Friday, September 30, 2011

THE MYSTERY OF NINIAN BEALL'S BURIAL PLACE REMAINS UNSOLVED

About 20 years when I started my family tree, I was just learning how to maneuver around the web. A friend told me if I wanted to find out something, just go to a search engine and put in the subject. Well I put Ninian Beall on google and so much came up, I couldn't read it all on my break so I had to do it over a period of time. But one of the things that I did save was an article about the burial place of Ninian Beall by George Magruder Battey. Well I read the article and told my dad about it leading to Dr. Robert Battey of Rome history. The old Battey hospital was named for him. I didn't think much about it until recently when I was on a  facebook section called "I Grew Up In Rome, GA"(memories) Some one mentioned a book about Rome by George Magruder Battey. I decided I would google the book or try for a biography of G M Battey and found out that he was from Rome, GA. His grandfather was Dr. Robert Battey. Dr. Battey was born in Augusta, GA to Cephas Battey and Mary Agnes Magruder. Mary died when Robert was 12 and his father died when he was 7 so he was raised by some friends and relatives in Augusta. He finished school and became a doctor. He raised his family in Rome, GA. I didn't find much of a biography on the grandson so I went back to my tree to see if I could make the connection. I knew that one of Ninian Beall's daughters (Sarah) had married a Magruder and one of his sons had also married a Magruder. So that is where I started. It took me a while, about 48 hours to make the connection as 3 people were named Ninian Magruder in suscetion. This included another Magruder marrying another Beall (Lucy.) Now I know that we are not really related, not even branch kin, but it is good to know that my ancestor had produced so many doctors, lawyers, judges, congressmen and Maryland Governors by name Sprigg, Pratt, Lowe, and Warfield. The following is the article written by G M Battey about Ninian Beall's burial location.


The mystery of Ninian Beall's burial place remains unsolved by George Magruder BatteyAt a recent dinner party in Washington assembling a group of descendants of Col. Ninian Beall, Maryland pioneer, the question of where he was buried was animatedly discussed. From the conclusions arrived at it would seem that this red-haired giant, who was reputedly six feet seven inches tall, possessed the unusual faculty of occupying several places at once.*
*The following quotation is from Sally Somerwell Mackally, Early Days of Washington, p. 48: "In 1783 there were no public burying grounds. Prominent families had private ones adjoining their homes. Ninian Beall's lot was on Gay [N] street [Georgetown]. In recent years this lot has been built upon, and when the foundations were being dug... the body of Ninian Beall was removed. His skeleton was found in perfect preservation, and measured six feet seven inches, and his hair which was very red had retained its natural color." --En.The guests had in mind a proposition to erect a monument to the memory of their remarkable Scotch forebear, provided they could definitely locate his sacred dust, and provided further that the spot, once found, should be suitable to such a plan. They recalled that the matter had been mooted for many years, with the same result, and they went home.
It is with a feeling that Colonel Beall has been scantily recognized by history and will stand further interpretation and appreciation that the writer has taken up his pen.
Science has prolonged the life of the average man of this day to some 35 years, and in contrast with this limit we note that Colonel Beall lived to 92. In point of years, then, he lived nearly three average lives; and in point of accomplishment and hair-raising adventure (fighting Oliver Cromwell in Scotland and Indians and other troublesome elements in the new country of America) he packed at least six lives into one.
Colonel Beall never paid any attention to the old Biblical injunction to attain a stretch of three score years and ten, and then shake off this mortal coil. At 70 he had just begun to accumulate momentum. When he turned this familiar corner he was met by various committees who suggested it was time to retire and take things easy. He waved the committees aside, got himself appointed or elected to the Maryland Legislature, continued to fight Indians and put down other unruly elements, rode his spirited horse over his numerous plantations, especially in Prince George County, which in the production of tobacco topped all neighborhoods of the Tobacco Belt.
As a young man Colonel Beall just couldn't get started. He was born in 1625 at Largs, Fifeshire, Scotland, on the Firth of Forth, near the scene of recent German bombardments. Largs was the native town of Alexander Sclkirk*, who, in the Queen Anne age, was marooned on the Island of Juan Fernandez in the South Pacific and thereby furnished Daniel Defoe with the materials for the world-famous romance of "Robinson Crusoe." Ninian Beall was the son of Dr. James Beall (or Bell), of Largs. People married earlier in that day, as they had fewer responsibilities and more money, particularly those who entertained some hope of emigrating to America and populating the broad expanses on this side. Ninian Beall is reliably reported to have married one Elizabeth Gordon in Scotland.
The matter of coming to America in 1650 when 25 years old was an afterthought. In fact, it was not his thought at all, but Oliver Cromwell's. The thought in that connection was that the rangy young Ninian would add greatly to the Cornwellian manpower needed to produce raw materials in the American Valhalla.
The idea came into Cromwell's head as the result of spreading his war net for canny Scots at the Battle of Dunbar across the Firth of Forth from Ninian's home. The fatal date was Sept. 3, 1650, of a morning. Cromwell's 12,000 "Ironsides" had fallen back before the 23,000 Scotch under command of David Lesley, and come to a halt at Dunbar, in a valley.
The Scotch commanded the surrounding hills and passes and could have soon starved the Cromwell force except that dissension broke out in their own camp and led them into a monumental blunder. The swordbearing preachers who had accompanied the Scotch army prevailed upon Lesley to dismiss the Cavaliers from his ranks and to give up the high ground and meet the English on the plain. The battle raged for an hour on equal terms until Cromwell's cavalry, coming up, turned the tide.
We can assume that as Cavalier or otherwise, Ninian Beall was in the thick of the fight, leading a detachment but powerless to stop the rout of his countrymen, who negotiated those craggy hillsides with the alacrity of billygoats and made tracks for Edinburgh. Ten thousand Scots, including our hero, were captured, and the booty consisted of all the artillery, 15,000 stands of arms, and 200 colors, not to mention the kilties.
The Tower of London and the jails of England were insufficient to contain such a horde of prisoners, for concentration camps were then unknown. The embarrassment of housing and feeding so many was so great that Cromwell quickly released 3,000, but these did not include the doughty Ninian, who as a staunch supporter of the evanescent and exiled Charles II was considered a "rare specimen."
The "spoils system" did not start with Andrew Jackson in the early days of the United States. It probably started before Oliver Cromwell. At any rate, Cromwell profited by it or turned it to the account of England. He packed a lot of those Dunbar prisoners off to the Island of Barbados, in the West Indies, on cockleshell sailing ships, to do time. Ninian Beall, of the flint-and-steel makeup, he who had been captured but not conquered, went along.
Barbados was a large island with highly fertile valleys and snug harbors. It was ruled by Governor Searle and his retinue of plantation grandees. Tobacco and cotton were the principal crops, with sugar cane and molasses as the minor items. The grandees were closely allied with the London merchants, who had bought the Dunbar prisoners at public auction and placed upon them the obligation of working five years, seven years or some other number of years to "pay their way out."
Governor Searle soon had so many captives from Scotland and Ireland that he and his staff proposed to Cromwell the grandiloquent plan of driving the Spanish out of the western world; "and see," exulted the Governor, "our proud little island alone can furnish you 10,000 strong fighting men." Despite the fact that Cromwell adopted the plan, it proved unpopular with the merchants and the grandees, with the result that only 2,000 recruits left the island for the Spanish Main, and the expedition proved a failure for want of adequate support.
We do not know how Ninian Beall figured in this mixup. We only know he showed up in Calvert County, Maryland, about 1657, with the determination to make a new start in life. Subsequently he was identified with Prince George County, which was cut off Calvert. He may have driven some kind of bargain with Governor Searle, or swam to Florida and footed it to Maryland, for he had heard that in this State the English followers of Sir Walter Raleigh put their faith in excellent smoking tobacco.
Cromwell meanwhile, must have found some of his Scottish Barbados prisoners in the London ballrooms and ale shops, for he complained to Governor Searle, who meekly replied that if the men were leaving the grandee paradise, it was without his knowledge and consent.
Cromwell was pocketing a nice wad of money for the English Exchequer in the business of selling captives to the London merchants, and he continued fighting the adherents of Charles II until he had either laid them out or taken them into his bag. Came the final battle of Worcester in the shire which suggests appetizing sauce--a year to the day after Dunbar, that is, Sept. 3, 1651. We mark the date especially because in the is final stand of Charles II, by an odd quirk of fate, Cromwell captured another batch of troublesome men, including one whose son was subsequently to marry into the family of Ninian Beall. Reference is to Alexander Macgregor, a member of the outlawed Highland Clan Gregor which for 150 years resisted the attempt to unite Scotland and England at the expense of those knights of the thistle who held the clan system next to life itself.
Of the three brothers Macgregor in the Battle of Worcester, James was killed, and Alexander and John were taken prisoner and sent to Barbados, whence they proceeded to Maryland. By this time the two survivors had changed their name to MacGroother, which in time became Magruder. John Magruder died without issue. Alexander Magruder married as his first wife Margaret Braithwaite, daughter of William Braithwaite, Commander of the Isle of Kent, earliest seat of proprietary government in Maryland, member of the first General Assembly of the province, Acting Governor and cousin-german to Cecelius Calvert, second Lord Baltimore. He married secondly Sarah Hawkins, and thirdly, Elizabeth Hawkins. His son, Samuel Magruder I, born 1654 in Prince George County, married Sarah Beall, daughter of Col. Ninian Beall, and they became the ancestors of the numerous and prominent Magruders of Maryland, Virginia, Georgia, Mississippi, and elsewhere.
At 42 years of age, in 1667, Col. Ninian Beall married secondly 16-year-old Ruth Moore, daughter of Richard Moore, a Calvert County lawyer. The children of this union were numerous and are represented in Maryland by the families of Beall, Brooke, Bowie, Addison, Balch, Mackall, Washington, Johns, Magruder and others. Mr. J. Ninian Beall, Washington business man, has estimated that Col. Ninian Beall left 70,000 descendants, who can probably be found in every State of the Union. Colonel Beall died at "Bacon Hall," Prince George County, Md., 3 miles south of Upper Marlboro, in 1717.
As an illustration of the way the family tree branched, we may take the State of Georgia, to which Bealls and Magruders repaired from Maryland and Virginia in the great land boom following the Revolutionary War. Ninian Offutt Magruder settled as a planter in Columbus County, Ga., near Augusta, and from him descended Robert Battey, of Rome, physician and surgeon, and numerous progeny. Noble Peyton Beall and wife, Justiana Dickinson Hooper, settled in Franklin County, Ga., and from this union sprang (through Samuel Charles Candler and Martha Bernetta Beall) the remarkable family of Candler of Atlanta, including the late Asa Griggs Candler, of soft drink fame, and his brother, Bishop Warren Aiken Candler, of the Methodist Church, South, and former President of Emory College. On the bench, in business and political life, in science and the pulpit the Candlers, six generations down, have ably upheld the banner of the irrepressible nonagenarian who was the forbear of Maryland Governors Sprigg, Pratt, Lowe and Warfield.
Indeed, the various other ramifications of this pioneer family have averaged high, and have set a mark for future generations to emulate.
Some years ago, with symbolical reference to Colonel Beall's "Rock of Dumbarton" estate, on the terrace of the St. John's Episcopal Church in Georgetown was unveiled a bronze tablet, suitably inscribed and superimposed upon a massive stone.
Writes an enthusiastic red-haired descendant, Mrs. Rufus Lenoir Gwyn, of Lenoir, N.C., to whom we are indebted for the excellent portrait:
"Unless I'm greatly mistaken, Colonel Ninian Beall is buried beneath that stone."

*In further research, I found Alexander Sclkirk had a girlfriend by the name of Beall and they fought continuously until he left for the Islands.

BEALL FAMILY HISTORY-AUGUSTUS C. BEALL AND THOMAS F. BEALL

I recently read an article about the Beall's from Texas and thought I would add to my blog. My dad told my that he had relatives that moved to Texas because his dad wrote letters to them. I never found any of the paper work of my granddad's as I think it went to my step-mom's family. Any way, I never saw any of this, just a few pictures. The following is about Augustus Chandler Beall and his second son, Thomas Frederick Beall. Thomas would have been my granddad's first cousin. The story was written by his granddaughter, Gladys Viola Anderson.


BEALL HISTORY part 1
from a great granddaughter of Augustus Chandler Beall

this is typed exactly as it is handwritten
For the love I have for my ancestors and the knowledge I have that we are to be one grand family in the here after.
I write a story of my beloved Grandfather, Thomas Frederick Beall was born 24 May 1848 in Rusk Co Texas. He was the second son of Augustus C. Beall and Charlotte Elizabeth Coltharp. Augustus C was born 20 Jan 1819, he was the son of (Gen.) William O. Beall and Nancy Farmer Chandler, they were from Franklin Co. Ga.
Charlotte Elizabeth Coltharp was born 26 Oct 1830, she was the daughter of James Coltharp and Joanna McSpadden. James Coltharp was born 21st Aug 1809. Joanna McSpadden was born 16 Aug 1801.
My Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother Augustus C. Beall and Charlotte Elizabeth Coltharp were married 24 of June 1845, Leak Co Miss. on Pearl River. They had the following children, William Wallace Beall(1846-1848), Thomas Frederic Beall(1848-1936), James Egbert "Eck". Beall(1851-1905),Joseph Chandler Beall(1853-1930) Nancy Joanna Beall(1857-1923), Jefferson Davis Beall(1861-1949), Emma Amelia Beall(1864-1881), John Arthur Beall(1867, Noble Bruce Beall(1870-1895), Martha Sophronia Beall(1875-1875). Walter Green Beall

Here is a little history of the Beall name, Augustus C. Beall ancestor's paternal Father (Gen.) William Beall, Grandfather (Gen) Frederick Beall; Great grandfather Thaddeus Beall. Thaddeus married his cousin Jane a sister of Daniel Beall. (Gen) Frederic Beall, married his cousin Martha Peyton Beall daughter of Daniel, her mother a Miss Martha Peyton.
The Beall family came South from the District of Columbia some years after the independence of the Colonies was established.
In Maryland, Kentucky and parts of Texas the name has usually been pronounced with the (long e) as Beals, but in Georgia and Miss. and east Texas it has been pronounced as it spelled Bell that is with the "a" silent.
This information about the Beall name was given to the family by John B. Beall.

BEALL HISTORY part 2
My Grand Father Thomas Frederick was born of Christian parents in a home filled with love. Most of the Beall family belonged to the Missionary Baptist Church.
To show the love they had for each other and the belief of God, here is a quotation from a letter written from Irvinton GA 3rd Feb 1848, written to my great grandfather Augustus C. Beall by his Bro. Thomas N. Beall. quote,
"Dear Augustus I hope if we shall never see each other this side of the grave for the finally faithful, I feel determined to try to live so as to get there. I hope to see my brothers and sisters, father & mother and all relatives in that bright world although we are scattered from Maine to Texas. If we live right before God, we shall finally all meet where the weary are at rest.
I remain your affection Bro Thomas N Beall "unquote"
Grandfather Thomas Frederick boyhood days were like most of the boys of that day. He came from a line of fine people, most of them were well fixed but not wealthy. Grandfather had a fair education, he loved books.
The years past on Grandfather at the age of 22 fell in love with a beautiful girl. Her name Margaret Missouri Cantrell. They were married 22 Dec 1870 Van Zandt Co Texas. Margaret was the fifth child of Zion and Eliza (Smith) Cantrell.
Margaret Missouri was born 20 Jan 1850 in Carrolton Ga and came to Texas when 4 years old.
The Bealls were a family who stood pioneer life with fine physique. Grandfather was a farmer which he enjoyed. He and his good wife were pioneers of West Texas. Ever year they would go further west, we know they had a hard time as all pioneers do. They raised a lovely family of ten children. Beaulah Morris, Otho Leslie, Nora Romeio, Adah Arthur, Florence Ila, Erin Mason, Walter Warren, Orin Homer, James Haile, Ollie May, and Addie Pearl Beall. Now if you are noticing that there are 11 children listed, Adah Arthur did not live to adulthood. She was killed. It is explained later in this story.


BEALL HISTORY part 3
My Mother Beaulah Morris Beall being the oldest child she remembered what pioneer life was like, My Mother told about the sad accident of her baby sister Adah Arthur being killed 13 July 1878 by a log rolling on her. Grandfather was hauling logs to make a home, they caught  little Adah pinning her beneath it. Grandfather had gone after more logs, when the the accident happened. Grandma and my mother had to get her out with the help of the other little children.
Time marches on it is now May 1891 - Grandfather and Grandmother have arrived at Lockney, Floyd Co Texas. A vast prairie country to establish them another home. It was a new country no towns. There were a few pioneers coming in from other places. Among them was Thomas Franklin Anderson & family.
The Bealls and Anderson's settled close together, you can imagine what happened with young people in both families.
It was on a summer day the 10th  of Aug 1892, that two lovers were joined in matrimony. Beaulah Morris Beall was married to John Killis Anderson. He was the son of Thomas Franklin Anderson and Margaret Elizabeth Hunter. Time marches on Mother & Dad had five children as follows. Thomas Franklin or sometimes called T. F., O. J. or Olen Jay, Bertie May, Gladys Viola, Lora Winona Anderson.
I knew my Grand father in his elder years, about the first I can remember of him we were living at Floyd, New Mexico. Grandfather & Grandmother came to see us. Aunt Pearl was teaching school in Trinidad, Colorado. They had been to see her and they came by our place on their way home. As they were leaving Grandfather gave Bertie and I enough money to get us a new dress. I can remember the cloth was pink with a little white strip in it, we called it our Grandpa dress.



BEALL HISTORY part 4
As I grew older I remember him as being about 5 ft 8 inch tall, weight 155 lb. Grandfather always had a good garden, flowers and fruit trees. _______________ Grandfathers & Grandma's and eat potatoes, gravy and beet pickles, oh boy how good.
Mother said Grandpa use to sing when you and I were young Maggie to Grandma as if it was composed for them.
I never lived around my Grandparents very much, as we lived in New Mexico, most of the time. As time marches on Father came to Arizona in April 1918. Father and Mother only stayed in Arizona three years. They went back to Lockney, Texas to be near grandfather and grandmother in their old age.
As time goes on we find it is 9 Oct 1935, we, that is my husband and children & I went to see Father & Mother and grandfather & grandmother. This was the last time I saw my grandparents, as each one was getting very feeble.
Grandfather passed away. 10 Jan 1936, being almost 86 years old.
Grandmother passed away 8 May 1937, she being 87 years old, both buried in Irick Cemetery in Lockney Texas. They lived to see their 10 children grow old.
Grandfather & Grandmother raised a grand daughter, her name Ina Lenora Beall. Ina Lenora is the daughter of Otho Leslie and Lelia Irene (Barnes) Beall
Ina Lenora Beall
Gladys Viola Anderson Pearce
33 N. Hibbert,
Mesa, Arizona
was born 6 Nov 1897 Floyd, Floyd Co Texas.
Ina married Clarence R. Cockerham 27 Sept 1914
Ina's mother, Lelia Irene Beall died 6 Dec 1897
Grandfather & Grand Mother had a host of grand children.

Written 8 Dec 1945, by a grand daughter

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

BALLAD OF MARY PHAGAN

When all the cousins met Saturday, we commented about going to Ma Jones' house and visiting many time in our youth.. You never sat in her rocker. And she would sing songs, particularly "Little Mary Phagan." I decided to find out what I could about this person.

  Mary Phagan was born in Florence, Alabama, four months after her father died, into a family that had farmed in Georgia for generations. Her paternal grandfather, William Joshua Phagan provided her mother and siblings with a home near his in rural Marietta, but Phagan's mother moved the family to Eastpoint, where she opened a boarding house. The children took jobs in local mills. Mary left school at the age of ten to work part-time in a textile mill. She worked various places until the Spring of 1912 when she went to work  at the National Pencil Factory. She earned $4.05 a week for 55 hours. The following is the song that my grandmother sang to us. We would sit and listen to every verse.







Little Mary Phagan, left her home one day;
She went to the pencil factory, To see the big parade.

She left her home at eleven, she kissed her mother good-by;
Not one time did the poor child think, that she was a going to die.

Leo Frank he met her, with a brutish heart we know;
He smiled and said, "Little Mary, you won't go home no more."

Sneaked along behind her, till she reached the medal-room;
He laughed, and said, "Little Mary, you have met your fatal doom."

Down upon her knees to Leo Frank she pled, 
He'd taken a stick from the trash-pile  and struck her cross the head.

Tears flowed down her rosey cheeks while the blood flowed down her back.
Remembered telling her mother what time she would be back.

You killed little Mary Phagan, it was on one holiday;
called for old Jim Conley to carry her body away.

He'd taken her to the basement, she was bound both hand and feet;
Down in the basement, little Mary she did sleep.

Newtley was the watchman who went to wind his key;
Down in the basement, little Mary he did see.

Went in and called the officers who names I do not know;
Come to the pencil factory, said, "Newtley, you must go.

Taken him to the jail-house, they locked him in a cell;
Poor old innocent negro, knew nothing for to tell.

Have a notion in my head, when Frank he comes to die;
Stand examination, in a courthouse in the sky.

Come, all you jolly people, wherever you may be;
Suppose little Mary Phagan, belonged to you or me.

Now little Mary's mother, she weeps and mourns all day;
Praying to meet little Mary in a better world someday.

Now little Mary's in heaven, Leo Frank's in jail;
waiting for the day to come, when he can tell his tale.

Frank will be astonished, when the angels come to say;
you killed little Mary Phagan; it was on one holiday.

Judge he passed the sentence, then he reared back;
if he hang Leo Frank, it won't bring Mary back.

Frank, he's got little children, and they will want for bread;
look up at their papa's picture, say "now my papa's dead."

Judge he pass the sentence, he reared back in his chair;
he will hang Leo Frank, and give the negro a year.

Next time he passed the sentence, you bet he passed it well;
Well, Solister H. M. sent Leo Frank to hell. 

Sunday, September 25, 2011

COUSINS TILL THE END

My cousins and I met for lunch on Saturday at the Cracker Barrell in Cartersville, GA. We had a great time. We are so blessed with our family. Cousins are best friends for life. They are always there for you when you need them, in the good times as well as the bad. Took plenty of pictures.


The whole gang starting from left to right-Diane Cambron Rood, Rhonda Beall Hawkins, Paula Whitehead Fuller, Brenda Jones Redd, Ovaline Greeson Dinning, Joann Greeson Bragg Ellis, Charlene Jones Odom, and our only surviving sibling of the Jones Clan-Aunt Doris Jones Sheppard.

We were all deep in thought, Diane, Rhonda and Paula. We were the 3 musketeers growing up. Usually when you saw one of us, you saw us all until we got in high school. Then Diane was at West Rome and Paula and I were at East Rome.

Aunt Doris with Joann and Ovaline. Doris is 80 years old and we are so blessed to have her still with us.
Paula and Diane on the bench in front of Cracker Barrell. Two very lovely young ladies.


Paula and Brenda can't make up their mind. For a while, I thought we wouldn't get a picture of Brenda. She was always behind the camera.


Charlene, Joann and Ovaline. At first, we couldn't get a round table and we were hollowing back and forth but we grabbed one as the people left before it was even cleaned. We had a great time and hope to do it again soon.


We could alway count on Ovaline to carry the conversation. No wonder she wanted a round table, she has to be looking at you to make sure you hear what she is saying. Bless her heart. I love  her.


There were eleven granddaughters in all but we lost one in May-Helen Morris Paige. And 3 couldn't be with us. Ms. Kathy Mabry, Jean Cochran and Linda Russell. Jean is on dialysis now so please pray for her and her family  at this time. Until next time. Rhonda

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

SEARCHING FOR "HARVE'S" MOTHER

Harve is Andrew Jefferson Harve Franks, father of Thomas Napoleon Franks and the great, great grandfather of my children.

      I started on this journey about 30 years ago when I first heard the story of the Franks. Seems like their granddaddy, Andrew Jefferson "Harve" Franks, liked to tell stories and the main one concerned the family heritage. He always stated that he was not a Franks but an Emerson. That his mother had been married before Wes and this man died leaving his mother with 2 sons. I hadn't done much on the family history at that time. Randall Franks had done some research and a family tree so I read a copy. It always stuck in my mind and I wanted to do some research in Tennessee but just couldn't find the time. After I retired, I acquired a computer and started a family tree on ancestry.com. I started searching out all the census records in TN to no avail. I was checking any message boards on Emerson's and just couldn't find any information. I did find Wes' dad, Hamilton Frank and all his siblings but nothing else. I found a marriage record for Wesly Frank and Rebecca Coon. Now I had a name to go with the mother. This went on for about 2 years and nothing more. One day, I decided to google Rebecca Coon Frank just by chance that I had missed something in the past 5 years. I came up with a Wiley Frank in TN who just happened to have a daughter named Rebecca E. who had married a George Coon.. I did a basic search and found that Rebecca's father, Wiley, and Hamilton Frank's father, James, were brothers. This made Rebecca and Ham, as he was called, first cousins. A little more search and I found a marriage record for Rebecca Frank and George Coon. On the 1870 census record, Rebecca is living in the home with her father and she has a son named John Coon. To add more interest, Rebecca's mother died and her father, Wiley, has married a woman named Elizabeth Emerson. Also, Rebecca has a brother named Robison. He has 2 children that marry Emersons'. Addie Frank married Jesse Emerson and William married Ellen Emerson so Harve would have had first cousins that were Emerson's. This had to mean something in this history. I have never believed in coincidence and they were cousins no less. The last record I had for Rebecca is in 1900 and she is called Rosey which could have been a nickname from childhood. She has been married for 27 years. Father-in-law, Hamilton, is living in the home. I don't know if this is the end of this brick wall, but it answers alot of questions. I just wish that Ruby, my mother-in-law, had known this before she died. However, she had all her answers when she reached Heaven.

      I did find a possible location for the burial of Wiley Frank. Murray's Baptist Church Cemetery in Loudon County, Tennessee. There is no record on findagrave.com but I did find Addie Frank Emerson. Hoping a search of the genwebproject.com will have a record and I can add it to his page. I have found death locations of three of the siblings of Wesly Frank. Originally, this name did not contain an "s" but Harve added it when he moved to Georgia.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

WILBURN GAULT ELLIS

A painting of Wilburn Gault Ellis in uniform.





















Another interesting story from my family history is Wilbur Gault Ellis. He was also the brother of my second great grandfather, John Milton Ellis. Wilbur or Gault as he was called most of the time was an interesting character. I received a copy of a letter he had written to Congress about his pension from the US government. According to the letter, dated July 29, 1915-To the Honorable Commissioner of Pensions in Washington D.C. I will try to copy it and post on this document for your reading pleasure but it states:
Dear Sir
I will answer all the questions to the best of my knowledge and ability first. I did not render any military or naval service prior to February of 1861 and second, I can not furnish any copy of any Church record of my birth. I do not think there was any as we wer not Church goers. Neither can I furnish any copy or family record showing date of birth for this reason: First my father's family was a Union family or what was cald Lincolnites at the out break of the Rebellion and my brothers and myself had our choice to goin the C.S.A. Army or to prison or wors. Of the three alternates, we chose the first, but our brother and myself taken the first chance and went to the old Flag. He to the Army of the Potomack, me to the Army of the Cumberland and the other brothers after the war to different parts of the Union. and if any of them are living, I do not know. My father's home was near the line of Tennessee and Georgia. A stomping ground for robers and theives. under the guise of solders. So all records, relics, pictures and papers of value or not were destroyed and after the war closed, I went home for a short visit to my parents and found it to be unsafe for one who had rendered any military service to the U.S. Government. So I drifted west where I have been ever since. I was born and raised in Murray County, Georgia. May 19, 1845 and lived with my Father until 1863 countinouly at the place of my birth in said Murray County, Georgia. My Father was Nathan Ellis, Mother Mary C. Ellis, Brother John M. Ellis, James H. Ellis, Nathan R. Ellis, Lassan W.Ellis, Leavy M. Ellis, Howard A. Ellis. sisters Mary J. Ellis Martha A Ellis. All was living in Murray County, Georgia in 1850 to 1860.
Very Respectfully
Wilburn G. Ellis
221 German Ave.
Salt Lake, Utah
Subscribed and Sworn before me this 2nd day of Aug. 1915
W. A. McDowd
notary public
He joined Co. H, 36th Ga. Cummings Brigade of the C.S.A. and the first chance he got, he deserted and joined the 10th Calvary, Company L Tennessee of the Union.
Since his family were sympathetic to the Union, it is a wonder that he didn't join them in the first place. At one point in time, he lost a leg and replaced it with wooden. I don't know if this was in the war or after. Haven't found that story yet, but I will keep diggin'





                                                                                                                                    

LAWSON WHITE ELLIS IN THE CIVIL WAR




      I have just run across a distant ancestor of mine that receives my admiration. Lawson White Ellis. He was the brother of my second great grandfather, John Milton Ellis.That would make him the uncle of my great grandmother, Julia He was born on August 10, 1843 in Newport, Tennessee and died on March 30, 1922 in Eton, Georgia. But what caught my attention is his service record in the Civil War. He joined on March 1, 1862 at the age of 18 in Murray County enlisting in Company C, 11th Regiment, GA Volunteer Infantry. On August 30, 1862, he was wounded in the Second Battle of Manasseh's, VA. The wound was so severe that it necessitated amputation. Yet he continued to serve the Cause and continued the fight and was captured at Gettysburg, PA on July 2, 1863. Later he was paroled at De Camp General Hospital, on David's Island, NY. I am sure other men were just as brave. Some people may call it stubbornness. But to me it tells a story of the men who served from Georgia among the many Rebels from the South. Invading our territory was just something you don't do. I don't dwell on the past of this great conflict but this is something that I look to be outstanding in the line of duty. I am sure there were many from the North who were like this and that is probably why the war lasted so long.
      Lawson raised 2 families. His first wife died in 1905 and he married again and had more children. Yet through all this, he still had a farm to provide for his family. And still did all this with just one arm. And we complain today if we have to do a job with 2.
     I just happened to find his death certificate at Georgia's Virtual Vault to give me proof of the day of his death and where he is buried. He lived to be 78 years old.