|Posted by: Larry Walker
on Sep 9 2012 15:04|
Using traditional genealogy research mainly based on surnames, many of us have hit an 18th century brick wall in some of our ancestral lines
When that brick wall is a Scottish Highlander, it is probably because our Highlander ancestors did not even have inherited surnames before that time. Most Highlanders did not adopt inherited surnames until they were forced into it during the Highland “Pacifications”, clan system dismantling, and Highland clearances that followed the 1746 Battle of Culloden.
The situation is even worse with Scandinavian ancestors who generally did not adopt inherited surnames until about 1860.
Most other Europeans had adopted inherited surnames by the 13th century in the British Isles, and even earlier on the continent.
Great progress is being made in DNA based genealogy which may eventually get us to identifying ancestral roots at a family level or even a noted individual, but we aren’t quite there yet. I may post more about this later.
|Posted by: Larry Walker
on July 22 2012 05:47|
Do Not Lose History
Well folks – I’m fairly well lubricated, feel an all-nighter coming on, and have a bottle of cabernet sauvignon in reserve to see me through this epistle.
So – it is off to the races.
A few years ago, I was doing my triennial housecleaning (something that I do about every third year whether it needs doing or not) when an old suitcase got in my way. I decided that maybe I should see what was in it before either putting it in the attic with the rest of the things that I hadn’t had any use for in the last thirty years, or enduring the agony of throwing it (anything) away.
Well, what to my bloodshot eyes should appear? Twas photos and negatives, both far and near. I threw down the broom and sat myself down, to peruse these treasures just newly found.
As I remembered who, what, where, why and when portrayed in the images, I had a thing called an epiphany. I knew all, most, or some of those things, but I was perhaps the only living person who did.
Hence, a mission. I began digitizing, captioning, and posting those photos on the web at smugmug.com.
But then, along came Gladys. Long unheard-from Gladys. Long unheard-from and family knowledgeable Gladys.
About 2006, I got an out-of-the-blue phone call from a cousin, Gladys Robinson. She was working on the family tree of our mutual ancestors, Archie and Effie Tapley and wanted some input regarding my immediate family.
Well, one thing led to another. Gladyhs sent me a copy of her genealogy file and the Naron book. I got involved in genealogy; eventually posting the Tapleys, Narons, and Brewers family site at MyHeritage.com with gobs of help from a lot of people and sources; notably including Gladys Robinson, Juanita Naron, Dorothy Martell, Morris Wesley Naron’s book, Jerry Brewer and his book, and Stan Harris, just to name a few.
This brings me back to the title of this paper – “Do Not Lose History”. We all have something in common other than family ties. We are OLD – generally more than 60.
As I work with our genealogy, and more recently our DNA, this holds true for most of my contacts and references – WE ARE OLD!
I guess that this is a natural thing. When we are young, our focus is on the future – as it should be. As we age, memories of the past begin to balance our interests. When we get old, we become increasingly aware of the past and fearful that it will be lost to the future.
This does not mean that we of the sunset generation are locked in our memories to the exclusion of the future. To the contrary – our sometimes overriding preoccupation becomes to ensure that future generations are not deprived of the past.
DO NOT LOSE HISTORY – It is both our legacy and our immortality!
My journeys into genealogy have been one of the most rewarding periods of my life. As I work with the names, dates, facts, and photos; my deceased ancestors and other relatives live again! I can only hope that my efforts allow you to share in this experience.
And - it is more than just about immediate family. I have learned more about history, archeology, geology, climatology, evolution, and theology in the past two or three years than I did in all of my primary and secondary education. It is too bad that our schools cannot make education as interesting and invigorating as the real world is!
Finally: As I approach the ultimate end of life, I value two things above all else: Independence and the accumulation of Knowledge.
A note to dear cousin Carlene: this is why I have such a passion for this work play. Pursuit of knowledge is what keeps me young!
By: Larry L. Walker
July 22, 2012
*This paper is hereby placed in the public domain by the author, Larry L. Walker, July 22, 2012.
|Posted by: Jerry Brewer
on July 21 2012 22:06|
Jerry Brewer has published two new Ebooks at Smashwords.com.
"The Old Porter Place" was co-authored with his maternal cousin, Larry Davis.
Trapping Grandma's chickens, bootleggin' whiskey, Saturday cowboy movies, learning to chew tobacco, chicken-stealing dogs, Indians who ate a boy's pet, living with bull snakes, Grandma's corn bread recipe, playing hooky from school, a boy's ornery horse, Nazis invading Oklahoma, and the enduring love of parents and family in rural Oklahoma.
These are a few of the topics addressed in more than 50 short tales of their childhood, by 70-year-old cousins, Jerry Brewer and Larry Davis who grew up together in western Oklahoma. Told in the oral tradition of their mountain ancestors from Kentucky and West Virginia, accompanied with historic photos, their stories are delightfully brief, and entertaining and guaranteed to elicit a laugh and bring a lump to the throat. You'll delight in this nostalgic journey through a simpler time in "The Old Porter Place" that, like the "land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields" that once cradled it, is now "gone with the wind."
"The Old Porter Place" sells for $2.99 and may be downloaded from https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/129542
"Dismantling The Republic" is Jerry's Ebook that was also published in print form. This book is a chronicle of the incremental attacks on state sovereignty from the 1700s to the present. The principal figures responsible for dismantling the American republic and how they achieved that are identified. It delineates the specific issues that gave rise to the Tea Party Movement and concludes with a difficult, but feasible, solution to restoring the republic of 1787.
One day Americans woke up, surveyed the wrecked landscape of their government, and saw that something was terribly wrong. Without knowing what had happened or how it happened they said, "Let's take back our country," unaware that the country they wanted to "take back" no longer exists.
"What happened to our Republic?" "How did it happen?" "When did it happen?" "Who's responsible for it happening?" and "Can anything be done about it?" are answered in "Dismantling The Republic." The answers will shock those who have imbibed a revisionist and politically correct history of the American Republic, believing it was a "democracy." They will learn that "democracy" was repugnant to the Founding Fathers and the Republic of 1787 ceased to exist a century and a half ago.
The ideas in "Dismantling The Republic" may be called "radical," but they are in good company. The British applied that same derisive pejorative to men like Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and Benjamin Franklin, the same men who gave us the Republic in 1787.
This book may be purchased for $3.99 and may be downloaded at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/126248#longdescr
A digital reader is required to read these books in the electronic form.
Here’s the link to download a free digital reader.
|Posted by: Stan Harris
on Mar 20 2012 03:26|
While I have worked on this family tree, one location appears to have shown up more than any other place. That location is Edom, Van Zandt county, Texas. Of the 150 residents in the 1890's, I think that all of them must have been relatives. The following is from the Edon website at edomtexas.com:
EDOM, TEXAS. Edom, at the crossing of Farm roads 279, 314, and 2339, sixteen miles southeast of Canton in southeast Van Zandt County, is the third oldest town in the county. It was first established several miles from its present site in 1849 and organized as a post office called Hamburg in 1852. In 1855 the post office moved one mile south of the present townsite. There it was renamed Edom for the name given to Esau in the book of Genesis. Local saloons filled with lumberjacks, freighters, and traders as the community became a stopover on the Porter's Bluff and Tyler Road. Sometime later the town was moved again to its present location. By 1860 it had a Baptist church, a Methodist church, a hotel, a Masonic lodge, a sawmill, a tanyard, a wagon factory, and a boot, shoe, and saddle shop. The Edom schools, which opened in 1866 with children of former Indian captive Cynthia Parker in attendance, enrolled 130 pupils in 1904. By 1876 a Grange was formed, and local farmers responded to worsening 1880s farm prices by forming a chapter of the Farmers' Alliance at nearby Red Hill on November 20, 1885. By 1914 the town had a cotton gin and four general stores. Railroad service failed to reach Edom, yet its population grew from 150 in the 1890s to between 200 and 300, where it remained from the 1920s to the present. Edom was an independent school district until 1966, when it was consolidated with Van. Artisans in pottery, silver jewelry, glassware, macrame, and leather crafts who settled in the town in the 1960s began Edom's annual arts and crafts fair in 1972. The community was incorporated in 1966 with 300 residents but lost its post office in 1976. In 1988 Edom had three businesses, the frontier Red Hill cemetery at or near the townsite, and an estimated 277 inhabitants. The population was 300 in 1990.
|Posted by: Stan Harris
on Mar 20 2012 03:12|
Girlie Jack Boyd meets Samuel Benton Harris
On January 17, 1943, while completing a very hard fought campaign at Guadalcanal in the South Pacific, Benton received the sad news that his father, Edward E Harris had passed away. It took about 2 months after his father’s passing for the message to reach him.
Having come home on leave to mourn his father, he met Jackie, a cute little 17 year old redhead, working the soda fountain in Neil Simpson’s local drug store, in Tyler Texas. She had just graduated from Van High School, and moved from her hometown of Edom to Tyler. Jackie worked and roomed with her future sister-in-law Ginny who she would introduce to her big brother Moral Boyd.
It was around Mothers’ Day in May 1943, when Benton came into the drug store. Jackie asks him if he want to buy a box of candy for his wife. His answer was no wife, so she said how about your girlfriend, again no girlfriend, and then final how about your mother, he said ok, I’ll be back for it. Over a week would pass before Benton finally returned to the store for that candy box. Jackie teased him about having sold the last box of candy and played mad because it took him so long to return.
With the ice broken, Benton called Jackie a few days later and asked for a date. Benton was staying with his older brother, Morgan., who had a two month old son name Edward Benton. Jackie heard crying on his end of the phone, and stated that she didn’t go out with married men. Finally convinced that he was staying with his brother, they made a date. Their first date was a double date with Benton’s best friend Melvin Jones and his future wife Polly. They went to see STORMY WEATHER, staring Lena Horne.
In September 1943, Benton’s leave was over and he transferred to Corpus Christi Texas. He then went back to active duty aboard the USS Takanis Bay station at San Diego CA. He and Jackie corresponded by mail. On October 30, 1943, Benton’s letter to Jackie professed his love for her. Their correspondences would continue and in October 1944 Benton proposed.
From Houston, Jackie took a train at the young age of eighteen years, alone to San Diego. Jackie had never been out of Texas, She mistakenly boarded the wrong train heading to Los Angeles instead of San Diego. A soldier sits by her tries to get her to dump Benton, and marry him. Her answer was, “no thanks”.
Jackie was very stressed about being on the wrong train. The conductor informed her that she was on the wrong train, and it would cost her an additional $120. Jackie replied, “You might as well stop the train, and let me off now”. Luckily, he was just joking and helped her to the San Diego train. The San Diego train was close to leaving, Jackie was very tired by now and her suitcase was getting heavy. She was on the train platform with her suitcase at her feet, when a sailor appeared from behind and while running scooped up her suitcase, and said, “Hurry Follow me!” They jump on the train, and she never saw him again.
Having taken the wrong train delayed Jackie’s arrival until the next morning. Her long delay caused Benton much anxiety and he thought she had gotten cold feet. By the time she got to San Diego, Benton was back out to sea, so she sent a wire. He had a room reserve for her at the YWCA. They were married three days later November 13, 1944 at the First Methodist Church. The church no longer exist. Jackie and Benton were married 57 years, dad passed in 2001, he has been greatly missed.