The first stop my cousin Monique and I made on our Family Footsteps tour was to the Jackson County Archives which had copies of court records, land deeds and wills pertaining to our family. Our new friends “Ms. Lois” Castigliola and Linda Cooper helped us navigate the books, gently nudged us out the door at quitting time, and let us share in Lois’s birthday celebration. 89 years young, Ms. Lois is still working full-time!
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In between pounding the cobblestones of the French Quarters, we stopped at Cafe du Monde to refuel with some beignets and cafe au lait. They were worth every carb!
Check out the amazing handmade gift my cousin, Monique gave me today when she came over for a bar-b-que.
The picture hardly does justice to her ancestor clock. It includes images of things we’ve found during the year that we’ve been on this journey together, decorated with her special flourishes and finished with a ton of love. Originally, she was going to give me the quote in the bottom part of the clock and have it framed, but then she got inspired to give me something that I might one day pass down to my children. I love that she gave me our family history in the face of a clock, something I can share with my family every day, and a constant reminder that my ancestors are always with me informing my future.
I’ve just finished reading, Freedom’s Child: The Life of a Confederate General’s Black Daughter by Carrie Allen McCray. It tells the story of McCray’s remarkable mother, the child of a former slave and Confederate general who goes on to become a lifelong activist for what she calls “full freedom” for black people.
Anyone following my blog knows that my great, great-grandmother Tempy Burton was a slave and had several children with her former owner, Col. W.R. Stuart, a confederate like McCray’s grandfather. (Stuart wasn’t a colonel in the Confederate Army, however. This honorary title probably came from his association with a fraternal order).
Our parallel ancestries are crazy on their own (the hypocrisy of fighting to preserve slavery while fathering children with slaves still makes my eyes cross), but the places where our own lives connect is really wild:
- The author spent most of her life in the same town that I live in now. I pass her family home just about every day.
- Before moving to New Jersey, she lived in Lynchburg, Va. I’ve been traveling to a town just outside of Lynchburg annually for the past four years as part of a writing retreat.
- The person who lent me the book was my minister. It was a present to him from the writer. While McCray did not belong to my congregation, research for her book brought her there. Her mother collaborated on many anti-segregation causes with former ministers in my congregation.
I’m sorry I didn’t know about Ms. McCray before she died two years ago. How wonderful it would have been to meet her, perhaps here in our own town or down in Lynchburg during one of my writing retreats. I would have liked to thank her for her book. It’s both a moving tribute to her mother whose tireless efforts I continue to benefit from, (among other things, she helped integrate our town’s movie theaters) as well as an important addition to our country’s history.
You can read her obituary which includes a summary of her book here:
From my brother to my great-grandfather, four generations of men in my family have served in the United States Armed Forces. I grew up not far from the New Jersey Air Force base where my father and grandfather were stationed and the Army base where my brother was stationed before being deployed to Iraq. (He’s back now with more stripes on his arm and ready to serve again if called). But I never met or knew much about my great-grandfather who served in World War I, so this month’s Carnival of African-American Genealogy theme honoring our ancestors who served gave me a great opportunity to learn more about him through some research.
My great-grandfather, Lifford Emerson Coleman was born in Tennessee on July 28, 1890, something I first learned when I came across his World War I draft card shown above. I’d always assumed that he was born and raised in either Oklahoma where he met my great-grandmother and had two children with her, or in Texas where my great-grandmother was from. Lifford was 28 when he registered for the draft and had a wife and two young children at home. My granny, Louise Coleman Walton was just 2 at the time and her younger brother Bill may have just been on the way. This draft card also shows Lifford’s signature, the only one of his that I’ve ever seen.
This draft card alone isn’t proof that Lifford was actually enlisted.
As stated on Ancestry.com where I found this record, “On 6 April 1917, the United States declared war on Germany and officially entered World War I. Six weeks later, on 18 May 1917, the Selective Service Act was passed, which authorized the president to increase the military establishment of the United States. As a result, every male living within the United States between the ages of eighteen and forty-five was required to register for the draft…but not all the men who registered actually served in the armed forces.”
But I know from my grandmother’s stories that he did in fact join the Army. She remembers her baby brother being dressed up like a soldier as well as a photo of her father in his actual Army uniform. (If only the ancestry fairy is listening and will make that photo appear!) But even better proof of Lifford’s service is the money she and her brother received from her father’s Army pension.
“When I was older, around 12 or maybe even 14, a man came by and told Mother that she could get benefits because her husband was in the Army and to get herself a lawyer. Sure enough, she did,” my granny said when I asked her about her father’s service in World War I. “I thought I was rich. I’d never seen so much money.”
A teacher told her she should save it, so she took it to the post office to deposit it.
The woman at the post office at first told her, “I don’t think they let colored do that,’” but Granny was patient, let the woman check with her boss and was granted a safe heaven for her benefits.
“I gave them my fingerprints, my money and from then on I always put my money in savings,” Granny said.
My great-grandfather died at a young age and met a violent end, but not in the Army. My grandmother once told me he was stabbed to death in a bar. But the other day when I asked her about it, she could only remember that someone killed him. Since he was taken from her when she was so young, she doesn’t remember much about him or what kind of work he did. On his draft card, under occupation it says “labor” and his employer is listed as a railroad company. I only noticed this after I got off the phone with my grandmother, so I look forward to being able to give her some information about her dad and hope that it will cheer her.
Armed with Granny’s recollections and this draft card to guide me, I’m sending a request to the National Archives for Lifford’s military records including any pensions received. I can’t wait to see what else his service records tell me about this World War I veteran. Thanks to Lifford and to all who served and thanks to this carnival for prodding me to find out more about my great-grandfather.
This year, we spent part of Mother’s Day at the Gate of Heaven Cemetery in Hawthorne, NY. That’s where my brother-in-law, Gordon Kurtti is at rest with his grandparents, Lucille and John Kurtti.
It was our daughters, 7 and 10 who made the request to visit. They never met their uncle Gordon. They thought since it was his birthday on May 4th and Mother’s Day on the 9th, we ought to spend some time with both their Uncle and grandma Claire. That meant our double party would have to take place at the cemetery.
Gordon died in 1987, years before I met and married his brother, but I’ve always felt as if I knew him. 25 years after his death, he remains a large presence in the Kurtti family. There is always a place for him at every family celebration whether it’s through some physical symbol (like the plaque below bought for his birthday as a child) or stories at family gatherings, like the time he was honored at his high school graduation for a mural he painted and showed up wearing overalls and a Panama hat, quintessential Gordon style. In our home, one of his sketches is a focal point in our living room hanging on the wall. Upstairs, one of his fashion paintings now resides in our youngest daughter’s bedroom. Every year on Christmas, we hang ornaments that belonged to him. A gifted artist, his creations are still sprinkling beauty in our lives.
At the cemetery, my husband let our daughters pick out something to bring to their uncle’s grave and instead of the more traditional flowers, they choose balloons and a happy birthday marker. They ran with excitement through the rows of tombstones looking for the Kurtti grave. I was nervous that the girls were having a little bit too much fun at the cemetery, but my mother-in-law was delighted at their excitement.
“I’m so happy they brought balloons,” Claire said just as I was worrying over this choice of remembrance for her deceased son, the fifth of her seven children. “They’re good for a young person. Flowers can seem so somber.”
But there was nothing somber about that visit to the cemetery. The girls found rocks for all of us to leave on the grave. Grandma Claire shared a few stories about fun times with Gordon and explained how everyone had wrongly believed that his birthday was on the 5th like it says on his tombstone, but it was really the 4th. Before we left, we sent Gordon prayers and our daughters led us in a little happy birthday conga line around my brother-in-law’s grave. The cemetery police never showed up to bust us for having too good a time. Both his mom and brother agreed, Gordon would have liked their dance. I’m only sorry neither my daughters nor I got to dance with him in person.
I hope you all enjoyed Mother’s Day as much as we did.
Do you have any special traditions for keeping the memory of your deceased ancestors alive in family celebrations?
This week, I’ve been following people, places and things: two blogs, a North Carolina family, and derivations of my great, great-grandmother Tempe’s name. It’s all in pursuit of my next genealogy goal, to find Tempe Burton’s's birthplace and her parents.
On Monday, I shared here that in researching Judith Boddie Jones, a woman who once owned my great, great-grandmother, Tempe, I discovered, Judith’s sister was named Temperance. Too much of a coincidence for me to pass up, I’ve been hunting down the Boddies of Nash County, North Carolina ever since in hopes of finding out more about my ancestor.
So far, here’s what I’ve found and where I found it:
- Temperance Boddie was also called Tempe. I’ve always wondered where the spelling “Tempe” and name came from as my great, great-grandmother is named on her gravestone and several census documents. It always struck me as a misprint (shouldn’t it be Tempy with a “y?”), or perhaps short for something else. Could it be that Tempe was named for a member of the family that owned her? Temperance Boddie’s sister, Judith Boddie Jones was one of my great, great-grandmother’s last owners. I found this information about Temperance “Tempe” Boddie in a google book.
- Boddie Family Bible This bible is filled with births and deaths for the Boddie clan spanning about a century. It didn’t mention Temperance, Judith or any slaves that I could see, but it gave me hope that more useful records about this family exist. I found this bible on Renate’s blog, Into the Light. I’ve enjoyed Renate’s posts since joining this community ranging from personal history to genealogy resources, but after she replied to my Monday blog that she had come across the Boddie name often in her North Carolina research, I decided to give her site a closer look. Listed as a resource on Renate’s site is the North Carolina Family Records online. That’s where I found the Boddie family bible.
- John William Boddie died in Jackson, Mississippi. That’s where Tempe lived as a slave to her final owner, Elizabeth McCauley, Judith Boddie Jones’ granddaughter. Could John be related to Judith B. Jones as well? I found Boddie’s obituary while perusing Taneya’s Genealogy blog. A medical librarian, Taneya’s penchant for gathering research materials is evident all over her blog and impressive website which boasts a thorough family tree. Taneya also coordinates several USGen Web projects including the North Carolina portal. It was there that I found Boddie’s obituary as well as election results that showed a W.W. Boddie was elected to the Senate in 1826. Incidentally, my third great-grandfather, William Stuart Sr. (Elizabeth’s father-in-law) was also in the Senate during that time, but in Maryland. This big genealogy world is growing smaller every day with every century retraced.
Thanks Taneya and Renate for all the great resources you share along with your family’s stories. They’ve inspired me to create a resource list of my own. But first a break to celebrate my b’day and Mother’s Day with my families. I’d love suggestions on where to look (and who to follow) on the next leg of this adventure. Who and what are you following?
Happy Mother’s Day!
The poor area that fostered four generations of my paternal family has been taking a pounding the past two weeks. First an oil spill, then tornado and this past weekend more storms! So, here are two pictures from a more tranquil time in the Gulf Coast. This beach is somewhere near Ocean Springs where my father, his father, and his grandmother were all born and where my great, great-grandmother lived most of her life. Those are my cousins - Nicky and Dalvin Ford running from the camera and Haile Ford posing. Knowing me, I was trying to get one more dip in the water or find one more broken seashell before it was time to call it a day.
Do you have any memories (photos or words) of your times on the Gulf Coast? Please share them and send good thoughts for the people there and the environs. Click to hear an Ocean Springs resident telling National Public Radio how the oil spill is affecting him.
Call me greedy, but finding out what happened to my great, grandmother Josephine was not enough for me. It just left me wanting more. Now, I’m determined to discover where and from whom Josephine’s mother, Tempy Burton came from.
Genealogy buddy, Ghita Johnson forwarded Tempy’s death certificate pictured above which I hoped would shed some light on her family. (Thanks, Ghita!) I was crestfallen to see that there were no names written in the spaces next to “father” and “mother,” just some indecipherable letters that I can’t decode. It was also heart-breaking to see that this woman who lived to be 104 and endured a good part of her life as a slave succumbed to”carcinoma of the left breast.” To find anything about her people, I’d just have to keep chasing down more information about Tempy’s last known owner, Hill Jones.
A longtime resident of Canton, Mississippi, Jones was originally from North Carolina. Scrolling through the volunteer run US Gen Web Project’s North Carolina database turned up no information on him. Last night, I turned to Dr. Gwendolyn Midlo Hall’s Afro Louisiana History and Genelaogy site which has a database of Louisiana based slaves, since some census records list Louisiana as Tempy’s place of birth. But neither of the 2 Tempys that came up in the search were my great, great-grandmother. I tried several of the databases in the extensive resource guide listed in about.com (thanks for retweeeting the list LowCountryAfricana) but still nothing. In defeat, I logged on to my ancestry.com site, figuring I could at least feel like I was getting my money’s worth by trolling around the for pay site for a while. Wouldn’t you know, it actually elicited a clue.
As I looked for documents on Hill Jones, the green leaf blinked on his wife, Judith Jones, indicating that there was a hint for her. When I clicked on Judith Boddie Jones’s name, my screen filled with several other members researching her line. Included in each of their trees were Judith’s siblings. Three names stood out: Elizabeth, William Willis and Temperance.
Elizabeth McCauley was my great, great-grandmother Tempy’s final owner. Family lore has it that Tempy was given to Elizabeth when she married my great, great-grandfather, Col. W.R. Stuart.
William Hill Howcott was one of Elizabeth’s cousins and Willis was his slave, immortalized in a Confederate monument erected in his honor. Willis followed his master into battle against Union forces and died in the process.
Temperance seems to me to be a variation of the name Tempy.
I don’t know if this was the case of a slave being named after someone in the master’s family, but it gave me a clue. The same way Tempy came to be in the colonel’s family through his wife, Elizabeth McCauley, is perhaps how she got to be in Hill Jones’s family -through his wife, Judith Boddie.
Who knows if I’ll every find Tempy’s parents, but at least I found all these great new resources and have another place to look: in Nash County, North Carolina with the Boddie family.
Where are you looking for new clues to blast through your brick walls?
My head’s been too congested all week to track many of my fellow genealogy bloggers, but reports of the devastating oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico have preoccupied my foggy brain.
About a week ago, an oil rig exploded in the Gulf some 50 miles from Louisiana’s shoreline leaving 11 workers missing and presumed dead. A broken pipe attached to the rig fell into the ocean and has been leaking thousands of barrels of oil into the Gulf of Mexico ever since.
That part of Louisiana contains some 40 percent of the nation’s wetlands and is spawning grounds for countless fish and birds according to the New York Times. Fisherman must be concerned for their livelihood and residents must be worried about the black smoke cloud that controlled burning, one possible remedy to get rid of the oil would leave in the atmosphere. As the reports kept getting worse with each passing day, I couldn’t help but worry that swimming might eventually be effected too.
One of my fondest summer memories is driving with my paternal grandfather and cousins from Grandpa’s home in New Orleans to his old stomping ground in Ocean Springs, Mississippi on the Gulf Coast and spending an afternoon playing in the Gulf’s surf. Grandpa mostly watched from the beach, but you could see the sheer delight on his face as his grandchildren played in the Gulf, his Gulf. We cousins were children of three of his four sons. Two of those sons were along for the afternoon. It was almost a Ford family reunion. To my memory, the only thing whiter than Grandpa’s big smile was that beach. I’m always surprised to look at pictures from that day and discover that the sand was more gray than white. But in my memory of that perfect day, the water, the shore, my family were all pristine.
I hope the team of engineers and scientists from BP, Exxon and other oil companies in conjunction with the government can come up with a solution to stop the spill and save the wildlife it’s threatening. (It’s the ecosystem and not swimmers that is currently threatened by this spill).
In the meanwhile, my thoughts are with the families of those missing workers and all of you now affected by this disaster.
If you live in that area, has anything similar happened before? How was it handled and how did it effect you?