Monday, October 8, 2012

Some Thoughts on Genealogy

      Having spent several months delving into my familial origins many questions have been answered. Most of my ancestors hail from the British Isles. My great-great-grandparents Widener lived around the corner from my high school alma mater in the 1920s. A staggeringly large number of past generations lived and are buried within 30 miles of where I grew up. I learned that great-great-grandmother Tucker adjusted the soil composition with rusty metal fencing to change the colors of the hydrangea mopheads, and great-great-grandmother Tate stewed tomatoes in a huge vat in the backyard before canning them. Some kinfolk were upholders of the law, others frequently violated it.
      Yet many questions remain. Why did my great-great-great-grandfather Delamater, a physician and planter from New York, die at age 42 in Walton County, Georgia, leaving a wife, young son, and vast estate? Why did my great-great-great-grandparents Russell emigrate from England to Colorado in the 1870s? Why did their son George William Russell leave Colorado and come to Atlanta, and how did he meet his wife Lucile Lee Rogers, a girl from Montgomery, Alabama? How did my great-great-great-grandmother Sudie Bilbo, née Luckie, widowed at a young age with two children, have two more babies with no trace of a father? And is the rumor true that she is buried in an unmarked grave outside the churchyard? Some of these questions may be answered, but others will remain forever a mystery.
Always remember there was nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name.
—The Avett Brothers, “Murder in the City”
      Assembling one’s genealogy begins with names. They are the structure around and within which further information is situated, contextualized, compared, and verified. The surname identifies a family and links past and present, while the given name identifies an individual link in the chain. These names often disclose surprising revelations. For example, after I told Memaw (Charlotte Ann Brayton, née Williams) that her great-great-grandmother was Charlotte Ann Peers, née Pomfrey (1818-1881), the pieces fell into place, and she said knowingly, “So that’s why Mother always wanted to call me Charlotte Pomfrey, but [sisters] Betty and Jean convinced her not to.” Memaw’s sisters’ names also honor their ancestors: Betty Frances for their aunt Cora Frances Delamater and Jean Wycliff for their great-great-great-grandparents the Wickliffes.
      I discovered a remarkable uniformity of names in my paternal grandmother’s family. Each of Nana’s (Bettye Jane Widener, née Tate) four great-grandmothers was named some form of Jane: Mattie Jane Potter, Willantha Jane Rogers, Mary Jane Mayhew, and Rosella Jane Doster. Nana’s mother was Mary Jane Russell, and Nana continued the tradition with her daughter Debrajane. Then there are names that, rather than following tradition, seem to be newly invented. The strangest names tend to be the women’s, and the strangest of all include Cresserious Elizabeth Hancock (1822-90), who married my great-great-great-great-granduncle Robert Jackson McKown; Thermutis Mote (c. 1926-?), my first cousin twice-removed; and Caldawood “Woody” Tate (1890-?), my great-great-grandaunt. I find no obvious explanation or origin of “Cresserious” and “Caldawood,” but “Thermutis” was the name of Pharaoh’s daughter who found baby Moses afloat in the Nile.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Shores of Amerikay

      In the countryside southwest of Washington, Georgia, at the end of a rugged gravel road garlanded with yellow wildflowers and spangled with sunbathing butterflies, War Hill rises above Kettle Creek. In this woodland on Valentine’s Day 1779, 400 Patriot militiamen commanded by John Dooly, Andrew Pickens, and Elijah Clarke surprised and defeated a Loyalist force nearly twice their number in the Battle of Kettle Creek. These frontiersmen confirmed the moniker bitterly applied to the area by the British: “hornet’s nest.” Today on the hilltop an obelisk hails the great victory with words etched in stone. In a graveyard across the clearing white marble tombstones memorialize some of the veterans of the fight. This is the final resting place of my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Jacob McClendon and his son-in-law, my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather William Heard.

Sketch of the Battle of Kettle Creek. The original inscription reads,
"Engagement between the Whigs and Tories."

The McClendons
      The unlikely chain of events that would see these two men on the same colonial battlefield began with an oceanic voyage from Europe to the New World. According to the McClendon DNA Project, families with this surname originate in Northern Ireland. This area was called Ulster until 1921, when it was annexed by Great Britain and the rest of the island became independent Ireland. Ulster comprised approximately the same land area as metropolitan Atlanta and was divided into counties. Two of these, County Armagh and southeast County Down, are the earliest geographic origins of the McClendon name, a variant of “McAlinden,” which is the English translation of the Irish Gaelic “Mac Giolla Fhionnain.”
      The McClendons first set foot on American soil in present-day northeastern North Carolina. The area was colonized by Virginians moving south in the 1650s. Its reputation developed such that many in the Old Dominion called it Rogues Harbor because it was a haven for debtors and sundry miscreants, yet Quaker missionaries also traversed the region in its early days. The Carolina colony was founded in 1629 and stretched from Virginia to Spanish Florida. A division was made in 1712 between north and south, with the north becoming a royal colony in 1729 after the former proprietors were bought out by the crown. Native American resistance was overcome in several wars as migrant Europeans, many of Scots-Irish, German, and Huguenot derivation, poured into the colony.
Into my heart on air that kills
  From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
  What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
  I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
  And cannot come again.
—A. E. Housman
      The farthest into history for which the Y-DNA evidence has accounted is Dennis McClendon, born in 1641 in parts unknown (presumably Ulster or Scotland). He and his family settled in this region along the Albemarle Sound and Roanoke River in the 1690s. Part of a deed in Chowan Precinct reads, “Elizabeth Lewerton to Dennis Mackclenden this 3 April 1699 in ye 11th. year of ye Reign of our Sovereign Lord King William of England…” Dennis’ wife Elizabeth, born around 1660, predeceased him, and he remarried. The court of Perquimans Precinct was held at his home in 1704 and 1705 and at the home of his widow Deborah Whedbee McClendon on July 11, 1706, meaning he had expired within the preceding year.
      One of Dennis’ sons was Thomas McClendon, born in 1690, possibly in Barbados, a nexus of Atlantic travel and trade. He married Elizabeth Bush in 1716 in Chowan Precinct, the selfsame division where she was born on June 1, 1691. In 1717 there is a record of a “Thos. Macklindon” purchasing land from James Wilson in Chowan Precinct. In 1725 he served as executor of his brother’s will in Bertie Precinct. In 1729 Elizabeth died; Thomas married Mary Bryan the following year. Tax records indicate they moved to the southern end of the Pamlico Sound in Craven County in 1741 and 1742. He died in 1757 in Cumberland County, contemporary site of the city of Fayetteville.


       One of Thomas and Elizabeth’s sons was Jacob McClendon, born near the Albemarle Sound in northeastern North Carolina. His tombstone gives his birth year as 1715, the Sons of the American Revolution records put it at 1725 or 1726, still other sources as disparate as 1702, 1730, and 1731. Jacob married Martha Travis, born around 1736 in North Carolina, between 1748 and 1751, and they had eleven children. The births and baptisms of Isaac and Jamima were recorded in 1753 in the register book of Prince Frederick Parish, Winyah, an Anglican church. The next year the French and Indian War began, bringing intermittent battles between the colonists and France’s Native American allies to the frontier. During the war the family probably lived in Cumberland County, about halfway between the coast and the frontier. As the conflict wound down, Jacob was commissioned on March 11, 1761, as a lieutenant in the North Carolina militia in Dobbs County, but a reproduction of the list indicates his name was removed and does not give a reason. In 1774 Jacob set out for the Georgia frontier, where his daughter Nancy, born around 1760, would marry into the Heard family.

The Heards
      When personal taxation was imposed in Medieval England surnames became necessary. Various spellings of “Heard” were used by families engaged in herding animals. Some researchers have connected the Heard name to William the Conqueror, but there is no established link to our Heards. We can definitively trace them to Ulster, present-day Northern Ireland, where they were English settlers who spoke the local language. One legend about the Heards claims the paterfamilias was the Earl of Tyrone who, in an argument over tithes, threw a pitchfork at someone and was forced to make haste to America. However, no evidence for this story has been produced.
I’m bidding farewell to the land of my youth
and the home I love so well.
And the mountains so grand round my own native land,
I’m bidding them all farewell.
With an aching heart I’ll bid them adieu
for tomorrow I’ll sail far away,
O’er the raging foam for to seek a home
on the shores of Amerikay.

And when I am bidding my last farewell
the tears like rain will blind,
To think of my friends in my own native land,
and the home I’m leaving behind.
But if I’m to die in a foreign land
and be buried so far far away
No fond mother’s tears will be shed o’er my grave
on the shores of Amerikay.
—Irish folk song
      What we do know is there was a Heard man whose first name is lost, born around 1665 in County Tyrone. His sons inscribed the family in the pages of American history when they crossed the Atlantic in 1719-20. One of the sons was Charles, born around 1691 and married in 1718. They settled in Sansbury in Pennsylvania Dutch Country. On August 30, 1744, Charles received a land grant of 225 acres on the South Hardware River, a tributary of the James, in newly-formed Albemarle County, where in the previous year Thomas Jefferson was born. In a 1746 note to creditor Henry Cary we learn that Charles was a blacksmith and able to sign his own name legibly. By July 1748 he was dead, and the will in which he bequeathed his acreage to one of his sons, Charles Jr., was challenged in court by said Cary. Charles Jr. craftily maneuvered to sell the land to his brother, prompting a lawsuit for non-payment of his father’s debts. The court ordered the seizure of his property, in this case an iron knife and ring, which by the time they were sold by the sheriff in 1749 Charles Jr. and his family had evacuated the state and fled to Carolina.
      Charles Jr. was born around 1718 in County Tyrone and married Isabella in the early 1740s in Pennsylvania. They had six boys and one girl from 1743 to 1764. After their abrupt relocation to North Carolina they lived on 100 acres in Cumberland County. Through the 1750s and 60s Charles Jr. bought and sold hundreds of acres and served on several juries. In April 1768 he again fell into debt, and his property was seized. This latest entanglement saw him decamp to South Carolina, wherefrom in October 1768 he deeded 100 acres to one of his sons in exchange for fifteen pounds. The militia roll call in his former home county pointedly described the fiasco when in November 1770 it declared him to be “gone.” Charles Jr.’s dubious sojourn in the Palmetto State ended when he moved to Georgia. His departure for the thirteenth colony coincided with that of the McClendons. Both families lived in Cumberland County at the same time, and they became neighbors again in the frontier forests on the western bank of the Savannah River.

 

Wilkes County
      The land settled by the McClendons and Heards and thousands of other adventurous pioneers was originally Cherokee and Creek territory. A 1763 treaty between the Southern colonies and the natives limited settlement to south of the Little River. Subsequent commerce between traders and natives left the latter owing about £60,000. Sir James Wright, the royal governor, seized the opportunity and convened a congress on June 1, 1773, at which the Creek and Cherokee ceded two million acres in a wide swath along the western banks of the Savannah River extending northward to the confluence of the Keowee and Tugaloo Rivers. The land, known as St. Paul’s Parish until it was divided into counties, was opened for settlement in parcels from one to 100 acres. Farmers of good character were exhorted to tame the wilds and were assured the soil was suitable for indigo, Indian corn, cotton, tobacco, flax, and hemp. On December 7, 1773, at Wrightsborough, a Quaker community near Augusta, Charles Heard Jr. received his tract: “Herd, Charles--S. C. a wife 2 sons and 1 dau. from 17 to 9 years old. 200 acres on head of Fishing creek at Isaac Goldsbee's cabbin.” Jacob McClendon was granted land on October 10, 1774, at Dartmouth, later known as Petersburg, in the fork of the Broad and Savannah Rivers: “McClendon, Jacob--N. C. a wife 4 sons and 4 daus. from 18 to 1 years old. xxx acres on Fishing creek including xxx acres surveyed for Thomas Richardson including improvements made by Richardson and Nemh. Killcres.”

Stephen Heard and his horse Silverheels, from the 1913 collection
"Grandmother Stories from the Land of Used-to-Be" by Howard Meriwether Lovett

      Charles Jr.’s first cousin Stephen Heard, born in 1740 and a veteran of the French and Indian War, also settled in the ceded lands along with his father and brothers. The family came from Virginia where their land abutted the property of George Washington, from whom they purchased Arabian horses. On New Year’s Day 1774 the family and other settlers began constructing a stockade on the future site of Washington called Fort Heard or Heard’s Fort. Stephen homesteaded north of there on Fishing Creek. Jacob McClendon and Charles Jr. also settled the area, which today is ten miles north of Washington near the ghost town of Danburg. On February 5, 1777, a convention at Savannah officially named the land Wilkes County in honor of the British parliamentarian and proponent of the American cause John Wilkes.
Soon after the conference a party of surveyors, chain carriers, markers, artisans, guards, and astronomers, as well as a few adventurers and Indian braves, set out from Augusta. Crossing Little River, the company entered a country of magnificent forests abounding in deer, black bear, wolf, wildcat, and such small game as squirrel and rabbit. Quail rose whirring from the underbrush, and the clear, rapid streams were full of fish.
—Writers of the Works Progress Administration, The Story of Washington-Wilkes, 1941

This territory, called the New Purchase, contains about two millions of acres, lying upon the head of Great Ogechee, between the banks of the Savanna and Alatamaha, touching on the Ocone and taking within its precincts all the waters of Broad and Little rivers, comprehends a body of excellent fertile land, well watered by innumerable rivers, creeks and brooks.
—William Bartram, Travels, spring 1776
      The frontier in those days was hardly peaceful. Besides the outbreak of war there were Cherokee and Creek raids, one of which in 1777 resulted in Charles Jr.’s house being burned down, his property and belongings ransacked, and a slave woman stolen. In 1802 his sons were still seeking restitution in court. In January 1779 Augusta fell to the British, and the maneuvers which culminated in the Battle of Kettle Creek began. After the Patriot victory there Wilkes County was delivered from further British and Loyalist incursions. The county’s attitude towards the revolution was made clear when the first court met at Jacob McClendon’s house on August 25, 1779. Nine Loyalists were sentenced “to be hanged by the Neck till their bodies are Dead.” The following year Heard’s Fort was called Washington, the first city named for the revolutionary hero. On February 5, 1780, it was declared Georgia’s seat of government, and on February 18 Stephen Heard was elected acting governor for a one-year term.
      One of Charles Jr.’s sons William, born around 1751 in North Carolina, had also won a land grant of 100 acres and settled at Fishing Creek. He accumulated and sold hundreds of acres during and after the war, and around 1779 he married Jacob McClendon’s daughter Nancy. Charles Jr. lost his wife in this period and remarried a landowning widow, Margaret Brady. In Wilkes County’s first tax digest in 1785 it records he owned 615 acres there and another 200 in Greene County. Charles Jr. died in late 1797, and to his wife he left:
…my riding horse, Britton, also two cows, white, black and white face, together with the increses that they have had and to come. Also my household furniture, my feather bed excepted and bed quilt, also I give to my said wife the tract of land I now live on, all at her disposal, also I lend to my said wife my negro woman, named Rody, also my negro man, named Mingo, during her widowhood, providing that said negros are not moved out of this state.
In 1793 Jacob died and in his will divided his estate of more than a thousand acres and many slaves among his sons; to his daughter Nancy he bequeathed £25 payable in tobacco. His wife Martha lived for many more years in Wilkes County and died there in 1827. Nancy’s death followed on her father’s in the late 1790s, and William remarried Rachel Griffin, with whom he had several children. They moved to Harricane Creek in Jackson County in 1814. William died there in 1825.
      One of William’s daughters with his first wife was named Nancy, born on July 29, 1785. She had a brief marriage to Azariah Bostwick before he died as a young man, and she lived most of her nine decades as a widow. She died on July 2, 1876 and is buried at Macedonia Baptist Church in Oxford. Nancy Heard Bostwick was the great-great-grandmother of my great-grandmother Grace Tucker Brayton, yet there is no indication she or anyone else in our immediate family knew of this branch of their family tree. In 1790 Wilkes County contained one-third of Georgia’s population and counted as residents Meriwether Lewis and Eli Whitney, but today the area is depopulated and remembered mostly for its rich history. Now that we know about our Heard and McClendon ancestors we can remember our own connection to this rich history.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The McKowns of Campbell County

      A few weeks ago I had the immense pleasure of meeting my first cousin thrice removed, Dorothy “Dot” Dobson Ward, a sharp and keen nonagenarian. Memaw and I visited Dot at the home she shares with her son near Palmetto. It was such a short trip there that we agreed it was a pity we hadn’t done this sooner and more often. Hugh Williams, Memaw’s father and my great-grandfather, was Dot’s first cousin and 22 years her senior. She is the last surviving member of a generation that included over 20 cousins, born from the late 1880s to 1919. These 20 cousins were the grandchildren of Leonora Smith and James R. McKown.

James R. McKown was small in stature and never weighed more than
125 pounds. This portrait belongs to Dot, his only surviving granddaughter.

      James R. McKown was born December 21, 1838, the fifth of seven children. The spelling of his middle name appears in his daughter’s recollections as Redford and Radford, elsewhere as Ratherford, but is usually printed as an initial. His birthplace is also a disputed matter. Family lore recounts he was born in Fairburn in Campbell County, but the census indicates he lived with his parents Hugh McKown and Linda Chapman in Henry County in 1840 and Fayette County in 1850. The McKowns may have moved to Campbell County in the 1850s or their land may have been absorbed by the county, as Fairburn’s website tells us:
Early records show that what is now called Fairburn, was settled as early as 1830. In 1833, the town was founded as Cartersville, changing its name one year later to Berryville. … Fairburn’s town charter was enacted by the State Legislature in 1854. The jurisdiction of the town government was set within a 600-yard radius from the railroad depot, this land then being the two counties of Fayette and Campbell.

 Leonora Smith McKown, from Dot's mother's photo album

      The youngest in a flock of eleven, Leonora Smith was born March 18, 1843 in Campbell County to Valinda Trentham and Andrew Smith, who married in 1820. Leonora married James on September 29, 1859, and the 1860 census records the young couple residing near their parents in the selfsame county. When the war came James enlisted on June 6, 1861. He was a private in the Campbell County Guards (Company A, 21st Regiment), part of the Army of Northern Virginia. His younger brother Thomas Jefferson McKown joined up as well, serving as a musician through the duration of the war. James’ wartime experience is best left to the words of his oldest daughter, Virginia (Jennie):
At the age of 22 he enlisted in the Confederate army being among the first to volunteer, notwithstanding the fact that he had a young wife still in her teens and a baby boy. He served throughout the four year struggle and suffered such privations the last year he contracted that dread disease chronic diarrhea, from which he suffered more or less the balance of his life….
 Campbell County and its environs, 1864

      There are discrepant reports about when James fell ill, when he was discharged, and if and when he rejoined. The Confederate roster indicates he was discharged with a disability on October 7, 1862. Leonora’s application for a Confederate pension states he was discharged on February 14, 1862, and was unable to return to service on account of his health. Another of James’ daughters, Alice (Allie), offered a different version of events. It was relayed in a 1975 letter written by one of her nieces:
He became ill in 1863 and was given a furlough because of his illness. He rejoined the army in 1864, but on account of his health (he never recovered from his illness) he was unable to do regular army work but did serve as a courier during the Battle of Atlanta.
      Whatever the differing accounts, there is no doubt the war ruined James’ health and precipitated a long and slow decline. The long-suffering veteran lived for two more decades when, according to Jennie, he was “…weakened by an attack together with other complications [and] fell easy prey to pneumonia. He died January 28, 1883.” In spite of this ailment, James worked first as a blacksmith and then owned a saw mill. He and Leonora had nine children, two boys and seven girls. His premature death at age 45 left her to raise their young offspring by herself. It must have required true grit and faith to overcome these trials of heartache and hardship. Leonora lived the remainder of her days as a widow and passed away January 29, 1937, exactly 54 years and one day after James’ demise. Leonora’s 93 years uniquely paralleled the life of the county where she was born and bred. Campbell was carved out of neighboring counties fifteen years before her birth and merged with Fulton six years before her death. In the city cemetery of Campbell County’s former seat Fairburn, Leonora and James were laid to rest.
Lord we married young and stayed where we came from
And gave those children everything we had
Will you stay with me in my time of need
Though it seems we had such little time for us.
Will you say to me a little rain’s gonna come
When the sky can’t offer none to me
Cause I will come for you
When my days are through
And I’ll let your smile just off and carry me.
—Ryan Adams, “In My Time of Need”

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Carolina in My Mind

      My great-grandparents Hulett Hall Widener Sr. and Rubye Mae Cochran took my grandfather Hulett Jr. on a trip to North Carolina in September 1936, when he was five years old. They may have been visiting friends or family, or they may have taken a vacation. These are some of the pictures from their Depression-era road-trip.






Friday, June 8, 2012

How Green Was Their Valley

      The first of my Widener ancestors to settle in Georgia came from Fairfield County, South Carolina, in the 1820s. My great-great-great-great-grandfather Henry Widener was born in 1791 or 1792 and married Nancy Kuglar in 1814. There were two daughters by the time the family migrated, probably along the Fall Line Road from Columbia to Augusta and across the Savannah River into Georgia. It was another 130 miles through piney woods to their destination, Henry County, where they established themselves as farmers near the Ocmulgee River’s headwaters.


      The lands they settled were former Creek Indian territory ceded to Georgia in the Treaty of Indian Springs on January 8, 1821.  In the resulting bonanza neither the Wideners nor Nancy’s younger brother James David Kuglar, who migrated with them, won lots. Perhaps they purchased land from the grantees or became tenant farmers. (James won a tract of land in Muscogee County in the 1827 lottery but it appears he remained in Henry and was married there a year later.) 
      Nancy gave birth to three sons beginning with my great-great-great-grandfather John D. Widener on June 22, 1830. Joseph M. and Andrew J. followed around 1832 and 1833. There was also a daughter, Mary Ann, born around 1835. From the 1850 census we learn the value of Henry’s real estate was $3,830 and that he was unable to read or write. It seems however that his wife was literate. The three sons married in Henry County in that decade; John was the first, wedding Nancy Amanda ‘Mandy’ Dickey on December 28, 1854. Nancy was the daughter of a quite elderly Irishman (he was 61 when she was born on October 26, 1835) named Thomas and a Virginian named Martha, 20 years his junior. They too moved to the county in the 1820s from South Carolina and were of modest means: in 1850 and 1860 Thomas valued his property at $200.

Blackjack Mountain: the green, green grass of home

      In the late 1850s the Widener and Kuglar clan lit out for the territory of Carroll County, what’s been called Georgia’s last frontier. They settled in the furthest reaches of its southwestern corner, nestled against the Alabama line, in Bowdon. The town is situated among the undulating ridges and expansive vistas of the Southern Appalachians. Blackjack Mountain, one of the highest points in Georgia south of Atlanta, stands just south of town and was the sight of trade routes and rituals before the Cherokee were expelled in the 1830s. Bowdon was founded in 1856 and would have counted the Wideners and Kuglars as pioneer citizens. The families homesteaded on neighboring lots in the fledgling hamlet, offspring were produced, the land was cultivated, and there was reason for optimism until the crisis of secession exploded into civil war and sent the Widener brothers to battles far away.

The church sits on a promontory overlooking the Little Tallapoosa River in the Victory community east of Bowdon. Some Wideners are reputedly ensepulchred in the churchyard, but on my visit I encountered neither their granite memorials nor ghostly whispers.