Thursday, March 4, 2010

Who the heck is Alice?

I was going to write about Alice eventually but then I discovered the other day that daughter Hallie didn’t have a clue as to who Alice was. (Oh my!) She thought I was talking about the Alice in the song "Living Next Door to Alice" that was so popular with our Irish Singer friend from Canada, Jack McGuire.

What would your brother say?”, I asked. Michael’s carefully chosen tartan for his first kilt was the plaid for County Antrim, Ireland where his Irish ancestor Alice had been born. He had agonized over each and every part of the outfit using great care with color and originality.

So now my desire to make sure Alice is given due recognition has taken on a new urgency....


Alice MCILVOY, my children's third great grandmother, was born in, or near, Belfast, County Antrim, Ireland around the year1813. This birth year is given here using the information from her obituary that says she was 90 years of age when she died in 1903. The 1900 census gives January 1815 as her date of birth. (Alice's headstone says 1818 but we know this is incorrect.) Alice was the daughter of Alexander McIlvoy and Mary Magdalene McConley. She and her family arrived on the shores of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania aboard the "North Star" out of Liverpool, England on 28 August 1818. In all the years of my research involving hundreds of ancestors between our two families, Alice was the latest immigrant to come to the United States. Others had arrived here 100 to 200 years earlier. Not one relative I have traced on either side arrived here late enough to have come through Ellis Island in the late 1800s.

What I’d really like to know are the details of the journey of the McIlvoy family between the date of their arrival at Philadelphia's port and the end of that journey which placed them squarely in the middle of the Commonwealth of Kentucky in the precinct of Mackville near Springfield in Washington County where Abraham Lincoln's parents were married just a few years earlier. That’s a long way by wagon train, lots of obstacles….mountains, Indians, etc. Yet they show up there as early as 1820, just two years after their arrival in the U.S. Did they come in the tide of one of the great Catholic migrations from the North?

In 1840, when Alice was about 27 years old she married William B. Logsdon. She was William's second wife. His first wife, Nancy Ann Worland, had been dead almost 2 years and William already had 10 children when he and Alice were married at St. Rose Church in Springfield. Before 1860 Alice would give William ten more children! Their large family lived for many years on a farm known as the Horse Shoe Bend Farm on the Little Beech River.

In 1870 we find William and Alice in the neighboring county of Marion in the precinct of Loretto. They were living in this precinct until William's death in 1882. Sometime before 1900 Alice moved to the precinct of Chicago in the same county and in the 1900 census her spinster daughter Mariah Louise is living with her. Alice died in 1903 and was buried alongside her husband in the old St. Mary's cemetery in Lebanon. I believe Alice's first name may have been Margaret. She is listed as "Peggy" (a nickname for Margaret) on the immigration lists and one of her grandsons, on his father's death certificate, listed his grandmother's name as "Margurite". But, like so many Catholics, Alice was known by her middle name.

Alice's obituary below is taken from "The News-leader" (Springfield, Kentucky) Thursday, August 6, 1903.

"The remains of Mrs. Alice McIlvoy Logsdon who died in Chicago, Ky., were brought to St. Mary's, Marion County last Monday for burial. She died on August 1st and was 90 years of age. The deceased had lived many years of her life in this county where she has children and grandchildren and a number of nephews and nieces living. She was the sister of the late Daniel McIlvoy and widow of William Logsdon who lived for a number of years on the Little Beech in this county on the farm known as the Horse Shoe Bend farm. Mrs. Logsdon was born in Belfast, Ireland and came to this county at an early age. She was a woman of fine character and noted for her charity and kindness of heart."

Alice is buried at St. Mary, Lebanon, Marion Co., Kentucky, Section J, Card 61, Section #40






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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

In the beginning......


It is only appropriate that I begin my genealogical blog with an introduction to the man who was responsible for piquing my interest in my ancestry; the man who was my paternal great grandfather, Oliver Morton Wallen.

Oliver was born in 1870 in Wabd, Rockcastle county, Kentucky. He was a Farmer, a School Teacher and a Preacher. He started writing a diary before he was 30 years old. At the beginning he simply wrote from memory those things from his birth to the time he started keeping a daily log in the last months of 1899. For the next 7 years he rarely missed a day in writing some small excerpt about his daily activities. Oliver died in 1905 from the same disease that killed his mother and eventually, all eight of his siblings, Tuberculosis. So Oliver died young, only 37 years old, but he left an incredible story for us in his diary. The "saga" of the original diary is a story in itself and I will talk of that later.

Sometime around 1982 my great Aunt Sula, also a genealogist, gave to various relatives copies of her condensed translation of her father's (Oliver's) diary. About 1995 my Father gave me his copy of this diary and with that and an early computer, I started on my journey. It was slow to start as I had no one to teach me the proper methods. I bought the popular Family Tree Maker (FTM) program and installed it on my computer and picked away at it...starting with myself and working backwards.

In 1997 my husband Mike and I sold our home of 19 years in Seminole Heights (Tampa, Florida) and moved our family to Lutz, a semi-rural community (or used to be!) just a few miles north. Our new place was small and we had two teenagers at home so I set up my research area in the somewhat spacious laundry room. It was a great spot, very compact and everything in reach. Still, my research was very amateur and one day when I had added 200 people to my FTM program a note popped up on my computer asking if I wanted to add my little Tree to a FTM CD. Without thinking, I impulsively hit "Yes". I only did that once in all the years since but that impulsive decision spawned one of those small miracles that some often call "serendipity". Of course, I know that every one of those small miracles are acts of God. After all, it is obvious God places a great importance on genealogy because He put all those "begats" in the Bible!

On January 1, 1998 I received a phone call from my Dad's first cousin, Charlie. I had never met Charlie but it turned out that he had purchased the FTM CD with my Tree on it and upon discovering I was Family, he immediately started a search to track me down. Some might not think that his finding me was a miracle, but I know it was. From that moment, on that afternoon of the first day of 1998, Charlie and I became close cohorts in our family research until his death on October 14, 2009. In those 11 years we corresponded nearly every day and often many, many times a day. I will write more about Charlie at another time. SHARE