Showing posts with label Field(s). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Field(s). Show all posts

Thursday, July 25, 2024

2024 #52Ancestors, Week 29: Automobiles

Ah, the automobile.  We use it for mundane tasks like driving to work, hauling landscaping materials, and toting groceries.  Today, though, I'd like to declare my appreciation for this fine piece of technology that allows me to visit ancestral places with relative ease.  Without an automobile, how likely is it that I would have visited West Virginia and the spot where Colonel John Field lost his life?  Not likely!  Or the cemetery with the monument to the now non-existent town of Wilmington, Kentucky - a place where John Field purchased land with the hope of residing in the new county seat?  Nope, probably wouldn't have made the trek to visit that place either.  Over the last several years, I have enlisted the trusty family steed to take me to various areas of genealogical importance, so today, I pay homage to...the automobile.


In August of 2014, my sister's automobile took us to Pulaski County, Illinois.  Here, I learned where my ggg grandparents were buried and was able to visit the stone of my gg grandparents.  G.W.'s missing date of death has since been rectified.

Then I took a long hiatus from lengthy travels because I became a mom, but in July of 2022, I was back in the driver's seat to southern Illinois.  This time, we were on the hunt for another ggg grandparent, Thomas Green (the above Emma K.'s father).  We found him in Anna Cemetery.


I have visited Thomas one other time since then. 

The next month, I drove across the Ohio River to make the aforementioned trip to Kentucky to locate a cemetery with a couple amusing headstones.


It was in this town that John Field (my 4x great grandfather), purchased 3 lots of land in January 1827 with the intention of building in what was supposed to be the McCracken County Seat. I doubt it happened. When Wilmington flooded in 1832, only a jail, courthouse, and six houses had been completed.  Now, there is no Wilmington - just a couple of commemorative monuments in Wilmington Road Cemetery.

In June of 2023, I took my brand new automobile to Minnesota.  This time, though, I wasn't looking for a dead person.  I was visiting my "Cuzzin Heather" in person for the first time.  This was the only genealogy-related trip for last summer, but it was well worth the drive!


In June of this year, we took a whirlwind road trip through the states of Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, and Kentucky.  While in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, my daughter and husband were anxious to visit the Mothman statue and museum, but I had genealogy on the brain.  Just down the road from the cryptid tourist traps was Tu-Endie-Wei State Park, a sort of cemetery/historical marker for the Battle of Point Pleasant that occurred in 1774.  At this battle, sometimes recognized as the first of the Revolutionary War, my ancestor, Colonel John Field, died.  He was buried with other soldiers of rank at The Magazine.



Just a few days ago, we returned from a trip to southern Missouri.  For the first time, I was able to visit Hayti - the place where Great Uncle Horace perished.

The site of the former Keystone Building which was partially destroyed by a fire in 1941.  Horace and Commissioner Houston H. Buckley died in the fire.

And then, I went to visit Horace's final resting place.  It took some sleuthing and posting in various Facebook groups, but I was able to determine where the now-defunct cemetery is located.


County Poor Farm #2 was/is located just off the intersection of 412 and Highway Z next to the Pemiscot County Special School District administrative building.  The district superintendent was outside when I pulled up, and he gave me permission to walk the empty field.  I said a few words, left a note and some flowers, and felt a great sense of peace at finally being able to "Find Horace."  Thank you, automobiles, for your assistance.

Saturday, October 28, 2023

#52Ancestors, Week 43, Dig a Little Deeper

What is something I had to dig a little deeper than usual to find?  How about...EVERYTHING?! Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic, but sometimes I definitely feel like I dig and dig and dig and never find anything worthwhile.  I've written about many of these experiences on this very blog.

Where was Nettie Pearson between 1945 and her death in 1968?  I've tried tracking her son (he disappears, too), inquiring with the St. Clair County Historical Society (St. Clair County is her last residence listed on the Social Security Death Index), and looking for any variation of her numerous names (Nettie M. Pearson McClure Hudson Miller Reed Johnson), all to no avail.  Neither my mother nor my aunts and uncle were even aware of her existence, so I am currently waiting on her son's merchant marines records in the hopes that I may find a clue to her whereabouts as well as more information to flesh out his lean biography.

The additional list of ancestors who just seem to disappear into the ether without a trace is a lengthy one: Leona (Green) Terpinitz, Jennie Grace (Terpinitz) Lambert Amey Johnson, Thomas J. Pearson, John Field and his son, William Field, just to name a few.  For the last three, it seems unlikely I will ever find a date of death.  Even if there were death records, they were almost certainly lost in fires or floods or perhaps thrown away by a descendant who didn't care to know about the past.  It is likely the best I will be able to do is approximate a year of death based on last known records. The possibility of finding a complete family Bible is a pipe dream.

Speaking of Bibles, anyone happen to have one lying around for the Green family of New York, Rhode Island, Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois? No?  How about a suggestion as to another way to determine Thomas Green's parents?  No obituary, death record, or even Civil War pension file has revealed the answer.  The lone sister I have been able to confirm, Louisiana (Green) Adams, has been of no help.  She lived a long time and had many children and a lengthy obituary.  The obituary gives no clues, and the death certificate is, as of yet, undiscovered.

How was Emma Katherine Green already a Pearson when she married George William Pearson?  Well, I did manage to unearth the truth of that one through deductive reasoning. Pearson children born well before her marriage to George, the marriage of her divorced mother to a Pearson, and various records for her children - individually, they prove little, but if you put the pieces together, you come to the conclusion that she was married to her stepdad's son, John Winston Pearson, before marrying my great great grandfather, George William Pearson.  Sounds like an episode of Maury or Jerry Springer, if you ask me...

I could probably go on forever, but I won't.  If you've read this far, don't take my frustration as an indication that I don't enjoy digging.  I certainly do, but if I'm going to dig every which way but up, I'd like to eventually hit pay dirt.  These "adventures in genealogy" don't always lead to success, but if it's important, you'll keep on digging anyway.

Monday, October 9, 2023

#52Ancestors, Week 41: Genealogical Travels

The last two summers, my family has taken a variety of road trips.  My husband and daughter more or less leave me to plan them, so while I'm researching possible destinations, I keep in mind each of our requirements.
My husband - local distillery
My daughter - something outdoorsy (hiking, bird watching, etc.)
Me - genealogical quest 
The first two requirements are usually fairly easily fulfilled.  Mine is slightly less so, but I still accomplish it more often than not.

It all started, though, with a road trip with my mother and sister to Pulaski County, Illinois, in August 2014.  We didn't have much of a plan other than trying to find some relatives' resting places and then possibly rifling through some documents at the courthouse.  I believe Cuzzin Heather is writing about her stay in a hotel in Ullin (I think it might be the only hotel in Pulaski County), but we opted to stay in Metropolis - the home of Superman - which is just east of Pulaski County in Massac County.  We didn't know it when we booked the hotel, but it was still a relevant place to stay when it came to our family.  The hotel sat right on the Ohio River which our ancestors had to cross when they made their way from Kentucky.

Railroad bridge across the Ohio River - both the river and the railroad were a part of our family for generations

Our first goal was to locate the headstone of Emma Kate and George William Pearson, my great great grandparents.  Thanks to FindaGrave, we knew what cemetery they were in, and we had a general idea of their location.  Considering the size of the cemetery, we found them fairly quickly.

George and Emma's headstone in August 2014

You'll notice that George's date of death is missing.  We assume that's because Emma Kate pre-deceased him by 10 years, so there was no one to remind the children to take care of his headstone. 😂 My mother and I eventually contacted Bell Monument Company (which services the tristate area of Kentucky, Illinois, and Missouri), and after 85+ years, George finally has his date of death on his headstone. 

We next attempted to locate my great great great grandparents in Pearson Cemetery.  Being a family cemetery on land that used to belong to the Pearsons, it was not not marked. We stopped at the courthouse to get an exact location, and they suggested we call a local woman who specializes in the genealogy of the area. Lucky for us, she also happened to live on the land my 3x great grandparents once owned!  We met up with her 'by the dead tree near the old church' (I love how locals navigate), and she took us around the property.  Unfortunately, what's left of Pearson Cemetery now circles an old tree in a cornfield.  The corn was high, so we couldn't get to the headstones, but she did eventually send me pictures of the stones that remained.  I’ve written about some of those stones here.

The tree and cornfield in question

It was a successful trip, and I had plans for returning to Pulaski County in the not-too-distant future.  The next year, though, my daughter was born, and that put a wrench in any leisurely traveling plans for a while.

Fast forward to the summer of 2022.  Having lost 3 of our pets in the course of 5 months (January-May), we decided to honor them by taking various road trips over the course of the summer.  In late July, we took a trip to Carbondale, Illinois.  My husband went to school there, but it also happens to be within 'spitting distance' of Anna, Illinois, and that is where Emma Kate Pearson's father (another great great great grandfather) is buried.  My husband stopped at a local distillery, my daughter got to go hiking at Giant City, and then they humored my 'dead people' obsession, and we went looking for Thomas Green.  Once again, thanks to the magic of FindaGrave, we located our objective quickly (which is very fortunate.  Have you ever been to southern Illinois mid-July?!).

Thomas Green - Civil War soldier, 11th Illinois Infantry

We've been back a time or two, and, the last time, my husband entered the satellite location on Google Maps.  We also left Thomas some local lavender.  I'd like to think he enjoyed it.

On this same trip, we went to Fort Massac State Park in Metropolis.  We mostly went because it was free and right on the river, but it may be that it was also genealogically related.
"George Rogers Clark arrived at Fort Massac on July 30, 1778, with about 175 men..."

Cuzzin Heather and I have been working on this on and off, and we believe we are related to George Rogers Clark through our Field line.  There is quite a bit of conflicting information on this, so we are not yet confident enough to make the claim.  

My little family took another trip a few weeks later, and our destination was primarily Paducah, Kentucky.  We found two distilleries for my husband and a nature center for my daughter.  My genealogical quest was related to Wilmington Cemetery.  I've already written about that, so follow the link if you're interested (PLEASE BE INTERESTED).

This past summer (2023), one of my genealogical adventures included meeting Cuzzin Heather in the flesh!  (Don't worry - distilleries and nature preserves were also visited.)  

Genealogy isn't for everyone, but I am lucky that my family indulges what they find to be a strange hobby.  Of course, my husband is always much more amenable after we've stopped at a distillery or two!  My daughter groans about Mom looking for "dead people" and sarcastically asks if we're going to stop at every cemetery we pass.  *whispers*  Sometimes...it's tempting.

Wednesday, May 31, 2023

#52Ancestors, Week 22: At the (Wilmington) Cemetery




These two "headstones" sit in the center of Wilmington Cemetery in Paducah, Kentucky.  They are the only remaining indicators of a city that once "lived" here. Currently, this small county burial ground is a type of pauper's cemetery - used for the burials of those who cannot afford to pay.  Once, though, the town of Wilmington existed in this space and was McCracken County's first county seat. Here is its brief history.

McCracken County was formed from Hickman County in 1825, and Wilmington became its county seat in 1827. The town of Wilmington was approximately 102 acres, and McCracken County Deed Book A (p. 22) indicates the sale of 42 lots of land in Wilmington in 1827. However, only 8 buildings were ever completed, one of them being the courthouse which was completed in 1830. Perhaps this modest success encouraged more people to buy here, as another spate of lots were sold in 1830 (pp. 102-103). A post office was opened in 1831. In 1832, extensive flooding occurred, and the county records were hastily removed from the Wilmington courthouse.  They traveled by skiff to what would eventually become the new county seat, Paducah. This event is depicted on the Paducah Wall to Wall floodwall mural. In the foreground, 2 dejected-looking men linger by the steps of the courthouse.  Behind the courthouse, a man pushes off into the floodwaters, presumably carrying the last of the courthouse documents. Several submerged buildings, possibly homes, can be seen in the background. This rather inauspicious start more or less marked the end of Wilmington, not only as the county seat, but also as a town.  The post office that opened in 1831 closed in 1846.  Wilmington no longer exists, and while I have done quite a bit of searching, there doesn't seem to be much about it beyond what I have related here.


Sad and secluded Wilmington Cemetery is important to me, not because of anyone buried here, but because my 4x great grandfather, John Field, purchased 3 plots of land here (lots 2, 5, & 9) in 1827. He and his wife, Jane Staton, had married in McCracken County in 1825, so one can only assume he intended to build in Wilmington and be at the center of McCracken County life. As far as I can tell, though, none of the 8 buildings completed belonged to him.  The Deed Books indicate he purchased other land (outside of Wilmington) in McCracken County, but I haven't found any record of sale for the lots of land he bought in Wilmington in 1827. Did he "take a bath" in the flood waters of 1832?  I'll probably never know.  John Field is a slippery fellow who evidently died sometime between 1840 and 1850, leaving behind his wife and two children.  They moved to Illinois not long after.  

Last summer, standing in the emptiness of Wilmington Cemetery, I could certainly appreciate the desire to own property in this area.  It was lush, green, and peaceful, and I hope this post will at least preserve the memory of Wilmington, the-county-seat-that-was. 









Friday, April 14, 2023

#52Ancestors #Week15 William Field - Solitude?

 Whether we wished it or not, whether we accepted or fought it, the Pandemic taught each of us lessons about solitude.  There was hardship, but there was beauty, if one chose to see it.  A good friend gave me a greeting card, which I have framed, of two friends in side-by-side treehouses, passing a basket on a clothesline.  They are apart, but breaking bread.

When I examine the tree and the ancestors and relatives I share with Rachel, I don’t feel I know enough about most of them to decide if some felt or chose solitude.  Little facts, and even fewer anecdotes remain.  But one person stood out, and it’s come to me in the last few days that if I can manage a few short paragraphs, especially about those that seem most forgotten, then I have done what I can in my work to record them all.

William Field was the only son of John and Jane (Staton) Field to be recorded and to have reached adulthood.  He was born in Kentucky and lived near the Ohio River, which was likely a huge part of his life. As a teen, he lost his father, and sometime shortly after 1850, he and his mother appear to have followed his sister Nancy across the river to Pulaski County Illinois where all of the members of the immediate family lived the rest of their days.

Probably around 1856 or 57, William (age about 27) married Parilee, or PL Lowe, who was about 15. In November 1857 or 58, they had a baby daughter with a very big name: Josephine Emeline Matilda Field. She may have been their only child, and it certainly seems so. There is no further record of her mother after the 1860 census, when little Jo is a year old. She may have died of any number of causes, but this is the only record of her.

The Civil War intervened, and William enlisted in the 11th Illinois, Company H. No known relatives of his, be they cousins or in-laws, served in this unit, so it appears he did not necessarily set off in a band of brothers. Also, after his young wife leaves the narrative, it appears he didn’t remarry, or not for any length of time, as he never appears in any Pension rolls or as the veteran in a Widow’s application.

In the 1870 census (see below) he lists his daughter by one of her middle names, but she is also listed by her first name (the name she used as an adult) a few households away on the same page, living with a sister-in-law of her aunt. Given the situation at home, with no mother for a young girl and the absence of her grandmother, who had lived with Jo as an infant but died shortly after the war ended, my interpretation is that William was largely alone. Certainly not alone by choice, and perhaps with the happy benefit of family nearby, but he is also unlisted in any further mention in newspaper or official record, although many family members do appear. 

Another clue to William’s theoretic solitude is Jo’s marriage to Gideon Castle. She is not quite 16, and perhaps the same age as her mother when marrying her father. Was she leaving her aunt’s home? Was her father present? There is no further record of William. Several family trees that include Jo (presumably some by her descendants) estimate William’s death as 1874. He would have been only 44 years old.  

He had one sister, who married before he came of age. His wife and his mother appear to have died within the cloak of War and the immediate aftermath, and I imagine him having been unable or unwilling to cope with a young daughter on his own.  And then he is gone.

But rather than the presumed death date, I like to see him seated on a strong horse, wishing his newly married daughter well, and riding west. It's much nicer to imagine that he had a future on the horizon, that perhaps there were colorful letters. Perhaps an owner of one of those online trees knows a bit more about him.

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