Peach of a Guy

#52ancestors Week 24 

June 11-17 Father’s day

Peach of a Guy 

By Myra Vanderpool Gormley ©2018 

Dad and me and my first puppy. Ca 1945.

He could smell a ripe peach 30 miles away. And nothing could stop him from getting a bushel or two of his favorite fruit. In his 75 years on this earth, he must have eaten 100s of bushels. No peach was safe around him. 

Growing up in Oklahoma with a father whose finely honed sense of smell for food — especially fresh fruit and vegetables provided me with an early incentive to learn to cook well and to distinguish fine products from the so-so. He also taught me PG — practical geography — because he knew every back road with 100 miles of Muskogee, Oklahoma and which farmer had the best peaches, apples, apricots, cantaloupe, watermelons, onions, tomatoes, corn, carrots and okra.

 And, did I mention he was fisherman? Watch out crappies, bass and catfish. He had a hook with your name on it. 

His favorite food spot was a place called Porter, Oklahoma. A wide spot in the road, but famous (at least locally) for its peaches. Conveniently, his and mom’s best friends lived there. They also had a huge garden, which Dad helped them to cultivate. So a trip to Porter was the best of all worlds — see old friends, get a bushel of peaches, and come home loaded with garden-fresh onions, okra, corn and tomatoes, and pig out. 

Dad never had a weight problem. He was a big man, but not fat. He worked hard as an automobile mechanic and burned extra calories foraging for the best fresh food in the country. 

When we moved to Seattle, life in a large city was a new experience for him, plus he had Saturdays off for the first time in his life. He came from background where most people worked six days a week. And, so it was that far from the farms he knew and loved, his nose led him to downtown Seattle and its Pike Place Market. 

There he discovered a food lover’s paradise. He was the proverbial kid in a candy store, sampling and buying to his heart’s content. He’d come home to Ballard via the city bus loaded down with sacks of produce, fresh fish, nuts and bakery goods. When mom’s cupboards and refrigerator overflowed, he’d bring the rest to my house. It was like having my personal shopper.

 It seemed appropriate back in 1985, the year after Dad died, when the Pike Place Market had a renovation campaign that I purchased a tile in his honor. Located at 444-4 near the produce, fish and day tables is a tile with his name — John O. Vanderpool — on it.

 I was — as Dad use to jokingly say — his favorite baby daughter, but my twin brothers were extra-special. After all, they were sons of a peach. 

Groan, if you wish, but my Dad, the punster, would love it.

My Oft-Married Ancestor

#52ancestors No. 23 

June 4-10 

Going to the Chapel 

My Oft-Married Ancestor

 By Mya Vanderpool Gormley © 2018 

J. H. Kimbro (top, with whip) and his cotton-picking helpers

 -- mostly his children and grandchildren. ca 1905 Eufaula, I. T.

Great-grandpa Jefferson Hezekiah (what a mouthful) Kimbro’s many trips to the wedding chapel, or more correctly, to the county courthouses, created a puzzle for a couple of young family historians — way back when. 

My sis and I, long before the 1900 U.S. census was available, let alone online, began our quest to figure out which children belonged to which wife of our great-grandpa. We weren’t even sure how many times he had been married. 

She, being older, recalled more family stories passed down via our maternal grandmother — a daughter of J. H. Kimbro — but the stories were so scrambled and contradictory when we began to put information on charts we finally had to throw up our hands. We were like deer caught in headlights. We had many names, dates, and places, but nothing matched, or could be verified. Our grandmother didn’t even know, for sure, in which Tennessee county she was born.

 Since she was born after the 1880 census, I was unable to find her family in that record because I did not have enough information to go on or to be able sort out the hundreds of Kimbros who lived in various counties in Tennessee. However, hoping to find great-grandpa (born 1856) in that enumeration, I made several trips to the National Archives in Seattle to scroll through microfilm. I extracted data until my fingers grew numb and my eyes crossed. 

At that time, the 1880 census did not have an every-name index. It had what was called a Soundex — a coded surname index based on the way a surname sounds rather than the way it is spelled. It had been developed by the WPA (Works Progress Administration) in the 1930s for the Social Security Administration. The latter needed to identify individuals, few of whom had birth records, who would be eligible to apply for old-age benefits, meaning those born in the 1870s; thus only households with children 10 years of age and under were included in that 1880 index. I found one couple, but the given names didn’t match what little information we had.

 “We have to have more information,” I told sis. “There are way too many Kimbros and Kimbroughs in Tennessee. 

Finally, I obtained a copy of great-grandpa’s 1926 Oklahoma death certificate and found his obituary. The informant for his death certificate was his “last” wife, and it was riddled with “unknowns.” The local newspaper carried his obituary, but it was not particularly helpful. It read: “Besides his widow, deceased leaves a brother, John Allen Kimbro, and a number of children and a number of nephews and nieces to mourn his death.” 

Sis and I knew he had a number of children, but we were not sure how many, who they were, or who their mothers were. We were spinning our wheels. Our father and aunts provided additional information, mostly from their memories, but nothing fit. Nobody was sure of the maiden name of his first wife (purportedly the mother of our maternal grandmother) though several claimed there was a Family Bible — somewhere. 

Sis went to Oklahoma to visit and vowed to search the cemeteries. She found great-grandpa’s final resting place and his stone. It also mentioned Ida, his last wife, who outlived him. She died in 1945. That didn’t help us much. The family stories claimed his other wives probably were buried in a small settlement near Eufaula. But, as our luck would have it, that graveyard had been moved when Lake Eufaula was created in the 1960s. 

Finally, we found re-interment information that had been produced by the Army Corps of Engineers for the New Mellette Cemetery — the final resting place of several Kimbros. All we had to do was figure out who they were.

 • Kimbro, Bessie ---- 15 Sep 1895

 • Kimbro, Cassa ---- 15 Mar 1896

 • Kimbro, Flora 1 Mar 1889 16 Jun 1901

 • Kimbro, Ida 8 Jul 1897 15 Aug 1897

 • Kimbro, (Infant) 8 Feb 1900 10 Feb 1900

 • Kimbro, (Infant) 30 Jun 1902 3 Jul 1902 

 • Kimbro, Lemmie 9 Feb 1892 10 Sep 1892

 • Kimbro, Lochy ---- 15 Oct 1896

 • Kimbro, Martha I. 11 Jun 1865 24 Feb 1900

 • Kimbro, R. J. 6 Mar 1881 21 Jan 1899

 • Kimbro, Tennessee D. 28 Jul 1862 11 Jul 1902

 • Kimbro, Tully ---- 5 Mar 1896 

One family story maintained that our grandmother, Mollie, and our grand-aunt Cora were daughters of J. H. Kimbro and that their mothers were sisters. We tracked down Cora’s Texas death certificate. It listed her mother as “Mattie Lee,” and revealed that Cora was born 31 August 1891 in Winnsboro, Tennessee. At last, we had a maiden name for the first two wives of J. H. Kimbro. We determined there was no Winnsboro in Tennessee but there was a Waynesboro, located in Wayne County. Armed with this information and a better timeline to pinpoint the date of the migration from Tennessee to Indian Territory, we finally began to make headway. 

We eventually (don’t ask how many years) learned that J. H. Kimbro “went to the chapel” four times: • He married first Amarintha “Celie” Lee 22 September 1875 in Wayne County, Tennessee. She died there about 1890. They had six children, including our grandmother, born in 1889.

 • He married secondly Martha E. “Mattie” Lee (sister to “Celie”) 4 December 1890 in Wayne County, Tennessee. They had three daughters, including a set of twins, one of whom did not survive). Mattie died 24 February 1900 in Indian Territory and is the Martha I. Kimbro listed in the New Mellette Cemetery record.

 • He married thirdly Lucinda Jane (her maiden name is believed to be Evans) Chastain, 11 February 1901 in Indian Territory. They had one daughter. Lucinda died 11 January 1906 in Eufaula, Creek Nation, Indian Territory. 

• He married fourthly Ida Etta Gordon-McCracken (her maiden name not determined) 16 March 1906 in Muskogee, Creek Nation, Indian Territory. They did not have any issue. She died 8 May 1945 in Henryetta, Okmulgee County, Oklahoma. 

Our oft-married great-grandpa was a fairly successful farmer and businessman, and as a result, his name frequently appeared in the local newspaper. But it was a 1913 article about him that grabbed my attention. The newspaper article says he built a home in Eufaula (Oklahoma) with the profits realized from one crop of watermelons. Well, that’s one claim to fame I haven’t seen in any other genealogies. 

I’m happy to share genealogical information, pictures and sources pertaining to my Kimbro family. It is a German line that settled in Orange County, North Carolina in the 18th century. Contact me by e-mail.

Minute Men: A Family Affair

#52ancestors No. 27
July 2-July 8 Independence

 Minute Men: A Family Affair

 By Mya Vanderpool Gormley © 2018 

Samuel Pierson was a private in Spencer’s Regiment of the Continental Troops. Capt. William Brittin’s Company, 5th New Jersey, Reg’t of Foot, commanded by Oliver Spencer. He enlisted “for the war” according to his military papers. Because he did not live long enough to receive a Revolutionary War pension (and none has been found for his widow) scant original records, other than some military company pay rolls, exist to tell the story of his participation in America’s struggle to be independent. 

However, a Morris County (New Jersey) history provides noteworthy material about him. It says, "Of the famous company of lifeguards which accompanied (George) Washington through all his movements during the war, four, at least, are known to have been residents of Bottle Hill, their names being Samuel Pierson, Benjamin Bonnel, Nathaniel Crane and Daniel Vreeland, all of whom lived several years after the war in this vicinity." (Bottle Hill was the original name of what’s now Madison Borough in Morris County, New Jersey).

 “Of these men, Samuel Pierson was a fine horseman, and a man of great courage and strength, whom Washington intrusted [sic] with several important and perilous commissions. In carrying out one of these during the Battle of Monmouth, Pierson was compelled to ride right in front of the enemy's line of battle, and in full range of their guns; two horses were shot under him, one of which in falling injured the rider's leg, but he was mounted on a third horse, and carried out the commander's orders. Washington warmly commended him, and said, ‘I feared when you set out with the orders that I should never see you again.’" [History of Morris County, New Jersey, 1882, p. 193.]

 For years, life in Morris County was in flux. “There was continual excitement and solicitude. The alarm gun was firing, or the beacon light was burning, or the sounds of the fife and drum were heard, or companies of soldiers were passing and repassing, or the minute men of the vicinity were hurrying back and forth, or the commander-in-chief and his suite and life-guards were going from or returning to headquarters, or some general parade was taking place upon the campground . . . or other things were occurring to keep those who resided here in a state of excitement and fear.” 

Valley Forge, located 25 miles west of Philadelphia, was the campground of about 11,000 troops of George Washington’s Continental Army from 19 December 1777 to 19 June 1778 and Samuel Pierson was one of them. In 1777, General George Washington and the Continental Army marched from the victories at Trenton and Princeton to encamp near Morristown from January to May. “Washington had his headquarters during that first encampment at Jacob Arnold's Tavern located at the Morristown Green in the center of the town. Morristown was selected for its extremely strategic location. It was between Philadelphia and New York and near New England while being protected from British forces behind the Watchung Mountains. The churches were used for inoculations for smallpox. 

From December 1779 to June 1780 the Continental Army's second encampment at Morristown was at Jockey Hollow. The winter of 1780 was the worst winter of the Revolutionary War. The starvation was complicated by extreme inflation of money and lack of pay for the army . . . It was during Washington's second stay, in March 1780, that he declared St. Patrick's Day a holiday to honor his many Irish troops and the Marquis de Lafayette came to Washington in Morristown to inform him that France would be sending ships and trained soldiers to aid the Continental Army.”

Born in 1748 in New Jersey, Samuel Pierson Sr. married Rebecca Garrigues 22 May 1769. They had nine children between 1770 and 1787. Their lives were constantly disrupted by the war and his service in the Army. Rebecca was the daughter of Jacob Garrigues (1716-1798), who, along with all four of his sons — David, Jacob Jr., John and Isaac — also fought during the war. Jacob Garrigues was the son of Huguenot immigrants, Matthew Garrigues and Susanna Rochet, who arrived in Philadelphia ca 1712 from the West Indies. 

Rebecca’s brother, John Garrigues, participated in the Battle of Monmouth (28 June 1778), where so many of the British died of sunstroke. Wikipedia notes, “According to some accounts, an American soldier's wife, Mary Hays, brought water to thirsty soldiers in the June heat, and became one of several women associated with the legend of Molly Pitcher. By the second phase of the battle the temperature remained almost consistently above 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and heat stroke was said to have claimed more lives than musket fire throughout the battle.” John Garrigues lived to be about 90, and his sword, which he carried at Monmouth, purportedly now is in possession of the Washington Park Association of Morristown, New Jersey. 

Samuel Pierson appears on a number of company muster rolls (microfilmed by the National Archives) but three in 1778 are of especial value to the family history. He appears on the Company Muster Roll for March 1778, roll dated Valley Forge, April 1, 1778; and for April, dated Camp Valley Forge, May 5, 1778; and for May 1778, roll dated Camp Valley Forge, June 15, 1778 — the latter shows the term of his enlistment (for the war).

 On several company muster rolls, dated in September, October, and November of 1780 they state he was wounded and in hospital. On one dated 24 December, it notes he was “sick, general hospital.” His company’s Muster Roll dated 7 April 1780 at Mendham (New Jersey) notes he was “prisoner—camp guard.” But provides no explanation. 

For most of 1782, Samuel Pierson is listed as sick and in a hospital in Philadelphia. The war was officially over on 3 September 1783 when the Treaty of Paris was signed. Apparently Samuel then went home to Morris County, New Jersey, but he did not live long to enjoy America’s newly won freedom that he and his brothers-in-law helped to attain. He died in 1790 of tuberculosis. 

Which Hue Are You?

#52ancestors week 30 July 23-29
 Colorful

Which Hue Are You? 

By Myra Vanderpool Gormley (c) 2018

In the first U.S. census –- taken in 1790 – are found several colorful surnames: Green, Red, Ruby, Pink, Purple, Seagray, Lavender, Blue, Orange, Olive, Carmine and Scarlet, along with Black, White, Gray, Brown and Tan. 

Nicknames calling attention to our ancestors’ complexion and hair color are commonly found among the surnames that have been passed down through the ages. Blondell, Biano, Le Blanc, Lichter, Weiss, Bialas and White all refer to nicknames for ancestors with white or pale-colored skin and/or hair. Dark-complexioned people were nicknamed by words in various languages meaning brown, dark or black. From these evolved surnames of Brown, Brun, Braun, Black, Schwartz, Morin and Cherney. 

Red, under its many variant forms, is a common family name in many countries. You find Reid, Reed, and Read in England, as well as Ruff, Russ, Russell, Roussel, and Ruddy. In France, the name is Rousseau, Rouse or Larouse; in Italy it is Rossi, Rossini, Rossa, Rosso and Purpura; in Germany, Roth; and in Ireland, it is Flynn. Blue, Bluett or Bluitt are English surnames that come from a reference to one with a livid complexion or perhaps one who dressed in blue. In German, it was Blau or Blauer. However, the Scottish surname of Blue is an English version of the Argyllshire surname of MacGhilleghuirm, meaning “son of the blue lad.” 

However, not all of our surnames that appear to be colors actually are. For example, Green is not necessarily derived from the color of ancestor’s skin or hair, but from his place of residence. It means dweller at or near the village green or grassy ground. Many of the Green names probably come from references to ancestors who once lived or worked in a building identified by a pictorial sign, such as Greenbaum (dweller at the sign of the green tree) or Greenfogel (dweller at the sign of the green bird). 

The surname of Pink is derived from ancestors who either had some quality of a chaffinch or were dwellers at the sign of the chaffinch (a common finch of the Old World, often kept as a pet). If you have some Oranges on your family tree (names, not fruit), that surname may be traceable to ancestors who once lived in or near the ancient town of Orange in France which dates back to an earldom probably founded by Charlemagne. 

Do you have Lavender progenitors? They were English ancestors who washed or bleached flax, wool and various kinds of cloth. Those Lilywhite relatives were English dwellers in, or near, a little meadow, or the name might have been acquired from a nickname for one thought to be white as a lily; or ironically, to a chimney sweep.

 Tracing the family tree is not only fun, but can be a colorful adventure, too.

Rounding up the Black Sheep

#52ancestors No. 26 June 25-July 1
Black Sheep

Rounding up the Black Sheep: A full-time job 

By Mya Vanderpool Gormley © 2018 

My family appears to have more than its share of characters and black sheep. Or perhaps I’m just proficient at finding them because I’m incurably nosey. At any rate, I discovered a website where names of the inmates who served in Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary from 1895-1957 is available while searching for information about family’s our horse thief. Doesn’t every family one of those? I found him, but that’s another story. 

Federal Prison at Leavenworth, Kansas 

While exploring the surname index at leavenworth-penitentiary (https://www.archives.gov/kansas-city/finding-aids/leavenworth-penitentiary/) I found another relative. Following the instructions at the website, I requested a copy of the case file from the National Archives at Kansas City (paid a small fee) and when the file arrived, it also included a mugshot. 

That’s how I learned about John William Vanderpool, who was called Will. He was born 31 August 1880 in Missouri. He received a sentence of one year and one day in the U.S. Penitentiary in Leavenworth, Kansas. His crime was “false pretense” (for mortgaging property that was not his own). He served from 20 October 1903 until he was paroled 4 May 1904 and released 14 August 1904 (for “good time”). 

The penitentiary physician’s examination revealed these details about him. Age 23, race: white; nationality: American; occupation: farmer; temperament: phleg. [that sent me to the dictionary — evidently it was short for phlegmatic, meaning “not easily agitated, sluggish”]. He was 5’6”, weighed 163 pounds had dark chestnut hair and beard; eyes: orange, az. blue [sic] (but I’m not sure how to interpret this description); fair complexion, teeth (full, good); and his build was listed as “medium stout.” One arm was crooked at elbow, having been broken and he had a few moles and a couple of scars. 

He was received at Leavenworth, Kansas from Vinita, Indian Territory. He could read and write; smoked, drank moderately. His parents were living and he left home when he was 19. He was married; his father was born in Iowa. At the time of his arrest he lived in Barren Fork, in eastern Adair County, Cherokee Nation, Indian Territory; about five miles south of Westville. His wife’s name was Ethel and she lived at Barren Fork. In the early 1900s, this was a station on the Kansas City Southern Railway near Tahlequah. 

Adair County,  Cherokee Nation, IT

Since the crime evidently was committed in Cherokee Nation, Indian Territory but he was a U.S. citizen that explains why he wound up in the federal penitentiary at Leavenworth, Kansas. A congressional act of March 1, 1895 had designated the Indian Territory divisions as districts and the First Judicial Division at Muskogee became the Northern Judicial District. It was authorized to hold sessions at Vinita, Tahlequah, and Miami. 

Additional research reveals his first wife’s name was Ethel Phebus, and they had married 5 February 1900 in Jasper County, Missouri. Apparently they did not have any children. Ethel married secondly James S. Gunning in Jasper County, Missouri on 9 March 1909. Will Vanderpool married secondly Luella “Lulu” Devold (1892-1968) 0n 21 March 1909 in Jasper County, Missouri. They had five children. He died in 1936 in Ottawa County, Oklahoma. 

John "Will" Vanderpool

From genealogical records in our Vanderpool one-name study database I ascertained that he was the son of John Quincy Vanderpool (1845-1916) and Mary M. Combs (b. ca 1853); his paternal grandparents were John C. Vanderpool (1818-1859) and Mary “Polly” Sanders (1823-c1857); and the paternal great-grandparents were: Wynant Vanderpool (1782-1838) and Margaret Carver (1782-1855). 

One of the joys of genealogy is finding unexpected genealogical information while looking for someone or something else. The challenge is being brave enough to dig in records that might reveal those black sheep. 

Musical Mama

#52ancestors #29 July 16-22: Music

My Musical Mama: Ida Hensley 

By Myra Vanderpool Gormley (c)2018 

My mother and her mother — my maternal grandmother who was the woman I called “Mama” — sang constantly. It was how they passed the day. While I was growing up, before television became a household item owned by everyone, many of my friends and relatives had radios. My folks did too, but my mother never listened. Instead she sang all day, one song after another, often making up her own lyrics. 

She apparently did so because her mother (Ida Hensley) did. So, I thought it must be genetic and that a musical gene ran in the Hensley branch of family. I spent a large portion of my early childhood with my grandparents on their farm and listened to Mama sing while she did her chores around the house or in the garden. Interspersed with the old songs, she’d tell me about when she was girl growing up in Alabama, tales about her family, and about making the journey via wagon to Indian Territory when she was 15. 

Ida Hensley Fricks and Texas longhorn. 

Her older brother was a “traveling singing teacher,” He also played the fiddle for local dances. He obviously was her favorite sibling, as her voice would tremble when she talked about his early demise — he died from snakebite. 

Another of her brothers was a preacher and when he came to visit they’d play and sing the old Gospel tunes like “Life’s Like a Mountain Railroad” and “In the Sweet Bye and Bye.” When several of her brothers and sisters and their families came to visit they brought their fiddles and mouth organs (harmonicas), and music and songs would fill the air as they sat on the front porch, often spilling out into the yard under the locust and walnut trees. How they could sing and play — bluegrass, Gospel, country, hillbilly — and wonderful old-time songs like “She’ll be coming 'round the mountain.” That was a childhood favorite of mine — especially the verse about “killing the old red rooster and having chicken and dumpling.” 

Mama had numerous talents, including storytelling and steer riding (see picture above). However, music was her special gift. She had a beautiful alto voice and what was called “perfect (or absolute) pitch” and, oh, how she and her siblings could harmonize. 

She amazed me with her ability to play almost 

any musical instrument — all by “ear.” When I received my first piano, she had me show her where “middle C” was and then she began playing like she had taken music lessons for years. I was impressed. It didn’t take me long to discover that I didn’t have granny’s musical gene, but I enjoyed learning to play the piano so I took lessons for a few years. 

In an article by Yi Ting Tan on the “Genetic Basis of Musical Ability” she writes, “researchers generally agree that both genetic and environmental factors contribute to the broader realization of music ability, with the degree of music aptitude varying, not only from individual to individual, but across various components of music ability within the same individual . . . Recent advances in genetic research offer fertile ground for exploring the genetic basis of music ability.” 

I find all this genetic and DNA research interesting. I inherited my eye color from Mama, but I didn’t get her musical talent. 

However, I have the memories.

A Brush with Peter the Painter

#52ancestors week 25 June 18-24 —
Same Name 

A Brush with Peter the Painter

 By Myra Vanderpool Gormley ©2018

As every genealogist knows or quickly finds out, family tree research often leads to finding people with the same name and then the hard work is figuring out which one is “ours.” One simply cannot use a name — even an unusual one — as a lone identifier. 

Sometimes we encounter people of the same name of the same generation who also were born, married, and/or died in the same or nearby localities. Another challenge is when our ancestors married spouses with the same or similar given names. For an example, see my blog “Husband Breaks Rule No. 8.”

 https://shakingfamilytrees.blogspot.com/2014/05/ 

Those with common surnames probably don’t think about how other Smiths, Johnsons, Williamses, Browns, or Joneses might be related to them, but those of us with less common surnames often do — simply because we assume there is a possibility there is a family connection, somewhere. My father was an only son with only one paternal uncle and no male first cousins. He was always interested in knowing if he had other Vanderpool relatives — somewhere.

 A rather unscientific search based on information from the 2000 U.S. census pertaining to surnames reveals that Vanderpool ranks No. 5126 in terms of the most common surnames in America for that year. This means out of a sample of 100,000 people in the United States, our surname would occur an average of 2.33 times. As a comparison, using the same base, No. 1 Smith would occur 880.85 times. These government-compiled statistics do not take into account the several variant spellings of Vanderpool, such as Vanderpoel, Vanderpol, Vanderpole and Pool; rather it separates them. Genealogists can’t rely on any particular spellings of surnames to identify relationships, but long before computers and the Internet came along, my father assumed anyone with our surname must be related. 

When we lived in western Kansas in the mid-1950s, there was a Peter H. Vanderpool who lived there also. He was a house painter. There were only two Vanderpool families in Garden City. 

My dad, who was an auto mechanic, often received telephone calls from people looking for Peter the Painter, and of course, Peter received calls for John the Mechanic. Dad and Peter tried to figure how they were related, but they never did. 

Periodically, through the years, I would search to learn whatever happened to Peter the Painter (as I always thought of him), but I had scant personal information about him. In fact, I did not know his age, or his wife’s name, and I didn’t recall them having any children. Anyway, almost by accident and thanks to a cousin’s work for Find-A-Grave, I found enough information on this Peter H. Vanderpool to determine that he was a son of Erastus Fillmore Vanderpool who was born ca 1868 in Mercer County, Missouri and married a Sarah Estelle Linville.

 After 60-some years I finally solved a genealogical mystery that intrigued my dad. He and Peter the Painter were 4C1R. 

Treasures found in Passport Applications

#52ancestors — Week 28 (July 9-15)--Travel

Treasures Found in Passport Applications

By Myra Vanderpool Gormley (c) 2018 

In January of 1921, Sally Brown (née Connally) Martin and her husband, Hiram Warner Martin, applied for a passport in order to take a three-month trip — “for health and recreation” — to British West Indies, Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay and Chili (sic) in South America. They were to sail from New York on the S.S. Vauban on or about 15 February 1921. 

During the early 20th century until about 1937, married American women were just a footnote in their husbands’ passports. It was not acceptable for a married woman to travel outside of the country without her husband; he, of course, could travel without her. “A married woman’s public identity was tied to her husband, and passports reflected that in being issued to the husband, with his wife being a literal notation,” according to Craig Robertson, author of Passport in America: History of a Document. https://www.nationalgeographic.com/travel/features/a-history-of-the-passport/ 

This record was found in the United States Passport Applications, 1795-1925, and in it there turned out to be a wealth of information about Sally, her husband, her parents and two of her siblings who also were making the trip. In addition to learning and verifying some birth dates and places of Sally and her siblings, there were photographs. The passport descriptions are noteworthy, too. Sally is described as 36 years of age, 5-foot-4, with a high forehead, brown eyes, auburn hair, a straight nose, medium mouth, round chin, fair complexion and a round face. 

The S.S. Vauban, launched in 1912, was a passenger steamship owned by Lamport and Holt Line and used in its New York to east coast of South America service. It later transported U.S. troops during World War I. It was in service until 1930 and was sold for scrapping in 1932. 

What I’ve found so far does not indicate that the family travelled first class, but it appears likely they did. On 18 January 1921, the Atlanta Constitution newspaper (Atlanta, Georgia) ran a story with the headline: “Connallys to Make South American Trip.” The article mentioned the group included Dr. and Mrs. E. L. Connally and their three children, Mrs. Warner Martin (Sally Connally), Mrs. Hal Hentz (Frances Connally), and Tom Connally. Among the points of interest they planned to visit were: Rio de Janeiro, Buenos Aires, Valparaiso and a journey across the Andes, if weather conditions are favorable. 

Dr. E. L. [(Elijah Lewis) Connally was 84 years old at the time and his wife was in her seventies, so a “journey across the Andes” seems a bit ambitious for them, although details are lacking as to how such a journey was to be taken. 

The newspaper article mentioned that Hal Hentz (husband of Frances Connally) had two brothers in Buenos Aires and that “there are other Atlantans located in South American whom the Connally party will visit.” 

My jubilation at the discovery of this material was short-lived because, as often happens when one finds answers to the family puzzle, additional questions pop up. While entering the new information into my genealogy database, I realized that Dr. Elijah Lewis Connally and Mary Virginia Brown had another daughter, Mary Temperance, who was the wife of John Schaffner Spalding, and they were parents of five daughters — all living in Atlanta at the time. 

Wonder why they didn’t make the trip?