tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85160445872295946882024-02-19T19:28:04.332-05:00Old Stones Undeciphered"Home is where one starts from. As we grow older the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living. Not the intense moment, isolated, with no before and after, but a lifetime burning in every moment. And not the lifetime of one man only, but of old stones that cannot be deciphered." ----- T. S. Eliot, 1888-1965 "Four Quartets, East Coker" (1940)Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.comBlogger388125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-68640806367660370972015-02-04T14:56:00.000-05:002015-02-04T14:57:29.312-05:00Great, Great Grandfather William M. Wallen <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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William M. Wallen (far right), son of Jesse B. and Louisa (Tyree) Wallen, and father of my paternal great grandfather, Oliver Morton Wallen</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Front row (left to right) - Virginia Wallen, Zora Norton (granddaughter),
Mable Norton (granddaughter), Sam Wallen, Virgil Norton (grandson), Louise Wallen * </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;">Back row (left to right) - 2 neighbor ladies not named, Fannie
Wallen, Martha Wallen, Minnie Wallen, Sophia (Thacker) Wallen, William M. Wallen * </span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;">Circa 1908, Wallen-Francisco Cemetery (probably), Wabd, Rockcastle Co., Kentucky.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 10pt;">Grandchildren listed are the children of Euna Ellen (Wallen) Norton who died in July of 1907. At the time of this photo, only Jesse was still living, the last of 9 children by William's first wife Serena. Sophia and the other children in this photo are William's second family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"><i>My thanks to the Lyon family (descendants of William and Sophia) for the many photos passed on to me! I will be forever in your debt!</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="color: #6325ad; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/174/13D14ABCBF79EFA3C3092574E89BF4F2.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></span>Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-30445676157553114172014-01-18T09:32:00.000-05:002014-02-11T11:26:14.645-05:00Jimmy Rizzardi: The Illegitimate Grandfather - Pt. 3<br />
<a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2014/01/jimmy-rizzardi-illegitimate-grandfather_18.html" target="_blank">Continued from part 2...</a><br />
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<b>The rest of
the Rizzardi story: a brief timeline 1922 - 2001<span style="color: #333399;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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In 1922 Louise Rizzardi was living in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Louisville</st1:place></st1:city>. She sold soft
drinks for a few years at 1600 W. Broadway and her boys clerked for her at
times. Her husband was still residing in LaFollette.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In 1926, at the height of the roaring 20s, the
LaFollette Coal, Iron and Rail <st1:place w:st="on">Co.</st1:place> failed and
operations ceased. James Rizzardi changed his profession from coal miner to
furniture store merchant.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In 1927 Jimmy married his second wife, Mildred
Roberta Longmire, daughter of George Emerson and Ida May Smith Longmire.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By 1930 Louise and James were divorced. Louise,
still in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Louisville</st1:place></st1:city>,
took in boarders at <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">534 Jefferson
St.</st1:address></st1:street> under her maiden name Hallet. At the same
time, her son Jimmy, now a salesman for a sporting goods company, and his wife
Roberta were living next door. A year
later Jimmy was listed in the city directory as a salesman for George Rizzardi
Realty at 530 W. <st1:place w:st="on">Jefferson</st1:place>, which was also his
residence. It appears he was no longer living with his wife.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Louise remarried sometime after 1930. Her second husband's
name was J. O. Adams. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In 1931 Jimmy married Maybird Elwina Hoover in
Bradley Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Tennessee</st1:state></st1:place>.
Maybird was the daughter of John Wesley and
Henrietta E. Settlemyre Hoover. It was the first of his three marriages to
Maybird. <o:p></o:p></div>
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On August 30, 1931 Jimmy's father died at the <st1:placetype w:st="on">Fort</st1:placetype> <st1:placename w:st="on">Sanders</st1:placename>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">Hospital</st1:placetype> in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Knoxville</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Tennessee</st1:state></st1:place>.
James "Giacomo" Rizzardi's body was interred the same day as his
death at the St. Boniface Catholic Cemetery in <st1:city w:st="on">Williamsburg</st1:city>,
Whitley Co., <st1:state w:st="on">Kentucky</st1:state>, just a stone's throw over
the state line from <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Jellico</st1:city>,
<st1:state w:st="on">Tennessee</st1:state></st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In 1934 Jimmy married Maybird a second time, this
time in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Jeffersonville</st1:place></st1:city>,
Clark Co., Indiana.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometime between 1935 and 1936 <st1:city w:st="on">Florence</st1:city>
took her 13 year old daughter, Florence Edna, to the Court House Grill &
Bar in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Louisville</st1:place></st1:city>
where together they confronted Jimmy, who was then the proprietor of that bar. I
don't know the details concerning the confrontation, but Jimmy likely denied paternity.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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In October 1936 Jimmy again married Maybird in
Clark Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Indiana</st1:state></st1:place>,
the third and final time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the 1937 <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Louisville</st1:place></st1:city>
city directory, Roberta is listed as Jimmy's wife. Their residence was <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">2621 Whittier Ave.</st1:address></st1:street> Did Jimmy marry Roberta again after his third
marriage to Maybird just a few months earlier? Was he married to two women at
the same time, one in Indiana, the other in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Kentucky</st1:state></st1:place>? Or was the directory using years
old information? Nothing would surprise me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the early part of 1937, due to weeks and weeks
of persistent rain, the <st1:place w:st="on">Ohio river</st1:place> flooded
it's banks in a big way. By March, seventy percent of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Louisville</st1:place></st1:city> was under water and 175,000
residents had to be evacuated. Many rescues were made by small boat. Jimmy was
the proprietor of the Court House Grill and Bar in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Louisville</st1:place></st1:city> and his brother Louis owned a
restaurant there. Louis and his family were among those who had to be rescued
from the flood.</div>
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In December of 1937 Jimmy married <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=7678597" target="_blank">Emma Belle O'Hara</a>, daughter of Milton Cartwright "Mack" and Aurora Belle Howe O'Hara. Though records would
indicate that Jimmy and Emma divorced before 1942, Emma's last name would
remain Rizzardi until she died 40 years later.
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Louise Hallet Rizzardi-Adams died at St. Mary &
<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Elizabeth</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">Hospital</st1:placename></st1:place> in March of 1938 after losing a
week long battle with influenza. Jimmy was the informant listed on his mother's
death certificate. Louise's body was interred at <st1:placename w:st="on">Calvary</st1:placename>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">Cemetery</st1:placetype> in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Louisville</st1:city></st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the 1940 census Jimmy was listed as married and living
in <st1:city w:st="on">Bristol City</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Washington</st1:state>
Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Virginia</st1:state></st1:place>.
No wife was listed with him but he had a male boarder and was the proprietor of
a beauty shop and owned his own residence. The same year his only known
legitimate daughter Marguerite, married Angelo Paul Triasco in Summit Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Ohio</st1:state></st1:place>. She was previously
married to a man who's surname was Dally. Her mother, Lois Seivers Rizzardi, married
a Yugoslavian widower named George Simon and was also living in Summit Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Ohio</st1:state></st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In 1942 <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=122923720" target="_blank">Louis Rizzardi, Jr.</a> and his uncle Jimmy,
now divorced and claiming no dependants, enlisted in the United States Army in
Oglethorp <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Georgia</st1:place></st1:country-region>.
Their residences were listed as Nashville, Davidson Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Tennessee</st1:state></st1:place>. Jimmy stated he had a 1 year high
school education, and his occupation was Hotel & Restaurant Manager. He was
5'8" and weighed 196 lbs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jimmy resided in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Nashville</st1:place></st1:city> until he died in March of 1974. His
wife at the time of his death was <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=122892858" target="_blank">Nancy Elizabeth Cobb Rizzardi</a>. Jimmy's body
was interred at <st1:placename w:st="on">Calvary</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Cemetery</st1:placetype> in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Louisville</st1:place></st1:city>.
His brother Louis Sr. died in August the same year and his nephew Louis Jr.
died the following year in June.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jimmy and Lois's daughter, Marguerite, was last
married to a man who's surname was Lane. Marguerite died in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">California</st1:place></st1:state> in 1986. She had at least one
child, a daughter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jimmy and <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>'s
daughter, Florence Edna, mother of my husband and his four siblings, died in
2001 without ever knowing her real paternal grandparents, James and Louisa, and of course she never knew she had an older half-sister, Marguerite. I certainly hope Florence Edna is not squirming in her grave over this public disclosure of the circumstances of her birth. In my
opinion, and probably in the opinion of all who knew her mother, it was Jimmy Rizzardi who was the illegitimate one, not his daughter!</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="color: #6325ad; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/174/13D14ABCBF79EFA3C3092574E89BF4F2.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I am not able to include but a small percentage of information
from the timeline I created because of the sheer length of it. The full
timeline includes details of Jimmy's siblings and their families and his
ex-wives and their families. I will be more than happy to supply more
information and the sources for that information upon request.</i></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>As always, I am grateful for any additional facts
or corrections that need to be made.</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-84811818055019335612014-01-18T09:02:00.001-05:002014-01-20T14:44:26.556-05:00Jimmy Rizzardi: The Illegitimate Grandfather - Pt. 2<br />
<a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2014/01/jimmy-rizzardi-illegitimate-grandfather.html" target="_blank">Continued from part 1...</a><br />
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Florence
Polly Melvin decided to accompany her older sisters to the bar in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Louisville</st1:place></st1:city> that evening. She was different from her sisters; I think she probably always was...she had an innocence about her. Due to hardship, and a mostly absent and alcoholic
father, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>
and her siblings had spent much of their childhood within the walls of the <a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2011/10/louisville-plight-of-melvin-children.html">Louisville Industrial School</a>, a house for orphans and delinquent children. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city> and her youngest
sister had finally been released to family in 1919 while the older siblings had
been released to live with their mother and seek employment seven years
earlier. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Jimmy Rizzardi was at the bar that night and I
don't know any of the details, or even if Florence had ever seen Jimmy prior to that evening, but I can imagine that 22 year old Jimmy was probably a handsome lad and very adept at courting the ladies. He would marry at least
five different women during his lifetime and one of those women he would
legally marry three times! Did he love
women? Probably!<o:p></o:p></div>
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The
way <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Florence</st1:city></st1:place>
told it: "<i>Jimmy put something in my
drink</i>". But we all look at each other and nod our heads knowingly. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city> was never a
drinker and she was just naive enough to suspect her drink had been spiked. I'm
pretty sure she knew she was being served an adult beverage, but I'm also
fairly certain she had no idea how alcohol might affect her; therefore, she
believed there had to have been some extra "something" slipped into
her drink to cause her such a mortifying loss of judgment.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A romantic
encounter ensued. The alcohol allowed <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>
to be sweet-talked by the charming young Jimmy; she didn't stand a
chance, I'm sure. A few short weeks later, there she was: young, unmarried, and slowly waking up to the fact that she was pregnant. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>'s father had passed away while she was in the
orphanage, and her mother, Eddy, had recently married a Louisville city policeman, T. J.
"Jess" Price. Florence's only brother Bud, the oldest of her siblings, wrote
to her mother and had this to say: <o:p></o:p></div>
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"<i>As
for <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>, I
don't care what you do. She can have a dozen for all I care, as I haven't time
to worry about her, and I'm not a good hand to worry. If she would not take
ones advice once, I can't see how you could beat it in her to do right
afterwards. That's just the way I feel about it, so tell Jess what he does for
her will be appreciated regardless of how I feel."</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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It is uncertain exactly when Jimmy's wife packed up and left, taking their daughter with her. Jimmy was probably still legally married to Lassie during his brief affair with <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence...and I suspect he had many of these brief affairs during and in between his many marriages.</st1:place></st1:city><o:p></o:p></div>
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In September of 1922 <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city> gave birth to a daughter,
Florence Edna Melvin, Jr., and on the birth certificate Jimmy Rizzardi is clearly listed as
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Moore and her daughter <br />
Florence Edna<br />
Kentucky circa 1923</td></tr>
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Less than a month after her daughter was born, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>'s childhood
sweetheart, Harvey Moore, asked her to marry him, allowing him to give the baby his
name. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>
agreed and she and Harvey were married on October 10, 1922. The name Florence
Edna Melvin Jr. was eventually crossed out on the birth certificate, and
Florence Edna Moore was penned in.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Harvey Moore died a little over seven years later in January of 1930
and in March that year <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>'s
sister Ruth wrote to her: <o:p></o:p></div>
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"<i>I told him
that Harvey</i><i> stopped court trial over that baby and claimed it and knew you</i><i> had it and promised to give her his name and protect and care for her and begged you to marry him so F.E. [Florence
Edna] can rightfully claim anything that was his."</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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(Ruth was married to Harvey Moore's brother William
and this excerpt from the letter concerned a dispute with their father,
Cornelius C. Moore, over property rights.)<o:p></o:p><br />
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This is where things got skewed. Florence and Harvey had been sweethearts long before her encounter with Jimmy. Some speculated that the baby must be Harvey's after all. It appears Florence didn't insist on the truth being known at that time so the rumors persisted and after a while I think even those who once thought they knew the truth, were now confused.</div>
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A little over a year after Harvey's death, <a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2011/05/amanuensis-monday-convenient-marriage.html" target="_blank">Florence married Elza Scott</a>, the man that all
her grandchildren would know as their grandfather.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2014/01/jimmy-rizzardi-illegitimate-grandfather_3045.html" target="_blank">Concluded in part 3...</a></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="color: #6325ad; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/174/13D14ABCBF79EFA3C3092574E89BF4F2.png" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px !important; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></a></span>Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-9461678724991057102014-01-17T10:36:00.000-05:002014-01-20T14:39:29.741-05:00Jimmy Rizzardi: The Illegitimate Grandfather - Pt. 1<br />
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My
attention was divided between the two adults in my kitchen and my children, a
baby and a toddler, who were making just enough noise that I couldn't hear everything
that was being said. I clearly remember the expression on her face though, just
like it was yesterday. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>
wasn't even five feet tall but the spark in her eye was commanding. As she gazed
up into the face of her grandson her expression left no doubt; what she was
about to reveal was important and she wanted to make sure he was listening with
both ears. Perhaps she feared it was too late to tell the truth and that we
were going to think she was senile. But no, this woman was sharp as a tack up
to the day she died, and we all knew it.
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My
husband respectfully leaned down closer to his grandmother and gave her his
full attention. Like her grandson, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Florence</st1:city></st1:place>
was soft spoken, so all I heard of the conversation was the name "<i>Rizzardi</i>" and "<i>He put something in my drink</i>" and
"<i>I told Jimmie </i>(another grandson)<i> too</i>"...and finally: "<i>I want all you kids to know the truth</i>".<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Well...we
had all suspected the truth for years but it had been covered up more often
than not, stubbornly painted over and brushed aside by those who knew. But the
rumor had been around so long that we knew there was something to it. Now, in
her late 70s, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>
was determined to put an end to the rumor and make sure that cat would never crawl
back into the bag.<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So
now here it was 1980 and the rumor was finally fact. Out-of-wedlock births were
no longer the big scandal they were thirty years ago; however, this event took
place a full <i>sixty</i> years earlier so I
can only imagine how difficult life must have been for my husband's
grandmother, who was only a teenager at the time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city> died in 1989 and a few years later I started
researching the genealogy of our families, but it was still several years after
that before I even considered doing any research on my husband's illegitimate
grandfather, Jimmy Rizzardi. The first search turned up just enough information
to get me hooked on the hunt, and over the years I have put together quite a
timeline on Jimmy's life and that of his parents, his siblings, his many wives,
and his one known legitimate daughter. When merged with the timeline I created
for <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florence</st1:place></st1:city>,
and with two telling excerpts from family letters, there is no room left for
doubt about her story; not like there ever was any doubt really, but just in
case!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>A brief history of the Rizzardi family
1866 through 1921<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Jimmy's
father was <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=30262425" target="_blank">James Joseph Rizzardi, Jr.</a> (some records, and his tombstone, list
him as "Giacomo" - which is the Italian version of James). He was
born in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Italy</st1:place></st1:country-region>
on October 17, 1866. His death certificate gives his father's name as James J.
Rizzardi and states that both his parents were born in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Italy</st1:place></st1:country-region>. <o:p></o:p></div>
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James
married <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=123052843" target="_blank">Marie Louise Hallet</a> between 1886 and 1889. The Flemish speaking Louise
was born in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Liege</st1:city>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Belgium</st1:country-region></st1:place> on St. Valentine's Day in
1870. According to passport applications, James immigrated to the <st1:country-region w:st="on">U. S.</st1:country-region> from <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Havre</st1:city>,
<st1:country-region w:st="on">France</st1:country-region></st1:place> around 1887,
and Louise immigrated still later, between 1888 and 1890. The different sources
of data are only slightly conflicting so these dates are approximate, but
fairly close. I don't yet know if James and Louise were married over seas or in
the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">U. S.</st1:place></st1:country-region>,
but it is likely they were married both places. They would marry each other
twice more before they finally divorced.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Between
1890 and 1895 Louise had given birth to two daughters, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=123058896" target="_blank">Angelina</a> and Annie, and
one son, Gustav or Gastin, all born in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Pennsylvania</st1:place></st1:state>.
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James
Rizzardi received his <st1:country-region w:st="on">U. S.</st1:country-region>
citizenship in <st1:city w:st="on">Greensburg</st1:city>, Westmoreland Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Pennsylvania</st1:state></st1:place> on the 31st
day of July 1897.<o:p></o:p></div>
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From
information obtained from passport applications and other documents, it would
appear that James and his pregnant wife left <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Pennsylvania</st1:place></st1:state> early in January of 1900. On January 30, 1900, James and Louise's fourth child, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=122891205" target="_blank">James Joseph "Jimmy" Rizzardi III</a> was born in <st1:city w:st="on">Joliet</st1:city>,
Will Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Illinois</st1:state></st1:place>
and in April that same year, in the same county, James and Louise married again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By
early June of 1900, the Rizzardi family had landed in LaFollette, Campbell Co.,
<st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tennessee</st1:place></st1:state>, an
area that had been known as Big Gap Creek just a few years earlier. There, they
lived in a rented house and James found employment as a coal miner with the
newly established LaFollette Coal, Iron and Railway Co. It is very likely that
James had been a coal miner during the years he lived in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Pennsylvania</st1:place></st1:state>. Many immigrants of all
cultures would come to LaFollette for <a href="http://archive.wbir.com/dontmiss/180638/207/why-do-they-call-it-that-lafollette" target="_blank">employment opportunities offered by the town's founders</a>. In 1900, the town of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">LaFollette</st1:place></st1:city> had a population of 300. By 1920
there had been a significant increase to a population of 3000.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In
1902, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=93104089" target="_blank">Louis</a>, the fifth and last of James and Louise's children, was born. In
late 1905 or early 1906, James made a trip back over seas and returned in late May
1906 on the ship "La <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Provence</st1:place></st1:state>".
In April of 1908, he and Louise were married once again in Campbell Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Tennessee</st1:state></st1:place>, and by 1910
James owned his own farm in La Follette. (All records appear to indicate that there were no divorces between marriages up to this point.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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In
March 1913 Louise and son Jimmy sailed to <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Liege</st1:city></st1:place>
to visit her parents and returned about 4 months later aboard the ship
"Kroonland".<o:p></o:p></div>
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In
October of 1917, young Jimmy Rizzardi married his first wife, Lois Gladys "Lassie"
Seivers, daughter of Samuel Smith and Mary Elizabeth Norman Seivers. In September of 1918
Jimmy filled out a WWI draft registration card. On it, his occupation was listed
as receiving clerk for the American Express Co. In October that year Jimmy and
Lassie's daughter, Marguerite Madalon Rizzardi was born. The young family lived
with Jimmy's parents in LaFollette. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In
May of 1921 Louise made arrangements for another visit to see her parents in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Liege</st1:place></st1:city>. She left in June
from the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">port</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">New York</st1:placename></st1:place> on the Red Star Line, this time
alone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In
late December of 1921, at a bar in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Louisville</st1:place></st1:city>,
Jimmy Rizzardi seduced the impressionable and inexperienced 18 year old,
Florence Melvin.<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2014/01/jimmy-rizzardi-illegitimate-grandfather_18.html">To be continued in part 2...</a></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="color: #6325ad; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/174/13D14ABCBF79EFA3C3092574E89BF4F2.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></span>Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-13228849213729627062013-02-23T16:14:00.001-05:002013-02-23T16:14:40.251-05:00In The Beginning...... Year 4: Maybe This Year!<div style="text-align: center;">
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As I begin my 4th year of blogging about my family history and genealogy, I find myself winding down and writing has become more sporadic. This past year I was down to posting an average of four times per month. As this year progresses I hope to start writing about some of the hard, but important topics that I've been putting off.</div>
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Maybe this year I'll finally tell the story of my maternal aunt Lela, the aunt my siblings and I didn't know we had until we were in our 20s. Up until then, we all thought our mother was an only child. I've put Aunt Lela's story off because I have so pathetically little to tell really. There's a host of unanswered questions. Any who knew her are now gone and there doesn't seem to be anyone left to pump for more information. Not only that, but probably most, if not all records concerning Lela's sad life have been destroyed with my mother's consent.</div>
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Maybe this year I'll get the rather incredible story told about my husband's "illegitimate" grandfather, that Italian, woman loving, seducer of his sweet, young, and innocent grandmother. My husband's niece, Dana, made a special request that I tell this story soon...after all, something could happen to me and then no one would have the details to tell it like I can.</div>
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Maybe this year I'll finally finish transcribing the diary of my paternal great grandfather, Oliver Wallen. That will surely bring about more stories to tell! It would also please a few family members who have waited patiently to read the full version instead of the partial, tampered-with version created by Oliver's daughter Sula. Sula meant well and it was her efforts that made the diary known to the rest of the family and her version is what eventually interested me in our history.</div>
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I suppose my blogging will slow even more this year than last, but there will always be new stories to tell as long as I'm still working on the genealogy and history of my family...and I've been doing that since 1995, with no intention of stopping..ever! There are always new cousins with which to confer and share, and exciting new photos of ancestors surface from time to time as do new record sources. I am always amazed at what each new year brings. The story never ends! </div>
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Brother of my maternal great grandfather, Robert Noah Runyan<br />
Died at age 25 - Buried Spiceland Friends Cemetery - Spiceland, Indiana</td></tr>
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John was the brother of my paternal great, great grandmother Ursula Ann (Martin) Davis Burnette. His wife was Mary Martha Thompson, daughter of John and Sarah (Debord) Thompson. They were married in Pulaski Co., Kentucky on 17 Nov 1867.</div>
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I suppose I can let this little story slip and not get anyone in trouble since the two concerned are now dead. It's probably not all that unusual an act but I'm pretty sure what the siblings, Sula Splitek and Hobart Wallen did was illegal. I just happen to think it was a darn good idea and I admire them for their daring!</div>
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Sula and Hobart's brother William Jesse Wallen, my paternal grandfather, died in Tuscon, Arizona in 1976. This is the story concerning his burial that Sula told her nephew Charlie Wallen, taken from Charlies's genealogy notes:</div>
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<i>"During a conversation between Sula and my wife and I at her home in Elsinore </i>(California)<i> in 1985, she related the following: She and her brother James Hobart went to Tuscon, Arizona upon being notified of their brother William's death. They claimed the cremated remains of William and took them back to Sula's home in Elsinore. Then came the question - what to do with the remains? Neither one of them had much money, so, according to Sula, one night they took the remains to the Elsinore Cemetery and dug a hole into their brother Charles' grave and put William's remains in it. </i><i>Knowing Sula, I tend to believe this story. I leave it here for what it's worth.</i></div>
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What I find especially amusing is that Sula and Hobart were both in their 70s when they entered that cemetery after dark to make their covert burial!<br />
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My maternal grandparents, Lawrence and Fern (Newby) Runyan moved around a lot. Before they were married they both lived in Henry Co., Indiana. After they were married they lived in Marion Co., then Delaware Co., then back to Henry Co., and finally back to Marion Co. again. And that's just what I see in the census. My mother told me of other moves that weren't recorded by the census!</div>
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The photo below is of my brothers and I in front of the Barber shop next to the house my grandparents lived in on Rockville road in Indianapolis. It was the last place they lived before moving to Florida to be with us.</div>
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In front of the Barber shop - corner Rockville Rd./Lynhurst Dr.<br />
Indianapolis, Marion Co., Indiana</td></tr>
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You can barely see in the upper left, the typical barber's pole on the side of the building. The candy striped cement post I am sitting on is one of many that went along the entire store front. There is an alley in front of us between the house and barber shop where my mother is standing to take this photo.<br />
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This last picture shows my grandparents house and the barber shop as they look today. It was a big disappointment. Progress is ugly.<br />
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Their house is now an income tax company and the barber shop is a law office. The house was truly unrecognizable. The front porch has been enclosed and painted that ugly green, there's a large addition to the back of the house that wasn't there, siding has been added, and they've done something to the side where the windows were. The cute little back yard with the garden lined path back to Grandad's tool shed is now a parking lot. You can still see the old barber shop cement posts, now plain white, in this photo and the store front glass looks the same as in the photos above. This building hasn't changed all that much.</div>
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That house was were my first, and maybe only, memories of what a basement smells like came from. I loved it and I'll never forget that smell. It was dark, damp, and cool down there, something you northerners take for granted, but a rare experience if you grew up in Florida. My grandmother caught a turquoise blue parakeet in the back yard here. She named him Sassy because he bit her fingers. Then she gave him to us and we had him for a long time.</div>
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Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-57836070010255305342013-01-29T13:00:00.000-05:002013-01-29T14:04:20.037-05:00Great Grand-Aunt Mary Susan (Davis) Denny<div style="text-align: center;">
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Mary Susan is a bit of a mystery in our family. She was the oldest sister of my paternal great grandmother, Sarah Francis (Davis) Wallen-Livesay. Their father, John Miller Davis, died in 1880 when the sisters were all very young. Mallie, the youngest sister was only 2 months old. Almost four years later their mother, Ursula Ann (Martin) Davis, married Cornelius Donaldson Burnette and soon the three sisters gained four half-siblings, three more sisters and a brother.</div>
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Mary Susan was only 16 when she married James Wilson Denny in Rockcastle County, Kentucky in 1891. She and James moved to Avon, Hendricks Co., Indiana and that is where their first son, Thomas Lee, was born. Their second son, John Wilson, was born in Pulaski Co., Kentucky and then two daughters, Retta May and Lola Edna, were born in Hendricks Co, Indiana.</div>
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Shortly after 1901 it became clear that something had happened to Mary Susan as she is no longer in the picture. In his diary, my great grandfather, Oliver Morton Wallen, husband of sister Sarah, stated that Mary S. Denny and one of her half sisters had come to visit them mid-March of 1901 and that is the last time her name is found. James Denny remarried in 1904 and started a new family so I am left with the conclusion that he and Mary Susan divorced. If she had died, the family would surely have some knowledge of it.</div>
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In going over my grand-Aunt Sula's genealogy records for the family I found something that I had overlooked these many years: there was a note at the bottom of their Family Group Record that Mary Susan's sons Thomas and John were left deaf and dumb after having had Scarlet Fever. This is why I found Thomas in Allen Co., Indiana in a home for simple-minded youth in 1910. However, Thomas filled out applications for WWI and WWII and although he was listed as partially dependent on the first, there was no mention of any disability other than two missing fingers on the second. He also went on to marry and raise a family. On John's WWI application, he is listed as being deaf and dumb and in 1910 he is in Marion Co., Indiana in a home for the deaf. Mary Susan's daughter, Lola Edna, was living with an older woman as a servant in 1910. She was only 12. I do not know what became of Retta May. She and her mother are a total blank after 1901.</div>
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In an e-mail with my paternal grand-aunt Myrtle, age 90 at the time, she asked what I knew about Mary Susan. She had been told that Mary Susan <i>"left the family and disappeared when hardly out of her teens"</i>. When I told her what I knew about her, Myrtle indicated near disbelief that her aunt Mary Susan had interaction with the family into the turn of the century: <i>"I was surprised by all that information about her, because
Mother definitely gave me the impression that she just went off and had no
other contact with the family. I think
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solution I can think of is that what she did when she left home was so thoroughly
disapproved of by the family that they cut her off and had no other connection
with her, even though your newspaper articles indicate that she visited my mother
years later. I wish I had asked some
questions about my mother's early life but I was only 10 or 12 or 14 and was
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Sula knew about the births of the children when she was working on the family history back in the 1960s because she had them all listed on Mary Susan's family group record and Sula got most all her information by contacting family members. Mary Susan was slightly older than "hardly out of her teens", as Myrtle thought all those years because she was 26 years old in 1901 when we last hear of her.</div>
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If Mary Susan did something to displease the family, it wasn't very likely that it was her youthful marriage to James Denny. James was a local boy and, from the few excerpts mentioning him in Oliver's diary, he seemed to be an accepted member of the family. Could it be that Mary Susan left James and her children for purely selfish reasons? I wonder if I can ever know.</div>
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Other than "Denny", some of James and Mary Susan's descendants have the surnames Northcutt, Barrickman, Hine, and Isenhour. Maybe there is at least one that can enlighten me about their ancestor, my great grand-aunt Mary Susan. I'd love to know the rest of the story!<br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">In 1835 Augustus Wattles, a native of <st1:state w:st="on">Connecticut</st1:state>,
purchased 190 acres of land in southern Mercer Co., <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Ohio</st1:place></st1:state> and, just a few years later, founded a school, the Emlen
Institute, for the support and education of colored boys of African and Indian descent. By
1838 Wattles had purchased a total of 30,000 acres in Mercer county and proceeded
to found a settlement to be colonized by freed blacks from <st1:city w:st="on">Cincinnati</st1:city>
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1846 when word reached the neighborhood of the coming of 400 more blacks, the
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<span class="apple-style-span">The freed slaves arrived in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cincinnati</st1:place></st1:city> and were transported by canal
boats as far as New Bremen. Whites from Auglaize and Mercer counties
assembled together and every able male citizen of the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">township</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">New Bremen</st1:placename></st1:place>
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<span class="apple-style-span">When I first read this story I was startled by those two
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and he lived in Mercer Co., <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Ohio</st1:place></st1:state>
during that same time period! I also knew that two sons of Philip Young had married into
the Grunden family, also in Mercer Co., <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Ohio</st1:state></st1:place>,
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<span class="apple-style-span">With further research, I realized that my
ancestor was too old to have been the Samuel Grunden who was vice-captain of
this resistance group. Samuel was nearly 70 years old in 1846. The vice-captain
was likely his son Samuel Jr., brother of my ancestor Joseph. <i><span style="color: red;">*(Please see update at the end of this post)</span></i> I am not yet sure
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<span class="apple-style-span">Severe racial friction finally took it's toll and the Emlen
Institute closed it's doors in 1857. In
1866 many of the freed slaves left for <st1:country-region w:st="on">Liberia</st1:country-region>,
<st1:country-region w:st="on">South Africa</st1:country-region>, while another
portion of them was successful in making a settlement in Montezuma in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Franklin</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">Township</st1:placename></st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span">It's an interesting story and it doesn't end there. In
1907, descendants of the slaves of John Randolph tried to regain the land that
was purchased for their ancestors. It was a 10 year battle which they eventually
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<span class="apple-style-span">This is just a very brief summary of the story of the
Wattles Negroes and it's briefness is not meant to marginalize these lives or the efforts of Augustus Wattles and others, but rather to bring attention to what I think is probably a lesser known story of racial conflict that took place before the civil war. </span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span">While I'm not proud that members of my family were involved in
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<span class="apple-style-span">Winter, Nevin O. "<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Mercer</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place>."</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="apple-style-span"><i>A History of Northwest
Ohio: a Narrative Account of Its Historical Progress and Development from the
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Shores of Lake Erie, down to the Present Time,</i>. Vol. 3. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Chicago</st1:place></st1:city>:
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Bogus Legislature - Augustus Wattles."</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="apple-style-span"><i>History of Western Ohio and
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Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-17457649092253445622012-12-31T17:04:00.001-05:002012-12-31T17:07:22.630-05:00Military Monday: Uncle Billy A. Wallen<br />
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Happy New Year to all! I am finishing out the year with a couple of photos of my paternal uncle, (my only uncle), Billy Athol Wallen, circa 1955, when he served our country as a Paratrooper in the U.S. Army. Isn't he a handsome fella?</div>
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Thanks for your service Uncle Bill!<br />
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Charles Alexander Logsdon, son of William and <a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-heck-was-alice.html" target="_blank">Alice (McIlvoy) Logsdon</a>, married Ann Josephine "Josie" Bean on 4 Sep 1878 at St. Charles Church in St. Mary, Marion Co., Kentucky. </div>
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Josie was the daughter of Ignatius Eulogius "Logan" and Margaret (Warren) Bean. Josie was the great granddaughter of <a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2010/06/irish-ancestors-clotilda-daughter-of.html" target="_blank">Clotilda (Vincent) Bean</a> who I have written about before. </div>
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Charles and Josie had 8 children before Josie died in 1907; Alice, Herman, Josie, Agnes (Sister Baptista), Charlie, Leslie, Marie, and Lillie. Leslie was my husband's grandfather. Leslie died young, before his children were grown.</div>
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Lucinda Tyree was born in Scott Co., Virginia in 1838. She was the oldest daughter of Jesse and Rosanna (Roberts) Tyree. Her father was the uncle of my maternal 3rd great grandmother, Louisa (Tyree) Wallen. </div>
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Lucinda married Daniel Walling, brother of Louisa's husband Jesse B. Wallen, in Rockcastle Co., Kentucky in 1854. (Wallen and Walling were interchangeable within my early family and I use here the spelling carried on by descendants of these siblings.)</div>
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In late 1861, or early 1862, Daniel, Lucinda, and their two sons William and James, left for Indiana along with Daniel's father William II, and his brothers, William III and Isaac, and their families. Eventually, they all came back to Rockcastle Co., Kentucky except for William III and his family.</div>
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Daniel and Lucinda had a third son, Daniel W., born shortly after arriving in Indiana. It appears that Daniel Sr. was having an affair with a young woman in Indiana, Nancy McCloud, who gave birth to a son, Connard Walling, in 1871. Daniel and Lucinda then show up in the Rockcastle county tax records in 1872 through 1875. By 1877, Daniel had returned to Indiana to wed Nancy, daughter of George W. and Eunice (Bray) McCloud. By this time young Daniel was about 15 years old and Connard had just turned 6.</div>
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In 1880 Lucinda and her two youngest boys turn up in Rawlins Co., Kansas and she is listed as divorced. In undated Rawlins county homestead records she is listed: Walling, Lucinda - Section NE 20, Twp. 5, Range 31. In 1885 they are all three listed again in the Rawlins Co., Kansas state census, Jefferson Township. This time, Lucinda is listed as widowed.</div>
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Lucinda and Daniel's oldest son, William Jesse, married Kitty Mahala Houston in Rockcastle Co., Kentucky in 1873. Instead of going to Kansas with his mother and siblings, he and Kitty went to Nebraska to live and years later they would move to Wyoming. They had a dozen known children, three born in Kentucky and nine born in Nebraska.</div>
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Daniel and Nancy would have a total of 5 children together before Daniel died. His last child was born in 1885 and it is thought that he likely died prior to that birth or shortly after. Death and burial records have not yet been discovered.</div>
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Lucinda seems to disappear after that 1885 state census. I have seen a death date and place of 1892 in Kentucky in unsourced research on Ancestry.com, but, as of this date, those researchers seem to be completely unaware of anything about Lucinda or Daniel after 1860; not the move to Indiana, the birth of Daniel W., the out-of-wedlock birth of Connard, the return to Kentucky, nor the split of Lucinda and Daniel or Daniel's return to Indiana and marriage to Nancy. Neither do they know of Lucinda's move with her sons to homestead in Kansas. If they don't know any of these things, where does this death date come from? Ancestry makes it impossible to know who said what first. </div>
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I wanted to tell Lucinda and Daniel's story just because of how it seems to come to a stop at 1860 everywhere else...just because there was a lot more to their lives, and because pioneer women like Lucinda are fascinating, homesteading on her own with only her two boys...young men at the time. I wish I could know more. Did she and her sons construct a sod house, like so many other homesteaders? Did she, perhaps, remarry, or did she die of hardship and get buried in an unmarked grave? Could she have died in 1892 after moving back home to Kentucky? So many questions I hope to have answered someday!<br />
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*Update* Thanks to my distant cousin Nan Harvey, Tyree researcher extraordinaire, I have the source for the 1892 death date for Lucinda Tyree Walling! From "The Tyree Trail With Allied Lines of Adams and Blair" by Ella Rae Wilson Coleman, Gateway Press 1987 " pg. 44: <i>Lucinda Tyree, b. 11 November 1838 in Scott Co., VA., d. 1892, Rockcastle Co., KY, m. in Rockcastle Co., KY on 24 July 1854 David </i>(sic)<i> Wallen.</i><br />
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Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-53543518273734588962012-11-29T18:18:00.001-05:002012-11-29T18:18:40.617-05:00Oliver's Diary: The Death of Sister Lucy 1901<div style="text-align: center;">
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The very last entries in book #1 (of 4 books) of Oliver's Diary, tell about his sister Lucy's illness and her death approximately a week later. Oliver's mother, Serena (Sutton) Wallen, probably had tuberculosis long before the birth of her first child. Serena would give birth to 9 children before she died at the age of 35. All 9 of her children died fairly young. The local newspapers attributed each of their deaths to Tuberculosis.</div>
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The first of William and Serena's children to die was Emiline. Emiline died in 1879 at the age of 4. In 1886, between six and seven years later, and about a year after her 9th child was born, Serena passed away. At least she did not have to bear the sorrow of seeing the rest of her children suffer from illness and death. </div>
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The second child to die was Mary. Mary was a young mother at the time. She died at age 33 in 1895. The third child to die was Louesa in 1896 at age 19. Fourth was Lucy, the subject of this post. Lucy died in 1901 at the age of 17. Fifth to leave the famiy was Sarah Elizabeth in 1905 at age 25. Sixth to go was Willie in 1905 at age 19. Seventh to pass away was my great grandfather Oliver in 1907 at age 36. Oliver was a father of five children, my grandfather and two sets of twins. Eighth to go was Euna Ellen in 1907, another young mother, age 35. The ninth and last to leave was Jesse Uriah in 1917, at age 44, never married. Father William outlived them all, passing away in 1922 of heart disease, leaving a second wife and six more children.</div>
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Oliver does not give as much detail in Lucy's death as he does with <a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2010/10/olivers-diary-death-of-sister-sarah.html" target="_blank">Sarah Elizabeth</a> and his youngest sibling <a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2011/01/death-of-willie-wallen-1905.html" target="_blank">Willie</a> . This is the record he leaves us in his diary about his sister Lucy's passing in the year 1901:</div>
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<i>Mar. 8 – Went to Dr. Isaac’s and got a truss he had ordered
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<i>Mar. 12 – Mary S. Denny and Cordia Burnette came out to see
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<i>Mar. 15 – John Norton and Ben Price came after me, got to my
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<i>Mar. 16, 1901 – Lucy was laid to rest by the side of sister Lieuesa at ½ past 12 o’clock. There was not any funeral service. Bro. John Cash led in prayer. The choir sang “Where is now my brother dear”. Lucy gave us good evidence that she was going to rest. While we grieve to give her up, we rejoice to think she is with Jesus. And so may the Lord take us all. </i></div>
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In yesterday's blog post I told about the tornado that ransacked my great grandparent's farm in Spiceland, Indiana the night my mother, Janet Runyan, was born. Mom related the events to me many times, just as she had been told them by her mother and her grandparents, Charles and Ida (Trowbridge) Newby. The photos included in that post are the main witness to the extent of the damage inflicted on the house and it's surroundings.</div>
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Charles Lee Newby was a carpenter by trade so he took to making repairs right away. He also made a few improvements by enclosing the second story side balcony and enlarging the shed so he could park his car and buggy under roof. He also had to build a brand new barn due to the complete destruction of the old one. Below are the photos of the finished work.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A more distant view including the enlarged shed/garage. My great grandfather Charles leaning on his car, and my grandfather Lawrence Runyan and his daughter, my aunt Lela standing in the doorway.</td></tr>
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In May of 1999 my mother and I made a week long trip to Kentucky and Indiana. Once in Indiana we went looking for her grandparent's home. We didn't have any trouble finding it and we both recognized it as soon as we saw it through the trees. I had seen the photos so often that I had no doubt, this was it. My mother insisted we drive up the lane to the house to meet the owners. I was mortified! I didn't like dropping in on strangers unannounced! But Mom insisted. As we drove up and got out of the car we were greeted by the owners of the home, and when they found out who my mother was they invited us on a tour of the house. They were as excited to meet us as we were to be there! This young couple, who had five children if I remember correctly, had not owned the house long and they were in the process of restoring it to it's original blueprint. They asked my mother question after question. She pointed here and there, remembering a closet, a table, a furnace. We went upstairs. Her grandparents bedroom was there, the room she was never allowed in as a child. Mom told me she remembered looking from the doorway and seeing the stand where my great grandmother kept the big Bible where all the family names and events are recorded. <i>The very same Bible which is now in my possession!</i></div>
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When we finally left the couple, we exchanged addresses and over the years they wrote to my mother with all the new details of family and house restoration. I sent them all the old photos of the house and in exchange they sent me a 2 inch stack of papers of all the legal transactions from the house and land, the earliest being a warranty deed dated January 2nd 1832, and noting that: <i>"The west half of the northeast quarter of section 20, township 16, range 10 east, was entered <b>April 14th, 1824</b> by Thomas Maudlin as noted on page 23 of the entry book of lands in Henry County, Indiana, and according to the original survey contains 80 acres"</i>.</div>
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The most obvious renovation to the house was the return of the second story balcony that my great grandfather closed in when he made the repairs after the tornado. The photos below are more recent photos and reflect how the house looks today.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">About 2004, 80 years after the tornado</td></tr>
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Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-27347000580246205062012-11-27T14:55:00.000-05:002012-11-27T14:55:39.197-05:00Mom was "Born in a Tornado" - Indiana 1924<div style="text-align: center;">
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"I was born in a tornado"...at least that's how my mother told it. My mother, Janet Runyan, was born in a hospital on the evening of June 8, 1924 in New Castle, Indiana. A tornado hit the area that night and her grandparent's farmhouse in nearby Spiceland was partially destroyed. Below is a series of photos of the home taken pre-tornado and after the damage.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view from where the barn stood, looking at the shed and side of house</td></tr>
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My mother said she was told they later found a chicken feather embedded in a tree so deep it couldn't be pulled out. Imagine that! She said her mother told her there were chickens with their feathers blown backwards and the feathers remained like that until the chickens molted. Hmmmm...</div>
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The Spiceland farmhouse was rebuilt, with improvements, by my maternal great grandfather, Charles Lee Newby. I'll post those photos tomorrow.<br />
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Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-27039356139131066072012-11-21T16:36:00.003-05:002012-11-21T16:36:54.293-05:00Wordless Wednesday: Fountain and Mary Rash<div style="text-align: center;">
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Charlie Wallen was one of my dad's paternal first cousins. Until January 1, 1998, I didn't know anything about Charlie. Our family had moved around and we were all in different parts of the country. We kept up more with Mom's side of the family than we did Dad's. </div>
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When Charlie called me on that first day of 1998, it was because he, as a genealogist, was looking for other members of the family and had found me in his search. Charlie had been working on our family history for about 16 years at that time and I was fairly new to genealogy, only 3 years worth then. That was the beginning of a long and close relationship that ended with Charlie's passing in October of 2009.</div>
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In early 2005, Charlie decided to sell his home and move into an assisted living facility. He was still sharp of mind but his physical condition was deteriorating. He couldn't take all his years of accumulated genealogy with him so, with the help of his wonderful sister-in-law Betty, most of those things were packed up and mailed to me. In late March five very large boxes arrived at my house. It felt sad to me because I thought I'd never be doing genealogy with Charlie again. Thankfully, I was wrong. Charlie continued from his little room, on his computer, with the few books he kept, to plug away on his database, just as addicted as ever.</div>
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Most of the genealogy books that arrived at my house that day were duplicates of the ones I already had and most of Charlie's files on his paternal family had long ago been copied and sent to me over the years. Everything he thought I'd want, he had copied and sent to me via "snail-mail". I did the same for him. We copied and exchanged <i>everything</i>. In fact, I was surprised to see that every manila envelope I'd sent him over the years, arrived back to me in those boxes and the sheer number of envelopes with my name on them made me laugh with joy. Charlie and I had done some serious postal correspondence, not to mention all the daily e-mailing and weekly phone conversations!</div>
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All the duplicate books, 59 in all, promptly went up for sale on eBay. In my auction listings, because I didn't feel right about accepting money for them, I stated that 100% of the proceeds for the books would go to help fund the new youth building that was under construction at my church. In the last minutes of the auction the bidding became frenzied, it was very exciting! When all was finished, I had over $930.00 to donate to the church and there were a lot of happy auction winners, some who won books that were no longer in print. </div>
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Weeks later, the rest of the binders full of pages and pages of genealogy, each page in a page protector, and all the manila folders full of more pages, were consolidated into two boxes and put into storage. Over the years, other things got piled in front and on top of those boxes but I never worried about it. I knew they were there, and they were safe, and there was nothing in them that I didn't already have or know about. Or so I thought.</div>
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This week we started clearing that room where those two boxes were stored. I separated the two boxes of genealogy from the rest of the boxes and yesterday I moved them into my recently reorganized office. I couldn't resist reaching into one of the manila envelopes and when I did, I pulled out a bunch of photos. What? I thought I'd looked through everything! There were photos here I had not seen. Woot! So I started rummaging...there were more photos, and there were some original certificates: birth, marriage, death, etc., that I had previously only had copies of. Then, this morning I was transferring the binders to a better box and I opened one of the smaller binders and, to my complete surprise, it was full of copies of photos of members of the family that I had <i>never</i> seen. How Charlie had overlooked making duplicates of these photos for me is a mystery. He was always giddy with excitement to share everything with me. These were oversights, I have no doubt, and were there just waiting for me to discover them so I could become excited all over again.<br />
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Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-37212504750045978462012-10-29T18:25:00.001-04:002012-10-29T18:25:45.382-04:00Amanuensis Monday: Will of Francis Toms 1633-1712<div style="text-align: center;">
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Francis Toms Sr. was my maternal 8th great grandfather and part of my Quaker heritage. In 1689 his daughter Mary Toms, married Gabriel Newby, son of William and Isabel (Turner) Newby. My Newby ancestors finally daughter out with my maternal grandmother, Mary Fern (Newby) Runyan. </div>
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Detailed Toms genealogy is contained in The Batchelor-Williams Families and Related Lines by Lyle Keith Williams, Fort Worth, Texas, 1976. According to Williams, <i>"Francis Toms 'who came into Virginia about 1649' and was 'age 77 in 1710,' lived about nine years in Martin's Brandon on the South Side of James River (Charles City County, now Prince George County). He then moved to the adjoining county of Surry about 1660, and in 1669 moved to North Carolina. He was among the earliest settlers of Albemarle County, North Carolina. He and his family were accepted in the Society of Friends in 1672".</i></div>
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<i>Perquomons In No Carolina ye 6th Day of ye 10 Month 1709 I
Francis Tomes Snr being of a Sound mind & memory considering ye Uncertainty
of this life Doe make & ordain this my last will & testament In manner
& forme as followeth Vizt My will is that my estate Shall not be brought to
an apraisemt but shall be distributed according to my will att ye Discretion of
my Executors hereafter named & after my Just Debts are paid. I bequeath my
Estate as followeth. I Give to my loving wife Mary Tomes all her waring
apparrel Her Sadle Horse Her White pasing mare & her coult To her & her
heirs for Ever. I Give to my loving wife all my houshould Goods & both Iron
Brass peuter & other necessaries belonging To us Keeping that Steds
Cuboards Chears Chests. I Give unto my loving wife three feather beds with what
furniture is belonging to them During her natural Life for her Service &
for ye Service of Gods people Messengers & Ministers that he Send amongst
us wch feather beds to be keept in ye porch Chamber for Gods Messengers &
Ministers to Lodge In & my sd wife Shall not Imbasel nor Sell away of ye
Said Goods out of ye house nor of ye plantation for they Doe belong to my Son
Francis Tomes & his heirs for to keep up ye truth for ye Honour of God as I
have done before him too End of Time. I Give unto my Loving wife Eight Cows
& Calves by their Side, foure Stear & one bull & ten sows & six
Hillable Barrows & Six yewes & one Ram all which my Executors shall
leave In ye hands of my Loving wife for her Sustenance & maintanace During
her Natural life. I Give unto my Loving wife this manner house & all ye
houses orchards & all ye Clear Ground between Reehers & ye Bridge &
So to Thigpens land & Timber for rales or to Repair House or to Build on ye
plantation During her natural Life. I Give to my Loving wife my horse mill
& my Still & ye two mill horses During her Natural Life. I Give to my
loving wife three negroes James, Moll & Pattemore During her natural life. Also Will Plato & Vestaleve till they are free. I
Give to my loving wife my Loome & all ye Gores belonging to itt & all
my Shoemakers Tools During her natural life. I Give to my wife my Harro &
harn hoes & axes weaden hoes hilling Hoes & all other Tools belonging
to ye Cropp for her Life. I Give to my son Francis Tomes Six hundred & forty
acres of land my negro Sam both to him & his heirs for Ever. I Give to my
Son Joshuath Tomes my negroe Mingo to him & his heirs for Ever. I Give to
my Son Francis Tomes Six hundred & forty acres of land lying between
Reahors land & that as was called Vosses being James Morgins To him &
to his lawfully begotten or Shall be ---- of his one body for ever. I Give to
my Son Francis Tomes --- fifty acres of land lying on ye sd ---- of Vosse Creak
& So running to ye ---- To him & his heirs for Ever. I Give to my Son Joshua
Tomes four hundred acres of Land lying on ye -------- to him & his heirs
for ever lawfully begotten ------ lawfully to be begotten of his one body for Ever. I --- Give to my three Children namely Francis
Tomes Joshua Tomes & Presela Nicholson to each of them one feather bed with
furniture that ------- for ye said beds. I Give to my loving Daughter Mary
Newby five Shillings for she had her portion when she married Gabriell. I Give
to my Grandson Francis Newby Three hundred acres of land lying on the South
west of Vosse Creak att ye foot of ye Bridge to him & his heirs for Ever. I
Give to my Son Francis & Joshua & Presela Nicholson all ye remaining
part of my Estates that Horses & mare Cattle Hoggs & Sheep to be
Equally devided between them three ---, my sadle horse Sorrester I Give to
Preselo Nicholson & what Debts is Due to me Either att home or abroad to be
Devided into four parts one for Francis Tomes one for Joshua Tomes one for my
wife one for Presela Nicholson Equally to be Devided between them foure. I Give
to my wife my Bible & Isack Penningtons Booke & Francis Kongols (?) Book
& ye Bob Witlet (?) Book & a book Called Marage Lost (?). I Give to my loving
wife one Third part of all my tand leather & ye rest to be devided as afsd.
I Give unto my loving wife one --- & a halfe of barrels with ye H-----
belonging to ye Still, but If my loving wife Shall marry or move of ye
plantation she shall not any of ye houshould Goods or stock from of ye
plantation for Itt belongs to my Son Francis Tomes for him to act & Doe as
a afsd to the Honour of God, but my Son Shall not by his one Inheritance but if
my wife will stay upon ye plantation She shall not be molested During her Life.
I Give to my Son Francis Tomes all my Coopers Tools. I Give to my Son Joshua my
Currier knife & Still, but if my Debts Shall be brought Justly against my
Estate after it is Devided then my loving wife & all my Three Children
Shall pay Equall Shares. I Doe appoint my two Loving Sons Francis Tomes &
Joshua Tomes To be my Executors to this my Last will Performed as Witnessed my
hand & Seal ye Day & year above Said memorandum that after ye Death of
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world my Father In law Jno. Nichols my will is that that pt of my Estate I have
Given to my Daughter Presilla now wife of Jno Kinsely to be devided ye one half to her ye other half to ye children of her by Jno
Kinsely Deceased & my will is that ye windmill now building on ye
plantation I live on for ye free hold my wife & Children having ye use
thereof She freely for grindeing their familyes Corne helping & paying
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Sunday, August 9, 1936<br />
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<i>In his manuscript, page 11, Briggs writes: "On the 4th
day of 4th mo. 1698 at the home of Henry White the Quarterly Meeting by
unanimous agreement decide to organize a yearly meeting to be held at this
center at the home of Francis Toms the elder." This was no doubt the nearest
approach to a beginning to North Carolina Yearly Meeting that any existing
records show. "There is hardly any question," Briggs manuscript
continues, "but that this quarterly meeting and yearly meeting was 'set
up' by Philadelphia Yearly Meeting and not by London Yearly Meeting as some
have held."</i></div>
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Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-24183801103499012772012-10-24T13:34:00.000-04:002012-10-24T13:34:19.252-04:00Wordless Wednesday: Runyan Siblings 1955<div style="text-align: center;">
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Lawrence Everett Runyan, Indiana 1955" width="276" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grace Anna (Runyan) Crim and her brother, my maternal grandfather, <br />
Lawrence Everett Runyan, Indiana 1955</td></tr>
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Lisa Wallen Logsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003873811444854964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516044587229594688.post-63194366316758465052012-10-23T11:09:00.000-04:002012-10-23T11:09:03.152-04:00Tombstone Tuesday: Robert and Jane Whiteley<div style="text-align: center;">
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Robert Henry Whiteley: 21 Aug 1815 - 22 Jan 1894<br />
Jane Whiteley: 6 Oct 1820 - 22 May 1896</div>
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Circle Grove Cemetery - Spiceland, Indiana</td></tr>
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Robert and Jane (Woollen) Whiteley were my maternal 3rd great grandparents. More information and photos may be found at the following links:<br />
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<a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2010/08/quaker-roots-robert-henry-whiteley-1815.html" target="_blank">Quaker Roots: Robert Henry Whiteley 1815 - 1894</a> </div>
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<a href="http://oldstonesundeciphered.blogspot.com/2010/05/funeral-card-friday-quaker-roots.html" target="_blank">Funeral Card Friday: Quaker Roots</a></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Note: Surname is most commonly spelled "Whiteley". The second e is left off the tombstone.</span></i><br />
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