John Macomber & Mary Brownell Davol

Macomber is one of those names that I came across fairly early in my genealogical research.  Ruth Macomber was married to William Gage and the mother of Potter Gage of whom I wrote about earlier.  She was one of 16 children and was the daughter of John Macomber and Mary Brownell Davol. 

 

John Macomber was born on 26 Dec 1734 in Dartmouth, Bristol Co., MA to William J. Macomber and Lydia Tripp.  John Macomber married Mary Brownell Davol probably around 1759 as the first of their children were born the next year.  He served in the Revolutionary War on the Massachusetts line.  You might say that John Macomber lived during possibly one of the most important time periods of United States history in possibly one of the most active historical locations. His ancestors had been among the earliest settlers in America, from the Macombers in the early 1600’s in Massachusetts or the Tripps in Rhode Island.   After the Revolutionary War, John Macomber is still recorded in Massachusetts in the first national census of 1790.  However, a short time later, he left Massachusetts for New York State.  John Macomber died at the family farm in Dutchess Co., NY on 13 Apr 1802, living just nine days longer than his wife.

Like her husband, Mary Brownell Davol was born in Massachusetts.   She was born about 1745 probably around Dartmouth, MA.  She was the daughter of Silas Davol, Sr and Mary Wilbore.  The Davol name is spelled several ways…sometimes it is Devol and sometimes Duel.  It makes it an interesting line to research.   Her earliest Davol ancestor, William, probably arrived sometime after his marriage to Elizabeth Isabel Anderson in 1639.  Mary’s earliest Wilbore ancestor in America was William Wilbore who probably arrived sometime before 1653 when he married Martha Holmes in Rhode Island.  Mary died on 4 Apr 1802 in Dutchess Co., NY.

Mary Brownell Davol and John Macomber are another one of the examples of my family lines that originated in New England and moved to New York.  All of these New England families moved from places like Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Rhode Island and arrived in New York sometime around 1790 – give or take a few years. 

I have no idea where John and Mary are buried for sure…the family farm in Dutchess Co., NY is an ambiguous location at best.  Perhaps a cemetery still exists…and perhaps not.  After 200 years, it is unlikely that I will ever know.  It is obvious that when they moved to New York that they lived in close proximity to a few families.   The surnames of Gage, Mosher, and Hammond are prominent in the Macomber spouses. Here is a list of their children:

• Patience Macomber b. 29 Apr 1760 d. 10 Aug 1833 m. Caleb Palmer
• Child Macomber b. 14 Dec 1761 d. 28 Feb 1763
• Child Macomber b. 19 Mar 1763 d. 14 Apr 1763
• Wesson Macomber b. 12 Mar 1764 d. 1814 Grand Isle, VT m Mary Mosher
• Hannah Macomber b. 18 Nov 1765 d. 30 Apr 1816 m. Moses Gaige (brother of William Gage)
• John Macomber b. 6 Oct 1767 d. 28 Jul 1842 m. Mary Briggs
• Mary Macomber b.  2 Jul 1769 d. 12 May 1801 m. Simeon Gage (brother of William Gage)
• Lydia Macomber b. 14 Nov 1771 d. ? m. Abraham Mosher
• Ruth Macomber b. 9 Oct 1773 d. 1844 m. William Gage (my 5^th Great Grandparents)
• Benjamin Macomber b. 2 Jun 1775 d. 1857 m. Mercy Gage (sister of William Gage)
• Zilla Macomber b. 6 Mar 1777 d. Feb 1860 m. Perry Potter
• Sarah Macomber b. 11 Oct 1778 d. 27 Apr 1864 m. Esock Wilbore
• Jeremiah Macomber b. 31 Mar 1781 d. ? m. ? Allen
• Joseph Macomber b. 14 Jun 1783 d. 21 Nov 1859 m. Maria Hammond m2. Elizabeth Thompson
• Margaret Macomber b. 8 Sep 1785 d. ? m. Eliakim Hammond
• Phebe Macomber b. 19 Jul 1787 d. abt 1846 d. Abraham Davis

 

Grave of William Gage and Ruth Macomber at Knox Cemetery, Knox, NY

Cynthia Swan & Potter Gage

Cynthia Swan and Potter Gage are my 4th great grandparents.  I first saw their names in a Gage genealogy that my great grandparents had.  I think that they got the book in the late 1960's and as a child, the book drew me in to doing my first genealogical pursuit through the pages of a book.

Cynthia Swan Gage's gravestone - Knox Cemetery, Knox, NY

Cynthia Swan was born 26 July 1801 in Knox, Albany Co., NY.  She was the daughter of Nathaniel Swan and Harriet Shutter.  Nathaniel Swan was born in Stonington, New London Co., CT and probably came to the New York area sometime before 1800 as that was when he married Harriet Shutter.   Since his father, Jesse Swan died in 1803 in Berne, Albany Co., NY - I think that I can make the assumption that they moved to New York sometime after 1787.  I know that my Gallup family immigrated from Connecticut about the same time, so it leads me to believe that they probably immigrated around the same time.  On the other hand, Harriet Shutter was born about 1779 in New York.  She was the daughter of Abraham Shutter and Geetruy or Catharina Salsbury.  Those names suggest a Dutch ancestry which is not unexpected.  So, like most of my New York ancestry...there is a mix of those originally from New England and Dutch and German.

Potter Gage's gravestone - Knox Cemetery, Knox, NY

Potter Gage was born 25 Dec 1798 in Knox, Albany Co., NY.  He was the son of William Gage and Ruth Macomber.   William Gage was born in Duanesburg, Schenectady Co., NY and he was the first generation of the Gage's who had left Dutchess Co., NY and perhaps their Quaker heritage.  The story is that there was a falling out in the family and some supported the Tories during the Revolutionary War and other supported the colonists...and this is why the name change occurred.  There are some who added an "i" in their name so the spelling was changed to Gaige.  Potter's mother, Ruth Macomber, was born 9 Oct 1773 in Dutchess Co., NY as the daughter of John Macomber and Mary Brownell Davol.  Both of Ruth's parents came from Massachusetts and both maternal and paternal lines had been in New England for multiple generations.  Ruth was one of 16 children who were born from 1760 to 1787.

Cynthia Swan and Potter Gage married about 1822 in Knox, Albany Co., NY.  She and Potter Gage were the parents of eleven children from 1823 to 1840, including a set of twins, one of whom was my 3rd great grandfather.  Cynthia and Potter were the first of their families to have been born, married and lived their lives in Knox, NY.  Cynthia died at the age of 62.  Five years later, Potter Gage married Elizabeth Potter (name similarity is kind of ironic) and Potter lived to the age of 84 when he died on 16 Mar 1883 in Knox, Albany Co., NY.

My Great grandfather, Ora Silas Gage left New York state in 1908 at the age of 15 when his parents died within days of each other.  During the entire of the 19th century, the Gage family lived in Knox, Albany Co., NY.

Here is a list of the family of Cynthia Swan and Potter Gage:

• Emily Gage b. 4 Jun 1823 d. 17 Nov 1893 m. Peter Swan
• Charles Gaige b. 8 Dec 1824 d. 7 Jul 1914 m. Hannah M. Tompkins
• Gilbert Gage b. 8 Dec 1824 d. 8 Aug 1894 m. Phoebe Allen
• Harriet Gage b. 12 Jan 1826 d. 12 Aug 1874 m. Jacob Auchenpaugh
• Mary Ann Gage b. 15 Apr 1830 d. aft 1910 m. William Van Allen
• Susan Gage b. 14 Feb 1832 d. 24 Dec 1914 m. Edward M VanAuken
• Ezra Minor Gage b. 18 Apr 1833 d. 26 Mar 1823 m. Nancy Van Auken
• Jane A Gage b. 27 Jun 1834 aft 1900 m. John E Soley
• Hiram Potter Gage b. 25 Aug 1835 d. 10 Sep 1894 m. Martha Bronk
• William Gage b. 19 Sep 1837 d. 8 Mar 1910 m.. Julia Davis
• Juliette Gage b. 28 Aug 1840 d. 18 Dec 1876 unmarried

Gage Trio - Potter and Cynthia's gravestone with their unmarried daughter, Juliette

A Jones Wall

You might say that I have three of the worst surnames to try and research – Johnson, Smith and Jones My Johnson line is probably the most significant because it is my own surname and we have pretty good proof that the line connects with a famous ancestor, President Andrew Johnson.  Although, I must feel that I felt an even more significant connection on the day that I stood on the land that my 3^rd Great Grandfather settled on near Hampton, TN.  My Smith line is also interesting with a fascinating ancestor like Jacob Cunningham Smith – I feel like there is still a lot to learn about them.  However, I feel like there is hope to discover something new on both of these lines.  I don’t have quite the same faith in my Jones line.

My grandfather died at the young age of 35 in a hunting accident and his grandfather also died at the young age of 34, just 10 days before his youngest son was born.  I don’t know what he died of – possibly pneumonia or a farming accident of some kind.  However, I know that he left his widow with two small young boys and heavily pregnant with another son.  Almira or Elmira (I’ve seen it spelled both ways) was born in 1850 in Van Buren Co., IA.  She married John Lyons Tannahill on 22 Dec 1866 when she was 16 years old.  They had a young baby born just about 9 months after their wedding who died either at birth or shortly thereafter.  Just a year later on 10 Aug 1868, Elmira gave birth to Samuel Oliver Tannahill and on 2 July 1871 she gave birth to George William Tannahill.  Elmira and John Lyons Tannahill moved sometime after George’s birth to Chautauqua Co. KS along with Elmira’s parents, Henry Valentine Jones and Huldah Harrington.  On 19 Apr 1873, Elmira became a widow at the age of 23, and on 28 Apr 1873, she gave birth to her third son, John Lyons Tannahill, my great grandfather.

Elmira Jones Tannahill Pennell

Elmira Jones eventually remarried to Samuel Pennell in 1875 in Kansas.  They had seven more children and it is interesting to note that while most of them stayed  the Oklahoma-Kansas area, several traveled north to live in the Lewiston, Idaho area.  When Almira’s brother, George Washington Jones moved to Southwick, two of his sisters followed suit as did his Tannahill nephews.

Sam Tannaill & John Lyons Tannahill

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It is easy to find information on the parents of Elmira – since she is recorded with her parents in the 1850 and 1860 census records.  Finding additional information of their ancestry has definitely been problematic.  Several years ago, I received a copy of some research that was done by Eldora Garlinghouse.  It turned out that her husband’s mother was Elmira’s niece through her brother, George Washington Jones.  The notes that she had made were really invaluable.   It allowed me to build a database built around the Jones family…and I must say it hasn’t been easy.

Henry Valentine Jones

Henry Valentine Jones was born on 14 Feb 1827 somewhere in OH.  According to the notes by Mrs. Garlinghouse, he was the son of Henry Washington Jones.  I have a name of Susan Turner as the potential mother of Henry Valentine Jones.  However, I have found nothing that directly connects Henry Valentine Jones with Henry Washington Jones or Susan Turner.  In fact, I have never been able to figure out when Henry might have lived in Ohio.  There are a multitude of Henry Jones and you can’t be sure which one is a connection.  Henry married Huldah Harrington on 19 Dec 1847 in Van Buren Co., IA.  They were the parents of:

• George Washington Jones m. Eliza Jane Briscoe m2 Harriet Mae Yates
• Almira Jones m John Lyons Tannahill m Samuel Pennell
• Jacob Jones d. young
• Henry Valentine Jones m. Aunt Duck (only name that I have)
• Edwin B. Jones d. after 1870
• Mary Alice Jones m.  Francis Marion Thompson
• Sarah Frances Jones m. William Martius Blackington m.2, George T Hicks

George’s family ended up near Southwick, ID (near Lewiston, ID) as did Mary Alice Jones and her family and Sarah Frances Jones.  As with many families, when one family migrates somewhere – it doesn't seem long until other family members follow along.

Henry Valentine Jones and Huldah Harrington both lived out the remainder of their lives in Chautauqua Co., KS  Huldah died in in 1898 and Henry died in 1904.  It seems that no matter what I have tried, I have never been able to figure out exactly who and where Henry’s family came from.  I know that he was born in Ohio and immigrated to Iowa at a pretty young age.  He also married someone whose family had also come from Ohio, suggesting that there might have been a connection between the families.  Really the only thing that I have ever read that suggests where the Jones family was a biography that was published in an early local history that was about a “Who’s Who” of the region.  It stated that Samuel Tannahill’s family came from Wales I have no idea if that was something that made up of if it has some kernel of the truth.

I feel as if I have made a lot of progress on Almira’s family and their descendants, but I wonder if I ever will make any progress on their ancestry.  

There seems to be too many strikes against me to make much progress.  I don’t have specific locations previous to Van Buren Co., IA, I can’t be sure that Henry Valentines’ father was Henry Washington Jones nor do I have a clear view of who is siblings or mother might have been.  They weren't wealthy enough to leave documentary tracks beyond the standard census records.  So even though I continue to pound on that brick wall – I wonder if I ever will make progress on my Jones wall!

  

The Consumptive Disease

About six months ago, I came across a database online that had information about one of my family lines that I had been searching for years.  My great grandmother was the daughter of Buena Vista Bailey (A Life Too Short) and I knew very little beyond her.  Buena Vista died at the age of 21 years old, just a few short months after my great grandmother’s birth.  All I knew about her mother was that her name was Margaret.  This database that I located online not only had Buena Vista – but the full name of her mother as well….Mary Marguerite Church.

I must admit that it was quite a discovery, and I gained a lovely cousin and friend as well.  However, a picture started to emerge of Buena Vista’s family that started me wondering about something else.    Mary Marguerite Church was born 16 Jun 1845 probably in Watauga Co., NC as the daughter of Noah Howard Church and Asinth “Jencie” Irena McCall.  She married Jasper Bailey probably around 1868 and had her first child soon after, Colorado “Collie” Bailey born in 1869 and then Buena Vista in 1872, John W. in 1873 and Ninevah Frank b. 1876.  Mary Marguerite Church died at the young age of 32 years of age.  According to a letter that my Bailey cousin had, she died of tuberculosis also known as consumption.  Not only did she have tuberculosis but so did her daughter Colorado and son Frank.

Colorado “Collie” married Asbury Reid and moved to Illinois and had several children but had to move to Colorado because of the drier climate.  She tried to go back to Illinois, but couldn't take the climate and her husband didn’t want to live in Colorado so they eventually divorced.  Collie remarried and lived to ripe old age of 97 which is shocking.  To be so sick with tuberculosis that you couldn't live in one area of the country but you could survive to an old age in another part of the country is surprising.  Her brother Frank is found living with Collie and her husband in the 1930 census, but he dies about a year later at the age of 55.

So this leads me back to Buena Vista Bailey, my great grandmother’s mother.  I've always wondered what she died of exactly.  My great grandmother was born in late January and it wasn't until April that Buena Vista died.  I've never really heard of a cause of death except that she never recovered from childbirth.  This makes me wonder if her death cause was in fact, tuberculosis.
  

When I was 19, my step grandfather was in the hospital during the late stages of Alzheimer.  During the last three weeks of his life, they had to move him to a different hospital because they had diagnosed him with tuberculosis of the brain.   They moved him to the different hospital so he could be under ultraviolet light which helped treat the condition.  When he died a few weeks later, he had a nice healthy tan.  I found out at that point that most people of a certain age had been exposed to tuberculosis and that it could rear its ugly head almost at any point.  I also found that everyone in my family had to be tested to see if we had been infected …thankfully, none of us were.  That understanding of the disease makes me question whether tuberculosis is what killed Buena Vista Bailey at the young age of 21.  She could have been week from childbirth and became ill with the tuberculosis that was so prevalent in her family.

The new information about the Bailey family has opened up a whole new set of questions – most of which will probably never be answered.  There are a lot of theories that could be spelled out such as the belief that tuberculosis might have been prevalent in the Church family since several of Mary Marguerite’s seemed to die at a young age.  Perhaps it all can be explained by the facts that my ancestors lived in a rough and unsanitary time with little to no positive prognosis for anyone who developed tuberculosis.  Collie was unusual in that she lived to be 97 years old – I think it is much more common for tuberculosis victims to live much shorter lives…which could explain Buena Vista’s death at 21 and her mother’s at 32.  

Grandpa's Glasses

Frank Stewart Johnson - About 1975

I have never forgotten that September day in 1975.  I was home from school sick…which was a pretty rare occurrence.  Mom had me ensconced on the couch with a blanket and a glass of squirt when the phone rang.  I could tell from Mom’s face that it was bad news.  She did something that I had never seen her do…she called my Dad out at work.  About a half hour later, Dad was home and they were packing getting ready to leave.  My Dad’s father had died that morning and the only thing that my parents were thinking about was getting to Canby, OR as fast as they could, so they could be with my grandmother.  Plans were made for my great uncle to bring us down the next day, but they never came to fruition.  I think I went to the neighbors and within a short amount of time, Mom and Dad were on the road to Oregon.

I was only 8 years old when Grandpa Frank died.  I’m not sure that I really understood the concept that much, but I knew from the look on my parent’s faces that it was bad.  I really had only been around him a handful of times in my short life that I remembered.  My most vivid memories of him involve candy and peeling an orange.  I can remember on one occasion when we were visiting my grandparents that we had to go to the store for something.  Once we arrived, my grandfather handed the list to my father and took my hand and took me over to the barrels of penny candy.  He patiently helped me pick out a very personal bag of candy of all of my favorites and another bag for my siblings.  I felt special though…I had my own special bag.  I think that all of Grandpa Frank’s grandchildren got the lesson of peeling an orange.  We would sit on the floor by the coffee table while he rolled the orange around to soften the peel and then would peel the orange in one long peel.  To this day, when I smell a freshly peeled orange, I still think of my grandfather.

Once my parents arrived in Canby, OR, my father dove into the process to help my grandmother deal with the numerous details concerning a funeral service.  When my Grandmother, Dad and his sisters saw Grandpa Frank, they all agreed that he didn’t quite look right.  They decided that it must be the glasses.  So, a trip was made home to collect his glasses which were always on top of the fridge.  The glasses were added and he looked better…but still not quite right.  But that was the way it was going to have to be.  The next day dawned and the funeral was held.  I don’t think that there were many of my Grandpa Frank’s family members there, except his sister – since most of them lived in North Dakota.  However, my Grandmother’s family showed up in force. 

Taken at Grandpa Frank's Funeral - Left to Right - Shirley, Fran, Grandma Marian, Gene, Mary Kay & Anne

Later that afternoon, Dad, his sisters and their spouses sat around the kitchen table with Grandma, talking about the service and I supposed what needed to be done.  As it was time for my Uncle Karl and Aunt Shirley to depart, Karl walked over to the refrigerator and took his glasses down from the top and placed them on his face.  Within a few moments, everyone realized that there was a reason that those glasses hadn't looked quite right – they were Karl’s.  Uncle Karl still says to this day, that Grandpa Frank pulled one over on him.  I suppose it was just the funny coincidence that was needed so everyone could get a good laugh.

Back in 2006, Grandma made the decision to move Grandpa Frank and his sister, Mary up to Freeze Cemetery.  So, they were exhumed and cremated and brought up to Idaho for a gathering to bury them in a cemetery that was not that far from the home where Grandma and Grandpa raised their children.  I can remember joking with Karl that we could still get his glasses back.  We had to explain to some family members what had happened – and once again everyone had a good laugh about how Uncle Karl’s glasses were buried with Grandpa Frank.  

Taken in 1972 - Grandma & Grandpa in the back - Russ, Chris, Gwenda and myself (Carmen ) in the front!

Goodbye Aunt Mary Kay

Mary Kay - Graduation - 1962

We lost my aunt Mary Kay a few days ago to cancer.  It seems that cancer has taken far too many of our family members lately…but since we are from a large family – we must remember that with great blessings comes loss as well. 

My grandparents Frank Stewart Johnson and Helen Marian Gage were married in 1939 and by January 1946, they had had five children.  My father was the oldest and the only son (b. 1940) and then four daughters followed:  Shirley in 1941, Anne in 1942, Mary Kay in 1944 and Frances in 1946.  The longest distance between children was between Anne and Mary Kay – and while it might not seem that significant to most…it was definitive gap.  I’m sure when they were small that it must have felt like Dad, Shirley and Anne were almost “the three musketeers!” My grandparents had moved to North Dakota when they had married and their first three children were born there.  They came out to Idaho in early 1943 in the dead of winter.  I have often thought that it must have been difficult for my great grandmother not to get her hands on her first three grandchildren until they were a bit older.  Grandma Gage got to take care of those three grandchildren when their mother went to the hospital in Moscow, ID and had Mary Kay.  I’m sure it was a special occasion when Grandma Marian could present her newborn daughter to her mother.   

Mary Kay with her father, Frank Johnson

I can remember my Grandma Marian saying Gene, Shirley and Anne then the little girls.  I know from my own perspective as being the youngest of four, I used to feel left behind because I wasn’t quite old enough to feel included. 

Back Row - Gene & Shirley -
Front Frances, Mary Kay & Anne

Left to Right - Frances, Shirley, Mary Kay, Anne & Gene - Marian behind

I have often thought that Mary Kay must have felt that way – plus she was a sickly child and wasn’t able to play and do as much as her siblings.  Plus her younger sister was tomboy with a “large” personality and Mary Kay didn’t quite fit in with her.  It didn’t help that by the time she was seven or eight years old my Dad and Shirley spent a lot of time out working and she spent very little time with them.  They were all out of the house and married by the time Mary Kay was 13 years old.  It might have been easier to have the older siblings around since Mary Kay and her younger sister, Fran fought like cats and dogs.  They were supposed to do the dishes together after meals and quite often, my grandmother had to separate them.  In fact, I don’t think that they got along well until they were adults.  After my grandmother moved to Lewiston, ID from Canby, OR in 2001, I think that Frances and Mary Kay became as close as two sisters could be and were the best of friends.  It is amazing what time and love can do for a sibling relationship.

In many ways, Mary Kay was the most adventurous of her family.  She alone traveled outside of the Pacific Northwest as she joined the Air Force and later the National Guard.  She had experiences and met people that her siblings never had.  I don’t think that her life was easy and like most of us, she made some good and bad choices.  I know that towards the end of her life, her family became even more important to her.  Mary Kay enjoyed camping and fishing and made a point to come up to Idaho to go camping with her sister up on the Lochsa at Powell Ranger Station.  I don’t think that she had missed many of the bi-annual family reunions during the past 20 years and it was extremely important to her to not miss the one this past summer.

Despite being very weak and showing the ravages of cancer treatment, Mary Kay sat at a table with her children and grandchildren surrounding her.  I think that I will always think of the expression of peace and pride that I saw on her face.  In my mind’s eye, I think that I will remember Aunt Mary Kay sitting in her chair out by her Motor Home enjoying her morning coffee and the loving attention of her dog talking to each family member as they walked past.  Mornings on Hatter Creek were like that during family reunions – it was those quiet times when we would meet each other on our way to somewhere else.  I would like to think that Mary Kay was welcomed by her beloved parents and grandparents and when we have our next family reunion, she will join the others looking down with peace and pride at their family.  Mary Kay was a beloved mother, grandmother, sister, cousin, and niece to the many members of a large family, and she will be missed and well-remembered.

Taken in 2011 - Frances, Anne, Marian, Gene, Mary Kay & Shirley

Gallup Family Portrait

When I first started researching the Gallup family, I had a list of names that belonged to my great great grandmother's siblings.  However, I never had faces to put to the names.  A cousin gave me a copy of this photo several years ago, and since then I have seen many photos of these family members. 

I believe that this photo was taken around 1915 or so and most certainly taken in or near Lyons, Burt Co., NE.  Here are the cast of characters...

Back Row:  Irena Gallup (m. Frank King) , Hugh Gallup, Alice Gallup (m. Win Grenier), George Gallup, Everett Henry Gallup
Front Row:   Elizabeth Gallup (m. John Hanson) , Albert Burlingame Gallup, Phoebe Montanye Gallup, and Fanny Gallup (m. Theodore Robinson, Cyrus Montanye, & Henry Tabor)

Not pictured are Helen Gallup m. Joseph Brown - see below (Helen is at the top with daughter Helen Brown Noonan and her two children)  Phoebe Montanye Gallup on the right.

 



 

I don't have a photo of Allen Gallup who lived in New York, but below is  photo of my great great grandmother and her children. I would estimate that both photographs were taken around 1896.  The two children are the twins, Peter Z. Gage and Phebe Margaret Gage - the small boy is my great grandfather Ora Silas Gage and the baby is Alice Irene Gage and also Orlando Gage is in the top picture.

 

This Gallup lineage is as follows:

Edith Phoebe Gallup m. Orlando Gage
Silas Gallup m. Phoebe Ann Montanye
Ebenezer Gallup m. Susan Harden
Silas Gallup m. Sarah Gallup
Nathaniel Gallup m. Hannah Gore & Nathan Gallup m. Sarah Giddings
Nathaniel Gallup m. Margaret Gallup & Benadam Gallup Jr m. Eunice Cobb
John Gallup III m. Elizabeth Harris & Benadam Gallup m. Esther Prentice
John Gallup m. Hannah Anna Lake (John Gallup III and Benadam are brothers)
John Gallop m. Christobel Bruschett

John Gallop and Christobel Bruschett are my 10th great grandparents and were the immigrants to the New World...

The pictures above are the best photos that I have of my great great grandmother's family.  They have a long history in this country arriving in Boston in 1630 then moving to Connecticut and later New York and finally immigrating to Nebraska in the 1880's.