Category Archives: slavery
My cousin Monique is now the queen of all Internet searches. It was her voracious searching that turned up my second great-grandfather’s Civil War era sword on ebay, a portrait of one of our ancestors at the Maryland Historical Society on their online database, and me on ancestry.com. Now, she’s done it again. Monique found another one of our cousins, again on ancestry.com. (I think that internet genealogy site is going to have to start paying her soon – she’s a walking commercial for their services!)
Meet cousin Sylvia Smith Isabel. She lives a short bus or train ride away in New York and is as passionate about uncovering our family’s history as Monique and I.
Keeping track of all these cousins can be confusing so here is how we’re all related:
The ancestors that all three of us have in common are Tempy Burton and Col. W.R. Stuart, aka The Colonel. Tempy was a slave in Elizabeth McCauley’s family. When Elizabeth married the Colonel, Tempy was given to the couple as a wedding gift. Elizabeth couldn’t have any children but Tempy could and did have seven, probably all with The Colonel. But two of her children were definitely The Colonel’s, documented through their death certificates. They were Alfred Burton Stuart, Tempy and The Colonel’s oldest child and Josephine Burton Ford, their youngest child. Alfred was Monique’s great, great-grandfather and Sylvia’s great-grandfather. Josephine Burton Ford was my great-grandmother. Using the cousin calculator that makes Sylvia and Monique first cousins, once removed, Monique and I third cousins, once removed and Sylvia and I plain ole third cousins.
Two days after Thanksgiving, Monique and her family came over to our house and we had a few good hours of laughs over all the things we’ve found this past year and we were feeling pretty thankful, like we’d reached the peak of our genealogy mountain and could just take in the view. Then, two days later, with the discovery of Sylvia, we had even more to be thankful for, and more history to uncover (her dad grew up on Alfred’s farm and told her stories of Alf working as an unofficial town vet – news to us!). It feels like we’re at the beginning of another journey.
Check out the other cousin we found earlier this year, Renee Smith.
With my children finally back in school, I can return my attention for at least part of the day to shaking my family tree. My cousin and I have made a lot of progress since we started searching together last year, but each new discovery invariably leads us to another clue, another agency to call, or piece of history to look into. Following all of these threads requires organization, so I’ve decided to give myself a weekly list of genealogy goals to keep me focused. I’ll do this on “Motivation Mondays,” and if you find this theme useful, I hope you’ll join me.
Goals for this week:
- Transcribe one letter from the Stuart Papers. Pictured above, the collection of letters, sermons and personal documents belonged to my third great-grandfather, William R. Stuart. (If I do one letter a week, I’ll have them finished by 2012!)
- look into some of the laws regarding slaves in Maryland. Stuart was president of the state’s senate and mentions pending legislation regarding slavery a few times in his letters in 1826 and again in the 1840s. I wonder if he helped craft laws regarding slavery and if they were pro or anti the institution.
- Follow up with the local library to find out when the Stirling Papers will arrive on microfilm, on loan from Princeton University. I’m dying to find out if these papers have any information on my third great-grandmother, Eliza Burton, who was owned by the Stirling family.
It’s nice to be back from a great vacation where I unplugged from my computer and soaked up the surf and sun.
Even though I wasn’t blogging or researching, genealogy was never too far from me. As we made our way down to Hilton Head, South Carolina, we passed a town named Burtonville (Burton is my great, great-grandmother’s surname) and saw a sign for Nash County, NC where many of my ancestor’s slave owners were from. If there is one thing I’ve learned on this journey, it’s that the genealogy world is small, and all relative. And my ancestors’ world was just as small if not smaller and it seems their owners really were related.
A few months back when I realized that one of the women who owned my great, great-grandmother, Tempy was Judith Boddie, I started searching for information about the prominent North Carolina Boddie family and found a Google book with extensive information about their lineage. The book, Lineage and Tradition of the Herring, Conyers, Hendrick, Boddie, Perry, Crudup, Denson and Hilliard Families shows the interconnection of all these families through marriage. When I found it, I didn’t know that another family listed in this book also owned my ancestors. While Tempy was owned by the Boddies, her sisters, Polly and Liberia were owned by Dr. Robert Hilliard. Hilliard settled in Louisiana but was originally from Nash, NC. The Google book shows generations of intermarriage between the Boddies and Hilliards. There is even one family member named Tempe Boddie Hilliard! (Tempe was a popular name among both families).
Six degrees of separation? I think a lot less.
Can you connect yourself to the president through six people or less? A woman at my gym works for him. Your turn.
Yesterday, I shared how my great, great-grandfather escaped the Ku Klux Klan. Well, not all of my relatives may have been so lucky.
A few weeks ago I heard a new family story – that one of my great, great-grandmother’s sons was lynched. The news came from a 92 year-old man who actually met my great, great-grandmother, Tempy Burton when he was a child. He remembered hearing that her son was lynched, but nothing more. I don’t know why he was lynched, if it was the Klan that lynched him or someone else. I don’t even know which of Tempy’s sons may have been lynched. Besides her oldest boy, Alfred, she had two: Warren and Louis born in the late 1860s probably in New Orleans, Louisiana or Ocean Springs, Mississippi. Both boys probably died sometime after the 1870s when they last show up on the Jackson Educable Index cited on oceanspringsarchives.net.
Investigating a lynching is not exactly what I signed up for when I started this blog less than a year ago. I just wanted to find out what happened to my great, grandmother, Josephine Burton Ford. But, now that I have this clue, I have to follow it. This man was Josephine’s brother. His history is my history. He deserves to be found too even if it’s exceedingly painful to see where he ended up.
So far, I’ve checked the following databases that list lynching victims in the United States:
Anywhere else I should look?
Thank you for always sharing your stories. It gives me the courage to share mine, even when they’re not pretty.
The silver child’s cup that I’m holding left me speechless as did the sentiment behind it when Joel Brink gave it to me during our first meeting this past Sunday. Joel is an art historian who has published several books about his and his wife’s families. His wife, Joan descends from a family who owned my great, great-grandmother, Tempy Burton.
The cup belonged to Martha “Mattie” McCauley who died at age 18 in 1860. Her mother owned my great, great-grandmother, Temple Burton. Tempy was later given as a wedding present to Mattie’s sister, Elizabeth when she married my great, great-grandfather, Colonel W.R. Stuart. Undoubtedly, as their slave, Tempy was in charge of keeping this beautiful cup looking shiny in the McCauley’s Mississippi home. Joan and Joel gave it to me because it was something probably touched by Tempy. As Joan wrote in her beautiful note that sent me sobbing more than once, this cup is a reminder of the connection between our families, now renewed.
I’m not quite up to the task of expressing my thoughts upon seeing this document. Nothing, not even seeing my great, great-grandmother bequeathed in a will drives home the true state of her situation as does this 1860 probate court appraisal of the “goods & chattels and personal estate of Judith B. Jones.” Mrs. Jones was one of several family members that owned my great, great-grandmother, Tempy Burton. The appraisers placed Tempy’s value and that of an infant child at $1,600. She would have been about 40 years old when this document was written.
This document was so dispiriting that I considered not sharing it at all until I realized that the specifics included in it, like the names and ages of slaves, might prove useful to some other researcher. So here they are (they’ll be familiar from the wills earlier posted in which my grandmother was bequeathed):
Tiller a woman, about forty-eight years of age, black….$450
William, a man, twenty-two years of age………………….$1,000
Reuben, man, aged 33 years of age…………………………..$1,400
Tom, a boy, 17 years of age, tall, well grown………………$1,600
Tempy, a woman & child, year old……………………………$1,600
Vincent, a man, 24 years of age……………………………….$1,700
Susan, woman, 23 years of age………………………………..$1,400
Offa, a boy, 11 yrs of age………………………………………….$1,100
Tanny, girl, 10 yrs of age……………………………………………$900
Thanks to historians Ray Bellande and Joel Brink for getting this document to me and to any other researcher whom may consider it useful.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, while the Howcott/Howcutt family are not blood relatives, our families are connected. Their ancestor, Hill Jones is the earliest owner I can find of my great, great-grandmother, Temple Burton. William Hill Howcott, Hill Jones’s grandson, erected the monument pictured above in Canton, Mississippi to honor his slave, Willis. William Hill was a member of Harvey’s Scouts, a special unit in the Confederate Army. According to Joel Brink’s Howcott family memoir, the young slave, Willis was killed accompanying his master into battle…with the Confederates. The strange institution of slavery never ceases to amaze.
Read more about this unusual monument at the website of my quasi-cousin, Francis Howcutt.
One of my friends sent me an encouraging note today, complementing this blog before posing the following question:
“Doesn’t it make you angry to uncover this stuff? Even just the language that is used in some of these documents- “sale” and “slave” -make me cringe…..yet your writing doesn’t have an angry tone. How do you do it?”
I think that by the time I write about my discoveries here, I’ve had a chance to digest them.
It was heart-breaking to see my great, great-grandmother, Temple Burton listed as property in a will after farm animals and equipment. The description of her owner, my great, great-grandfather, Col. W.R. Stuart as a “distinguished Southerner” in his obituary catapulted me into a temporary rage. But these two titles, slave, and slave owner are single aspects of my two ancestors’ stories. They’re hard truths, but they’re not the only truths and to focus on them solely leaves me with labels for great, great-grandparents as opposed to full people with aspirations and desires that I hope to discover. Information empowers me. Discovering that Tempe took a trip with her daughter, my great-grandmother Josephine that was important enough to commemorate with the pictured decorative glasses is balm to a wound. Knowing that the Colonel cultivated the Stuart pecan, named for him and still grown today engenders a certain amount of pride.
Of course my great, great-grandmother’s enslavement angers me and that my great, great-grandfather was her enslaver is a double whammy. But what’s harder to take is no information at all.
It still boggles my mind that Temple stayed on with the Stuarts after emancipation for another 60 years! Her son Alfred Burton Stuart lived in Ocean Springs as well, married with children, so why not just go and live with him? And then there is Josephine. Born and raised in Ocean Springs, married and raising children in her home town, she virtually disappears after the 1920 census. How does someone who lived her entire life in the same place just vanish?
These unanswered question are like a lead weight on my head. Maybe it’s my journalism background, but I’d rather know the truth than be in the dark, even when the truth is dirty and mean.
Which motto do you live by: “The truth shall set you free” or “What I don’t know won’t hurt me?”
After finding my great, great-grandmother Temple Burton’s tombstone this week, it seems right to focus on the surname Burton for Surname Saturday.
According to a myriad of ancestry and genealogy sites on the internet, Burton is of English origin and means “settlement by a fort.” Alternate spellings are Burtone, Bortune, or Bortone.
I also found a few Burton family crests and coat-of-arms, including this one at BurtonsCoast2Coast.
Tempe, aka Tempy or Temple Burton is the oldest ancestor of African descent that I’m able to trace on my father’s side. According to an obituary included on Ray Bellande’s Ocean Springs website and archived at the Southern University of Mississippi, Tempe was born in 1821 and her tombstone lists March 1, 1925 as her date of death. That means she lived a whopping 104 years! Census reports show that many of those years were spent with Col. W.R. Stuart and his wife Elizabeth McCauley Stuart in Ocean Springs, first as their slave and after emancipation as their cook.
My family believes that the Colonel and Tempe had several children together including, Alfred Burton Stuart and my great-grandmother, Josephine Burton Ford.
Alfred Burton Stuart was born in April, 1860 and died on Oct. 4, 1928 in New Orleans. With wife, Clara he had nine children, including the musically talented, Tempy Stuart Smith. My grandmother, Lillie Mae Ford remembered Tempy Smith and her family as “famous New York City musicians.” After living in Ocean Springs, Mississippi, Tempy and her family did relocate to New York City in the late 1920s. My cousin, Monique Smith Anderson, also partner on this research journey with me, is a direct descendant of Tempy Smith.
Josephine Burton Ford was born around 1875 according to census records. She raised her children in Ocean Springs, Mississippi after marrying the Reverend James Ford on April 17, 1894. Census forms show she lived in Ocean Springs until 1920, but after that, I can’t find a trace of her. Josephine and James had at least six children, two of which stayed in Ocean Springs. My grandfather, Martin Luther Ford was born to the couple on October 19, 1905. He married Lillie Mae Daniels Ford and they raised their five children there. Eventually, Grandpa Martin moved the family to New Orleans where he died in January, 1985.
My father, Joseph Burton Ford is the last of Tempe’s descendants to carry her surname.
The only famous Burtons I can think of are Richard Burton and Tim Burton. (My husband reminded me of Roots’ LeVar Burton). But I’m sure there must be some historical figures that I’ve overlooked. If you know any, shout them out to me.
What historical figures share your name?