Saturday, April 8, 2023

The Way Back Machine

 I wrote this reflective piece on 12 February 2022

The Way Back Machine

 As an avid genealogist, I find myself going way back in time. Accessing things on the internet has been an amazing new twist as a family historian. My past and the history of our nation are closely interwoven. As I was researching the Quillin family, I came across a website named, The Way Back Machine.  This title gave me pause to reflect on my journey as a historian.  Many times, I feel that I am thrown into my memory bank and it’s as if I’m spinning, recalling, reliving the past trying to remember what was said or seen. And when I interview people, I see their minds working and using ‘The Way Back Machine’. This can be a peaceful place with the calmness of happy times, the sound of laughter, the sense of joy in accomplishments that were achieved, and the love given and received from family members. Yet sometimes this machine spins us into a turbulent, scary, haunting place.

 I will start with the peaceful places that this journey has taken me. Wherever my mother was was a peaceful place, a place of comfort, strength, wisdom, and the ability to think through the troubling aspects of life. I can visualize the places that we went together, the times that we spent together and the some of the words that were spoken. I visualize the time that I spent in her home. Any given day may pop into my memory and I can relive the source of comfort I found in just being with her. My childhood home was a place of comfort and I have so many delightful memories of my childhood.

And just like that, with a snap of the finger, my ‘way back machine’ can become turbulent, twisting and turning and swirling me about with various emotions. Life was not always perfect. There were times that were hurtful and many of the memories bring about deep emotions. They get stuck in my mind and it is hard to break the chains that warp the memory of the good times.

 An analogy of this turbulent world would be like life as a bird. What would life be like without the beautiful birds and their birdsongs? Just being in nature and observing and listening to them brings joy and peace to my soul. There is beauty in each bird and as I know from the Bible, His eye is on the sparrow. But on any given day, that bird may face a turbulent windstorm, being tossed about until it can find a place of shelter. And just like that, the storm clears, the sun comes out and the bird sings again and the cycle starts all over again. But what have we learned in the process?

 With these storms and trials of life, we gather our fortitude, draw upon our knowledge and experiences. We become stronger to forge ahead. It’s not easy. All I have to do is take a look back at my ancestors, their trials and tribulations, and I know that I am not alone. We all have times in the storm, but we choose to rise above and sing sweetly in the light of a new dawn.

Friday, April 7, 2023

My Direct McNair Lineage

 Ava Ella McNair (1904-1985)
            m. Joe Carroll Jones (1902-1972)

Ava Ella's father:
Charles Franklin McNair (1878-1968)
            m. Ella Vermell King (1883-1964)

Charles Franklin's father:
Mack Manilus McNair (1847-1933)
            m. Sarah Merinda Henderson (1853-1922)

Mack Manilus's father:
John "Jack" McNair (1784-1852)
Lt. Colonel in the War of 1812
            m. Mary Ann "Polly" Sherertz (1803-1894)

John McNair's father:
James McNair (1747-1817)
involved in Revolutionary War
            m. Martha Price (1753-1817)

James McNair's father:
Daniel McNair (1717-1791)
THE IMMIGRANT FROM IRELAND
            m. Hannah Allen?





My Direct Jones Lineage

 My Mother:
Carolita Jones (1928-2007)
            m. Truman Bryan Quillin, Sr. (1924-1998)

Carolita's father:
Joe Carroll Jones (1902-1972)
            m. Ava Ella McNair (1904-1985)

Joe Carroll Jones' father:
Martin Harmon Jones (1874-1950)
            m. Mattie Belle Bridges (1878-1971)

Martin Harmon Jones's father:
Martin Ervin Brooks Jones (1845-1928)
            m. Manerva Jane Seales (1840-1909)

Martin E B Jones's father: 
Martin Jones (1816-1846)
            m. Keziah Busby (1812-1892)

Martin Jones's father:
Asa Jones (1787-1884)  I'm still working on this documentation.
            m. Martha Butler (1791-1874)

Monday, April 3, 2023

Preserving Our Legacy


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PRESERVING OUR LEGACY

             It has been a lifelong pleasure to research our families' history.  I began before the advent of internet and did the basic foundation work the old-fashioned way:  contacting the oldest living relative, traversing country roads back to the old homesteads, trekking to county courthouses to access records, visiting cemeteries to glean birth and death dates, combing the archives here in Austin, and picking my mother's brain. Mother and I spent many days together weaving together our family story.  My forte was building the skeleton, and she loved "adding meat to the bones." She put together an amazing picture book and supplied so many stories that give meaning to our ancestor's lives.  I feel fortunate that I lived among my cousins, my aunts and uncles, and that my grandparents were a part of my life.  I was blessed to know three of my great-grandparents on Mother's side of the family.  Each bit of information made me want to know more and to understand the sacrifices that were made by each generation.  I came to realize that they were honorable people who valued life and liberty, and they worked hard to bring our family to the place we are now. My research revealed that they were men and women of faith who were true to themselves and to family. 

            I, in no way, believe that every detail in this research is correct.  Digging for family roots is a mystery and is fraught with pitfalls and misinformation.  I am not a professional researcher, but I understand the value of documenting and striving to be as accurate as possible.  I have files of paper research, but my goal is to share this history as succinctly as possible to point the next historian in the right direction or to at least give them a place to fill in the gaps or make corrections.  My desire is to preserve and honor those in our family who helped carve out our great nation. Our roots are deep southern roots with the first immigrants of every line reaching the shores of America prior to the Revolution, making for a very colorful and rich American family history.  Having southern roots complicated my efforts, as so many records were destroyed in the Civil War, but with the perseverance of county, state, and older family historians who documented the pioneer families, our own history is revealed.  Maybe the following pages will help someone carry the torch of preserving our legacy by keeping the integrity of our rich heritage intact and helping our descendants stay connected to the roots of our family.

You only know where you are going
when you know where you have been.
~ Maya Angelou

My Direct Quillin Lineage

My daddy:
Truman Bryan Quillin, Sr. (1924-1998)
            m. Carolita Jones (1928-2007)

Truman's father:
Paul Bryan Quillin (1897-1957)
            m. Merphia Ewing (1901-1985)

Paul Bryan's father:
Beverly Johnson Quillin (1853-1936)
            m. Mary "Polly" Sprowls (1865-1938)

B.J.'s father:
Ira D. Quillin (1831-1862?1863?)
            m. Edna Vineyard (1832-before 1900)

Ira D.'s father: 
John W. Quillin (1793-1872)
            m. Rebecca Lawon (1792-1864)

John's father:
Teague "Timothy" Quillin V (1772-1860)
            m. Margaret "Peggy" Nation (1772-1850)

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NOTE: There is a long line of "Teagues" which causes much confusion. As we know, sons were given the family names and they in turn gave their sons the same names.  My main source is the above stated book, and I cannot at this time determine the exact lineage of this Teague. I cannot go against what I read (even if it's between the lines) in this book. The book never mentions any other name except Teague. There are family trees that take this line through a "Thomas Quillin." These trees eventually end up with the same Daniel, son of the Teague immigrant. But I will have to stick to the string of Teagues, for now.  I will later BLOG about this search. 

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Teague V's father:
Teague Quillin IV (1750-1790)
            m. ?

Teague III (abt 1715 -bef 1794)
            m. Mary Catherine Herring (1719-1774)

Teague II (1669)
            m. Mary?

Daniel Quillin (1638-1684)
            m. Lydia

Teague Quillin I (1615-1644) 
THE IMMIGRANT FROM ANTRIM NORTHERN IRELAND
Read the Blog "Bridging the Gap"

Rory Oge "Chief Roderick" MacQuillin (1573-1636)
Read the Blog "Rory Oge the Grandson"
            

  MacQuillin, Claude. The Quillin (MacQuillin) Family: The MacQuillins in Ireland and the Quillins in                                                      America. Compiled by Milligan Wood Quillen and Mary Kinser Brown.  Published by The Quillin Clan: Gate City,                     Virginia, 1961. Reprinted 1987. “Truman Bryan Quillin” pp. 133-135.

Friday, March 31, 2023

Our McNair Family History

 I wrote this on 24 March 2016. I recently found it in my files.

My research on the McNairs began in 1989 and was one of my first lines to trace. With eager vitality, I was trying to establish ties to Ireland since we had a trip to Ireland planned for the summer of 1990.  This research jumped track when I ran into a few brick walls on the McNairs and then discovered that my maiden name of ‘Quillin’ had an obvious tie to Ireland, which I would have never imagined.  I felt certain that the Mc in McNair would establish an Irish connection.  In the next few years, I reestablished my research with the McNair line, this time with a new mission: to enter DAR.  Anyone who has documented for DAR knows that this is rigorous research and generation links have to be proved.  Armed with the information that I already had and now with a new purpose (having a hint that James McNair served in the Revolution), I found that the McNairs do trace back to Ireland.  My prior research was so thorough that I feel very confident in the information that I have and I have since been strongly linked to James McNair through DNA.  I have all the documents (3 envelopes full of copies of the original documents) on James and John McNair from the Knox County courthouse. With this many documents I believe these two men were well respected and established among the locals.  There is also a book, McNair, McNear, and McNeir Genealogies by James Birtley McNair (Editor) 929.273 M231 Chicago, Illinois : J.B. McNair, c1923. There are 3 supplements: 1928, 1955 & 1960 compiled by James Birtley McNair. I purchased the 1928 supplement.  Once again, as with many of our lines, this was a family of hardy pioneers that date back to colonial times.


Defining Our Lives

Who Are YOU? Where did you come from? If someone asked you for an explanation of how you reached your point of destination, you would be able to tell your own life story, but the answer, in reality, goes back way before your story began. I believe the answer lies in the struggle between mankind on this earth. Forever, since the dawn of time, man has struggled for his rights. Civilizations are defined by war and it comes with a price.  Many wars have been fought from Biblical times until now to bring us to where we are. So, when you look at who you are, and what formed your family and your core beliefs, most of the time, a turning point of any family was during wartime. As a genealogist, I am amazed at how much my family history has played a part in defining who I am.

There’s a term, genetic memory that defines how life experiences may be passed on to our children. Memory present at birth, in the absence of sensory experience, is incorporated over long spans of time. For me, I believe that it is a cultural experience that is ingrained into the very nature of a family, and it encodes a readiness to respond in certain ways to certain stimuli. As Mother always said, “Nothing happens in a vacuum.”

I stand in awe as I look back over the many decades that my research has covered and what I see revealed about every generation back to the 1600s or 1700s.  Our tree is built on families who have always been willing to pay the price to bring us to where we are today. Yet, we go about our daily lives, taking for granted everything we have, without one thought about the cost to our very own ancestors who paid with their own blood, sacrifices and hard work for us to live in comfort, leading daily lives with no real sacrifices.

Recent turn of events have made me question why I have dedicated my life passionately to documenting my family history. Why have I spent hour after hour researching these people's lives; why have I collected file cabinet drawers full of documents; WHY has it truly mattered to me to know about the lives of those who have gone before me. WHY?  The answer is simple; I wouldn't be where I am if it were not for their journeys in life, and neither would you.

I’m baffled that others don’t care to stay connected to their heritage. Why would you not be interested in the blood that courses through your veins. It IS WHO YOU ARE…after all. My research is available for anyone who is interested, and recorded history shows the bravery of our people who were willing to fight for their beliefs and sometimes forced to migrate in order to survive. Their footprints carve a path to my very front door. They had a very hand in the freedoms that I enjoy.

We are part of the framework of American democracy that included the freedom of religion, speech and not being dictated to by our government.  Many men and women have died for all the things that our constitution stands for.... but where did that person come from with such a passion to fight for those rights. It was passed along from somewhere, and they are among your family ancestors.

We have long celebrated the greatest generation, and rightfully so. It is a time in history that is current in our lives. Our parents were part of one of the greatest generations that ever lived when our nation, men and women, came together to end the Second World War.

But it didn’t begin there. When you take a look back, history shows that each generation has been willing to fight for our freedoms.  And yes, we have direct family members who landed in the new world BEFORE it was a nation.  They stepped onto this soil with the intention of carving out a new life, free from government control.  They were willing to face the risk and dangers of a world unknown to others.  And no, it didn’t begin there because in the Old World there where wars that forced our relatives to flee to the New World. And our history incorporates family members that gave their lives so that you and I can live within the boundaries of a free world.

All of the above brings up the question: who in your family earned you the right to claim those freedoms? Would you know about your families' involvement in the settling of our great nation?  I see my own family willing to live in comfort with multitudes of freedoms without any knowledge of who in their family made that possible for them.  I feel forever grateful for my background. It’s important to pass this history down to future generations because it is WHO we are. It is forever in our DNA. It didn’t begin there, nor will it end there.

There is not a generation that I have found that immigrated after the 1800s. By that time, our family was involved in carving out the western frontier, living in harsh conditions to find a better life for their families. Most of them came across to Texas in the early stage of development. It was from there in rural areas that our roots took hold. I’m proud to be an American and I’m proud to be a Texan.

 

WAR OF 1812 - John McNair's Pension card

  John's military service was in Tennessee.  His pension numbers were:  pension number #1 WO30367  pension number #2 WC25181 Roll # 62 A...