Showing posts with label ancestry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ancestry. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

The Stigma Against Young Genealogists



When people try and tell me there isn't a stigma or some type of vendetta against young genealogists -- I roll my eyes every time. Here's a great case to show that there absolutely is a stigma against those who do genealogy and are under the age of.. well, let's shoot for about 50 years old. 

Now, as Daniel did, I'd like to point out that americanancestors dot ORG is the NEHGS and this IS NOT their blog. This is americanancestors dot INFO. But whoever created this blog absolutely infringed upon NEHGS and wanted their blog to be "credible" and "believable" and get a higher number of readers. Absolutely intentional. 

Look, I'm woman enough to admit that as a young genealogist, I've made some mistakes. In my own tree, when I was younger, I chased whatever lead I could find. I was a teenager. I didn't know any better. I thought anyone older than me and who had researched longer than me must have known everything....and they didn't know jack squat. 

When DNA became available for me, that helped me fix A LOT in my tree. Like a whole lot. I hadn't gone down many wrong branches but, I had a lot of stump ancestors it helped me get past. 

I'm even woman enough to admit that I've chased the wrong lines in a clients tree before. Especially if it's a super common name like Smith, Johnson, etc. I mean, in one given area, do you know how many John Smith's or Bill Johnson's there are? It's insane at times! 

But not every young genealogist is in it as a "money grab" and doesn't know what the hell they're doing. There is a stigma in ANY profession that if you don't have a fancy $$$ degree or certifications that cost a bunch of $$$ then you don't know what you're doing. 

I have proved a lot of those fancy $$$ certificate holders wrong over the years. I have proved a lot of "I've been doing genealogy for 50 years" people wrong. I have disproved family Bibles. I have disproved personal family history books written in the 1960's and 1970's. 

Genealogists work with something called the G P S. Genealogy Proof Standard. The GPS talks to you all about how as a genealogist, you can make an educated guess/theory based on all the evidence you've found. That's something I've used for years to help me with Joel Gibson and his descendants. Guess what? I finally found court documents to back up my GPS theories about Joel. Theories I made when I was a teenager. Stick that in the ol' pipe and smoke it. 

This blog was clearly written by someone I'd say over the age of 60 and they have been put to shame by a young, business, local, amateur genealogist. Sorry, but I'm not sorry you got your booty whipped by someone younger than you that you probably called a 'whipper snapper,' when they did it, lmao. 

There is a stigma in today's society that the only way someone can think "they know what they're about" with you is if you have a $$$ degree or $$$$$$ certifications. That simply isn't true. It's like schools today pushing kids to get a $100,000 degree from a 4-year-university and then only end up maxing out with a $18/hr job, whereas they could forego a university and go to a trade school and top out at much higher than that, without all the debt a university leaves you with. 

I wasn't born with a silver spoon. I don't have the $$$ to convert my religion and attend BYU for a fancy bachelors, then masters, then perhaps doctorate degree in genealogy or family history. I desperately wish I did. That said, I sure ain't willing to put myself in debt or my Dad in debt begging for the money to go to a prestigious university for that $$$ degree. Genealogy is the one and only thing that would EVER tempt me enough to go back to school. You're talking to a woman who doesn't even have a G.E.D. because, I'm doing just fine without it. 

I also don't have the luxury, time, or money to do a certification right now in life. Maybe when I'm older and have a bit more time, money, and luxury on my hands to be certified through the AGS or BCG, I will.. but for now. I'm making due. 

I've been at this for 21 years. I started at 7 years old in the genealogy department of HCPL. I learned how to do research the old way. Sure, by 2000, HCPL's genealogy department was a far cry more updated than it was in 1970 I have no doubt. But I learned without a computer. 

Does a computer help with genealogy now? Absolutely. Especially in C19 era. Has Ancestry, FamilySearch, and other websites been a huge help to genealogists, professional or enthusiast? Absolutely! People get mad at us "technologically savvy" genealogists but hey, we've discredited work done 50+ years ago because we now have hard documents to look at thanks to Ancestry and the like. 

We can now, sitting in our kitchen chair in the United States, look at documents scanned in on Ancestry from Germany, Russia, and the like. We don't have to travel places anymore to get what we need. Does traveling help and is it fun? Absolutely. But traveling to these courthouses that are 1,000 miles away... with gas almost $3.00/gal is NOT something you have to do. In today's age, you can call a courthouse or funeral home or cemetery office those 1,000 miles away and within a week, someone will fax you or email you a copy of the document you requested. 

That does NOT make me any less of a genealogist. Doing a binder for $210 instead of $3,000 doesn't make me any less of a genealogist. Working with DNA for $100 instead of $1,000 doesn't make me any less of a genealogist. I'm a small business owner and I know for a fact, I'd have never sold a single binder yet if I'd have started them at $3,000. But I'm enough of an educated woman to know at $210, I'm not turning a profit. That's why at the start of the year, my prices will go up again on everything. I know my worth. You don't get to determine that for me. A piece of paper from a college or certification board doesn't determine that for me. 

My happy clients, my success in finding biological families for almost a dozen people now... that is what determines my success. 

*mic drop*

Sunday, November 14, 2021

52 Ancestors 2021: Week 31: Favorite Name(s)

 I've been working on my family tree for a long, long time -- twenty-one years now. I've come across a lot of interesting names of direct ancestors and some neat ones in collateral lines as well. The topic for this week (Week 31) is "Favorite Name" or in my case... "Favorite Name(s)." 

I could probably go all out and include names of distant cousins that are a favorite of mine, but, I think I'll just stick to direct ancestors for this. Of course, with each name, I'm going to give you a little biography about that said ancestor. I hope you follow along and enjoy. 

Mina Geneva

This is the name of my paternal Grandmother. Unlike the usual pronunciation, her name is MY-NUH, instead of MEE-NUH. The middle name, Geneva, is just like the little town in Henderson County named Geneva. JUH-KNEE-VUH. 


My Grandmother Mina was born on July 5th, 1934, in Wyatt, Mississippi County, Missouri to parents Edward Lee "Doc" Jones and Lorene Gertrude White. Grandma was the eldest of seven children.

Her first marriage was to Donald Lee Hendrix in about 1952 -- shortly after, he went off to fight in the Korean War. I don't believe he was over there very long before he got injured and was brought home. By September 29th, 1954, they became parents of a bouncing baby girl. On December 31st, 1957, they added a little boy to their family. At the time of births of their children, they lived in California. 

Marriage life wasn't bliss for Donald and Grandma... they eventually divorced. Sometime in late 1964 - she met my Granddad Glen. I believe they met in the town he was stationed in the Army -- Hammond, Indiana. By January 30th, 1965, they married in Evansville, IN. 

For them, they welcomed their first child, my father, on August 20th, 1965 - and then a daughter on August 26th, 1967. Both were born while the couple lived in Indiana. By about late 1968 or early 1969, they moved back to Kentucky. For sometime, they lived on the Henderson/Webster county line at a place called "The Tapp Farm" but then eventually bought a farm at the corner of Highway 416 and Upper Delaware Rd in Niagara. 

This is where they were living in 1970/1971 when my Dad met my Mom and Uncle Jay for the first time. Dad and Uncle Jay became immediate best friends and remained so until my Uncle's sudden death on July 5th, 2014 -- what would have been Grandma Mina's 80th birthday. 

Dad bounced around a lot when his parents decided to separate and he's lived in, I jokingly say, probably all of the lower 48 states. But primarily he's lived here in Kentucky, Missouri, and Texas. 

It was here in Henderson where Grandma Mina was living, Woodland Apartments actually, behind where my other set of Grandparents lived, when she drew her last breath on July 10th, 1982 - just five days after turning 48 years old. She died of a massive coronary infarction -- heart attack; and yes, heart problems run rampant in the family. 

My Grandma Mina died almost a full 11 years before I was born. You know they say that you can't miss something you've never had. You know, they say you can't grieve for a person you never met, or never knew, or passed long before you existed.. but I mourn her and grieve her and miss her every single day. Ever since I was little, I've wondered what she would have been like to know in person. 

The closest I've come to that is in my dreams. I've NEVER heard her voice... never. Not on a recording, no video tapes, no cassettes... but I've heard her and spoke with her in my dreams. The closest I've come to actually 'meeting' her was using the enhance and animation tools at MyHeritage and the Remini app. 


That little animation might be weird to some people.. might creep some out. It might be morbid to others. For some who actually knew my Grandma, they might say, that it's nothing like her.. but it's my favorite photograph of her (one with my Granddad) and she's just so beautiful... and to see her move around, to look around, and smile.. it's just incredible. The animation tool for still photos reminds me a bit of Harry Potter and how pictures can move. Like the photos of Harry's parents - Lily and James. They died when he was just a toddler.. The moving photographs, in a way, make me feel like the person isn't really gone. That they're still here, living in everything we write about them, say about them, talk about them, etc. 

Glynda Jane

My maternal Grandmother's name has always been ever bit as beautiful to me as my other Grandmother's. I love the unique spelling of Grandma's name - even though it's still pronounced GLEN-DUH. Her middle name, Jane, whether she had realized it or not until she was much older, came from her Grandmother's middle name, Janella. 




Grandma Glynda was born on Friday, June 13th, 1941, at a house that's no longer standing on Letcher St. here in Henderson. She was delivered by Dr. Walter O'Nan, the father of Dr. William O'Nan, who delivered me. Grandma was the fourth born child of Henry Lloyd Sandefur and Anna Elizabeth Thompson. In all, they reared six children. 

She primarily lived out in Niagara for most her young life and graduated from Henderson County High School, Class of 1959. Right after graduating, she moved for a year up to Chicago, IL, to live with her eldest sister, Carolyn. She ultimately returned home to Henderson - the Chicago life just wasn't what Grandma wanted after all. 

I believe my Grandparents met at the bowling alley through mutual friends -- little did they know at the time, they were third cousins. Fate eventually took its course and they were wed on March 31st, 1962, at Bellfield Baptist Church out in Anthoston. 

They had two children -- Mom on January 8th, 1963, and Uncle Jay on January 11th, 1965. They lived out in the Niagara area until finally moving to town in I believe 1976. 

Employment wise, Grandma did a little bit of everything when it came to bookkeeping, secretarial style work. The last job she worked was bookkeeping for Dodge Store and she retired in February of 2010 I believe. Sometimes I wonder if that's what slipped her into this sickness was stopping working and losing her 'routine' so to speak. 

I could type out the Lifetime movie or New York Times bestselling novel that needs to be told about the whole kidnapping and wrong-doing of my family involving my Grandma's heartless, no-good younger siblings but.. I'll refrain. 

My Grandma Glynda was my best friend.. she tried her best to make up for the fact that my other Grandma, Mina, was already deceased. In fact, they'd been friends with one another for a small time - their sons being best friends and all. I always wondered what Grandma Mina would think about sharing a Granddaughter with Grandma Glynda.. Now I guess they're in heaven together and Grandma Glynda is filling Grandma Mina in on everything about my childhood. I have no doubt when I get up there, my Grandma Mina will know me like the back of her hand. 


I miss my Grandma a lot. I played around, too, with her photos on the enhancement and animation features on MyHeritage and Remini app. It's nice to see her smile and come back to life again. Especially at an age that's much younger than I knew her as. 

Grandma was my first genealogy best friend. I'm so, so, so thankful to her for encouraging my love of genealogy and my curiosity to know our family history. I thank her so much for taking me out to the Gibson Cemetery that very first time and letting me soak in the love my ancestors had to give. Without that, I'm not sure the genealogy bug would have ever bitten as hard as it did. 

Janella and Camilla

I've always loved the name of my Great-Great-Grandmother and her twin sister. Mary Janella and Camilla (it's rumored Camilla had a first name as well. They, perhaps, might have both been named Mary as a first name) were born on October 20th, 1882, the twin daughters of Henry Oliver Nally and Vandalia Delia "Vannie" Gibson. 

They were the second and third children of seven -- the last two being another set of twins. Twins run in the Nally or the Gibson... or perhaps both families. It seems all my Catholic last names - even Thompson and Mattingly - are known for twins... but the Nally's especially so. 


Janella and Camilla married brothers -- John Rowan and Samuel "Sam" Thompson. Janella and John R. married on October 28th, 1902, in Henderson County - likely at Holy Name of Jesus Catholic Church. I know on July 1st, 1903, she was 'baptized' in Holy Name of Jesus Catholic Church... so perhaps they married elsewhere and she converted to Catholicism. The Gibson's were not Catholic but the Nally's generally were. 

Janella and John reared eight children, one of which was my Great-Grandmother, Anna Elizabeth. When Janella was a child, they lived more in the Corydon area (typical of Gibson's) but after she and John married, they moved towards Smith Mills. My Great-Grandma, Anna, attended and possibly graduated Smith Mills High. 

Later in life, John and Janella bought land out in Niagara. Matter of fact, oil was found on their land and they became quite wealthy from it. They sold a portion of land for the new Niagara Elementary School that still exists today - they lived next door. The house, unfortunately, was torn down sometime in the 1990's. 

After John's death in 1959, Janella continued living in the house with her son T. Stron and her daughter, Margaret "Milka." Milka suffered from St. Vitus Dance in which she got from having strep throat as a child that went untreated. Milka passed in 1964, then it was just Janella and Stron living together in the old house. It never had indoor plumbing (shocking, I know.) 

By 1970, they had moved Janella to the old Medco rest home here in Henderson and she passed away on December 29th, 1972, at the age of 90. She outlived her twin sister, Camilla, by just over ten years. 


Of course, I had to enhance and animate the old photograph of Janella and Camilla from 1898 -- they were only sixteen years old when the portrait was taken. Seeing my Great-Great-Grandmother come alive again after 49 years gone. In 2022, she would be 140 years old. Hard to imagine, right? Oh what I wouldn't give to talk with her and learn what her entire life was like, especially her childhood. 

DeAnn "Ann" Conger

My 5x Great-Grandmother DeAnn "Ann" Conger was a surprise to me when I was able to get a bit further back on my Grandma Mina's side of the tree. Her name is interesting to me because MY middle name is DeeAnn. It's said that her name might have possibly be Cynthia DeAnn, and I know she also went by "Anny" on her marriage record. 

She was the daughter of John Conger and Sarah Dorris, at least, I think so anyway. She was certainly born in Indiana about 1803. On December 10th, 1825, in Clay County, Illinois, she married Levi C. Jordan. She was his second wife and I have DNA matches coming through both their marriage and his first one. (Actually the most descendants through the first one, to be honest.) 

Levi died sometime between 1840 and 1850 - likely in St. Francois County, MO or Madison County. In the 1850 census, DeAnn is living with her youngest children in Madison County, MO. By 1860, she's living with her youngest daughter, Esther Jane and her family, in St. Francois County. I believe DeAnn died between 1860 and 1870. 

It is unknown where either of them are buried. Levi C. Jordan fought in the War of 1812 - he was about 20 years old at the time. The Jordan's were rather well known, or at least the sons of Levi Jordan.. read up on Fort Jordan in Illinois sometime. That's my family. 


I descend through a female line -- Louisa Jordan who married Henry Tucker. But the Jordan boys are very fascinating to learn about. 

Jordan's Fort History

Unfortunately, there are no pictures existing of DeAnn. There is one on Ancestry of Levi Jordan, but I'm not 100% sold that it's him. 

Mary Olive Oatman "Ollie" Raley

The name of my 3x Great-Grandmother always struck me as interesting. I could have understood her name being Mary Olive, but the Olive Oatman part had me stumped for a many years. Her mother's maiden name certainly wasn't Oatman and I had no idea where it came from. 

That was, until I watched the show Hell on Wheels on AMC and learned a character on the show was based on Olive Oatman... I was stunned. This absolutely had to be the character in history that my Ollie Raley was named after. 


The real Olive Oatman was born in 1837 - my Ollie was born February 3rd, 1864; she was the daughter of George Washington Raley and Mary Francis Martin. The Raley's were of Catholic religion but I'm not sure the Martin's were. 

I believe that it was the book "Life Among the Indians" that one of Ollie's parents must have read that led them to naming their daughter after Olive Oatman. Matter of fact, Olive Oatman and her brother went around the country on a book tour with the author of the book.. for all I know, George Raley or Mary Martin might have actually MET the real Olive Oatman. 

Anyway -- my ancestor, Ollie, was one of at least ten children (I might be missing some infants that died young.) On October 8th, 1883, at Sacred Heart Church in Saint Vincent, Union County, KY, she married Samuel "Sam" Blandford. They were in the presence of Joseph Alvey and Alice Blandford. 

Ollie and Sam became the parents of at least eight children - one of which being my 2x Grandfather, Martin Allen Blanford. 

Ollie was said to have died at 42 years old on June 16th, 1906... I have, however, found no proof of this. She is also believed to be buried in Sacred Heart Cemetery/Saint Vincent Cemetery. Her husband, Sam, who died ten years later, is also buried here...as are a number of their descendants. 

I have yet to find any type of death ledger or obituary for Ollie. I need to go to the actual church and see if they have a burial record for her. I do know, absolutely, she died between 1903-1910. I do believe she lived all of her life between Waverly and Morganfield in Union County (between those two cities is the general vicinity of Saint Vincent.) 

Unfortunately, I have no photographs of Sam Blandford or Ollie. I know after Ollie's passing, he remarried to Minnie Mullins and had a few more children. Sadly, after Sam's passing, Minnie's life got hard for quite a while. She got behind in money and payments and was evicted from her home at one time or another. Very sad. 

Sevilla Catherine French

My 4x Grandmother, Sevilla Catherine French, has always had an interesting first name in my opinion. Sevilla.. it's also spelled Cevilla or Civilla a few times but the most often it's spelled Sevilla. I assume it's pronounced SUH-VILL-UH. 

She was born on May 8th, 1836, in Union County, Kentucky, to Joseph French and Priscilla Bowles. I believe she was one of about six children - possibly more. The French's and the Bowles' were well known Catholic families. 

On December 2nd, 1856, in Union County, Kentucky, (likely in Saint Vincent or Saint Peter's Church) she married William Henry "Joe" McBride. In the 1900 census - she reports they've had 10 children and only 4 are living. One of those four was my 3x Grandmother - Matilda Catherine (McBride) Nally. 

It appears Sevilla lived all of her life in Union County and ultimately died likely in the Waverly area, supposedly, on July 26th, 1908. Again, I've found no death ledger entry, no tombstone in the cemetery, and no obituary. She's said to be buried in St. Peter's Cemetery in Waverly. I've been there and I found no tombstone for she or her husband, Joe, who died after her in 1917. 

Unfortunately, once more, I have no photographs of Joe McBride or Sevilla (French) McBride. There is an old photograph that I've seen, but do not have access to now, of my 3x Grandparents - Thomas Sidney Nally and Matilda Catherine McBride. I'd love to have a copy of that but I don't know who to go through to get it. 

Mary Philapine Lawrey

My 3x Grandmother and her entire family has plagued me as a bit of a mysterious enigma for a many years until DNA testing came along. With my DNA, I was able to unravel a bit of it, but with my Mom's DNA, I was able to unravel a bit more. 

I always thought her middle name being Philapine (or a similar spelling to that) was interesting and possibly could have been a family name. I knew already that her parents names were Robert Lawrey and Elizabeth Hill... but their parents, well, that's where the mystery was. 

The last name Lawrey could be spelled A MILLION different ways including: Lawery, Lowrey, Lowery, Lowry, Lawry, Laurie, Laughary, and more. I pieced together through censuses and DNA that Mary Philapine had at least eight siblings. In the 1900 census, Elizabeth (Hill) Lawrey says she has birthed 10 children and only 4 survive. My 3x Grandmother I do not believe was one of those. 

Mary Philapine Lawrey married Benjamin Hardin LaRue on September 3rd, 1867, in Henderson County, KY. They were not Catholic - I don't believe anyway. I know the original LaRue's were French Huguenots. I'm unsure of the Lawrey religion. 

I believe Ben and Mary had at least eleven children but the real number, honestly, has been lost to history. Among their children was my 2x Grandfather - Charles Clarence LaRue. At one time, Charles had his daughter, my Great-Grandmother, Lorene, write into a newspaper for information on his father's side of the family. Apparently once Ben LaRue's parents passed away and he moved away from the area he was raised - he no longer spoke about his family... not his brothers or sisters or their children, so Dad LaRue (my 2x Grandfather) was completely clueless of his LaRue origins. 

The Lawrey's however lived here in Henderson and Evansville, so I believe he probably knew at least a few of them, but probably not all of them. I believe Mary Philapine died sometime between 1880 and 1900, because her husband Benjamin is absolutely widowed by the 1900 census. It is said he died in 1901. It's also said that they are both buried, unmarked, in the Smith Mills Cemetery. This very well could be. I would imagine they're very close to where their son, my 2x Grandfather, is buried with his wife. There is absolutely room there for an unmarked burial. Perhaps they do have a tombstone and it's just not been found/recovered. 

The Lawrey line still remains a bit of an enigma to me, but I've pieced together that I believe my 6x Grandparents might have been John Patrick Lowry III and Dorcas Montgomery. I have DNA matches through them so.. it's a possibility. 

As for where the Philapine name came from... I finally came across Elizabeth (Hill) Lawrey's death certificate. She died in Evansville on February 24th, 1916.. On her death certificate it gives her parents names as John Hill and Philipine Stanfield. The Hill line stumps for me there, but I do believe Philipine was the daughter of Thomas Stanfield and Elizabeth Michaels. Why? Because Thomas' parents were John Stanfield and Phillippina Jones... you guessed it, it's a family name, and I DO have DNA matches through them -- well, Mom does anyway, as they'd be my 7x Grandparents. 

I hope with more time and as more people DNA test, I can get a much clearer idea of my Lawrey, Hill, and Stanfield lines. I wish with time that I could get to know a bit more about Ben LaRue and Mary Philapine Lawrey. There's a number of photographs of their children that appear to have been taken at a studio in about 1900. If they were truly taken in 1900 - Ben would have still been living, but perhaps, he felt like he was too old to be photographed. 

No photographs exist of Ben or Mary - but there is a photograph of Elizabeth (Hill) Lawrey with her son and his family. I'm extremely grateful to have that photo. 

Susannah "Susan" Schweitzer

The first name isn't the favorite here - it's the last name. For a long time, I believed my 4x Grandparents were John Byrd and a Susan Sweilzer - that's what all the family trees on Ancestry had. It wasn't until I was really able to sit down and dig, get better at genealogy, and do some DNA until I realized the last name is actually SCHWEITZER. 

The last name is commonly misspelled as Sweilzer, Switzer, and countless others. I knew the Byrd's hailed from Posey County, Indiana, but I wasn't sure of where Susan came from until I looked at censuses. They consistently listed her place of birth as Pennsylvania. Wow. How'd she end up in Posey County, IN? 

I finally came across her death certificate from July 5th, 1902, and learned she was 100 years old. It did confirm she was born in Pennsylvania. It also confirmed the spelling of the last name for me -- Schweitzer, not Sweilzer. That helped a lot. 

The first appearance of Susan that I had was that she married John Byrd in Posey County on March 12th, 1831. They had at least seven children, one of them being my 3x Grandfather, John Byrd. I looked at censuses to see if any other Schweitzer's lived near them and hit a dead end. I turned to DNA and looking into if any other Schweitzer's married in Posey County relatively close to 1831 that could point towards being a sibling to Susan. 

Sure enough, a sister Mary "Polly" Schweitzer married Samuel Davis in Posey Co, on March 24th, 1830. Polly's birth place in census is Ohio. So this is starting to make a little sense that perhaps the Schweitzer family migrated from Pennsylvania to Ohio then to Indiana. 

My best information came from something I found in the newspaper once I finally had a Genealogy Bank subscription. 


"Came to this county early in the last century with her husband, one of the pioneers of Posey County. She was from Pennsylvania and her ancestors were prominent in that state in the days of William Penn." I was absolutely FLOORED! So my family were PIONEERS of Posey County, IN? Wow. 

I started scouring mine and especially Mom's DNA matches for Schweitzer's or any variation. I kept hitting the same Schweitzer family from Berks County, Pennsylvania. So I was determined I had to be a descendant of one of their children - the couple being Peter Schweitzer and his wife, Elizabeth Heffelfinger. I had Schweitzer DNA matches AND Heffelfinger DNA matches to my surprise so... one of their sons HAS to be the father. 

I finally researched enough to realize it was Jacob Schweitzer who was their son and had married Elisabeth Hoke, and they'd moved from Berks County, Pennsylvania to Columbiana County, Ohio. Jacob and Elisabeth lived in the 1840's. I'm unsure why their two daughters went into Indiana unless they went to Posey County travelling with friends, other family, with their church/religion.. I don't know. I know my Byrd's didn't come out of Ohio so I highly doubt Susan Schweitzer met John Byrd BEFORE coming to Posey County. I'd love to know how they met. I'd love to ask her why she came to Posey County with her sister, Polly. 

It does seem that some other Schweitzer's came to the Evansville area - they eventually changed the spelling to just plain Switzer. Several are buried in Evansville's more predominantly German cemeteries/areas of cemeteries. They absolutely have to be related to Susan Schweitzer Byrd in one way or another -- probably distant cousins. Evansville and the surrounding area (like Gibson County and the like) attracted lots of German immigrants. That said - I don't believe my Byrd's hailed from Germany. I believe Byrd is an English surname. 

Susan was buried in the Mount Pleasant Baptist Cemetery in Mt. Vernon, Posey County, Indiana. If she's buried there - I feel her husband is likely there as well, unless he's buried out on the old family farm or something such as that. 

I really wish an old photograph existed of Susan.. I know the Byrd's were big on family reunions and photographs and the like. But I guess it didn't start until Susan's children and grandchildren. 

Although John and Susan only had at least seven children -- they had many, many grandchildren and by extension, even more Great and Great-Great and so forth Grandchildren. Their descendants populate Posey County and even Henderson County today. 

Shilo Watson

I think we can all say we love the name 'Shilo', mainly because of the dog, Shiloh, from the 1996 film. I loved it even more when I learned I had an ancestor with the name - even if she was a bit of a mystery. 

For many years, I believed Shilo most likely was a daughter of John Tarlton Watson and Betsy English. They have MANY Watson children and many descendants in Henderson County, today... but after my Mom and I did our DNA, things just weren't adding up with her being their child. 

I had many Copeland DNA matches and with time, I came to realize, Shilo was the daughter of Thomas Watson and Rebecca Copeland. She was born in about 1814 in Henderson County, KY. I believe she was the first child of her parents who married here August 5th, 1813. Funny enough, she has a brother named Tarlton, and in fact, it could be a twin brother as his estimated birth year, too, is 1814. 

She had at least ten siblings and it appears her mother had children from the years 1814 through at least 1840. That's QUITE a span of age of the children. For some reason, it appears, that Thomas Watson and Rebecca Copeland left the Henderson area and moved to Graves County, KY, by 1840. Thomas was widowed between 1850-1860. 

I have many DNA matches through Rebecca's parents - Abel Copeland and Sarah Berry. However - Thomas' father is meant to be Peter Watson, born 1764. I believe this is the same Peter Watson that appears in the Henderson County census in 1810. The age is given "45 and over." Peter likely died here between 1810-1820. 

Going back to John Tarlton Watson - he was the son of Robert Watson, born 1757. I ponder if he was a brother of my Peter Watson, born 1764. I know my Peter hailed from North Carolina, and I believe John Tarlton's father, Robert, might have as well. At the very least, Virginia.. and back in those days, Virginia and North Carolina, the difference between the two was quite fickle. Families hopped across the border of the two states for decades and decades. 

Anyway - back to Shilo and her life. On December 20th, 1831, in Henderson County, KY, she married widower Charles Tandy Sandefur. Sometime between I believe 1840 and 1850, the family moved from Henderson County, KY to Hoodsville, Jefferson County, Arkansas. Hoodsville ONLY existed in the 1850 census. It got a post office that year, and its post office was discontinued later that year. Hoodsville is located in Jefferson County, Arkansas, which the county seat of that county is Pine Bluff. 

Now, family legend says that Shilo and Charles both passed away during an accident that occurred while the family was moving back from Hoodsville, AR to Henderson, KY. Supposedly that accident took place on August 23rd, 1852. We know they had at least ten children - one of which being my 3x Grandfather, Philo Hilyer Sandefur. 

I ponder if Philo was named after his mother in a way, her name being Shilo. Their youngest son was named John and he was born in 1850 -- and he, if he was in that accident, survived and didn't die until 1901. Their youngest daughter, born 1847, didn't die until 1874. 

One thing is for sure, Shilo and Charles both disappear between 1850 and 1860, whether they died in an accident between AR and KY or not. One thing is certain: between his two wives, the first being Martha Robards and the second being Shilo Watson -- Charles Tandy Sandefur is the forefather of ALL Sandefur's in Henderson County and the surrounding area today. The man had at least fifteen or sixteen cildren total. 

In the 1850 census, their last name is given as "Stanifer." I have found in my DNA matches that Sandefur can be spelled many different ways - including Stanifer, Standifur, Sandford, etc. 

Once again, like with many of my other ancestors -- no photographs exist.. and sadly, no known burial location exists either. If they truly died in an accident on the road between Hoodsville, AR, and Henderson, KY... somewhere along the journey... then they're likely buried off the side of the road somewhere, or in that area's pauper graveyard. Sad.. but likely true. 

Susan Rebecca Jarrett

Again, this one isn't so much a favorite name or a favorite last name even as much as it is a favorite ancestor in general. Because of Susan Rebecca (Jarrett) Sandefur, I can say I'm related to someone who, might be a controversial figure in history but.. in my eyes, an amazing historical figure -- the outlaw John Jarrett. 

Susan Rebecca was born on April 14th, 1841 in likely Jefferson County, Kentucky. She was the daughter of Joshua Jarrett and his second wife, Martha Ann Washburn, who married in that county on March 29th, 1840. 

Joshua had already been married once previous - Mary Elizabeth Dawson on August 11th, 1828, in Nelson County, KY. Together they had at least two sons, Ben, who I believe died young, and then the outlaw, John Marion Jarrett. 

With Martha, it appears they only had one daughter - my 3x Grandmother, Susan. Martha apparently died about two years later, quite possibly in childbirth. Joshua married for the third time after moving to Henderson County, KY, to the widow Julia Harvey (Cheaney) Brooks. 

In the 1850 census, Julia is widowed and has Susan in her household. Joshua apparently died in 1849 here in Henderson County. Susan went on to marry Philo Hilyer Sandefur on February 3rd, 1860, here in Henderson County. In 1862, Philo and Susan go to court and fight Julia for things of Joshua's and some inheritance money it appears. All I could find about it is "P.H. Sandefur vs. Julia H. Priest, administrator of Joshua H. Jarrett, December 1862. No.12587 #209A." 

If I had to take a guess -- I'm going to imagine that Joshua left Julia some things in his will that were only allowed to go to her if she never married again. I've seen many wills worded that way - "I leave this to my widow for as long as she doesn't remarry." Well, Julia re-married to a Priest in 1850. I imagine that made things she received when Joshua died in 1849 null and void. 

Also, it's very possible that Susan only being shy of 9 years old when her father died and Julia being the step-mother, she might have pulled some type of 'Cinderella' act on her and kept her inheritance from her. 

Susan and Philo went on to have, recorded by Susan in 1900, nine children and six of them were still living. Her half-brother, John Jarrett, ended up moving to Missouri "with an Uncle of his" which had to be on his Dawson side, not the Jarrett side, and married Josephine Younger... yes, the sister of the Younger's of the "Younger-James Gang." 

It was always rumored that Jesse James came to Henderson County at one point and hid out at a cave in Robards, KY. You know, I always wondered why. Why come to Henderson? They didn't rob any banks here. The nearest robbery was Russellville, KY. Well, I believe I solved why they came here. It was because of John Jarrett having a half-sister here. 

They might not have shacked up at the Sandefur's house, but I imagine that Susan had a soft spot for her half-brother and she probably helped feed and clothe them, and possibly hide their whereabouts. I'm not even sure historians ever made a connection between John Jarrett and any family here, to be honest with you. 

In fact, it was never known he was here until I came across the marriage license of his daughter, Rosella Edwards Jarrett... she states she was born in Henderson, KY on February 6th, 1875. I don't know just how long they were here... but they were absolutely here. In the 1870 census, the family had "faked their death and left Missouri" a few years prior and ended up in Louisiana. By 1876, they're in California. San Mateo to be exact. 

The Russellville, KY robbery happened on March 20th, 1868 and it is believed John was with them when that robbery took place. I believe it was after this that he "faked his death" in that housefire in Missouri, and then afterward fled to Louisiana. After the heat died down a bit, so to speak, he came to Henderson and had Rosella in 1875. Then headed west. 

John's life and story is a sad one. His wife died. His son I believe died young. And by the time he died in 1906, his daughters wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. John died only nine months after his half-sister Susan, who died here in Henderson on July 16th, 1905. 

Until I made the connection with DNA and records - I'm not sure any other Sandefur descendant had ever made the connection between Susan and John. Hell, most historians to this day firmly believe he and his family died in a housefire in Missouri. Then other historians believe he died in California in the 1890's. Again, he faked his death and fled the area after undoubtedly getting in trouble again. He followed his daughters up to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. 

I'm unsure if Susan ever heard from John again after Rosella's birth in Henderson in 1875. I wonder if she truly believe he died in the mountains of California in the 1890's.. I wonder if John knew his half-sister died nine months before himself. I wish I could talk to them. 


Susan, it appears, was a beautiful lady. I believe, honestly, when I look at her and the known pictures of John Jarrett - that they must resemble the Jarrett side of their family because I see subtle similarities between them. Susan and Philo are laid to rest in Fernwood Cemetery right next door to where I live. I'm proud to call her an ancestor and wish I knew more about the story of her parents - Joshua and Martha, and especially more about her mysterious outlaw brother, John. 

The Jarrett's were a tough family to figure out via DNA.. it took a lot of work with Mom's DNA to finally figure out just who Joshua Jarrett's parents were. He was the son of John Jarrett Sr and Sophia Margaret Plott, from North Carolina. The family migrated to Kentucky slowly but surely. A lot of Joshua's siblings ended up further into western Kentucky than Joshua himself (landing in Henderson County.)

I made the connection of Joshua being their son because I have a many DNA matches through the grandparents -- Daniel Jarrett and Mary Moyer, and Johannes Platz (Plott) and Margaret Seitz. DNA is a wonderful thing for breaking down brick walls. Slowly but surely. 


Last, but certainly not least Vandalia Delia Gibson, and her mother, Mahala Caroline Busby. 

I thought I'd write about them both -- I've written about Vannie a few times previous but, her mother, Mahala Caroline Busby has such a beautiful name as well. So first I'll talk about Mahala and then work into speaking about Vandalia. 

My 4x Grandmother, Mahala Caroline Busby, was born in January of 1820 in Gallatin, Sumner County, Tennessee. She was one of about seven children born to William L. Busby and Elizabeth Denton. Her parents married here on December 28th, 1813, then moved to Tennessee. Her father, William, died there, but Elizabeth returned and died in Henderson County in 1856. She even has a still existing tombstone. That's a topic for another day. (Actually I think I touched on it in the blog I wrote about my direct maternal line.) 

Mahala married John Gregory Gibson on November 1st, 1841, here in Henderson County. They became the parents of at least thirteen children and lived out the rest of their lives in the Cairo/Corydon areas of Henderson County, KY. Both she and John are buried in the Gibson Cemetery and their tombstones are in desperate need of some TLC with D/2. 

Every child of theirs is in Gibson Cemetery too except for Neosha "Noty" who is buried in Fernwood beside of me. John Gregory Gibson remarried to a woman named Elizabeth on March 16th, 1871. She had previously been married to a 'Young.' I am unsure of Elizabeth's maiden name or where her final resting place is. Probably with her first husband, but, possibly Gibson Cemetery. 

Mahala passed away on November 18th, 1868, and John on November 6th, 1890. Without them, my 3x Grandmother, Vandalia, certainly wouldn't exist. It is unknown what either of them died of as death records didn't really exist back then. Maybe at some point I can dig back in old Henderson newspapers and find an obituary for them. 

Vandalia was born on December 21st, 1856, in the Cairo area of Henderson County (honestly the area that's between Corydon and Cairo.) She went on to marry Henry Oliver Nally on January 28th, 1880, in Old Highland Missionary Baptist Church in Morganfield, Union County, KY. See, the Gibson's were not Catholic, whereas the Nally's were. I believe Vandalia probably became Catholic for Henry after their marriage. That was usually fairly customary back then. 

They had seven children - including two sets of twins, which I've already noted further up in this article when I talked about Mary Janella (Nally) Thompson. 

Vandalia lived out her life bouncing between Cairo, Hitesville, Corydon, and then finally the city of Henderson. She became widowed on December 14th, 1925, and she herself passed away on July 5th, 1949. It's amazing that I've NEVER found a photograph of either of them... I desperately want to know what Vandalia looked like. Dying in 1949, there HAS to be an old black and white photo of her somewhere. I just need the right cousin to come forward with it.

The closest to a photo of Vandalia that I can come is a picture of her twin daughters, and one of her sisters. 

Well - there's probably a few other "favorite ancestors" I might could write about tonight but I think I'll draw a close on this already much longer than anticipated blog. Thank you, as always, for reading my coffee fueled ramblings. 

Monday, May 3, 2021

Arthur Leslie Murphy dies in a tragic accidental shooting on Thanksgiving Day 1949.

I came across another sad obituary and death certificate while working on the Murphy/Thomas family tree. 

I know it may seem odd to only share the sad things or the unusual things that I find, but those are usually the events that are most often overlooked and dare I even say "forgotten about" with time. As a genealogist, it's our job to make sure no one is forgotten, and that the tragic events are noted. 

Arthur Leslie Murphy, and his Uncle, John Henry Thurby (only two years older than Arthur) went hunting together on Thanksgiving Day in 1949.. after they came home, tragedy struck. 

Ten year old Arthur was laid to rest at Fairmont Cemetery in Henderson, Henderson County, Kentucky. 






Friday, March 20, 2020

Young Deaths of the Past, and Getting Today's Kids Interested in Genealogy

[[This is "Chapter 2" if you will, of my NaNoWriMo 2019 family history narrative.]]

How do you begin to get a kid interested in their family history? Well, it’s no easy task. I was one of the lucky ones in the fact that I got into it by having a burning question needing to be asked. Other kids — they aren’t that lucky. Most kids don’t show an interest whatsoever in knowing where they come from, let alone who they come from. A lot of kids aren’t even fortunate enough to know a parent, let alone a Grandparent, or more-so a Great-Grandparent. I’ve found a good amount of success in talking a lot about your family history and stories from the past. Growing up, I was always interested in what Grandpa had to say about his childhood, about his parents and Grandparents, and this was long before I had the burning question of “Nana, did you know any of your Great-Grandparents?” 

I grew up listening to my Mom talking about her Great-Grandmother Thompson and her Great-Grandfather LaRue. I think of some of these stories on the daily still and it’s almost been twenty years since I first started hearing them. I talk about my own Great-Grandmother almost daily and she’s been gone for eighteen years now. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long, almost feels like it’s impossible that it’s been that long but… it has been. Soon enough, it’ll be twenty years, and then forty, and so on. Eventually, I might be one of the only ones to remember my Nana S. And just that thought alone makes me want to research as much as I can on my family history. Some of the names of ancestors I find… I might be the first person who’s thought of them in generations. Especially the young children that passed away that were older or younger siblings to one of my ancestors. 

Like my Great-Grandmother’s older sister, for example. Vannie Louise Thompson was born November 24th, 1911, and died on November 19th, 1915, short of her fourth birthday. If it wasn’t for a simple tombstone for Vannie in the Gibson Family Cemetery out in Corydon, which is one of my favorite places in the world, then poor little Vannie may have never been remembered by anyone ever again. Her parents are gone now, and her siblings are long gone. There’s nobody alive that remembers Vannie except for those of us who do family history. There are no pictures of her. All that we know of Vannie is what is on her death certificate that was filled out by her Uncle, Sam Thompson. He listed Vannie’s birth year as about 1910 — she was really born in 1911. 

The date of death was November 19th, 1915. The death occurred in the Smith Mills precinct of the county and that makes sense as that’s where the family had lived for quite sometime. Little Vannie died of membranous croup that lasted for two days before she succumbed to the illness. Her parents were listed as Johnnie Thompson and Jan Ella Nally (actually Janella). She was buried on the very same day she died… probably in hopes that the quick burial would stop the croup from spreading to the other children. 

In the Gibson Cemetery is a small tombstone for Vannie that only states — VANNIE. DAU OF JOHN & JANELLA THOMPSON. 1911-1915.




Vannie’s life was summed up in the space of a dash between 1911 and 1915. It makes me wonder what type of a child was Vannie? Did she have any hobbies at almost four years old? Was she looking forward to her fourth birthday on November 24th? Did she have any favorite toys? Did she have a favorite sibling? At that point she had three brothers and two sisters. What was her relationship like with them? What color hair did she have? What color eyes? Death certificates don’t divulge as much information as I wish they would. There aren’t cemetery records, either, with this type of information, not for a death occurring so long ago and especially not for a small family cemetery out in the rural part of the county. If it wasn’t for family historians like myself, Vannie would have been long forgotten years ago. But thanks to websites like Ancestry and Find-a-Grave, hopefully the memory of Vannie will live on. Albeit I never met her, she will never be forgotten. 

What’s even worse are the infants that never even stood a fighting chance. My Grandpa Jady had two siblings that died at birth — an older sister and a younger brother. The first child of Dick and Lorene Blanford was a stillborn baby in December of 1931. Nobody had known more than that, really, until I ordered off for what is called a stillbirth certificate. My whole life, I grew up hearing Grandpa talk about his eldest sibling having been stillborn and they buried the baby in a shoe box in the Smith Mills Cemetery underneath a large tree. I’ve been to Smith Mills Cemetery numerous times and I have my suspicions which tree he’s talking about, but we’ll never know for sure. I feel like there should be some sort of tombstones or plaque marking her final resting place but, there probably never will be unless I take the initiative to put it there. 

Anyway — when I ordered off for the stillbirth certificate, I learned a lot more about Baby Blanford. She was born and deceased on December 14th, 1931. The certificate states that the mother was about six months along — so the baby was without a doubt premature and died because of this. We’re unsure as to what caused the early birth, it could have just been something as simple as it was her first pregnancy. Perhaps her body just didn’t cooperate with the pregnancy. Most importantly, we learned it was a baby girl. Not much more information was provided. No burial location, but we had already acquired that from family stories. Grandpa said his mother really hated talking about the pregnancies she lost. Especially the first baby girl. 

In 1950, Lorene became pregnant again. By this time, this would have been her tenth pregnancy. On June 16th, 1950, Lorene gave birth to a stillborn baby boy and he was promptly buried at the back of the Saint Louis Catholic Cemetery here in Henderson. Upon the death of Lorene and Dick in 1991 and 1995 respectively, the baby boy was exhumed from the back of the cemetery and moved to the front to be re-interred by his parents. I wish they could have done that with the baby girl they lost in 1931 but, I’m sure they had their reasons as to why they couldn’t. I believe the baby born in 1950 was a full-term birth but, the funny thing is, none of us can find a death or stillbirth certificate for him. There isn’t even a birth index listing for him. It’s like he never existed at all and was a figment of someone’s imagination but — all of the siblings (older than the deceased baby boy) remember their Mom being pregnant. 

The infant boy has a simple tombstone that reads — INFANT SON OF R.J. & LORENE BLANFORD. JUNE 16 1950. 





The life of the stillborn baby boy is summed up in just those few words. But I’m sure his impact was much greater than that. But without family historians like myself, he would be long forgotten about by now as a lot of Grandpa’s siblings have passed, including him. 

Saturday, February 1, 2020

52 Ancestors 2021: Week 1: Beginnings

[[ This is the introduction part of my 2019 NaNoWriMo project. I thought I'd share here with everyone. ]]

((This post is also being used for "Beginnings" challenge in the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks -- Week one, 2021))

Getting Started

Genealogy, for me, started at a happenchance. I was seven years old, the year was 2000, and I had the brilliant question of, “Nana — did you know any of your Great-Grandparents?” You see, my Nana was my Great-Grandmother…and from what I had gathered at that young age, a general consensus was that not many people were fortunate enough to meet their Great-Grandparents. It was "kind of rarity," as my Mom would put it.

I had known another Great-Grandparent when I was very little but by the time I was seven, I didn’t have many vivid memories of him left. My Mom was fortunate enough to meet three of her Great-Grandparents and even a step-Great-Grandmother. She had very vivid memories of two of her Great-Grandparents, especially. My Dad… he hadn’t known any of his Great-Grandparents. He was lucky to just know his Grandparents considering he was always being bounced around, living city to city as he grew up. 


So the burning question of — Nana, did you know any of your Great-Grandparents — my Nana, unfortunately, couldn’t answer the question. She’d been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s just a few years previous and it was definitely taking a toll on her mental state (or rather, whatever it was, was taking a toll on her mental state). So I asked my Grandma, my Nana’s daughter, if she knew if Nana had known any Great-Grandparents… well, she didn’t know. So I asked her, how could we answer the question? Who could we ask who would know? 

Well, I’m not sure who told my Grandma about genealogy - I have the suspicion that it was probably my Great-Uncle Charles, but I could be wrong. My Great-Uncle had done a lot of the Blanford family tree probably twenty years previous so that’s why he comes to mind but it could have been anyone, truthfully. But genealogy is exactly what we took to, to figure out the answer to the question.

We made trips almost everyday to the Henderson County Public Library, up to their genealogy department. The room quickly became one of my favorite places in the world — the smell became one of my favorite smells — the sounds of people shuffling through books, a definite favorite sound. 




We took to census records, birth indexes, marriages, and deaths as well. It didn’t take us too long, maybe a year or so, to figure out that…no, my Great-Grandmother had never met any of her Great-Grandparents. They all died long before she was born. My Grandma even realized she’d known one of her Great-Grandmother’s…but really didn’t have any vivid memories of her, hence why she’d forgotten really ever meeting her.

By this point, though, a year had gone by and my Nana had passed away on October 2nd, 2001, at the age of 85. She was predeceased by her parents, husband, a daughter, and two sons. She left behind three daughters and a passel of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Still living was her elder sister and her younger brother. Numerous nieces, nephews, and cousins too.




I have no doubt that my Grandmother conferred with my Nana's eldest sister about genealogy - but how much information she was able to glean beats me. My Nana's eldest sister was Mary Lilly, and Mary only had one daughter - Noretta. I do believe Grandma was able to get some good family tree information from her. 


Even though Nana was gone, the genealogy bug had without a doubt sunk its teeth deep into me. I was absolutely obsessed with working on my family tree and learning anything and everything I could about each and every ancestor. I worked mainly on my Mom’s side for the first several years because my Dad really didn’t know much about his side of the family and there weren’t many people willing to talk to me about it. Whereas my Mom’s side of the family was very close-knit and my Grandparents knew lots of stuff about their family. Also a plus side— my mother’s father’s side was Catholic and I would soon learn that Catholic’s keep AMAZING records. 

My Dad’s side I was able to piece a little bit together when I was around ten or so years old. My Dad called his Dad’s oldest living sibling - my Great-Aunt Mary - and we were able to go visit her and she gave me some great information on their side of the family. We went out to a couple cemeteries and I got to see the graves of my Great-Grandfather Clint, my Great-Great-Grandparents, French & Lillie, and even my Great-Great-Great-Grandparents, Phylander & Lucy. I felt like a little kid in a candy store… or in a Toys r’ Us at Christmastime. 

Genealogy got a little easier as I got a bit older. I was able to get a paid subscription to Ancestry in 2013 and that unlocked a world of documents and records that my library didn’t have — as Aladdin would say, it was a whole new world…and trust me, I was enamored with genealogy all over again. Thanks to having Missouri records at my fingertips, I was able to get further back on my paternal Grandmother’s line. I broke down a lot of brick-walls, but slowly and surely, things simmered down. 

Until I did my DNA in April of 2018. Doing my DNA helped me breakdown even more brick-walls that I never thought I’d get past. I am definitely going to talk about those over the course of this narrative and the process of how DNA did break those walls down, not just the end results. I plan to also talk more about those initial genealogy hunts in the library, about my success stories in my own family tree, and also my friends’ family trees. I’ve also had a lot of success in working with their DNA and even found some biological family members they didn’t know about along the way. 

So hopefully you all will follow along in my journey and perhaps you’ll end up with the genealogy bug when this is all said and done. One can only hope, ;).