tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84377458942745132302024-02-06T22:55:20.091-05:00Ancestry ChickGrowing the Family Tree, One Leaf At a TimeArt Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-1306935582270816682020-06-19T14:15:00.002-04:002020-06-19T14:16:16.562-04:00Forget Me Not Friday - Anna Carrie Kephart<div style="text-align: justify;">During my genealogy research, I often find cousins and other people who have photos of my family. I'm always thrilled when I get sent a photo I didn't already have, especially one that's really old and awesome. I acquired these sometime in the last year or so and I've loved them since. So, I thought I'd share them today for <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Forget%20Me%20Not%20Friday?&max-results=20" target="_blank">Forget me Not Friday</a></b>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvgf2oJvE-xF9IvvOz9qKN86673Cx3mAQs9DaHt4G9UQab0xyMEiLY1mX_YVOGwLq_SoxMrkhhEDwGBgf6GN0ZhfxUsZsXhiex-XGCOaqhyphenhyphen_3KTLKCPu8O3LLhtN_5H-WPFYvmYlbtmo/s1000/CarrieKephartDuncanAndChesterDuncan2AC.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Chester and Carrie Kephart Duncan" border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="1000" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvgf2oJvE-xF9IvvOz9qKN86673Cx3mAQs9DaHt4G9UQab0xyMEiLY1mX_YVOGwLq_SoxMrkhhEDwGBgf6GN0ZhfxUsZsXhiex-XGCOaqhyphenhyphen_3KTLKCPu8O3LLhtN_5H-WPFYvmYlbtmo/w640-h436/CarrieKephartDuncanAndChesterDuncan2AC.jpg" title="Chester and Carrie Kephart Duncan - Ancestry Chick" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In this photo is my 2nd great aunt, Anna Carrie Kephart. She was born August 12, 1884 in Spencerville, Ohio. Her first marriage was to Chester A. 'Chet' Duncan, on March 28, 1904. I don't imagine that this photo was taken too long after that, because sadly, Chester Duncan died on August 30, 1908. </div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chester's health was not the best. I don't know exactly what was wrong with him, but I found several articles in newspaper archives that mentioned him taking a trip "over land" for his health. Some articles mention trips with his wife, others were with his father, and always for his health. It wouldn't surprise me if the wagon in this photo was how they made such trips.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN9xUcOxlEL4eXllF9qOSlDVdFSECANgQ79E5XoxLiuA9mxF2X0FLjD9Eqn585SJep977Ggr1aw_9Vh_uRAI2gqlFjZuHM2ebRQYuyjvfTiH_wfwng3yZGuEZGeL2LxuNCSEduutMHKkI/s779/CarrieChesterDuncan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Chester and Carrie Duncan Cabin" border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="779" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN9xUcOxlEL4eXllF9qOSlDVdFSECANgQ79E5XoxLiuA9mxF2X0FLjD9Eqn585SJep977Ggr1aw_9Vh_uRAI2gqlFjZuHM2ebRQYuyjvfTiH_wfwng3yZGuEZGeL2LxuNCSEduutMHKkI/w640-h429/CarrieChesterDuncan.jpg" title="Chester and Carrie Duncan Cabin - Ancestry Chick" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In this next photo, you can see the wagon again in the background on the left. I'm not sure if the cabin in the photo belonged to Chester and Carrie, or to his parents. It's a neat photo though and I can only imagine that they built the cabin themselves.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm so glad I have these photos. They are such a wonderful peek back into the lives of my ancestors from so long ago. </div>Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-11730551582195168132020-06-15T14:12:00.003-04:002020-06-15T14:14:57.093-04:00Titanic Tribute Poem<div style="text-align: justify;">I made a rather awesome discovery today that I just had to share. It is related to my maternal 2nd great grandmother, Susan Elinor (Templeton) Kephart, wife of Alexis Elihu Kephart. She was born in 1859 in Milan, Rock Island County, Illinois; and she died in 1927 in Wellston, Lincoln County, Oklahoma.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSZJg_Ufj0gnhS6DuYEtnNuaJsxE2waR1hIMVdYxHtkwtAD3sNtCwPgcK2NZR3yu_7i2cMJSbYKMFWUTGpqllpDeKBTaiHWWT4EkuuMzVB6wddZzR9VafflxqvO_aNFuay1d4vxfOSWc/s694/SusanTempletonKephart3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Susan Elinor Kephart" border="0" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="555" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSZJg_Ufj0gnhS6DuYEtnNuaJsxE2waR1hIMVdYxHtkwtAD3sNtCwPgcK2NZR3yu_7i2cMJSbYKMFWUTGpqllpDeKBTaiHWWT4EkuuMzVB6wddZzR9VafflxqvO_aNFuay1d4vxfOSWc/w320-h400/SusanTempletonKephart3.jpg" title="Susan Elinor (Templeton) Kephart" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nellie, as she was often called, was a proud farmer's wife and a very talented woman. She won prizes for her canning and gardening abilities, including $75 in Gold in a contest she won in 1911. She did sewing and quilting and many other things that women of her era were apt to do--lost arts in today's world. One other thing she often did was write poetry. I have been fortunate enough to find many of her poems, because they were often published in her local newspapers. As I occasionally sift through newspaper archives, I will often search for 'Kephart,' hoping to find more news of this awesome woman.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As someone fascinated with the Titanic, today's find was particularly awesome. It is a poem that Nellie wrote in tribute after the Titanic's sinking. It's a wonderful poem so I couldn't resist sharing. I had to piece it together since it was split into two columns in the newspaper, you can still read her thoughtful words. You may need to click on the image to make it larger though.</div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfZPifVPusRRT2-2FsnoxaKWJERdesEWhJgpNLQHdSuEscpqyKIlhIenzeDANv4i3gSPJ5tu-EUxb7fOsowgFuIn-usAkYH_GQhbHHllLnVXoVlu7KPQZXraG0p9kNILwQrfvftycsic/s1147/SusanKephartTributeToTitanic1912.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Titanic Tribute Poem Mrs. A. E. Kephart" border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="1147" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfZPifVPusRRT2-2FsnoxaKWJERdesEWhJgpNLQHdSuEscpqyKIlhIenzeDANv4i3gSPJ5tu-EUxb7fOsowgFuIn-usAkYH_GQhbHHllLnVXoVlu7KPQZXraG0p9kNILwQrfvftycsic/w640-h514/SusanKephartTributeToTitanic1912.jpg" title="Kephart Titanic Tribute Poem - Ancestry Chick" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I love finding things like this, especially since I have always felt a strong connection to this woman--even though I never met her. Her love of writing poetry was passed down to my grandmother, then to my mother, and to me as well. Nellie was the best at it though. I love finding her carefully crafted and thoughtful words from so long ago. Every time I find a little echo of her like this, I so wish I could travel back in time to meet her. At the very least, I am thankful to be one of her descendants. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-7666210635582545852020-06-12T15:33:00.002-04:002020-06-12T15:35:58.537-04:00Forget Me Not Friday - William Robert Hammersmith<p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">The information below was written by my mother, Carolyne Ruth (Kephart) Gould. She was the adoptive daughter of William Hammersmith. To me, he was Pappy--my grandfather in every possible way, other than by blood. I am proud to be his granddaughter, and I want everyone to know what kind of man he was. So I'm making his story of service the post for <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Forget%20Me%20Not%20Friday" target="_blank">Forget Me Not Friday</a></b>. </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">This is for you, Pappy. ♥</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfztIAvU6OG77KvkyK4fgymRfC6rOJ9em0AUMfkn3FlcPmaietdh_Eigee_ik3Bg1tmy-0odZHsLgecBfNu7Sz-PDuxfTkR-7idh3a6GtkIJIrCmi2DIK-NxYInqtV9i24ziiqxor2cw/s687/PapsNavyPortrait2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="William Robert Hammersmith" border="0" data-original-height="687" data-original-width="485" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfztIAvU6OG77KvkyK4fgymRfC6rOJ9em0AUMfkn3FlcPmaietdh_Eigee_ik3Bg1tmy-0odZHsLgecBfNu7Sz-PDuxfTkR-7idh3a6GtkIJIrCmi2DIK-NxYInqtV9i24ziiqxor2cw/w283-h400/PapsNavyPortrait2.jpg" title="William Robert Hammersmith - Ancestry Chick" width="283" /></a></div><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: medium;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">William Robert Hammersmith, December 20, 1930 - January 26, 1994.</strong></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">William also known as "Bill" and "Pappy," served in the U.S. Army during the Korean War, then joined the U.S. Navy. He received Good Conduct Medals throughout his military career as well as the Navy Unit Commendation Citation 1 Jan 1968; Marksman, 17 Jul 1970; Meritorious Unit Commendation 1 March 1970; National Defense Service Medal; Vietnam Service Medal; Vietnam Campaign Medal; Korean Service Medal, (three Bronze Stars); United Nations Service Medal, and a Purple Heart. </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;"> </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">He enlisted in the U.S. Army 18 March 1952 and his basic training was with the 5th Armored Division, Camp Chaffee, Arkansas, from 31 March 1952 to 19 July 1952. He served in the U.S. Army Field Artillary. His Purple Heart and one of the Bronze Stars was earned in Korea when, while wounded in the leg and unable to walk, he drug one of his fellow soldiers to safety by slowly crawling and dragging the other wounded soldier with him. He was discharged from the Army on 24 July 1958 and joined the U.S. Navy the very next day -- 25 July 1958. He retired from the U.S. Navy on 1 October 1981.</span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;"> <span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">William served two combat tours of duty in Vietnam on assignment with the SeaBees and attached to the United States Naval Support Activity, Saigon. He ran river patrol boats and supply boats. During his service in the U.S. Navy, he also received a citation for rescuing a fellow sailor, who had climbed to the top of the mast to do some repairs and had become overcome with a fear of falling. The man was "frozen" and unable to come down. William climbed the mast and brought him down. </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;"> </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">During his Navy service, he was deployed to the waters off the coast of Cuba during the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962. At the time, he was serving on a destroyer, the USS. Stormes (DD-780), which was home-based in Norfolk, Virginia. Other tours of duty included Guam and Kodiak, Alaska, as well as serving on the USS Valfor (CVS 45); USS Shenandoah (AD-26); the USS Valley Forge (LPH-8), a support carrier out of Norfolk, Virginia; USS Sierra (AD-18) the USS Sperry (AS 12), a submarine tender home ported in Bremerton, Washington; and the USS Camden (AOE-2).</span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;"> </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">William received a "letter of Commendation" for his participation in the rescue of of sailors from the Dutch Merchantman "Doris" in Naples Italy. The commendation, written in 1964 by Captain W.F.V. Bennett, commanding officer, reads as follows:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">Subj: Letter of Commendation</span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">1. During the early morning hours of 14 October 1964, the Dutch Merchantman DORIS, anchored in the outer harbor of Naples, Italy, dragged its anchor and was forced by heavy seas and high winds upon the rocks of Molo San Vincenzo. The LCM Boat Crew, of which you were a member was called away to transport a Rescue and Assistance Detail to the scene of the sinking ship.</span></em></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">2. You immediately responded and commenced loading your landing craft. Though the seas were heavy and the wind was gusting from 40 to 50 knots, you completed loading your boat with rescue and assistance detail personnel and their equipment and transported them to the breakwater adjacent to the DORIS. After the initial twenty-seven personnel were removed from the sinking ship, you returned them to SHENANDOAH. During this entire rescue you remained with your boat and made shuttles from the Molo to SHENANDOAH under adverse conditions.</span></em></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">3. By your prompt action, untiring efforts and proper performance of duty, even under adverse and dangerous conditions, your actions resulted in the successful accomplishment of an important life saving mission. It is with the utmost pleasure that I commend you for your actions in the rescue mission of the Dutch ship DORIS.</span></em></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">William retired from the U.S. Navy after 26 years of service as a Boatswain's Mate 1st Class. After completing his years of service to his country, William continued to contribute to the defense of his country by working at the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard for an additional 10 years.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">Following his marriage to Della Maxine Kephart Geissinger, William adopted her two known children, Carolyne and Robbie, and treated them as his own. William died of pancreatic cancer. He was exposed to Agent Orange in Vietnam as well as some kind of chemical exposure when he served on board the USS Sperry.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: small;">NAIH, Pappy.</span></strong></p>Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-67589198368125489422020-06-03T15:46:00.001-04:002020-06-03T15:46:56.524-04:00Wednesday's Child - Elmer Lee Winders<div style="text-align: justify;">A child of my third great uncle, Charles Henry Winders, is this week's <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Wednesday%27s%20Child" target="_blank">Wednesday's Child</a></b>. His name was Elmer Lee Winders. It's one of my favorite old photos of babies in my family collection.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2b2d_64Fy-DnV8sL_gmJovxuhOuyZKNelo4eToWej6lIQAh_nzvEnyuVUImLmRX9_kB8lkgQe0-4xrVfAiyzfPxOIPGFqSg8Alv6WIWrp3fz0_0I2gMJaTO0RLp2gJj7bKpdXsVu7UY/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Wednesday's Child Elmer Lee Winders" border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2b2d_64Fy-DnV8sL_gmJovxuhOuyZKNelo4eToWej6lIQAh_nzvEnyuVUImLmRX9_kB8lkgQe0-4xrVfAiyzfPxOIPGFqSg8Alv6WIWrp3fz0_0I2gMJaTO0RLp2gJj7bKpdXsVu7UY/w546-h640/ElmerLeeWinders1AC.jpg" title="Wednesday's Child Elmer Lee Winders - Ancestry Chick" width="546" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> Elmer was born on December 12, 1906 in Columbia, Boone County, Missouri. His father, Charles Winders was a Pastor. Within a few years of this photo being taken, the family moved to Indianapolis, Indiana, where Elmer would grow up. He became a pharmaceutical salesman. From my research, it would seem that Elmer retired to Florida in 1973, which is where he passed away on August 7, 1982. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I love this photo of Elmer as a baby. But here's a bonus photo of him several years later. I'm not sure what year it was taken. But I love the outfit he's wearing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprUS_41bE9FackUHKSmCAXPPayocZ3Cv_06PYZbSimdOjr_jHQiOAx5ulqsjaZBZwl6NYDN-3Onwd-w_wttfY79GI_sk5JYEtxL6ldjPx-oe-Vggaa1ALduPVVR3_-hJn6jJITf89TxU/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Elmer Lee Winders" border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="600" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprUS_41bE9FackUHKSmCAXPPayocZ3Cv_06PYZbSimdOjr_jHQiOAx5ulqsjaZBZwl6NYDN-3Onwd-w_wttfY79GI_sk5JYEtxL6ldjPx-oe-Vggaa1ALduPVVR3_-hJn6jJITf89TxU/w400-h331/ElmerLeeWindersAC.jpg" title="Elmer Lee Winders - Ancestry Chick" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I spend a lot of time researching my Winders ancestors, because there are a few brick walls in there. I was very fortunate last year to have a bunch of Winders family photos and genealogical research sent to me from a historical society. It is mostly related to the Charles Winders family. Hoping to post some more about them soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-6173937659285696662020-05-20T00:00:00.003-04:002020-05-20T00:00:03.730-04:00Today in History - Hammersmith Wedding<div style="text-align: justify;">I thought I'd start a new feature on the blog called Today in History. That way, on special days in my family history, I can spotlight occasions like weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, and any other special celebrations in my ancestral past.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, Today in History, my maternal grandmother, Della Maxine (Kephart) Geissinger married William Robert Hammersmith. They were married in Pennsylvania.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk18eP-aaM5j1i_mY5D5PqE2gpRVZ30wdBnLWVn-uD5IfgfeUdW2qowFD9cMW-26dlujFE-Dk-0kzVvnjIe0Ln0LUWMg8_XBaMoPriG0wMKm8ohzLV6gxa7LX3uc49KwEtsyCqYLhyExw/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Kephart Geissinger Hammersmith Wedding" border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk18eP-aaM5j1i_mY5D5PqE2gpRVZ30wdBnLWVn-uD5IfgfeUdW2qowFD9cMW-26dlujFE-Dk-0kzVvnjIe0Ln0LUWMg8_XBaMoPriG0wMKm8ohzLV6gxa7LX3uc49KwEtsyCqYLhyExw/d/NanaPapsMomUBWeddingDayX.jpg" title="Kephart Geissinger Hammersmith Wedding - 1960" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">That photo was taken on their wedding day. It was the 2nd marriage for my grandmother. My mom, Carolyne Ruth Kephart, and my uncle, Robert Samuel Geissinger, Jr. are also in the photo. If Nana and Pappy were still alive, they'd be celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Yankee and Rebel, their nicknames for each other, were quite the pair. Their fights were huge, but I think that's because their love was huge too. Forgiveness was a big part of their relationship. Nana had always told me, "never go to bed angry." So I think she must have followed that advice as well. When they said "Til death do us part," they meant it. Nana died in 1989, and Pappy five years later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'll end this with another photo that pretty well captures how I think of my grandparents, especially on this special day in history.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKbpRdwde2aLNmQdwsanrK8RPqX7ogM51YaqfJ8Z2xSYMyE_fxjiHJ-hsDkKpo_UXKt1zlWE1awH6mbMwH73DC9IekexMnmkJvUa0_Y0DqAlzbiRp4y-_VJdetDWZAAIJLh2LFi9rfhA/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Nana and Pappy Smooches" border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="455" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKbpRdwde2aLNmQdwsanrK8RPqX7ogM51YaqfJ8Z2xSYMyE_fxjiHJ-hsDkKpo_UXKt1zlWE1awH6mbMwH73DC9IekexMnmkJvUa0_Y0DqAlzbiRp4y-_VJdetDWZAAIJLh2LFi9rfhA/w341-h400/NanaPapsKissB.jpg" title="Nana and Pappy Smooches - Ancestry Chick" width="341" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-22489978698079239852020-05-19T21:12:00.000-04:002020-05-19T21:12:09.308-04:00Cool Kephart Cars<div style="text-align: justify;">I was going through some old photos today and I thought it might be fun to share some photos of some of my Kephart family--but with photos that all have cars in them. I really don't have a lot of old photos that have vintage cars in them too, so it's always a treat when I find one. These photos are the majority of what I have! Most of these include siblings of my maternal grandmother. Just a couple of them though have my mom and uncle in them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">First up: a photo of my maternal great aunt, Lorena Faye Kephart. Not even sure how old she is in the photo, but it was taken in Wellston, Lincoln County, Oklahoma. She was born in 1921, and if I had to guess, she was five or six in this photo. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGALknGvrEomNAotodagrY_GfWNSO6NtUEghSvVg1_lIUYYb_hFq5dawTZ_OGF-XfPirkI4pGceM6d6I4-WazBmAP-6qMJNhULfPSzkFTYYM6s8Wb9-oI6thoHfUTcl52flVoh9KALhVA/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Lorena Faye Kephart" border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGALknGvrEomNAotodagrY_GfWNSO6NtUEghSvVg1_lIUYYb_hFq5dawTZ_OGF-XfPirkI4pGceM6d6I4-WazBmAP-6qMJNhULfPSzkFTYYM6s8Wb9-oI6thoHfUTcl52flVoh9KALhVA/w360-h400/LorenaFayeKephart.jpg" title="Lorena Faye Kephart - Ancestry Chick" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Next is my mother, Carolyne Ruth (Kephart) Gould. I think she's about 4 or 5 years old here, so that would be 1950 or 1951. She was such a cutie!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDgDzEa2APIUWQzUs0oHgkGmYFVGCQ42W_wvcW72_SpbvI2p74jqLyNYff5g9JENCEWafJk0RZu-WYJkP_Vfv2YZ23n011et583L9kYmVm5sJ9rV46L3chSThTBX4Am9CE_w9lrji3rWE/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Carolyne Ruth Kephart" border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="862" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDgDzEa2APIUWQzUs0oHgkGmYFVGCQ42W_wvcW72_SpbvI2p74jqLyNYff5g9JENCEWafJk0RZu-WYJkP_Vfv2YZ23n011et583L9kYmVm5sJ9rV46L3chSThTBX4Am9CE_w9lrji3rWE/w400-h370/MomOnCarC.JPG" title="Carolyne Ruth Kephart - Ancestry Chick" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This next one is also my mother, but my uncle, Robert Samuel Geissinger, Jr. is also in this one. They're standing next to a big old Plymouth. Pretty cool.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHsDWX77MtxXlVIIM2NIMC-ZdHnwoyi80OZI_P46yndjPNSCx9pg4U3dEOwEHGj2caTtfaLW_2JrWMF7xGeNWCcnka1kTjjeihnCvb3kjowgksmPny7KyIIscoAW-LgUKSzsVOPushgs/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Carolyne Kephart and Robert Gessinger" border="0" data-original-height="1260" data-original-width="1361" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHsDWX77MtxXlVIIM2NIMC-ZdHnwoyi80OZI_P46yndjPNSCx9pg4U3dEOwEHGj2caTtfaLW_2JrWMF7xGeNWCcnka1kTjjeihnCvb3kjowgksmPny7KyIIscoAW-LgUKSzsVOPushgs/w400-h370/MomUBobbyMonkey.jpg" title="Carolyne Kephart and Robert Geissinger - Ancestry Chick" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The gal in this next photo is my maternal great aunt, Ruby Christina Kephart. She's the aunt that I'm named after. Next to her is her then soon-to-be husband, Harold Edward Stephens. They got married in 1931. She was born in 1909. By the looks of it this could have been taken very near the time that they got married, and likely also in Wellston, Lincoln County, Oklahoma.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYJm18YhBNEvBRGdySDMK4R83rbzg6lS0AuUsQ8kq9W9Ho46bo5wi8UMLZYtbDUBPsOBWgCV3qG-1wKAeALKp6iVjSrKd8QkKxGmk21w-EHA9idtzidQHWK9UL7W_iBlzPzBbPoaOcVM/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Harold Stephens and Ruby Christina Kephart" border="0" data-original-height="549" data-original-width="545" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYJm18YhBNEvBRGdySDMK4R83rbzg6lS0AuUsQ8kq9W9Ho46bo5wi8UMLZYtbDUBPsOBWgCV3qG-1wKAeALKp6iVjSrKd8QkKxGmk21w-EHA9idtzidQHWK9UL7W_iBlzPzBbPoaOcVM/w398-h400/RubyAndHaroldStephensOutsideCar.jpg" title="Harold Stephens and Ruby Christina Kephart - Ancestry Chick" width="398" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And finally, we have my maternal great uncle, Vernon Ernest Kephart, who was born in 1918. He looks like he's maybe in his 20's in this photo. Are those palm trees in the background? If so, then this is likely somewhere in Southern California. My grandma and several of her siblings--including Uncle Vernon--ended up moving there at a certain point. Those definitely look like palm trees.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtmhcWkhHxfgKDU6bO9T8Q0qTIqClAth2scwKtpaUB_vo7EBJcvvEgMQx6Bz3rPRZKRZnoDpLn8-2RDrfkpAO7IcHdxX93xHedLHrUugUqlyFWzXDKz83iOrt7Fdrrl3brkQGIVi08So/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Vernon Ernest Kephart" border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtmhcWkhHxfgKDU6bO9T8Q0qTIqClAth2scwKtpaUB_vo7EBJcvvEgMQx6Bz3rPRZKRZnoDpLn8-2RDrfkpAO7IcHdxX93xHedLHrUugUqlyFWzXDKz83iOrt7Fdrrl3brkQGIVi08So/w400-h400/VernonErnestKephartCar.jpg" title="Vernon Ernest Kephart - Ancestry Chick" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All of these old cars are so cool. I wouldn't mind having one or two of them today. That's some neat automotive history right there. But I guess I'll have to settle for these neat old photos instead.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-9972678691260878662020-05-10T00:00:00.017-04:002020-05-10T00:00:07.558-04:00Mother - Genealogy Photo a Day<div style="text-align: justify;">The photo prompt for today's Genealogy Photo a Day is appropriately 'Mother.' So I thought I'd share some photos that spotlight my mother, Carolyne Ruth (Kephart) Gould, and her mother, Della Maxine (Kephart) Hammersmith. These are some of my favorite photos of the two of them. They are great mom moments. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This one was taken in Wellston, Oklahoma. Late 1946-Early 1947.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWFgtfJA794z7uM8jaz4iHgzaY4mTHRXTgQUbSDLjnWVWotKwgk9hSyXGVBwmKO9Zug3IRtC2lLLhLsRgynsd38E-AdLJflKWASfgsKGkJHNJAh244SvPMqPm0QuQjJFHvGG_Ik5gWrU/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Carolyne and Della Maxine Kephart" border="0" data-original-height="895" data-original-width="586" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWFgtfJA794z7uM8jaz4iHgzaY4mTHRXTgQUbSDLjnWVWotKwgk9hSyXGVBwmKO9Zug3IRtC2lLLhLsRgynsd38E-AdLJflKWASfgsKGkJHNJAh244SvPMqPm0QuQjJFHvGG_Ik5gWrU/w420-h640/MomNanaBaby2.jpg" title="Carolyne and Della Maxine Kephart - Ancestry Chick" width="420" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">This one is one of my favorite photos of Nana and Mom--doing laundry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mom even has a clothes pin in her mouth.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs88PmHZZHFetLrLxQqeAqCqSQCCa9uh-kGjv-ocfUxH_FhU4K_qjo1wN0b5qfJsWl84ntIfSN1Amu29fFAS88YDmdxoCvFx0RTRTXidjnTNw2KljyTCDu_qkatKEbaUfBU5AhkXBV0pk/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Laundry Day" border="0" data-original-height="774" data-original-width="551" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs88PmHZZHFetLrLxQqeAqCqSQCCa9uh-kGjv-ocfUxH_FhU4K_qjo1wN0b5qfJsWl84ntIfSN1Amu29fFAS88YDmdxoCvFx0RTRTXidjnTNw2KljyTCDu_qkatKEbaUfBU5AhkXBV0pk/w456-h640/NanaMomLaundryAncestry.JPG" title="Laundry Day - Ancestry Chick" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This next one shows Mom and Nana relaxing on a pool day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim40xnXWJzbe9bGqCFtmXrXi9vm4Dv9Q3P2i7GzhZbrHh4STRlQjhuruibpeX1YRP59VVc49TmOIk1kDDV-L4ivnY3Jj2ftQp-zyqupcmppdTA_SHBIijOckfmXOfTTdvi0CqRutJ07qw/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Pool Day" border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="600" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim40xnXWJzbe9bGqCFtmXrXi9vm4Dv9Q3P2i7GzhZbrHh4STRlQjhuruibpeX1YRP59VVc49TmOIk1kDDV-L4ivnY3Jj2ftQp-zyqupcmppdTA_SHBIijOckfmXOfTTdvi0CqRutJ07qw/w640-h434/MomNanaSwim3.jpg" title="Pool Day - Ancestry Chick" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE this next photo! Mom was quite the little cowgirl when she was little.</div><div style="text-align: center;">See there? She even has a little gun and holster. And hair bows finish off the look.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4WAFnsQ10YrT7W1Ic7z2u1eXzQ1-vsfURe_jozMhNQe__QURf7AmSnYPdfKNOrvN_LkYejpqQgm7zxN1akPX2MpM33tZPlsjFbeV2ZZFeLd39oNrB5L5yafc2S898fOFsQdZwuly0k4/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Nana and Mom" border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="505" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4WAFnsQ10YrT7W1Ic7z2u1eXzQ1-vsfURe_jozMhNQe__QURf7AmSnYPdfKNOrvN_LkYejpqQgm7zxN1akPX2MpM33tZPlsjFbeV2ZZFeLd39oNrB5L5yafc2S898fOFsQdZwuly0k4/w336-h640/MomNanaCapGun.jpg" title="Nana and Mom - Ancestry chick" width="336" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This last photo is of Mom and me with quote I love, that seems appropriate for Mother's Day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirXG80OMxHmE1qH3aX27S8mA7k5njraNWiTvSPCvF99xe_ccATWmVpIbXyFPeghNlkzyJfIDHnexu9-LKvFJo8jKO75Kux5myA-KbaSAbjCzpDiMcKXXhm6pawSkCLkIdwrXRUZXr8cc/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Mom and Me with Quote" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirXG80OMxHmE1qH3aX27S8mA7k5njraNWiTvSPCvF99xe_ccATWmVpIbXyFPeghNlkzyJfIDHnexu9-LKvFJo8jKO75Kux5myA-KbaSAbjCzpDiMcKXXhm6pawSkCLkIdwrXRUZXr8cc/w640-h640/MomsDay2020.jpg" title="Mom and Me with Quote - Ancestry Chick" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Wishing you all very Happy Mother's Day.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-63227483211849102082020-05-09T11:13:00.000-04:002020-05-09T11:13:20.576-04:00Father - Genealogy Photo a DayToday's photo prompt for Genealogy Photo a Day is 'Father.' So I thought I'd share a couple of photos of my father, Ken Testorff. One photo is of him with me, and another is of him with his father, Leonard Testorff.<div><br /></div><div>Let's start with the one of my father with his father. I think my father looks to be about 18 months old here...definitely no more than two. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUf8kPJ_AZKxZuCMpIb7Gcm7FzFv88vQDUTDG4jzaA60yOJPhh0I-kceqILjL-BpqDcjm0adMsgZIGNtMgXXPHNWI_kD1dsTW5pX3t3fZkz1Q6EBMEb-VV_YIGe4YP4txTHbLM1Esqdk/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Leonard and Ken Testorff" border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUf8kPJ_AZKxZuCMpIb7Gcm7FzFv88vQDUTDG4jzaA60yOJPhh0I-kceqILjL-BpqDcjm0adMsgZIGNtMgXXPHNWI_kD1dsTW5pX3t3fZkz1Q6EBMEb-VV_YIGe4YP4txTHbLM1Esqdk/w640-h640/GrandpaTDadAsBaby2ACS.jpg" title="Leonard and Ken Testorff - Ancestry Chick" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I love this photo for so many reasons. For one, look at the smile on my Grandpa's face. That's a happy dad right there. And not only does my dad look happy too, look at that dapper little hat he's wearing. And look at those adorable, chubby little legs. He can't get much cuter than that. It's a perfect moment captured between a father and a son.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And here's the photo of my father and me, taken when I was about five years old.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJd5j1KMt9DPI6PJlF3PMAoIwgv0FdYrABOBrEdZmlRla08F_L4NiSGFOKvyrqnG3_D9Fa0K7_Jc1eKgsQfOIrlo4nh6H6rLrg5_7Cj9CjW8jM-d3ft5YH5YsNBoZT686uNOngPfF__Ww/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Ken and Tina Testorff" border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="722" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJd5j1KMt9DPI6PJlF3PMAoIwgv0FdYrABOBrEdZmlRla08F_L4NiSGFOKvyrqnG3_D9Fa0K7_Jc1eKgsQfOIrlo4nh6H6rLrg5_7Cj9CjW8jM-d3ft5YH5YsNBoZT686uNOngPfF__Ww/w640-h638/02-1971+in+Falls+Church+apt2.jpg" title="Ken and Tina Testorff" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This photo was taken in Falls Church, Virginia, sometime after my parents divorced. Within a year of this photo, my mom and sister and I moved to California to be near my mom's parents. Since we moved to the opposite end of the country from my dad, I didn't really get to see him as I grew up. And this photo is one of very few I have of he and I together. I wish I had a bigger and better photo of this because it is priceless to me. But I love it as it is just the same.</div>Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-38935874741118866882020-05-01T12:44:00.001-04:002020-05-01T12:44:24.682-04:00Morning - Genealogy Photo a Day<div style="text-align: justify;">
There's a photo challenge on Instagram called <i>Genealogy Photo a Day</i> and uses that hashtag. I thought I'd try to participate in some of those challenges for the month of May. Today's photo prompt is "<i>Morning</i>." So this is my photo for today.</div>
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The girl on the right is my maternal grandmother (Nana), Della Maxine Kephart. The girl on the left could be a sibling, but I'm not sure. The nearest sister in age to my grandmother was Lorena Faye Kephart. She was six years older than my grandmother, and I can't decide if this girl looks the right age to be her. But either way, it looks like it could be Morning in this photo, because the girls appear to have their school books with them.</div>
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This photo would have been taken in Wellston, Lincoln County, Oklahoma, where my grandmother grew up. I can picture that ground in its true color, the "red dirt" of Oklahoma, as my mom always called it. I have one of my mom's baby shoes that has some of that red dirt caked onto it. I love this photo, and the other one I have taken at the same time. This one has just my grandmother in it though.</div>
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Nana's father, <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/John%20Arthur%20Kephart?&max-results=20" target="_blank">John Arthur Kephart</a></b>, was a photographer. So, every time I look at photos of Nana or her siblings, I wonder if my great grandfather took them. I'd sure love to find more photos that he took during his lifetime. And it sure would be nice if we could step into photos and have a look around, don't you think? </div>
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I was looking through my cook books this morning and became a little bit nostalgic. I have 4 generations of cook books in my kitchen, and some recipes that go back even farther than that. So, I thought I'd highlight a few of those for this week's <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Treasures" target="_blank">Tuesday Treasures</a></b> post. </div>
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These are just three of the cookbooks that originally belonged to my maternal great grandmother, Della Mae (Swinford) Kephart. She was born in Vandalia, Missouri on May 13, 1888; she died in Wellston, Oklahoma on April 7, 1976. These cookbooks were passed down to her daughter, my grandmother, Della Maxine (Kephart) Hammersmith, who then passed them to my mother, Carolyne (Kephart) Gould. My mom gave them to me many moons ago, and they're always in my kitchen. And every once in awhile I like to pull some out and see what looks good to make. But the history in these cookbooks is also really cool, so I thought it'd be fun to share them here.</div>
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Let's start with this one: The Extension Homemakers Cook Book of Lincoln County, Oklahoma. According to the note my mom left in the cookbook, my great grandmother was a charter member of the Extension Homemakers. </div>
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It's a shame that there's no date on this cookbook anywhere. But my guess would place it in the 50's or 60's. There is a notation next to a recipe for Apple Butter Cake that says, "Try," which looks to be my grandmother's writing. There are also a couple of recipes from other Swinford women in there too.</div>
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This is a recipe by Agnes (Green) Swinford,</div>
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This one is a recipe from Nora (Crawford) Swinford,</div>
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another of my great grandmother's sisters-in-law.</div>
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I was kind of surprised that there weren't any recipes from my great grandma in there. But it's still a neat little cookbook with lots of good recipes in it. And I tend to think that somewhere there is probably a similar recipe book floating around in someone's home that does have one of Grandma Kephart's recipes in it. I also found one page that has a lot of spots on it--from food--that looks to have been used quite a bit. And it's right on a recipe that my grandmother made quite often: Cherry-O Cream Pie, which is basically like a cheesecake, but creamy instead of dense. Nana even wrote that exact recipe down for me after I got married. I still have that recipe card. This was always one of my favorite pies that Nana would make.</div>
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There are some recipes in here from my great aunt, Ruby Christina (Kephart) Stephens, along with one from her daughter, LaVern, and LaVern's daughter, Jeanette. Ruby was another daughter of my great grandmother, and I was named for her. Aunt Ruby's recipe looks yummy!</div>
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And finally, we have a little something from a gal named Betty Crocker. This little recipe booklet has only about 48 pages and doesn't have any kind of hard cover. The copyright on it is 1943, which my mom noted was a First Edition. </div>
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This ones is full of recipes, but also menus, tips and hints on buying food, meal planning, serving, etc. There are things in there like Meat Ball Pancakes, Toastwiches, and Nut Burgers. It was created curing World War II, so all the recipes and tips were designed to help women stretch their food supply during wartime meal planning and cooking. Notice the red, white, and blue cover; very patriotic.</div>
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So, these are just a few of the little cookbooks I have that belonged to my great grandmother and eventually made their way down to me. Definitely some of my favorite treasures. And a great little peek back into what cook books were like in previous generations of my family.</div>
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Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-69236108827774490742020-03-14T11:05:00.000-04:002020-03-15T15:30:24.194-04:00Surname Saturday - Dodge<div style="text-align: justify;">
This week's <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/2016/12/surname-saturday-sutton.html" target="_blank">Surname Saturday</a></b> post shines the spotlight on the name <i>Dodge</i>, which is from the maternal side of my family tree. It's a bit of a mysterious line, because it is rather a brick wall for many researchers of this family. My closest relative with this surname was Susannah Dodge, my 4th great grandmother, who married John D. Sutton. But let's get to the surname first and then move onto some of the family history and mystery.</div>
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According to the House of Names website, <i>Dodge</i> an ancient Anglo-Saxon name that is derived from the baptismal name <i>Dod, </i>the short form of <i>Roger</i>. The website goes on to say, "<i>The surname Dodge was first found in Yorkshire where Doge filius Arnaldi was listed in the Pipe Rolls in 1196. In nearby Lancashire, Wigot filius Doge was listed there in the Curia Regis Rolls of 1214 and later Dogge was listed in the Assize Rolls of 1246</i>." </div>
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And, according to the SurnameDB website, "<i>This unusual name, with the modern varients Doige and Doidge, has two possible origins, the first being from the medieval personal name "Dogge" a pet form of "Roger", which in turn comes from the Anglo-Saxon name "Hrothgar", meaning "fame spear." The double "g" of "Dogge" would have been pronounced "dg(e)" and in the modern spelling there are a number of variations of this surname, ranging from Dodge, Doidge and Doige to Dodgin and Dodgson</i>."</div>
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Susannah Dodge was born on October 11, 1810 in either Maine or Massachusetts. Her father was Samuel Dodge and her mother was Sarah Harmon. Susannah had six siblings: Jerusha, Sarah 'Sally', Lucy Stone, Samuel, Edward, and Benjamin. Susannah 'Susan' Dodge married John D. Sutton on January 4th, 1827 in Switzerland County, Indiana.</div>
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The brick wall originates with Susannah's father, Samuel Dodge. We simply know very little about him. We don't know his exact date of birth or death, or the names of his parents or siblings. All we really do know is that he lived in Beverly, Essex County, Massachusetts between 1790-1810, because he is enumerated on the Census there. Beyond that it's really all just speculation. My mom had some notes in her genealogical research of Samuel Dodge too that came from correspondence with another Dodge family researcher. There is a Samuel Dodge listed in the Probate records for Switzerland County, Indiana; it's for an Estate settled in 1829. This very well could be my Samuel Dodge. I've recently sent a for records from that county. Maybe we'll get lucky and be able to confirm Samuel's death date and location. </div>
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If you look at it, it really doesn't look that special. I mean, it's a wooden box. How could this simple little wooden box be a treasure? </div>
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Well, that's simple: this was my maternal grandmother's recipe box. And not only is it filled with all of my grandmothers--and some of my great grandmother's--recipes, but it was also handmade by my grandfather. This is the recipe box of Della Maxine (Kephart) Hammersmith, made by William Robert Hammersmith. And I'm happy to share it as part of <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Treasures" target="_blank">Tuesday Treasures</a></b>. </div>
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See that label inside the lid? It says, "From Yankie, To Reb." Yankie and Reb were my grandparents' nicknames for each other. He was from Pennsylvania, and she was from Oklahoma, so it was fitting. At the time that my grandfather (Pappy) made this, he also made a recipe box for my mother, which I also have. And they are indeed filled with treasures, many memories, and a few surprises. </div>
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One special recipe that Nana shared with me when I was in 8th grade was her recipe for homemade Noodles. Hers were always delicious and I wanted to learn how to make them. So, I went over one Saturday and she showed me how to make them. </div>
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This is the very recipe card that we used to make those noodles. I remember standing in her kitchen, rolling out that dough and Nana guiding me every step of the way. My noodles turned out great--but not as great as hers. After all, nothing is as great as grandmas make things. I think we made more memories that day than noodles. Memories that I truly cherish.</div>
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Then there is the family favorite, a recipe passed down through our family since the 1800's: Apple Salad.</div>
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This is not to be confused with the Apple Salad recipes that you usually see...the ones that have either mayonnaise (bleck!) or marshmallows, or both. This is a sweet and crunchy Apple Salad and so yummy. Nana always made it for Thanksgiving each year. The recipe card is very well worn, as you can see. She made it quite a lot. I have made it for many a Thanksgiving myself, in her memory. It always makes me feel like she's there with me. I made it with my mom a few times too, which was always wonderful.</div>
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There are some other things in the recipe box too, things that were put there by Nana for whatever reason and I just don't want to throw them away. One is a utility bill from one of their homes in the state of Washington. One is a newspaper bill from a home in San Diego. Another is a telephone bill from Kodiak, Alaska. And there's also a postcard from Santa Monica, California. </div>
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Since Pappy was in the Navy, they moved around a lot. So it's nice to have these little things as a sort of time capsule of places they've been. And of course, there are many other recipes in there. Some that Nana wrote, some that her mother wrote, some written by friends, and others still just cut out of magazines or the newspaper. Every once in awhile I go through there looking for something new to make. Or just to feel the cards that her hands touched so many times. </div>
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Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-45344109505009301092020-02-24T19:00:00.000-05:002020-02-25T20:13:46.551-05:00The Death of Jessie Kephart McPherson<div style="text-align: justify;">
Jessie Cordelia (Kephart) McPherson was the daughter of my maternal great grandfather, John Arthur Kephart and his first wife, Mary H. Duncan. Jessie was born December 10, 1903 in Wellston, Lincoln County, Oklahoma. </div>
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Jessie's mother died when Jessie was just over three years old. After that time, Jessie lived with her father, while her sister, Mary Alma went to live with their grandparents, Henry and Laura (Hendee) Duncan.<br />
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When Jessie was 21 years old, she married 27 year-old, Samuel Archie McPherson. They had two sons together: Warren McPherson (1925-2017) and Larry McPherson (1928-1928).<br />
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Just shy of their fifth wedding anniversary, Jessie died under mysterious circumstances. Her death is our <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Monday%20Mysteries" target="_blank">Monday Mystery</a></b> for this week. The media account of the circumstances surrounding Jessie's death appeared in a Chandler, Oklahoma newspaper as follows.<br />
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<i>County Officers were called to Wellston late Thursday night to investigate the death of Mrs. Sam McPherson, whose body was found on the Frisco tracks near the section house in which she & her husband, foreman for the railroad Co. resided. Immediately upon receipt of the call, Sheriff Mears, County Attorney John Embry, Deputies Vassar, Orr, and Hicks proceeded to Wellston where a coroner's jury was impaneled, and an investigation launched. McPherson was taken into Custody and held until the investigation was completed. </i><br />
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<i>According to the evidence submitted, Mrs. McPherson's death was the result of a family quarrel. McPherson had come home from work about five o'clock and had taken a drink or two, to which Mrs. McPherson objected. After having supper, Mr. & Mrs. McPherson & Ellen Swinford, who was staying with them, went fishing. There had been quarreling all evening concerning the drinks which McPherson had taken down at the creek. The argument became more bitter, and finally McPherson told his wife to pack up and get out. </i><br />
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<i>Upon returning to the house the quarrel broke out afresh and finally Mrs. McPherson told her husband that she was going & that was that. “This is the last time that you will see me alive." The schoolgirl [Ellen Swinford] was told to get her things and go to a friend's house for the night. This she did, accompanied by two friends who had come to the house in the meantime and heard part of the quarrel, and had heard Mrs. McPherson tell her husband goodbye. </i><br />
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<i>Following the departure of the girls, everything was quiet about the house. McPherson, who was outside in his car, became alarmed and went to finding his wife. Not finding her in the house he went to the front door and saw her going down the tracks toward the tool shed. He started to follow her and got within about seventy-five yards of her; she turned and told him not to come on. </i><br />
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<i>McPherson, according to his statements, did not know that she had a gun and kept on toward her. He saw her turn and saw the flash and report of the gun and saw his wife fall. He rushed to her, started to raise her up, </i><i>and then put her down again and went for the Doctor. When they returned Mrs. McPherson was dead, probably killed instantly. The muzzle of the gun, a 410 Gauge shotgun, had been placed beneath her chin on the left side. The charge ranged upward and to the right, completely shattering the jawbone. It was the opinion of the medical examiner after that she never knew anything after the trigger was pulled. Her husband was the only eyewitness to the act.</i><br />
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<i>In view of the quarrel preceding her death, and the statement of the school girl that McPherson had threatened her, he was taken into custody and held until the investigation was completed. Evidence brought out the fact that the deceased was in ill health. She had been suffering for some time from a goiter, which ailment has a tendency to make her extremely nervous. And witnesses stated that she had on previous occasions threatened to take her own life. Two weeks previous to her death she had written two communications, one of which was a will. </i><br />
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In the Duncan family, the story of Jessie's tragic death has been passed down through generations. Their story has been that Samuel McPherson was drinking and they [Samuel & Jessie] had been fishing; but they had a fight over the fact that he was drinking and had made a pass at the girls at the creek. When Jessie and Samuel got back to the house, she was trying to leave, and he wouldn't let her. Jessie told the girls to go get her father [John Arthur Kephart], who lived close by. When they got back Jessie was dead. And later, Jessie's fingerprints were found on the gun.</div>
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The Duncan family descendants believe that Jessie did not commit suicide, and that Samuel had a good lawyer, which is why no charges were filed against him. They never believed that Jessie killed herself. </div>
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I found out about the circumstances surrounding Jessie's death when I came across some newspaper articles about her death online within the last couple of years. And I just recently began communicating with another genealogist who provided more information about the Duncans, and Jessie's death. After first reading about her death, my gut feeling was that it was a suspicious death at the very least. Not many women would choose to kill themselves with a shotgun, so that was not quite right to me. Plus, Jessie had sent the girls who were at the house to go get her father when she and Sam were arguing. It's odd that she would send for her father if her intention was to kill herself. It sounds more like she was wanting help. And as for the rumors of her alleged prior threats to kill herself, that's all hearsay. They said she also wrote a will just two weeks prior to her death. That's very convenient information after the fact and I'd want to see a copy of the will before I'd ever believe she actually wrote one.</div>
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Regardless though, Jessie's death is a bit of a mystery. No one but Sam knew what actually happened that day. No one will ever know if he and Jessie were perhaps were fighting over the shotgun and it went off accidentally; or if Sam intended to kill Jessie, or if it was indeed a suicide. Whatever truly happened though, we can only hope she is at peace.</div>
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Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-53494353139486170592020-02-01T17:29:00.000-05:002020-02-02T17:30:25.496-05:00Surname Saturday - Whitney<div style="text-align: justify;">
I've recently been trying to expand my family research into the Whitney line, which is on the paternal side of my family tree. I wish I'd focused on this line sooner, because it's taken me quite far back into my family history and I've found some very interesting new ancestors. So, I decided I'd throw a spotlight on the Whitney name for this weeks' <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Surname%20Saturday" target="_blank">Surname Saturday</a></b>.<br />
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The surname of Whitney was originally a place name. The family takes its name from Whitney parish located in County Hereford (Herefordshire) in England. It's located on the extreme western border adjoining Wales and the river Wye travels through it. The name Whitney may also be derived from the Anglo-Saxon <i>hwit</i>, meaning white, and <i>ey</i>, meaning water. Before surnames, early landowners of Whitney were Eustace, or Baldwin, or Robert de Whitney--<i>de</i> meaning <i>of</i>. It was often spelled Wytteneye. Over the course of a few centuries, however, the <i>de</i> was dropped and an <i>h</i> was added and the most common spelling became <i>Whitney</i>. The name can be traced back to the year 1086 to one Eustace of Whitney.<br />
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The Whitney family has a strong history in England. One Sir Robert Whitney was knighted before Queen Mary after her coronation in 1553. Sir Eustace de Whitney was knighted by Edward I in 1306. Sir Robert Whitney was knight marshal in the court of Richard the II. His son Robert was granted Clifford Castle by Henry IV. And there were two Whitney ancestors who descended from William the Conqueror. Not to mention my 14th great grandfather, Robert Whitney (there were a lot of Roberts!), who was nominated Knight of the Bath by Henry VIII at the coronation of Anne Boleyn in 1531.<br />
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That's a lot of cool English history right there. But I'm going to focus on the first Whitney in my family tree to reach America, which was my paternal 10th great grandfather, John Whitney. It's fascinating to me that someone with such strong ties to England and a remarkable lineage decided to make his way to America so long ago.<br />
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John was born in Isleworth, Borough of Hounslow, in west London, England on July 20, 1588. He was the son of Thomas Whitney/Whytney and Mary (Bray) Whitney. John became a member of the Merchant Tailors' Company in 1614 and married Ellinor (maiden name unknown) soon after. In April or May of 1635, John, Ellinor and five children embarked from London on the <i>Elizabeth and Ann </i>for Massachusetts Colony in America. Those children were John, Richard, Nathaniel, Thomas, and Jonathan. The family arrived at Watertown, Massachusetts in June of that year. John was admitted freeman in 1635/36 and appointed Constable in 1641. By 1642, John had 198 acres of land, and was town clerk by 1655. He and Ellinor had three more children, born at Watertown: Joshua, Caleb, and Benjamin. John is considered one of the founders of Watertown, Massachusetts. He is recognized on the Watertown Founders Memorial there.<br />
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Watertown was one of the first Massachusetts Bay Colony settlements, organized by Puritans in the year 1630. In 1632 the residents of Watertown protested against being forced to pay a tax "for the erection of a stockade fort at Cambridge; this was the first protest in America against taxation without representation and led to the establishment of representative democracy in the colony." [<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Chisholm, Hugh (1911). The Encyclopædia Britannica: A Dictionary of Arts, Sciences, Literature and General Information. Encyclopædia Britannica Company. p. 411</span>]</div>
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Ellinor Whitney died before her husband, passing in 1659. John later remarried to Judith Clement, who also preceded him in death. John lived to the age of 84, dying on June 1st, 1673. He is buried in the 'Old Burying Place' cemetery in Watertown.<br />
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Learning about John Whitney and his history was an interesting starting point for me, but I have much more to learn about the Whitney line of my family and its roots in England.<br />
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Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-19127161840800157462020-01-25T16:50:00.000-05:002020-01-25T16:50:24.053-05:00Kephart Postcard 1907<div style="text-align: justify;">
Every once in awhile, I poke around on Ebay, just on the off chance I'll find something up for sale related to one of my ancestors. One regular 'alert' I've set up there is for the town of Wellston, Oklahoma. I have so many ancestors from there, so I like to be aware of any finds from that town that might be relevant to my genealogical research. </div>
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I get hits fairly regularly on 'Wellston,' but up until a few months ago, nothing has proved too useful. But when I got this particular alert, I knew I'd found something awesome. It's related to my maternal great grandfather, <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/John%20Arthur%20Kephart?&max-results=20" target="_blank">John Arthur Kephart</a></b>. In his younger years, Grandpa Kephart had been a photographer. He even had a studio between 1908-1916, though he'd been taking photos before that, and I'm sure afterward as well. I posted about this once, including a photo of his <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/John%20Arthur%20Kephart?&max-results=20" target="_blank">photo gallery</a></b> that was in Wellston. The photo had been found by a woman named Carol, who worked at the Lincoln County Historical Society in Chandler, OK. She sent me a copy and I was thrilled to get it. Prior to that, I'd found advertisements for Grandpa Kephart's photography in old newspapers, and even some photos he'd taken that appeared in the newspaper.</div>
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Well, the alert I got from Ebay was for a photo postcard from Wellston, Oklahoma. And not only did it have Wellston on it, it also had the name Kephart on the top left of it. Photographers would frequently add their names to the photos they took in that way, to identify themselves as the photographer. </div>
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This may be the only postcard or actual photo I ever find that was taken by John Arthur Kephart, so I will treasure it. But I'll stay on the hunt for more mementos of his photography past. </div>
Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-63550277035554584842020-01-22T19:07:00.002-05:002020-01-22T19:07:30.254-05:00Wednesday's Child - Faye and Brucke Kephart<div style="text-align: justify;">
For this week's <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Wednesday%27s%20Child?&max-results=20" target="_blank">Wednesday's Child</a></b> feature, I'm spotlighting two of the Kephart kin in my family. My maternal great aunt, Lorena Faye (Kephart) Woolard; and one of her brothers, my great uncle, Edgar Bruce Kephart. Faye is on the left in the photo, and Bruce is on the right. </div>
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Aunt Faye was born September 30, 1921 in Wellston, Lincoln County, Oklahoma. She was the fourth child and second daughter born to John Arthur Kephart and Della Mae (Swinford) Kephart. Faye married Henry Earl Woolard on June 29, 1945. Since she lived in Oklahoma, I didn't get to see Aunt Faye very often as I was growing up. But I do have a couple of nice memories of her at some family gatherings from my childhood. Aunt Faye passed away on February 16, 1995.</div>
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Uncle Bruce was born pm February 15, 1924, also in Wellston. He was the 8th child and fifth son of John and Della Kephart. He married Helen Lenore Gardner on February 5, 1945. I was lucky enough to be able to spend a lot of time with my Uncle Bruce as I was growing up. I have many wonderful memories of summer visits at his home in California, fishing, and helping him work on his home that he built in Northern California. Bruce passed away on November 10, 1994. I miss him dearly.</div>
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I think this is the only photo I have of Faye and Bruce as young children, and the quality isn't the best. I edited it a bit to get rid of some of the blemishes. But I still love this photo of the two of them, and I'm glad to be able to share it with you.</div>
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Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-41713231247052373952020-01-15T00:01:00.000-05:002020-01-15T00:01:00.488-05:00Wednesday's Child - Ruby Christina Kephart<div style="text-align: justify;">
I've pretty much gone by the name, 'Tina' my whole life. But my given name is Christina, and I was named after one of my maternal great aunts, Ruby Christina Kephart. So, I thought I'd make Aunt Ruby the spotlight of this week's <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Wednesday%27s%20Child" target="_blank">Wednesday's Child</a></b> feature. </div>
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Ruby Christina Kephart was born September 29, 1909 in Wellston, Lincoln County, Oklahoma. She was the daughter of John Arthur Kephart and Della Mae (Swinford) Kephart, and she was the first born of 11 children born to my great grandparents. She also happened to share the share the same birthday (though 18 years apart) with my grandmother, Della Maxine Kephart. </div>
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You have to admit, she was such an adorable baby! She was quite pretty as she grew older as well. Just look at her, wearing perfectly awesome bows in her hair--long before someone named 'Jo-Jo' got famous doing it. ;) </div>
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I didn't get to see my Aunt Ruby much when I was growing up, since we lived in different states. But I always loved the fact that I was someone's namesake. I thought she had to be very special for my mom to have named me after her. Whenever I did see her, she was always very kind and sweet to me. And the cool part is, my sister named her first daughter Christina as well, so really, we are both namesakes of my great Aunt Ruby! I am so thankful I have these photos of her, and glad to be able to share them as this week's Wednesday's Child.</div>
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I think it's time for another addition to my <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Treasures" target="_blank">Tuesday Treasures</a></b> feature here at Ancestry Chick. I wasn't sure what family heirloom I should pick this week, but I finally settled on this simple little tin box that belonged to my maternal great grandmother, Della Mae (Swinford) Kephart.</div>
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My mom gave me this little tin candy box a few years before she passed away. She had gotten into the habit of bringing me family things when she would come and visit from Texas. She always told me she had some new goodies for me, and she gave them to me because she knew how much these kinds of things mean to me. Mom and I both spent many years doing genealogy, and also just treasuring family things that had sentimental value. So, anytime she would bring me something, I was more than thrilled to get it.</div>
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This box is very simple--definitely not fancy at all. There appears to be some pieces missing, judging by the small slits on the lid. I'm guessing that some sort of other pieces fit into those slots at some point. But when Mom gave this to me, this is exactly how it looked, as it still does today. You can see butterflies though, on the top and front of the box. I don't think it has a date on it anywhere, so I'm not sure how old it is. My guess would be 1930's or 1940's. The box had belonged to Grandma Kephart, whom my mom had been very, very close to. After Grandma passed away, this was one of the mementos that Mom got to keep from Grandma's house.</div>
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I Googled the name of this tin box just now and actually found one just like it on Ebay. It appears to have been a chocolate box. Guess I should have looked at mine a little more closely...it says that on the bottom. LOL. Anyhoots, it's a cute little tin, but what makes it awesome is what's inside. There is some hand-embroidered silk, some lace that Grandma Kephart made (more than one piece), and lots of little hankies and odds and ends. Hand-tatted lace and embroidered silk such as these that Grandma made are fast becoming lost arts. People just don't do this kind of thing as much anymore. Needlework has never been my forte; I'd much rather draw or paint. But back in Grandma's day, this was the kind of thing those ladies did. She was very skilled, in my opinion. The detail on that silk is phenomenal. </div>
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The notes there in the box were written by my mom. Most of the time when she brought me something that belonged to someone in the family, she would include notes so that I'd know who they belonged to. I've taken a cue from her and started labeling things like that too. That way my daughter and grandkids won't have to guess which family things belonged to which ancestor, after I'm gone.</div>
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There really is so much more in this box than just some hankies and bits of silk and lace. There are pieces of a life...a testament to the artistry and craftsmanship of a woman who put her heart and soul into everything she created. I can picture her sitting in a chair embroidering that silk...her fingers working the needle, with a cup of tea on the table beside her. But I wonder if she ever imagined how much her great granddaughter would think of her and her handmade treasures.</div>
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Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-44588380398275661762020-01-04T15:27:00.001-05:002020-01-04T15:27:40.821-05:00Surname Saturday - Crain<div style="text-align: justify;">
This week's Surname Saturday post is highlighting the Crain surname from my family tree. According to the House of Names website, "<i>an ancient Scottish tribe called the Boernicians were the ancestors of the first people to use the surname Crain. It is a name for a person whose was tall, and had long legs. This nickname derived from the Old English words cranuc, and cornuc, which mean crane</i>." They also say that the name, Crain was first found in Suffolk, England, before it made its way to Scotland. I've also read that variants of the name Crain can be found in Ireland.</div>
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In my family tree, working my way from me backwards, the first instance of the name Crain is my paternal 2nd great grandmother, Mary Ellen Crain. Mary Ellen was born October 24, 1867 in Illinois.</div>
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Mary Ellen married Aaron Bigham in Labette County, Kansas on May 25, 1884. Mary Ellen was just sixteen years old at the time. They had eight children together, including my great grandfather, Turence Stanley Bigham. Mary Ellen (Crain) Bigham died November 25, 1959 in Labette County, Kansas, where she had lived for most of her life. </div>
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So far, I have the Crains traced back to the 18th Century in my tree. There is more than one line of Crains in my tree too, so some connections are a bit tangled or confusing. Crain is also sometimes spelled Crane, so that only adds to the confusion. There are Crains in my tree that reach back to Virginia, North Carolina, and Tennessee. I have lots more research to do on the Crains and Cranes in my family tree! Hopefully I'll get all the roots untangled at some point.</div>
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Following up on my previous post about my 3rd great grandfather, <b><a href="https://www.ancestrychick.com/2019/12/andrew-jackson-winders-and-his-parentage.html" target="_blank">Andrew Jackson Winders</a></b>, I want to share some photos that I received over the summer. Before I do that, let me give you some background information on how I acquired them.</div>
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I received a message through my Ancestry account from a very kind lady named Carlene, who works at the Elkhart County Genealogical Society in Indiana. She told me that they had a box of items (letters, photos, research, dog tags, etc.) relating to the Winders family. Since I have many Winders ancestors, I asked for the name of the owner of the dog tags, and it was Charles Garrison Winders. Immediately I knew the name. Charles was my 1st cousin, 3x removed. Our shared ancestor is Andrew Jackson Winders--my 3rd great grandfather, and Charles' grandfather! So, Carlene had this box of Winders items that she wanted to send to family of the Winders. I explained my connection, and she sent me that wonderful box of genealogical treasures. </div>
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I'm hoping to share several of those treasures over time on the blog. There were many photos of Charles, his father, and their family, along with lots of wonderful research by Charles' daughter. It's been so wonderful to have it all. I've gone through most of it, but hope to dig deeper into the research there once I'm on my summer break again. But for now, I want share two photos that were in that box.</div>
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My maternal 3rd great grandfather, Andrew Jackson Winders, is kind of a mystery. And he has inspired me to create a new blog feature: Monday Mysteries. There is a lot of misinformation and many factual errors about Andrew on Ancestry and Family Search. I focus a lot of my research on him simply because I hate the not knowing. And since there is so much misinformation, I'm hoping this post will serve as a helpful reference for future researchers of Andrew Jackson Winders. So, let me start with some simple facts about Andrew that I know to be true.<br />
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<li>He was born on 17 April 1827.</li>
<li>He was born in Virginia, according to every Census record found on him except for one (the 1870 Census shows birthplace as Kentucky, which is an error).</li>
<li>After leaving Virginia, he lived primarily in Illinois and Missouri for most of his life.</li>
<li>Married Delila Nestleroad on 25 February 1855 in Darke County, Ohio.</li>
<li>Had one daughter, Lavina Elizabeth Winders, who was <u>not</u> the biological child of Delila. Lavina was born in 1852, 3 years prior to Andrew's marriage to Delila. And, since Delila married Andrew at age 16, Delila wouldn't even have hit her 13th birthday at the time of Lavina's birth.</li>
<li>Had 7 documented sons with Delila, between 1855-1873.</li>
<li>He was primarily a farmer, and also a postmaster.</li>
<li>Andrew's father was Alexander Winders (1789-1858).</li>
<li>Andrew is mentioned as one of Alexander's heirs in the Henry County, IN deed books for 1857 and 1858.</li>
<li>Andrew's mother is unknown.</li>
<li>Andrew died 06 February 1910 in Ralls County, MO.</li>
<li>He is buried in Hays Creek Cemetery in Ralls County.</li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">Andrew is <u>not</u> the son of Tabitha Jane Winders, who was born in Kentucky in 1803 and died there in 1894. Tabitha was a Winders by birth; her father was John C. Winders and her mother was Tabitha New. She never married anyone, let alone Alexander Winders, and never left Kentucky.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Andrew's father, Alexander Winders, lived in Virginia until approximately 1828-1830, at which time he moved to Indiana. He remained in Indiana, primarily Henry County, until his death in 1858. There is no documentation to show that he ever went to or lived in Kentucky, where Tabitha Winders resided.</li>
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To be clear, Tabitha Jane Winders did have children, four of whom are documented, and one of whom is named Andrew J. Winders. But the father of her children was her brother-in-law, Samuel McColpin (1800-1879). This information was researched by my mother, Carolyne (Kephart) Gould. And the fact that she never married is confirmed in Tabitha's 'Mother's Pension' application, filed after the death of her son, William W. Winders. She states that she was never married and this is corroborated by her witnesses. </div>
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It's also important to note that when Tabitha's son, Andrew J. Winders got married in September of 1849 to Rachel Eliza Carsley, he gave his surname as McColpin, and it is listed as such in the marriage record. Additionally, the birth year of Tabitha's Andrew is circa 1831, according to the 1850 Census; his birthplace is given as Kentucky. Tabitha's Andrew and his wife, Rachel are both enumerated with Tabitha on the 1850 Census. I think that all of this fairly well confirms that Tabitha Jane Winders was *not* the mother of my Andrew Jackson Winders. </div>
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So, who was the mother of my Andrew Jackson Winders? That's such a great question, but at present it is still a mystery. Andrew's father, Alexander was married twice and his first wife, Andrew's mother, is unknown. Approximately 9 children were born to that union, the last of whom was born in 1828. After his first wife's presumed death, he married Nancy Morricle in 1833. Andrew was around six years old at that time. Most family trees erroneously list either Tabitha Winders or Nancy as Andrew's mother. It's very frustrating.</div>
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Now lets add a little more evidence to the mix regarding the mother of Andrew's only daughter, Lavina Elizabeth (Winders) Swinford. This is just one more mystery surrounding Andrew Jackson Winders. As I mentioned previously, it was not Delila Nestleroad, as is almost always shown on every family tree I look at on Ancestry.</div>
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According to the obituary of his wife, Delila, Andrew and she had "<i>10 children, 6 of whom grew to manhood. Besides her own family, she carefully reared 3 orphan children.</i>" </div>
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The only other living "child" of Andrew's at the time of Delila's death was Lavina Elizabeth (Winders) Swinford. Based on Delila's obituary, that makes Lavina one of the "orphan children" that she helped rear. So, based on the cumulative evidence, Delila was *not* the biological mother of Lavina.</div>
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It doesn't help at all that my Andrew Jackson Winders cannot be found on any 1850 Census. There are a few men named Andrew Jackson Winders born in the same time frame as mine. But so far, mine cannot be found on a Census to help document where (or who) he was in 1850, and who he may have been married to at that time. This has been a longtime brick wall in my family tree. My mother and I have both researched this family extensively, but have yet to find the documentation we need. </div>
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So far, I have yet been able to discover the identity of the mother of my Andrew Jackson Winders. However, even without further documentation, I think there is more than an enough evidence to prove that Tabitha Winders was <u>not</u> his mother, nor was Nancy Morricle. There is also enough evidence to prove that Delila Nestleroad was <u>not</u> the mother of my 2nd great grandmother, Lavina Elizabeth Winders. </div>
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I will continue my research and hopefully one day new information will be discovered. If you happen to have any further evidence or documentation that might help me, please give me a shout!</div>
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Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-10288822552515981452018-12-08T13:11:00.000-05:002018-12-08T13:11:30.244-05:00Surname Saturday - Eads<div style="text-align: justify;">
This week's Surname Saturday post puts the spotlight on one of my paternal surnames: Eads. According to the House of Names website, "<i>the surname Eads originally derived from the Old English word Eade which referred to abundant riches. However, another reference claims that the name was derived from the Middle English name Edwy and the Old English word Eadwig which are composed of the elements ead meaning prosperity and wig which meant war</i>." </div>
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Ancestry.com says that the Eads family name was found in the USA, the UK, Canada, and Scotland between 1840 and 1920, and that the most Eads families were found in the US in 1880. And in 1840 there were 16 Eads families living in Indiana, which was 20% of all the recorded Eads's in the US.</div>
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So far, I've traced my Eads family back to just my 4th great grandfather, William Eads. The earliest documentation for him is a record of his marriage to my 4th great grandmother, Margaret Weaver, in 1842. They were both living in Osage County, Missouri at that time. By 1850, according to the Census, they are living in Jefferson, Osage County, Missouri with three children: William Henry, Elbert, and Martha. On that Census, William's birthplace is listed as Tennessee. I have no trace of William after 1850, other than I know that his daughter, Louisa was born in October of 1852, so he was alive at least that year. His wife, Margaret remarried at some point, because she is living as Margaret Galien on the 1860 Census, along with her children Elbert, Martha, and Louisa.</div>
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William and Margaret's son, William Henry Eads was my 3rd great grandfather. </div>
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He was born on July 16, 1845 in Newton County, Missouri. He was a Civil War Veteran and a member of the G.A.R. He would marry Mary Jane Tipton in 1868. After Mary died in 1894, William remarried and eventually settled in Labette County, Kansas, where many of their descendants would live and die. William Henry Eads would also died in Labette County on June 19, 1923 at the age of 77. </div>
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This week's Wednesday Child is my maternal great uncle, John Chester Kephart. </div>
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John was born on May 7, 1914 in Wellston, Oklahoma, to my great grandparents Della Mae (Swinford) Kephart and John Arthur Kephart. Sadly, John lived a very short life. He became quite ill in early February of 1915, though I don't know what his affliction was.</div>
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Grandpa Kephart was a postal carrier and stayed home for a time to help care for John. But it wasn't long after this article was posted that John Chester Kephart passed away on February 9, 1915.</div>
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He had such a short life. I'm glad to be able to help preserve his memory though so that he will never be forgotten.</div>
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Art Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823330163207932636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437745894274513230.post-58790430373434714202018-06-18T14:10:00.002-04:002020-01-01T21:02:38.754-05:00Rememberings of Rusha Cordelia Kephart<div style="text-align: justify;">
Rusha Cordelia Kephart was born in Ida Grove, Iowa on October 17, 1891 to my second great grandparents, Alexis and Susan (Templeton) Kephart. Rusha was the baby of the family, and one of two girls in the family, and by all accounts she was very close to her mother. I believe it's likely that Rusha was named after her maternal grandmother, Jerusha (Sutton) Templeton. Rusha may have been short for Jerusha, or just derived from it. </div>
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Rusha was my second great aunt, and though I never got to meet her, I feel connected to her much as I do her parents. She lived very near the area of northwest Ohio that I have lived for over 30 years. She married Frank Baum in 1911 and they made their home in Ada, Ohio and raised their family there. Rusha passed away on February 2, 1972, when I was just 5 years old and living somewhere else. Perhaps it was fate that I was brought to this part of Ohio, where so many of ancestors lived and died. But fate aside, I love finding and sharing things related to my Kephart kin.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back: Susan (Templeton) Kephart, Rusha (Kephart) Baum<br />
Front: Frank L. Baum, and one of Rusha & Frank's Children</td></tr>
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Fortunately for me, passed down through our family have been memories recalled by Rusha Kephart Baum. These memories help to paint a picture of the lives of the Kephart family when Rusha was growing up. I don't know who wrote these memories down, but they originated with Rusha and I want to share them here for posterity, and for any other "cousins" who may be in search of their Kephart ancestors. Rusha's words appear in italics. Note that I have inserted names or information in brackets here and there as points of clarification. I've also inserted images and here there to help illustrate what Rusha has described.</div>
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<i>Mother was born and lived in Rock Island, Illinois, until she was married. Her real name was Susan Eleanor, named for her aunt Susan Eleanor Sutton. Dad named her Nellie. After they were married at mother's home in Rock Island, they lived on a farm east and a little south of Spencerville, Ohio, where Arthur </i>[John Arthur Kephart]<i>, Ed </i>[Edgar Templeton Kephart] <i>and Anna </i>[Anna Carrie Kephart] <i>were born. They then moved to and proved up on a government claim in Shaller, Kansas where Ray </i>[Byron Ray Kephart]<i> was born. Hot winds killed all their crop the second year. The third year, the grasshoppers or the locusts, I'm not sure which, took all their crop and nothing was left. Mother's sister, Matt </i>[Martha Emeline ‘Mattie' (Templeton) Sutherland]<i>, who lived near Ida Grove, Iowa, wanted them to come there. So they sold what they could, put all they could get in a covered wagon and went to Aunt Matt's. Dad went to work on the farm for Aunt Matt's husband </i>[Charles Sutherland]<i> and the folks rented a house in Ida Grove, Iowa, where I was born. The winter was so cold there that after about three years they shipped their goods by train and went to Canton, Oklahoma, where mother's brother </i>[Edwin Hall Templeton]<i> was an army man in charge of Indian affairs. This was where the Salt River and caves were, where the outlaws would hide out after bank robberies. </i></div>
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<i>Our family and Uncle Ed Templeton were the only white families at the Indian Reservation where Uncle Ed was in charge. I was just learning to talk. Uncle would give out the Government issues allotted to the Indians, Mother and Aunt Lillie </i>[Lillian (Frost) Templeton]<i> were really self-made missionaries. The Indians were so good to us in their way. Homesteaders would come to the post office and small store, which Uncle Ed managed. Of course, the Indian children were at the post office and store a lot as it was so near to the Indian encampment. I learned to talk Indian and refused to talk white man talk, so the folks moved up to Kingfisher, Oklahoma, where uncle Jerry Brown lived, rented a farm.</i></div>
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<i>All was OK until the terrible tornado. Then our stone house and all that was in it but mother's big walnut cupboard was blown about or destroyed. The cupboard was left standing with not a dish broken. They gathered what furniture they could with the help of the neighbors and moved into the small town of Kingfisher. We were there until the Kepko for homesteaders was opened up. Then we got 160 acres bare land, 7 miles from what is now Wellston, and 11 or 12 miles from what is now Chandler, the county seat.</i></div>
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<i>First thing, Dad and the boys made a cellar and moved a little building Uncle Jerry Brown gave us. They took it all apart and moved it on wagons. Then mother, Anna, Ray and I went up. We put up a tent to help out until a log room addition could be made </i>[photo, below]<i>. Later they built on two more rooms. This is where the family lived when I came to Ada, Ohio, in October 1909 to go to Ohio Northern Normal School. </i></div>
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<i>Before the log room was built, another tornado destroyed Chandler and took our tent. A hen setting on eggs was in the tent by Arthur and Ed's bed. The old hen sat tight and hatched all but one egg.</i> [This should be April of 1897, which is when the town of Chandler was destroyed by a Tornado.]</div>
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<i>While I was in Ada, my brother Ed was in Oklahoma City helping build homes for a company. He came to the farm and helped Dad, Arthur, and Ray build the new two-story home which you see so often see in pictures </i>[called Cedar Lawn Farm]<i>, with mother and dad on the porch. </i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><i>After
mother and Dad died, the heirs sold the house to a man who tore it down and
moved it to his place. The land surface was sold. The five children kept the
mineral rights and that is why if oil is found, if ever, the surviving heirs
will share. A well was put down but capped after some of the drill was broken.
Ray has my power of attorney. Folks that was there said when the well was shut,
they saw oil. 1-1/2 miles south there was a well producing oil. There is a very
small chance that some day it might be opened. My eyes are so bad that it is
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><i>Rusha
Kephart, Warwick, Oklahoma</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I really love these memories, even if the dates/times may a bit difficult to follow. It really helps me to visualize the lives of these ancestors. I hope you enjoyed reading it too. In a future post, I will share a letter that Rusha's mother, Susan 'Nellie' Kephart wrote to her daughter for her birthday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Thanks for the memories, Rusha!</span></div>
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