves!</i></span></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>The Borderers were happy to fight each other for their own ends; their natural cussedness would become evident.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>They might be led, but on no account would they be driven, least of all by officialdom to whom they were naturally allergic.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>It was often difficult to know on whose side a particular surname might be operating.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Thomas Musgrave wrote "They are a people that will be Scottish when they will and English at their pleasure."</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>The Grahams were known as a clan with a soul above nationality and an eye directed almost exclusively to the main chance.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>They obeyed no master unless it happened to suit them.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Since 1548 when the young Queen of Scots set sail for France, the Border had been the scene of constant bloodshed and pillage by rival factions.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Robbery, murder, blackmail and kidnapping;</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>the Grahams indulged in them all....</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>...The Grahams had lots of friends: in 1597 two notorious thieves, Jock Graham of the Peartree and Will of the Lake of Esk, were sent to the Queen's gaol here, yet the gaoler kept them in his house, and the next day, his friends came and took away the prisoners, having horses ready, while others with guns and dags lay in wait outside the city gate, to shoot any who should pursue, and followed to protect their retreat...</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>...</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Finally the Grahams saw the handwriting on the wall and tried to appease the government but when James I came to the throne, he showed the utmost zeal and determination in uprooting the landed families of Liddel, against whom he naturally bore a grudge.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>He arranged for their passage to Ireland from the port at Workington, County Cumberland, England to Roscommon, Ireland at the expense of the county.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>The whole sept of the Grahams, under their chief Walter, the gude man of Netherby, was exported to Ireland.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>The reason stated was because they had been troublesome on the Scottish border.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>The sept at this time consisted of 124 persons, nearly all bearing the surname of Graeme or Graham.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Their land was forfeited, and was sold in 1629 to Richard Graham, second son of Richard Graham, of Plomp, son of Matthew Graham of Springhill, beyond which it is impossible to trace the present family of Graham of Esk and Netherby.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Not all of the troublesome Grahams were deported to Ireland.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Many had taken refuge among their friends and relations and many had defenders in the family.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Even the Earl of Montrose came forward to protest the arrest of his cousin in the borders.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Since they were exported to Ireland in 1606, they were not long in the Cumberland area, yet many of the Grahams didn't stay in Ireland a year.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Some came back to the borders, others went into Scotland, some to Yorkshire and Northumberland and others to the New World within a few years.</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>All tried to hide their identity and some even changed their names!</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>The Border Reivers were not "nice guys".</i></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>They seemed to get into lots of trouble in the few short years that they lived in the area."</i></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's a fascinating history, and one I plan to learn more about in the future. Not only do I want to learn about the history of this place and its people, but one of my long term research goals is to trace Robert Graham's ancestry further back. My dad has taken a Y-DNA 67 marker test and has had his results submitted to the <a href="http://www.familytreedna.com/public/Graham/default.aspx">Graham DNA Project.</a> As more Graham men have their results submitted, the more likely we will be able to make some of these ancient connections. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For further reading:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Graham, John. </span><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=cKNnAAAAMAAJ&lr=&source=gbs_navlinks_s"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Condition of the Border at the Union: destruction of the Graham Clan.</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> 2nd Ed. 1907 </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fraser, George MacDonald. </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Steel-Bonnets-Common-Reader-Editions/dp/1585790257"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Steel Bonnets: The Story of the Anglo-Scottish Border Reivers. 1971</span></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Steel-Bonnets-Common-Reader-Editions/dp/1585790257"></a></div><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Steel-Bonnets-Common-Reader-Editions/dp/1585790257"></a>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-80441105593941408802009-10-12T14:39:00.000-07:002009-10-12T15:08:50.488-07:00John N. Osgood....who are you?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOCPzJfhQdSTZjVdHrw1K7_9ijHk4tGIaB4OwIG_ArjRZk35nU0o6kJzuaMU6vI_URb3x8Rm7Hnur48GhyphenhyphenH0hzPglVmDPHIvOi-3MM-hD_1Zt2XA2x5rLIq_oy5rZt7BPD__M2tfsWHw/s1600-h/SCAN0385.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOCPzJfhQdSTZjVdHrw1K7_9ijHk4tGIaB4OwIG_ArjRZk35nU0o6kJzuaMU6vI_URb3x8Rm7Hnur48GhyphenhyphenH0hzPglVmDPHIvOi-3MM-hD_1Zt2XA2x5rLIq_oy5rZt7BPD__M2tfsWHw/s320/SCAN0385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391831638288173314" /></a>Ebay struck again. Now I have another Osgood mystery on my hands.<div><br /></div><div>I bid and won a photo of a "John N. Osgood." I don't think he is a direct ancestor of mine. The last John Osgood in my direct line died in 1725. But I went ahead and bid on the item, thinking that if I did win it, perhaps I could find out who he was. At the very least, I could upload the photo to <a href="http://deadfred.com/">DeadFred.com</a> and hopefully help another family researcher out there. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a book on CD-Rom entitled, "<a href="http://openlibrary.org/b/OL2944774M/genealogy_of_the_descendants_of_John_Christopher_and_William_Osgood_who_came_from_England_and_settled_in_New_England_early_in_the_seventeenth_century">A Genealogy of the Descendants of John, Christopher, and William Osgood</a>." It was compiled by Ira Osgood and tracks the descendants through 1890's. It's a pretty good resource, but I find it a little difficult to navigate as a PDF document. Being over 500 pages, its hard to quickly browse for specific information. </div><div><br /></div><div>Be that as it may, I looked "John N. Osgood" up in the index. There is one listed, born on 26 March 1843 in Bradford, Maine. He was a soldier in the Union army and died in a hospital in Hampton, Virginia on 15 Sept 1864. (Interesting side note--this John's brother in law died of starvation at Andersonville prison).</div><div><br /></div><div>Could this be that John? I don't know much about dating photographs. (Perhaps I need to contact the Photo Detective, <a href="http://photodetective.blogspot.com/">Maureen Taylor</a>.) It may be that this photo was taken prior to 1864. </div><div><br /></div><div>There were three original Osgood immigrants to the New World in the 1630's: John, Christopher, and William. All Osgood's in this country can trace their ancestry back to one of these three men. John's family and William's family both came to America aboard the same ship, "Confidence" in 1638. They were probably related, although there are various explanations as to exactly how. The John N. Osgood in the book was a descendant of William Osgood. I am a descendant of John Osgood. Even if we assume this John and the John in the book are the same...the exact relationship is still unknown since the relationship between the immigrant John and William are not known. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, I am very open to other identifications of the man in this photo. Do you know who he is?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.com0