https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2007/09/the_judeochristian_values_of_a.html
Digging into our family history creates deep connections. Genealogy is about finding our roots. As we research our family tree, we realize how our lives are intertwined with the history of our great nation. My family history includes the Quillin family, the Ewing family, the McNair family, the Jones family, the Bridges family, the King family and the Hulsey family. It is an honor to share their family stories. Search each family name by clicking the labels on the bottom right side.
Tuesday, December 31, 2024
The Melting Pot Part 5
Monday, December 30, 2024
Melting Pot Part 4
https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2007/09/the_judeochristian_values_of_a.html
"all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among them are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness - that to secure these rights governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed ...."
"God who gave us life gave us liberty. Can the liberties of a nation be secure when we have removed a conviction that these liberties are the gift of God?" He also wrote: "Almighty God hath created the mind free. ... All attempts to influence it by temporal punishments or burthens...are a departure from the plan of the Holy Author of our religion..."
"I have sworn upon the altar of God eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man."
"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof."
"It is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God ...."
"We have no government armed with power capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion. Avarice, ambition, revenge, or gallantry would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution was made for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other."
"In regard to this great book, I have but to say, it is the best gift God has given to men. All the good Savior gave to the world was communicated through this book. But for it we could not know right from wrong."
Lincoln also spoke these words at the Gettysburg Address:
"...that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain - that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom - and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."
Sunday, December 29, 2024
The Melting Pot Part 3
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness..."
Since the pursuit of happiness, as Sigmund Freud surmised, is tied to human love and to creative work and play, the principles of American Judeo-Christian Values can rightly be summarized as the honoring of God-given Life, Liberty and Creativity. This seed of American Social Justice was then fleshed out in the U.S. Constitution through reason and common sense, unencumbered by the dysfunctional religious and secular traditions and laws of Old Europe.
Saturday, December 28, 2024
The Melting Pot Part 2
I stand with my jaw dropped, then, trying to understand why we are desperately trying to change history. This IS a melting pot. We adapt, change, grow…we’ve grown over the years, knowing that we must fight against prejudice, but we can’t change what is history. Each of those changes has caused us to grow together.
Friday, December 27, 2024
The Melting Pot Part 1
We were there in 1998
http://www.theviewingdeck.com/2014/05/selcuk-1st-part-strolling-ancient-city.html
TRULY UNDERSTANDING MYSELF
For me, I felt the world fell apart in 2020, as well as in my personal life in 2022. I began to question myself and my belief system, trying to understand why there was such hostility with the Black Lives Matter movement. I truly tried to fit myself into the shoes of a black person, to understand their point of view, to come to grips with what I may be doing to make them STILL feel such prejudice against the white people. In true form, it has taken me several years to sort that out!
I don't come to conclusions quickly, but over these past few years, all of the above has swirled in my head. With the last election, I realize that I am not alone in standing my ground for what I believe is right and just. In the next few posts, I am sharing why I am the way I am/who I am/my belief system as I have always known it. It is also what I believe is the foundation of our American culture, as well. I can no longer make apologies for that. It goes WAY deeper than me. It's in my ROOTS.
My Prequel to Judea Christian Values
In the past month, I have read and heard several things that have led me to consider why I have struggled. The answers have become clear to me through written history. Look at our natural world. Humans bring degradation to that. The animals act in a pure and natural way. But throughout the ages, man has been brutal to man. Going back to the beginning of time, we have to understand if man is inherently good or inherently evil. My mother once challenged my husband to determine the answer to that question. It took him quite a while to conclude, which was her conclusion as well, though he didn't know it at the time, that man is inherently evil. Children are born with a clean slate and must be taught what is right and wrong; what is good and evil. Our Judeo-Christian beliefs bring order to the chaos and gives purpose and meaning to life. Without that, there is no hope. So, I have delved deeply into that belief system.
Go back in time and read the history written by the people who lived during those ages - 100 A.D to the present which is what my husband has done; go back to the archaeological sites, visit the museums like my husband and I and his mother have done, read the Bible, another history book written by those who lived in that time. It is there for all of us to understand, to give us hope and light and faith. Never underestimate the power of God. And do not rewrite history.
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Alongside this struggle with black history, family issues compounded my belief system when in 2022, which I dub as the year from hell for my family, all questions of who I am came into play.
As far as reconciliation for my personal family, I pray for strength to stand for what is truth, all the while trying to keep my faith, be kind and gentle and understanding. But once again, there are values that I hold near that I will not compromise. There are evils in this world, one of which is the abuse of alcohol. There was a reason I left that behind years ago, but it has torn asunder the last little family I have left. They continue to imbibe, and it has wreaked havoc on their small family, and as Mother always said, "Nothing happens in a vacuum", so my world has been greatly affected, as well. I am collateral damage. I may address this more later, but for now, I mention it because it has been another area where I have had to make a stand for my own truths and values at a great cost.Tuesday, December 24, 2024
Growing Up In Small Town America Part 22
SPECIAL
OCCASSIONS
As I got older, I remember having several special occasions
each year where everyone wore formals.
Mother often would make my formal, in fact, I don’t remember but a few
that were store bought. For Horizon Club, we held the Candlelight Ball at
Christmas. This was very formal and we were allowed to ask a boy to be our
date. It was held at the Country Club
and we would dance to a live band until midnight.
Our school held a formal banquet for each sport. We wore
formals, ate a catered meal in the cafeteria and then the program was conducted
form the stage up front to honor the players. Tables were then cleared and a
live band was set up and we would dance until midnight. The football banquet
was the largest one, but there was also a basketball banquet and spring sports
banquet. I was fortunate to be invited as a date each time.
The Junior Senior Prom was a huge banquet designed and
created by the Junior class for the Seniors. Sophmores were pulled in to participate
in the servers at the banquet. I remember our theme when I was a junior was
“Three Coins in a Fountain”, complete with a large fountain in the middle of
the cafeteria. This fountain was created from a large aluminum stock tank with
a tiered fountain in the middle. A pump was used to circulate the water. After the banquet, things were cleared for
the dance. This was always a fun
activity for 3 different grade levels during high school
Monday, December 23, 2024
Growing Up In Small Town America Part 21
Most Christmases, we would go to Granny Hart’s (Merphia Ewing Quillin Hart) house on Christmas Eve to celebrate with Daddy’s family and exchange gifts. Granny would serve a meal and all the cousins would perform a Christmas play. I have some hilarious photos of this Family Christmas Pageant.
Cousins in Crowell (1960) Left to right: Me in the center, 4 years old. Second Row: Carolyn Jones, Patti Jackson, Bob Martin Lynch, Bill Lynch, Jr. Bryan Quillin, master of ceremonies. Back Row: Debrorah Jones, Pam Jackson, Paula Quillin,
Tuesday, December 10, 2024
Growing Up In Small Town America Part 20
CHRISTMAS BREAK
On the day that school would turn out for Christmas, we were
released early to go to the downtown parade where Santa arrived on his very own
trailer. They set up an igloo on the courthouse lawn where Santa would take in
the children to hear their requests. I remember it being very dark in the igloo
and probably would not have wanted to do this, but Santa always gave large
lollipops that were completely different from anything that could be bought. I
loved them, so I endured the igloo. Our church would host a Christmas party in
the basement for age appropriate children where we brought a gift to place in
the gift exchange. I sang in the youth choir and we would rehearse many of the
Christmas hymns leading up to Christmas.
Sunday, December 1, 2024
Return to Jones / Seales Family Research
New information is coming to light
My lineage in the Jones family
Carolita Jones Quillin < Joe Carroll Jones < Martin Harmon Jones < Martin Ervin Brooks Jones < Martin Jones b 1816
I have been contacted by two serious genealogists with some new information about the wife of my great great grandfather Martin Ervin Brooks Jones's wife's family Her name was Manerva Jane Seales (1840-1909) Her father was Abraham Seales (1794-1873). His wife was Clarissa (Clarrisy)...last name unknown.
I have posted minimally on the research that I have on Martin Harmon Jones and his wife Matti Bell, with some of my documentation. There is much more.
When my beloved Uncle Martin Frank Jones passed away in late 2022, many of my posts for the Jones family were tributes to him and his blog, so those posts were his recollections. He was in his 80s and suffered from macular degeneration and this blog gave him purpose and added meaning to his life at that time. He loved family history, and he wanted to know more about Martin Jones born1816. I, in no way, want to discredit Martin Frank Jones, but some of his recollections were hearsay from what others had told him. Some of my research discredits those thoughts. He had no access to true documentation.
I will begin giving more detailed information and sources about Martin Harmon Jones and Martin Ervin Brooks Jones which will tie me into the Seales family with Manera Jane Seales.
Stay posted as there is much more to come.
Wednesday, November 27, 2024
Growing Up In Small Town America Part 19
PREPARING FOR CHRISTMAS
My Beautiful Sister 1967I have vivid memories of Christmas, more especially from the time that we moved into our home on Bismark Street. As a family we would go down to the Optimist Club Tree lot and pick out a Christmas tree. It was always cold weather. Daddy would place it in the tree stand, and then on the weekend, he would flock the tree. This was a process that caught on in the 60s. General Mills marketed Sno-Flok home kits, to be applied using a gun that attached to a vacuum cleaner. He would flock the tree white, I suppose to look like snow. We decorated it with LOTS of white lights and red balls. I thought the tree was magical as we displayed it in our front bay window. People would drive by to admire it. Later on, Daddy learned of a nursery in Wichita Falls that flocked trees, and we would drive over and select a tree from them. At that point, we began choosing green flocking and used yellow lights and gold balls. The trees became bigger and more elaborate as time passed. For a short time, we tried the aluminum tree with a revolving light illuminating it in different colors. Mother began decorating a smaller tree in the den with child-like decorations which I began to take over the older that I got. It is a tradition that I continue to this day. I am very fond of the old fashioned trees. Derek and I decorate our tree with our first year handmade dough ornaments, our yearly ornaments, Mother’s handmade stuffed ornaments, and the ornaments we collected on our travels through 23 countries.
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
Tuesday, November 5, 2024
Historic Election
This morning, I want to thank the Democrat Party for showing us where we need to be as a nation. To quote the Ohio senator-elect, it was not a red wave but a red, white, and blue wave. We are tired of politicians overlooking the needs of the average AMERICAN citizen.
Thursday, October 31, 2024
Growing Up In Small Town America Part 18
Halloween 1960
Back then, Halloween was celebrated by children only. A large Halloween carnival was hosted by Hawkins elementary. I think it was only on the bottom floor, but different rooms offered activities and sold tickets for people to participate. These activities were things like a cake walk, dunking for apples, etc. Everyone, children that is, would turn out in costume. They sold all kinds of food in the cafeteria. It was truly a hometown center of fun. My costumes were usually the store-bought variety of clowns or skeletons with the suffocating plastic mask that I could barely see out of. It evolved into making our own costumes which usually consisted of hobos and witches. When we left the carnival, Mother and Daddy would take me individually to go door to door in search of the trick-or-treat candy. They would follow along in the car. This wouldn’t last for long as it was usually getting late on a school night. I remember pilfering through the candy and separating the things that I didn’t’ like and Daddy would usually finish it up.
Wednesday, October 30, 2024
DNA Exposed
As a genealogist, I have found my DNA to be most helpful. I also have access to other family members' DNA. It is astounding how much can be revealed about our heritage. I have cherished the ability to use this tool. Our searches as genealogists have improved greatly since the days of pounding the streets, combing the cornfields, accessing the glorious smell of old books in the libraries, etc.
Recently the house next door sold, and I now have new neighbors. They are openly gay, and they are adorable. I love their zest and zeal for life! One of them has a child. This child is also adorable. It's been so fun getting to know them. I have often wondered how they are going to explain to this beautiful child who the parents REALLY are.
God gave us the ability as a man and a woman to propagate the world. Where that came from, only God knows. I just know that it is impossible to conceive without both sexes. It is such a beautiful miracle. Each parent, one as a female and one as a male, bring value and worth to a child. Children need BOTH (present in their life) as role models. We are going astray in thinking that a child doesn't need both. This for me is part of the problems that we are encountering with mental health. Personal identities are not formed in a well-rounded environment. It has created fear and anxiety in the search for who you really are.
Below is an article from The Statesman. It, for me, reveals a heartbreaking situation, as I realize that our gene pools are going to be truly mixed up as sperm donor banks are being very negligent with this valuable life-giving tool. It's all about money with no thought as to the sanctity of life. What will eventually happen to these chromosomes in the future, as we continue to abuse something so fragile? We are missing the boat when we no longer give children the security of a home with a man and a woman. That was God's perfect plan. The relationship between a man and a woman raising a child in a healthy environment is the basic form of our God given life.
I am glad that I will never have to trace my heritage amid this monstrous beast. It's truly against the core fabric of life.
Thursday, October 17, 2024
Connecting With Nature
My Connection with a Gray Fox
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I am a nature person, though I'm not a fanatic. I feel
rejuvenated each and every day that I take a long morning walk to enjoy all the
blessings that God places in my path. I like to feel that I have a rich sense
of living in the 'real' world rather than the 'material' world.
The morning that I lost Daddy, I went out to pick up the
morning paper in the dark. When I looked up, there was a meteor shower. The day
I lost my brother I kept hearing the raspy screech of the red tail hawk. I will
always associate that with my brother. The dove cooing reminds me of Mother.
Before she passed, I called her every week, and she often sat in her backyard
to visit with me on the phone. Her yard was filled with mourning doves, and
they were always cooing in the background. This will be part of my memory of
her. My husband's dad was always called Robin (his name was Robert) by his
wife. The last time we saw him was just a few weeks before he passed. We
purchased him a robin beanie baby, and the first time we ever visited his
grave, a robin was perched on his headstone.
Recently, there have been challenges for me as my sister is
slipping away from the bonds of reality. I was called in by friends to help and
upon my return. I have pondered the situation and where I fit into the picture,
as I was told a couple of years ago that I would have no say into the decisions
made for her. So upon my return home, there has been a gray fox in my backyard
consistently for 4 days.
Is this a sign for me? As I grope for answers, I researched
the traits of a gray fox. https://allthingsfoxes.com/fox-symbolism
The Gray Fox
Symbolizes:
https://allthingsfoxes.com/fox-symbolism/
cleverness, slyness,
keenness, trickster (using your humor), wisdom & guidance, adaptability,
humor
They are a sign that you need to look closer at something in
your life, The Indians had totem animals. They served as guidance in times of
need. If the fox chooses you, you will know it. While most fables show the fox
as a villain, they were seen as a guide to wisdom, with advice and powerful messages.
If they cross your path, there is both good and bad omens.
The Indians believed that if you were in an ill-conceived
situation, a fox appearing to you symbolized there was trouble a foot, serving
as a warning to adapt to your discoveries and see things with clarity before
moving forward. Because a fox has large ears, one must listen to what is being
said or tune into what's NOT said.
So What Does Fox Say?
https://whatismyspiritanimal.com/spirit-totem-power-animal-meanings/mammals/fox-symbolism-meaning/
The fox is a diversified creature in folktales that seem to
slip into problem solving situations using their keen mental faculties to
navigate tricky situations. The fox is often depicted as a con artist, but
Aesop’s stories portray the fox as a teacher who shows humans how to overcome
the fear of the unknown. Even with Fox’s negative attributes, the symbolic
meaning of his behaviors has a positive purpose. Fox can teach you about
the art of concealment-something you can benefit from when you’re feeling
overexposed. The creature shares lessons about observation and attuning to your
environment.
It is a sign of decision and change. You must use wisdom to
find peace with your actions. The gray fox specifically symbolizes neutrality. Maybe
this fox implies that I am having difficulty separating fact from fiction or
that the truth of a situation falls somewhere in the middle. It may be a sign
that I should stay somewhere in the middle. The fox symbolizes agile thinkers
who are not overly social but loyal beyond compare. They do not like
confrontation.
Okay…this pretty much
sums me up!
Moving forward I must rely on my deep intuition where I have
always found answers. Yet for me, it takes time to resolve things in my mind. Mother
always told me that good things come my way because I don’t initially overreact.
I guess that is the part of being elusive and mysterious. I hang between what
is real and what is my perspective. Am I right or am I wrong? Once I find
clarity, I must be able to stand my ground. (which I find complicated) Much
like the trickster fox, I can outwit these complicated emotions if I find my
sense of harmony and balance.
Coincidence...or meaning? I think that nature reveals to us
a direction, a path for understanding where we fit into this beautiful world
that God created. He wants us to find strength and beauty in our daily lives. I
believe that people find strength when they associate with something that
reoccurs in nature after a deep sense of loss.
Tuesday, October 15, 2024
Autumn Season of Life
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Autumn is a season of change. The days grow shorter; the cool breeze begins to blow; and the leaves change from green to vibrant red, yellow and orange. Not this year. Record heat is being recorded upwards to 101 degrees in mid-October. The trees are suffering, and their leaves are dying, turning brown on the tree and falling to the ground already curled and crispy. I pondered a large dead leaf, kicked it out of my path and thought to myself, "That's exactly how I feel this fall season. I mean nothing more to my sister's family than that dead leaf on the ground."
My husband and I have built a beautiful fulfilling life together and it keeps me going. The only other family that I am close to is my sister's family. She has a small family: her husband and a daughter.
Leaving behind something important to me is my most difficult challenge. Time and time again, I have tried desperately to be there for what is left of my family. And time and time again, I’m cut off short, and most likely criticized behind my back. Recently, I was once again called in to help. I was the only one that their friends felt they could contact in a dire situation. It’s so pitiful that it actually hurts. I like to think of myself as a decent person, so I keep placing myself in vulnerable situations and coming up short. I often think that I am done forcing myself into their toxic situation, hoping that I can make a change in a positive way. Yet what did I do? I ran to their rescue. It's what one does in a time of need. I feel the tension towards me for trying to help. I do my best to make it right, to please, to be helpful…and always find myself on the side of not knowing the impact of what they are feeling.
It was only by chance that the family became aware of my brother-in law's dire situation. He had been admitted to the hospital and could have lost his life from internal bleeding. Why was I the one that was contacted? Why do I continue to feel a need to help when I can feel the toxicity towards me? My sister has alcohol/pain
induced dementia. She cannot be left alone. Her daughter is self-absorbed in
living her life. I have been ostracized for choosing not to drink, but it will
always be the choice I make. It has torn apart so many families, including
mine. I will have no part of that. Yet, I’m the one that is called.
My approach has been not to challenge them but rather find
ways to encourage them while being truthful in the least painful way. I try to choose my words probably too
carefully which leaves me vulnerable to their criticism. My brother-in-law
loses sight of what is most valuable in life, the giving of oneself with love
and time. Not just throwing money at something.
Don't get me wrong. I was most appreciated. I was told over and over how much it was
appreciated that I was there, yet I walk away with the sense of being cut off. They
will never contact me, as the only contact ever made is done by me. Why is
that? I’ve been pondering that question. And why do I take on the
responsibility of caring?
In recent months, I’ve been telling my husband that I might
as well be dead in their eyes. (He does not much like that. God bless him for
loving me so very much that it is painful for him to hear that.) Now once again, I had to navigate from outside
of the bubble, finding resources, contacting their friends, speaking with said
daughter. I've been told before that I'm not family and that I would not be part of any decisions they make for my sister. I'm fine with that, but I'm not okay with being challenged for any thoughts, ideas, or solutions that I can offer. And btw...my sister IS family. So... I left feeling drained of
energy, more so from the feeling that they would rather me not be there, than
from my constant vigil and the constant activities of caregiving and contacting others who were inquiring
as to how they could help.
After kicking that dead leaf from my path upon my return home, I pondered the fact that it may be a symbol of myself. Reflecting deeply, I realized that dead leaves symbolize change and transition, marking the passage from one stage of life into another. It is reason to reflect on what lies ahead. We must learn to let go to make room for new growth, just as the leaves fall to the ground in autumn. Then I pondered how the dead leaves actually provide nutrients that encourage new growth.
Some days I do better with this dying and renewing process.
I would like to not have to go through the process of ‘dying’. I would rather
join hands with the family and stay on the green side of life. It hasn’t been
that way for me in years. The reality is that I must let go of things,
situations, and even people, that no longer serve me in a positive way. I am
blessed with being able to look at a natural process such as the dead fallen
leaves of autumn and see how falling to the ground will nourish me to continue MY growth and transformation.
Tuesday, October 8, 2024
HATE is a Powerful Word
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It is cliche to say, "I hate eating vegetables."...Just as it is to say, "I LOVE those shoes you are wearing." Now...do you really LOVE those shoes. I heard a sermon on the levels/meanings of love. There are different forms of love. And I believe that there are also different levels of hate. Mother always told me that there is a fine line between love and hate. That is true as I have learned in my adult life.
But let's think about the word HATE. I have real difficulty using the word hate. I'm not sure how far or deep that goes. As I live the Chrisian life, I have always tried to be forgiving. So, I have difficulty using the word hate because it is thrown around like it is nothing. However, hate is much more than that. Hate is a crippling emotion that ultimately becomes a reason you have negativity in your own life.
In his presentation on Golden Rule Relationships, Zig Ziglar recognizes the damages that are done when you hate another person or even just resent them. He speaks about the necessity of forgiveness which has a profound effect on your overall happiness. We need to evaluate our emotions of hatred, resentment and guilt. These three realities affect our lives, I believe, in ways that we may never understand. Christian principles teach us to love one another and have forgiving hearts. I often say that I forgive people, but I can't forget a wrong done to me. "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me," But it doesn't mean that I can't have a relationship with that person. We have lost that ability in our modern world. We like to harbor hate and resentment too much...and this leads to feeling guilty.
Hating somebody brings more poison into your own life than anything else. Above all else, hate sucks the energy out of your life. What is most damaging is that it leads to guilt over what you may have said to someone or how you have made someone feel, etc. Guilt destroys productivity and is contradictory of the Golden Rule.
Focus on living a productive and happy life. Don't' spend your time or energy in HATING things. Don't let it rob you of being happy right where you are. Stay in the moment and count your blessings.
By The Way: I really DO NOT LIKE brussel sprouts :)
Sunday, October 6, 2024
The Little Boy and the Old Man
As a teacher of 30 years, it was important to me to teach the students an appreciation for poetry. Of course, we studied all the patterns of rhythm and rhyme (which was over their heads, I'm sure) because exposure to all aspects of poetry was important to me...and that they understand that poetry is really words in motion, a different way of writing.
Shel Silverstein (1930-1999) was a huge success with kids because his poems were simplistic and direct filled with whimsical or humorous imagery. Students adored his poetry, so much so that for several years I introduced myself on the first day by using an imaginary world of being "One Inch Tall", a poem by Shel Silverstein. They were introduced to their journal books by writing imaginary images of what life would be like for them if they were only one inch tall. From there, we took off on the ability to write freely in journals and writing about things that could be drawn upon later in some of their formal writing.
The other day I came upon the poem, "The Little Boy and the Old Man." As an older person now, I was stunned at Shel's ability to focus so sincerely on the emotional connection between two individuals. His poignant words struck a chord about how our society loses sight that older people have such wisdom...that we, too, have lived a full life steeped in all the emotions, that we understand FAR greater than young people can fathom. Young people do not have the age nor wisdom of living life. Mother always said, "I haven't lived 150 years for nothing." I get it now!!! It's a delicate dance older people do in order to give advice in a way that will not alienate them from the youth.
Here is Shel's poem with such poignant wording.
The Little Boy And The Old Man
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
Monday, September 16, 2024
Nancy J Lawson's Research
This lady did amazing things uncovering the true identity of our William Lawson. Here is a copy of the sincere letter that she wrote to the Lawson Association. I can only hope that others will accept her research in our search for the truth.
FINDING OUR TRUE WILLIAM
by Nancy J. Lawson, 13 Sep 2017
My name is Nancy Jo Lawson from Cross Lanes, West Virginia and I am a descendant of William Lawson of Montrose Scotland. My Lawson line is: William (1733), Travis (1766), John (1791), William Banks (1825), George Washington (1865), John Dolan (1904), and Roy Lee (1935).
I started researching my Lawson ancestry after stumbling upon the Lawson Family Heritage Program website in 2007. The LFHP led me to Patti Lawson’s tremendous Lawson Family Database and all the incredible research done by others, especially Bill Porter’s book, William Lawson – A Scottish Rebel (1). Like many descendants of “The Rebel”, I embraced the story of young William of Montrose and his perilous journey to America as a Jacobite prisoner aboard the ship Gildart. And although many more experienced and knowledgeable researchers had already agreed upon this narrative, I wanted to discover the facts for myself. I wanted to experience the excitement of finding those historical records on my own. In 2008 my journey began in earnest by searching in cemeteries and courthouses from Breathitt County, Kentucky to Scott County, Virginia. I wasn’t really looking for anything new; I was just following a trail that many others had traveled before me.
While I have been able to confirm much of what is already known about our William, there are two facts stated by many that I have not been able to reconcile. The first is that his birth year was 1731. In History of the Wood Family in Virginia, by M. B. Wood (2), three items in particular are of great significance:
1) "He was the only son of a widow lady, who lived at Montrose, Scotland, and was born June 26, 1733" (pg. 35)
2) “He married on New River, and a few years thereafter moved to Big Moccasin Creek, where he lived till the time of his death, in 1826, in the ninety-third year of his age" (pg. 37)
3) “William Lawson was born June 26, 1733 (pg. 79); William Lawson, Sr., died April 18, 1826”; Transcribed from Henry Wood’s Bible (pg. 81)
M.B. Wood, who was Scott County Clerk in the 1870’s, was William Lawson’s great-grandson. His grandparents were Henry Wood and Sally Lawson, William’s daughter. He was writing and living much closer to the time when people who actually knew our William were still around and telling stories about him. I believe most genealogists would agree that this adds credibility to the details in Wood’s book. He writes that our William died in 1826 in the 93rd year of his age, which makes his birth year 1733, not 1731.
I found another source in the Scott County Public Library entitled, The Quillin (MacQullin) Family by Milligan Wood Quillen and Mary Kinser Brown (3), which also confirms William’s birth and death dates:
“John Quillin, b. 1793 in NC acquired the land of his father in Scott Co., Va. He m. 1st Rebecca Lawson, eldest daughter of William Lawson, Jr. a Revolutionary War Veteran whose father William Lawson, Sr., was an immigrant from Montrose, Scotland, b. June 26, 1733; d. 1826” (pg. 47)
Given the reliability of these two sources, I believe our William was born in 1733, not 1731. The importance of this 2-year time difference became very clear as my research progressed.
The second source that I question as proof of William’s provenance is Prisoners of the ’45 – Edited from the State Papers by Bruce Gordon Seton and Jean Gordon Arnot (4). Volume II, pages 334-337, lists two William Lawson’s; the first one having been identified by many as our William.
No. 1534 NAME: Lawson, William REGIMENT: --- (none listed) PRISON CAREER: Clackmannan, 4.5.46 Stirling Castle, Carlisle ULTIMATE DISPOSAL: Transported (we know from David Dobson’s work that the ship was Gildart (5)) HOME OR ORIGIN: Durham AGE: --- (none listed) NOTES AND AUTHORITIES: Soldier (Scots Fusiliers, Capt. Monk’s Co.), a deserter – J.R Stirling; P.R. 3621-3 (references to Jail Returns of Stirling and Patent Rolls of George II)
Even though many people jumped on board the claim that this man was our William, I always had my doubts. First, his home is listed as Durham which is a city and county in England over 200 miles from Montrose, Scotland. Also, this William from Durham was a soldier in the British Army; a professionally trained, uniformed, and armed soldier fighting in Captain Monk’s Company of Scots Fusiliers for the Duke of Cumberland against the Jacobite Rebels. He was imprisoned as a deserter in the aftermath of the massacre at Culloden, and transported as punishment for his crimes. This isn’t the poor, teenaged, Scottish Highland boy described by M.B. Wood and others. I really wanted the “William Lawson, Scottish Rebel transported on the Gildart” story to be our William’s story. The firsthand narrative of the Carlisle Prisoners banished on the Gildart by Alexander Stewart in The Lyon in Mourning (6) was exciting and romantic and inspiring. And even though the puzzle pieces didn’t exactly fit, like many others I chose to accept it. So much so, that in 2013 I decided to celebrate my 50th birthday by walking in the footsteps of my beloved ancestor in Scotland. I hiked up the hill behind Balquhidder Kirk to Creag an Tuirc, the rallying spot of Clan MacLaren. I wandered the narrow streets of Montrose, and drank a wee dram (or two) at a harbor side pub. I somberly walked the battlefield at Culloden, then laid flowers at our William’s memorial stone in the walkway to the Visitor’s Center (placed there by another descendant, Cary Losson, whom I’ve never met.) I even sat on the cold stone floor of an 18th century prison cell at Stirling Castle, trying to imagine what life must have been like for my 5th great-grandfather. The last few days of my trip were spent researching at the UK National Archives in Kew, England, where I found the original handwritten list of Carlisle Prisoners who drew lots for transportation on 17 Aug 1746. (7) I held the actual document in my hands and found William Lawson’s name right there, listed in the 7th group of prisoners. Amazing! That first trip began my everlasting love affair with Scotland and I return as often as time and my pocketbook will allow. Each visit I discover something new and amazing about our William, and my trip in May 2016 was no exception.
At the UK National Archives again, I uncovered compelling evidence that the “Gildart” William Lawson is not my 5th great-grandfather, the man buried at Lawson Confederate Memorial Cemetery in Snowflake, Virginia. I was devastated.
There are two specific documents that I discovered which corroborate my claim, and finding them was not easy. Most of the UKNA documents concerning the Jacobite Uprising of 1745 are in the numbered record series entitled “State Papers, Domestic George II: SP 36.” This series contains 162 volumes, of which only the first 72 are indexed. So to browse the remaining 90 volumes, I had to visit the archives in person and painstakingly go through them, one by one. The first document I found is SP 36/88 Ext. 6/23. (8) The “Ext” stands for “extracted” meaning the document was too large to fit in the regular Archive bundles and had to be viewed upstairs in the Large Documents Reading Room. It is a very large chart of several pages listing 140 prisoners in Carlisle chosen for transport, written 26 Oct 1746 by Richard Gildart, the contractor for transporting them. The columns are as follows: Number/Their Names/ Age/ What Trade/ What Religion. #93 is William Lawson (annotated L for large), 25, Naylor (meaning nail maker), England.
IN HER PAPER, THERE IS A PHOTOCOPY OF THIS DOCUMENT
The second document, SP 36/88/1/140, (9) was so fragile that it could only be viewed on microfilm. It is another list of the same prisoners at Carlisle, written by Philip Carteret Webb. #48 is William Lawson of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Blacksmith.
IN HER PAPER, THERE IS A PHOTOCOPY OF THIS DOCUMENT
These two documents, combined, give a detailed description of the William Lawson who was transported to Maryland aboard the ship Gildart: He was a 25-year-old blacksmith, specifically a nail maker, from Newcastle-upon-Tyne in Durham County, England. He was also a member of the Church of England. Most, if not all, of the Jacobites of Angus were Church of Scotland. This man was definitely not the William Lawson described by M.B. Wood:
"At the age of seventeen William Lawson was allured away from home by the reports from America, and after a long and tempestuous voyage he landed in Virginia, and was bound as an apprentice to a planter by the captain of the ship, for which the planter paid him a good sum in tobacco for the expense of the voyage.” (pg. 36) (2)
My 5th great-grandfather came from Montrose, Scotland (not Durham, England) to Virginia (not Maryland) when he was 17 years old (not 26). He was allured away from home by reports from America (not banished as a prisoner aboard a convict ship). He was born in 1733 which means he arrived in Virginia around 1750 (not Maryland in 1747). He was bound as an apprentice (not sold as an indentured servant.) The discrepancies are too numerous to disregard.
I was so distraught over what I had discovered because I knew it would invalidate everything we thought we all knew about our William Lawson’s journey to America. I kept my findings to myself for a few weeks, agonizing over what I should do. In August 2016, I decided to share my discoveries with Patti Lawson and Barb Lawson from the LFHP. We had emailed a few times over the years since I began my ancestry journey. I respected and admired their dedication to our Lawson genealogy research, and I knew they would know what to do next. I sent them all of my research to see if they would reach the same conclusions. They were shocked and a little overwhelmed, but their responses were both encouraging and sympathetic.
Patti said, “Hang in there Nancy. I take your research quite seriously. It's not like you are just throwing together random stuff and imagining what you are seeing. I see it too. Your dedication to this research is wonderful.”
Barb replied, “We have said for years, that someday a researcher will show up, with the knowledge and know-how to dig in the history of Scotland and know when they find something. I think that is YOU! and we are excited and pleased to have you on board with us.”
Their advice and confidence in my research meant EVERYTHING to me. They suggested bringing Fran Harris, one of the original LFHP planners, into the loop because of her keen research skills and knowledge of American Colonial History. Fran is the person who found the earliest record we have of our William – the 1776 Land Deed in Fincastle County, VA. Later, Toni Beard and Julie Miller (two more original LFHP members) were included in the discussions, widening our circle of trust. We all agreed that we needed to get our ducks in a row before presenting my findings to the world. There were many, many lengthy conversations about a plan of action and future research needed. Honestly, the email chain that ensued between us over the past year has been like a Master Class in Genealogy Research for me. These women are incredible! They have encouraged me to “keep digging” and I have.
In May 2017 I returned to Scotland for the sole purpose of finding our true William Lawson. During my visits to the Angus Archives in Forfar, the Montrose Museum and Montrose Public Library in Montrose, and the Scotland’s People Centre in Edinburgh, I found many documents and sources for Lawson’s in Angus County in the mid-18th century. All of these new leads require further investigation.
My search elsewhere in Edinburgh, however, was more successful. At the National Library of Scotland I was granted limited access to the original Prison Returns, which contained list after list of all the men imprisoned in Scottish Gaols (Jails) during the 1745 Uprising. (10) I confirmed in these documents all the information for the Gildart William in Seton’s Prisoners of the ’45. (4) Seton’s book also lists another William Lawson from Perthshire who was a tenant of Lord Strathallan, and I confirmed him in the Prison Returns, as well.
To also rule out this William as ours, I located the forfeiture records of the Strathallan Estate by the British Government as punishment for Acts of Treason, at the National Records of Scotland. (11) In these records was a deposition given by William Lawson as tenant, explaining that his family had lived on the Perthshire Estate of Lord Strathallan for generations, never in Montrose. I also found this William and other Lawson family members in Lord Strathallan’s rent rolls from the 1730’s. (12) I did not find any other William Lawson concerned in the Jacobite Uprising of 1745 in any other source that I consulted in Scotland.
I don’t believe our William Lawson is either man in Prisoners of the ’45. All the evidence I have found during my many trips to Scotland leads me to believe that he was just a boy of 12 or 13 during the Jacobite Uprising and didn’t participate in any of the battles, therefore not imprisoned for treason. I believe that, when he became old enough, he simply left Scotland for a better life in America as hardships in Montrose became unbearable after the Scottish Rebels were defeated at Culloden.
I am sure that the modern-day researchers who discovered the Gildart story in “Lyon”, and the William in “P45”, then loosely connected them to the story from M.B. Wood’s book, had the best intentions. They just didn’t have access to the resources that are available now, and they forced the puzzle pieces to fit. At first I felt horrible about disproving anyone‘s hard work, until Barb Lawson put it all into perspective by telling me “when doing any Gen work, you have to be ready to accept changes as additional proof becomes so.” My new evidence proves the Gildart William is not our ancestor, and the story of William Lawson, the Scottish Rebel who fought at Culloden, is no longer ours to tell.
By unmasking The Rebel, I feel like I have lost a loved one. Even though we aren’t kin, I feel a kinship to him. I have prayed in his churches, stood on his battlefields, sat quietly in his prison cells, and retraced his journey from Carlisle Castle to Liverpool Harbor. William Lawson, The Scottish Rebel, had an incredible life; but, through no fault of his own, my 5th great-grandfather buried in Snowflake, Virginia has been given credit for it. I strongly believe that it is now our responsibility to correct the mistakes of the past and make this right. Maybe in the process we can uncover the incredible life led by our own true William Lawson.
Works Cited
1. Porter, Bill. William Lawson, a Scottish Rebel: and other pioneer families of southern Appalachia. Johnson City, TN : Overmountain Press, 2001.
2. Wood, M.B. History of the Wood Family in Virginia. Philadelphia : J.B. Lippencott Company, 1893.
3. Quillen, Milligan Wood and Brown, Mary Kinser. The Quillin (MacQuillin) Family. Gate City, Virginia : Quillin Clan, 1961.
4. Seton, Bruce Gordon and Arnot, Jean Gordon. Prisoners of the '45 - Edited from the State Papers. Edinburgh : University Press, 1928.
5. Dobson, David. Directory of Scots Banished to the American Plantations 1650-1775. Baltimore : Genealogical Publishing, Inc., 1983.
6. Forbes, Rev. Robert. The Lyon in mourning; or, A collection of speeches, letters, journals, etc. relative to the affairs of Prince Charles Edward Stuart. Edinburgh : University Press for the Scottish History Society, 1895.
7. The National Archives of the UK. Lotts Drawn at Carlisle 17-19 August 1746 by 140 Rebel Prisoners, Treasury Solicitor: Jacobite Rebellion (1745) Prosecution Papers, TS 20/44/6. Kew, United Kingdom : Copy of document in possession of N. Lawson, April 2014.
8. The National Archives of the UK. List of the Names of the Prisoners in Carlisle as transmitted to Mr. Sharpe by Mr. Gildart the Contractor, 26 Oct 1746. Secretaries of State: State Papers Domestic, George II, SP 36/88 Ext 6/23. Kew, United Kingdom : Copy of document in possession of N. Lawson, July 2016.
9. The National Archives of the UK. List of the Names of the Prisoners in Carlisle as transmitted to Mr. Sharpe by Mr. Webb, 9 Oct 1746. Secretaries of State: State Papers Domestic, George II, SP 36/88/18/140. Kew, United Kingdom : Copy of document in possession of N. Lawson, July 2016.
10. National Library of Scotland. The Walter Blaikie Manuscript Collection. MSS-288 Jacobite Prisoners 1745-7. Edinburgh, Scotland : 1745. Copy of documents in possession of N. Lawson, May 2017.
11. National Records of Scotland. Abstract Rental Account of Arrears for 1746 & preceedings And Report of the Survey of the Estate of Strathallan. E782-1. Edinburgh, Scotland : 1746. Copy of documents in possession of N. Lawson, May 2017.
12. National Records of Scotland. Viscount Strathallan 1603-1751. RH15/123. Edinburgh, Scotland : 1736. Copy of documents in possession of N. Lawson, May 2017.
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