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Marie Branson-King 5114 N. Maple Ave. Spokane 12, Washington May 20, 1950 Mable McKown McClellan 205 South Girard Albuquerque, New Mexico My very dear Mable, I am indeed thrilled to receive your very lovely letter, and to learn of the work which you are undertaking for the good of the Branson Family's Genealogy. I am deeply interested in this, and if I can, in my small way, add anything to help you at any time, don't hesitate to ask me. As of today, I have gone back into a few records, which I am able to reach, as my books, keepsakes & such are stored, and have written out some of the items that may help you. I have many pictures filed in the old family album that was bought by Nancy Margrave in Alamosa, Colorado in 1885. There is one in particular which I am thinking may be of you when you were a wee one, which I enclose for your inspection, but would like it back, as it has a place in the album. I do not recall the name of Grandfather Branson's father, but it might be traced thru the records of his enlistment in the Civil War, on the Union side, in 1861 to 1864, in Missouri. This information was taken from Grandpa's obituary. I remember very well hearing of some relationship between Abe Lincoln and grandfather Branson on his mother's side through Nancy Hanks, but I have never been set right on it. I also remember your corresponding with mother Branson, my mother Irene, and if this idea had struck us before she passed away, we could have learned a lot of very valuable information from her for the Branson family record. In my traveling in California I run onto Cousin Ruth Branson Derby, Uncle Jesse Branson's oldest girl, who is also interested in writing a family history which she is going to dedicate to the memory of her father, and I am sure she will be able to add to the data we have. Her address is indicated on the enclosed paper. Her mother and sister and brother Alva were living in Los Angeles, California. You are so near them, so Ruth may be able to help out. I and my sister Maggie Alexander, would like to read the book "The Bransons in Europe and America with Connections," if it could be arranged, and we promise to take the best of care of it and to insure its return to you. Also we would both be deeply interested in any other works you might run into. I know a great deal of the cousins named on the list; George B., of Mountain Home, Idaho, and I are Pal's. Of all my father's brothers I have known personally or have seen in my life time only John, Ben, Jess & Jack (Branson), and, as far as I know, have never seen any of Aunt Ruth (Branson McKown) children. Mr. Raymond Macht, of Pagosa Springs, Colorado is the most reliable person to contact for further information; however, I know many people there and have some relatives there also. I dare say you have my wedding picture of my first husband, George W. Cummings, of Creed, Colorado. He passed away in Idaho in 1932. I had one daughter by him, Mrs. Ozell Irene Newell, of Otis Orchard, Washington. I have three grandsons, of whom I am very proud, as my second husband's family were all grown before I entered the family, and he passed away last May 25, and therefore I returned to Washington as my daughter lives here. Jeff and Ina Branson, of 744 Hazel Ave., Ukiah, California are two very fine people. I have visited them twice, and maybe they could give you some help, as he and his brother George, now deceased, were raised by Grandma and Grandpa Branson, after their mother died. The enclosed record shows their connection. I am very happy that you wrote me, and I hope to hear much more from you, as I think you are very brave indeed to undertake this work, but am sure there is much to be gained by your efforts and will do anything I can to help out. I have many family pictures. If you should like to see them some time, we may get together. Who knows? I trust this finds you well, and I am looking forward to hearing from you at an early date. However, if you should write me after the first of June, my address will be 1411 East Providence St., Spokane, as I have sold this home and have bought the one at that address. Yours very sincerely, s/ Adah Kimball P.S. The town of Alamosa, Colorado, stands on the land that was homesteaded by Andrew Jackson Branson when he came from Missouri. The land, 150 acres, that Grandpa sold to a man for $150.00 was in turn sold by him to the town for a sizeable sum. I have a tin type photo of Nancy Margrave, mother of Nancy Branson, my father's mother, and one of William Margrave, brother of Nancy Margrave, the famous judge, for 50 years lacking 3 months of Fort Scott, Kansas. Adah Kimball is the daughter of Jefferson Davis "Dave" Branson. From the Collection of Mable McKown McClellan (Marie Branson King)
Aug 30, 2005 · posted to the surname Branson
Marie Branson-King The Durango News; Volume 19; Number 101 Durango, Colorado; Friday, March 31, 1950; by Harley Ashbaugh, Jr. ----in 1881, Roe was a young man, just 18; he lived at home on a ranch 2 1/2 miles south of Mancos; his neighbors included the Wetherall family which consisted of the parents, five sons and one daughter. Three years earlier Richard Wetherall and Charlie Mason were hunting a stray herd of cattle (December 1888) in the Mancos valley for R.K. Wetherill, the former's father, when they came across the main ruins of the early cliff dwellers of Mesa Verde. The Wetherill brothers had poked around in the ruins a little and had come up with some interesting finds; they's sold some of the skulls, pottery, stone implements and bones to the state historical society and had kept a larger collection at the Wetherall Ranch. It took a young Swede by the name of Gustaf Nerdenskiold to organize an exploration party of some 25 men and exploit the ruins tho his original intentions were to spend about a week in the Mancos neighborhood as a tourist. Roe was the youngest of the outfit; the party packed in to Mesa Verde to begin its three months of excavations. There were no rodes into Mesa Verde at that time and the railroad had just come to Mancos shortly before; that meant the group must pack out everything they found, and that is what they did. "Nordenskiold sent trainloads of mummies, pottery and other artifacts to Sweden," Ethridge explained. "Nothing was unimportant to him." Roe told how the dust in the inner rooms was so fine that "you couldn't dig in it for more than 15 or 20 minutes at a time." The dirt had accumulated to a depth of two or three feet and when stirred up made it hard to breathe. The crew uncovered dozens of mummies which ultimately went to Sweden. One of the mummies, a woman, was complete except for her little toe. The Swede got her too. Most of the mummies had their knees pulled up against their chins and were set away in rear rooms. Many were sitting on their haunches in an upright position. A few were found in almost all parts of the ruins. Members of the crew took turns packing the finds to the railroad station at Mancos, a distance of some 25 miles and a day's journey. "We could only pack one mummie at a time," Roe explained. "We'd put them in a gunnysack, sling them over our shoulders and away we'd go. We took it slow so the bones wouldn't rattle to pieces." The mummies were small and perhaps not over five feet long. The group found several youngsters wrapped in feathers and bark; they opened one wrapping to see that it contained several infants. One of the mummies, a man, had been murdered as evidenced by a hole in the back of his head, made perhaps by a stone axe. He lay with his head resting in a fireplace just as he had fallen, not flexed as was the customary fashion. The party camped on the top of the cliff for several weeks that summer but eventually was rained out so took refuge in the Sprucetree House. In the new quarters the men heard a rattling of kitchen utensils one night. Some told the Swede that spooks were coming in; next night, the group sat up to watch, and in due time four or five young skunks made there appearance, looking for food in the cooking pans. Along about that time, the federal government became interested in the Swede's doings, and brought him to court to account for his acts. Uncle Sam wanted to get back the loot that the young explorer had removed from this country. The result was that Nordenskiold was found guilty and was fined $2,000.00 and costs; he willingly paid the fine and went ahead shipping his treasures to Sweden. The men found corn and beans in large pottery jars; some were sealed over with mud. They broke open a few bean jars and then soaked them a week before planting them. Part of the beans were planted at the Cliff House and the remainder at the Wetherill ranch near Mancos. "They were about as hard after lying in the ground all summer as they were when we took them out of the jars," Roe admitted with a twinkle in his eyes. The bean was similar to the navy bean of today, only it was clear brown in color instead of white; the group also found many pumpkin seeds that the ancestors of the Zuni and Hopi Indians of today stored for future use. The men discovered turkey roosts in Balcony House where the cliff dwellers kept their wild turkeys and ate them when needed. When the excavating party ran out of beef, members of the crew hunted wild cattle on the mesa above the ruins; they hunted the cattle like deer, according to Roe, and even killed many more than they needed for themselves. These they packed out and sent by rail to Silverton and other Basin towns for sale. The doors of the cliff dwellers who inhabited Mesa Verde from about 400- 1290 A.D. are too narrow and too low for the people of today to go through without crawling on their hands and knees. Sometime between 1891 and 1906 when Mesa Verde became a National Park, Roe was guide for a New Yorker who came all the way out here to see the ruins. The two took a trip from Mancos by horse; arriving at the site of the ruins, Roe took the lead, and his tourist, a man of 250 lbs. or more, brought up the rear. The two went through a little door and then crawled through another opening. On November 4, 1891, Roe, Nordenskiold and Al (Wetherill) set out for Marble Canyon in the Grand Canyon after they had completed their excavations at Mesa Verde. On the way to Marble Canyon from the Four-corners area, the three stopped at a Moki (the term then used for Hopis) trading village called Wolpi; it was the westernmost of seven Moki villages. There, they could lock their provisions in their room so they weren't bothered by the Indians stealing their provisions from them when they went out to see the country together. "We stayed there for about two weeks," Roe said. "One night along about 2 or 3 in the morning a Moki came to the door and woke us up. "I went to the door and the Moki pulled a chicken from his blanket and wanted to trade it for coffee. I ask the others if they wanted a chicken and they said said "yes." Then the Moki reached down in his blanket and pulled out some eggs that he wanted to trade for part of a cup of sugar; I got the sugar and traded him the eggs, then went back to bed," Roe related. Reminiscing about the trip the gray haired man told how the Mokis scattered when one of the party set up the camera and got under the black cloth. They's scamper onto the roofs of their dwellings and peek around objects until the picture taking was over and they'd crawl down. By the time the group had reached Marble Canyon they had taken a lot of pictures; things looked pretty dismal, however, when one of the 13 pack horses fell over backward and broke nearly all the glass slides. The horse wasn't hurt in the fall, but after that Roe rode it and packed the one he'd been riding. The three returned to Mancos from their Marble Canyon trip, and from there Nordenskiold returned to Sweden to organize his findings and write his book. Scarcely a year later, Nordenskiold took sick with the flu and died. His father completed the book which his son had started and sent one each to the Wetherill brothers; one of the books is now in the Durango Public Library. Roe looked over Al's book which the elder Nordenskiold had given him. Though Richard and Alfred Wetherill made the first explorations of the main ruins at Mesa Verde, the first discoverers of the ruins were W.H. Jackson and John Moss, his guide in 1874 - 14 years before the Wetherills.
Dec 10, 2004 · posted to the surname Ethridge
Marie Branson-King Notes for Edward Paul MONTGOMERY Edward Paul Montgomery was born 10 July 1865, Warren County, Illinois to Robert Alfred & Eliza Montgomery. He married Maggie Loretta Burrell 10 April 1888, Olena, Henderson County, Illinois. Maggie was born 25 November 1867, Olena, Henderson County, Illinois. Maggie died 11 August 1904, 4 days after giving birth to Monta Alfreda. By Marie Branson King Edward was a carpenter, built many houses in the Bayfield area, the hotel in Bayfield, part of the firewall in Bayfield next to the hotel. While working on the hotel, he slid down a sisal rope and got sisal in his hands and couldn't work; meaning no income. In the hotel Grandpa Bates (Grandpa to the Wiser's) would invite Buckskin Charlie as a guest. Kids would lean over the banister, peeking at him - they were scared of him. Eileen Wiser, daughter of Metta & George, said they would go to the Spring Bear Dance - were very savage occasions & scared the kids. Gertrude married first, then Irene; Metta said "they went off and got married, leaving me to raise all those kids." Note: Above told to me by Poncho McNew, son of Eileen (Wiser) McNew, grandson of Metta (Montgomery) (Wiser) Gearhart Edward Paul Montgomery, lived with Fred & Monta Sprague for some time and also lived with Elmer and Irene (Montgomery) Shelhamer acording to the 1930 Federal Census Record. Children born to Edward Paul & Maggie Loretta (Burrell) Montgomery are; NAME YR OF PLACE OF BIRTH BIRTH Margaret Irene 11 Aug 1889 Decorra, Henderson Co, Illinois Gertrude Abby 20 Aug 1891 Olena, Henderson Co, Illinois Sylvester Burton (Burt) 19 Aug 1893 Olena, Henderson Co, Illinois Frank Edward 10 July 1895 Olena, Henderson Co, Illinois Metta Marie 09 Sep 1897 Adrian, Missouri Nellie Ruth 12 Mar 1900 Fagosa Junction, Colorado Melvin Theodore 22 July 1902 Durango, Colorado Monta Alfreda 07 Aug 1904 Bayfield, Colorado
Dec 10, 2004 · posted to the surname Montgomery
Marie Branson-King 1197 Saxony Road Ecinitas, California June 29, 1950 Dear Mable So happy to have your letter, as it always makes me feel good to hear from any of the Branson Clan. I'm sorry to have to tell you that I can't give you much information at this time. However, I can tell you that my Father was Jesse Allen Branson, and we did operate a hotel at Taos, New Mexico in 1905 & 1906. I have a sister Mary Alice and a brother Charles Alva (Branson). Mother is living but Papa passed on in 1915 in October. I can get Andrew Jackson Branson's father's name, but it will take 3 or 4 days, as I will have to write to Mother. She lives at Glendale, California with Alva. I have old family Bible with names, dates and events, but it does not go back to Great-grandfathers day, but mother can tell me. I will let you know as soon as I hear. I was named for Aunt Ruth Jane (Branson McKown) and I have a daughter Ruth (she is married and lives near me.) I will appreciate any and all information you care to send me, Mable and I thank you a lot for your trouble. I have been hoping to write a story of our entire family some time, but can't seem to get started - maybe this is my inspiration & I can do something on it now. A Miss Branson teaches school here in Encinitas and I shall contact her and find out if she is of our clan. Then I'll let you know. I would like to obtain a Branson history; is it very expensive, and how does one go about buying it? So sorry we did not know of Aunt Ruth's daughter being here, I would love to have seen her. I am 58 years old; have one child; am blonde, 5ft. 3 in. tall and look "very Branson". Thanks for the invitation to stay with you overnight. Come see me. Love, s/ Ruth Lee Derby ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1197 Saxony Road Encinitas, California August 9, 1950 Dear Mable, I am so sorry for this delay in answering your very interesting letter. I thank you for all the data you sent, I shall treasure it all, and will look forward to any & all you can send me. I am so sorry, though, to have to tell you that so far I have not been able to get Great-grandpa's name, that is the name of the father of Andrew Jackson Branson. I thought surely that Mama would know this. It was only this last week that I was able to see her, and she tells me that she never knew the name of Grandpa's father or mother. I was a very small child the last time I saw them, Grandma and Grandpa Branson. They are buried in Pagosa Springs, Colorado, and when they went there they took up a homestead. Do you supose that in the records of that transaction you might trace Grandfather's parents? Perhaps the names are on the application made in regard to this government land. Anyhow, its a thought and I hope it will be worth something to you. I am on the track of a Branson family, (they are on vacation now) but as soon as they return I will visit them and get all the information about the family. I do know that Mrs. McLean (who was a Branson) and her brother, Col. Branson are from somewhere around St. Joseph, Missouri. I'll send you everything as soon as I get it. This lady plays violin in the same orchestra where I play violin. This is a symphony orchestra, made up of citizens of the community around here. We have given some nice concerts. I have been playing with them for four years now. I would love to be able to hear a concert by your Albuquerque Community Orchestra; their conductor is very famous. As you suggested, I will make a running narrative and will send it real soon. I have been ill after the oeration on my shoulder. It has given me a great deal of pain and still does, but I am hoping soon to be able to go to the library in San Diego (about 25 miles south of here) and to see if I can find the article about Lord Branson, of which you spoke. There are no Bransons listed in our phone book, and it seems that the name has never invaded Southern California, at least this far south. But there are five or six Branson names in the San Diego phone book. I will send a card to each of them, and ask if they are part of our clan. Hope I can find something for you. Mable, you and I are about the same size; I weigh 118 lbs, have Branson blue eyes, am 5' 3" tall, blond hair, now darker (but not much gray); I belong to a Federated Women's Club (am Recording Secretary at the moment); was brought up in and still am a member of the Presbyterian Church; play violin in an orchestra, take a great joy in working in my garden & yard; I sew, scrub, cook and can a lot of fruit and vegetables each summer and also freeze fruit and vegetables. I swim, play bridge (but not well), enjoy football & baseball and take a lot of pleasure in working with our high school P.T.A. although I have no child of my own or even a grandchild of high school age, as my grandson is entering his second year of college this fall. He will go to Redlands. He was at Cincinnati University last year but decided that was located entirely too far from home. I would love to have a snapshot of you, Mable and I will try to find one around here that looks something like me for you. I will be waiting very anxiously for a letter from you telling me of all you have found out about the family history. Hope we can have a good visit some day. We go to Taos some times and hope we can make it by next summer, anyway. Good night, Mable, and good luck. s/ Ruth Branson Derby From the Collection of Mable McKown McClellan (Marie Branson King)
Aug 30, 2005 · posted to the surname Branson
Marie Branson-King July 11, 1950 Dear Mable, I was quite surprised but pleased to hear from you and although I'm later than I should be, I am answering to the best of my ability your questions regarding our Great Grandfather Andrew Jackson Branson. As you know I am a nephew of Ruth (Branson) McKown,* my father being Jess A. Branson who lived for years at Taos, New Mexico, where he is buried. As a boy I remember my Grandfather Andrew Jackson Branson with whom I stayed at intervals, but of his father whose name was Andrew I do not remember ever hearing his middle name. However, my oldest son, Frank A. Branson, who is with the Mendoceno Savings Bank as cashier, and just past President of the Chamber of Commerce, had a strange coincidence just short time ago-- the inter city Chamber of Commerce and business men's group get together here in Ukiah, and among them was a man by the name of Branson. Naturally they talked of their families, and this Mr. Branson sent Frank quite a lengthy family history which had an Andrew Jackson Branson, from Tennessee, as one main branch of the family. Frank has written to him, and if and when we have anything further, we will be most happy to forward it on to you. Or if you wish you can reach him at the above bank or by writing to Frank A. Branson at 700 Walnut Ave., Ukiah, California. We have three very fine children; our oldest, Thelma, is Mrs. Verne A. Boulware, has been married 23 years and has a daughter, Betty, age 17 1/2 and who is to be married very soon; then our oldest son, Frank A. Branson, is married 7 years this fall and has a daughter Mary Margaret Branson, 11 months old; our youngest son, Harley Branson has been married 11 years and has three lively boys, the middle one, who is almost 6, is struggling with the effects of polio, the attach of which was slight in a way, but which affected his spine, heart and both legs from the hips down, but these wonderful therapy treatments are snapping him out of it, but of course he can't use his little legs, particularly the right leg and ankle which are worse that the left. But the specialist assures us that in time he will have a complete recovery for both legs, and his heart and spine condition is clearing up fine; the other two boys are Kenneth Branson just 8 years old, and Richard Branson who is 20 months old-- neither of whom were in anyway affected with the polio bug or whatever polio starts from, which the Doctors still say is a mystery to medical man. We think we have the best son-in-law and the sweetest daughter-in-law ever and we love them dearly. So we are very happy in our whole family. We have been married 44 years. Jeff is 66 on the last day of this month (July 31, 1950, while I was 62 on June 1--we aren't young any more and have had a lot of ups and downs in our married life, but we are still one family and all live and enjoy each other so much. Verne, our son-in-law, is with the State Highway Dept., and has been for 22 years. Frank is the cashier at the bank where he as been for 15 years, except for 5 years in the service as a 1st Lieut. in the Engineers. Harley has been a salesman for the Holtz farm implement company until this June when he was made general manager of the whole wholesale and retail company. Jeff has been with the City Street Dept. for 12 years. So I suppose we won't be having any changes for a while at least as to the family being separated because of work transfers. I personally have been on the shelf for nearly two years with a very severe heart attack, a coronary thrombosis, which has left me quite helpless, excess furniture, I think. I can't do any work but can take care of myself now and can go on rides or visit at the family get togethers. If I didn't have the best family in the world, I could never have made it to the present stage, which we are told will never be normal again, but I can with care be able to enjoy my family a little longer. I try very hard to be good, but it does seem so foolish for me not to do anything; but I do pay for it in quick time if I overstep my allotted activities. Write us again. I know I'm the world's worse writer but Jeff positively won't write anyone. I get so angry at him for I know his sisters and folks want to hear from him once in a while, but he still says, "you write and maybe I'll do better by next time". So please don't be offended at me for starting this letter as if I were Jeff. To tell the truth, he was dictating it and I thought he would at least sign it, but he ran out of anything to say, and finally told me to tell you of our family, and that's that. Hoping to get more information relating to the family tree, and if we do, will surely forward it to you at once. Love and best wishes, s/ Jeff & Ina Branson Jeff is the son of Jesse Allen Branson and his first wife Julia Acord From the Collection of Mable McClellan (Marie Branson King)
Aug 30, 2005 · posted to the surname Branson
Marie Branson-King Notes for Christian Lindon Swafford CHRISTIAN LINDON SWAFFORD 1. CHRISTIAN LINDON SWAFFORD was born January 07, 1823 in Randolph County, North Carolina, and died April 28, 1913 in Grant County, Indiana, He married (1) CATHERINE HAMMER January 27, 1842 in Henry County, Indiana, She was born 1822 in North Carolina, and died August 27, 1855, He married (2) SARAH FRANTZ February 17, 1857 in Grant County, Indiana, daughter of MICHAEL FRANTZ and ELIZABETH BARNHART. She was born May 24, 1839 in Roanoke County, Virginia, and died December 19, 1868 in Grant County, Indiana. He married (3) MARGARET G. CAREY March 16,1871, daughter of JOHN CAREY and ELIZA MOON. She was born December 20, 1839 in Highland County, Ohio, and died January 22, 1881 in Grant County, Indiana. He married (4) JULIA ANN GREEN March 23, 1882 in Grant County, Indiana, daughter of William GREEN and ELIZABETH DALYRIMPLE. She was born July 30, 1841 in Ohio, and died November 28, 1902. Notes for CHRISTIAN LINDON SWAFFORD: Christian Lindon and Mary G. were disciplined by Back Creek MM on April 13, 1871 for their civil marriage ceremony outside the church, [Sources: Marriages - Indiana to 1850; Grant County, Indiana, Marriage Records 1831-1882, Book 3, p. 225, Book 4, p. 386, Book 6, p. 582; Swafford/Swofford Families of America, p. 339) In the 1850 Indiana Census, Christian, Catherine, and children Wm. H, Eliza Ellen, and Samantha are shown living in LaGro Township, Wabash County, Indiana. Christian is listed as age 27 and being born in North Carolina. In a neighboring dwelling are living Enoch and Mary Swafford, Christian's parents. In the 1860 Indiana Census, Christian, Sarah, and five children are shown living in Fairmount Township, Grant County. Christian is listed as being 36 years old and a merchant. In the next dwelling are living Sarah's parents, Michael and Elizabeth Frantz, and five of their children. In 1870 Indiana Census, Christian and five children are shown living in Jalapa, Pleasant Township, Grant County. His occupation is listed as farmer. "9-19-1875 Christian received by request-" [Source: Back Creek MM. Encyclopedia of American Quaker Genealogy Vol. VII, p. 139) "SWAFFORD. Christian b 1-7-1823, Margaret G. b 12-20-1839, Marcellus b 2-3-1859, Constantine, b 11-24-1857, Charles b 5-26-1866 m Emma Gessman 1-10-1887, Mary E b 12-11-1867, Milton C b 10-30-1873 d 6-26-1882 Back Cr, Lydia b 3-11-1876" [Source: Back Creek MM, Encyclopedia of American Quaker Genealogy Vol, VII, p. 105] "8-14-1884 Christian discontinued" [Source: Back Creek MM. Encyclopedia of American Quaker Genealogy Vol. VII, p. 139] 1900 Indiana Census indicates Christian, his wife Johanna, and son Clyde are living in Jonesboro, Mill Township, Grant County. The 1910 Indiana Census shows Christian still living in Jonesboro with his son Clyde, daughter-in-law Mary, and grandchildren Elmer and Delight. Christian was listed as an octogenarian living in Mill Township in 1913. [Source: Centennial History of Grant County, Indiana 1812-1912] There was an interesting story that Christian Lindon was approached by two lawyers who lived in Wabash, Indiana, informing him of a huge inheritance, including a castle in Scotland, which they would try to secure for him if he would sign a paper giving them a large percentage of the inheritance. Christian refused to sign the lawyers' proposed agreement. later inquiries made to the Library of Congress appear to confirm that the two attorneys were attempting to lure Christian into a con game. There were other articles about buried treasure in Parade Magazine in 1982 and in the Houston Post in 1983. To date, no strong evidence exists to show any inheritance or treasure is waiting for a member of the Swafford Family to claim. [Source: Swafford/Swofford Families of America, Second Edition, 1999, p. 366-367.] More About CHRISTIAN LINDON SWAFFORD: Burial: Fairmount, Grant County, Indiana - Back Creek Cemetery Notes for MARGARET G. CAREY: Margaret Davidson and daughters Elva and Elizabeth are shown as living in Jonesboro, Mill Township, Grant County in the 1870 Indiana Census. The dwelling next to Margaret was occupied by Charles Carey, and next to Charles was George Swafford. "SWAFFORD Margaret (form Davidson) [Source: Back Creek MM. Encyclopedia of American Quaker Genealogy Vol. VII, p. 139) More About MARGARET G. CAREY: Burial: Fairmount, Grant County, Indiana - Back Creek Cemetery Notes for JULIA ANN GREEN: There has been some confusion as to Christian's fourth wife's name. On 1900 Indiana Census for Jonesboro, Indiana, her name was listed as Johanna. Marriage records for Grant County, Indiana, list her name as Anne Bromage. Other sources list her name as Julia Ann Bromage and Julia Ann Green. Correspondence on March 1999 with Ray Swofford (Arlene King Kusek) said that her name was Julia Ann Green. Julia's first marriage was to Daniel Bromage. A daughter of Julia and Daniel Bromage. Bromage, Sarah, married Michael Frantz Swafford, daughter of Christian and Sarah (Frantz) Swafford. More About JULIA ANN GREEN: Burial: Fairmount, Grant County, IN - Back Creek Cemetery
Dec 08, 2004 · posted to the surname Swafford
Marie Branson-King Source: Genealogical and Personal History of Fayette County, Pennsylvania, Vol I. John Gaddis, second son of William Gaddis (q.v.), was born in Frederick County, near Winchester, Virginia, in 1743, died April 12, 1827. The date of the coming of John Gaddis is given as 1785, but this is the date of his land warrant in North Union Township, and he had been in the county at a date as early as 1780. He settled in North Union Township in 1785, where he purchased about three hundred acres of land with an allowance of six percent for roads. The tract joined that of his brother Robert, giving the locality the name of Gaddistown. His warrant was dated February 7, 1785, and a patent was granted March 30, 1786. He purchased a tract of forty and a half acres adjoining Gaddistown, which he named Oxford, and another of sixteen acres he called Cambridge. Warrants for these were issued March 6, 1794. He was one of the first Justices of the Peace and a member of the Great Bethel Baptist Church of Uniontown; a prominent active worker holding the office of deacon. He survivd his wife, Sarah, twenty-five years, she dying January 7, 1802. Children: 1. Thomas; 2. Jonathan, died 1793; 3. William, removed to the west; 4. Jacob, farmed a part of the old homestead; 5. John of whom further; 6. Mary, married a James Allen and lived in Franklin Township; 7. Anna, died in 1799; 8. Elizabeth, married and lived in Wilmington, Ohio; 9. Priscilla, married Thomas Barton and lived in Menallen Township, where she died during the winter of 1880-81, aged ninety years; 10. Sarah, removed west with her brother William; 11. Ruth, married and lived in Wilmington, Ohio. John (2) Gaddis, son of John and Sarah Gaddis, was born in North Union Township, Fayette County, Pennsylvania, September 5, 1788, died there February 2, 1868. He was a farmer and stock dealer of North Union Township all his active years, and a member of the Bethel Baptist Church. He married (first) Sarah Barton, died in North Union Township, August 9, 1849; (second) Sisson Gaddis, died in Uniontown, October 6, 1882. Children of first wife: 1. Henry W., of whom further; 2. Harvey; 3. Alfred M.; 4. Levi; 5. Harriet, married Ellis Baily; 6. Ruth A, married John D. Smith, resides in San Diego, California; 7. Joseph Barton, resides in Frankfort, Indiana; all others deceased. Children of second wife: 8. Thomas Barton, now of Uniontown Pennsylvania; 9. Eli Cope, resides in San Diego, California; 10. Fannie G. married Lucien Carson, resides in Cadiz, Ohio; 11. Jennie, married Hanson Rutter, resides in Uniontown, Pennsylvania; 12. Ella married John H, Clark, resides in Uniontown, Pennsylvania. Henry W. Gaddis, eldest son of John (2) and Sarah (Barton) Gaddis, was born in North Union Township, Fayette County, Pennsylvania, January 3, 1817, died in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, December 28, 1896. He was educated in the public schools, and devoted his entire business life to farming and stock dealing, owning a good farm in South Union Township. He was also a director of the National Bank of Fayette County. He was a Republican in politics, and a member of the Presbyterian Church. He married Ruth Anna Springer, who died in Uniontown, Pennsylvania, February 5, 1892, aged sixty-two years, daughter of Levi Springer, a farmer of North Union Township, who died February 14, 1862, aged eighty-four years. Her mother was Catherine (Conden) Springer, who first married a Mr. Todd, was also a native of Fayette County, Pennsylvania. The sisters of Mrs. Ruth Anna Gaddis were: Catherine, widow of John Fuller, resides at Perryoplis, Pennsylvania; Priscilla, married D.O. Cunningham, of Pittsburg, and died aged thirty-one years. John O. Todd, issue of first marriage, and a half brother of Mrs. Gaddis, died in 1907, aged eighty-four years. Children of Mr. and Mrs. Gaddis; 1. Levi Springer, of whom further; 2. Sarah Kate, married Colonel Henry E. Robinson, of the United States Army, now residing at No. 28 Charles Street, Uniontown, Pennsylvania. Dr. Levi Springer Gaddis, only son of Henry W. and Ruth Anna (Springer) Gaddis, was born in South Union Township, Fayette County, Pennsylvania, February 2, 1850. He spent his early years at the home farm and attended the public school. He prepared at Madison Academy at Uniontown, Pennsylvania, and entered Washington and Jefferson College of Washington, Pennsylvania, whence he was graduated, class o 1869. Having decided upon a medical profession he entered Jefferson Medical College at Philadelphia, whence he was graduated M.D., class of 1873. He was resident physician at Dixmont Hospital for the Insane for two years, then established in practice at Uniontown, where he still continues. He is highly regarded as a skillful practitioner and commands a most generous patronage. He is vice-president and director of the National Bank of Fayette County, and interested in other Uniontown activities. He is a Republican in politics, and for fourteen years served on the borough school board. He is a member of the Masonic Order, the Royal Arcanum and the Independent Order of Odd Fellows. Included in book "Descendants of Alexander Geddes/Gaddis" by Marie Branson King.
Dec 08, 2004 · posted to the surname Gaddis
Marie Branson-King Notes for William GEDDES/GADDIS http://genforum.genealogy.com/gaddis (Marie Branson King). William Gaddis died in 1773 and was buried on the foothill of his 421 acre farm on Bear Garden Mtn., Hampshire Co. Va., now W Va. Probably the oldest engraved stone in the county. Stories and pics. in the West Va. Advocate. I rec'd some material that states "with the Irish immigration of 1737-1740 came William Gaddis and wife Priscilla Bowen to Apple Pie Ridge. He was a land holder by 1750. William Gaddis signed as a witness in 1748 at the Hopewell Monthly Meetings of the Society of Friends in good standing. Thomas and his brother John became Baptists. Priscilla Bowen's family goes back to 1650 in Wales. The following paragraph is taken from Dr. Wm. Black's "West of the Alleghenies" I believe the copyright was 1892: William Gaddis of Apple Pie Ridge, Winchester, .Virgina was of Irish parentage and had settled in Fredrick County, Virgina in the early 1730's. William married Priscilla, the daughter of Henry BOWEN of Fredrick County in 1735. To William and Priscilla GADDIS were born four sons and one daughter. Thomas, born in 1736, followed by Robert. Henry, John, and Anna. (I also have seen that Thomas was not the oldest among the children in this family of five. SOURCE: Nancy Kluth; Ancestry.com Immigration: 1730 Ireland Will: 11 October 1772 Will probated 9 March 1773. Names his wife Priscilla and son John as executors, but orders that his wife Priscilla divide the estate amoung their children as she wished. William Gaddis is believed to have come from Ireland during the Irish immigration of the 1730's when many thousands of Scotish Irish settled on the banks of the Opequan in Frederick County, Virginia. He is listed on the Frederick County poll July 24, 1758, as having voted for George Washington. His wife, Priscilla Bowen, born 1718, was the daughter of Henry Bowen, Sr., whose will was probated in Hampshire County, Virginia in 1773. William Gaddis died in Hampshire County, Virginia where is will is dated October 11, 1772 and filed for probate March 9, 1773. William Gaddis immigrated from Ireland to Apple Pie Ridge. He was a land holder by 1750 Priscilla Bowen's family goes back to 1650 in Wales. SOURCE: http://www.hampshirecountychamber.com/buildings.shtml Hatch House; Site of oldest known marked grave in county of William Gaddis. A log home c. 1750 built on property deeded to William Gaddis by Lord Fairfax. Restored in 1977. Purchased in 1985 by Perry and Jean Hatch. Smokey Hollow Rd, (Rt. 6) 3 mi. east of Bloomery on Rt. 127 (from Rt. 50 one mi. east of Capon Bridge, Rt. 6 to Smokey Hollow Rd., 16 mi. then 5 mi. to stop sign). SOURCE: Fayette County, Pennsylvania, Genealogical and Personal History Vol I. www.Ancestry.com. This family was founded in Fayette County, Pennsylvania, by Robert, John, Henry and Thomas Gaddis, sons of William Gaddis, who came from Apple Pie Ridge, about the year 1780. William Gaddis was of Irish parentage, and probably came to Frederick County, Virginia with the Irish immigration of 1737-40; at events he was a landowner in 1750, as transfers show. He married Priscilla, daughter of Henry Bowen, who survived him, and after her husbands death joined her children in Fayette County. Children . Thomas born 1736; commonly known as Colonel Gaddis; was a major in the ill fated Crawford Crawford expedition, later settled in Ohio, where he died at the age of ninety-four years, near Cincinnati. He bravely served his country as a soldier, and was in receipt of a pension of $500 annually until his death. His only descendants in Fayette County are the Hopwoods, Moses Hopwood having married the Colonels daughter, Hannah Gaddis. 2. John (q.v.). 3. Robert, of whom further. 4. Henry, married but had no issue. 5. Anna, married Levi Springer. Included in book "Descendants of Alexander Geddes/Gaddis by Marie Branson King.
Dec 08, 2004 · posted to the surname Geddes
Marie Branson-King Compiled by Ruth A Cox, Aug 1998 (Ruth is the daughter of "Bea" (Gaddis) Cox, granddaughter of Wade & Elletta (Swafford) Gaddis.) Wade Graham and Elletta Mae (Swafford) Gaddis This is a short story about one set of my Grandparents - Wade Graham Gaddis and Elletta Mae Swafford. It is a compilation of stories I have heard from my mother, Beatrice (Gaddis) Cox, and my several aunts: Emma, Rowena, Maxine and Marjorie. Unfortunately, Pearl, Alice and Mavis, as well as Mom's two brothers, Wade and Dean, were gone by the time I matured sufficiently to become interested in the subject. Wade was born near Decatur, Illinois., on 18 May 1883 in the home of his parents, Willis and Emma (Graham) Gaddis. He had one older sister named Nellie. Sometime around 1900, they moved to the small community nears Byers, Pratt County, KS. It was here that Wade met and married the woman he would live with for over 55 years -Elletta Mae Swafford. Elletta was born in Jonesboro, IN 10 Oct 1885, the fourth of the 13 children of Marcellus "Lindon" and Anna L (Carey) Swafford. Lindon had brought his family to Pratt County, KS also about 1900. Wade and Elletta were married 17 Oct 1903. They lived with his parents in Hopewell while Wade filed on a 160 acre homestead in Stevens County, KS. During the winter of 1903-4, and with the help of his father, he built a one room cabin on the homestead. In the meantime, their first child "Bea" was born. When Bea was six months old, Wade and Elletta loaded their possessions in a covered wagon, tied a cow on behind, hung a coop of chickens underneath the wagon and moved approximately 150 miles across the plains to the homestead. At first, Wade didn't farm the whole 160 acres. But, he had fields for broom corn, milo maize and cane. Broom corn was his cash crop. The cane was feed for the stock. And, he hauled all the water for the stock and for household use. After living in the cabin for 4 or 5 years, Wade decided to build a dugout. He made it much larger as the family had grown to five by then. Pearl was born in 1906, and Eva in 1908. The dugout was two rooms with only the lower part in the ground. Wade made it so it could eventually be pulled out and placed on the top of the ground like a regular house. It had wooden walls and a wooden floor, which was very unusual for that time. After finishing the dugout, Wade found a rig to dig a water well. He had been hauling water every day except Sunday since they moved to the homestead. After getting the well dug, he built a windmill to provide the power for the pump which brought the water to the surface. There was much joy in the dugout - more water for household use and no more hauling it in barrels every day! Wade then used the rig to dig several wells in Stevens County for other homesteaders. In 1913, Wade moved from the homestead to the Hockett place, which was near Hugoton, in Stevens County. It is speculation as to why he moved, but his family had gotten larger. They had a stillborn baby in 1908, Alice in 1910 and Emma in 1913. And the school was three miles away which was too far for one child to go alone. Bea didn't get to go to school until she was eight. When Pearl was old enough, Wade let them take the buggy to go to school. The Hockett place was a well established farm with a bigger frame house, peach and apple orchards and only a half mile from the school. Four children were born to Wade and Elletta while they lived at the Hockett place. Mavis was born in 1915, Wade, Jr in 1917, Marjorie in 1919 and Wanda in 1921. Wanda died in 1922. About 1922, Wade and Elletta moved again. This time to Haviland, Kiowa County, KS. Bea and Pearl were attending school at the Friends Academy in Haviland, which necessitated their staying in that area and working for board and room while attending school. It should be noted here that both Wade and Elletta were devout Quakers and a Christian education and upbringing for their children was a very top priority. Wade evidently traded the Hockett place for a butcher shop business and a large, well made frame home in Haviland. It was here in Haviland that their last three children were born. Maxine, born in 1923, Dean in 1925, and Rowena in 1926. But, the number of children in the home was beginning to decrease. Bea had married just before they left the Hockett place. Pearl married in 1924. Wade and his family prospered. The butcher business was good, the children were growing and attending the Academy. Alice married in 1931. But, the events of the day were to overcome Wade and Elletta. Wade had borrowed money when the individual to whom he had sold the Hockett place stock and equipment defaulted on payment. The Great Depression of the 1920's hit. Wade couldn't pay the loan because people could no longer patronize his butcher shop. He lost the butcher shop and the big house. They moved into a small frame house there in Haviland and Wade did whatever odd jobs he could find. And, during the early 1930's, Wade suffered from a back problem. He could stand and lie down, but couldn't sit - except in his old car. About 1936, (when Maxine was in the eighth grade) Wade loaded their possessions into a trailer behind his car and, with the three youngest children still at home, drove to the Rio Grande Valley in Texas where Pearl and her husband had settled. (Emma and Mavis had graduated and had jobs outside the home. Wade, Jr had married in 1936 and established his own home.) They stayed in Texas not quite a year. Wade's back got better, but it was difficult to obtain a job with the cheaper Mexican labor in the area. They had left Marjorie working for her board and room in Haviland so she could finish High School. They put their things back in the trailer and returned to Haviland for Marjorie's graduation. In the meantime, the Dust Bowl had devastated Kansas. Bea and her husband, Ira, had moved from Western Kansas to Southwest Colorado because Ira had developed dust pneumonia. Ira had found a farm on Granaut Mesa, just outside Dolores, CO but he was doing a lot of trucking and his boys not yet old enough to work the land. So he offered Wade the use of the land. Once again, Wade loaded the little trailer with their possessions and moved to Colorado in 1937. The car they used to move to Colorado was Emma's, but quite worn out. So Wade refitted the trailer with a tongue to which he could hitch horses. The trailer and a team became their means of going to and from town (about 5 or 6 miles.) Again, events overcame Wade and Elletta. Ira had sold some cows to make the place payment. But he was a week late. The man he was buying the place from took the payment, then foreclosed. Wade and Elletta were evicted. They rented a place in Dolores and Wade again worked at any odd jobs he could find, including janitorial work at the school. At that time, school bus routes were contracted. Wade managed to make a down payment on a bus and about 40 acres of land in the Summit Ridge area. About the same time, he was offered a shoe repair business in Dolores. He would drive the children to school in the morning, repair shoes during the day, then drive the children home in the afternoon. Occasionally, Elletta would go with him when the shop was busy to shine shoes and help in any way she could. The Summit Ridge home is the one the grandchildren remember best. All Wade and Elletta's children came to visit frequently and brought their children along. They played in the canyon where a creek ran year around, slept on pallets on the floor - awakening to Wade coming in from tending the stock singing a hymn and Elletta preparing breakfast. When Wade retired, they bought a house in Mancos, CO, across from the school house. Here they lived out their remaining days enjoying their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren whenever they could come to visit. Wade died 4 May 1960. Elletta died 10 Oct 1974.
Dec 08, 2004 · posted to the surname Gaddis
Marie Branson-King I was 5 when I got my first job, hired to lead a derrick horse putting up hay. The old horse even seemed to know what bin the hay went in. I really thought I was working though; got 50 cents a day. The first day I got paid, I went straight to town and bought a straw hat. Boy!, was I proud of that hat. First day back on the job, the old horse got ahold of it and wouldn't give it back; ruined it. I was so mad at that old horse. I worked there all summer. I'd always come in hungry and the people who you worked for always fed you good. I'd earn money farming in the summer and during the winter months clean chicken houses for 50 cents. Our house burned down 7 December 1938. That was one of the hardest times for our family and it was hard to get started again. I remember that Christmas we didn't even have a tree, but we got up that morning and there were three items out for us. I got a little motorcycle that stood about 3-4 inches high, Orval and Leonard each got a pocket knife. We got by that winter, but we were pretty cramped (living in the dugout garage). All boys worked and all worked like men. The old saying back then was "by the time you're twelve years old, if you can't hold down a man's job, then you're not worth your salt." We had 9 old milk cows we'd have to milk by hand then we'd bring the milk in and separate it, give some to the hogs and calves depending on the age of the cows whether they got whole milk or separated. We'd feed the chickens; didn't matter if you worked or not, you still had chores to do. But any free time we got, we were on those horses, playing cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians. We rode bareback most of the time when we were little, dad was afraid we'd hang in the saddle. When I started school, they put all 3 of us on a horse and that is the way we went to school. That was our bus. I was the youngest of 6 boys, 4 neighbor boys,and my brothers Orval and Leonard. Mom would say, "you have to take Kennie with you if you're going to go play." Sometimes they'd tie me to the barn or lock me in the chicken coop. We had an old 2 wheel buggy, they'd put the reins up on that and tie me in and send me home when they were tired of playing with me. They'd usually get into trouble, but they didn't care as long as they got rid of me. They would let me play if I'd be the stage coach driver and they could come rob me and tie me up. One time they tied me to a tree, that night when they came in to do the chores and eat supper, mom said "where is Kennie?" I was three miles up the road, still tied to the tree. Once when we went over to Howard and Donnie's the boys wanted to do something without me, so they tied me to the bottom of the buggy and sent the horse home. Only the horse wanted a drink so she went to the creek instead of the bridge. The water was about to drown me and I couldn't get loose. Finally she got her fill and took me home. She stood in the corral until mom saw me and came and untied me. Being the youngest wasn't always the easiest. The only place to swim was down at the beaver ponds; we'd go there to swim and of course they didn't want me there so they'd hold me under just long enough for me to say I didn't want to play, then they'd let me go. One time they held me under a little too long. They had to go get Mrs. Carmack to come and revive me. If there was a prank or joke to be pulled, I'm sure they pulled it on me. Nobody was better at it than that bunch of cowboys and farmers. Uncle Elmer and Aunt Rene's place is where I learned to rope. I got an ol buck hose and I'd rope the cow and drag it to the fire; that was back in 1938. I'd always ride beside Aunt Rene. Sometimes I'd get so tired I'd about fall out of my saddle, so they tied me in with a rope so I couldn't fall all the way off. If I fell over the old horse would stop and wait for me to get all straightened out again. Those were the good old days! The first cattle drive I went on I was about 10 years old, up to the upper Piedra, O'Neil Park and gathered cattle and drove them back to Bayfield, then south to Ignacio to an Indian lease on Jack Frost's place. It took anywhere from 5 to 7 days, depending on the weather. There were times I wasn't hardly big enough to pick up my own saddle, but still I did a days work. I'd stand on a rock to saddle my horse, sleep out under the stars. Mrs. McDonald or Minnette would bring us meals then. It wasn't as hard to move the cattle then because there were not as many cars on the road. After we'd get the cows in, it would be time to start binding grain. Someone would come by on a binder and us kids would shock the grain, pick up a bundle under each arm and stand them up like a tree with one on the top. Then the thrashing crew would come by and get them one at a time. It was something to get a horse to stand next to a thrashing machine while it was bumping and making noise. We sure had some run-ins. Back then gas was hard to come by. There were gas rations, sugar rations and all kinds of food rations, except for what we raised. We didn't have a car that would run. Later on dad bought a 1936 Chevy. It had a flat crank shaft and we couldn't get repairs for it. Every thing was used in the war (WWII). Leonard and I soon learned to tear it down ourselves. We'd cut a piece of tin from a tobacco can or coffee can and make a shim bearing. There was one time we were taking our yearly trip to Durango. That was a big deal, because once a year, before school, we got to go to Durango and buy school clothes. We'd start out and we'd take a pan along to drain the oil and a couple of coffee cans and tin snips and we would head for Durango. We'd get about 10 miles down the road and stop and put in our bearing, take off and do it again in Durango. We could just zip that thing on and off there. Every once in awhile we'd get a bearing to tight and we'd have to get a team to pull it to loosen it. That didn't happen much though. We didn't have electricity, just old kerosene lamps. One thing we looked forward to, every Saturday night dad would go get the battery from the car and hook it up to the radio. We'd listen to the Grand Old Opera. That was our Saturday night entertainment when we had spare time. Mom and dad were right there with us, we'd pop popcorn, play cards and games. We were just as happy as if we had good sense. We always seemed to pass the time together; I guess that's why we were so close. In the summer of 1946, I went to work for Silver Spruce Boys Camp, where Colorado Trails is now. Every six weeks they'd have a group of 60 boys come in and it was my job to teach them how to ride and saddle their own horses. At the end of the six weeks I'd take them on a pack trip. Uncle Frank had his horses up there and I'd help change stirrups for all those kids 3 times a day. We'd take the older boys up to Emerald Lakes. Sometimes we'd cook for 26 at a time. It got to be a contest, as I'd flip the pancakes with the skillet and the boys thought that was so good, so we'd make a contest out of it. The boys would flip their pancakes up and they'd land on their heads and everywhere. They finally made me quit doing that; it made such a mess. Every kid at camp that had a birthday, we'd make a cake for them. If we happened to be out on the trail, I'd make one over the fire in the dutch oven. When I got back from the Army, I went to work for JW Tubbs. We lived in a little cabin, the only running water was cold. The floor was rough and Linda was a baby then. She never did learn to crawl, she scooted. She'd go to scoot on her bottom and her diaper would get caught on the wood slivers, so we put her in a pie pan and she could scoot all over the place. As told by Kennie Montgomery
Dec 10, 2004 · posted to the surname Montgomery
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