Uncle Gary

My great grandparents were the parents of 10 children born between 1918 and 1939.  I think that my great grandparents were excellent parents who enjoyed their children and their life together.  However, there was one loss that occurred in July of 1947 that forever wounded their hearts.

Gary riding his trike!

The grandfolks last child, Gerald Eugene Gage, was most likely a surprise.  Granddad was 47 when he was born and Grandma was 42.  I’m sure that they didn’t plan on having one more child.  I think perhaps that Grandma especially enjoyed this youngest child.  She probably had more time to devote to him without the other children around so much.  They were either out living their lives or going to school when Gary was young.  There are a lot of pictures of Gary with his brothers but also on his own.  Just a year after Gary was born, Grandma Gage became a grandmother for the first time.  Although she didn’t get to see these first three grandchildren until 1943 – it must have been something to have a child that was only a year older than your first grandson.

When my father’s family first moved out from North Dakota where he was born…it was a memorable arrival for his uncles.  They dragged their sleds down to the road and towed the younger ones back up to the house, where my great grandmother probably got her hands finally on her first grandchildren.  Dad and his two younger sisters and their mother stayed with the Grandfolks for a time.  It must have been the first opportunity that my father had to play with a boy who was close to his own age in his uncle Gary.  However, Dad never really referred to him as Uncle Gary…they were in fact part of the little boys.  I’m sure the older ones thought it was their job to get the two little boys in trouble and introduce them to some of the finer points of boyhood.

Before too long…Dad and his family lived just down the road in their own home.  Dad still played with his uncles and probably got into his share of trouble as he and Gary followed around after the older boys.  One summer when my father had just turned 7 – he lost his uncle Gary.  Gary was with his brother and some other boys and were playing on some logs and Gary fell  in the Palouse River.  He got swept away and tragically drowned – just a few weeks after his own 8^th birthday.  The photograph of him during his first communion is especially poignant because it was one of the last photographs taken of him.

The Grandfolks didn’t lose any of their other children until 1984, when one of their daughters died of cancer.  I remember sometime after that having the opportunity to talk with Grandma about this tender subject.  I’ll never remember how we got onto the subject but she told me a few stories about Gary.  I could tell that her voice still wobbled a bit and her eyes were incredibly sad…even though it had happed almost 40 years prior – it was still an incredibly painful subject for her.  Being young enough and curious enough – I asked her if it was harder to lose an adult child or a young child.  She looked at me and told me that it was much harder when Gary died.  Her daughter Norma had lived her life – married and had children…Gary never had the opportunity.  She then asked me to make sure that Gary’s grave had flowers on it come Memorial Day.  I promised her that my mother and I would take care of it…and we did.  We then called and assured her that it had been done.

Gary and his older brothers.

Several years after Gary’s death, a paperboy came to their door in Lewiston, ID to collect for the newspaper…my grandmother got out her money and asked the young man what his name was…he replied Gary Gage.  I met Gary many years later – and it was something that he also always remembered.  He said that my grandmother turned white and he thought she was going to faint.  My grandfather came into the room and figured out the situation very quickly…he got my grandmother seated – turned and paid the Gary what was required and Gary left to go on his way.  It must have been heart breaking to meet another Gary Gage who was the same age as the beloved son that they had lost.  I think that Gary’s loss…was a wound that never healed for my grandparents for the remaining years of their long lives.  Today, Grandma and Granddad Gage are buried next to their son Gary, at the Catholic section in the Moscow City Cemetery.  

Levi Pennington & Elizabeth Henson Family

The earliest Pennington relative that I discovered is my 3^rd great grandmother.  With name of Elizabeth Pennington – she had an unfortunate commonality with a lot of female Penningtons, the first name of Elizabeth!  In my Pennington database alone, I have about 28 Eliza or Elizabeth Penningtons.    So even though I knew her name, it took a lot more time to figure out which Pennington line that she belonged to.  Turned out that she was the second youngest child of Levi Pennington and his wife, Elizabeth Henson – I have thirteen children listed for this family.  Some number their children as many as 16, but I have stuck with the 13 children that I can identify and connect through documentation.

Levi Pennington and Elizabeth Henson probably married around 1814 or 1815.  I doubt if it was much before that because Elizabeth Henson was born in 1799 and would have been a little young.  Here is a list of Levi and Elizabeth’s children:

• Dora  b. bet 1810-1820
• Edy b. abt 1815 d. abt 1866 m. abt 1835 Nathan Eastrage
• Hiley b. bet 1816-1818 d. 4 Nov 1895 m. Aug 1837 James Emmett Lewis
• Elijah Ephraim b. bet 1819 – 1822 d. Jan 1892 m. abt 1846 Mary Osborne
• William b. 1821 d. aft 1880 m. abt 1848 Frances Blevins
• Larkin b. Jan 1826 d. 6 May 1901 m. 11 Feb 1857 Lydia Lewis
• Harvey b. 29 Feb 1828 d. 21 Apr 1822 m. abt 1850 Easter Little m. abt Oct 1896 Martha Ann Brooks
• John b. 10 May 1829 d. 5 Mar 1917 m. 16 Feb 1859 Manda Hurley m. abt 1860 Emeline Kilby  
• Anderson b. 1832 d. 1850
• Andrew b. 1834 d. aft 27 Aug 1863 m. 5 Nov 1857 Mary Little
• Levi Daniel b. 1837 d. 17 Jan 1909 m. 17 Dec 1854 Elizabeth Osborn
• Elizabeth b. abt 1839 d. bet 1883-1887 m. 17 Jan 1857 Alexander Monroe Dollar
• Martha b. 29 Mar 1843 d. 21 Dec 1926 m. 21 Mar 1872 Marshall Gilley

If you read my previous 1940 Laurel Twp Census blogs – you will have found a prominent position for the children and grandchildren of Elijah Ephraim Pennington, John Pennington and Edy Pennington Eastrage.  These three children of Levi stayed in the Laurel area.  It is unknown where Edy is buried, but John is buried in a family cemetery in the Laurel area, and Elijah is in the Elijah A Shepherd Cemetery.    John Pennington’s name is fairly prominent because he acted as a Justice of Peace and you will find Elijah Pennington’s name quite often as well.  Especially at the Little Laurel Baptist Church where several of the stained glass windows are in memorial to he and other members of his family. 

Little Laurel Baptist Church

Elijah Pennington window

Isaac Pennington window

The land in the Laurel area that these families lived on were land grants that has been gained by Ephraim Pennington b. 1769 d. aft 1852 and in all likelihood his father as well (Probably Ephraim b. 1745).  We know that Ephraim had at least three sons – Levi b. 1794, Andrew b. 7 Sept  1813 and Daniel b. bet 1813-1814.  Ephraim is last recorded in the 1850 census, living with Andrew in Ashe Co., NC.  Andrew sells his land to his nephew and moved over to Laurel Bloomery, Johnson Co., TN and Daniel ended up moving to Claiborne Co., TN.

These close connections between families can make research at times somewhat difficult.  Just when you think you have your data correct…you learn yet another connection.  It is much easier than it was when I first started researching Pennington’s nearly 15 years ago.  There are more records available online and more researchers available via email to communicate with.  At least now, if someone is a descendant of an Elizabeth Pennington – I have 28 connected…and perhaps I can help!

Cassandra - Oregon Trail Pioneer

I always knew growing up that my grandfather had a fascination with Native American history and western history.  I don’t think he ever knew all that much about his family beyond his more current relations.   I think he was interested in learning about his family heritage…but he had no one to ask to provide him with information – he certainly would have been thrilled to learn about his great grandmother’s trek across the country along the Oregon Trail.

Cassandra Arrasmith was born on 20 Aug 1823 in Bourbon Co., KY to John Richard Arrasmith and Nancy Wood.  Cassandra’s family moved to Missouri and she met and married William Crumpacker on 21 Dec 1843 in Linn, Osage Co., MO.  William and Cassandra were the parents of 11 children born between 1845 and 1862.  William Crumpacker died on 3 Mar 1862 leaving his widow pregnant with the youngest two children, who were twins.  It is unknown what William died of…he was 44 years old and probably died in Chillicothe, Livingston Co., MO where his youngest children were born, although he was recorded in Sullivan Co., MO in the 1850 and 1860 census.

Cassandra’s oldest son was 17 years old and while I’m sure some of her 11 children were no longer alive – she must have had to make a difficult decision.  Her husband died in March and she had the twin girls in July of that year.  Looking at history, it is easy to see that the Civil War was wreaking havoc on the country and perhaps she had no other recourse other than to leave for a new life.  Whatever caused her to make the decision, she packed up her family and headed west on the Oregon Trail.  I believe the family left Missouri about 1864.  Her oldest son, Henry married a Rachel Frazier on 13 Jan 1864 in Sullivan Co., MO.  Their oldest child was born on 11 October 1864 in Boise, ID then the Washington territory. So Cassandra and her family probably packed their wagon and headed west in the spring of 1864.

When I first started researching Cassandra, just about everyone had her killed on the Oregon Trail.  Evidently their wagon train was attacked on route and she was injured badly enough that some thought she had died. From what I have read, Cassandra drove her own team even though she was still nursing her twins.  She must have been quite a woman – traveling towards a new home with no knowledge of what she was to face on the journey or even what her destination would be like.  I believe that I have read that some of her family (her mother’s relatives) came west about the same time – so perhaps there was comfort in numbers.

The family arrived in Washington State in late 1864 perhaps in Pomeroy, WA but most likely in the Walla Walla, WA area.  According to some researchers, Cassandra married a B. F. Newland on December 21, 1843 probably around Walla Walla.  She then married Schuyler Woolery on 6 Mar 1876 in Columbia Co., WA.  I’m not real sure if she stayed married to these men or left them and moved on.  However, I do know that she is recorded with her youngest children in the 1870 census in Walla Walla, WA territory under her own name, and also in 1880 is recorded as Mrs. C. Crumpacker.  I know that she married John Lewis Tewalt in 1889 and she herself is buried at the Pataha Flat or Schoolhouse cemetery near Pomeroy, Garfield Co., OR. 

Cassandra Arrasmith Crumpacker Tewalt's grave

Pataha Flat Cemetery, near Pomeroy, WA.

While there is still plenty of mystery surrounding Cassandra’s life from the time she left Missouri in 1864 until her death in 1893, I find Cassandra an interesting puzzle.  If nothing else she was a survivor – she survived being left as a widow with eleven children – traveled across the United States to make a new life for herself and lived to see her children marry and have children of her own.  She is someone that I wish my grandfather would have known about…he would have liked her and admired her!

The Mysterious Mr. White

My great grandmother, Shirlie, was a widow when she married Ulpian Johnson on 27 Apr 1909 in Washburn, McLean Co., ND.  For many years we had a photo of her and first husband and the only name that we knew him by was Mr. White.   Honestly, I don’t know a whole lot more about him now!

Shirlie moved to North Dakota probably sometime after 1900.  While she isn’t recorded in the 1900 census with her father, I suspect that she is working out of the house and I’ve never been able to locate her.  She married Charles A. White on 11 Nov 1903 in Washburn, McLean Co., ND.  She must have become pregnant right away, because her son George was born on 9 Jul 1904 in Washburn.  Shirlie’s second son was born 6 Aug 1906.  Eight months later, Shirlie was left a widow.  Her husband, Charles, had been out fighting a prairie fire and died a several days later of smoke inhalation.  A kind researcher back in North Dakota found his obituary for me.

Charles A White Dead.  

Charles A While was born at Muskegon Michigan on Feb. 10, 1870. Died April 29th, 1907. He leaves a wife and two children living near Washburn, and an aged father and mother, two sisters, and one brother at Muskegon, to mourn the loss of a loving husband and father, a dutiful son, and an affectionate brother.  The cause of his death was from the effect of inhaling smoke and fires from a prairie fire he was helping to fight on the 23rd of April, 1907, and had not been well since.  His wife had been and got medicine for him and as it had no effect on him he thought he would go and see the doctor, he had gone about five miles and fell out of the buggy just in front of Mr. Wiese house, Mr. Wiese seen him fall and went to him, he never spoke, was unconscious and never rallied, and lived about town minutes after they got him in the house. His remains were taken to his wife’s fathers Mr W.L.Pope and funeral services were held there at ten O'clock May 1. His remains were laid to rest in the Svedrup cemetery followed by a large concourse for friends. The funeral sermon was preached by Rev Ehlers of the M.E.Church of Washburn.

I found it interesting that he was buried at Sverdrup Cemetery and that there is no stone that has been found for him.  Shirlie’s mother, Nancy Ann Marie Lyons Pope had been buried there in 1906.  It leads me to believe that Charles was running the farm on the land that her father had which is close by in the region.  About two years later, Shirlie married an old bachelor who was already 40 years old to her 28 years.  Once again, Shirlie became pregnant and had a daughter on January 27, 1910.  Another daughter (Nancy Mae Johnson) followed on 9 Mar 1912 and then my grandfather, Frank Stewart Johnson on 10 Oct 1914, a daughter who was stillborn in 1919 and finally Audrey Ruth b. 22 Jan 1923. 

George White

Shirlie’s oldest two sons have always been kind of a mystery to me.  My father remembers both of them well as George, the oldest, came out to live near Potlatch.  Elmer ended up working for the railroad and marrying a Jewish widow.  Neither one had children.  My grandmother had very little to say that was positive about George.  Evidently he was someone who disliked women in general, and probably her in particular.  I’m not even real sure that he was impressed with his nieces…but he loved his brother and my father.  He had very little patience or understanding for women in general.  George also had a problem with drinking.  One night he stopped alongside the road to relieve himself and was struck by a car and killed immediately in 1962.  Elmer lived for long while after that – passing away in 1984.  We were shocked to find out that after his wife, Lucy, had died, he had remarried. 

Elmer & Lucy White

I’ve heard from the Johnson side of the family that Shirlie wasn’t terribly bright – I have my doubts about that because of the way she took care of her family and held them together and how everything fell apart after her death.  There is no doubt that her older two sons were not very intelligent…in fact they could be considered to be somewhat “slow”.  It is interesting though to note that while my grandmother didn’t want much to do with George – she was quite fond of Elmer.  My father remembers that it was a big occasion for the family to take off in the car and go to Spokane to meet Elmer for a visit.  As he worked for the railroad, he could travel very cheaply. 

I’ve never really ever made progress on getting further information on Charles A. White.   The White surname is probably as hard to research as the Johnson surname.  For most of my life, Charles was simply known as Mr. White and I must say it was gratifying to finally learn his name.  

They Lived Their Faith

I descend from some of the earliest settlers who came to this country searching for religious freedom.  Some were on the Mayflower and later ships and some came later during the Palantine onslaught.    But, the religious ideas that I have today came down through my great grandparents.  Neither one of them were born Catholic, but they were probably the most devout Catholics that I have ever known.

My Great Grandparents Wedding Picture

Granddad Gage was most likely born in the Presbyterian Church.  His father, Orlando Gage, was an Elder in the Presbyterian Church at Esperance, NY and in fact, I have a copy of letter that was essentially a memorial to Orlando Gage.  I’ve no idea of the exact denomination of Edith Gallup’s family’s religious affiliation.  I suspect that they were probably Baptist.  One of the few records that I can find on Edith’s grandmother, Hannah Conover, is that she married Abram Montanye at the Baptist Church at Rider’s Corners, Charleston, Montgomery Co., NY.  There also seems to be a strong vein of the Raritan Reformed Dutch Church association running through the Montanye family.  Either way, they were far from Catholicism.

Grandma Gage was also born into the Presbyterian Church.  Her father was an elder in the church at Decatur, NE and I know that her grandfather was a preacher back in West Virginia who was referred to as “Brother Shawver” or “Shoutin George Shawver.”  Perhaps that is how my great grandparents originally met was through church, however, I am not really sure.  But when they chose to get married, they married in the Catholic Church.  Granddad Gage and spent a few years working for Linus Brenner, and he and his family were devout Catholics.  After a few years of attending church with them, he converted to Catholicism as did my grandmother.  I think this event occurred before their marriage, because their eldest son was baptized as were all of their children.

My Grandmother's 1st Communion

Their religious beliefs had a strong impact on their life and how they raised their families.  Throughout all of the hard times, I think that their faith kept them strong.  I know that when they lived up on Hatter Creek and the weather was so bad, my grandmother would read the Bible and they would still observe church even at home.  All of her children grew up going to church and respecting the church and its traditions.  Not all of their children continued their practice of going to church…some left and never really came back and others returned and have enjoyed a strong relationship with their church.  Some of my happiest memories as a child going to church was going to church with my great grandparents.  Granddad Gage’s chest would puff out enough that I thought his buttons would burst.  He loved the fact that his family filled up the entire pew at the church.  Even now I have talked to people who remember attending church with my great grandparents when they lived in Lewiston, ID in the 1950’s.  I can still picture them walking into church together and saying the words of mass.  By the time they had passed, they had lived together for 73 ½ years and had lived as a wonderfully devoted couple to each other and their faith.  There is much to admire about both.

Monsignor Hughes and myself at my 1st Communion

Pop Friddle

Mom’s Pop Friddle was possibly the most important person in her small world as a child.  There is no doubt that her parents and grandmother were of great import…but Pop Friddle was special.  He was the one who gave her a bear hug and made her feel safe and loved…Pop was patient,kind, and loving.  During her early life, Pop, was her anchor when everything else was in chaos.  He was there to give her comfort when her father died or when the family home burned down.  When she got in trouble with her mother, he was the one she ran too.  When she was 14 and he was trapped under the effects of a stroke, she was holding his hand when he died.

Lower Right - Martha Brown Friddles - Upper right - Callie Friddles and James B. Friddles next to her.

David Carl Friddle or “Pop” as he was called by nearly everyone didn’t have an easy start to life.  His parents married in 1878 when his father was 52 years old and his mother was 16.  When Pop was born in 1889, he was the 10^th child for Moses Friddle.  (He’d had at least three wives who mothered the 10 children) Within a year after Pop’s birth, Moses Friddle died.  Pop’s mother was Martha “Mattie” Brown.  She was the daughter of John and Margaret Brown and has been very difficult to trace.  When she married Moses Friddles in 1878, she was 16 years old.  I’m sure there wasn’t much choice in husbands after the devastation of the Civil War.  I know that she worked in old Judge Vaught’s house after Moses Friddles death and her children were with her at that point.  However, by the 1900 census, her chidlren were living in other households as servants, including Pop Friddle at 11 years old.  She married again after her second husband and died in 1908.

I think that Pop Friddle was essentially on his own as a young child.  The old Judge that he lived with and worked for taught him how to read and write and that was probably the only schooling that he really had.  By the time he was an adult, Pop was 6 feet tall with a barrell chest and was incredibly strong.  I’m sure he worked as a handyman and farm worker and worked across the county.  That’s the only way I can think of how he met Sophia Dollar aka “Mom Friddle”.  She lived on the other side of the county and not in the local town but rather out of the small town of Shingletown.  Pop Friddle lived out closer to Trade growing up…but I am fairly sure he never really had a home.  Pop Friddle didn’t have the normal childhood that most of us had – his father had died, his mother remarried and was living her own life away from her children.  For most of his childhood, he had been alone.  At the end of 1908, he and Mom Friddle eloped.  He was 19 years old and she was 14.  They lived near her step grandmother’s home in near Shingletown, but very quickly they had a child on the way.  Pop Friddle’s oldest brother wrote them and encouraged them to come out west.  After all, there was nothing that was keeping them in Johnson Co., TN – there was likely little opportunity for work or for a home of their own.  By late 1910, Pop Friddle was on out west and working for the railroad.  Mom Friddle joined him in November with their young son, Jack in tow. 

Pop Friddle teaching Mom Friddle how to shoot...Jack in front of Pop.

Mom and Pop Friddle lived up on Grouse Flats, Wallowa Co., OR until the early 1920’s when they moved to Pomeroy,  WA so Jack could go to High School and then they moved to Lewiston, ID in the late 1920’s.  Mom and Pop Friddle bought a large chunk of land at the top of Thain Grade in Lewiston and Pop worked for the irrigation department for a dollar a day.  Half of the money went to support his family and the other half went to pay for the land.  By the time my mother was born in 1941, Pop Friddle was starting to feel the effects of ill health.  For the rest of his life, he experienced the effects of small strokes.  He wasn’t able to be as active as he liked…but he still puttered around the place doing what he could.  I think he especially loved having his daughter’s family live so close so he could enjoy her children.  Mom Friddle traveled back to Tennessee and North Carolina several times to visit her family but Pop never went back.  By the time 1930 had rolled around, he didn’t have any living siblings to go back and visit.  His brother that had stayed back in Tennessee died of either suicide or was murdered in 1928.  There was nothing left for him there, and he never wanted to go back.

Pop Friddle in his chair with his dog Tauser.

As Pop got older, the strokes started to inhibit his life even further, and he wasn’t able to do much more than sit in his chair.  My mother remembered seeing her grandmparents sit and hold hands and tell stories about each other.  They were made up stories that were ridiculous but each would nod as if they were true.  Both of them were great story tellers.  According to my Grandma Cappy’s diary, during the last part of November in 1954, she and Pop went shopping.  He was more generous than normal and bought her a brand new coat and special gifts for his granddaughters.  Perhaps he knew that his time was short…because just after Christmas he had another stroke that completely incapacitated him.  For two weeks he laid in that bed and could speak or move.  All he could do was communicate with his eyes and smile with his lips.  Mom sat with her grandfather and read to him stories and out of the Bible.  Mom Friddle and Grandma Cappy stayed with him most days.  On the morning of January 4^th, Mom was holding his hand and knowing at 14 years old that she was going to lose her beloved “Pop”.  She saw him smile and look at her and then look towards Mom Friddle with a loving glance and then he closed his eyes and slipped away.

I never knew my great grandfather, he died 12 years before I was even born.  But for most of my life, I have heard storeis about him from his children but most especially from his granddaughter, my mother.  Now, all of them have passed on and all that is left are the stories that I grew up hearing.  I’ve always thought that he had a tragic young life – but most of that didn’t come out until long after he died.  He didn’t like to complain about what had passed but lived completely for his beloved wife, children, and grandchildren.  The love he showed to his family lived far past his death and made a lasting impact on his family and friends.

1940 Laurel Twp, Ashe Co., NC - Penningtons (Part 3)

Photo of Big Laurel Creek - taken by Mary Almaroad

Onward to the rest of the census – in Laurel Twp in Ashe Co., NC.  I’m sorry to say that I don’t have a lot of insights into the remaining pages of the census records.  Mostly because we are out of the Pennington area that I know about.  That isn’t to say that we are completely out of Pennington relations in the area, though.

There is a close relationship in that township amongst several families.  They may not be related by blood but they are by history.  Most of the Farmers in the next several pages of the census are descended from Thomas Farmer and his 10 children,  I don’t even have anywhere close to a good database on theses Famers…but there are a few mentioned that are interesting.  On page 7A, there is a Ettie Farmer listed in the middle of the page.  Her maiden name is Pennington  (Her name should be Campbell and not Pennington - she was married to William Farmer as his second wife)  – I don’t know as yet where she fits.  Her son, Elmer, married Dora Pennington, daughter of Ephraim Stacy Pennington Maggie Roark.  In this census, Etta is the widow of William M. Farmer (he was the son of Calvin Farmer and Emeline Graybeal) and she is listed with 5 children and I still have to search for the rest of her children as she had 10 children.

This may be somewhat disappointing – but there really aren’t any other names that I recognize right away.  I recognize the last names of Eastridge, Graybeal, Osborne and Farmer and the Shepherd name on Page 7B is particularly interesting.  There are few cemeteries in the Laurel Twp that I have either visited or know about.  The Mock cemetery is one of them and there is also a Farmer cemetery – but the one that is probably most interesting to Pennington researchers is the Elijah Shepherd Cemetery.  This is where many of the Penningtons are buried.  Isaac and Elijah are there with many of their family members.  The remaining pages of the census must cover the lower section of the Laurel road.  Just because I don’t have the names in my database right now…this will be something that I will spend some time on. 

Elijah Shepherd Cemetery - taken by Carolyn Waters

Mock Cemetery sign near the road
Below the Mock Cemetery on the hillside
 - Taken by Mary Almaroad

Whenever you spend any time on a family that has lived in a specific region for a long time – you generally spend some time researching allied families.  There is a lot to be learned from this research.  Sometimes there are intermarriages; sometimes it is another location to search for cemetery records.  I am reminded of this because of an experience I had many years ago in Johnson Co., TN.  I was talking to a lady who had lived in Shingletown for most of her life.  She was at that point taking care of her elderly mother.  The lady shared with me some photos that she had of my cousins.  While I was there, I got some information on her family because she didn’t know all that much.  As I started tracing her line back, I found out that she was part of the same Pennington family as I…just a few generations back.  I also found that at least 60 % of those buried at the Wesley Methodist Cemetery in Shingletown had some relation to Andrew Pennington and his wife, Mary Elizabeth Pope.  So, even though I don’t have a complete picture of the rest of these families – if I take the time to get the basic information down on them, it may lead me down some research paths that I had not considered.  So…while I don’t know where the rest of these families fit – I will keep looking in my research materials to see if I can figure it out!

Freeze - A Little Country Church

One of my favorite places to look at while driving by on our way to Coeur d’Alene, ID is Freeze Church.  It is just far enough off the road that it looks exactly like it is – a little country church in the distance.  It is really neat when there is just the hint of fog rising from the ground so it looks a little mysterious.  It is located about five miles north of Potlatch, ID and is just below the area where my father grew up in Mountain Home.  The church itself was built in 1889 and was the church for the community of Freeze and pretty much all that is left is the church itself and the cemetery.

Looking North from above the church

Freeze Church is surrounded by the rolling hills of the Palouse and just north of it is the mountains that start to climb up to McCroskey Park.  These rolling hills are some of the richest farmland in the world and dominate the landscape for miles around.  My father was a young man who worked for a nearby farmer, helping him harvest his crops.  On one occasion, a funeral was taking place in the cemetery surrounding the church.  As Dad made a pass on the combine around the church, he saw the people gathered to bury their loved one.  During the next pass, the crowd was starting to disperse and the coffin set there ready to be buried.  Dad thought it was a little silly…but he was starting to get a little spooked.  During the next pass, he saw the men bring out the crane over the coffin so they could lower it into the ground and when he came around again, the men were hand cranking the coffin into position.  It took a few more passes before the men had finished throwing the dirt on the fresh grave.  Dad would have liked to have quit for the day, but there was more combining to be done.  Every time he made the corner around the cemetery, he couldn’t help but look at that fresh grave.  I don’t think he ever knew who was being buried there…but it definitely made him nervous. 

Looking towards the Mountain Home area

My Dad will tell you that there are a lot of old friends buried up at Freeze cemetery.  Neighbors from his childhood out on Hatter Creek and classmates and friends from Potlatch as well as neighbors from the Mountain Home area where he moved to when he was twelve.  There are also a lot of relatives buried there…many of whom I remember well. 

Looking out on the fields

As you stand out at the church and gaze around the countryside, you are reminded of just how peaceful a place can be.  Every year Dad and I go up there and place flowers at my grandfather’s grave and his siblings, as well as a few uncles and cousins.  As we walk around the cemetery, Dad can’t help but stop and comment on some of the individuals that are buried there.  These are the people that he grew up knowing and hearing stories about.  His father is buried there and soon his mother will be - there is comfort knowing that my grandparents will be among friends in that peaceful little spot on the hillside.

The Piggy Bank in the Bathroom…

We lost my Uncle Bill this past week.  There are a multitude of images and memories that come to mind with Bill….ranging in time period from my childhood until now.  When I was a child, he was the uncle who took me on his knee and hugged me and teased me about the outfit I was wearing or wondering if my older siblings were picking on me.  As an adult, he was the uncle who always gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear that he loved me after a visit where he was giving me a hard time about something or another.  The last time I saw him – he gave me that same hug and kiss and whisper in my ear.  It is a nice memory to think of – but there will always be something else that will make me think of Bill – the piggy bank in the bathroom shaped like a baseball.

The Piggy Bank

My mother and Bill had a great relationship – they were both people who were married to siblings.  Jokes were always told between the two of them and there was always a warm relationship.  Mom always remembered when they were much younger and the four of them went to a bar.  This was an unusual occurrence for all of them.  The barkeep knew Mom from school and therefore her age, but she made the rest of them show her their ID’s.  Despite being the oldest of the group, Bill couldn’t get served a beer.  He had left his wallet at home…he asked the barkeep if pictures of his five sons would help.  Mom always got a kick that she pulled one over on Bill.  Several years before my mother died, Bill and Anne would visit and Bill would ask to use the bathroom…and Mom would tell him to not forget to leave a quarter.  Bill would rifle through his pockets and check to see if he had enough change…and then head to the bathroom.  Sure enough, in the bathroom would be a quarter on the shelf – Bill’s payment.  It was a fun joke between my mother and Bill that extended over to my grandmother’s house as well.  One day Bill and Anne made a special trip to Lewiston to bring a piggy bank for both my grandmother and my mother.  It sits on a shelf in the bathroom and is full a decade’s worth of change….some from my father’s pockets, but mostly from Bill.  Even after Mom died, he still left his quarter. 

Bill was a vibrant individual whose presence was always felt.  He couldn’t sit still and was always remodeling the house, tinkering with some engine, feeding his fish or the stray cats that showed up outside.  Bill was a packrat that collected bits and pieces of a lot of things…I’m sure as his sons clean out his stash of bits and pieces they will wonder where he got all that stuff…and probably wonder why he left it for them to go through.  They are lucky though…they had a father who adored them and their children had grandfather who adored them as well.  Bill had a soft and mushy heart.  When needed, he could spring into action to help when a child was hurt or stand patiently at a campground with his granddaughter’s cat on leash so it could go to the bathroom…no matter how silly he looked.

Anne & Bill on their Wedding Day

Bill hasn’t had an easy life during the past thirty years.  In some ways he was a broken man.  During a house fire, he lost one of his five boys despite his desperate efforts to get to him.  It forever changed him – there was still a twinkle in his eye and a joke, but you always knew that there was sadness behind it.  Bill has had enumerable health troubles through the years, but especially the last few.  The most important thing to Bill was his family especially his wife and sons and later their families.  He was the adored only child of wonderful parents and the beloved son and brother in-law of his wife’s family.  After so many years as part of our family,  “in-law” is no longer an appropriate description.  But Bill was also as his wife called him “a stubborn old goat!”  How else did he survive all of the health scares of the last several years?  He didn’t really like listening to the doctors unless it was absolutely necessary or if his beloved Anne put her foot down.  I suspect that he didn’t want to leave his wife and sons and grandchildren, and held as long as he could.  I would like to believe that Bill is reunited with his lost son, Alan, his parents, and mother-in-law and my mother.  I’m sure Bill gave her a hard time because she left us too soon. 

Anne & Bill - 2008

Dad and I have decided that we are going to take that piggy bank, empty its contents and cash in the change.  We are then going to pick up Anne and go out to dinner and tell a few stories and reminisce about Bill, Mom and other family members that we’ve lost.  Then we are going to take that piggy bank and put it back in the bathroom.  I’m sure people might wonder about a piggy bank in a place of honor in a bathroom…and when they ask, I’ll be sure to tell them about Uncle Bill!

1940 Laurel Twp, Ashe Co., NC - Penningtons (Part 2)

I’m back on my 1940 Pennington search.  If you would like to read my previous article, go to http://genheirlooms.blogspot.com/2012/04/1940-laurel-twp-ashe-co-nc-penningtons.html - I left off with Page 2A of Laurel township.  As I am looking at Page 2B – there aren’t too many familiar names until I get to the bottom of the page where I find Kirby Pennington.

Kirby Smith Pennington is the 3^rd generation down from Levi Pennington and Elizabeth Henson through his father Melvin and Grandfather John Pennington.  He was married to the much younger Lula Victoria Jones.  She was born about 1906 to John C. Jones and Sallie – now, I don’t have her lineage right now, but the Jones family is also quite prevalent in this area. 

On page 3A – we move on to William Osborne who is married to Vertie Pennington, also the daughter of Melvin Pennington.  This is a great entry because it allows me to fill out names and birth years.  Williard is connected with the big three families in Ashe Co., NC – the Pennington by marriage and the Osbornes, Graybeals, and Estridges in his family background.  Even though I don’t see any other Penningtons on the rest of the page, evidently by notes listed on the far left – most of the information came from a neighbor named Mrs. Rash who supplied the census taker with the data.

It isn’t until the bottom third of the page until I find another familiar name.  Tom L. McCoy is the son of William McCoy and Mary Brown…several of his siblings married Pennington relations.  Near the bottom of the page is William Riley Pennington with his wife, Hattie Edmonson.  William is the grandson of Elijah Ephraim Pennington and Mary Osborne and the great grandson of Levi Pennington and Elizabeth Henson.

Page 4A has several familiar names, but no one I can identify exactly.  There is a widowed Maggie Pennington with son, Ethan…this will lead me into the pursuit to discover who they are.  Near the top of Page 4B is Quincy Williams with wife, Rosa – who is the daughter of Isaac Pennington and Martitia Osborne.  Next is another Jones and Oliver family.  This Oliver family is one of the more well known.  Etta Jane Pennington married James Oliver in 1914 and I believe their oldest daughter is still alive at near 97 years old.  Seeing that Ruth Oliver isn’t listed with her family and knowing that she is married to a Greer, I believe that she is at the top of the page with her husband Russell.   Next is an Eastridge family that is probably connected…but I don’t what it is.  Then comes Mack Farmer who I believe according to another researcher, has the original Levi Pennington home place.  Like many others, if they aren’t connected to the Penningtons, then they are to either the Osbornes or Graybeals, in this case Mack is the son of Emeline Graybeal.

So, ends a journey through another four pages of the Laurel township in Ashe Co., NC in 1940.  There is a reason that I spend so much time looking at peripheral families.   Sometimes my work with these families helps to fill in blanks in some of the other lines that I research.  Between funeral records and census records there is still lots of research to be done. 

My Census Woes...

As most of us genealogy obsessives pour over the 1940 census this past week, I am reminded yet again what a fickle piece of documentation that the census can be for any researcher.  First of all, only heads of the households were written down prior to 1850 until finally that year, the names of everyone in the household was recorded.  Don't get me started on the loss of the 1890 census...could there be a more tragic occurrence for genealogists than the loss of that census.  Then the 1900 was cool because it listed the month and year of birth for each household member,  but that must have been too much trouble to do again because it didn't show up again.  So...here I finally have the 1940 census - in a perfect world, I would find my close family exactly where I think they should be....right???

When I first got access to the census, the newest census that had been released was the 1920 census.  With my new account with Ancestry.com, I innocently thought that I would be able to find my ancestors easily.  My mother’s parent’s families were relatively easy to find.  The Friddle family were still on the home place up on Grouse Flats, Wallowa Co., OR.  The expected members were there:

1920 Census – Grouse Precinct, Wallowa Co., OR, Pg. 3B #37

Mom’s Father’s family – the Tannahills were in Caney, Osage Co., OK…and while the names might not have spelled correctly…they were there.

1920 Census – Dist. 81, Caney, Osage Co., OK, Pg. 7B

So, my next step was to look for my father’s family.  His father lived in Dunn Co., ND – surely that would be easy to find.  Small town and county…but despite looking at each page, there was no U. G. Johnson, Shirlie Johnson or Frank Johnson to be found.  My Dad guessed that they were living down on the Missouri breaks and were just not counted.  So, I had my grandmother left….I found Monona Co., IA and there at the top of 6B on Cooper Township was Ora Gage and wife Florence and son, Orlando…but no Helen Marian Gage.  Surely she should be recorded but no…the census was taken in January and not June…so therefore she wasn’t there.

So, now I start looking through the 1940 census.  As before, I had no problem finding the Friddle family in Lewiston and my mother’s parents were at the top of the page.  I easily found my grandmother Marian this time with her new husband, Frank and father-in-law in Dunn Co., ND.  Now…I would look at the area that I was most familiar with – the Hatter Creek precinct in Latah Co., ID.  This would be the only census where I would find my great grandparents and their children in Hatter Creek.  So, I started going page by page through Princeton, ID and through the Gold Hill area.  Then, I came across the Bear Creek area and finally Hatter Creek.  As I looked for familiar names…I found Oscar Schweder and his wife, Alice.  Now, I knew that they lived just below my great grandparent’s original homestead…but the Gage name was nowhere to be found.  However, my great uncle’s family was recorded there so I thought that I would look for my other great uncle….and his family wasn’t counted either.  I had two great aunts marry into two neighbor’s family on Hatter Creek…and only one of the four families could be found.  Then I wondered if they were there…perhaps they were somewhere else when the census was taken.  So, I asked the people who would know…the ones who should have shown up in that census.  I was assured that they were there…my great aunt told me that she graduated the very next year from high school from Potlatch…and they were living at that location for several more years.

So, I am reminded yet again that census takers weren’t even close to being perfect.  After all, they had missed my family…I can find so many other people in so many other census’ – why not my family.  Just unlucky, I guess J

"How Great Thou Art"

We were a church going family when I was a child.  My mother was deeply involved with singing, playing the organ, and directing the choir and my brothers were altar boys.  I can still remember handing out the programs each Friday for the “Stations of the Cross!”  Our Easter celebrations were a combination of the Easter bunny and colored eggs and the religious celebration of the “Resurrection.”

Each day of Holy Week had some meaning, but the two days that I always remember were “Good Friday” and “Easter Sunday”, and music was big part of both those days.  We had an Irish priest who would put on a bit of a show during mass.  A special inflection when saying certain words…I can always remember in my mind the way get said the word “Golgotha” during the “Stations of the Cross!”  It seemed that my mother always sang “The Old Rugged Cross” on Good Friday.  Even to this day, when I hear that song I think of “Good Friday” and church services. 

Easter 1977- My father, siblings and myself and "Harvey"

That isn’t to say that the whole weekend was just about church.  We would usually decorate our Easter eggs on Saturday and Mom would make sure that all of our Easter outfits were ready to wear.  Usually, my sister and I would have to have our hair put in curlers so we would look our best on Easter morning.  When we got up on Easter morning, we would all run to the kitchen to see what the Easter bunny had left us.  One year, we even got glimpse of the Easter bunny hopping down the street.  It was actually a neighborhood friend – but she certainly made all of the kids in the neighborhood believers that year.  One year, my mother pointed out to me that there was a trail of eggs leading somewhere and that I should see if I could figure out where it led.  I followed them back to my room and found a huge stuffed rabbit sitting in the corner.  Evidently, I didn’t notice it in my haste to run to the kitchen.  Based on Mom’s suggestion, I named him “Harvey” for the tall bunny in the movie of the same name…even though I hadn’t seen it at the time.  After we opened our Easter baskets, we all headed back to our rooms to get ready for church.  We were told to keep our eyes away from the windows…because we weren’t to spoil the Easter bunny’s surprise with where the eggs were hidden.

We were always at church very early.  Mom had to get everything set up and get her choir ready to sing.  Mom always played the organ as people came into the church.  Easter Sunday was always a bid deal and a large mass…but it was always a joyful occasion.  One of my favorite songs that my mother would usually sing as a solo was “How Great Thou Art!”  To this day, it is one of the songs that I associate the most with my mother and very few people can sing it as well as she did.  It wasn’t just the beautiful voice that she had, it was the passion and depth of feeling that she put into her performance.  Mom didn’t become a Catholic until after I was born.  When she did – she devoted herself whole heartedly. 

My mother singing at church.

After church, we went home and did our Easter egg hunt…and checked to make sure that we had collected all the eggs.  No one wanted to find a rotten egg in the heat of the summer.  Then it was time for Mom to begin the process of Easter dinner.  We always had stained deviled eggs and potato salad and usually ham and several other dishes.  My grandparents would come over and we would enjoy our celebration as a family.

We still like to celebrate Easter together as a family.  We lost my mother several years ago as well as her parents.  Usually my father and I join my brother’s family out of town for a wonderful day together.  There are no Easter egg hunts or stained deviled eggs to go along with dinner now…but sometimes there is still candy.  The best gift of all is being together and enjoying each other’s company.  So, I hope that everyone rejoices in whatever way they see fit and gets the opportunity to enjoy family and friends.  On Easter morning, I’ll wake up and in my head I will hear my mother’s glorious voice celebrating her love for God and faith and singing “How Great Thou Art!” and rejoice that I was so lucky to grow up in a family that celebrated their faith and family togetherness!  I wish everyone a joyous and happy Easter!

1940 Laurel Twp, Ashe Co., NC - Penningtons (Part 1)

I have been tracing the Ephraim Pennington through land records, census records and cemetery records from the early 1800s to the present day.  Today, I got my first chance to take a look at the 1940 census through Laurel Twp in Ashe Co., NC.  Most of those still living in Laurel Twp., Ashe Co., NC can trace their families back to John Pennington and Emeline Kilby Pennington, Elijah Ephraim Pennington and Mary Osborne Pennington especially through their sons Isaac and Elijah.  They are all descended through Levi Pennington and Elizabeth Henson Pennington who was probably the oldest son of Ephraim Pennington b. 1769.  While I don’t have the time to peruse the entire census right now…I thought I would offer some information about those in Laurel Township.  Here are a few highlights.

Page 1A

The family of Ephraim Pennington has lived in the Laurel Township in every census from 1850 until 1930.  If you know where and who to look for, you can locate quite a few in this township.  On the very first page of the township, listed as the third family is that of T. W. Pennington also known as Watt Pennington who was the son of John Pennington and Emeline Kilby.  Just previous to the entry of Watt Pennington is that of J.Q. McCoy with his wife, Emma.  Emma was the daughter of Isaac Pennington whose father was Elijah Ephraim Pennington. 

Watt Pennington's house.

Page 1B

James Oliver is the head of one of the first families listed on the second page.  His wife, Birdie Mae is a daughter of Isaac Pennington and listed within their household is Martitia Osborne Pennington, Isaac’s widow.  Next is Roby Wilson Pennington, the son of Eliajah Amons Pennington and with his household is his mother, Polly Jane Osborne Pennington.  Levi Kelly Pennington is listed with his wife, Emma Lewis Pennington – Levi was the son of John Pennington and Emeline Kilby Pennington.  Rhudy Garfield Pennington is listed with his wife Danford and he is another son of Isaac and Martitia Osborne Pennington.  Then comes Nancy Graybeal Pennington, the widow of Melvin Smith Pennington – son of John Pennington and Emeline Kilby Pennington. After them are the parents of Danford Graybeal Pennington (wife of Rhudy Pennington).

Page 2A

I’m sure the Graybeals and Osborne’s listed at the beginning of this page are somehow connected…but I am not sure of their branch on the family tree, however the next name is recognizable.  Jesse Allen is a son of Tishia Louisa Pennington Allen who was a sister of Isaac and Elijah Amons Pennington – all three were children of Elijah Ephraim Pennington and Mary Osborne.   Clint Pennington is Elijah Clinton Pennington – a son of Isaac Pennington and Martitia Osborne and his third wife, Lillie Jones Pennington and their five children. At the bottom of the page is Freelis S. Owens with his wife, Ollie Pennington Owens, the daughter of Melvin Smith Pennington and Nancy Graybeal and granddaughter of John Pennington and Emeline Kilby.

In the few minutes that I just spent on a few pages of the 1940 census, I was able to fill in several birthdates that had previously been after 1930 as well as added a few children that I didn’t have.  This short exercise shows the promise of census records.  If you have a family group that has stayed in the same region for a long period of time, you can build a family tree using census records and cemetery records.  Those two types of records are extremely valuable in piecing together the threads of families who have lived in Laurel Township, Ashe Co., NC.

The Dollar-Tucker Branch

William Henry Dollar and Jennie Sparks had 9 children, 8 of whom lived to adulthood.  They had five sons and 3 daughters.  The oldest daughter, Mary Jane Dollar was born 14 Feb 1845 in Ashe Co., NC and she died 20 Jul 1876 in Ashe Co., NC a few months after the birth of her youngest son.  Mary Jane married Moses Tucker on 17 Nov 1869.  Within a year, their first son, Worth, was born and then Loretta, Florence and Lillard Tucker soon followed.  The youngest Dillard was born on 6 Mar 1876 and he died three weeks later on 28 Mar 1876.  After the birth of her youngest child, Mary Jane was in poor health after the birth and death of her youngest child.  Mary Jane’s sister, Emeline, came to live with them and help take care of the children while she was sick.  As my great grandmother told the story, Mary Jane died and they buried her and he then married Emeline on the way home, because it wasn’t proper to have an unmarried woman in the house.  It is obvious that this story was wrong, because Moses Tucker married Emeline on 26 Oct 1876 several months after Mary Jane’s death.  However, I imagine that it was a story told my great grandmother’s grandfather who raised her.  I’m not sure that Monroe Dollar was happy that his younger sister married her sister’s widower so quickly after he sister’s death.   There were four small children that needed to be taken care of and I’m sure Moses had to spend most of his time working to support his family. 

Mary Jane Dollar

Emeline Dollar

Moses Tucker

Emeline Dollar was only a year younger than her sister and 30 years old when she married Moses Tucker.  They started having children very quickly and by the time of November 1890, she had had six more children.  A few years later, Moses Tucker and Emeline met Mormon missionaries and were converted and soon left for Utah.  I believe that they left sometime around 1892.  That must have been quite a trek from North Carolina to Utah in the early 1890’s.  I have to wonder if trains were available or if they traveled by wagon.  The trip was probably completed on both modes of transportation.  Moses and Emeline settled in Cleveland, Emery Co., UT.  Emeline’s mother died in 1893 and soon after her father traveled out from North Carolina to join them in Utah.  I’m told that he, too, converted to Mormonism before he died on 31 August, 1895. 

Moses Tucker didn’t live to be all that old of a man – I’m told that he died as the result of a horse who ran over him on 16 December 1905.  By the time that he died, all of his oldest children were married with families of their own.  Only the youngest four were unmarried.  Emeline was in Emery Co., UT in 1920 and Salt Lake City, UT in 1930.  By the time of her death in 1938, she was living in Marley, Lincoln Co., ID.  I assume that she must have moved in with her children and was probably living with her oldest daughter, Ida, when she died.  Emeline lived to be the longest lived of her siblings at 92 years of age.  (Her brother James Madison Dollar lived to be 83 years old.)  With exception of James Madison Dollar and John Wesley Dollar - she had no living siblings after 1908. 

It is interesting to me to note that my great grandmother came out west in 1910 and lived many miles away from her aunt without knowing her location.  I’m sure that their conversion and trek out west was fraught with many hardships.  It is never easy to start a new life in a new place….nor is it easy to be considered outsiders in a place that you might consider home.  I suspect that is the reason why many of those who converted to Mormonism moved to Utah and Idaho – there were a lot of converts who had also made the move.  I understand that a few of the Tucker children went back to Ashe Co., NC to visit family and their ancestral home.  I have to say that a large chunk of the descendants of William Henry Dollar and Jane Sparks are descendants of Moses Tucker through his marriages to the two Dollar sisters.

Descendants of Moses Tucker

Generation No. 1

1.  MOSES² TUCKER  (BENJAMIN¹) was born 14 Feb 1847 in Yadkin Co., NC, and died 16 Dec 1905 in Cleveland, Emery Co., UT.  He married (1) MARY JANE DOLLAR 17 Nov 1869 in Ashe Co., NC, daughter of WILLIAM DOLLAR and JANE SPARKS.  She was born 14 Feb 1845 in Ashe Co., NC, and died 20 Jul 1876 in Ashe Co., NC.  He married (2) EMELINE DOLLAR 26 Oct 1876 in Ashe Co., NC, daughter of WILLIAM DOLLAR and JANE SPARKS.  She was born Mar 1846 in North Fork, Ashe Co., NC, and died 15 Jun 1938 in Marley, Lincoln Co., ID.

     

Children of MOSES TUCKER and MARY DOLLAR are:

               i.   WORTH³ TUCKER, b. 30 Nov 1870, Ashe Co., NC; d. 05 Nov 1927, Livingston, Park Co., MT; m. FLORENCE ABBY PULSIPHER, 22 May 1895, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT; b. 08 Dec 1878, Windsor Castle, Mohave Co., AZ; d. 11 Apr 1951, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT.

              ii.   LORETTA TUCKER, b. 12 Jan 1872, Washington Co., VA; d. 03 Mar 1966, Oakland, Alameda Co., CA; m. MARTIN PETER JOHNSON, 29 Dec 1896, Price, Carbon Co., UT; b. 06 Oct 1871, Levan, Juab Co., UT; d. 06 Mar 1948, Oakland, Alameda Co., CA.

             iii.   FLORENCE TUCKER, b. 29 Sep 1873, Ashe Co., NC; d. 11 Jun 1939; m. NEILS MATHIS JOHNSON, 06 Dec 1899, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT; b. 27 Sep 1875, Spring City, Sanpete Co., UT; d. 17 Sep 1932.

             iv.   LILLARD TUCKER, b. 25 Dec 1874, Ashe Co., NC; d. 08 Feb 1919, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT; m. MARTHA MAPLE ATWOOD, 05 Apr 1905, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., UT; b. 09 Apr 1888, Salem, Salt Lake Co., UT; d. 08 Sep 1972.

              v.   DILLARD TUCKER, b. 06 Mar 1876, Ashe Co., NC; d. 28 Mar 1876, Ashe Co., NC.

     

Children of MOSES TUCKER and EMELINE DOLLAR are:

             vi.   IDA³ TUCKER, b. 07 Jun 1878, Big Branch, Ashe Co., NC; d. 21 Feb 1941, Marley, Lincoln Co., ID; m. LOUIS JACOB JOHNSON, 27 Dec 1897, Price, Carbon Co., UT; b. 06 Oct 1873, Spring City, Sanpete Co., UT; d. 03 Dec 1952.

            vii.   BENJAMIN TUCKER, b. 23 Apr 1881, Ashe Co., NC; d. 26 Oct 1906, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT; m. FLORENCE WARD, 25 Nov 1901, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT; b. 27 Mar 1882, Staffordshire, England; d. 15 Nov 1968, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT.

            viii.   MOSES TUCKER, JR., b. 07 Nov 1883, Ashe Co., NC; d. 19 Jan 1977, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT; m. FLORENCE WARD, 23 Jun 1908, Price, Carbon Co., Utah; b. 27 Mar 1882, Staffordshire, England; d. 15 Nov 1968, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT.

             ix.   WILLIAM TUCKER, b. 19 Jan 1886, Ashe Co., NC; d. 27 Jan 1983, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., UT; m. (1) KATIE SOPHIA RILEY, 19 Nov 1908, Huntington, Emery Co., UT; b. 29 Sep 1890, Huntington, Emery Co., UT; d. 23 Feb 1913, Huntington, Emery Co., UT; m. (2) EFFIE ARVILLA HANSON, 24 Dec 1934, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., UT; b. 13 Oct 1905, Cleveland, Emery Co., UT; d. 24 May 1991, Holladay, Salt Lake Co., UT.

              x.   JENNIE TUCKER, b. 17 Apr 1888, Ashe Co., NC; d. 21 Oct 1966; m. (1) JOSEPH BURGESS MEEKS, 01 Jan 1907, Huntington, Emery Co., UT; b. 17 Mar 1882, Thurber, UT; d. 27 Feb 1932, Huntington, Emery Co., UT; m. (2) HOMER FRANCIS ADAMS, 27 Feb 1925, Price, Carbon Co., UT.

             xi.   ANDREW MASON TUCKER, b. 23 Nov 1890, Ashe Co., NC; d. 22 Jul 1975, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., UT; m. (1) MALINDA JENSEN, 08 Jan 1912, Price, Carbon Co., UT; m. (2) FLORENCE ISABELL GUYMON, 26 Sep 1919, Provo, Utah Co., UT.

 Note:  Pictures are from Richard Tucker - a descendant of Moses Tucker and Emeline Dollar