tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30445841873446014992024-03-16T12:53:08.397-06:00clmrootsHistory of an American Familyclmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.comBlogger293125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-81087806696686137432024-03-06T15:58:00.019-07:002024-03-13T18:28:25.238-06:00Bobby the Bobcat<p style="text-align: left;">Several years ago, I posted a blog story called, <b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2020/11/old-man-taylor-and-bobcat.html" target="_blank">Old Man Taylor and the Bobcat</a></b>. This previous blog <span style="font-family: inherit;">article was about a man my family called "Old Man Taylor" and his pet bobcat. <span style="background-color: white;">Taylor camped in a shack along the banks of the Colorado River outside of Yuma, Arizona in the early 1950s.</span> My grandfather and father would stop and visit with Taylor when they would go fishing at the river. My grandfather took photos of Taylor and his bobcat during his visits to the river. <br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">It appears there was more for me to find about โOld Man Taylor and his Bobcatโ๐ฏโฆ</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #d9ead3;">The Rest of the Story</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">At the time I wrote the article, I wondered if the bobcat had a name. Thanks to a recently found 1954 news article in the Yuma Sun Newspaper, I now know the bobcat's name</span> -- <b>Bobby</b>. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;">Bobby the Bobcat</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCaeba8r1joGwPl6cH7cvrEI0Z77vDIpSEuNR8LiLIxk2CHxLaIeO1oUeLoFvCZ_t8z4_ifQp7ZfEWryIar1gs_uYBycEbBdAFsj-5Eps0nBUDknsLevcy8tW57B27kyf7M3eJDomMIUe_gxWLeDy0d2CGwlQTqkBFqkW7H3L_5BFlfK_rMqWi7p3m7Q/s644/Yuma%20Sun%2020jan54%20c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="416" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCaeba8r1joGwPl6cH7cvrEI0Z77vDIpSEuNR8LiLIxk2CHxLaIeO1oUeLoFvCZ_t8z4_ifQp7ZfEWryIar1gs_uYBycEbBdAFsj-5Eps0nBUDknsLevcy8tW57B27kyf7M3eJDomMIUe_gxWLeDy0d2CGwlQTqkBFqkW7H3L_5BFlfK_rMqWi7p3m7Q/w414-h640/Yuma%20Sun%2020jan54%20c.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yuma Sun newspaper, Yuma, Arizona, 20 Jan 1954</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: medium;">Our Family Photos of Bobby the Bobcat</span></b> </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDQgmaQSJWZUZ7F61C0FlviuTeZzuWgiT1zFsm4XmLCIvoRtXVSsz_ATHvllleWBrAHHOxNu2NVl_XhUoY1BBfxq2wlB30_-hZTe91_cuOsto7Oyxmi_yvtuBAtNl_IaN55VAiMloyX_isZRS3774i_rQY4QFbitwn_0ZmAEBcyP9C1HcTA8t4EgDw00/s902/OldmanTaylor&bobcat%20Cathy%202.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="902" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDQgmaQSJWZUZ7F61C0FlviuTeZzuWgiT1zFsm4XmLCIvoRtXVSsz_ATHvllleWBrAHHOxNu2NVl_XhUoY1BBfxq2wlB30_-hZTe91_cuOsto7Oyxmi_yvtuBAtNl_IaN55VAiMloyX_isZRS3774i_rQY4QFbitwn_0ZmAEBcyP9C1HcTA8t4EgDw00/w400-h200/OldmanTaylor&bobcat%20Cathy%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Taylor holding Cathy, Bobby the Bobcat, Leroy</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3ET0ycn_8_mEqg7ZmamNRwInnzklVmu3tNyuavvjsxnXys7Q3mwqNCVDo0Jdg1RvPeWWMTBBv9r2b4WymcFRQ1Ph7ySuZ5BuYKdF7PwnH_tN0ziD-rc9fif2-qK56gz7_-y3iOoA4MirJ5XXcyfkMFgNWaCRl2H488rGD7MYESjWXedCpqodaSjpsCg/s1262/OldmanTaylors%20bobcat%20color1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1262" data-original-width="996" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3ET0ycn_8_mEqg7ZmamNRwInnzklVmu3tNyuavvjsxnXys7Q3mwqNCVDo0Jdg1RvPeWWMTBBv9r2b4WymcFRQ1Ph7ySuZ5BuYKdF7PwnH_tN0ziD-rc9fif2-qK56gz7_-y3iOoA4MirJ5XXcyfkMFgNWaCRl2H488rGD7MYESjWXedCpqodaSjpsCg/s320/OldmanTaylors%20bobcat%20color1.jpg" width="253" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Bobby looks like he is smiling for the camera<br />(cropped and colorized)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The 1954 newspaper article, which I found at a new newspaper website, also gives the full name of Old Man Taylor -- <b>Jack Taylor</b>. I was able to find a 1967 death record for a Jack Taylor aged 94 who died in Yuma. He had been living in a rest home when he died, but there was no personal information on the death record - no parents, no family, no known occupation, no known place of birth, etc. If โOld Man Taylorโ is the Jack Taylor in the death certificate, he would have been 80 years old when the above photos were taken. I'm not sure the Taylor in the above photos looks 80 years old?? What do you think?? Just like the death record, the obituary does not contain much information. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzdddA0F5h3l2wO6o3DXcUTkKJaAOH_DCb_BY9LFas5zEJePmfLZhq-JdARqea03yvJNXIJlaf0k1RAyo-fRIiccF1nX7rFOxGcX4vd9CtB4Hkf3S0Ypspi7VbFBTYyoi8LOeWhYXDScwYYKiwuvbu1IO-7v8FYA5rqYUbPatDqKDgrOsYkLOCDW5LV0/s181/Capture2.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="181" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzdddA0F5h3l2wO6o3DXcUTkKJaAOH_DCb_BY9LFas5zEJePmfLZhq-JdARqea03yvJNXIJlaf0k1RAyo-fRIiccF1nX7rFOxGcX4vd9CtB4Hkf3S0Ypspi7VbFBTYyoi8LOeWhYXDScwYYKiwuvbu1IO-7v8FYA5rqYUbPatDqKDgrOsYkLOCDW5LV0/s1600/Capture2.JPG" width="181" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yuma Sun newspaper, Yuma, AZ, 14 Aug 1967</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><b>To see more photos and read the original post, go to: </b></div><div><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2020/11/old-man-taylor-and-bobcat.html" target="_blank"><b>Old Man Taylor and his Bobcat</b></a> </div><div><br /></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-38166872975575907242024-02-20T18:58:00.003-07:002024-02-20T21:41:39.482-07:00RootsTech 2024<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"> <b><span style="font-size: large;">RootsTech 2024</span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-iXNJiO10DdL90hdDmV7RBKLpv-lbg4-CNz4msLLqgdWNbVkAOUjXDOZoCOgqeVK7LpoC7DuhmU8enr5SvC3TQ-wcb1yH0OeeCZ-iNuPV3t5suJz3RJoYREZPuXKz-MmmslFzZkVw_mw_fn6oSsv1eP9srY8rQMuSBs-99vpNNPYbrmVnFqEKrofWFEg/s1122/RootsTech%202024.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="1122" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-iXNJiO10DdL90hdDmV7RBKLpv-lbg4-CNz4msLLqgdWNbVkAOUjXDOZoCOgqeVK7LpoC7DuhmU8enr5SvC3TQ-wcb1yH0OeeCZ-iNuPV3t5suJz3RJoYREZPuXKz-MmmslFzZkVw_mw_fn6oSsv1eP9srY8rQMuSBs-99vpNNPYbrmVnFqEKrofWFEg/w400-h223/RootsTech%202024.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">You can choose how to attend - <b>In Person or Online</b>. If you are not able to attend in-person in Salt Lake City, RootsTech is still being offered as a full virtual conference experience. </p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">I have been attending RootsTech since it's inception. After 30+ years of working on my family history, I still learn something new and helpful every time I attend RootsTech. There are over 200 classes taught by industry experts. The list of presenters teaching classes includes top family history experts from around the world covering topics related to genealogy and DNA. </p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">The in-person experience is fun๐ and informative๐ง. I love the connections to other attendees and to industry experts. The large <b>Expo Hall</b> is my favorite place to visit during RootsTech, with all of my favorite genealogy vendors: Ancestry, MyHeritage, FamilySearch, FamilyTreeDNA, GEDmatch, AmericanAncestors, and many more. </p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Keynote speakers are always inspiring. This year is no exception with Kristin Chenoweth, Lynne M Jackson, Henry Cho, Nancy Borowick, Katie James, and more.</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><b>In Person</b> registration is $109 and <b>Online</b> registration is FREE. <br />Click <a href="https://rootstech-slc.familysearch.org/event/937e1fd3-643a-4e3f-9550-e698c82776ea/regProcessStep1?tm=vEZmw0TEqxGjj1rYwdEdznwhLacCUeWEVa5Z71Rqd70&locale=en-US" target="_blank">Here to Register</a> <b>In-Person </b><br />Click <a href="https://www.familysearch.org/en/rootstech/registration/online/pass" target="_blank">Here to Register</a> <b>Online</b></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><b><a href="https://www.familysearch.org/en/rootstech/" target="_blank">RootsTech 2024 </a></b> </p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-16549735032146994872024-02-20T15:58:00.005-07:002024-02-20T18:39:34.925-07:00Relatives at RootsTech 2024<p>A few days ago, I received an email from FamilySearch. According to the email, FamilySearch had found <b>66,245</b> cousins through Relatives at RootsTech 2024. That's ten times more people than the population of the city I live in๐ฒ I thought my 51 first cousins that I personally know were a lot, but 66,245 cousins might be a bit much. I'd hate to plan the next reunion for that many cousins!!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTkZ1OgEYFyyu7vdrjn-X_jqABqzHzOP8bNRir9g5PcHeiE_DsBgNQEzQRO-MJupSRFMYyY5WLDW-cQbtd1M0LSTUh_X6Ry_ndiLS9v6nubFMQ2OL03pmcFHkN0svJXj5-k-gw6ldNXS2odIS3Qgpv79qVV-m_h_byyhcdIAM_eGlCuTdouirKr6FwYU/s713/Relatives%202024.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="638" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTkZ1OgEYFyyu7vdrjn-X_jqABqzHzOP8bNRir9g5PcHeiE_DsBgNQEzQRO-MJupSRFMYyY5WLDW-cQbtd1M0LSTUh_X6Ry_ndiLS9v6nubFMQ2OL03pmcFHkN0svJXj5-k-gw6ldNXS2odIS3Qgpv79qVV-m_h_byyhcdIAM_eGlCuTdouirKr6FwYU/w358-h400/Relatives%202024.JPG" width="358" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Email from FamilySearch</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>When I clicked on the above "<b>See Cousins</b>" link in the email, I was taken to the FamilySearch webpage that stated <b>15,476</b> of my relatives had joined Relatives at RootsTech. Although a much smaller amount, still way too many cousins to plan a reunion for.๐<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZ98fsnO1_nPuFLC1W-XRjFiLVUNtlg1vbaHTyfpgreM2kMlKxdmyWKucCFEdjA-tZ-eIhkXH-dLgNoeg_e1p0rfjkmEnq9QBSI7rZul-FipK4Pz47-OaKsuyXhJG3p_0A3ueD1dhdJnJWsjAbjX8PZe3jNkS-Ah_KUKNRU5up3Ld_g6R-11sYBEQrbQ/s834/Relatives%20who%20joined.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="645" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZ98fsnO1_nPuFLC1W-XRjFiLVUNtlg1vbaHTyfpgreM2kMlKxdmyWKucCFEdjA-tZ-eIhkXH-dLgNoeg_e1p0rfjkmEnq9QBSI7rZul-FipK4Pz47-OaKsuyXhJG3p_0A3ueD1dhdJnJWsjAbjX8PZe3jNkS-Ah_KUKNRU5up3Ld_g6R-11sYBEQrbQ/w309-h400/Relatives%20who%20joined.JPG" width="309" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">After clicking on the "</span><b style="font-family: inherit;">View Relatives</b><span style="font-family: inherit;">" button above, I was taken to the RootsTech Relatives webpage. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gRj93IbEvumqRpmLWtISqPBL3OH2kx7efT5eOC21eCoCc9j9dflqtL1YVkYz1fzTF5qCK-JxLU21Pt_0hXW1bdyvAVa9jx-BJILH1KqoOtUkhm4lxP2yVzSQ6EwR0DrPX-VD7OCq8d6TKEuM57qvyiG8ZYdagToK7ta8_P3nMowcfrKRaoIeEjsDvys/s468/Relatives%20page.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="468" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gRj93IbEvumqRpmLWtISqPBL3OH2kx7efT5eOC21eCoCc9j9dflqtL1YVkYz1fzTF5qCK-JxLU21Pt_0hXW1bdyvAVa9jx-BJILH1KqoOtUkhm4lxP2yVzSQ6EwR0DrPX-VD7OCq8d6TKEuM57qvyiG8ZYdagToK7ta8_P3nMowcfrKRaoIeEjsDvys/w400-h166/Relatives%20page.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />I can view my<b> closest 300</b> (of 15,476 so far) relatives by </span><b style="background-color: white;">Location, Ancestor, or Family Line</b><span style="background-color: white;">. By clicking on </span><b style="background-color: white;">By Ancestor</b><span style="background-color: white;">, a drop down list of all ancestors with matches can be found. By clicking on the name of the ancestor, I can see the matches to that ancestor and their relationship to me.๐</span><br /> </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHf7Poi7LQq4XEbFpZjvlt3A65VmuVb4pUKRxy-gSZH1jdTuOdZsYRK9NkNACHHhtz44bgoqB6BRjWkMdgI9GG4dVMlvQ9xR_h8CKbdP6FcFL70iI-imLA3F_PAX8COx2cfPe_9_z512A59uL_jQZLmhLVkgJzYhGs_At1-__dad6OLl9RruAecM6hEs/s497/Relatives%20at%20RootsTech%201Mar23%20b.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="365" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHf7Poi7LQq4XEbFpZjvlt3A65VmuVb4pUKRxy-gSZH1jdTuOdZsYRK9NkNACHHhtz44bgoqB6BRjWkMdgI9GG4dVMlvQ9xR_h8CKbdP6FcFL70iI-imLA3F_PAX8COx2cfPe_9_z512A59uL_jQZLmhLVkgJzYhGs_At1-__dad6OLl9RruAecM6hEs/w294-h400/Relatives%20at%20RootsTech%201Mar23%20b.JPG" width="294" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">The tab for searching </span><b style="background-color: white;">By Family Line</b><span style="background-color: white;"> has a drop down menu listing parents and grandparents, and how many matches are related to each of those line. My German paternal grandfather has has </span><b style="background-color: white;">only 134</b><span style="background-color: white;"> matches on his lines, whereas my paternal grandmother, with roots going back to Colonial America, has </span><b style="background-color: white;">10,120</b><span style="background-color: white;"> matches on her lines. Last year, I was able to open up a whole branch on my German lines with the help of Relatives at RootsTech. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Relatives at RootsTech 2024</b><span> will only be available until March 31, 2024, then will be turned off until the next RootsTech. Don't miss out on the cousin connections you could make.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span></span></div></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Information about Relatives at RootsTech:</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://www.familysearch.org/en/connect/c808520d-0660-4c10-96b7-7241e6a3acff" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Relatives at RootTech 2024</span></a></b></div></div><div><a href="https://www.familysearch.org/en/rootstech/" target="_blank"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">RootsTech2024 </span></b></a></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-43909478037640040182024-02-16T14:54:00.025-07:002024-02-18T21:24:05.025-07:00Valentine Cards<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><b>Valentine Cards</b></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #202122;">According to </span><span style="color: #202122;">Wikipedia</span><span style="color: #202122;">, Valentine's Day</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">, also called </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">Saint Valentine's Day</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"> is celebrated annually on February 14.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"> It originated as a Christian </span>feast day<span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"> honoring a martyr named</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"> </span>Valentine<span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">, and through later folk traditions it has also become a significant cultural, religious and commercial celebration of </span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>romance</b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"> and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"><b>love</b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"> in many regions of the world.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">Valentine's Day customsโsending greeting cards (known as "valentines"), offering confectionery (mainly chocolates), and presenting flowersโdeveloped in early modern England and spread throughout the </span>English-speaking world<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #202122;"> in the 19th century, and have continued to the present day. <br /><br />Valentine cards can be made by hand or purchased commercially. In recent years, </span></span>e-cards have become popular. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I much prefer the traditional Valentine cards </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: inherit;">and have tried to keep the cards given to me from </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: inherit;">though-out</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: inherit;"> my life. Chocolates don't last long because they get eaten, although I do have an ornate heart-shaped chocolate box ๐ from 1972. And flowers wilt, but I do have roses I dried and saved from past years. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: inherit;">Cards are my one of my favorite parts of Valentine's Day, mainly because they are easy to keep and so fun to look at years later. Below is a collection of some cards given to me by my husband from our 50+ years of marriage.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkl6cJy4Fv2kqsqT62uYhMXbq2bSgSjsloH0Qpf-iBAmQT4suRn6Alli5865CVVQQiZJJkTJXQLXYRNUaOlgzN2_hF6R0eo4SkTKPsQhM3xIeNEqq8UzkhT8bJ-qWGXajxXDbhriFgFvRNaJznHbyb-ODfUkfOQz0vuObIit4MaaOPX_nyu6Kyu94uBug/s609/IMG_5065.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="609" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkl6cJy4Fv2kqsqT62uYhMXbq2bSgSjsloH0Qpf-iBAmQT4suRn6Alli5865CVVQQiZJJkTJXQLXYRNUaOlgzN2_hF6R0eo4SkTKPsQhM3xIeNEqq8UzkhT8bJ-qWGXajxXDbhriFgFvRNaJznHbyb-ODfUkfOQz0vuObIit4MaaOPX_nyu6Kyu94uBug/w400-h293/IMG_5065.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Collection of cards given<br />to me by my husband</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;">Instead of a traditional Valentine card, this year I received a pile of <br />puzzle pieces in a purple envelope?!?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimy903RqSqnEcZ3_ZOtUC0qUbqEqHejU1iN758o6kQkH-h57hWnl3Te3T2PX_-DoTVx3y1af0V7wn8dWAQ22ROpAsdUhTCHI52xZZeVG_Ziv898PWiZelIHgNVUVKuTquh8c6KOEaNwszpM06SCwKPhyphenhyphenAKDYoQWxnSlLwnoVbP4X8EbQpVzn_nGf9-2pg/s516/IMG_5069.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="469" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimy903RqSqnEcZ3_ZOtUC0qUbqEqHejU1iN758o6kQkH-h57hWnl3Te3T2PX_-DoTVx3y1af0V7wn8dWAQ22ROpAsdUhTCHI52xZZeVG_Ziv898PWiZelIHgNVUVKuTquh8c6KOEaNwszpM06SCwKPhyphenhyphenAKDYoQWxnSlLwnoVbP4X8EbQpVzn_nGf9-2pg/s320/IMG_5069.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPT85ECAdwT6mQWKcvowMDOF3_VDb2crbOtGb3Og2xWlmkjivqT-casOv9Hvr1hrqjz856s6dJzqVefKzDQZJWB0_0FcpdL02OJ9iubymrKutCEbbwPyonfGD1h6XwsOPdZQvRQb7sgH-tX2DXIjUIOj6fPhMRO6g-o6BBOP8FUW3MaSaqyiyRJQxNfuA/s475/IMG_5075.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="269" data-original-width="475" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPT85ECAdwT6mQWKcvowMDOF3_VDb2crbOtGb3Og2xWlmkjivqT-casOv9Hvr1hrqjz856s6dJzqVefKzDQZJWB0_0FcpdL02OJ9iubymrKutCEbbwPyonfGD1h6XwsOPdZQvRQb7sgH-tX2DXIjUIOj6fPhMRO6g-o6BBOP8FUW3MaSaqyiyRJQxNfuA/w400-h226/IMG_5075.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After putting the pieces of the puzzle together, a message from my husband was found๐ </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Tqc3gGU0-jNwmCxjeLPD6DU1U8MPB2cULKOCzY41iHj7a5RxSw34Pp-QBFXBvkIUAfx0Umr3Rd20It09ELJ87-V9wUc0H-koF8dXy-sTyOiSMUuyluY5Zx3lYYdYBhyJQ3n44mRVjze8AHuOjIeXUcMRV8TYRRCA0PeAl9vRPKSE538NjnQe_Vjq3JI/s579/IMG_5067.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="401" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Tqc3gGU0-jNwmCxjeLPD6DU1U8MPB2cULKOCzY41iHj7a5RxSw34Pp-QBFXBvkIUAfx0Umr3Rd20It09ELJ87-V9wUc0H-koF8dXy-sTyOiSMUuyluY5Zx3lYYdYBhyJQ3n44mRVjze8AHuOjIeXUcMRV8TYRRCA0PeAl9vRPKSE538NjnQe_Vjq3JI/s320/IMG_5067.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">๐๐๐๐๐๐<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Below are some favorite <span style="color: #a64d79;">Valentines</span> from past years.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Which is your favorite?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPZoODIB43DeSD2u-btqNbBBmm8cD6iiFqobLD_cucKx5gKItCsJ57AfCM6TP356kxZWFt_uhtuv_Ap-9tZTKWCJ5kJEvDt_Zs_MeC1Ln3v3AKYiDT1gjGYLaV2AhcuwiNg0FFgv2gu2fj5RwbkEPguhxEYTbduIgnCTgY2Am2H5_Dwr5vO6hbE2HTBw/s1981/1973%20card.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1981" data-original-width="1353" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPZoODIB43DeSD2u-btqNbBBmm8cD6iiFqobLD_cucKx5gKItCsJ57AfCM6TP356kxZWFt_uhtuv_Ap-9tZTKWCJ5kJEvDt_Zs_MeC1Ln3v3AKYiDT1gjGYLaV2AhcuwiNg0FFgv2gu2fj5RwbkEPguhxEYTbduIgnCTgY2Am2H5_Dwr5vO6hbE2HTBw/s320/1973%20card.jpg" width="219" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Card from 1972</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlI1Ak0Y90r1WqSgiqA7fg1iFmiY3eYRiuulCF6gLt311pMew5rHGXWXJFWBxtr8TCCepuWmfWSJhT6upMiz2odp7f4-MEhLVXUeJeNaUoGvdA3fiwBmGyTha8KC3uVN-mUa0YjffaaEXrrt-eoIyuDGrV1B_B9Eu4kFplz1ICIFgE3jeQTPSjpmz5LqU/s1447/Cute%20Valentine.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1447" data-original-width="1320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlI1Ak0Y90r1WqSgiqA7fg1iFmiY3eYRiuulCF6gLt311pMew5rHGXWXJFWBxtr8TCCepuWmfWSJhT6upMiz2odp7f4-MEhLVXUeJeNaUoGvdA3fiwBmGyTha8KC3uVN-mUa0YjffaaEXrrt-eoIyuDGrV1B_B9Eu4kFplz1ICIFgE3jeQTPSjpmz5LqU/s320/Cute%20Valentine.jpg" width="292" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cute Valentine from the 1950's</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrF2m2TIGD9lm0t8U7eWgEGRr-ty9EcG0HKsUDoQtweurdhTt5QkniCZ-2hLLhaMZeXmoShcM4NBayVV5KIig30ok8JymF5ZoXgVbqw0eswyKOCiDPxC4GkaFe0QFXXSGMb0IgZs4JEGplB1yjIgkQgZy41npQ6y16GKGkTDx2W4pSLnMSFv_g2U2BJHQ/s2472/Valentine%201934%20a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2472" data-original-width="2034" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrF2m2TIGD9lm0t8U7eWgEGRr-ty9EcG0HKsUDoQtweurdhTt5QkniCZ-2hLLhaMZeXmoShcM4NBayVV5KIig30ok8JymF5ZoXgVbqw0eswyKOCiDPxC4GkaFe0QFXXSGMb0IgZs4JEGplB1yjIgkQgZy41npQ6y16GKGkTDx2W4pSLnMSFv_g2U2BJHQ/w329-h400/Valentine%201934%20a.jpg" width="329" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1934 fold-out Valentine<br />From family card collection</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyc4LeHaEylYL-X5ND4EhVfbsorS8WCPTVsNDcjAzvdot74WUsTg-bz6doU5c8Bp65Y7x0eJEN49F8I49hVTvEYEhbFYMORMDLdJImvihAENqnawXvvSNRDDCYzMOyIwQLFQApBQfGNChhwlFrQ7lNcbl4fNUYnioWq-OahVpl5X2yYJXwxBua-NZ5x1M/s2248/Vintage%20Valentines.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1622" data-original-width="2248" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyc4LeHaEylYL-X5ND4EhVfbsorS8WCPTVsNDcjAzvdot74WUsTg-bz6doU5c8Bp65Y7x0eJEN49F8I49hVTvEYEhbFYMORMDLdJImvihAENqnawXvvSNRDDCYzMOyIwQLFQApBQfGNChhwlFrQ7lNcbl4fNUYnioWq-OahVpl5X2yYJXwxBua-NZ5x1M/s320/Vintage%20Valentines.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910's vintage Valentine Cards<br />From family card collection</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-43914064540480896872024-02-14T11:15:00.023-07:002024-02-20T21:48:21.469-07:00Love Stories<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Our Family Love Stories</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">๐๐๐๐๐๐</span><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;">When I think of family love stories, the first ancestral couple that comes to mind are my maternal grandparents, Jess and Mabel Baldwin. But, as I have researched my family lines, I feel that most of my direct line grandparents, great-grandparents, etc. had marriages based on love and friendship.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-size: medium; font-weight: 700;">๐Jess Baldwin and Mabel Leffel๐</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Jesse Baldwin</span><span style="background-color: white;"> and </span><span style="background-color: white;">Mabel Leffel</span><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: 400;"> were married on </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span>Christmas Day 1917 </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: 400;">in Mountain Park, Oklahoma. They stayed married until Jess passed away in 1972 - almost 55 years. Grandpa Jess said it was love at first sight on his part. He first saw grandma standing next to a field with her cousin Della. The sun was shining on her hair and he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: 700;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: 400;">Jess and Mabel loved each other and loved their family. They </span></span><span style="background-color: white;">were the parents of fourteen (14) children and grandparents of 46 (50 including step-grandchildren) and great-grandparents of about 89. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmcb5kY0EQG-zu8CGNOjY16kZ5lLN11UCeVwmvQ5QsQwBrW-nN6wOBk_6Wlnyh92AFzB47y8sSVIpxg2b1TNy_DZ3-B9Q6ZXw9tiekKB7l8fneixrOKEUu04qQNPm9RDnNwp6io-a3VrUS_1mOG9UrQ7CI2Jp1vJLqxIJgBOWGingho70vFvQSfMBTNk/s1911/Baldwin%20Reunion%201967.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1341" data-original-width="1911" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmcb5kY0EQG-zu8CGNOjY16kZ5lLN11UCeVwmvQ5QsQwBrW-nN6wOBk_6Wlnyh92AFzB47y8sSVIpxg2b1TNy_DZ3-B9Q6ZXw9tiekKB7l8fneixrOKEUu04qQNPm9RDnNwp6io-a3VrUS_1mOG9UrQ7CI2Jp1vJLqxIJgBOWGingho70vFvQSfMBTNk/w400-h281/Baldwin%20Reunion%201967.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jess, Mabel, and children 1967<br />50th Wedding Anniversary Celebration<br />Montrose, Colorado</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">๐Charles Wilson and Pearl Hatfield๐</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-weight: 400;">Charles B. Wilson and Pearl Hatfield met at dance in Estell, Oklahoma in 1902. Pearl was sixteen years old and Charles B. was twenty-six years old - ten years older. On December 4, 1902, the local newspaper (Renfrew's Record of Alva, Oklahoma) reported that their marriage license had been issued. </span></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;">They married on Dec 14th, 1902 at the home of Pearl's parents, Martin and Nancy Hatfield.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKV7udDz4D8tKGgXsTiQzeFwr_yvPQxIGXYxRWN7EP8D9jHLvV1S7Z1s-WoUNL_JUp_FL1DbaDqTtWb3AHEb-UCKuEDOgq4vtExVVskEDYSGcMjUz7mjbzRkw2M317zynVJL5mswCaLqa4ZVAMBEAXB90CG2m6QiAJR2VWi-r0NYLU3m8586Unplweiw/s363/Wilson-CB%20marrlic%202.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="322" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKV7udDz4D8tKGgXsTiQzeFwr_yvPQxIGXYxRWN7EP8D9jHLvV1S7Z1s-WoUNL_JUp_FL1DbaDqTtWb3AHEb-UCKuEDOgq4vtExVVskEDYSGcMjUz7mjbzRkw2M317zynVJL5mswCaLqa4ZVAMBEAXB90CG2m6QiAJR2VWi-r0NYLU3m8586Unplweiw/w178-h200/Wilson-CB%20marrlic%202.jpg" width="178" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Marriage License Issued</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span><div style="font-weight: 700; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: 700; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsf-8kq0QZ9OqIIWVQX9UtNE-LGiEWcyg7W3Uvb_QP3gq2CPjYDnOgHPZq4W0sBP3wobCBOucCpYhmfcG2torB4GQsEcEgES6Hr91T4-ivFkPfVz16LOxnBqVh_-eRP7zvVNZKg28e6Pp-OjkC21pNmcfR2NtvZhWATjvMyIdvn-6FOhq3PJdPxN8bo0/s1092/Wilson-WeddingDay1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1092" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsf-8kq0QZ9OqIIWVQX9UtNE-LGiEWcyg7W3Uvb_QP3gq2CPjYDnOgHPZq4W0sBP3wobCBOucCpYhmfcG2torB4GQsEcEgES6Hr91T4-ivFkPfVz16LOxnBqVh_-eRP7zvVNZKg28e6Pp-OjkC21pNmcfR2NtvZhWATjvMyIdvn-6FOhq3PJdPxN8bo0/s320/Wilson-WeddingDay1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Wedding Day <br />B & Pearl sitting in buggy</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: 700; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Charles B. and Pearl Wilson were married for 49 years, until B's death on December 16, 1951. They were the parents of eight children, the two youngest children died while young. During the first ten years of their married life, the Wilsons traveled in a covered wagon around Oklahoma, Arkansas, and New Mexico. In 1915, they finally settled down near the Utah/Colorado border, first near Monticello, Utah then in Bug Point near Dove Creek, Colorado. Eventually they would moved to Cortez, Colorado the last few years of B's life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHWZ8wrmePiDt64mV1mdS97HY07CEncp1AbtAO-3RY0Ir2giYsmXfXL4C6Huva8Ep7n-GDge_dA7lDaTVlKZPTuXreLLqox1arg_3gZhXeDiGfbah30h1qwjQL331KpbtyyRJNdjf7ET714z5d0k4iwFNSr4-3yBHI55OZlfgb3ELT3exOgnvGyanD94/s2012/Charles%20and%20Pearl%20-Colorized.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2012" data-original-width="1502" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHWZ8wrmePiDt64mV1mdS97HY07CEncp1AbtAO-3RY0Ir2giYsmXfXL4C6Huva8Ep7n-GDge_dA7lDaTVlKZPTuXreLLqox1arg_3gZhXeDiGfbah30h1qwjQL331KpbtyyRJNdjf7ET714z5d0k4iwFNSr4-3yBHI55OZlfgb3ELT3exOgnvGyanD94/s320/Charles%20and%20Pearl%20-Colorized.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span>In 1936, Pearl traveled from Colorado to her sister's home in Wyoming to visit their mother who was gravely ill. After Pearl had been gone from home for a several weeks, daughter Maymie who lived near her father Charles, wrote the following in a letter to her sister in Oklahoma. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwOvN2q0DhWGUeohNxQpjXSzor73RQbbCkISf7mT7x0Aio0kjlV10Y2N116xjxCN7IibqRVosA-QufSTJOorPpF2sKCHsler_x2b6i7A-qOCVRd2jNj5On0zfDbQr4hs8JuDOVzLc17s2Q0bKC9UGaJEQ8hLrSK2LzO80lB2qjFuCgi-_dATqhkinToso/s2326/Dad%20misses%20mom%20letter%201936.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1347" data-original-width="2326" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwOvN2q0DhWGUeohNxQpjXSzor73RQbbCkISf7mT7x0Aio0kjlV10Y2N116xjxCN7IibqRVosA-QufSTJOorPpF2sKCHsler_x2b6i7A-qOCVRd2jNj5On0zfDbQr4hs8JuDOVzLc17s2Q0bKC9UGaJEQ8hLrSK2LzO80lB2qjFuCgi-_dATqhkinToso/s320/Dad%20misses%20mom%20letter%201936.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1936 Maymie's Letter Excerpt<br /> "Dad's Lonesome for Mother"</td></tr></tbody></table><span><br /></span></div></span></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="text-align: left;"><span>"Mother is still in Wyoming. Guess she will stay another week. Grandma is still awful bad. Mother will come back on the train or bus. </span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span>Dad sure gets lonesome for Mother. We can't hardly keep him here. Dad sold his old jersey cow and I & him made out an order for Mother a new dress, hose, slippers, purse, gloves, and hat - it is all Navy Blue but the shoes...</span> </i></div></span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="text-align: left;"><span> My we sure miss mother. But look for her next week." </span></div></span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was touched that Great-grandpa Charles loved and missed his wife so much that he sold his jersey cow in order to buy her a gift. With the help of his daughter Maymie, Charles ordered a gift of new clothes so that Pearl's homecoming would be special. Kind of reminds me of the story by O. Henry -- The Gift of the Magi.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>More love stories from the family will be added in the future</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Baldwin Posts:</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none;"><div style="border: medium none;"><div style="border: medium none;"><div style="border: medium none;"><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/07/jess-and-mabel-baldwin-family.html" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;">Mabel & Jess Baldwin Family</span></a></div><div style="border: medium none;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/12/baldwin-family-christmas.html" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;">Baldwin Family Christmas</span></a></div><div style="border: medium none;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/11/jess-mabel-get-married.html" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Married On Christmas Day</a> </span></div><div style="border: medium none;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/11/jess-and-mabel-baldwin-headstone.html" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Mable and Jesse Baldwin</a><b> </b></span></div></div><div style="border: medium none;"><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Wilson Posts:</b> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/08/cupids-court.html" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Cupid's Court</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/bible-page-of-charles-venton-wilson.html" style="background-color: white; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Wilson Bible Record</a><br style="background-color: white;" /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2012/06/buggy-ride.html" style="background-color: white;" target="_blank">Buggy Ride</a><br style="background-color: white;" /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/wilsons-grocery-cortez-colorado.html" style="background-color: white; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Wilson's Grocery</a><br style="background-color: white;" /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/wilson-family-pictures.html" style="background-color: white; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Wilson Family Photos</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div><p></p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-58342172636778380112024-02-14T09:35:00.004-07:002024-02-14T22:54:32.802-07:00From My Father<p> While not a Valentine card, this was given to me by my father as a Valentine token of his love ๐ </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yXK4YoIfIwdGM2KOBkBFFc0ReUarXFSsiyHvAcOdPPR2R6UWGvQGYtxw-0C_neMYN5sgB06HnFo6TWOdl-rMo2RDOxMIkAguaNFyu4HQGiADUdXZuj-HQW-7F_kiu_wW6KbNKwTMA0gqkeVTK9CTAVPe0ba7m7k03dS63DUXXl2Q5lxe3a7xu8TtnlE/s2136/IMG_5048.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2136" data-original-width="2102" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yXK4YoIfIwdGM2KOBkBFFc0ReUarXFSsiyHvAcOdPPR2R6UWGvQGYtxw-0C_neMYN5sgB06HnFo6TWOdl-rMo2RDOxMIkAguaNFyu4HQGiADUdXZuj-HQW-7F_kiu_wW6KbNKwTMA0gqkeVTK9CTAVPe0ba7m7k03dS63DUXXl2Q5lxe3a7xu8TtnlE/w394-h400/IMG_5048.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-12462999125947200772024-01-15T11:08:00.013-07:002024-02-26T12:49:25.424-07:00John Peery Miller<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">John Peery Miller</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Family Historian</span></b></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJOJMUwqcZAlaHhsXakN0E1Y2wYKt4WtGN_t_GF_q9E__R8z0WHF5iYeMsqGqUASx9KDQyyPxT1aDx0EN0S9EAo46m1DucIBciBZZwuKRfpCmP1QPfUN3CJ4Yt2-8dVADsZwD0hyFM86mVC1S-g_dSZ1FEkVHZR8rKQ_QqFGK2-_cZ2BcWdcdkUKzNsY/s1306/Miller-JohnP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1306" data-original-width="868" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJOJMUwqcZAlaHhsXakN0E1Y2wYKt4WtGN_t_GF_q9E__R8z0WHF5iYeMsqGqUASx9KDQyyPxT1aDx0EN0S9EAo46m1DucIBciBZZwuKRfpCmP1QPfUN3CJ4Yt2-8dVADsZwD0hyFM86mVC1S-g_dSZ1FEkVHZR8rKQ_QqFGK2-_cZ2BcWdcdkUKzNsY/s320/Miller-JohnP.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><p>Some of my favorite ancestors are those who were our family's <b>pioneers in family history research</b>. John Peery Miller and his brother Samuel Miller were the first to do genealogical research for our Miller and Leffel families. </p><div>In 1913, John Peery Miller published the following family history booklet:</div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"The Genealogy of the Descendants of Frederick and Mary Elizabeth Peery Miller" complied by their grandson John Peery Miller, Professor of History, Antioch College, Yellow Springs, Ohio in 1913.</span></span></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJCnU04-6lCCEAfEETKTS6uJBVn99IbqqytRPNwgWk-bnoCItxc34VGDI3chFoPRp-iGa7e2uzmbta0lx5Idva31SuVqCFLC_X-5h3gzvX4MfHOQ41Q6YLYaE2PH8ZMHg3Od7IICpWxpurNju60YEC7VX921dl-_t2xPw1UmYg5kufGrxe0SCdujiHxM/s1822/Miller-Frederick%20book.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1822" data-original-width="1198" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJCnU04-6lCCEAfEETKTS6uJBVn99IbqqytRPNwgWk-bnoCItxc34VGDI3chFoPRp-iGa7e2uzmbta0lx5Idva31SuVqCFLC_X-5h3gzvX4MfHOQ41Q6YLYaE2PH8ZMHg3Od7IICpWxpurNju60YEC7VX921dl-_t2xPw1UmYg5kufGrxe0SCdujiHxM/w263-h400/Miller-Frederick%20book.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br /><p>In the Prefatory Notes (page 7), Miller describes his interest in and reason for writing the history of his grandparents, Frederick and Mary E. Peery Miller. J. Peery Miller gives credit to his brother Samuel S. Miller for assistance in furnishing the early family history.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmhcZY8kE-r-dPqNX52xNRwaF6SBnItgH_SKvtEZcqZutXDDpwd5-lSQr7bfiVmDY-V402H5Cr_U2fIiYljGDl4VnIW1slRQ5NG_Zb9j9WzRtTErAzaTysDPIcBTKfFsFI8BBfiYIYTJ9EFFBMIH0VAFia9G6u7hjg_Mb8YfWJzhPELPXj68-PBstpGo/s887/PrefatoryNotes%20-%20Miller%20Book.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="572" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmhcZY8kE-r-dPqNX52xNRwaF6SBnItgH_SKvtEZcqZutXDDpwd5-lSQr7bfiVmDY-V402H5Cr_U2fIiYljGDl4VnIW1slRQ5NG_Zb9j9WzRtTErAzaTysDPIcBTKfFsFI8BBfiYIYTJ9EFFBMIH0VAFia9G6u7hjg_Mb8YfWJzhPELPXj68-PBstpGo/w413-h640/PrefatoryNotes%20-%20Miller%20Book.jpg" width="413" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br />John Peery Miller </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">John Peery Miller descends from Frederick</span><span style="text-align: left;"> and Mary E. Miller's son, John Miller (1798-1863) who married Joanna Smith (1806-1891). John Peery was born 7 May 1847 in Bethel, Clark County, Ohio. He was a veteran of the Civil War. After the war, John entered Antioch College in Ohio. For thirty-three years he was a Professor of History at the Antioch College. John Peery died at the age of 90 years old in Yellow Springs, Ohio. Below is the information of his wife and children he included in his Miller genealogy.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMlFecutS0iZz5sqELCaZmTXlM18XqWbN5PXC1fTmquVVqpH9TVV8PRSFmjG8Z6lzKas5xCA4GmAH4dXJunx3JrekZYPXNXjgrn05e66V1jQBfQnTe1O5__ToeyP1sClllpknA1E933O76Bgb0geCvrYJwDf3C8ThpbviDq1Ra47sxY8nTW1qdFC3FOY/s1388/Miller-JohnP%20family.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1388" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMlFecutS0iZz5sqELCaZmTXlM18XqWbN5PXC1fTmquVVqpH9TVV8PRSFmjG8Z6lzKas5xCA4GmAH4dXJunx3JrekZYPXNXjgrn05e66V1jQBfQnTe1O5__ToeyP1sClllpknA1E933O76Bgb0geCvrYJwDf3C8ThpbviDq1Ra47sxY8nTW1qdFC3FOY/s320/Miller-JohnP%20family.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />J. Peery Miller Obituary</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5tXeO7Aaus9nkKq4VMe1z_mLd-jO4VPUZcmpTljS74MkKmofoDpmqG9vv6E63tbUny9KSope4-FcUOo_1pq92xQx-zAdcWl3G17ViQR-mAOq2sQmnZ5CzzrzWiTW_mFctFwf41nJxpXjjdkJU852ofwuQAPIgE5AgOCghZ9zuyy0oPMtkRX_63vd6Ok/s595/Miller-JP%20obit.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="331" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5tXeO7Aaus9nkKq4VMe1z_mLd-jO4VPUZcmpTljS74MkKmofoDpmqG9vv6E63tbUny9KSope4-FcUOo_1pq92xQx-zAdcWl3G17ViQR-mAOq2sQmnZ5CzzrzWiTW_mFctFwf41nJxpXjjdkJU852ofwuQAPIgE5AgOCghZ9zuyy0oPMtkRX_63vd6Ok/w357-h640/Miller-JP%20obit.JPG" width="357" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Information from the Miller book on the</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Frederick and Mary Elizabeth Peery Miller Family<br /><br /></span></b></div><div>Our family descends through Frederick and Mary Elizabeth Miller's oldest daughter, <b>Mary Miller, who married Anthony Leffel.</b> Their second daughter Elizabeth Miller married James P. Leffel, the brother to Anthony Leffel. John Peery Leffel was a first cousin to our ancestor David Miller Leffel (son of Anthony and Mary Miller Leffel).</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Frederick Miller (1760-1822) and his wife, Mary Elizabeth Peery (1769-1844), were both raised in Cumberland County, Pennsylvania. After their marriage, they migrated to the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia. Their seven children were born in Botetourt County, Virginia, 1789-1811. The family migrated to Clark County, Ohio in 1818. Frederick bought a quarter section, containing forty acres of cleared land, located in Bethel township, six miles west of Springfield.</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Frederick Miller died during the construction of their house in Clarke County in 1822. Frederick and Mary Elizabeth Miller are buried in the Bethel Cemetery, Bethel Township, Clark County, Ohio. </span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white;"><br /></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white;"><b style="font-family: inherit;">Frederick and Elizabeth </b><span style="font-family: inherit;">were the parents of seven (7) children: </span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><ol><li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2010/08/anthony-leffel-and-mary-miller-leffel.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Mary 1789-1850, md Anthony Leffel</a></b> - 10 children,</span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Henry </b>1791-1866, md (1)Charity Vantassel - 2 children, (2)Sarah Beaty - 1 child, </span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Elizabeth</b> 1796-1874, md James P Leffel - 7 children, </span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2019/09/early-clark-county-history-by-joanna.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><b>John 1798-1863, md Joanna Smith</b></a> - 12 children, </span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Daniel</b> 1802-1878, md Elizabeth Neff - 11 children,</span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>David</b> 1805-1867, md Sarah Smith - 10 children, </span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Delilah</b> 1811-1863, md William Gordon - 12 children</span></li></ol></span></div><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Miller Posts:</span></b> <br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/08/frederick-mary-elizabeth-peery-miller.html" target="_blank">Frederick and Mary Elizabeth Peery Miller</a> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/08/miller-homestead.html" target="_blank">Miller Homestead, Clark County, Ohio</a> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><a href=" Frederick and Mary Elizabeth Peery Miller post: Click Here Miller Homestead, Clark County, Ohio: Click Here Bethel Cemetery in Clark County, Ohio: Click Here " target="_blank">Bethel Cemetery in Clark County, Ohio</a> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><b>**Note:</b> A scanned copy of the Miller book in it's entirety is available on </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><a href="https://familysearch.org/search/" style="color: #439921; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">FamilySearch.org</a><b>.</b> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">Click on the <b>Search</b> tab, then </span><a href="https://books.familysearch.org/primo_library/libweb/action/search.do?vid=FHD_PUBLIC" style="background-color: white; color: #439921; font-family: inherit; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><b>Books</b></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">, and then search for Frederick Miller. </span></div><p><b style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br />Other pioneer genealogical researchers in our family:<br /></span></b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2017/03/weiss-family-1600-1983.html" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;" target="_blank">Alta Sherrard Waugh - Weiss Family History</a> <br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/john-martin-hatfield-family-record.html" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;" target="_blank">Charles E Hatfield - Hatfield Family Record </a></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></p></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-47217665331335886172024-01-13T16:41:00.003-07:002024-01-13T19:45:21.902-07:00Most Popular Posts of 2023<p> There were thirty-three family history stories posted during the 2023 year on clmroots. The number one spot of the 2023 posts with the most views was about Joseph West, an early stagecoach driver from Indiana. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaaeI7KzdyJ1CfuJp5ZlP-FS_SW4abBFIKoUtaiOlLVIqOq5X6NMgJXrC-cOsvFnWnpCthGrRmiaP13JTAjsmVyKarBTYWg-8PVxUfposQmPb99MTaivpqt-0RKhlepuaz4T_Twq2XhjirWr6qWbYCGL5bLzUZHET9dlquTEOSLLNaMbAAswSwn-s0FA/s766/Stagecoach%203.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="766" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaaeI7KzdyJ1CfuJp5ZlP-FS_SW4abBFIKoUtaiOlLVIqOq5X6NMgJXrC-cOsvFnWnpCthGrRmiaP13JTAjsmVyKarBTYWg-8PVxUfposQmPb99MTaivpqt-0RKhlepuaz4T_Twq2XhjirWr6qWbYCGL5bLzUZHET9dlquTEOSLLNaMbAAswSwn-s0FA/s320/Stagecoach%203.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>In the list below, the top10 of the 2023 family history posts are shown in order of popularity. </p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/05/stagecoach-driver.html" target="_blank">Stagecoach Driver</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/03/1950s-cowboys.html" target="_blank">1950's Cowboys</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/05/find-grave.html" target="_blank">Find A Grave</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/08/desert-rose.html" target="_blank">Desert Rose</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/07/yuma-county-sheriffs-department-1959.html" target="_blank">Yuma County Sheriff's Dept 1959</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/03/marriage-for-nathan-cole-and-anna-m.html" target="_blank">Marriage for Nathan Cole and Anna M Goble</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/10/dove-creek-colorado.html" target="_blank">Dove Creek, Colorado</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/09/martin-nancy-hatfield-family-record.html" target="_blank">Hatfield Family Record</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/03/james-wilson-in-jail.html" target="_blank">James Wilson in Jail</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/07/yuma-city-police-patrolman.html" target="_blank">Yuma City Policeman</a> </b></li></ol><p></p><p><br />Below are some of the most visited posts during the 2023 year from all the previous years. </p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/07/thomas-box-early-mormon-convert-from.html" target="_blank"><b>Thomas Box - Early Mormon Convert from Texas </b></a></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2012/04/john-sadler-true-texan.html" target="_blank">John Sadler</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/jonathan-lindley-alamo-defender.html" target="_blank">Jonathan Lindley - Alamo Defender</a> </b></li><li><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2019/10/remains-found-in-arizona-mountains.html" target="_blank"><b>Remains Found in Arizona Mountains</b></a></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2010/03/nathan-coles-revolutionary-war-button.html" target="_blank">Nathan Cole's Revolutionary War Button</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/jess-on-horse.html" target="_blank">My Favorite Cowboy</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-witch-in-family.html" target="_blank">A Witch in the Family</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/box-family-massacre-1866.html" target="_blank">Box Family Massacre 1866</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2018/06/finding-family-with-dna.html" target="_blank">Finding Family with DNA</a> </b></li><li><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/07/anthony-chamness-indentured-servant.html" target="_blank">Indentured Servant - Anthony Chamness</a> </b></li></ul><p></p><p><br /><br /></p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-25583736848947268232024-01-05T16:50:00.023-07:002024-01-13T12:07:03.410-07:00St George Temple<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAauvqeBc_TNyjCSd9j2ZsbQ0CIgwN5ZTjFH7HGJEDEOuLlQxb6yRdiCQhHg2NSDFHcRlKQ4ZGRXCNDY2u2XLerzNO9M_XCDm4bI7wP47GVuBxSfTaLDSTwmik3dwAEFDO2gSu8zS-q9xCNIFV1ErwBr3jQIUv3N9iMuc6KKjJBlNI-qaJboa8PbCO2Mk/s1393/StGeorge%20Temple.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1393" data-original-width="934" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAauvqeBc_TNyjCSd9j2ZsbQ0CIgwN5ZTjFH7HGJEDEOuLlQxb6yRdiCQhHg2NSDFHcRlKQ4ZGRXCNDY2u2XLerzNO9M_XCDm4bI7wP47GVuBxSfTaLDSTwmik3dwAEFDO2gSu8zS-q9xCNIFV1ErwBr3jQIUv3N9iMuc6KKjJBlNI-qaJboa8PbCO2Mk/w269-h400/StGeorge%20Temple.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><p>Several months ago I had the opportunity of going through the St George Utah Temple open house. The St George Temple is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints' longest running temple and the first temple completed in Utah in <b>1877</b>. After an extensive renovation of the 146 year old temple, there was an open house for the general public last fall. </p><p>It was an amazing experience to attend the temple open house. Our family has a long ago history with the St George Temple through our 2nd great-granduncle, <b>Thomas Box</b>. As I walked through the temple open house, I felt like I was walking in the footsteps of one of our ancestors. The St George Temple is the oldest building still standing that I have been inside of that one of ancestors had also visited during their lifetime. </p><p>Thomas Box was the brother of our 2nd great-grandfather, Grief Johnson Box. While living in Texas in 1856, Thomas and his wife, Clarkey, joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The next year in 1857, the Thomas Box family migrated to Utah. Thomas and Clarkey Box soon became interested in temple and <b>family history</b> work. In <b>1878</b>, Thomas Box started doing temple work for his deceased relatives in the St George Temple. It is from the early temple records of Thomas Box and Clarkey Carpenter Box that the relationships for many of the Box and Carpenter families has been established. </p><p><b>To read about Thomas and Clarkey Box, <a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/07/thomas-box-early-mormon-convert-from.html" target="_blank"><i>click here</i></a></b>. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTkqymwnr5fdQg3EaZdnt9VakFmWYs28fAq57MK7229ujbSctqsZ8uYr_nI3MATt1P5zGRoPEyzfu8uDTlBPmL1704YQxKyMbEJm0U0s5MUOB6e7o4CfP75xLwQRJjZIT4qEG9OZVDGnyUF0zZDCTgHSEQ7SEWTekHFnzoewXUqv1jNdDlNvlkBzg43zw/s1643/StGeorge%20Temple%201877.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1643" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTkqymwnr5fdQg3EaZdnt9VakFmWYs28fAq57MK7229ujbSctqsZ8uYr_nI3MATt1P5zGRoPEyzfu8uDTlBPmL1704YQxKyMbEJm0U0s5MUOB6e7o4CfP75xLwQRJjZIT4qEG9OZVDGnyUF0zZDCTgHSEQ7SEWTekHFnzoewXUqv1jNdDlNvlkBzg43zw/w400-h293/StGeorge%20Temple%201877.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">St George Temple 1877</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>St George Utah Temple info</b>:</span><div><span style="color: #0000ee;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._George_Utah_Temple" target="_blank">St George Utah Temple Wikipedia</a> </span></div><div><span style="color: #0000ee;"><a href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/topics/family-history/purpose-family-history-work?lang=eng" target="_blank">Temple and Family History Work</a> </span></div><div><span><a href="https://history.churchofjesuschrist.org/content/historic-sites/utah/st-george/five-things-you-should-know-about-the-st-george-utah-temple?lang=eng" target="_blank">Five Things to Know about the St George Utah Temple</a><span style="color: #93c47d;"> </span></span><br /><p><b style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;">BOX Family Posts</span><span style="background-color: white;">:</span><br /></span></b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/07/thomas-box-early-mormon-convert-from.html" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Thomas Box - Early Mormon Convert from Texas</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2019/10/remains-found-in-arizona-mountains.html" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Remains Found in Arizona Mountains</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/03/josephine-married-irishman.html" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Josephine Box Cunningham</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2014/01/william-jefferson-box-alias-william.html" target="_blank">William Jefferson Box Alias William Smith</a> <br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/05/michael-box-of-tippah-county.html" target="_blank">Michael Box of Tippah County, Mississippi</a> </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></p></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-21849963013146168672024-01-01T05:00:00.008-07:002024-02-18T21:00:47.067-07:00A Happy New Year<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #fd0dc5; font-family: trebuchet;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">A Happy New Year</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">From 1909</span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-Nrli1PYEVNKA1HpxBmQsSKVvJb640Akv4S4T2FsOXuCNFbGORnaHqA3v3DVfG9xv9NENxHKomBJgADqAFOFzpLc7mfHASuf_Kx8cIAmofxa_AKwELZudLKLaE-O0kWU9hs0ABGJ_QzfxGacUynbsJKjNWcHmFyLMzED_ARD0ZeaVfbPOS3ePksnAOA/s626/new%20years.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="626" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-Nrli1PYEVNKA1HpxBmQsSKVvJb640Akv4S4T2FsOXuCNFbGORnaHqA3v3DVfG9xv9NENxHKomBJgADqAFOFzpLc7mfHASuf_Kx8cIAmofxa_AKwELZudLKLaE-O0kWU9hs0ABGJ_QzfxGacUynbsJKjNWcHmFyLMzED_ARD0ZeaVfbPOS3ePksnAOA/w400-h255/new%20years.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>This Happy New Year's Post Card was sent from A.H. (Alfred Hatfield) to his sister, Mrs. Ray Smith (Lillie Hatfield) in 1909. The card was embossed so it was difficult to write on and a little difficult to read. The card has a One-Cent Benjamin Franklin postage stamp.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13DoxFJLb2o8ymiuPYVbNbF5xx6ukMiVBWa7p1Krk4YJR2t_zOjO02bugmOGvXduH4kL6i6eCnIxmz3yLrviXnbYNKyWqbbpHXpLGZeLn66G5bpddMc9hAB4MKjRkcScJzbqm3gfavR6_Z01nlxZrK4kFh1vARuNyV9dzUxmPXA3F-JWNzEoRMehl-yE/s630/new%20years%20back.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="630" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13DoxFJLb2o8ymiuPYVbNbF5xx6ukMiVBWa7p1Krk4YJR2t_zOjO02bugmOGvXduH4kL6i6eCnIxmz3yLrviXnbYNKyWqbbpHXpLGZeLn66G5bpddMc9hAB4MKjRkcScJzbqm3gfavR6_Z01nlxZrK4kFh1vARuNyV9dzUxmPXA3F-JWNzEoRMehl-yE/w400-h253/new%20years%20back.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Year's Post Card Back</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b style="background-color: #d9ead3;">Postmarked:</b><br /><i>Dec 22, 1909</i><div><i>Oklahoma</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b style="background-color: #d9ead3;">To:</b><br /><i>Mrs. Ray R. Smith<br />Sidney, Nebr. Box 331</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b style="background-color: #d9ead3;">Transcription:</b></div><div><i>Dear Sister, I will send you this post and wising you a Happy N.Y. and wishing a Merry Xmas as well. I can not write much on this so By By. Ans soon, A.H.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>Sideways on top left</b>:</span></div><div><i>Lillie if you get these cards write and tell me for they are so rough that I can't hardly write on them. Good By.<br /></i><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lillie Hatfield, daughter of Martin and Nancy Hatfield, married Ray Ruggles Smith on June 7th, 1905 in Alva, Woods County, Oklahoma. About 1907, the young couple moved to Sidney, Nebraska and lived there until around 1916-1917. Lillie and her husband Ray were living in Montana in 1918.<br />According to the 1910 US Federal Census, Alfred Hatfield was living at home with his parents in Woodward County, Oklahoma. The Hatfield family moved from Oklahoma to Dove Creek, Colorado by 1916.<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b style="background-color: #d9ead3;">Posts about the Hatfield family:</b></div><div><div style="background-color: white;"><div><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/martin-monroe-hatfield-family.html" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><b>Martin and Nancy Hatfield Family</b></a> </span></div><div><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2012/06/before-and-after-hatfields-ok-homestead.html" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><b>Hatfield's Oklahoma Homestead</b></a> </span></div></div><div style="background-color: white;"><strong style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2017/04/lillie-smith.html" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Lillian Victoria Hatfield</a></strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"> </span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-1371746474193501342023-12-25T13:10:00.008-07:002024-02-18T21:02:57.963-07:00Merrie Merrie Christmas<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"> <b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Merrie Merrie Christmas</i></span></b></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TaffYOb6mLs4aalJBCJd4dg4bF1uFTgSA8C9aUrfQfBYktQn2vxjRcc0aa2W-QPfb3hOLd6NPW7jGpEsdXJU0J-BHC0BPHgvYga33UzksBsJ1b9YUDUK5Pt70Q5-0dFdaI_9qzsKQSBQNdJSCUG2ptpIwBcNhfw_faZZy5OW93FNVeFkySzlxHRa_cY/s630/From%20Grandma%20Hatfield.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="505" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TaffYOb6mLs4aalJBCJd4dg4bF1uFTgSA8C9aUrfQfBYktQn2vxjRcc0aa2W-QPfb3hOLd6NPW7jGpEsdXJU0J-BHC0BPHgvYga33UzksBsJ1b9YUDUK5Pt70Q5-0dFdaI_9qzsKQSBQNdJSCUG2ptpIwBcNhfw_faZZy5OW93FNVeFkySzlxHRa_cY/w321-h400/From%20Grandma%20Hatfield.JPG" width="321" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This <b>Christmas Post Card</b> was from <b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/martin-monroe-hatfield-family.html" target="_blank">Nancy Hatfield (1860-1946)</a></b> to her great-grandson LeRoy Martin. Nancy would have given it to LeRoy in about 1940 or before. She was living in Dove Creek, Colorado at the time and LeRoy was living nearby in Cortez, Colorado. The card is at least 80+ years old. The spelling of Merrie is interesting - I don't think I have seen that spelling used on a Christmas card before. <div><br /></div><div>The only picture I can find with both Grandma Hatfield and LeRoy is the following Wilson Family photo. LeRoy is standing right in the middle between his Great-Grandmother Nancy Hatfield and his Grandmother Pearl Wilson. They are standing just behind the children sitting on the porch. LeRoy is goofing off by poking out his tummy. Grandma Nancy Hatfield is standing to the right of LeRoy wearing a little black cap on her head. </div><div> </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJn9zk5_Y_xb3Fzq5-uXcuEmiNp0aPBqR4ga-NsrLEiI__uW59BLlW7FjMtYaDXcx4_WsXdRbg1zcSWHd-fjB9rHvuvh2OOj-RZA8UV2dH5IIGhWWSMw1dw6W-fVPM_fsDYtFMlK-WHjYQkdVekpHzcE1nZwKv8Cze6ivQ7Rsj0udPfiYLznPAJDZn8Q/s930/scan0165.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="930" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJn9zk5_Y_xb3Fzq5-uXcuEmiNp0aPBqR4ga-NsrLEiI__uW59BLlW7FjMtYaDXcx4_WsXdRbg1zcSWHd-fjB9rHvuvh2OOj-RZA8UV2dH5IIGhWWSMw1dw6W-fVPM_fsDYtFMlK-WHjYQkdVekpHzcE1nZwKv8Cze6ivQ7Rsj0udPfiYLznPAJDZn8Q/w400-h256/scan0165.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wilson Family Gathering</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">The Charles B. Wilson family gathering photo. The date is unknown but was probably taken around 1939-1941. If anyone has an exact date, please leave the date in comments.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Back row from left to right:</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Wilber, John, Inez, Buck, Maymie, Charles B, Pearl Hatfield Wilson, LeRoy goofing off in front, great-grandma Nancy Hatfield standing to the right of LeRoy. Anna, Jenny, & Mary standing in the back and to the far right - Mr. Graffie and Cora Rose Graffie.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /></span><div style="background-color: white; border-color: initial; border-style: none; border-width: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not sure who all the younger children sitting in front belong to.</span></div><div><br /></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-37555823597314984102023-12-25T07:00:00.046-07:002024-01-06T12:40:34.009-07:00Christmas Greetings from 1960<p style="text-align: center;"> <i style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><b>Christmas Greetings</b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNdd6HScPw0esOQ9Pl-cuam7eXMJh_54ZcVtZO7e5eFcj8OBuyhgaY8lp22vzSOP_zKaeW9YK9ApXbvoXkINoGwzD9-yx29692J5mTq4oN4702g39YU-WxuzJSA93FQx5O5ULS_oV25nl1hDF-ws70BQ14WZk2T_gVQKS1EHrpHwteGpPsbwwd5hZELE/s2525/Sleigh%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2525" data-original-width="2258" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNdd6HScPw0esOQ9Pl-cuam7eXMJh_54ZcVtZO7e5eFcj8OBuyhgaY8lp22vzSOP_zKaeW9YK9ApXbvoXkINoGwzD9-yx29692J5mTq4oN4702g39YU-WxuzJSA93FQx5O5ULS_oV25nl1hDF-ws70BQ14WZk2T_gVQKS1EHrpHwteGpPsbwwd5hZELE/w358-h400/Sleigh%201.jpg" width="358" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">This vintage 1960 Christmas Card was from my mom to my dad. The card shows a cute Victorian couple in a one-horse open sleigh. My parents married on December 16, 1950, so 1960 would have been the anniversary of their 10th Christmas together as husband and wife. And, that makes this Christmas card sixty-three years old this year. The card is a folding card which gives it a three dimensional effect when folded out. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The verse inside reads:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; text-align: left;">To My Husband</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>I always love you, Darling,</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Every day throughout the year,</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">But our love seems still more wonderful</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">When Christmas time is here. <br /></span><br /><i>To LeRoy from Verna, 1960</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-91193631207953492842023-12-23T22:37:00.010-07:002024-01-08T15:57:24.499-07:00Stagecoach Christmas Cards<p style="text-align: left;">One of my favorite "Family History Finds" this past year was an obituary for my 2nd great-granduncle, Joseph J. West. The obituary mentioned that Joseph West had been "<i><b>one of the best and most trusted stage drivers in the country</b></i>". To find out more about Joseph West and read his obituary, <a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/05/stagecoach-driver.html" target="_blank"><b>click here</b></a>. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjAQPqI7okrL5M_HCIN8z3VaGqHTGzeGuXCA8TQT1H730qNcroXoRxQNMp5s1sWQPPvgzmJ9aY0BYe2BzIdJCvBVDRDLYArjBf02ixyl-j7ka6BygNAsKi69CA3-suYHCB5zn2V8prGeofS2FoebWx8UjQL9mqaDirSqhODZ2aOJnpv4oSg1T5zpAIYk/s489/West-Joseph%20obit.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjAQPqI7okrL5M_HCIN8z3VaGqHTGzeGuXCA8TQT1H730qNcroXoRxQNMp5s1sWQPPvgzmJ9aY0BYe2BzIdJCvBVDRDLYArjBf02ixyl-j7ka6BygNAsKi69CA3-suYHCB5zn2V8prGeofS2FoebWx8UjQL9mqaDirSqhODZ2aOJnpv4oSg1T5zpAIYk/s320/West-Joseph%20obit.JPG" width="199" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joseph J West Obituary</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Stagecoach Christmas Cards</span></span></b></p><p>While going through some of my "old" Christmas Cards, I found several cards that had stagecoaches <i>instead</i> of sleighs. I love that the cards remind me of our 2nd great-granduncle Joseph West. And, I love the colors and details of each of the cards. The detail of the stagecoach, passengers, and horses is just amazing. The bottom card reminds me of a woodblock Arts and Crafts print. The snow and colors look as if it was applied by hand painting. These cards are probably from the 1910s - 1920s. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimQET22vrUarRRRq22qGLFRaAZY5cwrU4-qMonygjptMzmlCqT85sqXVJhqo5fgQ3E91TBehzZqmOQlSm7IiyOoS53AEx3JGLUqayO7Qv72ZliESaeDkn0Cgrh35aFdFMpXA6RNogdlo2HaaZszcxPuBpAxROQoeJrxbuHgJMcm8ARB9s-p7T-vs-RjS0/s1727/Stagecoach1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1284" data-original-width="1727" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimQET22vrUarRRRq22qGLFRaAZY5cwrU4-qMonygjptMzmlCqT85sqXVJhqo5fgQ3E91TBehzZqmOQlSm7IiyOoS53AEx3JGLUqayO7Qv72ZliESaeDkn0Cgrh35aFdFMpXA6RNogdlo2HaaZszcxPuBpAxROQoeJrxbuHgJMcm8ARB9s-p7T-vs-RjS0/w400-h297/Stagecoach1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcOemAXK_7JIE34e5W9CAu_My5grNi5VPAs5pyMiDjGKAD7DXIivdC5tVdZrk48nx5-XQG0X_gIiKj2B03eOD76ZwHRCI0buPHz5fzATm1Cdt08XI9T1Zwf2iY5MEtG2dbTkAW3xJU8kHFtruxE99S1llbGcUQue-8-YjBm8rNHVp2kLfF1RAMNuuel8/s1612/Stagecoach%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1612" data-original-width="1352" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcOemAXK_7JIE34e5W9CAu_My5grNi5VPAs5pyMiDjGKAD7DXIivdC5tVdZrk48nx5-XQG0X_gIiKj2B03eOD76ZwHRCI0buPHz5fzATm1Cdt08XI9T1Zwf2iY5MEtG2dbTkAW3xJU8kHFtruxE99S1llbGcUQue-8-YjBm8rNHVp2kLfF1RAMNuuel8/w335-h400/Stagecoach%203.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">Related Post:</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/05/stagecoach-driver.html" target="_blank">Stagecoach Driver</a></span></b></div><div><br /></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-92133369705393461792023-12-22T17:02:00.013-07:002024-01-06T18:22:27.512-07:00My Christmas Wishes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7OJy09Pkr7pT-gDhAxvqSqtlRVFzuT2yQZj0TVk9n62blGae0Kta-JPWiNDSXOzjl3j-4L2po7j-rBXwetqYm0hZKv_ibV42ZH3a6aa8dJ_jiWGvuQPIdHDKjgL0gFSn_j3RQgIE7ta1WVkPRHuhSbW0CIt6ddWOe2oyhxb3phlo0rOYzPOsE8p98nk/s600/BestChristmas%20Wishes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="449" data-original-width="600" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7OJy09Pkr7pT-gDhAxvqSqtlRVFzuT2yQZj0TVk9n62blGae0Kta-JPWiNDSXOzjl3j-4L2po7j-rBXwetqYm0hZKv_ibV42ZH3a6aa8dJ_jiWGvuQPIdHDKjgL0gFSn_j3RQgIE7ta1WVkPRHuhSbW0CIt6ddWOe2oyhxb3phlo0rOYzPOsE8p98nk/w400-h299/BestChristmas%20Wishes.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>My Christmas Wishes</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have a Christmas wish list to give to Santa -- It's a <b>Family History Wish List</b>. I've been a good girl so hopefully Santa can deliver.๐ ๐</div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b>DNA</b>๐งฌ from my 8 great-grandparents - I'd would even be thrilled with DNA from my four grandparents!</li><li><b>Maiden names</b> for three of my 3rd great-grandmothers: Martha Ann, Jane, Rebecca.</li><li><b>Restoration of records</b> of the burnt Limestone County, Texas courthouse.</li><li><b>Marriage records </b>for James Wilson and wife Martha, William Baldwin and wife Jane, Michael Box and wife Mary Fulcher, and Samuel Medlin and wife Rebecca.</li><li><b>Restoration</b> of the destroyed 1890 Federal Census</li></ul></div><p><br /></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><div style="font-size: 13.2px;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #990000; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Christmas Posts ๐ ๐ </b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2021/12/merry-christmas.html" target="_blank">Wish List for a Christmas Dinner</a></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/12/baldwin-family-christmas.html" target="_blank">Baldwin Family Christmas</a></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/11/jess-mabel-get-married.html" target="_blank">Married on Christmas Day</a></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/12/texan-santa-claus-uncle-gus-wilson.html" target="_blank">Our Family's Own Official Santa Claus</a></span></div></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-77876229265365388722023-12-22T11:26:00.027-07:002024-02-18T09:38:45.533-07:00One Horse Open Sleigh<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b><i>Dashing through the snow,<br /></i></b><b><i>In a one horse open sleigh.</i></b> </span></div><p></p><p>I've colorized the photo of my paternal grandfather, <b>Elmer Martin</b>, in his <b>one-horse open sleigh</b>. This picture would have been taken about 1913 at Elmer's home in Rock Island, Illinois. Below the photo is a 1913 newspaper article referring to Elmer and his cutter sleigh. The Sam Love mentioned in the newspaper was Elmer's cousin.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkxZjodcds5-vC6u9_Mk42uFKnpHF90ERmKurvwyK74Ijy1-12evipiBkJvnNUiY_jZGvWWBVNTVP3BwW_xquFMJ-rj9f2dSDUK11xXuOj4L5GOfSjQ7g4Wsqh-4gqoDxQ6NbANyis_pUF8HWiHaT6ZGyTzGDRDIIVd4Bzc1lLZW7iz81YUmDwm2NR90/s2860/Elmer%20in%20Sleigh-Repaired-Enhanced-Colorized.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1852" data-original-width="2860" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkxZjodcds5-vC6u9_Mk42uFKnpHF90ERmKurvwyK74Ijy1-12evipiBkJvnNUiY_jZGvWWBVNTVP3BwW_xquFMJ-rj9f2dSDUK11xXuOj4L5GOfSjQ7g4Wsqh-4gqoDxQ6NbANyis_pUF8HWiHaT6ZGyTzGDRDIIVd4Bzc1lLZW7iz81YUmDwm2NR90/w400-h259/Elmer%20in%20Sleigh-Repaired-Enhanced-Colorized.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elmer in his one-horse open sleigh<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSrmsk_e-vPUK3-8dWA47t1kmKLQwcErrljTRa4rticFyXeAe-Ul7Qp0dz2LvhbUHQ40QqxnjTzgr2Hd7SST3KjCuyNnpYkaMNZthT80dCsxe59eTaekF1jv3JcPyQ-80w-8sARsn2r9EkWBj9eMVx35elTQlduXkTrUVShXxxhyTeGgG-X9XPW0uukI/s398/Elmer%20Martin%20-%20Cutter%20Ride.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="398" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSrmsk_e-vPUK3-8dWA47t1kmKLQwcErrljTRa4rticFyXeAe-Ul7Qp0dz2LvhbUHQ40QqxnjTzgr2Hd7SST3KjCuyNnpYkaMNZthT80dCsxe59eTaekF1jv3JcPyQ-80w-8sARsn2r9EkWBj9eMVx35elTQlduXkTrUVShXxxhyTeGgG-X9XPW0uukI/s320/Elmer%20Martin%20-%20Cutter%20Ride.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wonder who their "best girls" were??<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: white;"></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: white;"></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5PhdPgKRNOBI2AFa4ACezTLt7NvfDdBI9A17tj-URjq_c0UwUeD3sN35VnjJZlKpyM1fiBMmuMd1KOKuhA3gWokzN2j3SchvZBDL0tueQEPnqiQ8rACc5jzBIKbfYW_gtw0vTWXmjcXfFhYCXsnLAcCsesoqYob08ErQj_i3-60YUBot4XV3xzi5pAPs/s1597/sleigh%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1141" data-original-width="1597" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5PhdPgKRNOBI2AFa4ACezTLt7NvfDdBI9A17tj-URjq_c0UwUeD3sN35VnjJZlKpyM1fiBMmuMd1KOKuhA3gWokzN2j3SchvZBDL0tueQEPnqiQ8rACc5jzBIKbfYW_gtw0vTWXmjcXfFhYCXsnLAcCsesoqYob08ErQj_i3-60YUBot4XV3xzi5pAPs/w400-h286/sleigh%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Elmer Martin blog posts: </span><br /></b><b><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/maymie-elmer.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Maymie and Elmer</a> <br /></b><b><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/04/elmer-climbed-mount-rainier.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Elmer Climbed Mount Rainier</a> <br /></b><b><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/04/elmer-martins-prize-winning-potatoes.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Elmer Martin's Prize Winning Potatoes</a> <br /></b><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2013/07/shaving-mugs.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Shaving Mugs</a> <br /></b><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/04/martin-family-tree.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Martin Family Tree</a></b></span></p><p><br /></p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-85353194877387224362023-12-21T23:01:00.010-07:002024-01-27T10:09:26.638-07:00Wintery Scene<p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wintery Scene</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Cortez, Colorado</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Thursday, December 21, 1967</span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aJuzxjeI98jvM10yyo04EVKIpTu2SPEaWyzdmpMLSb_r-JEjchXpzjPOVUVNF-4gN82v-laDHcKeYY5PN6tEFlsq3w7SD8fpuqEQSQVuJm-cdUhgCwToi-VeRj1d6YhcdKJ3FERgQcPlK30XC4WLHGERN3_-Z1T0JnwhfCNXpLAteMfvczMQv3npeu8/s2207/1967%20Cortez.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1907" data-original-width="2207" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aJuzxjeI98jvM10yyo04EVKIpTu2SPEaWyzdmpMLSb_r-JEjchXpzjPOVUVNF-4gN82v-laDHcKeYY5PN6tEFlsq3w7SD8fpuqEQSQVuJm-cdUhgCwToi-VeRj1d6YhcdKJ3FERgQcPlK30XC4WLHGERN3_-Z1T0JnwhfCNXpLAteMfvczMQv3npeu8/w400-h346/1967%20Cortez.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">This old newspaper clipping was in my Grandmother Maymie's papers. It was published 56 years ago today - December 21. Not sure if there was a specific reason Maymie clipped the picture from the newspaper, but I can definitely remember that snowy December.โ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ</p><p style="text-align: left;">It was 1967 and my family had just moved back to Cortez, Colorado from sunny Arizona. In Arizona, I was used to driving on nice dry roads. Not long after arriving in Cortez, this storm hit just before Christmas. While trying to stop at a red light on main street, my car slid into the middle of the intersection. The intersection can be seen in the background. Thankfully I did not run into a pedestrian or a vehicle, and thankfully a car did not hit me. </p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-89074897497839732692023-11-30T20:50:00.018-07:002024-03-07T13:42:31.119-07:00Popular Names in the Family<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Given Names in My Family Tree </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">During the Past 200 years</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrKozhiXKooTh56DoQmZTXXs9UtSyuMQhzcuTRQTcE3fIUD3srnmWolegF0jeGhq8cXyEdNyW50MO1ZLmgv287sqeVDKhfqNJGpo2TNBG8peNDS9D-e2LtMuAEP9-qMis0Htag9xGiNVOnyMqWf1k4WbdS7CqvttqNiXblp5qEylLYyj0Er6RzKRFKmk/s1471/Keepsake3%20.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1471" data-original-width="1248" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrKozhiXKooTh56DoQmZTXXs9UtSyuMQhzcuTRQTcE3fIUD3srnmWolegF0jeGhq8cXyEdNyW50MO1ZLmgv287sqeVDKhfqNJGpo2TNBG8peNDS9D-e2LtMuAEP9-qMis0Htag9xGiNVOnyMqWf1k4WbdS7CqvttqNiXblp5qEylLYyj0Er6RzKRFKmk/w339-h400/Keepsake3%20.png" width="339" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">It has been suggested that I create a list of given names belonging to our ancestors. Below is a list of </span><span style="text-align: left;"><b>direct</b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><b> ancestors' given names</b>. Meaning only those ancestors seen on my pedigree chart going back 6-8 generations. </span></div></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Middle names are included in the list because many were known only by their middle name, especially the German ancestors. If several ancestors had the same name, the number next to the name will show how many people had that name.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;">Female Names:</span> <br /></span></b><span style="color: black;">Abigail, Ann/Anna(4), Barbara, Basheba(2), Bettie, Caldona, Catherine, Christina, Dorothea(3), </span>Edna, Emeline,
Elizabeth(4), Frances, Jane(3), Jemima, Judith, Justine(2), Lebitha, Mabel, Margaret,
Maria(3), Martha(2), Mary(6), Maymie, Minnie, Nancy(2), Pearl(2), Phoebe, Rachel, Rebecca, Rhoda,
Roenna/Rowena, Ruth, Sarah(6), Susan/Susanna(4), Theodota, Verna.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;">Male Names:</span> <br /></b>Allen, Andrew, Anthony, Balzar, Benjamin, Cason, Charles(2), David, Edgar, Elmer(2), Francis, George(2), Grief, Harrison,
Henry, Hezekiah, Jacob, James, Jesse(2), John/Johann(7), Johnson, Leroy, Luke, Marion,
Martin(2), Matthew(2), Mathias, Michael(7), Miller, Monroe, Nathan(2), Neal, Phillip(2), Riley, Samuel,
Stephen, William(4).</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></div><p></p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-43161980751441276032023-11-30T17:23:00.007-07:002023-12-01T22:55:52.872-07:00Palindromes<p style="text-align: center;"> <b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Palindromes</span></b></p><p>According to Wikipedia, a palindrome is a word, phrase, number, or sequence of symbols that read the same backwards and forwards. Some examples of word palindromes are madam, civic, racecar, radar, dad, kayak, noon, rotator, etc. In Junior High school, I remember an English teacher giving us a timed test to see how many palindromes we could come up within the time limit.</p><p>One of my favorite surnames on my family tree is a palindrome: <b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Leffel</span></b><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></p><p>Not only is the Leffel surname a palindrome, it is also an <b>uncommon surname</b> - meaning it's easier to find when searching through records and indexes. But it's only easier to find if spelled correctly. I often find Leffel misspelled as Leffle or Loffel. </p><p><b>Leffel</b> is the surname for one of my four grandparents -- my maternal grandmother, Mabel Edna Leffel. Mabel's ancestry goes back to Balzar Leffel, who immigrated to America from Germany in 1750. Balzar Leffel's name on the Ship Passenger List (1750) was Balthasar <b>Loeffel</b>. Balzar's baptismal record from Ludwigshafen, Bayern, Germany, also records his name as Balthasar Loeffel. So it appears that the surname was spelled Loeffel in Germany prior to immigrating to America in 1750. </p><p>The Leffel or Loeffel surname means an occupational maker or seller of spoons. In the middle ages spoons were more commonly carved from wood. </p><p>Once Balzar arrived in America and settled in Pennsylvania, the "o" was omitted from the Loeffel name and his name appeared as "Leffel" in most records such as census, land, and tax records. The name on his will was Balzer Leffel. He signed with an "X", meaning he could not read and write in English. </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRr_yn0yxhDrCR-oWSZFH2if6qiezJWFQIutx-PxQ36ob2iLC4Rkn-YL9-bGoZeq5tXeSbvSNHffqD4BlmeeKyp5_ej59cscQzHC4r3baHHnUJG4TDIWBnr66gOpYLaj44CSP8AGzzxH293oCpd-c2C-8hbrCN57ZN2sBBBdFApJKHYXh678iiElpyf4/s276/Leffel%20name.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="84" data-original-width="276" height="84" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRr_yn0yxhDrCR-oWSZFH2if6qiezJWFQIutx-PxQ36ob2iLC4Rkn-YL9-bGoZeq5tXeSbvSNHffqD4BlmeeKyp5_ej59cscQzHC4r3baHHnUJG4TDIWBnr66gOpYLaj44CSP8AGzzxH293oCpd-c2C-8hbrCN57ZN2sBBBdFApJKHYXh678iiElpyf4/s1600/Leffel%20name.JPG" width="276" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Balzer Leffel signed his Will with an "X"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"> All of Balzar's descendants down to the present time have used the <b>Leffel </b>spelling of the surname. <span style="background-color: white;">Balzar and Sybilla Leffel are </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/leffel-family-tree.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Grandma Mabel Leffel Baldwin's</span></a><b> </b></span><span style="background-color: white;">4th great-grandparents. We descend through their son, John Leffel. Line of descent: </span><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2020/11/balzar-and-sybilla-leffel.html" target="_blank">Balzar and Sybilla Leffel</a> > John Leffel > <a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2010/08/anthony-leffel-and-mary-miller-leffel.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Anthony Leffel</a> > <a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/11/david-miller-leffel.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">David Miller Leffel</a> ><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/charles-e-leffel-caldona-jane-box.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"> Charles Edgar Leffel </a>> <a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/12/mabels-90th-birthday-party.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Mabel Leffel</a>. <br /><br /></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Related Posts: <br /></span></span></b><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2020/11/balzar-and-sybilla-leffel.html" target="_blank">Balzar and Sybilla Leffel</a> <br /></b><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2022/10/german-american-day.html" target="_blank">Happy German-American Day</a> <br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2010/08/anthony-leffel-and-mary-miller-leffel.html" target="_blank">Anthony and Mary Miller Leffel Family</a> <br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/11/david-miller-leffel.html" target="_blank">David Miller Leffel </a> </span></b><p></p><p><br /></p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-1881633304286024122023-10-31T23:01:00.012-06:002023-12-08T00:53:18.263-07:00More Murders <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: georgia;">More Murder in the Family</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>A </b>previous post dated 31 October 2017 listed murders found while researching the family tree. To read, <i><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/10/murder-in-family.html" target="_blank">click here</a></b></i>. Not only has another murder been found in the family, but we also have a murderer within the family.๐ต</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Troy L Putnam</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">US Air Force Veteran</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Troy LaDieu Putnam was murdered 7 June 1963, while working at a Fort Worth gas station. Putnam had been shot three times. His body was found laying in a storeroom. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1Nhb-UY0_Jo_2Y1uMsMbqk5wIDlYhjtJCfboh5mOkh_fHe5KT78J8ZGGZhsch8VJ2AuPf155_NHDfkfQtLYMnZdtGr2OS0mWizTObmRYQyxDssjlV26OP0EpZ6EF0U7mdnHrrvEJBzQwnRPhFIytE_DRxzqyqUY3_1ypYiNRQn1F4NGsD3Xl80wYxmg/s634/Capture.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="225" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1Nhb-UY0_Jo_2Y1uMsMbqk5wIDlYhjtJCfboh5mOkh_fHe5KT78J8ZGGZhsch8VJ2AuPf155_NHDfkfQtLYMnZdtGr2OS0mWizTObmRYQyxDssjlV26OP0EpZ6EF0U7mdnHrrvEJBzQwnRPhFIytE_DRxzqyqUY3_1ypYiNRQn1F4NGsD3Xl80wYxmg/w143-h400/Capture.JPG" width="143" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fort Worth Star Telegram<br />8 June 1963</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><h1 class="h6 mb-0" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2d2d2d; font-weight: 500; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Troy Putnam, born 2 March 1916, was</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> the son of Chelsea L Putnam and Rosa Leffel. Troy joined the Air Force in 1941 and served in the military until about a year before he was killed in 1963. In 1956, while stationed in Libya, his wife Abby joined him. Troy retired from the Air Force with the rank of Master Sergeant. To keep himself busy during his retirement, Troy purchased a service station in Fort Worth. <br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">We are related to Troy Putnam through his mother, Rose Leffel, who was a cousin to our Grandma Mabel Leffel Baldwin.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Houston Holt</span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In </span>1878, Houston Holt was charged with murder in two cases. First was the 1878 murder of a man by the name of Powers for a remark about his horse (Sherman Daily Register). Hous was also charged with a second murder that had occurred years earlier. This was the murder of a man named Beard who has accused Houston Holt's father of being a member of an insurrection party. He was mostly referring to the "Peace Party" or Unionist party that had so many members hanged in the Great Hanging at Gainesville in neighboring Cooke County.</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-size-adjust: auto;">Houston was not charged with killing Beard until after the charges of killing Powers were filed against him. He was found guilty of both murders and sentenced to life-time or a total of 104 years in prison (99 years plus 5). </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-size-adjust: auto;">To read about his murders and his pardon from the Governor of Texas, <b><i><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/05/hous-holts-pardon.html" target="_blank">click here.</a></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; text-size-adjust: auto;">Hous Holt, was married to </span><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2013/12/sarah-ann-west-and-her-husbands.html" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #789e7b; text-decoration: none; text-size-adjust: auto;" target="_blank"><b>Sarah Ann West</b></a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; text-size-adjust: auto;">, daughter of John & Barbara (Harmon) West. John West was the brother to our director ancestor, Susan Evaline West Leffel</span></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; text-size-adjust: auto;">. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Related Posts:<br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/10/murder-in-family.html" target="_blank">Murders in the Family</a> <br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/05/hous-holts-pardon.html" target="_blank">Holt's Pardon</a> </b></span></span></p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-8231547476714230592023-10-31T18:42:00.003-06:002023-11-22T23:41:56.299-07:00Kibbe Murder News<p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: georgia;">Old Gila Murders Recalled</span> </span></b></p><p>Information about the 1910 murder of Fred Kibbe was included in a previous post, <b>Murder In The Family</b>. To read, <a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/10/murder-in-family.html" target="_blank"><b><i>click here</i></b></a>. Fred Kibbe was a 2nd cousin to our great-grandmother, Minnie Peal Hatfield. </p><p>In 1945, the Arizona Republic newspaper posted a full page article recalling the 1910 murders of Fred Kibbe and Alfred Hillpot. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSjtWm7o5qxZPiHs2yaYT1yqQDRih4ars7QtovyL7J-Y8kfM_ZQ0kJqc3TXLksP79xBdQL_whrkO21MBEYt-gIurdnrzdwFWK-LaNSx-L6TqTMMqYgj481X7VwXfAAzTrx2rL12KV4Kw0jMRtC5kObcJCl9mM7euzSq3nO_0QOJrm684glnP8OvWOlO4/s400/Murder%20of%20Kibbe%20and%20Hillpot.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="302" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSjtWm7o5qxZPiHs2yaYT1yqQDRih4ars7QtovyL7J-Y8kfM_ZQ0kJqc3TXLksP79xBdQL_whrkO21MBEYt-gIurdnrzdwFWK-LaNSx-L6TqTMMqYgj481X7VwXfAAzTrx2rL12KV4Kw0jMRtC5kObcJCl9mM7euzSq3nO_0QOJrm684glnP8OvWOlO4/w484-h640/Murder%20of%20Kibbe%20and%20Hillpot.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><br /><p>Transcription of above:</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Sunday Morning, October 21. 1945, By Ben Avery. </p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">HANGING in a dark, dusty corner of the Gila County Jail, back under the stairs to the second-floor cells, are two hangman's knots one tagged "Goodwin," the other "Stewart." . For more than 30 years they have been hanging there forgotten by all but a few old-timers who also remember a brutal murder and one of the strangest trials in Arizona history <span style="font-size: 1rem;">and one or two who remember a story about a rose. Before the story ended four men died, two were murdered and two hanged, but each of the men who climbed the gallows paid with his life for the murder of a man he did not kill. The rose entered the case too late to have much bearing on It. Maybe it had no place in the strange events at all, but two of the leading characters thought it did. One was the defense attorney, great-hearted Tom Flannigan, now a guest in the Arizona Pioneers Home, who mounted the gallows beside his client to pin the rose on his shirt.</span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">The other was Walter Judd Scott, product of the old New York Sun school of journalists. But even a rose could not soften the crime committed by Goodwin and Stewart. <span style="font-size: 1rem;"> </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">IT HAPPENED September 14, 1910, at the old stage station of Montano, where the road from Globe to Fort Apache crosses Black river. Goodwin and Stewart, formerly stationed at Fort Apache with the Fifth Cavalry, had returned to Arizona a few months before from Wyoming where they were discharged from the army. They were staked to the stage station for a chicken and hog ranch by J. W. Tuttle,</span><span style="font-size: 1rem;"> cattleman and operator of the Globe-Fort Apache stage line. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">The victims were Fred Kibbe, 26 years old, a recent arrival from the East who married into a well-to-do Globe family and had entered the grocery business, and his hunting partner, Alfred Hillpot, who owned a Globe cigar store. They were invited by Goodwin and Stewart to stay with them while on a hunting trip, and arrived from Globe that evening. About 8:30 p.m. </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">near-by campers heard three shots, but paid no attention to them because Stewart and Goodwin were always shooting at something. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">The next morning Ed Johnson, government teamster from Fort Apache, stopped on his way to Globe. Receiving no answer to his knocking, Johnson opened the door to the old stage station. Sitting at the table was Kibbe, shot through the head; lying on the floor was Hillpot, who had put up a fight but was clubbed, shot and had his throat cut. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">JOHNSON pushed his team into Rice and telephoned, Sheriff Henry Thompson, who took two deputies and went to the scene to organize a posse of Indian trailers. </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">The manhunt that followed was one of the greatest in the state's history. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">Stewart and Goodwin had taken all of the murdered men's belongings, including their horses, and headed north. Five days passed days of dogged trailing over some of the wildest country in Arizona. Then Sheriff Thompson found the horses the murderers had stolen, spent and abandoned 20 miles east of Holbrook. Then chance entered the chase on the side of the law.</span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">When the manhunt started Sheriff Thompson sent word to other law enforcement officers to be on the lookout for the two ex-soldiers. Sheriff Joe F. Woods of Holbrook was away, but the message was received by Deputy W. B. Cross, who doubled as town barber.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Cross could not leave to join the chase because he had 14 prisoners in the county jail and no one to guard them. However, barbers have a way with them. That very afternoon John Pearce, a cowboy, rode into town and dropped into the barber shop for a shave. </p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">"What's the news?" he asked Cross as he leaned back in the chair. "Not much," Bill replied, "only we've got a hell of a manhunt going on." As his <span style="font-size: 1rem;">shaving progressed, he filled in the story. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">SUDDENLY, Pearce reared up in the chair, "Say," he said, "this afternoon I was riding along half asleep. Pretty soon I noticed my pony was following a human track. There were two of them. One </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">was dragging his toes, so I knew he was mighty tired. They were heading straight for Adamana. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">Bill, now janitor at the Navajo county courthouse in Holbrook, quit barbering right there. He ran across the street to the depot and called Adamana, telling the telegraph operator there to send someone after Sheriff Thompson.</span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">(Photo of </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">William Stewart, left, and John B. </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">Goodwin)</span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">KILLERS: Pictured shortly after, their capture on the steps of the Gila county courthouse are the killers, William Stewart, left, and John B. </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">Goodwin, alias James H. Steele. Goodwin, during his trials, was nicknamed "The Tifier." </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Accounts of the actual capture differ. Bill says the <span style="font-size: 1rem;">sheriff and his posse waited in the Adamana station until the two hunted men approached about 9 o'clock that night, then, warned by the growl of a bulldog on the platform outside, Thompson stepped out and surprised them. The other is that Thompson and his men waited in the shadow of the Adamana water tank where they knew the men would go for a drink. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">Sheriff Thompson started back with his prisoners the next day1 by train. In Flagstaff he learned the people of Globe were up in arms and that a lynching party was being rounded up. </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">He stopped off in Phoenix and everyone expected him to continue his trip by train. However, he slipped out of town the afternoon of September 25. by automobile and landed his men in the Gila County Jail early next morning. It was well he did for a crowd of about 500 townsmen had been meeting every train. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">THE BITTEREST legal battle in a murder case the state ever has witnessed was not long delayed. </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">The two were indicted by a territorial district court jury October 3, pleaded not guilty November 17, and were granted separate trials. These trials were for the murder of young Kibbe. Goodwin's started November 29. The jury found him guilty December 2, fixing the penalty at life imprisonment, and sentencing was set for December 10. Stewart's trial started December 3 and the same verdict was returned December 6. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">District Judge Ernest W. </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">Lewis sentenced both men the same day. Mr. Flannigan defended both in this trial and W. G. Shute, now a Phoenix attorney, was district attorney and prosecutor.</span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">The case probably would have ended there, but for an old-time Globe lawyer, known as Judge Sniffen who had a penchant for argument when in his cups. He argued the pros and cons of the case with Mr. Flannigan, also with the editor of the Arizona Record, insisting the district court lacked jurisdiction to try the murderers because the crime was committed on the Indian reservation by white persons. He insisted they could be freed from prison by habeas corpus on this technicality. Finally Al Cohen, editor of the Record, wrote a series of articles, based on Judge Sniffen's arguments. <span style="font-size: 1rem;">These articles came to the attention, of Mr. Shute, district attorney, who called the matter to the attention of his chief, District Attorney Joseph E. Morrison. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">MORRISON had the men indicted by a federal grand jury and they were taken back to Globe to stand trial again before the same judge, only this time sitting as federal judge.</span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Flannigan again defended Goodwin, but Stewart was represented by Fred Jacobs, later a U. S. district judge, now retired. </p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Goodwin was tried first, this time for the murder of young Hillpot, and received the death penalty. Then Stewart was tried for the murder of Hillpot and received a life sentence in the Atlanta, Ga., federal penitentiary.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Again the case might have rested there, but Flannigan fought bitterly for his client, who ironically received the death penalty for killing a man all of the evidence disclosed actually was murdered by his accomplice, Stewart. The district attorney, Mr. Morrison, motivated by much the same feeling, also would not give up easily. Flannigan appealed Goodwin's conviction to the Arizona Supreme Court, but while the appeal was pending Arizona became a state and the appeal was transferred to the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals in San Francisco. The conviction was upheld October 28, 1912.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Meanwhile, Mr. Morrison had Stewart brought back from Atlanta to be tried for the murder ot young Kibbe in U. S. District Court in Phoenix and he was convicted and also given a death sentence. Thus, Stewart was to be hanged for a murder committed by Goodwin while Goodwin was to pay the supreme penalty for a murder committed by Stewart.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">There was no doubt about this strange turn of events for it was proven in the trials that Goodwin stood in front of Kibbe and shot him through the head with a revolver, while Stewart stood in the kitchen door of the log stage station and fired several shots<span style="font-size: 1rem;">at Hillpot, wounding him, then clubbed him over the head with the rifle, breaking the stock. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">The evidence showed the men went out and caught their victims' horses and came back to th cabin to rob them, and that Stewart then cut Hillpot's throat to make sure he was dead. </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">(Photo of Flannigan)</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">DEFENDER: Thomas Flannigan, widely known pioneer Arizona attorney, who defended Goodwin to the last, even obtaining a presidential stay of execution in his effort to save him from the gallows.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">FLANNIGAN never gave up his fight to get Goodwin off despite the fact Stewart had tried, in every trial to place the blame for the murders on his partner. The execution was set for March 14, 1913, but Mr.</span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Flannigan was successful at the last minute in obtaining a 60-day stay' from President Wilson. The telegram notifying the U. S. marshal the stay had been granted arrived only a few minutes before Goodwin was scheduled to die. When the 60 days were up, May 13, 1913, Goodwin was brought from his cell in the county jail at Tucson, where he was transferred from the state prison during the course of his long wait and hanged in the courtyard behind the Gila County Jail.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">It was on the scaffold the rose entered the thread of Goodwin's life to soften the hearts of two of the principal characters. </p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">A fearless sort with a steady eye, Goodwin stacked up as more of a man than his shifty-eyed partner, Stewart.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">His last request to Flannigan was for a pair of oxford shoes, a silk shirt, a black tie and a rose to pin on his shirt. "Pin it on so it won't fall off," he asked, "and bury me with it on." He asked Flannigan and Joe Dillon, deputy marshal, to walk up the 13 steps of the gallows with him, then took them two at a time. Standing on the trapdoor he cursed a townsman employed to cut him down, who was standing on the platform with a knife in his hand. "I'm going to put the Indian sign on you, so you'll choke to death, too," he told the owner of the knife.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">HE DIED at 10:42 a. m. and the man who cut the Tope collapsed as he reached the foot of the steps, and was visibly shaken when he recovered. He lived to a ripe old age, dying only a few years ago of cancer of the throat. Goodwin's body was placed on display that afternoon and hundreds viewed it.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">It was buried at sundown, the rose, still pinned on his silk shirt, the only flower at his funeral. Stewart was hanged in the same place about a year later. Both went to their deaths without confessing.</p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Goodwin failed to even testify at his trials. The reason for this was explained by Flannigan, who defended Goodwin, a man of some culture who claimed to have trawled all over the world and to have worked once as a newspaperman. "Goodwin told me that Stewart had a dog that bit Hillpot on the leg, starting a melee which resulted in the double slaying," Flannigan said. "I am free to say that I believed this story, but the fact that they carried away the boys <span style="font-size: 1rem;">money, guns and ammunition and also attempted to set fire to the cabin, as their attorney, convinced me it would be perilous to put them on the witness stand." </span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); color: #2d2d2d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">IT WAS Walter Judd Scott's editorial in the Arizona Record the day of Goodwin's execution that expressed the feelings of this pair: "For every little boy there is always some little girl with golden hair or braids brown. </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">. . And while it is no excuse for all the things that happened maybe she never gave this little boy a rose . .</span><span style="font-size: 1rem;"> . </span><span style="font-size: 1rem;">And he on his part maybe he never did really stop to look for the beautiful and the grand . . . Still if on the fateful night some good angel had only given him a rose .</span><span style="font-size: 1rem;"> . .โ</span></p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-19431544682873550562023-10-01T15:39:00.027-06:002023-12-14T18:36:36.941-07:00Dove Creek, Colorado<p style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBsGEEgg5zXsKftva3FKi3isgxehmki4UjfumoHrLdV27VUECa0IhlvVsRBoXrlxx5loph3GAQqsnJ2uj9Jt7-PDcaQ-8Zz4VVfSoQUcJI32nsjLnhiwIQx5JS-0kE-SSAu9zNsbWiu04Dx0iOQ0kCjca3AigZsGUASCqcskLYGxJm2mW1iZxrzd6c_08/s247/Capture.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="37" data-original-width="247" height="48" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBsGEEgg5zXsKftva3FKi3isgxehmki4UjfumoHrLdV27VUECa0IhlvVsRBoXrlxx5loph3GAQqsnJ2uj9Jt7-PDcaQ-8Zz4VVfSoQUcJI32nsjLnhiwIQx5JS-0kE-SSAu9zNsbWiu04Dx0iOQ0kCjca3AigZsGUASCqcskLYGxJm2mW1iZxrzd6c_08/w320-h48/Capture.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><b>Dove Creek</b> was always just a place to drive through - going back and forth between Colorado and Utah. And, as we drove through Dove Creek the speed limit needed to be strictly observed or else we would most likely get a ticket. And sometimes when driving through Dove Creek, we would stop to buy a bag of pinto beans. Dove Creek is known as the </span><b style="text-align: left;">Pinto Bean Capital of the World</b><span style="text-align: left;">. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;">It was not until I started working on family history that I realized <b>our family had a long history with Dove Creek</b>. Ancestors from both my paternal and maternal lines were early settlers in Dove Creek.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Martin and Nancy Hatfield <br />1916</span></b></p><p>Our first ancestors to move into the Dove Creek area were my paternal 2nd Great-Grandparents - <b>Martin Monroe Hatfield and his wife, Nancy</b>. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2OVsqzGyaMa7ErC2zgW8TJfx93O8ZMiiYVz4dxwQ6MU6q6k6-mrto5Ld7DPslT7xSkm2kRgfg38jgaAlNd3ZzZ5zHLaA6UIjR373bgLplBe0pWOPPWSykXFlCNr4hxgOJARctbjaHEReNKRuUOC33O2OsI17KY_2P0tEzrSvj0AuW0sZdl35HVGxp6UE/s1163/DoveCreek%20Cemetery.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="1163" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2OVsqzGyaMa7ErC2zgW8TJfx93O8ZMiiYVz4dxwQ6MU6q6k6-mrto5Ld7DPslT7xSkm2kRgfg38jgaAlNd3ZzZ5zHLaA6UIjR373bgLplBe0pWOPPWSykXFlCNr4hxgOJARctbjaHEReNKRuUOC33O2OsI17KY_2P0tEzrSvj0AuW0sZdl35HVGxp6UE/w400-h271/DoveCreek%20Cemetery.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from cemetery towards Hatfield's land</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Martin and Nancy moved to Dove Creek from Oklahoma in <b>1916</b>. Just two years later in 1918, Martin died at his home in Dove Creek. According to Martin's obituary, "<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>A plot of ground was selected on his farm for a cemetery</b>" and he became the <b>first person buried in the new Dove Creek Cemetery</b>. </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YB8bNYfGY4UaTyWdYaKN_WtqQyW9xhy2GBkrXgolzW-DevVZN_b4XpDImHUYF0ImFvxlCDy3jJGPCKiRZhXwGe0Z7UkvXFzlbSGjREoH4c0rn_I8ns46ZgvcEAK083w-C-bBxz_5-xP_KS0Oyq4lYAQAt5m3rr20fizmL4bubvpdFyfjL7DXaLIdFus/s1497/Hatfield-MM%201.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="1497" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YB8bNYfGY4UaTyWdYaKN_WtqQyW9xhy2GBkrXgolzW-DevVZN_b4XpDImHUYF0ImFvxlCDy3jJGPCKiRZhXwGe0Z7UkvXFzlbSGjREoH4c0rn_I8ns46ZgvcEAK083w-C-bBxz_5-xP_KS0Oyq4lYAQAt5m3rr20fizmL4bubvpdFyfjL7DXaLIdFus/s320/Hatfield-MM%201.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13.2px;">The plaque attached to the headstone reads:</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13.2px;">Martin M. Hatfield</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13.2px;">1857-1918</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13.2px;">First Grave in Cemetery</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagCAFcuSSYCKKB8hUlLLZ1CiPFU0cZD-RHX_NcMdRmXlhLyYhQkmq01pRsOxFCOx5Olp1E54r5ZCOIW2tE57ls2svuPDVS5LSN1FH0VL7Y3nRledlxAqAQL3WNApyDMT6j1MbCdBjbzEJogOWgJOINOudO3IoHtvqTgRh5k4Y7x728jspxeyhkqSLcK8/s1304/Martin&Nancy%20-Colorized.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1304" data-original-width="899" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagCAFcuSSYCKKB8hUlLLZ1CiPFU0cZD-RHX_NcMdRmXlhLyYhQkmq01pRsOxFCOx5Olp1E54r5ZCOIW2tE57ls2svuPDVS5LSN1FH0VL7Y3nRledlxAqAQL3WNApyDMT6j1MbCdBjbzEJogOWgJOINOudO3IoHtvqTgRh5k4Y7x728jspxeyhkqSLcK8/s320/Martin&Nancy%20-Colorized.jpg" width="221" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martin M. and Nancy Hatfield</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /><b>Obituary for <a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/martin-monroe-hatfield-family.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;">Martin Monroe Hatfield</a></b>:</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">The funeral services of Martin M. Hatfield, who died suddenly at Dove Creek Friday, were held at the Dove Creek school house Tuesday afternoon and were conducted by Rev. C. L. Flanders of the Dolores Baptist church. Music was furnished by a mixed quartet composed of O. J. Shultz, wife and daughter and Mr. McConnell. A large concourse of people were present to bear testimony of the esteem in which the deceased was held. <b>His remains were laid to rest in the new cemetery at Dove Creek.</b><br />Martin Monroe Hatfield was born in Boone County, Iowa, April 18, 1857 and died at his home in Dove Creek, Colorado, May 31, 1918, at the age of 61 years, 1 month and 13 days. In early manhood he became a Christian and united with the Baptist Church and proved himself a good true Christian man. At the time of his death, he was <b>superintendent of the Dove Creek Sunday School</b>.<br />On New Year's Day, 1879, he was married to Nancy Abbagel McNeil at Smith County, Kansas. He leaves a wife, nine children, twelve grandchildren, three brothers and a host of friends to mourn his departure.<br />The deceased was a<b> member of the Farmers Union of Dove Creek</b>, which organization took charge of the burial. He took an active interest in all the affairs of the community that were for the benefit and uplift of the same.<br />The day before his death, he was at the farmer's meeting at Cahone and in the morning of his death ate a hearty breakfast and went about the place doing his usual chores. About the middle of the forenoon he was stricken with neuralgia of the heart and passed away before medical aid could reach him.<br />He was conscious to the last and realized his time had come and he gave directions to his loved ones as to his burial and their remaining together in this new country.<br /><b>A plot of ground was selected on his farm for a cemetery and he was laid to rest amid the scenes of his hearts greatest desire while in this life.</b><br />Mr. Hatfield has been three times a pioneer. His first being in Kansas, then Oklahoma, and two years ago he came to Colorado. He loved the pioneer life and it is fitting that <b>he should become the pioneer in the new "City of the Dead" at Dove Creek. </b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Descendants of Martin and Nancy Hatfield through their son Charlie Hatfield still live in the Dove Creek area. To see a 1924 photo of the Charlie Hatfield family standing on the front porch of their Dove Creek home, <a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/09/charlie-hatfield-family.html" target="_blank"><b>click here</b></a>.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Charles and Pearl Wilson<br />1918</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">According to a family record, the Wilson family lived in Dove Creek in 1918 when their son, Clayton Ervin Wilson, was born. Their last son born 10 years later was also born in Dove Creek. Below is a copy of the family record of births for the Wilson family written by Minnie Pearl Hatfield Wilson. </span><br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAORuHTIRik61c6OAXEFGhlIuy38vhBocuMxwW2QyarsRwaIe_FR169-W017rn6cVzW2P6yFVEXPi_nsTgyBmo3pNgdvxDBwYOyQKOc-p7755NL8EO_XDbs-9Ao14J2wdoqBsyVpP45VzEu0xK4taFdL5dLqXzXViHb3_w3qm1U57lc-Y31R5tL5f1sA/s1681/Wilson-Chas%20Fam%20data%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="1681" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAORuHTIRik61c6OAXEFGhlIuy38vhBocuMxwW2QyarsRwaIe_FR169-W017rn6cVzW2P6yFVEXPi_nsTgyBmo3pNgdvxDBwYOyQKOc-p7755NL8EO_XDbs-9Ao14J2wdoqBsyVpP45VzEu0xK4taFdL5dLqXzXViHb3_w3qm1U57lc-Y31R5tL5f1sA/s320/Wilson-Chas%20Fam%20data%201.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">The Wilson family lived in an area called Bug Point just outside of Dove Creek. Below is a photo of the Wilson family taken at Bug Point about 1926. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SNiKfSSEjXndy-U0r8trVo5cSQUaPyi61XKa49ur46yuQ6rxo8sAbX9ibFE_Rf-Zjvqkcd7vexZs-e94ngfgaLY5cwdef3xDuyKITnGtcgRt0ppD73ewSZLu1sy9vwW51FkK0ZOVrpg__gvbdBsv58rTEId3_eq5cxNayDDNZ2EVXvKyvymMRHosGnU/s4200/Wilson%20Family%20-%20Chas%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2533" data-original-width="4200" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SNiKfSSEjXndy-U0r8trVo5cSQUaPyi61XKa49ur46yuQ6rxo8sAbX9ibFE_Rf-Zjvqkcd7vexZs-e94ngfgaLY5cwdef3xDuyKITnGtcgRt0ppD73ewSZLu1sy9vwW51FkK0ZOVrpg__gvbdBsv58rTEId3_eq5cxNayDDNZ2EVXvKyvymMRHosGnU/s320/Wilson%20Family%20-%20Chas%201.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Charles "B" Wilson and Minnie Pearl Hatfield Family</b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Back row: Alma, Buck, John, Maymie</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Front seated: Dad Wilson, Pat, Pearl</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Picture taken at Bug Point, Utah about 1926</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Elmer Martin <br />1920s</b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By 1920, my paternal grandfather Elmer Martin had settled in Dove Creek. Elmer, an amateur photographer, took several photos of early Dove Creek. At that time, the Post Office seems to be the one of the few buildings in town. The top photo is of the Dove Creek Post Office in about 1920. The next photo titled Dove Creek Main Street, shows the Post Office as the first building on the right. </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknp1TsvGbg4jmKD5PiHsJOYiY1OwzDzVJO-sN33LesI7SHDNdT6XByLyU68ce0C6E-o1TgKTgoPwYa7HA-MT2h7wNdhtD2nJh8aw-WoYcKWFZPEokKE0OmGxQwXAL7W7dPsDZ3L5WTysKcCzNiBoSht0WNMchKLapfT7GkRCIPn5oXIsLLA00o66Np7I/s948/Dove%20Creek%20PO.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="948" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknp1TsvGbg4jmKD5PiHsJOYiY1OwzDzVJO-sN33LesI7SHDNdT6XByLyU68ce0C6E-o1TgKTgoPwYa7HA-MT2h7wNdhtD2nJh8aw-WoYcKWFZPEokKE0OmGxQwXAL7W7dPsDZ3L5WTysKcCzNiBoSht0WNMchKLapfT7GkRCIPn5oXIsLLA00o66Np7I/w400-h225/Dove%20Creek%20PO.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dove Creek Post Office <br />Early 1920's</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncCNJF06hBaomXuTh8fUA96nRePf62kPbDL7HE3nYBv4EOnEDI6LUGsb_pX-QEReTssu7S8kp9Y5cwf6W85OBmB-cZXrOq-dNoSPv_Maj4LZndzrXmNebCr0R4GhOs3032oBzUo9PRiRlHg_G1YeGD3FTV39XpaATYHsUGkOCm6f7cmukvNVtLb6Eb_4/s1409/DoveCreek%20MainSt.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1409" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncCNJF06hBaomXuTh8fUA96nRePf62kPbDL7HE3nYBv4EOnEDI6LUGsb_pX-QEReTssu7S8kp9Y5cwf6W85OBmB-cZXrOq-dNoSPv_Maj4LZndzrXmNebCr0R4GhOs3032oBzUo9PRiRlHg_G1YeGD3FTV39XpaATYHsUGkOCm6f7cmukvNVtLb6Eb_4/w400-h170/DoveCreek%20MainSt.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dove Creek Main Street</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Some years later in the late 1920s a new Post Office was built. This next photo shows the Post Office sharing a building with the General Store. Elmer was part owner in the General Store. Below that photo is another photograph of Main Street Dove Creek in the late 1920s. The Post Office/General store building can be seen in the far distant center just left of the larger log building.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbj0E1sZcmtt64DNRPWa15Zz4DKKrrt0xMBdHXQ0MeiT9EpatkQSXoNHX2NA60K6Ytlm2y29rUq06a6eJgdttRz3lqAyKuqEGCq9IfPU-UuEw5S0H-VlAxf9LVFEmvpGZXByBj9rgsHkWeIhNzhAU-olXA2LXVWaICIOo0GWE6k0T6ER2bD15G5kWycI/s1556/DoveCreek%20store.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1556" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbj0E1sZcmtt64DNRPWa15Zz4DKKrrt0xMBdHXQ0MeiT9EpatkQSXoNHX2NA60K6Ytlm2y29rUq06a6eJgdttRz3lqAyKuqEGCq9IfPU-UuEw5S0H-VlAxf9LVFEmvpGZXByBj9rgsHkWeIhNzhAU-olXA2LXVWaICIOo0GWE6k0T6ER2bD15G5kWycI/w400-h251/DoveCreek%20store.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Dove Creek Post Office</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Jk3cENDz5ZIUmyn_Q9CfUl84BMV445dOcSGZhkHZU2_Sj9M5sUsK0P2L1z42lWNf-6RBTAf6cXZsNFg-QCX9-F49efF1Y6aCy45VQVorPuCztw3dFy7eoE_y2tUo5kXUQk5NSqIoJiiFi8pLamBKly21VFIcJWtlSMHBj-t_xLd0w0TiiIKv0oPt8fw/s1604/DoveCreek%201920s.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="1604" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Jk3cENDz5ZIUmyn_Q9CfUl84BMV445dOcSGZhkHZU2_Sj9M5sUsK0P2L1z42lWNf-6RBTAf6cXZsNFg-QCX9-F49efF1Y6aCy45VQVorPuCztw3dFy7eoE_y2tUo5kXUQk5NSqIoJiiFi8pLamBKly21VFIcJWtlSMHBj-t_xLd0w0TiiIKv0oPt8fw/w400-h219/DoveCreek%201920s.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dove Creek Main Street</td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Elmer had a large farm just north of Dove Creek and farmed potatoes. Below is a photo of Elmer's potato cellar and trucks loaded with bags of potatoes from his farm. Next is a photo of Elmer's Case tractor, said to be one of the first tractors in Dove Creek area. Elmer and his Case tractor were featured in the "Case Eagle" magazine. To read, <a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/04/elmer-martins-prize-winning-potatoes.html" target="_blank"><b>click here</b></a>. Elmer and his family moved into Cortez, Colorado in the 1930s, so that their sons could go to school in Cortez. </span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKykJMjxVZRfNmodrd_AxDwDKWNS06RBBD-brSo_MqQlnlfXc7w-yhmw-2LST3r0-ER_WKUO8d6rzfB0aQwcpu-WCkvXovHaJIMUuV1LdjmJOyszWqHQY-sjPvYxV-Xv4oPcFvCskCuLmbvvUjLOzqqFDEQwURHy0eAZZHqYTGe8OwCBpfS_8Kzeub6j8/s615/CaseEagleMagazine.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="615" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKykJMjxVZRfNmodrd_AxDwDKWNS06RBBD-brSo_MqQlnlfXc7w-yhmw-2LST3r0-ER_WKUO8d6rzfB0aQwcpu-WCkvXovHaJIMUuV1LdjmJOyszWqHQY-sjPvYxV-Xv4oPcFvCskCuLmbvvUjLOzqqFDEQwURHy0eAZZHqYTGe8OwCBpfS_8Kzeub6j8/w400-h305/CaseEagleMagazine.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elmer Martin Winner of Dolores County Fair</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5Hy8e5mr7MPP2q25mmA58OSZRGfYk5DMNyVwHDgMc5QYhAC-IT6xnoUeMwnsIb5tV6MxO8hcbk7OlslDF5rYrp11LoJOs16abJo0K6roybr8AF523wcKQf_5O1X0LzRuuu_DC8Gj84uK4FbmUjXfETDYARRm9Lwx8kwm9L2aisDB05tncC7ajItl1ak/s1460/Dove%20Creek%20Potato%20Farm.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="1460" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5Hy8e5mr7MPP2q25mmA58OSZRGfYk5DMNyVwHDgMc5QYhAC-IT6xnoUeMwnsIb5tV6MxO8hcbk7OlslDF5rYrp11LoJOs16abJo0K6roybr8AF523wcKQf_5O1X0LzRuuu_DC8Gj84uK4FbmUjXfETDYARRm9Lwx8kwm9L2aisDB05tncC7ajItl1ak/w400-h236/Dove%20Creek%20Potato%20Farm.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elmer's Potato cellar and trucks loaded with bags of potatoes<br />One mile north of Dove Creek<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-color: white;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnigxH_yTipDjExZgZq2GjACWqjLOgKSPNC_z3OZnAE464U0HnrkkSo9beZ0Rbvr-BoKl5sARC8UqbnaPHEpnhcT6wM2V4UvADVpKkY4MVgUcSMK9Biv3Hh9ftzKvT0Oy6bW_gdJop1jEpnPI5YhQzIcnywYksNMuEBnHJMJibt_cSe__LCDA73Kb4C94/s1708/Dove%20Creek%20Farm.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1003" data-original-width="1708" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnigxH_yTipDjExZgZq2GjACWqjLOgKSPNC_z3OZnAE464U0HnrkkSo9beZ0Rbvr-BoKl5sARC8UqbnaPHEpnhcT6wM2V4UvADVpKkY4MVgUcSMK9Biv3Hh9ftzKvT0Oy6bW_gdJop1jEpnPI5YhQzIcnywYksNMuEBnHJMJibt_cSe__LCDA73Kb4C94/w400-h235/Dove%20Creek%20Farm.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First Tractor in Dove Creek<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Layne Leffel<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">1930s</span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Layne Leffel is my maternal granduncle - my grandmother Mabel Baldwin's brother. Layne homesteaded land in East Summit Point in the early 1930s. Below is Leffel's 1939 land </span>certificate<span style="font-family: inherit;"> from the General Land Office. It was Layne Leffel that encouraged my grandparents, Jess and Mable Baldwin to move into the area. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-heJGBpHiGDQwh1Q6SRM3aVvSpvHEtzb5fva_vkmULy8ruTYRm0yBbFkEIdU4UfodPduP7CibggMUsy4D_arledI5LuRGTx16Ifgx8l_fCe-Jc9nx_Nk4mRdaZ78sr6CtfowH7JSf5ByaGjQC0HgRmaee9Hbghc-MCpIbVy8svywgaXmS9c4LkyWKwns/s830/Capture2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="515" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-heJGBpHiGDQwh1Q6SRM3aVvSpvHEtzb5fva_vkmULy8ruTYRm0yBbFkEIdU4UfodPduP7CibggMUsy4D_arledI5LuRGTx16Ifgx8l_fCe-Jc9nx_Nk4mRdaZ78sr6CtfowH7JSf5ByaGjQC0HgRmaee9Hbghc-MCpIbVy8svywgaXmS9c4LkyWKwns/w249-h400/Capture2.JPG" width="249" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">According to the news clipping below, the Layne Leffel family would move during the winter months so that their children could attend school. A 1939 news item, stated that the Leffel family spent the winter months in Montrose so that their son could go to school. Layne's sister Mabel Baldwin and family were living in Montrose in the late 1930s. Both families can be found in the 1940 census records for Montrose.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="background-color: white;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLGpVaN134Rj6vTOFATNW9n7eaeR7EvXmVS1A0rVU5Reas2N03YhuSXFKw8kB1omw0zyafZ2V8YyaOtD6iK__IVJkAeH0QFfpj1P-nVJydfOGr2NzO6nxwd9Ctk_rHFLKN0HNV8YZ6FG5UBqojs8eShpHQ9n2kjOLWy95u8D4Ovb21yEjMN7tUfNQpoU/s386/Capture.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="137" data-original-width="386" height="114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLGpVaN134Rj6vTOFATNW9n7eaeR7EvXmVS1A0rVU5Reas2N03YhuSXFKw8kB1omw0zyafZ2V8YyaOtD6iK__IVJkAeH0QFfpj1P-nVJydfOGr2NzO6nxwd9Ctk_rHFLKN0HNV8YZ6FG5UBqojs8eShpHQ9n2kjOLWy95u8D4Ovb21yEjMN7tUfNQpoU/s320/Capture.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table></span></span></span></div><p></p><h1 class="h6 mb-0" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2d2d2d; font-weight: 500; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">San Juan Record</span></h1><div><span style="background-color: white;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><p class="mb-0 small" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #2d2d2d; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">02 Nov 1939</span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Layne Leffel family remained in the Dove Creek area. Below is a newspaper clipping of the Layne Leffel Family Reunion in Dove Creek and a photo of the family in 1934. Descendants of the Leffel family still live in the Dove Creek area.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVaQafuFVxctLh_Y0cNdTSBwbazczEapT76_bvdO0ODu8Gg_NPohIFM2Rq4zw3F0SSXUtbD6NIFmQ-oD1FVIok2-xJmpYvq_QLRopBB51FB7iktnsomDiV-VIUPh3-cie5JdDH4NHBEHSDfDB52BOqkzE2GjxXW_6n9p2Og2we8lNilXuqMU7MzZ7Xj0/s720/Leffel-Layne%20Family%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="720" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVaQafuFVxctLh_Y0cNdTSBwbazczEapT76_bvdO0ODu8Gg_NPohIFM2Rq4zw3F0SSXUtbD6NIFmQ-oD1FVIok2-xJmpYvq_QLRopBB51FB7iktnsomDiV-VIUPh3-cie5JdDH4NHBEHSDfDB52BOqkzE2GjxXW_6n9p2Og2we8lNilXuqMU7MzZ7Xj0/w400-h259/Leffel-Layne%20Family%201.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: medium;">Related Posts:</span></b><span style="background-color: white;"> <br /></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/martin-monroe-hatfield-family.html" style="background-color: white; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Martin and Nancy Hatfield Family</a><span style="background-color: white;"> <br /></span><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/08/pioneer-in-new-city-of-dead-at-dove.html" style="text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Pioneer in the new "City of the Dead" at Dove Creek</a></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><b><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2023/09/charlie-hatfield-family.html" target="_blank">Charlie Hatfield Family</a><br /><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/04/elmer-martins-prize-winning-potatoes.html" target="_blank">Elmer Martin's Prize Winning Potatoes</a></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2016/04/elmer-martins-photo-gallery.html" target="_blank">Elmer Martin's Photo Gallery</a></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/charles-e-leffel-caldona-jane-box.html" target="_blank">Leffel Family</a></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><br /></span></span></div><p></p></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-89599215995201035552023-09-27T14:32:00.006-06:002023-11-22T23:12:32.155-07:00Martin & Nancy Hatfield Family Record<p>This family record for the Martin and Nancy Hatfield family was found in papers belonging to their daughter, Minnie Pearl Hatfield Wilson. It is a record of the births for the Hatfield children, also recorded are a few marriages and one death record. The last entry was added upside down at the top of the back page in 1910. My guess is that the record was written sometime between 1895 and 1905. This is the<b> only record</b> of son, James Monroe Hatfield, born 14 August 1889 and died 23 August 1895 when he was 7 years and 9 days old.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPePGQ5klY-8Z9_6Fb8i9KstCioNIDpu8svUMqBvreJ9xj9hl4GPfQ_VZwwbiVnKwBFl06lxk1SQF6wn2rQCPjsNf7sYZcuBT2n0Z7IbFF3g1q6_EZoYrEvUM59fp6VcibZaJ-pguUndz672QhDCsdrJlhJEDvjnRgEdwzOT4Ds7YUhlqh1xNdfCWrtM/s2377/Hatfield-MM%20family%20record%201a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2377" data-original-width="1488" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPePGQ5klY-8Z9_6Fb8i9KstCioNIDpu8svUMqBvreJ9xj9hl4GPfQ_VZwwbiVnKwBFl06lxk1SQF6wn2rQCPjsNf7sYZcuBT2n0Z7IbFF3g1q6_EZoYrEvUM59fp6VcibZaJ-pguUndz672QhDCsdrJlhJEDvjnRgEdwzOT4Ds7YUhlqh1xNdfCWrtM/w250-h400/Hatfield-MM%20family%20record%201a.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family Record - front</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZs_8DlFBy5UC0hrZUYsDjjSkeo-4Pi96Jv-1lLJ1_3HGxzR4DwvFQ7wAs1KVAkE-Xur3x_pQOT8N225Q4kdPmoNnjuHKeZKIhCGmXYh_H7rH10uDzlJfgir_3YFN_tiY7fQhphDEQ9e1amv80OONbzc45d4o65pDu2d9Jv1P6R5wyLIgCJJTkHJzR8LE/s2386/Hatfield-MM%20family%20record%202.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2386" data-original-width="1488" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZs_8DlFBy5UC0hrZUYsDjjSkeo-4Pi96Jv-1lLJ1_3HGxzR4DwvFQ7wAs1KVAkE-Xur3x_pQOT8N225Q4kdPmoNnjuHKeZKIhCGmXYh_H7rH10uDzlJfgir_3YFN_tiY7fQhphDEQ9e1amv80OONbzc45d4o65pDu2d9Jv1P6R5wyLIgCJJTkHJzR8LE/w250-h400/Hatfield-MM%20family%20record%202.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family Record - back</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Transcription of the Hatfield Family Birth Record</span></div><div>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Front page:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">John William Hatfield was borned October the first
1879 in Philips Co. Kansas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Charles Orlando Hatfield was borned March the 23 1882
at Philips Co. Kansas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lillian Victora Hatfield was borned Aprial 9<sup>th</sup>
1884 in Juel Co Kansas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Minnie Pearl Hatfield was born Aprial 27<sup>th</sup>
1886 at Smith Co. Kansas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">James Monroe Hatfield was born Augest 14<sup>th</sup>
1889 Smith Co Kansas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anna Belle Hatfield was borned January the 12<sup>th</sup>
1892 Norton Co Kansas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Back page:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Clinton Jay Hatfield was borned November the 11<sup>th</sup>
1894 Smith Co Kansas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Grace Blanch Hatfield was borned Aprial 23th 1896
Smith Co Kansas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Alfred Clayton Hatfield was ---- Dec 3th 1900 Payne Co
Okla<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">James Monroe Hatfield died Augest 23th 1895 ) age 7
years and 9 days <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Minnie Pearl Hatfield was married to C.B. Wilson Dec
24<sup>th</sup> 1902 at home<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">John W Hatfield was married to Myrtle Gross October
194 at Woodward Okla<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lillian V Hatfield was married to Ray R Smith June the
7<sup>th</sup> 1905 at Alva Okla<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">(Upside down at top)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anna Belle Hatfield was married to S H Allen Aug 24 โ
1910 at Woodward, <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Okla<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Related Posts:</span></b></div><div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/martin-monroe-hatfield-family.html" style="color: #7bc059;" target="_blank"><b>Martin and Nancy Hatfield Family</b></a> </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2012/06/before-and-after-hatfields-ok-homestead.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><b>Hatfield's Oklahoma Homestead</b></a> </span></div></div><div><b style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2009/08/pioneer-in-new-city-of-dead-at-dove.html" style="color: #7bc059;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Pioneer in the new "City of the Dead" at Dove Creek</span></a></b></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><strong style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2017/04/lillie-smith.html" style="color: #7bc059;" target="_blank"><span style="color: #38761d;">Lillian Victoria Hatfield</span></a></strong><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-29306266436309334142023-09-24T18:47:00.020-06:002023-10-03T11:18:11.768-06:00Charlie Hatfield Family Photo<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZ8tgLWaZagtuAhq1_5lJ_gksxFB2JyhKrYY5chUP_je-XUibQ7jr5YF3YuZHzWwa5_cnsGz-m-baOYsrYFPMjxi-Ap1tOhd6MEL0RZrR06qldY_H6InsF4ayNni_mA6vllqQW4eDLq8tEzT1zxK_tE-lRckM2eCRwweJxC5DsAAsv_2Vu2Qo0OSx5tI/s1159/Hatfield-Charley%20fam.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="1159" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZ8tgLWaZagtuAhq1_5lJ_gksxFB2JyhKrYY5chUP_je-XUibQ7jr5YF3YuZHzWwa5_cnsGz-m-baOYsrYFPMjxi-Ap1tOhd6MEL0RZrR06qldY_H6InsF4ayNni_mA6vllqQW4eDLq8tEzT1zxK_tE-lRckM2eCRwweJxC5DsAAsv_2Vu2Qo0OSx5tI/w400-h309/Hatfield-Charley%20fam.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charlie Hatfield Family</td></tr></tbody></table><br />This photo was found in the family album belonging to my great-grandma Minnie Pearl Hatfield Wilson. Written on the back of the photo was "Charlie Hatfield's family". At the time that was all I knew about the photo until a Hatfield family researcher left the following information: <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"T<span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">he children in the photo are identified as: Oldest Son was John Martin (far left), next son was Paul Martin (standing between Inez &Charly), then Lucille Hatfield, then Martin Hatfield, and then Rena Jo Hatfield is the youngest child in this photo." Guessing from the ages of the children, the photo was taken early 1925. They appear to be on their front porch of their Dove Creek homestead. </span></span></span><br /><p>This is just one example of how family history researchers working together can leave a more complete history for descendants. I had a photo and another researcher could identify the individuals in the photo. If any descendant of the Charles Hatfield family would like the original, just contact me.</p><p>Charles Orlando Hatfield was the second son of Martin Monroe Hatfield and Nancy Abbigail McNeil. He was born on 22 March 1882 in Smith County, Kansas. By 1900, Charlie had moved with his family to Woods County, Oklahoma. From Oklahoma, the Hatfield family moved to Dove Creek, Colorado. When Charlie was thirty-five years old, he married Inez Allen Martin in Cortez, Montezuma, Colorado. Inez had two sons from a previous marriage. The Hatfield's lived on their homestead in Dove Creek, Colorado. They had seven children: Lucille Hatfield, Martin Monroe Hatfield, Rena Joe Hatfield, Zena Rae Hatfield, Charles Hatfield Jr, Pearl Lillie Hatfield, and Celesta Hatfield.</p>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-74107310365939924622023-08-12T09:56:00.041-06:002024-02-26T12:57:58.152-07:00Desert Rose<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">Maymie's Dishes</span></b></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4j3RiKBllnxYqp01QOzDMAqopHPauMPyJxxWrY-K_gJSs_2MS7W97LNHH69rsvAFryxP8FuJllndkPV3qWrGW3yU52rmV5mEInxKQ21hfusUY0b6thAT5_uO_AtSauxParzO6ZiCEwHC4xgv50lL1kJK4ehErZbLwQmb6zcuHAU6sme66Ts4F1cshOc/s1670/Franciscan%20Ware%20dishes%20front.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1670" data-original-width="977" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4j3RiKBllnxYqp01QOzDMAqopHPauMPyJxxWrY-K_gJSs_2MS7W97LNHH69rsvAFryxP8FuJllndkPV3qWrGW3yU52rmV5mEInxKQ21hfusUY0b6thAT5_uO_AtSauxParzO6ZiCEwHC4xgv50lL1kJK4ehErZbLwQmb6zcuHAU6sme66Ts4F1cshOc/w234-h400/Franciscan%20Ware%20dishes%20front.jpg" width="234" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Desert Rose Brochure (front)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Recently while going through some of Grandma Maymie's photos and letters, I found an old worn brochure for <b>Franciscan Ware Desert Rose </b>Dinnerware<b>.</b> </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGh1GElgbvtVjc9eEglMn4TU4c0SvWI2HYl1S7JHBgKtSDuBiU3oGerCIVbbiKlHxo_6fxhT8RSW_NxwD0UTpaeYpXy0K87SnwFpPsfeROWGvsUEhjhr1OcXnvx473Ek6b-T653VaNq4KdIWMnm8C1KWDI-V_Z9OlHb_NJsdwb5N5AaMzU18gpLUalPQ/s1908/Franciscan%20Ware%20Maymies%20dishes.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1678" data-original-width="1908" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGh1GElgbvtVjc9eEglMn4TU4c0SvWI2HYl1S7JHBgKtSDuBiU3oGerCIVbbiKlHxo_6fxhT8RSW_NxwD0UTpaeYpXy0K87SnwFpPsfeROWGvsUEhjhr1OcXnvx473Ek6b-T653VaNq4KdIWMnm8C1KWDI-V_Z9OlHb_NJsdwb5N5AaMzU18gpLUalPQ/s320/Franciscan%20Ware%20Maymies%20dishes.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Desert Rose brochure (front & back)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Looking at the brochure brought back many fond memories of walking with Maymie down Main Street (Cortez, CO) to the Slavens Hardware Store. Prior to going, she would have carefully planned out which new piece of dinnerware she wanted purchase to add to her set of Deseret Rose dishes. Maymie's whole set of Desert Rose was purchased one piece at a time. Sometimes she would let me pick out the new piece of Desert Rose, and I remember being as excited as she was to bring home dish to add to her dinnerware set. </div><div><br /></div><div>The inside of the Desert Rose brochure showed individual pieces and has written notations made by Maymie as she was planning her purchases.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgolmDqgWoSwfSITOsXxQZuLQjnkzvD-QVbajq4wyAWvJl47ldyj_kNSdjuLbVSzCnH4SiHCqwu2_mUe5j6hBIYEX2RXOwpy9yVOZ-aTx2Xm6csOMKaOpjQdsmDeZlUZCgGJm5hg_yteYYnnz-8a5UOY3zclPXCUBq6oKsEXdtlQgEDPLEoqDlHcEp_eUE/s3057/Franciscan%20Ware%20-%20Maymies%20wish%20list.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3057" data-original-width="1941" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgolmDqgWoSwfSITOsXxQZuLQjnkzvD-QVbajq4wyAWvJl47ldyj_kNSdjuLbVSzCnH4SiHCqwu2_mUe5j6hBIYEX2RXOwpy9yVOZ-aTx2Xm6csOMKaOpjQdsmDeZlUZCgGJm5hg_yteYYnnz-8a5UOY3zclPXCUBq6oKsEXdtlQgEDPLEoqDlHcEp_eUE/w254-h400/Franciscan%20Ware%20-%20Maymies%20wish%20list.jpg" width="254" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside of Desert Rose brochure</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Before Maymie passed away, she gifted her set of Deseret Rose dinnerware to me. She said she wanted to make sure I ended up with them. The Desert Rose dishes are still being used (and loved) 40 years later. Deseret Rose is much more than just a set of dishes, each piece is a ceramic connection of love from grandmother to granddaughter.</div><div><br /></div><div>Note: Maymie walked everywhere she went because she never learned to drive a car. There was a small market close by and her home was just a few blocks to the downtown Main Street of Cortez, Colorado. Walking to her mother's home across town was a longer walk of about 7 or 8 blocks. That was a walk I remember taking many times as Maymie and I would go to check up on her mother, Minnie Pearl Wilson.</div><div><br /></div><div><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;">Additional posts about Maymie:</b></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><b><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #663300; font-size: 13.2px;"><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/maymie-elmer.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Maymie and Elmer</a></span><br style="font-size: 13.2px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #663300; font-size: 13.2px;"><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2015/07/july-14th-maymies-birthday.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">July 14th - Maymie's Birthday</a></span><br style="font-size: 13.2px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #663300; font-size: 13.2px;"><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-my-slide-show.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Maymie's Picture Show</a></span></b></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><b><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-dinner-minnie-pearl-style.html" style="color: #439921; font-size: 13.2px; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Fixin' Supper - the "Minnie Pearl" Style</a><br style="font-size: 13.2px;" /><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/wilson-family-pictures.html" style="color: #439921; font-size: 13.2px; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Wilson Family Pictures</a><br style="font-size: 13.2px;" /><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-maymie.html" style="color: #439921; font-size: 13.2px; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Maymie Wilson Martin</a></b></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044584187344601499.post-21391159621286119252023-08-09T10:00:00.008-06:002023-08-10T11:51:15.501-06:00Cupid's Court<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Cupid's Court<br />๐๐๐๐</b></span></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSHJNP_NGQ7aokCvgplfsLgeL5P0ZgSxNgyfWsUJOaudqZV2EmdcGhih0oOME5Zs_vIw7pjtsfasflCIASyqCIhsQdUzuRSpQ2AmQ8e_KXh614EPB7XbjO9hZcHayL_o4ReqvzuCDTquaxbU4emm05iLalLS2RUAbTn3tIJqcGo49qbEJPQ-7C8l8YXcE/s363/Wilson-CB%20marrlic%202.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="322" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSHJNP_NGQ7aokCvgplfsLgeL5P0ZgSxNgyfWsUJOaudqZV2EmdcGhih0oOME5Zs_vIw7pjtsfasflCIASyqCIhsQdUzuRSpQ2AmQ8e_KXh614EPB7XbjO9hZcHayL_o4ReqvzuCDTquaxbU4emm05iLalLS2RUAbTn3tIJqcGo49qbEJPQ-7C8l8YXcE/s320/Wilson-CB%20marrlic%202.jpg" width="284" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Renfrew's Record, Alva, OK<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The above newspaper notice of marriage licenses was published on 4 Dec 1902 in the Renfrew's Record newspaper of Alva, Oklahoma Territory. Minnie Pearl Hatfield was living in Bostick with her parents. Charles B. Wilson's place of residence given was Driscoll. Minnie Pearl and Charles B. were married on the 14th day of December. According to the marriage record (below), Pearl and Charles were married at the "Home of Bride" in Woods County.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHiA4x1AuM2UHvAxtecgAotr-ttBxFZCcnXC6hhq_TEVP4mcTBMXQwx1oGVTcIPrExaMsYMkPEnthVMILHXBaGhqQyLpL_hiQTf8_AUObIlmeFoLzxxEYZqF0BY_TIcrU5lMWqlpM3-_7-DF4w6-uOgduLxixECmwkAUYBERtPsqDGGXRfImbkd1IkpK4/s1583/Wilson-ChasB%20marr.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="1583" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHiA4x1AuM2UHvAxtecgAotr-ttBxFZCcnXC6hhq_TEVP4mcTBMXQwx1oGVTcIPrExaMsYMkPEnthVMILHXBaGhqQyLpL_hiQTf8_AUObIlmeFoLzxxEYZqF0BY_TIcrU5lMWqlpM3-_7-DF4w6-uOgduLxixECmwkAUYBERtPsqDGGXRfImbkd1IkpK4/w400-h314/Wilson-ChasB%20marr.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marriage Record<br />Woods County, Oklahoma Territory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Next is a photo supposedly taken on the Wilson's wedding day. Minnie Pearl and Charles are sitting in the buggy. Not sure who the others are in the photo, but probably Minnie's family. Both Minnie and the woman on the horse are wearing a lacey veil or head-covering of some sort.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvon_f3IpUAfQ7unGDmM96P2O4zezsTVkmN-FshMnoV6fF8txGXVWe_X52HRp6r3wtp0-KcnFjQY3J44clomOWucESM9MvmDz0Ap9BwboMjQQBGjNYzZ78ncxAZAFnC7Ldu-ikLyN0252WyYOIIQYZAHPACnM3glNDp0NYPfEsr_ZxI3fcDcq0Tk92InU/s1092/Wilson-WeddingDay1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1092" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvon_f3IpUAfQ7unGDmM96P2O4zezsTVkmN-FshMnoV6fF8txGXVWe_X52HRp6r3wtp0-KcnFjQY3J44clomOWucESM9MvmDz0Ap9BwboMjQQBGjNYzZ78ncxAZAFnC7Ldu-ikLyN0252WyYOIIQYZAHPACnM3glNDp0NYPfEsr_ZxI3fcDcq0Tk92InU/s320/Wilson-WeddingDay1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wedding Day - Charles & Minnie in Buggy</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Pu5e9TrF3slwZ3SSK1sOPLWdggf3FaYwulF1GOfhHGzhZXhbVHcqm1E_PKz_h9t0lfCyGZ3mcNcv6caybpxg2x0lV_8vUh9KrSoAni61Wtj5yhBwxAmSefmBpeK4C9TFqkmwYoAabI_2Dnr85zizobEUxQmcQwcbxCmrb4AR71d4z1cSf91Z3hxs4mU/s298/Wilson-B&Pearl%20WeddingDay.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="212" data-original-width="298" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Pu5e9TrF3slwZ3SSK1sOPLWdggf3FaYwulF1GOfhHGzhZXhbVHcqm1E_PKz_h9t0lfCyGZ3mcNcv6caybpxg2x0lV_8vUh9KrSoAni61Wtj5yhBwxAmSefmBpeK4C9TFqkmwYoAabI_2Dnr85zizobEUxQmcQwcbxCmrb4AR71d4z1cSf91Z3hxs4mU/s1600/Wilson-B&Pearl%20WeddingDay.jpg" width="298" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Close-up of Minnie Pearl and Charles</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>At the time of the wedding in 1902, the "Home of Bride" would have been the log home (shown below) on the Hatfield homestead in Woods County, Oklahoma. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkM_RMqzmDPiyPwH9NCjTns6UvYEktLw7mpkp2p70T4ErfwafNYd2_tybKCyKWBUfFEQIOf0Vcv2s6QH9v2ShDONuj3kc7I0gQg2AE-gwYiuQvfNwo44XPvNyFG3FgewEtPMvMis6ijSS6JQO0c08mejdyWOyCmtC4DTWUGdJla2brDSAYTe_gUc5RNi8/s4200/hatfield%20homestead.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1992" data-original-width="4200" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkM_RMqzmDPiyPwH9NCjTns6UvYEktLw7mpkp2p70T4ErfwafNYd2_tybKCyKWBUfFEQIOf0Vcv2s6QH9v2ShDONuj3kc7I0gQg2AE-gwYiuQvfNwo44XPvNyFG3FgewEtPMvMis6ijSS6JQO0c08mejdyWOyCmtC4DTWUGdJla2brDSAYTe_gUc5RNi8/w400-h190/hatfield%20homestead.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hatfield Homestead</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;">Other related posts about Charles B Wilson and Minnie Pearl Hatfield Wilson:</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/bible-page-of-charles-venton-wilson.html" style="background-color: white; color: #439921; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Family Bible -- Charles Wilson Family</a><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/wilson-family-pictures.html" style="background-color: white; color: #439921; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Wilson Family Pictures</a><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/wilsons-grocery-cortez-colorado.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Wilson's Grocery</a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><a href="https://clmroots.blogspot.com/2012/06/buggy-ride.html" target="_blank">Buggy Ride </a><br /><a href="http://clmroots.blogspot.com/2012/06/before-and-after-hatfields-ok-homestead.html" style="color: #439921; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Hatfield Homestead in Oklahoma</a></div></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></div>clmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947293222555990774noreply@blogger.com0