Taylor Family History & Genealogy
Biographies & Family Trees
Find records of Taylors by their first name:
- -- Taylor to Angelise Taylor
- Angelita Taylor to Barbar Taylor
- Barbara Taylor to Bryceon Taylor
- Bryda Taylor to Chip Taylor
- Chiquita Taylor to Crowe Taylor
- Crowl Taylor to Dola Taylor
- Dolan Taylor to Ellernee Taylor
- Ellery Taylor to Fakie Taylor
- Falconer Taylor to Gettus Taylor
- Gf Taylor to Henratta Taylor
- Henrene Taylor to Jahmal Taylor
- Jahred Taylor to Kaliopi Taylor
- Kally Taylor to Laura Taylor
- Laurabelle Taylor to Lona Taylor
- Lonamae Taylor to Manuela Taylor
- Manuele Taylor to Melwood Taylor
- Melwyn Taylor to Nefa Taylor
- Neff Taylor to Ottillia Taylor
- Ottillie Taylor to Rasheedah Taylor
- Rasheen Taylor to Ruford Taylor
- Rufus Taylor to Sm Taylor
- Small Taylor to Thettie Taylor
- Thetus Taylor to Vennie Taylor
- Vennis Taylor to Windom Taylor
- Windy Taylor to Zyta Taylor
Most Common First Names
- William 3.4%
- John 3.1%
- James 3.0%
- Robert 2.2%
- Mary 2.0%
- George 1.7%
- Charles 1.6%
- Thomas 1.2%
- Henry 0.8%
- Joseph 0.8%
Taylor Last Name History & Origin
Nationality & Ethnicity
These are the earliest records we have of the Taylor family.
Taylor Death Records & Life Expectancy
According to our database of 289,435 people with the last name Taylor that have a birth and death date listed:
These are the longest-lived members of the Taylor family on AncientFaces.
- Sophia Taylor lived 120 years
- Carrie Taylor lived 115 years
- Nellie L Taylor lived 115 years
- Danita Taylor lived 115 years
- Corinne Taylor lived 114 years
- Emma L Taylor lived 112 years
- Lula B Taylor lived 111 years
- Roscoe C Taylor lived 109 years
- Eugene Taylor lived 109 years
- Lottie Taylor lived 109 years
Our Taylor line is decendants of James Taylor d 1698 Va (immigrant) and his (2) wife, Mary Gregory. Their youngest son, John Taylor b 1696 Va (bur. NC)married Catherine Pendleton. John and Catherine Taylor's son, Edmund Taylor lived in Mecklenburg Co Va. He married Anne Lewis, both members of the Church of England and coverted to to the Methodist faith. It was their son Howell Taylor b 1754 Va who migrated first to Montgomery Co Tenn, Brownsville, Haywood County, Tennessee.(Taylor's of Tabernacle)
It is from 2 sons of Rev Howell Taylor who married Susan Young that we descend, John Young Taylor b 1787(m Martha Alexander)and Richard Taylor b 1793 Va(m (1)Nancy Alexander.
From John Young Taylor came a daughter, Susan Young Taylor b 1848 (m Dr Allen Jones Barbee) and from the Barbee's came Martha Alexander Barbee b 1832(m John Louis Taylor) It is through their daughter, Emma Matilda Taylor b 1856 (m Robert Edwin Taylor, a cousin , who descended from John Young Taylor's brother, Richard.
Richard Taylor's son,John Alexander Taylor b 1818 (Tn m Anne Bignal "Nan" Peete) and it is from him, that Robert Edwin Taylor was born.
Emma Matilda Taylor & Robert Edwin Taylor(b 1851) are my great-grandparents. From them descended our grandfather, Edwin Speed Taylor b 1886 Tn., who married Martha Ellen "Ella" Johnson (b 1885 Tn, d/o Alexander A Johnson and Martha Ellen Bridgewater)
My dad, Ernest Speed Taylor b 1911 Tn married Clara Berniece Austin b 1917 Ga on 4 May 1941 in Ridgeland, Jasper Co, SC and settled in Fernandina Beach, Florida and both are buried there.
My memories are written and copyright pending in "Daddy's Little Dumplings", forthcoming.
It is with precious memories, that I share with you, dear reader, some of the memories of one of : "Daddy's Little Dumplings."
Oleta Ann b 1948 Fla.
"The Snake Cried"
Johnny was behind that morning as he grabbed his fishing gear, a quart of moonshine, and hauled buggy for Crandel. When he got there, he had everything but the bait.
He looked around for something to use when he saw a small snake with a frog in its mouth. Johnny reached down and snatched it up and was fastening it on his hook when he noticed the snake was crying....brokenhearted, tears running down its face. Johnny reached for his bottle and poured a few drops on the snakes nose. The little snake licked his lips a couple of times, smacked his mouth and took off.
Johnny caught a nice bass with the frog then looked around and there was the snake with another frog. Johnny gently took the frog and watched as the snake raised its head and opened his mouth wide.
Both were pretty well loaded when the sun went down.
My father and mother had been seineing off Fernandina Beach's south end.Daddy went for a swim while we stayed on
shore. All of a sudden daddy started yelling,"Bring the net, bring the net", I'm riding a fish! ...Riding a fish? ...It was plain that he was doing something and having a time holding it...we got the net out to him and lo and behold he was " riding a fish", just as one would ride a horse.....a big fish.Daddy had his long legs wrapped around the fish. I remember laughing so hard later that day about what I had witnessed(and stii do)
We weighed the fish when we got it home and it weighed 52 lbs! Needless to say we had some good eating! I'll never forget daddy's fish.....and yes, I do have a photo!
Did I know him? Yes. Though I was not born untill 1958, my father William Alves lived in the trenches with him. He spoke often of Red, as he was called. He would tell of some of the battles they went through. He would tell of the day that Red went down to a little stream to fill the canteens to get water to clean the tent stove and a sniper shot him. How he went to the tent where the doctors tried despertly to save his life after being hit by sniper fire. How my dad and some others of his unit went out to find the sniper and to take him out just after Red died on the operation table. What was unique about this endever was that the men would take compass readings of the rifle fire as the sniper would fire his weapon. They then triangulated his position and my dad call up a tank on his radio and gave him the cordiance to fire a shell and take out the sniper. As a tribute to a fallen friend he kept the empty shell casing that was fired to take out the sniper that killed his best friend. My dad proudly displayed this shell in his home untill his own passing in Octobe of 2000. I cannot tell you the countless times I heard him tell people the story of the shell when they would see it in our house. My dad never forgot about Red or any of the other men in his unit. He kept them alive in his memory and as a result, in a way, I knew them to.
They had approx. 14 grandchildren. Patricia, sandy, Paul, Tom, becky, Lynette, Leann, Lisa, bob, Lori, Jim, jr, Steve, a few more..
Today the children live in arknsas and Iowa.
Few have left Iowa, but some grandchildren can be found in Louisiana, Kentucky, Florida, Arkansas, most in tama county Iowa.
Arthur and hazel are buried in tama county Iowa.