tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91965272026836859802024-02-07T22:56:41.233-05:00AncestorTrackingDocumenting my search for information on elusive ancestors and tracking my progress through the wilds of the Internet.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-68604710056216010602011-09-07T12:33:00.006-04:002011-09-07T12:40:13.469-04:00Wordless Wednesday (Almost)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYX2HsZwc02XP0HoXyKhl277gAWq53Xmho1jn6jEFlY7g07zJ08N9ayEw5tte4eiLznrVjcfxzSUDRrzUKaMe42VIMpXI6Zu3h7lJo6JlxUUL3V_H8_l9nfQ3KkVojwodsYSpnr0vgQpfQ/s1600/mooresiblings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYX2HsZwc02XP0HoXyKhl277gAWq53Xmho1jn6jEFlY7g07zJ08N9ayEw5tte4eiLznrVjcfxzSUDRrzUKaMe42VIMpXI6Zu3h7lJo6JlxUUL3V_H8_l9nfQ3KkVojwodsYSpnr0vgQpfQ/s200/mooresiblings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649656955293596146" /></a><br /><blockquote><center>Brothers and Sisters<br />The Moore Family of Madison County, Indiana </center><br />Seated, l-r: Lethia Moore Warner, Julia Moore Wright, <br />Jane Moore DeHority, Mat Moore.<br />Standing, l-r: Joseph Moore, Will Moore, Tom Moore</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-82196510132928165992011-08-29T16:26:00.023-04:002011-08-30T08:23:25.278-04:00Tombstone Tuesday: Kentucky Trails, part 2Perhaps this is unusual for the Tombstone Tuesday theme, but, in the end, it really is about a tombstone.
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<br />Day 3 of the Kentucky adventure (see: <a href="http://ancestortracking.blogspot.com/2011/08/kentucky-trails-part-1.html"target="_blank">Kentucky Trails, part 1</a>) was a day off from research. DH had spent 3 days driving and sitting (and driving and sitting), so we planned a visit to Mammoth Cave, about 2 hours south of where we were in Frankfort. Lots of hiking, impressive cave formations, truly a welcome change of pace.
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<br />The plan for our last day was to spend two or three hours at the Kentucky Historical Society library, and then drive two or three hours toward home. I was still hoping for something “special” to take home from this trip. I had collected documentation for several marriages, a couple of wills, sorted through the surname folders, and started on county histories. My plan was to make copies of some land records to take home and study later, and look through the online card catalogue for anything I might have missed.
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<br />At about 1:30, while waiting for my DH to return from a tour of the old capitol building, I began to browse through the Bourbon County shelf. One book caught my eye. It was produced by the Bourbon County Genealogy Society and was a record of old graves, many of which were on private land.
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<br />There was a listing for 4g-grandfather David Jameson, not a picture, but a transcription of who was with him, his wife Hannah, a previously unknown daughter Susanna, a John Jameson SR, and 3 infant children of his son Wesley that were also previously unknown to me. The grave was located on a farm in Paris, KY, and the address was also noted.
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<br />Here was a find! I wondered if I could locate the grave. Paris was (more or less) on the way home. We packed ourselves up and headed for the car and the GPS. An hour and a half later we were watching a threatening sky and making our way down one of those 2 lane, 55 mph, ditches on both sides country roads, looking for the farm.
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<br />We had no trouble finding the address, a lovely farmhouse surrounded by acres of pasture, some with cows grazing in the late afternoon. I knocked on the farmhouse door, but no one was home. In fact, it looked from the cobwebs as if no one really lived there. Maybe you could see the graves from the road? No luck here. I really didn’t want to trespass on someone’s land, besides there was just too much land there.
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<br />I was pretty disappointed, and not quite sure what to do next. DH pointed out that there was a little bobcat tractor on the property, and it was almost 5:00, maybe someone might come home from work. He tilted his seat back to take a nap, but I wasn’t very hopeful.
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<br />Not 10 minutes later, <span style="font-style:italic;">a truck turned into the driveway</span>. Oh my goodness, maybe we would have some luck after all! A wonderful gentleman, Mr. Clemmons, with two kids in the back, rolled down his window. I told him why we were here and asked if he knew of any graves on the property. It turned out he did! It wasn’t his land, but he took care of it for the owner. Bless his heart, he offered to unhook the trailer from the back, let us pile in the truck and ride out where the tombstone was! It was a good thing he did…we went through several gates and fields before reaching the right one. We would never have found it without him.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pxfnrITxz0YzAfxWr5v2DB8_v_azJwqZkov7io9CSjJWojmNolzwqAuj-QFJx9AuecHmQ6zdPmK9xXXWLdrBxAM8-k9490daFaq86slp3aYfWkg0xEERtjuvLare6WEE6_xUmX4MBHbL/s1600/IMG_0898.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pxfnrITxz0YzAfxWr5v2DB8_v_azJwqZkov7io9CSjJWojmNolzwqAuj-QFJx9AuecHmQ6zdPmK9xXXWLdrBxAM8-k9490daFaq86slp3aYfWkg0xEERtjuvLare6WEE6_xUmX4MBHbL/s200/IMG_0898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646382891246391714" /></a>
<br />And there they were, just as described. Behind a barbed wire fence,next to a stout young tree, amongst a lot of brush, the final resting place for David and Hannah Jameson. The inscriptions on the 4-sided obelisk were:
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<br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;">David Jameson,died Jun 23, 1833, Aged 76 yrs.
<br />Hannah,wife of David,died Aug 19, 1814, Aged 52 yrs
<br />John Jameson Sen.,died Jan 5, 1824, aged 72 years
<br />Susannah Jameson,died Apr 1, 1820, aged 24 years; daughter of David and Hannah
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<br />At thy feet lieth these three children of Wesley and Mary Jameson
<br />David T. Jameson,died May 30, 1831, aged 2 months
<br />Azubah K. Jameson,died Aug 12, 1833, aged 5 months
<br />Jonathan R. Jameson,died Oct 11, 1834, aged 2 days</span></blockquote>
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<br />This was the prize. This made the trip special, one of those moments when I am sure the ancestors are leading me. David and Hannah had been whispering this whole trip… in the records that I found….in the decision to spend half of the last day back at the library….in the last source checked that identified the grave….in Mr. Clemmons’ decision to bring the mower to the farm at exactly that moment.
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<br />Maybe it is all in my imagination. Then again, maybe it’s not….
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<br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-62224188541107300932011-08-22T09:04:00.004-04:002011-08-22T09:13:14.646-04:00Kentucky Trails, part 1My wonderful DH made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Would I like to spend a week doing research in Kentucky? You betcha! A number of my families came through Kentucky during the 1780-1840 time period, as part of the westward migration. There was so much to be documented, hints from the Ancestry trees to be proven. What a treat!
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<br />But, my people were stubbornly hiding. All that I know about my ggg-grandmother Susannah Huffman came from her obituary in 1899. She was “born near Kingsport, TN, in Hawkins County” and came with her brother to Indiana about 1836. A brief stop at the Kingsport Public Library provided few clues. I learned that Sullivan and Hawkins counties lost records to burning during “the late Unpleasantness”. I did find a few Huffmans in tax records that I hadn’t seen on census records, so they are saved for future reference.
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<br />Luck was better in Kentucky. The <a href="http://kdla.ky.gov/researchers/Pages/visitingthearchives.aspx">Kentucky Department for Libraries and Archives</a> sits atop a hill on the outskirts of Frankfort, looking very much like a fortress. Their microfilm collection yielded a few marriage records, but there weren’t many wills for my Walker, Carr, and Mauzy families. Probate records are my favorites when they appear. I didn’t find a likely candidate for Sallie Gooding’s father, nor Mary Reed. But, gggg-grandfather David Jameson left a lovely will naming his children. A lovely find! And also, there was a will left by a previously unknown (to me) brother Samuel 20 years earlier. So there was more family in Kentucky with him.
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<br />The next day took us to the beautiful <a href="http://history.ky.gov/sub.php?pageid=92§ionid=12">Martin F. Schmidt Library at the Thomas D. Clark Center for Kentucky History</a>, home to the resources of the Kentucky Historical Society. On their shelves was a volume of Mauzy research by Ben Mozee, someone I had communicated with many years ago. The early pages describing research into the Huguenot ancestor were definitely worth copying. Most of this day was spent combing the extensive surname files that include research contributions collected over years. Fairly common names like Carr and Walker certainly accumulated a lot of requests for research over the years, but nothing new on my folks. But here in the Jameson file is a copy of what appears to have been a Jameson family group newsletter, with a new clue! “Besides Andrew in Rockingham County records have shown the following: David, Samuel, and James Jamison. David and Samuel Jamison were the sons of Robert and Sarah (McKee) Jameson (see JN, June issue, 1992, page 630)…These two men along with a brother John resided for a short time in Augusta county, then later in Greenbrier co. now West Virginia before moving on to Kentucky.” This is my David! Well, you know I looked madly for “JN, June issue, 1992” in the Jameson file. Not there. Well, at least I have some more breadcrumbs to follow. The Jamesons were certainly speaking to me this trip!
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<br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-40020009069472154732011-07-07T20:12:00.011-04:002011-07-07T20:53:34.222-04:00A Message from Aunt MinervaI will always remember yesterday as one of the golden days of my family research. I had decided to begin to look at one of my families who came through Kentucky as it was being settled. After learning the names of my 3rd great-grandparents, Harvey Werley Carr (1800-1870) and Elizabeth Wilson Walker (1798-1857), I had been able to find little else. I knew Grandfather Harvey’s father was a William Carr, who served in the Revolutionary War, but, since there was more than one, I couldn’t find anything else. And I knew nothing about Grandmother Elizabeth.<br /><br />So, not having checked Google books yet, I crossed my fingers and entered “Harvey Werley Carr” + “Elizabeth Wilson Walker” (this rarely ever works). Lo, and behold! Top of the list is a free, full view, pdf book titled History of Walker Family, 1775-1916, by Minerva A. Carr Muir, published in 1916. Well, what have we here? The link takes me to an early page of the book that is largely blank, except, centered in the middle, is the following:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0TiiCxXmT8KIeL282M7tooNMggQSqjfnopVFlzWy94rkQnCrCb3cNcHQKBbBdygj9xahkYzbhtVTdhemd3xuhEGj1fITGYB9bbS7-9MU-iQCKDAeaveUDEh5Q-5-EzQ2ZlnAWJ72BPXE/s1600/intro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0TiiCxXmT8KIeL282M7tooNMggQSqjfnopVFlzWy94rkQnCrCb3cNcHQKBbBdygj9xahkYzbhtVTdhemd3xuhEGj1fITGYB9bbS7-9MU-iQCKDAeaveUDEh5Q-5-EzQ2ZlnAWJ72BPXE/s200/intro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626774288952555234" /></a><br /> NO WAY!! THESE ARE MY PEOPLE!!!<br /><br />Quickly, I downloaded the file before it disappeared, and settled down to read. Who is this Minerva? She is the youngest child of Grandfather Harvey and Grandmother Elizabeth, baby sister to my Grandfather Hueston. The first thing she taught me is that I have been spelling Grandfather’s name wrong! It isn’t Houston, like the city, it is Hueston, his grandmother’s maiden name. The book was “Began in December, 1892, finished in March, 1899, in her 60th year”.<br /><br />What followed was a chronicle written by a woman intensely proud of her family. Her narrative gave me a view of the kind of people I can claim as ancestors.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Amelia (Forsythe) Walker:</span> “After Mr. Walker died, in Ireland, his widow, Amelia Forsythe, with her three sons and two daughters, emigrated from the north of Dublin, Ireland, bordering on Scotland, to America, in 1775…Being of enterprising Protestant parentage, she purchased a farm on the Juniatta River, in Mifflin County, Pa….They were accompanied thither by their cousins, Henry Buchanan … Henry and his wife became the grandparents of President James Buchanan.”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">William Walker and Margaret Elliott:</span> “This good old grandmother, Margaret Elliott Walker, was known as the ‘Lady Bountiful’…She was a loving friend to the poor and needy…Every corner expected to break bread at her board and she never questioned whether he had come from palace or prison….It is no fiction to say they lived happily together, and are now treading the golden streets hand in hand.”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Harvey Werley Carr and Elizabeth Wilson Walker:</span> “The names of Uncle Harvey and Aunt Betsey Carr…were widely known … Possessed of simple and frugal habits, coupled with a long life of industry, they acquired, solely by their own exertions, a large amount of this world’s goods. What others wasted in luxury and pride they husbanded and with sound and discriminating judgment invested in property. The world knew much of their public career and generous hearts.”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Minerva Carr Muir:</span> “Minerva Muir was known to her nieces and nephews by the name of Aunt Ninnie. Every one of them knew they would always find a warm welcome when they came to see Aunt Ninnie, and there was scarcely a meal she did not set an extra plate at the table so that if one of them came the place (w)ould be ready.” (I wonder who wrote this?)</span><br /><br />The pages are full of the children of each generation. There are stories of the good and the bad. Grandfather Harvey suffered beatings at the hands of his aunt and uncle after his mother died and he went to live with them. Uncle John Madison Carr was a brave Civil War soldier.<br /><br />It is almost as if I can hear Aunt Minerva’s voice telling the pages, an intimate sharing of our history across time on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. I know it all needs research, but she has left quite a trail for me to follow. I’ve read about “miracles” in genealogy—help from beyond the veil, as the book says. I think this was one of them.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEHIBsZXSlmA2Sn079qISwb9Bt_TfHHbs8fI0YqkCBHa4DmCVYXAZ4BI_14vnty5HONH3cRnVZrZeSRIp1AWqce7oMMs_kc2URHSbCoiKaDt-LGaOACxGsg6_NRUgtGXxIpx2ls2GFReQ/s1600/MinervaCarr3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEHIBsZXSlmA2Sn079qISwb9Bt_TfHHbs8fI0YqkCBHa4DmCVYXAZ4BI_14vnty5HONH3cRnVZrZeSRIp1AWqce7oMMs_kc2URHSbCoiKaDt-LGaOACxGsg6_NRUgtGXxIpx2ls2GFReQ/s200/MinervaCarr3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626770440632836722" /></a><br /><br /><center><span style="font-style:italic;">Thank you, Aunt Ninnie</span>!</center><br /><br />And thank you, Google books,<br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-76604946371335196962011-07-06T07:10:00.002-04:002011-07-06T07:14:12.363-04:00Genealogy ADDI’m usually a fairly focused person when I have a task to finish…except when Genealogy ADD sets in.<br /><br />I have a trip coming up which might take me near the Kentucky Historical Society in Frankfort. My Carr, Mauzy and Jameson families came through Kentucky in the late 1700-early 1800’s. Yesterday, I found myself with a couple of hours that I could spend putting together a list of objectives, if I do get the chance to visit. Sounds simple, no?<br /><br />I opened up my Family Tree Maker file, and did a location report for Kentucky. I’ve done this before and should have known better. Somehow, in generating the report, the program seems to change random entries to Kentucky. I noticed this when my Henry Mauzy, who I “know” died in Virginia in 1804 now is listed as dying in Kentucky. Rats!! Now I have to fix this! Better go online and check my tree at Ancestry to mend the other….oh, look! There’s someone else with an ancestry for Henry Mauzy’s wife! But, wait, that birthday can’t be right. I wonder what the source is? Of course, it’s the dreaded “Family Data Collection”, described as <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">“The Family Data Collection - Individual Records database was created while gathering genealogical data for use in the study of human genetics and disease.“</span><br /><br />which sounds to me like someone collected data online without doing much to verify whether it was true. When is a source not a source?<br /><br />You know, maybe I can find something about the Mauzys on FamilySearch. Heading over there it occurs to me that I haven’t checked their entries for France, since this family descends from a Huguenot refugee. Lots of Mauzy births, but no hits. They were supposed to have married in England at some point, to a Connyers, let’s try England. I had no idea there were so many Connyers in England!<br /><br />You know, GeneaNet has a lot of European sources. Let’s see what a Mauzy search brings. Lots of listings. Too bad a lot of them are in French….oh look, there were Mauzy families in Illinois! I wonder who? None have new information. I think they all memorized the same information about the Huguenot ancestor. Why, here’s a copy of the <span style="font-style:italic;">Arbutis</span>, a University of Indiana student publication from the early 1900’s, and it mentions my grandmother, Mary Louise Mauzy! How cute! I should download that!<br /><br />You know, I don’t know much about the Huguenots. There is a book here listing the Huguenot settlement in Virginia. What if I Google that? Well, now, there are a few sites on this topic. Why, there’s even a Huguenot Society of Virginia! Here are some interesting links. <br /><br />You know, I’ve never been able to identify the ship that the early Mauzy came over on. I wonder if there is anything here? <br /><br />Wait! What? It’s time to make dinner? <br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-22521748793028358372011-06-18T20:49:00.003-04:002011-06-18T21:10:17.657-04:00Wow!!This is a special day. A few weeks ago, I decided to forge ahead and try to research my mother’s father, Adam Douglas (Dobrovolskis), born in Lithuania and arrived in the U.S. with his sister in 1914. I only had 2 documents that might be clues. But, they were in Lithuanian, or Russian, or something.<br /><br />I joined the Lithuanian Rootsweb list many years ago, figuring that I might educate myself about Lithuanian history and research. Thanks to that list, there were a couple of consistent recommendations for researchers in Lithuania. Since traveling to Lithuania is not currently in my budget, I decided to try one of the researchers to see if there was any evidence that might be available. The remarkable Sigita agreed to undertake the research, and translated the papers, which were a birth record for one Casimir Dobrovolskis and a school record for my grandfather. It did give a starting point.<br /><br />Tonight, a document arrived in my email box. It is a marriage record for Adam’s parents, which documents their marriage date, village AND THEIR PARENTS’ NAMES. I wish I could show you, but it is a .pdf and not a jpeg. But here is the translation:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Marriage Record of Jonas Dobrovolskis to<br />Petronele Urnikaite (Urnikas) on 1892 y .<br /><br />On 16th of February, 1892 In Roman Catholic<br />church in Alsedžiai Rev.Juozas Dargužas, the<br />pastor of this church after triple announcements<br />blessed a matrimony of a peasant of Alsedžiai<br />vicinity 25 years old Jonas Dobrovolskis from<br />Šašaičiai village in Kalvarija parish ( he was a<br />son of Jonas Dobrovolskis and Pranciška<br />(Francis), nee Gintvainyte (Gintwojn) to a<br />peasant of the same vicinity 22 years old<br />Petronele Urnikaite from Platakiai village in<br />Alsedžiai parish (she was a daughter of<br />Kazimieras Urnikas and Ona, nee Labžintyte<br />(Labžintis). Witnesses were- Pranas Urbonas,<br />Julijonas Urnikas and others.<br />Translation from Russian language</span><br /><br />Wow, indeed!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-55719970697555902192011-06-06T06:19:00.005-04:002011-06-06T06:31:51.453-04:00This is the Face of Genealogy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqhm_tOxaXTLut91AMlMMakIikXFqdOlltAa6ssGjAoHFFrPc6oUfXd93tWxOlrAhPltqFx654WzqmzV9gv0LBUwNBAazpLbWq65kx49EbnMYSarHV95c3SJlLbtXUxAmLlLNdCTLXWVr/s1600/AbramGMauzy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqhm_tOxaXTLut91AMlMMakIikXFqdOlltAa6ssGjAoHFFrPc6oUfXd93tWxOlrAhPltqFx654WzqmzV9gv0LBUwNBAazpLbWq65kx49EbnMYSarHV95c3SJlLbtXUxAmLlLNdCTLXWVr/s200/AbramGMauzy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615050274273465154" /></a><br /><center>Abram Gooding Mauzy<br />1825-1905<br />2d Great-Grandfather</center><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-58097935704994962092011-05-26T06:58:00.002-04:002011-05-26T07:00:43.731-04:00My Private ForestI call it the “Shaking Leaf Syndrome”. And I’m afraid it is killing trees.<br /><br />I have enjoyed the “Who Do You Think You Are?” series as much as anyone. It is interesting to see the varied ancestries of famous people. But, they make it look so easy! And then, those commercials for Ancestry.com. “You don’t have to know what you are looking for, you just have to look!” Really? REALLY?!<br /><br />I had hoped posting trees online at Ancestry would lead to exchanges of emails and information with other folks researching the same people. In the beginning, it did. I have ”met” some lovely folks and helped to advance their research and mine. Win-win.<br /><br />But lately on Ancestry, people seem to just appropriate information that seems to be about their family without considering sources or possible conflicts. Pictures that have been posted are copied without so much as a “please” and “thank you”. When contacted, there is often no response and no move to correct errors. By then, the damage is done. Grafting branches willy-nilly from one tree to another creates some pretty bizarre mutations. And there doesn’t seem to be any way to halt the spread.<br /><br />So, I’ve decided to privatize my trees. I’m hoping the names will appear in searches, but that people will have to contact me for the information or the pictures. I will gladly share, I just want to try to halt, or at least slow the spread of the “shaking leaf” blight. <br /><br />I hope it works.<br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-58080901365697525242011-04-28T22:24:00.010-04:002011-04-28T23:27:44.227-04:00Not Royal, But Pretty SpecialWith all the attention being paid to the royal wedding today, I'm guessing the topic of weddings will be very popular in the blogosphere. It has me thinking of a very special newspaper announcement of my grandparent's wedding that I found on a research trip to Indiana. You know I was thrilled! Today, I would only have to go to NewspaperArchive.com. Here is a transcription of the announcement. Cue Matt Lauer and Meredith Viera!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.newspaperarchive.com/FreePdfViewer.aspx?img=114712495&firstvisit=true"target="_blank" >The Daily Republican</a>, October 13, 1915:<div align="left"><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Miss Mary Louise Mauzy, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. C.A. Mauzy and George Hupp DeHority, son of Mr. and Mrs. C.C. DeHority of Elwood were married Tuesday evening at seven-thirty o'clock at the Mauzy home at 611 North Harrison Street. Many guests were present.<br /><br />The ceremony was performed by the Rev. C.M. Yocum, pastor of the Main Street Christian church, before an immense bank of pink roses, and ferns studded with green cathedral candles, in the living room. The Episcopal ring service was used.<br /><br />Colors of pink and green predominated in the very elaborate decorations. Pink roses and greenery were used in profusion and green potted plants were also a part of the decorative scheme. The bride's table was especially beautiful with feather fern suspended from the chandalier to the four corners of the table, forming a canopy when entwined with pink maline.<br /><br />Leading the bridal Party were Wendell Wilkie of Elwod and Benjamin Hitz of Indianapolis, ribbon bearers, and following in order were the pastor; the bridegroom, Mr. DeHority, and his best man, Louis Mauzy, brother of the bride; Miss Erema Wilk and Miss Mary Louise Craig of this city, bridesmaids; Judith Mauzy, little daughter of Mr and Mrs. Hugh Mauzy, ring bearer; Miss Edith Wilk of this city, maid of honor; Mary Belle O'Brien of Elwood flower girl, and the bride and her father, who gave her away. Mrs. Florence Frazee Woodward san "All For You" and "At Dawning" just preceding the ceremony; Mrs. Hugh Mauzy playing the accompaniment. Maroni, an Indianapolis harpist, played the wedding march and a program of wedding music during the ceremony, as well as throughout the evening. <br /><br />The bride's wedding gown was of white tulle over white charmuse, embroidered in pearls. She wore a veil and carried a bridal boquet of orchids and lilies of the valley.<br /><br />The maid of honor was gowned in pale green taffeta. The bridesmaids were in dresses of pink silk net over pink silk. All three carried shower bouquets of sweetheart roses. The ring bearer and flower girl were dressed in white dresses.<br /><br />Following the ceremony, light refreshments were served the guests. <br /><br />Mr. and Mrs. DeHority left last night for their honeymoon trip to Chicago in an automobile, stopping over night in Elwood and will be at home in Elwood after December 1.<br /><br />Mr. and Mrs. DeHority were both graduated at Indiana University and were students together there. Mrs. DeHority is a member of the Kappa Alphha Theta and the Psi Iota Xi sororities and Mr. DeHority is a member of the Beta Theta Pi fraternity.<br /><br />The guests from out of the city included Miss Lois Stewart of Sullivan, Miss Laura Lindley, Miss Irma Wyebacher, Mr ad Mrs. Carl Eveleigh and Benj. Hitz of Indianapolis, Mrs. Florence Frazee-Woodward of Covington, Ky. Miss Helene Whitesides and Ferd Strickler of Franklin, Miss Hallie Pilger of Anderson, Fred Durham of Muncie, Jolin Morris of Newcastle, Mr. and Mrs. Frank DeHority, Mrs. Arthur O'Brien and daughter Mary Belle, Wendell Wilkie and Mr and Mrs. C.C. DeHority, parents of the bridegroom, all of Elwood, Mrs Rose Kranier of Indianapolis, Mrs. George Becker of Richmond, Mr. and Mrs Ed DeHority and Mr. and Mrs. Joseph DeHority of Elwood, Mr. and Mrs S.B. Harding of Indianapolis, Mr. and Mrs. W.A. DeHority of Indiannapolis, Mrs. Anna Mauzy-Moore of Findley, Ohio, Mr. and Mrs. William Harding of Elwood, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas H. Parry of Indianapolis, Miss Gladys Henley of Chicago, Ward Hackleman of Idianapolis, Mrs. Harold Mauzy of Gary and Mrs. St. Clair Parry of Indianapolis.</span></span></blockquote></div><div align="left"> </div><br />Best wishes to all the happy couples this weekend!<br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-80941441145047684152011-04-23T15:33:00.009-04:002011-04-25T15:50:46.007-04:00Spoiler alert: Who is Isaac Moore?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHBiSIRVNMlyNAgdi6FLUBbDpN7skt2NPVIrbm8jo2OIp3PkjMFQBJ2SPTpKTw3PHkDNBohiPCv_G1nSLth3eVaTSSe24z5c2mfxJl3IWxFDZaGXT2H481ikP_pUs0w2zGX7kBEwc5Oba/s144/prewmooreisaac.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHBiSIRVNMlyNAgdi6FLUBbDpN7skt2NPVIrbm8jo2OIp3PkjMFQBJ2SPTpKTw3PHkDNBohiPCv_G1nSLth3eVaTSSe24z5c2mfxJl3IWxFDZaGXT2H481ikP_pUs0w2zGX7kBEwc5Oba/s144/prewmooreisaac.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I have come to believe that every other male born in the 1700's was named Isaac Moore. I know my 4th great-grandfather was. I think I know from census records and local county histories of the late 1800's that he was born in Pennsylvania, birthed my 3d great-grandfather Thomas in Virginia, and died in Indiana in 1853. And he was married to Sarah UNK, of the dreaded UNK family.<br /><br />I know that if I go online, at Ancestry or Rootsweb and elsewhere, there are people who will tell me who Sarah is, and, sometimes, who Isaac's parents were. I just wish they could tell me why, or at least enter into a discussion. Doesn't it just bug you when there are "facts" out there that you know might be wrong, and yet people are going to attach them to their tree and spread the virus of mis-information? Here is my take on couple that I have run across recently:<br /><br />Spoiler #1: Isaac born in May of 1764 is the son of Andrew and Sarah Starr Moore of Sadsbury Twp., Lancaster County, PA. I think I know where this started. It is almost verbatim from what appears to be a <a href=" http://www.public.asu.edu/~moore/news/newsa03"target=_blank">Moore family newsletter </a>that can be found online. It isn't sourced and there is no mention of where the information originated. As Randy Seaver is reminding us this week at <a href="http://www.geneamusings.com/2011/04/cvgs-program-on-27-april-hank-jones.html"target="_blank">Genea-Musings</a>, sources can be wrong. Especially something like this which has no source. I can come up with a conflicting source, one of those lovely genealogies from the late 1800's that tried to name every descendant of a particular ancestor. The book is <em>Ancestors and Descendants of Andrew Moore, 1612-1897</em>, by John Andrew Moore Passemore, published 1897. Mr. Passemore says that Isaac, son of Andrew Moore and Sarah Starr of Sadsbury Twp., Lancaster County, PA married Lydia Wilson and is buried in Half Moon, PA. My grandfather is buried in Indiana. Perhaps one of these sources is right, but maybe not. And yet a number of folks on Ancestry and Rootsweb assert this connection. Wish I could find a source with a little "Moore" credibility.<br /><br />Spoiler #2: Isaac is married to Sarah Starr Carrico. Apparently Sarah Starr is not only Isaac's mother, she is now his wife. I'm not sure where this comes from, except there is one researcher on Rootsweb who asked the question, "Is it Sarah Starr or Sarah Carrico?" Maybe someone thought "When in doubt, use them both!" So far, I can't find a record that supports either one. Census records do show a Carrico family living near the Moores, but there isn't a way of telling if this is the right Isaac Moore. Poking around the <a href="http://www.lva.virginia.gov/"target="_blank">Virginia State Library </a>site tells me there were at least 2 and maybe 3 Isaac Moores coming out of the Shenandoah Valley at this time. But I can't find a way to sort them out from here.<br /><br />So I guess the search for Isaac will require a couple of road trips. Fortunately, I don't live very far from the state archives in Richmond, VA, or from the Shenandoah counties. Guess how I will spend my summer vacation!<br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-15213640193338221422011-04-22T08:06:00.009-04:002011-04-23T09:00:50.200-04:00I LOVE This Book<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJo0Ec5z4K-i7V1Y7TKHKMElEfAU4z5MaXuECYupN68eNIWXza-j67F3jEd_OiK689DAYuT__YtdpLxSSwrP7aN_oXJSJuOnuc6swjNdo1eq04L2lz-qXo3uZOJ2sikU84U7U0eedl5Ny/s1600/Familytreemaker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJo0Ec5z4K-i7V1Y7TKHKMElEfAU4z5MaXuECYupN68eNIWXza-j67F3jEd_OiK689DAYuT__YtdpLxSSwrP7aN_oXJSJuOnuc6swjNdo1eq04L2lz-qXo3uZOJ2sikU84U7U0eedl5Ny/s200/Familytreemaker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598380427438706562" /></a><br /><br />I suppose given all the recent blogging about monetizing, I should say up front that I am categorically not getting anything from this endorsement!<br /><br />I've used FTM since it first came out. I loved the ease of entry, the chart options, the interface with Ancestry. I haven't always gotten the upgrades, usually letting a couple go by before making another investment. But with the recent upgrades, I've gotten the feeling that I wasn't understanding the program, or getting the most out of it. I know, there is a help file, but those are sort of like reading the dictionary. Not much fun. And it sometimes takes forever to find the right search parameters for what you want. So, I decided to buy this book.<br /><br />I went right to chapter 9 and the discussion on setting up the web search (and no, this is not how I read mysteries!). The first thing I read is that the reason for the "shaky leaves" that look so exciting on commercials is that FTM does an online search EVERY TIME THE INTERNET CONNECTION IS AVAILABLE. I didn't know this! Could this be one reason it takes too long to connect? I don't know, but I definitely don't like things going on behind my back, so I turned that off right away. Bye, bye, shaky leaves.<br /><br />Then, I thought I probably ought to read the book in the order it was written. So, I start into chapter 1, and one of the first things I learn is how to enter all my husband's French-Canadian ancestors with their "dit" names, like "Charron dit Ducharme". FTM displays these in the people list as "dit Ducharme", and listing them under "dit" mixes a lot of families up. Lo and behold, here on page 8, I find that putting backslashes around the whole last name results in a correct sort, and the backslash doesn't show up in the tree or the printouts. Who knew?<br /><br />Not to give away too much, let me say I am really enjoying this book. I was able to get it used from Amazon and it has a permanent place next to my keyboard.<br /><br />While on the subject of learning new things, Julie Cahill Tarr, over at GenBlog is blogging tips on using the Ancestry Search ("<a href="http://genblogjulie.blogspot.com/2011/04/search-strategies-ancestry-part-2.html"target="_blank">Search Strategies: Ancestry - Part 2</a>"). I have taken away a couple of very good tips to improve my searches (I confess to beng a very bad searcher). Be sure to check it out.<br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-52365062421194277842011-04-19T08:21:00.016-04:002011-04-19T09:35:57.226-04:00Rip Van WinkleWell, now I know what Rip Van Winkle must have felt like, at least in a small way. Opening the blog vault today, I am confronted by how much I learned, the online friends I've made, and how much I've forgotten.<br /><br />Can it really be more than a year since my last post? Time certainly does fly!<br /><br />Why so long? Lots of reasons. Frustrations with my various brick walls is probably the biggest. I have reached that difficult time period in the 1700's on most of my lines (except for my Lithuanians...I haven't had the nerve to tackle them!). You know the time when public records are scarce, church records, at least for the Methodists, seem rarer, and newspaper obits are few and far between.<br /><br />Not that I haven't been trying. I took the big step (for me) of hiring some wonderful local researchers in Indiana and Delaware, to try to find parents for my <a href="http://ancestortracking.blogspot.com/2009/01/brick-wall-james-madison-dehority-1819.html"target="_blank">James M. DeHority</a> and Susanna Huffman. I got lots of interesting information about the Dehortys of Delaware, but nothing new on James. Susanna seems to have been born in Tennessee in 1816, according to her obituary, but it looks like this will take a road trip to research further.<br /><br />And I have looked at other lines online, but there is a lot of unsourced fantasy out there, you know?<br /><br />But, enough whining! Rolling up my sleeves, I'm ready to wade in again. Maybe that should have been "putting on my boots"? I've spent the last couple of days catching up on favorite blogs and trying to remember how to make a basic post. I've decided to focus on the piles of research and photos that I have, organizing, categorizing, and looking for things I've missed. Reading through all those magazines, clipping and tossing. That will keep me busy for awhile.<br /><br />Why now? I guess today has gotten me a bit nostalgic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNWia4J95YUS9_uAoBnEZN3xdx5ZXhMENe640jgfdQgKWQHk6EZM9_pRRi7BtEAgsJYH2aNU4qxvarzMWKE_PYL-HzYYoIUu6rSuBGeQRAyIpoUl3EVX2jJtRNKPCOW91-33S5JM330Gb/s1600/chasirene.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNWia4J95YUS9_uAoBnEZN3xdx5ZXhMENe640jgfdQgKWQHk6EZM9_pRRi7BtEAgsJYH2aNU4qxvarzMWKE_PYL-HzYYoIUu6rSuBGeQRAyIpoUl3EVX2jJtRNKPCOW91-33S5JM330Gb/s200/chasirene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597284543905893218" /></a><br /><br /><center>Charles Mauzy DeHority (1916-2003)<br />and<br />Irene Geraldine Douglas (1922-1999)<br />April 19, 1948</center><br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!</strong></em><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" /></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-69341098210474692662010-01-01T07:39:00.004-05:002010-01-01T07:45:58.419-05:00Welcome 2010!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoi8BxSHSFz0-J1CTrq-YRGjkxEcgTRynagqjUANOKpdPhQWpk75CwH-VElRyKGThE_QkBmhs4kZS9TKOK6usEWSh9CPijUcQIJfuRomuhvVnpWVsY5kZu1CzF5GrKHl-vA-AanEMkZHQz/s1600-h/newyears.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoi8BxSHSFz0-J1CTrq-YRGjkxEcgTRynagqjUANOKpdPhQWpk75CwH-VElRyKGThE_QkBmhs4kZS9TKOK6usEWSh9CPijUcQIJfuRomuhvVnpWVsY5kZu1CzF5GrKHl-vA-AanEMkZHQz/s200/newyears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421750593839123922" /></a><br />Well, here we are, another year…..another decade!….put to bed.<br /><br />Trolling the web for inspiration, there are many sites that offer pithy quotes to inspire reflection. The ones I like most have a cynical chuckle in their telling:<br /><br /><em>Every New Year is the direct descendant, isn’t it, of a long line of proven criminals. <br />~Ogden Nash</em><br /><br />That one seemed particularly apt for a genealogy blog. But, isn’t that the real truth? We are, after all, the sum of what we’ve said and done. Not what we meant to do, but what we really did. <br /><br /><em>Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.<br />~Ralph Waldo Emerson</em><br /><br />You can always rely on a New Englander for practical advice, no nonsense, cut to the chase. I have no use for resolutions on New Year’s Day. They just seem doomed to failure from the outset. Taking life one day at a time is a small enough chunk to be manageable. I can’t set goals for the year….who knows what will happen? But I can look to this day.<br /><br />In the end, Lucy Maud Montgomery’s cockeyed optimist, and fellow carrot-top, Anne Shirley said it best:<br /><br /><em>Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?</em><br /><br /><strong>Happy New Year everyone!</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-56264413169564598892009-12-20T08:43:00.006-05:002010-01-09T08:26:17.239-05:00Festival of Postcards - Faces from the Box<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCctYXL_rxAkGjxSa5QkFZQDJnZhctD5BVszjaR7ZMX23vIqEM_oJjpZ8-Z1foQCPwkv8kyjUdpPiNGH8Za-cQf3QlmRoY8Xx8Tkk3fH-KR-MOAf1HL32hAKTmmIfL-CX0tA_scTSWhn8/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCctYXL_rxAkGjxSa5QkFZQDJnZhctD5BVszjaR7ZMX23vIqEM_oJjpZ8-Z1foQCPwkv8kyjUdpPiNGH8Za-cQf3QlmRoY8Xx8Tkk3fH-KR-MOAf1HL32hAKTmmIfL-CX0tA_scTSWhn8/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417314075401026498" /></a><br />This edition of the <a href="http://wp.me/pp92w-77c">Festival of Postcards </a>features all things white. I have scrambled through my treasures to find a submission, but, alas, nothing quite fits the bill.<br /><br />BUT, since black and white postcards are acceptable, I submit these lovely ladies...two of my unknown "<a href="http://ancestortracking.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-to-robert-ragan-of-treasure-maps.html">strangers in the box</a>"...dressed in their winter finery. It seems at some time around the turn of the 20th century, it was popular to print pictures on postcards for easy mailing. I know, as I have a number of these mementos, lovely pictures on the front and a postcard on the back. Unfortunately, it is blank, never mailed, with no clue who these folks might be. Maybe they were residents of Elwood, Indiana, where my Hupp and DeHority ancestors lived. Maybe they are from somewhere else entirely. But here they are for your viewing enjoyment.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-53594289548328666522009-12-16T09:09:00.004-05:002009-12-16T09:43:01.035-05:00Blog Carol 2009The <a href="http://www.footnotemaven.com/2009/12/footnotemavens-tradition-of-blog.html">footnoteMaven</a> has called all Geneabloggers to join in for the annual caroling. Picking a favorite carol is difficult…<em>Silent Night </em>is great for a reflective evening, <em>Deck the Halls </em>gets the energy going for the shopping and decorating, cooking while <em>Little Drummer Boy </em>plays in the background. But the one below is one that I look forward to singing along with every year, not exactly a carol, more of a song, and a melancholy reminder to remember the less fortunate.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXBTaowTkYMVOERzoaOMSdP3yDh43ZY4oQ7IN0KHabNEvxHu8e1NoqZcfyK7ys0I9CCW83OpivGzdq81aPLBC4br2a3xtO48BmJJ7ChcyaqOdovMsWHg7kp_5qdW0iEdL2D3UphhQk1xu/s1600-h/marysfirst.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXBTaowTkYMVOERzoaOMSdP3yDh43ZY4oQ7IN0KHabNEvxHu8e1NoqZcfyK7ys0I9CCW83OpivGzdq81aPLBC4br2a3xtO48BmJJ7ChcyaqOdovMsWHg7kp_5qdW0iEdL2D3UphhQk1xu/s200/marysfirst.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415842193791853042" /></a><br /><center><em>Mary's first Christmas</em><br /><br />Pretty Paper<br />By: Willie Nelson<br /><br />Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue <br />Wrap your presents to your darling from you <br />Pretty pencils to write “I love you” <br />Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue <br /><br />Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him. <br />Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh. <br />There he sits all alone on the sidewalk <br />Hoping that you won’t pass him by.<br /><br />Should you stop? Better not, much too busy .<br />You’re in a hurry, my how time does fly!<br />In the distance, the ringing of laughter,<br />And in the midst of the laughter he cries <br /><br />Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue!<br />Wrap your presents to your darling from you. <br />Pretty pencils to write “I love you” <br />Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue.</center><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-80974025038947071632009-12-04T00:00:00.007-05:002009-12-04T07:08:22.066-05:00Friday's Focus Family: the Hupps of Elwood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaoVVGMRAWriyqY-SdxTAuNzNPntsEO6IrDssC3Sdt8ynCQr5hyphenhyphenqpwjw5W315QDra8nwI2ZlcrxMHdrFsFarVkWBTER_5bEpuJKs_5SLm6LHQxW39vLtsBxryQxZkQRsgfjPAgvJpHF3y/s1600-h/gwhuppfamily.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 105px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaoVVGMRAWriyqY-SdxTAuNzNPntsEO6IrDssC3Sdt8ynCQr5hyphenhyphenqpwjw5W315QDra8nwI2ZlcrxMHdrFsFarVkWBTER_5bEpuJKs_5SLm6LHQxW39vLtsBxryQxZkQRsgfjPAgvJpHF3y/s200/gwhuppfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411044229394780146" /></a><br /><br />Above is a picture of the family of George Washington Hupp and Elizabeth Stokes Hupp, the source of whatever German genes I have. Based on what I know about birth and death dates, in the photo are:<br /><br />Top row, left to right<br />Lola M. Hupp (my great grandmother, 1870-1951)<br />Albert A. Hupp (1878-1947)<br />Maude Hupp (1882- )<br />William A. Hupp (1868-1904)<br />Samuel S. Hupp (1871-1911)<br /><br />Bottom row, left to right :<br />George Washington Hupp (1834-1923)<br />Isabelle Stokes Hupp (1843-1918)<br /><br />George W. Hupp was born on December 3, 1834, in Shenandoah County, Virginia, near New Market, the son of Samuel A. Hupp and Mary Kipps. Isabelle Stokes was born on May 7, 1843, in Butler County, Ohio, to Jesse Stokes and Elizabeth Hineman. According to George’s obituary, he came as a young man to Indiana in 1859, moving to Elwood in 1862 where he lived the rest of his life. I think this picture must have been from around that time. He does look like a young man headed west looking for adventure.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ukrv7dl9pNsBZxYc2hSdbyPkNtVA0x9pZUlST0jPaEFdCs90uAw9GYtql9BBNFJ6fm4Txb6ktbhlEcWzLYmsNZW33fZmoUTowZN7gJgLiAfh3SJ_eUX-a4mTpT4lhsAAMivgvy-wo5cV/s1600-h/GWHupp2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ukrv7dl9pNsBZxYc2hSdbyPkNtVA0x9pZUlST0jPaEFdCs90uAw9GYtql9BBNFJ6fm4Txb6ktbhlEcWzLYmsNZW33fZmoUTowZN7gJgLiAfh3SJ_eUX-a4mTpT4lhsAAMivgvy-wo5cV/s200/GWHupp2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411347950712217506" /></a><br />George and Isabelle were married in 1867. He established the first tinning and plumbing company in Elwood, later opened a hardware store, and much later went into the insurance business. He was a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church and the Odd Fellows Lodge. His home, with much changing and addition, is the current <a href="http://www.copherfeslermay.com/FuneralHome/"target="_blank">Copher-Fesler-May Funeral Home</a> in Elwood.<br /><br />It seems the family, like all families had its share of happy and sad times. They apparently liked to travel to Hot Springs, Arkansas, as shown in this picture.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLB5GCH11nS-MJzJU-xvxhSM5FApnrvBDKii81eS4qYDAR-8wJfllB7CsbTK2OEDm6w9WykurXqEwgbyaH0y83cJSLP7l7MOjGD5jLKQmCw0NT5GSI9jS7U0Y7bKqvushqxlHftiPKw90E/s1600-h/Media0023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLB5GCH11nS-MJzJU-xvxhSM5FApnrvBDKii81eS4qYDAR-8wJfllB7CsbTK2OEDm6w9WykurXqEwgbyaH0y83cJSLP7l7MOjGD5jLKQmCw0NT5GSI9jS7U0Y7bKqvushqxlHftiPKw90E/s200/Media0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411349716029599538" /></a><br /><br />Five children are shown, but three died in infancy. And their son Samuel must have suffered from some type of depression, as a note in the family bible indicates that he committed suicide.<br /><br /> Isabelle’s obituary shows her to have been an active member of the community:<br /><br /><em>Mrs. Hupp was a lifelong member of the M.E. Church, a worker in its Aid and other societies and a Christian woman who found much for her hands to do and willingly contributed to every good cause. She will be missed in the community where she was so long known and so much beloved.</em><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-19282592070814831942009-11-29T21:29:00.005-05:002009-11-30T21:43:44.359-05:00Kreativ Blogger Award<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4ROPd444JXKS20Vh3X-Sl_5ARpcwbFH-fxT9AhVFOsZjpClu1fjadjp58XaWEJKH1VAQ_5yY7GNrHxtEz4WrY3a7Z-q6aWEMFvO-8UiPLPsn6qgg9kCxJmukXOhi9_zX718n9Vp4w7jo/s1600/kreative_blogger.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4ROPd444JXKS20Vh3X-Sl_5ARpcwbFH-fxT9AhVFOsZjpClu1fjadjp58XaWEJKH1VAQ_5yY7GNrHxtEz4WrY3a7Z-q6aWEMFvO-8UiPLPsn6qgg9kCxJmukXOhi9_zX718n9Vp4w7jo/s200/kreative_blogger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410090850412242450" /></a><br />Many thanks to TCasteel of <a href="http://tangledtrees.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-to-tonias-roots-for-bestowing.html"target="_blank">Tangled Trees</a> for thinking of me for the Kreativ Blogger Award. It is always a pleasure to find that someone reads this chronicle of my misadventures in this family history search. <br /><br />Now, according to the rules for this award, I must reveal 7 things about myself, and then name 7 other blogs for the honor. Here goes:<br /><br />1. My ULTIMATE brick wall challenge is finding the parents of my ggg-grandparents, James Madison DeHority (1819-1891) and Susanna Huffman (1817-1899).<br />2. Like Tcasteel, I am a mystery lover; favorites are Dame Agatha Christie, Rex Stout and Martha Grimes.<br />3. I love to knit….there is a certain zen to the movements that is very calming.<br />4. My favorite countries are France and Ireland. It must be in the DNA. I have been lucky enough to visit both.<br />5. I have one wonderful granddaughter, thanks to my wonderful daughter.<br />6. In my next incarnation, I hope to have musical talent.<br />7. Favorite movie: Charade, with Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn.<br /><br />The difficult part will be to nominate only 7, as there are so many fascinating stories out there, but my latest list of faves are:<br /><br /><blockquote><a href="http://carrowandfauntfamilytales.blogspot.com/2009/11/surname-saturday-doohandugan-of-donegal.html"target="_blank">Carrow and Faunt Family Tales</a><br /><a href="http://kampgroundkapers.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Kathy’s Kampground Kapers</a><br /><a href="http://pk-pollyblog.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Pollyblog</a><br /><a href="http://french-genealogy.typepad.com/genealogie/"target="_blank">The French Genealogy Blog</a><br /><a href="http://professionaldescendant.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">The Professional Descendant</a><br /><a href="http://wetree.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">We Tree</a><br /><a href="http://www.moughty.com/Site/Blog/Blog.html"target="_blank">Donna’s Genealogy Blog</a></blockquote><br /><br />Thanks to each of the above for many mornings of fascinating reading!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-40254046738555672042009-11-06T17:08:00.005-05:002009-11-07T06:02:51.006-05:00The HuguenotsMany thanks to Anne Mordel of the French Genealogy Blog for her introduction to the story of the Huguenots in France in her recent post <a href="http://french-genealogy.typepad.com/genealogie/2009/11/huguenot-genealogy-a-bit-of-background.html"target="_blank">Huguenot Genealogy-A Bit of Background</a>.My Mauzy ancestors, referenced in a <a href="http://ancestortracking.blogspot.com/2009/10/surname-saturday.html"target="_blank">Surname Saturday</a> post recently, were members of this Protestant group, and made their way to North America as a result of the persecution. Anne's chronology of the events is fascinating, and her links to online resources are very helpful. If you also have ancestors from France, be sure to pay her a visit!<br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-64359531166989619932009-11-03T07:11:00.008-05:002009-11-03T07:39:23.611-05:00Tombstone Tuesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYmhG6CjM-ylopnskiJD3Uc7yHQUTjkikJUaxjVnyTEFrF2jlSqZY3sLig9UbK-0mp3p8IvrhxJ0RvHTrOIMDDx4Xkv2E3wafXYz57ryhN29PUFOOMDxgd1eWVAFsf8_2Vik-TyJf5hl7/s1600-h/peterwsalliemauzy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYmhG6CjM-ylopnskiJD3Uc7yHQUTjkikJUaxjVnyTEFrF2jlSqZY3sLig9UbK-0mp3p8IvrhxJ0RvHTrOIMDDx4Xkv2E3wafXYz57ryhN29PUFOOMDxgd1eWVAFsf8_2Vik-TyJf5hl7/s200/peterwsalliemauzy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399855986326359218" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a><br /><br />Photo courtesy of FindAGrave.comMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-26783597106972237092009-10-30T06:30:00.003-04:002009-10-30T07:18:59.660-04:00Friday’s Family-Peter and Sallie (Gooding) MauzyWith the Mauzy surname being the topic for <a href="http://ancestortracking.blogspot.com/2009/10/surname-saturday.html">Surname Saturday</a> last week, I thought this might be a good opportunity to look at one of the families on this branch of my tree, trying to imagine their lives.<br /><br />Peter William Mauzy was born 25 October 1792 in what was called west Virginia. I don’t think this was the state, but rather western land in the state of Virginia, and possibly land that became part of Kentucky. His father was the patriot William Mauzy, who was reportedly present at the surrender of Cornwallis at Yorktown, and his mother was Ursula Arnold, and English lady. In 1792, according to the Richard Mauzy book mentioned earlier, Peter’s parents were headed from Virginia to Kentucky, so perhaps Peter was born along the way.<br /><br />Sallie Gooding was born 15 December 1795, probably in Fleming County, Kentucky. Her parents have yet to be determined. Ancestry trees list them as Cornelius Gooding and Margaret Scott, while a FamilySearch entry lists Abraham Gooding and Elizabeth Randall. Since one of their children was named Abram Gooding Mauzy, I think the second is a good bet. Neither of these entries are sourced, and I have yet to find other evidence online, so I’ll leave this as an open question for now.<br /><br />Peter and Sallie married in Fleming County, Kentucky on or about 12 March 1813, when Peter was 20 and Sallie was 17. Together, they had 8 children who survived: Lucinda, Reuben D., William C., Abram Gooding, Martha A., Silas H., Elizabeth and Nancy. Sallie must have been a strong woman indeed! Peter is described as a “powerful preacher in the Old Christian Church”.<br /><br />They moved their brood, apparently along with grandpa William Mauzy, to land near New Salem Indiana in about 1829, according to county histories. It is easy to imagine their hopes for their family on their new land, visions of the prosperity to come. Sadly, both Peter and Sallie were victims of typhoid fever, according to family lore, after entertaining travelers. Peter died in September of 1832 and Sallie followed in October. Lucinda, the eldest, and her husband Joseph Pattison are credited with shepherding the orphans as they grew up. Because of their efforts, Peter and Sallie’s children grew to adulthood to become teachers, doctors, farmers and merchants, successfully pursuing the American dream.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-3858676353201337902009-10-25T10:30:00.006-04:002009-10-25T11:01:11.462-04:00The Gift of Music<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHiIKEL8rbB0o0Vz0R07dZ24-7pnHO8Gz4looD-vnAfQICAuJ3rp_b_rCkym-xVAoIQCXLHR9n5jzQVYFWtPmDdK8r7gW5SO3hAbbfKGQdWLNjrN5oDprDTC7c8PDHWeChPfyNvY-WWNSN/s1600-h/COG_83.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHiIKEL8rbB0o0Vz0R07dZ24-7pnHO8Gz4looD-vnAfQICAuJ3rp_b_rCkym-xVAoIQCXLHR9n5jzQVYFWtPmDdK8r7gW5SO3hAbbfKGQdWLNjrN5oDprDTC7c8PDHWeChPfyNvY-WWNSN/s200/COG_83.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396545618343898818" /></a><br /><em>“I sail my memories of home….”</em><br /><br />The words of Judy Collins’ old song run through my mind whenever I’m in the throes of this family history addiction, like Sherlock Holmes and his 7% solution.<br /><br />I had no intention of participating in the <a href="http://researchergal.blogspot.com/2009/10/cog-83-play-me-your-favorite-instrument.html"target="_blank">Carnival of Genealogy </a>this month, but I think it was the picture that kept calling to me, the picture of the lovely lady at the piano.<br /><br />At one time, I aspired to be a lovely lady at the piano. I started lessons very young (see picture), and continued into high school. I don’t remember it being my idea. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wLsFi4ZuRWx9NvZd6tV-p-2SsADJJv8SLxUi3LhYFOlA7TjOk06QTj7KrzVBPzns_HCnB5dMmEo6QRe42nloBK1qXHyJ1L8qrDBjdo66FmfTzdKonnX5UwOzuwtmUqgP9AquGjFCcwmd/s1600-h/pianomary.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wLsFi4ZuRWx9NvZd6tV-p-2SsADJJv8SLxUi3LhYFOlA7TjOk06QTj7KrzVBPzns_HCnB5dMmEo6QRe42nloBK1qXHyJ1L8qrDBjdo66FmfTzdKonnX5UwOzuwtmUqgP9AquGjFCcwmd/s200/pianomary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396547704131636002" /></a>I think it was my mother’s idea, as she had both my sister and me in lessons. Lessons were expensive enough, so she didn't invest much in the instrument, a worn, old clunker that no amount of tuning would save. For years, I studied with “Professor Michaelides”, a wonderful, OLD man from Cyprus, who had settled with his wife in Norfolk and offered piano lessons. He was very patient with me, and thanks to his training, I even won second place in a piano contest in high school. I can still hear his gravely voice with the mysterious accent telling stories of accompanying singers in Europe….one lady even rehearsed bare from neck to waist, so as not to constrict her breathing. Fascinating stories! That same voice is in my head, saying “Practice, Mary Lou! Practice!” whenever I start something new, or glance at the piano in my living room that sits mostly idle now.<br /><br />Eventually, I broke his heart when the excitement of high school won out over the practice sessions, and I quit taking lessons. After I had married and started teaching, I did stop by to see him once in his little house. He was so kind and happy to talk. Years later, when I saw his obituary in the paper, I went to my first Greek Orthodox funeral, and had a little cry.<br /><br />My dad usually sought refuge in the farthest room in the house when I practiced, doors shut. Let’s just say he wasn’t encouraging. I don’t know whether he ever played. I never heard him. But I did find a piece or two of sheet music in his papers after he died, so maybe he did. But he always….ALWAYS…..had classical music playing as he graded papers and planned his lessons. He had a vast collection of vinyl records, and later 8 track tapes and cassettes, mostly classical, but Frank Sinatra, Harry Belafonte (for my mother) and other crooners and artists from the 40’s and 50’s. That’s where it ended. When I rhapsodized over the Beatles, he just shook his head and rolled his eyes. <br /><br />This was his gift to me, a love of all kinds of music. We have it going all the time in our house. I love to listen….and sail my memories…..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-27998260192533011182009-10-24T00:23:00.002-04:002009-10-29T23:31:27.034-04:00Surname Saturday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSORCiMuzysgiDLUESFUtNCPftOHLMSdA7lTo_4WItYhzhXGvoxgDr8nwYNjjaGfm8xX4IveSmSKP08VeATDg67wWObgRFcgsyqK9QwYn_ty4PwaXnFnC_SzvlpEseh0dQJIYm-7fhLmMW/s1600-h/huguenot.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSORCiMuzysgiDLUESFUtNCPftOHLMSdA7lTo_4WItYhzhXGvoxgDr8nwYNjjaGfm8xX4IveSmSKP08VeATDg67wWObgRFcgsyqK9QwYn_ty4PwaXnFnC_SzvlpEseh0dQJIYm-7fhLmMW/s200/huguenot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395868225039590082" /></a><br /><strong>Mauzy, Mauzey, Mauze, Moze</strong><br />For many years, <em>Genealogical Record of the Descendants of Henry Mauzy, A Huguenot Refugee, the Ancestors of the Mauzys of Virginia and Other States from 1685 to 1910</em>, by Richard Mauzy, 1911, was the definitive work on this family. It boasted responses from Mauzys all across the U.S., 105 pages on the descendants of Henry Mauzy. But it was only breadcrumbs showing the way, none of it supported by documents. Still, it was something.<br /><br />Since then other researchers have taken up the search. It is generally thought that John Mauzé, born in England about 1675 to Michael Mauzé of France, is the common ancestor for the Mauzys of the U.S. <br /><br />Dr. Armand Jean Mauzey published his research in 1950 in an excellent article for the <em>Virginia Magazine of History and Biography</em><sup>1</sup>. He believes the Mauzé name might have come from the Arabian word “Mauz”, a plantain tree, and may have been adopted during the Crusades. He documents 10 Mauzé families that left France for the British Isles between 1681 and 1724, Huguenots who fled France on the repeal of the Edict of Nantes. The family appears to have come from lands near LaRochelle.<br /><br />The Mauzys undertook the hardship of escape from France, travel to the British Isles and then to the New World in search of religious tolerance and freedom. How proud and grateful we should all be for their courage.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a><br /><br />1. Armand Jean Mauzey, M.D., D.S.C., “The Mauzey-Mauzy Family”, Virgina Magazine of History and Biography 58 (1950), 112-119.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-75662982847719016902009-10-18T07:29:00.002-04:002009-10-18T07:35:34.502-04:00Destination DelmarvaWell, it has been a while since the last posting. The start of school always brings new work for me, which is a good thing, and less time for genealogy, which is not.<br /><br />Saturday, I was fortunate to be able to attend the Destination Delmarva 2009 workshop at Washington College, sponsored by the <a href="http://delgensoc.org/"target="_blank">Delaware Genealogy Society </a>and the <a href="http://www.mdgensoc.org/">Maryland Genealogy Society</a>. Each lecture that I attended gave me a piece of information I didn’t have before about history and resources that can help clear some of the cobwebs from my research. I knew there was a boundary dispute in the 1600-1700’s around the boundary between Maryland and Delaware, and I knew my Dehortys were on land smack in the middle of the disputed area. Russ McCabe’s presentation gave me a clearer picture of how the land was settled, a few ideas about where my folks might have come ashore, and a nifty new book to read for more information. The Deakyne twins, Sally Burke and Peggy Mealy, reminded me about the importance of investigating all the names in the Orphan’s Court records for possible family connections. Bob Barnes had a fascinating collection of “Black Sheep” ancestors…I haven’t found any yet, but I must have some and now I know where to look. Ed Wright has cataloged the churches of the early period and the records that he has transcribe. Unfortunately, my folks were Methodists, who were not known for their record keeping. But, you never know if the odd Quaker or Anglican might have married in, so, they will be worth a look. And, of course, I took home a couple of new books for the research library.<br /><br />The weather was horrible, rainy and cold, but a bright spot on the day was meeting fellow blogger Kathleen Ingram. Her enthusiasm and positive spirit were infectious!<br /><br />What a great day! Now to catch up on my blog reading……<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-18243773272543869952009-09-06T07:45:00.014-04:002009-09-06T08:42:40.460-04:00Melodrama on a Sunday MorningStill sorting through those pesky Delaware Dehortys, I came upon a newspaper article from the front page of The Logansport (IN) Journal, dated August 20, 1898, with a story about my cousin (3X removed) Tillie DeHority. It is a long post, but fun, so I'll excerpt the article below. The writing is such fun, dramatically telling the story of two young lovers. It was a lesson for me on the importance of looking for newspaper articles of the period to give life to our ancestors' stories.<br /><div align="left"><br /><blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><center>THEIR SECRET OUT<br />*****<br />CAME TO LOGANSPORT</strong><br />***<br />Here an Obliging Justice Said the Words that Made Them One</center><br /><br />Society circles in the little cities of Elwood and Kokomo are just at present all excitement over the episodes of a couple of lovers who ran away to this city and, sometime between Tuesday evening and Wednesday morning are supposed to have been united in marriage by some obliging official possessing the authority to tie knots that are said to bind. The principals in the elopement are prominent in the social circles of both the cities both being residents of Elwood.<br /><br />The bride is the daughter of the president of the leading bank of Madison county's second city and the groom is a handsome young widower, in the drugs and soda water line. The dramatis personae also includes a wronged wife seeking her lost marriage lines: a young attorney, mutual friend of the principal characters, and a friend of the heroine who was inoocently made to aid in the development of the plot, while the "villian" in the play is supposed to be represented by the irate papa of the blushing bride.<br /><br /><br />The first part of the story is told by the Kokomo Dispatch as follows:'Tuesday morning Miss Tillie DeHority, a daughter of J.H. DeHority, president of the Elwood National bank and perhaps the foremost man in the commercial life of that place, came to Kokomo for a brief visit with Mrs. Cordis Ovens of West Walnut street.....Miss DeHority had visited Mrs. Ovens here on several occasions. Naturally she suspected nothing when she received a letter from her Elwood friend a few days ago announcing her purpose to 'come over' for a brief time. Invitations were secured for her to a number of social gatherings, functions at which she was to be the houseguest were organized among the younger set, and no effort was spared to make her visit a pleasant one...<br /><br />Miss DeHority came to Logansport on Tuesday night and here [she was] met by Curt Howe, an Elwood druggist, and attorney Bert Call of Elwood. No record of any marriage license having been issued to Mr. Howe and Miss DeHority appears on the books in the office of the county clerk here, but from an acquaintance of the parties here the statement comes that the marriage license was brought from Madison County by Mr. Howe. The marriage ceremony howeve is said to have been performed here, but even surrounding that there seems to have been thrown a circle of secrecy for, while it is whispered that one of Logansport's very popular and ever-obliging justices in matters of this kind knows more than he is willing to tell, no definite statement has been given out. However, certain it is that when the Elwood young lady left here Wednesday, returning to the home of her friend in Kokomo, she went not as Miss DeHority but as Mrs. Howe.<br /><br />She, however, failed to apprise her friends at Kokomo of her marriage and she attended an afternoon and an evening social gathering and another on Thursday, as Miss Tillie DeHority, 'heart whole and fancy free.' On Thursday afternoon, however, as the Dispatch tells the story, when on her way to the Ovens home in company with Mrs. Ovens, Mrs. Howe was met by a messenger boy with a telegram. It was from her husband and announced that he would be in Kokomo that night. With many tears and much pleading that her secret be kept she told Mrs. Ovens the whole story. Mrs. Ovens was dumbfounded and greatly distressed at the fact that she had been innocently made to aid in what was evidently an elopement and a match that she was sure would not be approved by the young woman's parents.<br /><br />Mr. Ovens at once communicated with Mr. DeHority by telephone, laying the story before him. Mr. DeHority asked Mr. Ovens to keep his daughter at his home under any and all circumstances until her brother who he would send on the first train could reach Kokomo. The first train was that reaching there at 10:12 o'clock Thursday night. On it Mr. Howe came, but not the brother of his bride. Whether a truce had been patched up between Papa DeHority and his son-in-law is not known. Mr. Howe went to the Ovens home. His stay was significantly brief, but when he came away his wife was with him. They remained at the Clinton hotel until the 1:45 train, which they took to Elwood.<br /></span></blockquote><br />I've left out the tale of Tillie's friend, who seemed to have misplaced her own marriage license. It was altogether a bad day for poor Mrs. Ovens! The story goes on the give particulars on the families, ending with the note that Curtis Howe's first marriage was also "a runaway match". <br /><br />I wonder what 18-year-old Tillie had gotten herself into?</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" /></a> </div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196527202683685980.post-86894353930579720522009-08-24T10:02:00.003-04:002009-08-24T10:16:01.632-04:00Back in time--1820So, when last heard from, I was trying to organize all the data I’ve collected on the Dehorty family in Delaware to try to identify the father of my brick wall, 3g-grandfather James M. Dehority (1819-1891).<br /><br />I am most of the way through that, having sorted through census records, probate records, orphan’s court records, tax records, marriage listings in the Delaware Public Archives’ card files, land records, and various mentions in books and journals on the period. I’ll chronicle my thoughts here in hopes that if someone reads this and notices things I have overlooked or errors of any sort, they will be so kind as to leave me a note.<br /><br />I’ve decided to focus on the time around the 1820 census, as James was born in 1819 (or, by one count, 1816). Either way, he would be under age 5 in 1820. If I count the number of Dehorty men on the census who are of an age to father a child in 1820, I have 15 candidates. If I use information from James’ obituary, that he was orphaned by age 8, then I am looking for someone who has died by the 1830 census, both husband and wife (and the wife could have died prior to 1820). This is a little harder, but I can definitely eliminate 5, so I am down to 10. <br /><br />Of the 10, there are 2 definite candidates. One Benjamin Doroty of Little Creek Hundred, Kent County, is enumerated in 1820 with 9 people in his household, of which 2 are males under the age of 9 and 2 males of “fathering” age (16-25). Benjamin dies intestate in 1823. The problem with Benjamin is that his wife is listed a s Louvania, and the will to Thomas Dehorty previously mentioned references a James, son of Sarah Silivan (<a href="http://ancestortracking.blogspot.com/2009/03/paternity-search-in-delaware.html"target="_blank">Paternity Search in Delaware</a>). <br /><br />Research that I just received also finds a John Dehorty in the tax lists of Kent County who is a head of household in 1820, but dies insolvent by 1823 (must be a bad year for Dehortys). Here is where I run headlong into what I don’t know about the 1820 census.<br />I think that everyone counted in the household was a member of the family, excepting the slave listings. But, could they be related as siblings of the head and his wife, grandchildren, cousins, or in other ways related? This is where my count of 10 could be high. There seem to be a lot of “blended” households on my list. There is a John Dorothy in Duck Creek Hundred, Kent, listed in 1820. Could this be the one from the tax list? Or, might he be listed as a tick mark under a different household? How do I resolve the unnamed gentlemen from the census?<br /><br />This is going to require some thought.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/?action=view¤t=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv189/catbalooaol/signature.png" border="0" alt="signature"></a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100981681598340635noreply@blogger.com0