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Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Jens Adolph Thomsen aka James Adolph Thompson

Born: 22 Oct 1860 in Åby, Århus, Denmark
Married: 15 Dec 1889 in Bush Valley, Apache County, Arizona Territory to Sarah Etta Mortenson
Died: 16 Oct 1926 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah
Buried: 19 Oct 1926 in the Salt Lake City Cemetery
Oldest son of Hans Adolph Thomsen and Karen Karoline Sorensen

I have never seen a life story for Jens and so I decided to write one up myself.  If anyone that is reading this notices any errors or anything they think needs added to his story, please let me know.

Jens was the third child of his parents.  His parents had heard about the Mormon’s and soon listened to some missionaries and were both baptized in Denmark in 1861.  By 1863 they had gathered enough money for the family to leave and go to Zion.  So Jens along with his father, mother and three sister’s left from Denmark and made their way to England and the port of Liverpool.   From Hans A. Thomsen’s record book he states: “30th of April 1863 traveled from Aarhus with my family.  Making their way down the coast of Jutland to the River Kiel then across the sea to Hull, England and from there through England to Liverpool where they were housed in a large barn like structure for two days, along with many other Saints.” 

Hans was 28, Karen was 29, Mette Marie was 6, Ane Marie was 3, Jens Adolph was 2 and Sofie Frederikke was 1, when they left Liverpool for New York City.  They sailed onboard the B. S. Kimball, leaving Liverpool on May 8, 1863.  After a crossing of approximately 5 weeks they arrived in New York Harbor on June 13 and were permitted to come ashore on June 15, 1863. 

There were 657 members of the Mormon Church onboard this vessel.  Four deaths occurred during the crossing and two babies were born and a number of couples were married during the voyage.  In the evening of the same day they were allowed off the ship the emigrants continued by train to Albany, New York.  The company then proceeded to Florence, Nebraska from which place the journey across the plains was to begin for them.  Jens and his family crossed the plains in the John F. Sanders, Company in a wagon drawn by oxen leaving on June 6, 1863 and arriving in the Salt Lake Valley in the first week of September, a journey of almost three months.

We know from Hans Adolph Thomsen’s journal that they lost their three little girls to death along the way to Zion.  I am sure this was a very traumatic time for young Jens.  He may not have known exactly what was happening being as young as he was, but I am sure he would have noticed the somber countenance of his parents and others who lost children along the way.  He would have also realized his sisters were no longer with them in their wagon.

From a letter dated March 25, 1900 from Hans Adolph Thomsen in Colonia Pacheco, Mexico to a Brother Petersen, Hans wrote the following about the crossing to Utah.  “We got on a steamboat on the Missouri River, where a little boy drowned.  Kjarkens Tims came to the river where we left the steamboat and went to Florence.  We waited there while everything was finished to depart across the country with ox teams.  I had a little girl who died there and an older one died when we had traveled about 200 miles.  Our oldest daughter died when we were between Salt Lake City and Lehi.  Over 60 children died in this company.  On this trip our Captain’s name was John Sanders from Fairview, Sanpete County.  We arrived at Salt Lake on the 5th of September.”

They had left Denmark a family of six and by the time they arrived in Utah and were on their way south to Sanpete County, they were down to just the three of them, Jens, his father, Hans and his mother, Karen.  A new country, a new language and a new religion.  They soon found them a place and settled in the little town of Fountain Green.  Soon more children arrived to not replace, but to help with the loss of the three little girls.  The first child born to Hans and Karen after they got to Utah was a little girl, who as was Danish costume was given all the names of her sisters who had died before she was born, thus Ane Mettie Marie Sofie Frederikke, fifth daughter of Hans and Karen was born on June 13, 1864 in Fountain Green.  She died in childbirth with her third child.  Followed by Karoline who died when she was two, Hanssina, Soren Christian, Hyrum Adolph (murdered by Apache Indians when he was 18) and Peder Engmar (Peter Elmer, my husband, Roy’s grandfather).

For the next 18 years the family lived there in Sanpete County or at the fort in Monroe, as Indians were still rather wild during this time.  

Jens, father, Hans was a soldier in the Black Hawk Wars there in Utah and was wounded quite severely.  The following is the story as told by his daughter, Mary Ann Thomsen Hawkins, who gave the story as told by her father.  “After being hit by a flying arrow, he dropped to the side of his horse thus using the animal as a shield to his body, but was shot in the thigh that held him to the horse.  He was very weak from loss of blood and prayed for strength to get through.”  From another source the following is told: Journal History, page 3, April 5, 1868 states, “A company under Frederick Olson, numbering 22 men and 4 boys with 15 wagons were on their way to reopen one of the settlements in Sevier County.  On April 5 near Rocky Ford on Sevier River early in the afternoon they found they were being followed by the Indians.  They immediately corralled their animals to prevent a stampede and prepared for an attack.  An express was started to Gunnison and Richfield, one man to the former and two to the latter.  On the express to Richfield one man, Adolph Thomsen, was mounted on a tired horse which the Indians soon detected, pursued him and he had to turn back.  Another party of Indians tried to cut him off, when five men from the camp came to his rescue; but not before he received a bullet in the right thigh and an arrow in the left side.  He had to have part of his right foot amputated because the bullet in his thigh cut cords, nerves and veins running to his toes. “

Jens would have been eight years old when his father was wounded during the war, yet another traumatic event in this young boy’s life.  Things were not easy in the territory of Utah during his growing up years.  In the spring of 1869 the Thomsen’s moved to Spring City, also in Sanpete County, where Hans acquired a lot.   Though badly crippled he managed with Karen’s and Jens help to fence his lot with poles cut and brought from the hills and to support his family. 

I believe the following pictures of Jens and his parents was probably taken in the mid to late 1870’s, as Jens looks like he is probably about 14 to 16 years of age.

In 1875 Jens, father, Hans was asked to take a wife in polygamy, Jensine Christensen.  This woman had been married previously in Denmark, but her husband was a drunk and very abusive.  She had a young son who was just an infant when his father came home drunk one night and killed him.  Soon after she meet Mormon missionaries, joined the church and came to Zion.

Hans and Jensine had two daughters together, Mary Ann Thomsen, who was born a couple of weeks after Peder Engmar and Christena Alvina who was born two years later.  Now the family was up to eight living children.   Karen and her children lived on Polk Street and Jensine and her girls lived on Walnut Street just around the block from each other.

Hans was called during General Conference to go to St. Johns, Apache County, Arizona on April 6, 1881 in Salt Lake City.  Soon afterward accompanied by his 21-year-old son, Jens and 9-year-old Soren, they started for St. Johns.  When they reached the Colorado River it was too high to cross. They turned back and worked some time in a valley at or near Pioche on a railroad grading job.  They had left Spring City on September 20, 1881 and arrived in November of 1881 in St. Johns. 

Early in the spring of 1882 Hans, Jens and Soren returned to Spring City for the rest of the family. They traveled down to St. George where they stopped and did some temple work.  They had two four-horse outfits with wagons loaded to capacity with household goods, machinery and supplies driven by Hans and Jens, also a camp wagon with a single span of horses driven by Karen.  They had some saddle horses and twenty or thirty head of cows and heifers driven by Hyrum and Peter.  From St. George they traveled through Kanab, Fredonia, Kaibab Forest and Horse Rock Valley to the Colorado River.  It was a time of high water and they had to use a small boat because the big ferry was unmanageable in the swollen stream.  They had to unload everything, take the wagons apart, load them on the boat, ferry across, unload, reassemble the wagons, take the goods across and reload them, then swim the horses and cattle across.  After the river crossing came the long hard pull out of the canyon over Buckskin Mountain and the rocky ridge call Lee’s Backbone.  They reached their destination in St. Johns the latter part of May 1882.

In 1884 Hans was again asked to take another wife in polygamy, Elizabeth Pedersen Nielsen.  They were married in St. George and this time she was a widow woman from Denmark who had six children.  Hans and Elizabeth never lived together as husband and wife, but Hans furnished a home for her and her children and took care of all of them.  These six children considered Hans their father and they and their descendants, thought the world of him for taking them all in.

There were now fourteen children in this family and Jens was the oldest, Thomsen boy, but two of the Nielsen boys were slightly older then him.  These boys would have all started working at a very early age, helping with the farming, and the day to day chores to keep everyone feed, clothed and a roof over their heads.

Hans was called again on February 18, 1885 in St. Johns to go to Mexico and the colonies there that had been set up for the Saints.  Hans, took his wife, Elizabeth and two of her children and left for Mexico on March 22, 1885 and arrived in Colonia Juarez Wednesday, July 22nd having stopped along the way to work at various places.  Seemingly they arrived just in time to assist in laying out the now present site of Colonia Juarez.  As Fred Nielsen stated, “with a tool 16-foot-long of his own design and making Thomsen and Brother Moffat surveyed the ditches for the town and I was stake boy.”

In January of 1887, Hans returned to St. Johns for Jensine and their two daughters and started for Mexico.  They stopped in Deming, New Mexico for three months where Hans hauled freight.  While here they lived in a tent and daughter Mary Ann, told of an earthquake which rattled the harness hung on a stake near the tent.  In 1889 Hans returned to St, Johns for Karen, their three-year-old granddaughter Annie, sons Hyrum and Peter and step-son Fred Nielsen; all began their journey down to Mexico.  Karen drove a span of mules with the camp wagon.  Hans drove a four-horse outfit, while the boys handled the loose horses and cattle.

They traveled by way of Fort Apache, on down the White and Black Rivers to Gila, which was so high they could not cross with the wagon.  Here they ran out of bread so Hans swam his horse across, went to San Carlos and brought back 50 pounds of flour.  They traveled about fifty miles off the direct route to visit Jens, who was hauling lumber with a big team of horses, named Tip and Snip, using two wagons so as to haul more each trip.

Jens, now called Jim, was now in his twenties and he was hauling lumber, working as a cowboy and any other jobs he could find, but he was soon to find a young girl who would try and settle him down to one place.  Sarah Etta Mortenson was almost 13 years younger than Jim, but their families had known each other since at least 1863 as they crossed on the same ship and with the same wagon company and all lived in Spring City at one time.

Sarah and her family had left Utah after the 1880 census and went to Arizona where they lived in Bush Valley in Apache County.   I am not sure exactly how or when Jim ran into the Mortenson family again, but on December 15, 1889 in Bush Valley he and Sarah were married.

Jim was off working most of the time and was never really at home much to help Sarah with their children.  Jim and Sarah eventually had eleven children in their 37 years of marriage, before Jim died. Their children were: Violetta who was born in Bush Valley February 9, 1891; Caroline who was born in Luna, New Mexico June 19, 1893 as was James Adolph Jr. on August 17, 1895 and Elmer on December 2, 1897; Ernest and Etta who were twins were born down in Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico on September 7, 1900 as was Mable Sophia on June 24, 1903; Clara Vernell was born in Douglas, Cochise County, Arizona on January 7, 1906 as was Ida Leona on August 15, 1908 and Zina on July 24, 1911 and Floyd M. on August 18, 1914.

While Jim’s parents were living in Mexico on a cool Sunday morning, September 19, 1892 renegade Apache Indians raided the ranch where Jim’s parents, his little brothers, Hyrum, age 18 and Peter, age 14 and his little niece, Annie, age 6, were living.  His father, Hans had left early Saturday morning to go with others to help harvest crops at the different ranches in the area, so Karen and the children were there by themselves.  Hyrum and Peter had gone out to do their normal morning chores, feed and water the animals, while Karen and her granddaughter, Annie were inside getting breakfast ready. Suddenly shots rang out and Hyrum fell dead in the corral and Peter fell has well.  Karen and Annie ran out when they heard the shots. I can only imagine her horror to see both of her young sons lying in what she was assuming was death out near the corrals.  She hurriedly hid little Annie under her dress when the Indians noticed her and came and bashed her head in with a rock.  Somehow little Annie stayed under her skirts.  Peter who was not dead, but severely wounded had somehow managed to drag himself under the chicken coop.

When the Indians came out of the house after raiding it, and saw that one of the boys was no longer lying where he had fell, immediately saddled up and took off in case he had gone for help.  Little Annie had crawled out from under her grandmother’s dress when Peter motioned for her to come to him.  They hid there for a while until they were sure the Indians were gone, before they went for help. Peter was shot and had lost a lot of blood and so could not go very far before he told Annie she would have to go on without him.  Remarkably it was Sarah’s father, James Mortenson, who was also living in the area, who felt prompted that something was wrong at the Thomsen Ranch and found little Annie in the dusk of the evening, walking towards him all covered in blood.  He sent out the alarm to all the adjoining ranches and got a wagon and went for Peter, who lay almost dead for over a month before he was finally able to get up and around again.

In 1910 Jim and Sarah and their children were listed on the federal census in Whitewater which is about 30 miles north of Douglas and where Sarah continued to live until the day she died on November 26, 1957.  She is buried at the Whitewater Cemetery on Mormon Road in Elfrida, Cochise County, Arizona.

Jim did not have an easy life; from the time he was small until he was a grown man tragedy seem to dog his every footstep.  We do not know his mind or what demons he had to deal with, but it seems to have caused him to wonder off on his own more and more frequently.

Sometime around 1914, Jim left home again and where he went is not exactly known at this time, but he ended up in Salt Lake City and that is where he was living when he died on October 16, 1926 and was buried at the Salt Lake City Cemetery which is up in the avenues area of Salt Lake.   He was at the County Infirmary when he died and a stranger was the informant on his death certificate.

These next two pictures are of Jim and Sarah, not sure when they were taken but you can tell they were older.

A number of years ago Wallace and Ruth Thompson, grandson of Jim and Sarah, ask me if I could help them locate his grave because they were going to be coming up from Arizona and wanted to go and see where he was buried.  I was able to find his grave and he did not have a tombstone at that time, so Wallace and Ruth had one made for him so that others could now find his grave.  The following is a picture of that tombstone that I took back in 2014.

Aren’t we glad we were born during this time, our trials maybe be different, but I am not sure I could have dealt very well with what Jens/Jim had to deal with from a very young age.  Never judge someone if you have never walked in their shoes, we don’t know what they may have gone through.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

John Franklin Evans

This story is about my husband’s, great-aunt, Althera McNeil’s second husband, John Franklin ‘Jack’ Evans.  Who was Jack Evans, and where did he really come from?  The first mention I ever find where I know it is really him is from an old newspaper article taken from The Argus in Holbrook, Arizona issue dated October 2, 1897.  It is talking about how Jack and Miss Belle Brewer had gotten married in Pinedale on September 28th at her parent’s place and says the following: “Mr. Evans shows what a man of thrift and enterprise may do.  He struck this place some six month ago with a burro and a corn cob pipe.  Now he has a wife and a half interest in a sawmill.” 

Other papers dated between 1897 and 1905 mention Jack as farming, moving from Taylor to Pinedale and back.  One paper mentions his wife having a son, which would have been their second son, John Franklin Evans, Jr. with Belle Brewer in 1900.   In another article in February of 1901 it states that Jack is home from the Gila where he has been since before Christmas. 

Then in March 1905 the paper mentions that Jack’s wife Belle has died.  I have yet to find any more mention of Jack in the papers anywhere in the state of Arizona after this article.  Anna Belle Brewer Evans dies on March 25, 1905 at Taylor in Navajo County, Arizona probably of the diphtheria that their two sons, Arthur Joseph Evans, died December 24, 1904 and Roy Edward Evans, died January 1, 1905 had died of barely three months before Belle’s death.  She had also given birth to her last son on December 12, just 12 days before her son Arthur had died, so it could have been complications of the birth that caused her demise too.  All three, Belle, Arthur and Roy are buried at the Taylor Cemetery in Taylor, Navajo County, Arizona.

Their tombstones have them all dying in 1904, but the only one who died in 1904 was Arthur and he was born in 1898 not 1897 and Roy was born in 1902 not 1901.   It makes me wonder if these tombstones were placed years after their death.  The above newspaper clipping is from the Holbrook Argus in Holbrook, Arizona issue dated April 1, 1905 which says that Belle had just died that past Sunday.

Jack and Belle had four sons born to them, Arthur Joseph Evans on June 25, 1898; John Franklin Evans, Jr. on March 20, 1900; Roy Edward Evans on March 15, 1902 and Ira Dewitt Evans on December 12, 1904.  John Jr. and Ira ‘Dee’ lived to have families of their own.  John Franklin Evans Jr. died April 25, 1977 in San Francisco, California and Ira Dewitt ‘Dee’ Evans died September 15, 1982 in Stockton, California.

A little over a month after Belle’s death, Jack remarried to a widow woman, Althera McNeil Petersen, whose husband, Vigo Petersen had died on August 15, 1904 in Pinedale, Navajo County, Arizona.  Althera had one daughter, Mary Frances Petersen, 1900-1967, at the time of her marriage to Jack Evans.

Jack and Althera were married on May 5, 1905 in Pinetop, Navajo County, Arizona.  Shortly after their marriage Jack took his two sons, John Jr. and Ira along with his new bride, Althera and her daughter, Mary Frances, and went to Colonia Morelos, Sonora, Mexico where Althera’s parents and some of her siblings had gone to live.  Jack’s mother-in-law, Betsey Crandall Brewer McCleve, Belle’s mother, according to family stories was not happy that her two grandsons were being taken so far from her and she prayed every day that she would live to see them again.

The following year Jack and Althera had the first of their three sons born to them.  Don Carlos Evans was born on February 9, 1906 in Colonia Morelos, Sonora, Mexico followed by Jesse Walter Evans on December 22, 1908 at San Pedro Mines in Cumpas, Sonora, Mexico and their last son, Logan Daniel Evans on January 11, 1908 at Halstead Ranch in Cos, Sonora, Mexico.  Althera’s father, John Corlett McNeil, had died of a stroke in Colonia Morelos, Sonora, Mexico in 1909 and her mother, Mary Ann Smith McNeil had gone back up to Arizona and was living and working in Douglas, Cochise County, Arizona.

The Mexican Revolution was going full swing and so around 1911 or so Jack and Althera and their children came up out of Mexico and back to Arizona and were apparently in Douglas by at least November of 1912.  Althera’s mother had gone up to Utah that fall to take care of her aged parents when she received a telegram from her son-in-law, Peter Elmer Thompson, Annie Frances’ husband (my husband, Roy’s grandparents), that said: "Douglas, Ariz. Nov. 23, 1912 to Mrs. Mary A. McNeil, Porterville, Utah Altha is very low may not live.  Annie".   Seven days later Althera died in Douglas on November 30, 1912 and was buried there in the Douglas City Cemetery.  John Evans ‘Jack’ was the informant on the death certificate.  Mary Ann Smith McNeil, Althera’s mother, was not able to get back home for the funeral and so she had stayed in Utah with her parents and was up there for at least another year after Althera’s death.

While at the McNeil Family Reunion in Showlow, Arizona in 2013 we started a collection to place tombstones at the graves of some of the McNeil’s and their extended family who did not have one.  Althera’s was one of those who did not have a marker.  We were able to get enough money to place markers on four graves, three of them in Douglas, Arizona.  Althera McNeil Peterson Evans, Alice Smith Gatliff and her husband Charles Gatliff who was Althera’s aunt and uncle and one in Salt Lake City.  The one in Salt Lake City was Althera’s great-grandmother, Mary Etchells Smith Dale.

I know that by June 30, 1913 Jack’s mother-in-law, Betsey Crandall Brewer McCleve, had all five of Jack’s sons, Belle’s boys, and Althera’s boys living with her in Taylor, Navajo County, Arizona as I find them listed on the Arizona, School Census Records for that year.  Where Jack went after this time is not known.  The last official record I have for him is being the informant on Althera’s death certificate and then I don’t pick him up again for certain until the 1930 census when he has apparently remarried to a woman named, Gertrude Agnes Sawyer and they are living in Florence, Pinal County, Arizona.

Where was Jack from November 1912 until I found him again in April of 1930 on the census records?  For almost 18 years he is missing from any records that he would normally have been on.  Jack’s sons all stay in the Navajo County, Arizona area for the most part until they are old enough to go out on their own.  Did he go back down to Mexico; or did he leave Arizona for another state?  The 1900 and the 1930 census state he was born in New York and his father was born in England and his mother was born in Scotland.  Census, tax records and his death certificate put his birth year anywhere from 1855 to 1865, but his birthplace of New York stays consistent.

His son, Ira Dewitt Evans, was the informant on his death certificate and he said his father was born in New York City in 1855.  The two census records, 1900 and 1930, place his birth year in 1857, though.  Ira also, says that Jack’s parents were both born in Ireland and that Jack’s fathers name was also John Franklin Evans, but his mother’s name was listed as unknown on the certificate.  The death certificate asks how long had the deceased lived in Arizona and the record says for 40 years which would put the year he arrived in the state at 1897 which matches up with the newspaper article in October of 1897 which stated he had first showed up in the area 6 months before.

John Franklin ‘Jack’ Evans died in Williams, Coconino County, Arizona on March 7, 1937.  His last wife Gertrude Agnes Sawyer, died the following year on January 1, 1938 and they are both buried in the Williams Cemetery, but there are no tombstones to mark their graves.  Jack’s son Ira Dewitt Evans was the informant on Gertrude’s death certificate as well.  So far I have not been able to locate a marriage record for Jack and Gertrude, if I could I would at least know a place to look for more records on him.

Jack must have kept in touch with his sons somehow because by 1934, Ira Dewitt Evans, son of Belle and Don Carlos Evans, son of Althera, were both living in Williams, Coconino County, Arizona and Ira was the informant on both his father and step-mother’s death certificates.  Ira was still living there in Williams in 1940, but Don Carlos had moved to California sometime after 1935 and was living in Fresno.

The following map shows Navajo County, Arizona and the towns where Jack, his wife Belle and wife Althera, all lived in at different times throughout the years as well as their sons.  I have circled the towns where they are mentioned as being in the most.  I circled Holbrook since that is where the paper was located that mentioned Jack Evans from 1897 to 1905.

Why am I writing about an in-law and not a blood relative this time?  The reason is because I received an email from a man who is friends with one of Althera’s grandsons.  This man is helping Althera’s grandson find out more about his family and in particular more about Jack Evans.  This grandson had heard a story when he was a young man in Arizona from an older gentleman who had known his grandfather, Jack Evans.  This older gentleman told him that Jack Evans was really Jesse Evans, the infamous/notorious bad man from the Lincoln County War in New Mexico in 1878.

From Wikipedia and for those that are not familiar with the Lincoln County War.  “It was an Old West conflict between rival factions in 1878 in New Mexico Territory.   The feud became famous because of the participation of a number of notable figures of the Old West, including Billy the Kid, sheriffs William Brady and Pat Garrett, cattle rancher John Chisum, lawyer and businessman Alexander McSween, and the organized-crime boss Lawrence Murphy.  The conflict arose between two factions over the control of dry goods and cattle interests in the county. 

The Murphy-Dolan faction were allied with Lincoln County Sheriff Brady, and supported by the Jesse Evans Gang.  The Tunstall-McSween faction organized their own posse of armed men, known as the Regulators, to defend their position, and had their own lawmen, town constable Richard M. Brewer and Deputy US Marshal Robert A. Widenmann.  The conflict was marked by back-and-forth revenge killings, starting with the murder of Tunstall by members of the Jesse Evans Gang.  Lawrence Murphy and Dolan also enlisted the John Kinney Gang, Seven Rivers Warriors and the Jesse Evans Gang, and their job was mainly to harass and rustle cattle from Tunstall's and Chisum's ranches, as well as being the faction's hired guns.  Frank Warner Angel, a special investigator for the Secretary of the Interior, later determined that Tunstall was shot in "cold blood" by Jesse Evans, William Morton, and Tom Hill.”  The article on Wikipedia goes on to tell some more about this conflict, but for now I will just stop with this part.

Here is what I have found out about Jesse Evans so far, from an official record and not just hearsay or fictionalized stories.  Taken from the Texas, Convict and Conduct Registers, 1875-1945 at Ancestry.com = Jesse Evans, age 27 (1853), born in Missouri, Register #9078, Huntsville Penitentiary, 5 foot 3/8 inches tall, 150 pounds, fair complexion, gray eyes and light hair.  He has two large scars on his left thigh, one full scar above his left elbow and another below his left elbow.  Not married, doesn't smoke (that seems unusual for the time), habits it says Int. (I am not sure what that means), occupation laborer, conviction date October 16, 1880 for murder & robbery, sentenced to 10 years for murder and 10 years for robbery for a total of 20 years, when arrested he was living in Fort Davis, Presidio County, Texas and his release date was scheduled for October 16, 1900.  However, he escaped on May 23, 1882 and he was never found and it is not known whatever happen to him. 

The following are copies of the two records found in this resource.

I have ordered a book entitled, Jessie Evans, Lincoln County Badman (The Early West) -1983- by Grady E. McCright.  I have heard this book is very well researched and so I am hoping there may be some clues to either prove or disprove that John Franklin Evans was Jesse Evans or he wasn’t.  I have also found a three pictures online that are purported to be of Jesse Evans, but none are 100% for certain really him.  The first picture is supposed to be Jesse Evans on the left and two of his gang in the 1870’s, but their names are not known.  The second picture is supposed to be of Jesse Evans and an unknown woman in about 1870.  The last picture is also supposed to be of Jesse Evans, but year is unknown, however I would place it in the 1870’s as well.  So far I do not know if a picture of John Franklin Evans exists or not, but I am on the lookout for one.

If our John Franklin Evans, aka Jack Evans, was really Jesse Evans, then he found a good place to hide amongst a bunch of Mormons in Arizona.  However, Jesse Evans had escaped from Huntsville Penitentiary in Texas in 1882 and Jack doesn’t show up in Arizona at least not that we know of until 1897.  Where was Jack/Jesse for those 15 years between 1882 and 1897?  Jack’s first two wives came from Mormon families, so it makes me think he must have been a smooth talker, because he wasn’t a Mormon and Belle was 23 years younger and Althera was 28 years younger than Jack.  Jack’s last known wife, Gertrude was 11 years younger than him.  If indeed Jack was really born in 1855, but add two more years if he was really Jesse and born in 1853, like the prison records say, either way he was a lot older then the three wives we know about.

What made these women, Belle, Althera and Gertrude, choose a man like Jack?  I know times were different back then and you had to do what you had to do to survive.  You would think if he had really been Jesse Evans, who from all accounts was one really bad hombre, and who murder was a common theme in his life, that they would not have given him a second look or even been around him to begin with.  Was Jack hiding from something or someone, without even being Jesse Evans?  He apparently just shows up out of the blue one day and smiles his way into a partnership of a sawmill and a young bride, then a little over seven years later he marries a young widow woman. 

Where was he before 1897 and where was he after 1912 and before 1930 and was his name really John Franklin Evans?  I know that Jack and Jesse were common nicknames for men named John back in those days, but is that just a coincidence?  I have been searching through old journals and life stories looking for any clues I can and if I find out more I will be sure and update this story.

So, what was it about Jack that drew these three women to him?  I am sure we will never really know, but I will keep digging to see what else I might find about this mysterious man.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Lydia Gundia

This woman is not related to me but lived with some of my family from my Mom’s side for at least 35 years or longer, so the story goes.  Her name was Lydia Gundia and the story goes that she was a Cherokee Indian and was on the Trail of Tears and fell sick or injured along the wayside near Wayne County, Illinois when the Indians, the Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw, Creek and Seminole were being taken to present day Oklahoma in the 1830’s.   Again according to different family stories, the family of Philip and Matilda Henson who lived nearby found her and nursed her back to health.  She was so grateful for their help that she stayed with the family and helped with household chores and around the farm, until the day she died and according to her tombstone it was after the harvest in 1866.  The stories I have heard always said she was an old Indian woman when they found her, but if the 1850 census is correct she would have only been in her early to mid-30’s depending on exactly what year she was found and if the age in 1850 is close to being correct.

Lydia is listed on the 1850 census with Philip and Matilda Henson and their family.  According to the 1850 census she was 48 years old born in Tennessee and is listed as a mulatto and living in the home of Philip Henson and his wife Matilda McKinney.  Since she is listed on the census records that would almost have to mean that she was free if she were really mulatto.  However, Indians were oft times also listed as mulatto, so there is really no way to know for certain other than the old family stories.

So far I have not been able to locate Lydia or Matilda on the 1860 census and I know both of them did not die until after 1860.  My 5th great-granduncle, Philip Henson took off and left his family with some young woman sometime after April 25, 1855 and was never heard from again.  Philip would have been at least 65 when he left.  The story goes on to say that he went to Missouri it was thought.  The family placed a tombstone for Philip at the Henson Family Graveyard and put the date of April 25, 1855 as his death date, but this date, according to the family stories is the day he left with THAT WOMAN!!!!  J

Where the Trail of Tears crossed along Southern Illinois is a bit further south than from where Lydia was supposedly found by the Henson’s near Wayne County. Illinois.   I did a map quest for directions and we are looking at about a 90 miles’ difference from the trail route across Southern Illinois up to Wayne County.   So was Lydia really on the Trail of Tears?  Had she escaped and worked her way north and then got sick, or was she just an Indian from that area or even an escaped slave who passed herself as an Indian so she wouldn’t have to be sent back?  These question will probably never be answered with any degree of certainty.

Lydia is buried close to the woman she helped for over 30 years, Matilda McKinney Henson in the Family Graveyard in Wayne County, Illinois.  The following stones have been placed to mark Lydia’s burial place.

Just a little history about what is known as the Trail of Tears follows along with a map and was found on www.wikipedi.org.   “In 1831, the Choctaw became the first Nation to be removed, and their removal served as the model for all future relocations.  After two wars, many Seminoles were removed in 1832. The Creek removal followed in 1834, the Chickasaw in 1837, and lastly the Cherokee in 1838.  (If Lydia really was Cherokee then she must have come through during 1838/1839.)  In the winter of 1838 the Cherokee began the 1,000-mile march with scant clothing and most on foot without shoes or moccasins. The march began in Red Clay, Tennessee the location of the last Eastern capital of the Cherokee Nation. Because of the diseases, the Indians were not allowed to go into any towns or villages along the way; many times this meant traveling much farther to go around them.  

After crossing Tennessee and Kentucky, they arrived at the Ohio River across from Golconda in Southern Illinois about the third of December 1838. Here the starving Indians were charged a dollar a head (equal to $22.22 today) to cross the river on "Berry's Ferry" which typically charged twelve cents, equal to $2.67 today.  They were not allowed passage until the ferry had serviced all others wishing to cross and were forced to take shelter under "Mantle Rock," a shelter bluff on the Kentucky side, until "Berry had nothing better to do".  Many died huddled together at Mantle Rock waiting to cross.  Several Cherokee were murdered by locals. 

As they crossed Southern Illinois, on December 26, Martin Davis, Commissary Agent for Moses Daniel's detachment, wrote: "There is the coldest weather in Illinois I ever experienced anywhere. The streams are all frozen over something like 8 or 12 inches thick.  We are compelled to cut through the ice to get water for ourselves and animals.  It snows here every two or three days at the farthest. We are now camped in Mississippi [River] swamp 4 miles from the river, and there is no possible chance of crossing the river for the numerous quantity of ice that comes floating down the river every day.  We have only traveled 65 miles on the last month, including the time spent at this place, which has been about three weeks.  It is unknown when we shall cross the river...."  It eventually took almost three months to cross the 60 miles on land between the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers.  The trek through Southern Illinois is where the Cherokee suffered most of their deaths. “

Unfortunately, other than the old family stories I don’t know much else about Lydia.  Her tombstone has the dates 1805-1866.  She apparently died after the harvest at least that is what it says on her tombstone, so she apparently died in the fall of 1866.  Matilda McKinney Henson followed just a few months later on February 21, 1867.  The following is a picture I found online that says it is of Matilda McKinney Henson (Mangel-Shepherd Family Tree on Ancestry.com) and also a picture of her marker.  I wish there was a picture of Lydia too.

From the family stories that have been told and from the markers that have been placed for Lydia, she must have been very well thought of, a friend indeed.  People can be cruel no matter their color, black, red, or white, we just need to be good to everyone and do not let color get in the way.  The world would be such a better place if everyone got along, like it seems that Lydia and Matilda did.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

My Mother the Motivator

First off I want to think my new found cousin, Patti Waldron Cline, for letting me post these memories she wrote about her mother.  I really enjoyed how her mother would tell an ancestor story to get across a point, give a moral to a story or just to let her, Patti, know she came from someone special and she could do anything she wanted.  Patti's mom sounds like she was a wonderful lady.

One of the reasons I wanted to add Patti's story memories is because of the story she told about the Underground Railroad.  Since I have been writing stories this year about slavery and my ancestors, I thought a story about the Underground Railroad would fit right in.

The following is the story that Patti wrote.

"My mother was a fascinating, animated, walking talking history book and encyclopedia all wrapped into one.  She was an avid genealogist and proud Daughter of the American Revolution. She was so proud of her Quaker heritage and her Scots-Irish “industrious stand up for yourself open minded” way of thinking.

I was always hearing of one ancestor or another depending on how that ancestor’s story and situation in life related to my life at that moment.  My mother had a charming ability to make everything relevant and come to life.

When I was in my creative arts and globe building mind set I heard about my GG grandfather William Conrad Herider who held two patents.  One invention was on an “Improved Farm Gate” with a turnbuckle built in for straightening, granted: June 20th 1863, and the other is a “Blackboard and map case”. Patent number: 40035. Date granted: 9/22/1863.

I heard on Lincoln’s birthday how President Lincoln’s great-grandma was a STOUT, my 4th great grandma’s sister.

When I had writing assignments and lamented that I couldn’t do it,  I was introduced to my 4th great grandfather, Daniel Isgrigg who wrote three books; Hierglophic 1834, The Hoosier 1836, and his Biography in 1838. His hand written manuscript is in the Indiana Manuscript library.  Daniel was a friend of Thomas Jefferson’s and they wrote letters to one another discussing astronomy, religion, politics and other various topics. By God if he could write to President Jefferson and write books, then surely I could write a simple essay.

Rachel Stout Allen, my 4th great grandma was brought up as an example when I went to college and majored in Vocational Agriculture and Plant Science. In the North Carolina State Archives is Rachael’s herbal medical book with her recipes for remedies. She was an herbal doctor known as ‘the medicine woman” with so much knowledge of the value of plants for people and livestock. Everything that happened had some sort of historical family story that reinforced the point she was making.

I remember the school day when we learned about the Civil War, or War Between the States, depending on which side one supported. This was my mother’s “seize the moment” opportunity to share another story.

My mother’s people were all Quakers so they didn’t bare arms. My GG grandpa, Nathaniel Lynn Isgrigg served in the war so to speak, not with a rifle, but with his medical knowledge.  He was a doctor and cared for anyone who needed help.  His daughter Delcene Anne, (for whom I’m named) was 12 years old when the war broke out.  Grandma Del lived with my mother’s family when she was a little girl and this is what Grandma Del told my mother: “When I was 12 years old out doing chores I noticed a black man hiding in the wood shed. I was so frightened.  I ran right away to tell pa about the stranger hiding. Pa confided in me that we helped slaves escape.  I was to tell NO ONE.  Our people, the Friends, do not believe in owning people.  Helping escaped slaves was a death sentence if caught at that time so it was a big secret.”  My mother was always so impressed with the fact that a 12-year child old could be trusted with a life and death secret, and she was proud that her grandma shared this amazing story.  Of course we know today this is what’s known as the Underground Railroad.

My mom was always quick to point out that things are not one sided.  I was asked if the teacher that day also told about how General Sherman marched through the countryside and towns leaving a wake of death and destruction. Grandma Del remembered seeing Sherman’s men march through taking all the livestock and food and burning the barns.  I was reminded that the north had child labor and indentured servants living and working in filthy fire traps no better than slave labor, and to take what the teacher said with a huge grain of salt; A lesson in open minded thinking and not jumping to being too judgmental in life.

One day I decided to walk in the Lung Association fundraiser.  It was 18 miles.  I was wondering how I was going to make it as I wasn’t much into walking, but I did want to support the cause. Before I left that morning mom had this story for me. Your 3rd great grandmother Phebe Allen born in 1789 and lost her husband in 1826. She decided to migrate with the other Quakers who were leaving for Indiana.  She packed what she could manage, and rode side saddle carrying her new born infant who is your GG grandpa.  Her 11 other children walked all the way from Cane Creek, North Carolina to Indianapolis, Indiana.  The 468 miles took several days to get there. If those kids could walk 468 miles, you can manage 18 miles.

I was always amazed at how much my mother knew about her ancestors, and how her story telling timing was impeccable.  Feeling sorry for ones self or whining was unacceptable and not tolerated.

I recall right after we moved to Orange, I was given the choice to go to Orange High School or Villa Park High school. Orange High was an older school with an FHA Agriculture and plant science program which I loved.  Villa Park High was a new school with an excellent art program which I also loved.  Decisions.  I asked my mother for guidance. Here is the guidance I got.

She said, “In September of 1918 when your grandpa Orla Edmond Frazier had to register for the WWI draft he had an excruciating decision to make. Being Quaker, going to war bearing arms was against the teachings. He also was taught to be faithful and patriotic to his country. The world was at war and his country needed him. But fighting was against everything he was ever taught.” Mom continued,” My dad went to his father (your great-grandpa) Oliver Aaron Frazier (who also had to register that same month for the draft) for advice, his father told him this: “You have to make your own choices in life and make your own path. No one can choose for you, no one but you knows what is in your heart and what your can live with. Only you know. I will support whatever choice you make because you will make the right choice for yourself.”

Probably the most impressive ancestral story that my mother loved to tell, and I even use today to motivate myself is that of Penelope Van Price, b ~ 1622, my 8th great grandmother.   Whenever I was apprehensive, unbrave or unconfident in any endeavor, my mother the motivator got this powerful story out of her “bag of tricks”.

Penelope and her new husband and several Dutch settlers set sail for New Amsterdam about 1640. The ship hit a heavy storm, went off course, wrecked, and ran aground at Sandy Hook, what is now Monmouth County, NJ.   Everyone survived. All the passengers and crew set off for New Amsterdam on foot, abandoning Penelope on the beach with her very ill husband. The Indians found them on the beach, killed the husband and thought they had killed Penelope. The Indians had hacked her in the abdomen leaving her intestines hanging out and fractured her skull. She crawled to a hollow tree where hid until a few days later two Indians returned to check the dead white people.

The elder Indian had a small dog that found Penelope. The younger Indian wanted to kill her; however, the elder Indian disagreed and said that if she didn’t die the first time it was wrong to kill her now. The elder Indian took her back to the camp where his wife nursed Penelope back to health. She stayed with the Indians working, learning their language and their ways. They were very kind to her. Most accounts say she was with the Indians for a couple years. After a long time, some of her shipmates returned looking for her and asked the elder Indian for her return.  He said that it was her choice to stay with them or go back. She decided to return to her people and the old Indian took her back.  She met Richard Stout, was married and had ten children. She became the first liaison between the white settlers and the Navesink tribe of Leni Lenapi.

Penelope outlived Richard by twenty-seven years, dying in 1732, at the 110. By the time of her death, it is said that she was proud to be the multi great grandmother of five hundred, and two descendants.  It was told of her that she had always to wear a cap because of her scalp scar, and that she had no use of her left arm. Her knowledge of the Indian language, and the fact that she was a friend of the Indian who mended her wounds, no doubt was a great help to the little New Jersey settlement.

Every Stout descendant in America can thank their ancestor Penelope for her bravery, confidence and endurance. It is said that she told her family that she was never afraid of anything ever again.

These are some of her favorite stories to use as motivational material... there are so many more… but they will wait for phase two of my memories.

At the end of mom’s favorite motivational story, she always added, “If Penelope could make it through all that, then you can do what you need to do!” "

Since this is the Memorial Day weekend coming up I also wanted to include the story Patti tells about her father, Ed Waldron, who was a Pearl Harbor survivor in this video which a friend of hers did and placed on YouTube at this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekpvbNtNS8k

Mr. Waldron, thank you so much for your service and for the others who gave their lives for our freedom.  Patti’s father passed away in Fresno on April, 1, 2016 at the age of 96.

Thanks Patti for sharing some of your Mom's stories and thanks for letting me post them here.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

The Knowles Family


Delaware, Virginia, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Arkansas & Texas

The first Knowles related to me that I had ever run across was my 5th great-grandmother, Abigail Knowles who married my 5th great-grandfather, John Crow, on March 10, 1827 in Tuscaloosa County, Alabama.  For a long time, I did not know who Abigail’s parents were or who any of her siblings might have been.  It wasn’t until January of 2007, when I received an email from a lady who told me about Richard Knowles and Elizabeth Coombs, that I was finally able to put some of the pieces together for this family.  Since that time I have found quite a bit on the family and my DNA is matching up with other Knowles that came from this family as well.

From what I have been able to find so far, I believe Richard Knowles was the son of Zachariah Knowles and Anastasia Morris.   Some of the records I have been finding say they were from Sussex County, Delaware but I also find records that say they were in Virginia as well as South Carolina where in 1790 Anastasia was supposed to have died.  Zachariah supposedly did not die until about 1818 in Hancock County, Georgia.   Census records of Richard’s Knowles living children in 1880 state he was born in either Georgia, Maryland or Virginia, but Richard says in 1850 and 1860 that he was born in Virginia.   Also, there must have been some kind of eye problems in the family because in 1860, Richard is listed as blind and in 1880, his son Lemuel is listed as blind.

My ancestors, Abigail Knowles and John Crow, left Tuscaloosa County, Alabama sometime after their marriage in 1827 and were in Giles County, Tennessee on the 1830 census, then in Warren County, Tennessee by the 1840 census and by the 1850 census they were in Coffee County, Tennessee where John Crow died in 1855.  Sometime after John Crow’s death Abigail went with some of her daughters and their families to Texas living in Robertson County, Texas in 1860, but either during or shortly after the Civil War, Abigail and all of her family came back to Tennessee and settled back in Coffee County.  I know Abigail was still living in October of 1879 because the claim for her widow’s pension for John’s service during the War of 1812 was denied because no proof of his service could be found according to the pension board.  Abigail apparently died before the 1880 census was taken, as I have never found her with any of her children or by herself on that census.

The following are maps showing county outlines for the states of Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama and Georgia with the counties circled in red where these families lived through the years.  For this story they, meaning Richard and Elizabeth, started off in Columbia County, Georgia where Richard Knowles and Elizabeth Coombs were married on November 26, 1794 and where the majority of their children were born, except for at least the last two.  They then left sometime around 1816 stopping off in Hancock County, Georgia where their son William Matthew Knowles was born in 1818 and by 1820 they had arrived in Alabama and the county of Tuscaloosa where their last son Richard J. Knowles was born in 1820.

I believe there may have been more children, but all of the children that I know of for Richard Knowles and Elizabeth Coombs were the following: Abigail Knowles, 1798-before 1880; Lemuel K. Knowles, 1800-1882; Martha Knowles, 1806-1865; Jonathan Knowles, 1810-after 1834; Matilda E. Knowles, 1812-1873; Patience Knowles, 1814-1896; Sarah Jane Knowles, 1816-after 1837; William Matthew Knowles, 1818-1898; and Richard J. Knowles, 1820-after 1860.

The majority of the family stayed in Tuscaloosa County, Alabama for quite a few years.   After Richard Knowles wife, Elizabeth, died in 1835, Richard continued to live in Tuscaloosa County, but by 1850 he had moved to Drew County, Arkansas with his two youngest sons, William and Richard and their families.  Richard lived there in Drew County until his death in 1866.  Elizabeth Coombs Knowles was buried in the Skelton Cemetery in Tuscaloosa County, Alabama and Richard Knowles was buried in the Sixteenth Section Cemetery in Drew County, Arkansas the following is a picture of his tombstone.  The tombstone says born in Ireland, but I don’t believe that was really true.  Richard said Virginia in 1850 and 1860 and his children said Georgia or Maryland in 1880.

However, Lemuel K. Knowles of whom I will be talking about the most, left Alabama sometime after he was taxed in 1837 in Tuscaloosa County and before the 1840 census was taken when he shows up in Winston County, Mississippi where he lives for the next 20 some odd years, before he moved next door to Neshoba County, Mississippi where he continued to live until his death in 1882.   The following are the tombstones for Lemuel, his last wife Dorothy and two of their children Abigail and Richard.  They are all buried at the Oak Grove Baptist Cemetery in Neshoba County, Mississippi.

The reason I am telling the Knowles story this year along with my slaves and indentured servant stories is because of DNA and family stories that have been passed down.   I have now been contacted by at least four different people, who all trace their lineage back to my Abigail’s brother, Lemuel K. Knowles.  Lemuel had at least three sons with at least one of his slaves, before he was ever married to the first of his two wives.  From what I have been told the descendants of Lemuel, through this slave or slaves, all knew that their ancestors had been fathered by a white man and they also knew his name and where he was from.   The name of the slave woman/mother which has been passed down is Callie Randall.   Primus Knowles descendants say that Callie Randall was his mother and for now we are assuming she was the mother of the other two boys as well.  Callie was born in about 1805 in South Carolina and was still living in 1870 in Chickasaw County, Mississippi at least according to the census records.

Lemuel K. Knowles was born September 2, 1800 in Columbia County, Georgia and by 1820 his family had left Georgia and moved to Tuscaloosa County, Alabama where Lemuel continued to live until at least 1837.  From 1820 until 1837 he had at least six children born to him there in Tuscaloosa County.  The first three children, Claiborne Knowles, 1820-1888, Primus Knowles, 1822-before June 1900, and Louis Knowles, 1824-after 1880, were born to him by a slave woman, possibly all three were children of Callie Randall.  Lemuel’s next three children were by his first wife a Miss. Gamble who he married in about 1825.  These three children by Miss. Gamble were: William R. Knowles, 1828-????, James Knowles, 1836-???? and Renilla Knowles, 1837-????.   By 1840 Lemuel had moved all of his family over to Winston County, Mississippi where he and Miss. Gamble had at least three more children, Melvina Knowles, 1840-????, Rebecca Knowles, 1842-????, and Louisa Knowles, 1846-????.  

On April 14, 1852 in Winston County, Mississippi Lemuel K. Knowles married Dorothy Ann Golden and they became the parents of at least four children, M. A. Knowles, 1856-????, Richard T. Knowles, 1859-1876, Sophronia Frances Knowles, 1862-????, and Abigail Dorothy Knowles, 1872-1903.  You will notice a lot of gaps between his children which makes me wonder if there weren’t some that died young, or maybe he was off somewhere, either way these are the ones I know about for now.

I haven’t found Lemuel on the 1850 slave schedules yet but I did find him on the 1860.  The 1860 slave schedules in Winston County, Mississippi shows Lemuel Knowls (surnamed spelled this way) with 16 slaves and 2 slave houses, all slaves are listed as black, none listed as mulatto.  There was 1 female age 40, 1 female age 26, 1 male age 33, 1 male age 34, 1 male age 20, 1 male age 17, 1 female age 16, 1 female age 14, 1 female age 10, 1 male age 8, 1 male age 6, 1 male age 4, 1 female age 2, 1 male age 1, 1 male age 3, 1 male age 2 (I listed these in the order they were given on the slave schedule, not sure if they are in family groups or not.)  The following is a picture of that slave schedule.

Lemuel’s father Richard Knowles was in Drew County, Arkansas in 1850 when I find him on the slave schedules with the following 10 slaves: 1 female age 60, 1 female age 26, 1 male age 25, 1 male age 22, 1 male age 20, 1 female age 17, 1 male age 13, 1 female age 10, 1 female age 2, 1 male age 8 months.  All the slaves are listed as black, except for the last two.  The following is a picture of that slave schedule.

The following three mulatto children were sons I believe of Lemuel Knowles. They could even possibly have been fathered by Lemuel’s father, Richard Knowles, as well.   The rest of Richard’s sons that I am aware of would have really been too young to have fathered these three boys.

1- Claiborne Knowles who was born in about 1820 in Tuscaloosa County, Alabama.   He died about 1888 in Attala County, Mississippi and I have found him listed as the father of at least three known children, Jack, Silas and Mary.  On Jack’s death certificate it states his mother’s name was Sallie Palmer.

2- Primus Knowles was born in about 1822 in Tuscaloosa County, Alabama.  He died before June of 1900 in Winston County, Mississippi.  Primus had at least 15 children with Betty Shields and one child with Peggy Humphries.  It is descendants of Primus Knowles that I have been in contact with about the Knowles family.

3- Lewis Knowles was born in about 1824 in Tuscaloosa County, Alabama.  He died after July 1880, but before 1900 probably in Clay County, Mississippi where he was last found.  I have found at least two daughters for Lewis, Mary and Ella and a grandson named Lewis T. Naugle, but not who his mother was, which would be another daughter to Lewis.  Lewis Knowles was on the same census page as Callie Randall in 1870, which makes me believe that she was his mother too.

I could probably go on for a few more pages, but I will stop for now until I can find more information about the ones I have written about so far.  If you are a descendant of one of these three men, I would love to hear from you and if you have had your DNA done, that would even be better.

To see all I have on the Knowles family along with all of my notes just go to my online tree at this link: The Ancestors of Vickie Beard Thompson & those others related by marriage!!!