Luella Mattson, Homecoming Attendant. 1955/56 School Year.

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Hello Everyone!
How about a bit of Autumn Spearfish High School Football! Its school year 1955/56. Its homecoming. Luella is a senior. She moved to Spearfish a year earlier so she was considered the 'new girl' in town. An announcement is made over the school's intercom. Elections were to be held for Homecoming Queen.

On election day everyone in the High School voted. The results were kept secret until a few days before the Pageant. Three young ladies made the first cut. Luella was one of them. She was shocked, considering this was her second year at Spearfish High. The Queen was announced and crowned during the Pageant.

Luella looks a bit disappointed in this picture taken right after the Queen was announced and ascended to the throne. The guy beside her doesn't seem too upset. He's happy to be right where he is :)

Working as a waitress at the Valley Cafe was one of the reasons Luella was well known in the Spearfish of the mid 1950's. She worked for .50 cents an hour and of course got to keep the tips. She remembers the tips were always good. She had a smile for everyone and took an interest in them. Of course her good looks were the other reason she was elected to the Queen's Court. In fact, the very doctor that delivered our cousin Kirk used to visit the Cafe regularly and always made it a point to tell everyone that Luella was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Although she hates to admit it, Luella enjoyed the attention.

Grandma Violet colored this picture herself by hand. It was originally black and white.

This picture was taken at the homecoming game. The Queen's Court rode around the field at half time in the convertible. Number 42 "Albert", the quarterback, got to give the Queen a hug.

There you have it folks, Luella, as a High School Senior and real heart throb, in a 1950's sort of way.

Simply,
Victor

Our Privateer / PIrate 7th Great Grandfather. (Williamson Line)

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Hello Williamsons,
I spent a few hours research records along our line today on Ancestry.Com. Again, I'm trying to get the parents of Bennett Willis figured out. There are a few discrepancies according to which source I'm looking at but as I said in a different post the majority seem to favor the one detailed on Ancestry.com. If that being true then today we have the pleasure of meeting our 7th Great Grandparents, Major and Mrs Thomas Jones.

Relationship Chart

7th Great Grandparents
Thomas Jones and Freelove Townsend
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William Jones and Phoebe Jackson
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Sarah Jones and John Willis
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Bennett Willis and Catherine Nosseman
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Jonathan Willis - Anabella Phlegar
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Margaret Ann Willis - George Matthew Williamson
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William J. Williamson - Effie Helen Victor
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Vennie,Ima Della,Inez,Lillie Ethel,Josie,Emmett,Walt,Charles,Maurice.
to
Us

The following is a life sketch written by Eric Usinger and edited for interest's sake to make it a quicker read.

The Old Haunted Massapequa Brick House

For over one hundred and fifty years there was an old brick house that stood on a large tract of land known as Fort Neck in Massapequa. People today would know the area as Merrick Road, just across the street from the Massapequa Preserve. But back in the early nineteenth century, it was known as the haunted house sitting just west of the pirate's grave.

In Denton's History of New York, written at the turn of the century, the house was described as

"an ancient dwelling on Fort Neck, which a century ago or more was known as the haunted house, and had many strange and wonderful stories connected with it, and a lonely grave marked by an old tombstone some little distance from the house, on the banks of a small stream; a most solitary spot."

Furman's Antiquities of Long Island (1827) described the legacy of the house's owner.

"Tradition says that at the time of his death a large black crow hovered over his bed, and when his life was extinct the crow made its exit through the west end of the house... The hole through which the crow made its departure cannot be stopped, and as soon as it's closed, it is opened by some unknown means."

The "Pirate's Grave" that Denton described and Furman named, belongs to the "haunted house's" builder, Major Thomas Jones and his loving wife Freelove, the first Europeans to settle Massapequa. A couple whom if there was a motion picture made to chronicle their lives, the drama and excitement might be enough to sink Titanic.

The following information was written by Wayne M. Davis, an ancestor and therefore distant cousin of ours, on the life of Thomas Jones. I know its long but well worth the read. So............
"Keep reading ye scurvy land lovers or ye be walkin the plank ye be!"

____Maj. Thomas Jones__________________________
Maj. Thomas Jones, like the rest of my family ever since, had a knack for choosing the wrong side in a political dispute. His own heritage was Welsh, but as a young man, he joined the Irish who fought unsuccessfully for James the 2nd against the British King William the 3rd at the Battle of Boyne in 1690. He was exiled with his manservant to a dismal Irish "estate" which was little more than a damp hovel.

Soon after, however, the exiled Jones saw a way out of his dilemna. With insurrections in both Ireland and Scotland now successfully put down, King William turned his attention to the French, against whom he would wage war for many years. Jones offered his services to the Crown, and received a "Letter of Marques," which was basically a license to steal -- as long as it was from the French or other enemies of England. This was a clever move by the King for two reasons: Not only was commissioning these "privateers" a good way to harass the French, but it was a handy way to get talented but suspect military men out of the country.

Thomas Jones commissioned a ship and was in Jamaica by 1692 (witnessing the "Great Port Royal Earthquake" of that year, according to his journals.) His journals stopped for a time and his activities over the next four years are murky. He evidently operated out of secluded coves along various islands in the West Indies. He emerged on the other side in 1696 with a Fortune (for its day) and bought a large estate in what is now Massapeaqua, on Long Island. It included a long stretch of the coast.

Jones Inlet on the South Bay, and the long sandy beach known as Jones Beach (once a big day-trip destination for New Yorkers), are both named for him.

Thomas Jones evidently was a mysterious Gatsby-esque character in his later years, while in Long Island. Little was said about the sources of his wealth, other than the occasional reference to his "shipping" interests.

But Jones was accepted into Society because he was rich, and the actual source of his fortune was discussed only in whispers. Now in the good graces of the Crown, the Jones family prospered. One of Thomas Jones' sons was appointed official Counsel of the Colony of New York. Others became prominent businessmen and politicians. Daughters married into the upper reaches of New York society. But most of them continued the tradition of choosing the wrong side in political disputes and the family backed the British during the American Revolution (The French also had not forgotten Jones the Pirate, and the family feared retaliation if the French gained influence in America. They were particularly concerned about Lafayette.) During the war, the Jones estate was widely rumored to be a sanctuary for British spies operating out of Long Island.

After the war, the new Congress passed the "Act of Attainder," allowing the confiscation of all property owned by Loyalists. The Joneses were a prime target. All of the family's land and belongings were about to be seized. Many of the Joneses took what they could and left for Nova Scotia or returned to England.

However, one branch of the family ended up retaining a prominent place in the new country, thanks to an interesting combination of love, legal maneuvering and political intrigue:

One of the Joneses' neighbors was William Floyd, a signer of the Declaration of Independence. Despite their political differences, the families had remained personally on good terms. Floyd's son David had in fact fallen in love with one of the Jones girls. The two families struck a deal -- David could marry his beloved, if he changed his name to Floyd-Jones. William Floyd then used his influence to have a special Act of Congress enacted to exempt the "new" Floyd-Jones estate from the Act of Attainder. (And they complain about "special-interest legislation" today!)

The young couple thus had the Floyd's political influence and most of the Jones money. The newly named Floyd-Jones family continued its leading role in New York. David eventually became speaker of the New York State Assembly. His children and grandchildren included a member of Congress, a state treasurer, and a prominent Civil War general. One son, Charles Floyd-Jones, ventured West into what was then the frontier, and established my own branch of the family based in St. Louis and San Francisco.

The Long Island estate is now part of the National Park System, thanks to William Floyd's leading role in the Revolution. The original Floyd mansion is still there, along with several thousand acres of protected wetlands and shoreline facing Fire Island.

For more than 100 years after Thomas Jones' death, there were persistant rumors on Long Island that his pirate "treasure" was buried somewhere on the family estate. In some accounts, it was in an old well; in others, it was in his tomb itself. Trespassers were caught repeatedly, digging in both places.

One disappointed treasure seeker scratched this bit of doggerel on his gravestone:

Beneath this Stone
Repose the bones
Of Pirate Jones
This briny well
Contains the shell
The rest's in Hell!
__________________________________________________

Major Thomas Jones wrote the following to be etched onto his tombstone:

Here Lyes Interred The Body of
Major Thomas Jones, who came from
Strabane, in the Kingdom of Ireland,
Settled here, and Died, December, 1713.
From distant Lands to this Wild Waste he came,
This Seat he chose, and here he fix'd his Name.
Long May his Sons this Peaceful Spot Injoy,
And no Ill Fate his Offspring here Annoy.

And so we discover new ancestors with lifes so rich and full that books could be written on their escapades. Wouldn't you enjoy sitting down for a few hours with this pirate ancestor and listen as he told the tale of his days at see, stopping and plundering Spanish ships?

This is a picture of Jones Beach State Park on Long Island NY, named after our 7th Great Grandfather.

The next time you go to a Disney park and ride Pirates of the Caribbean remember your 7th Great Grandfather Thomas and sing along
"Yo ho Yo Ho A Pirate's Life for Me!"

Simply,
Victor

Our Cousins in Lead (Vercellino Line)

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Dear Family,
We’ve all been to Lead to visit Evelyn and Leslie Configliacco. Mom and Dad said they were our cousins on the Vercellino side of the family but I never understood the relationship. Today I decided to solve this mystery. Below is the family tree showing their relationship to us.

Click to Enlarge

Therefore, Evelyn and Leslie Configliacco are our 2nd cousins, once removed. I found this recent picture of Evelyn (now well into her 90's) online. It was part of a set of wedding pictures. I know, it says do not duplicate but hey, you know me.

And here is the a picture of Evelyn's parents.

With this down we are beginning to see a growing number of Vercellino cousins nationwide, and several new family lines to explore. Isn't it all amazing how it snowballs?

Simply,
Victor

Effie Victor Williamson and Our Scottish Connection. (Williamson Line)

From the Fortress of Solitude

Pleasant Grove

Hello!
I'm glad to see you at our digital family reunion on a cloudy Saturday night. Imagine where else you could be? Perhaps the movies, dining out, bowling, or - if you're like me - drifting in and out of consciousness in front of the TV. You're right when you say, "If there ain't nutten better ta do might as well go to the digital reunion. Besides that lime green jello salad with lettuce and cottage cheese is mighty tasty."

I just got home from Space Camp. Chalk up another successful camp, except for one injury. One of my high school employees wasn't looking where he was walking, got distracted in conversation, and had an interesting meeting with one of the school's sturdy iron door frames. Blood flowed like the Nile. My EMT did what she could to stop the bleeding. He ended up in the hospital getting 9 stitches. I told him I appreciated his giving his all for the Center and thanked him for carrying the scar to prove it for the rest of his life.

Yes, its all GO at the Space Center.

Tonight we are going to pass a few pictures around the circle and remember our Great Grandmother Effie Victor Williamson, wife of William Jonathan Williamson.


This picture of Effie was enlarged from her wedding picture. Does she resemble anyone in your family? Genetics are always intersting, how some physical traits can skip generations and reappear later.

In this picture taken from the Federal Census Records we see the Victor family as it was in 1870.
(Click to enlarge). Effie was listed as two years old. The Victor family line is a hard one to trace. This census record has given me a clue where to look further. As you read you'll see that Effie's father Whity was born in Delaware. I didn't know that before. I'll keep you posted as the search for 'kin' continues.


This is the Iowa Census of 1885. Again we see that Whity Victor was born in Delaware. By 1885 the family was down to four.

This is a picture of Effie's sister, Eunicy Victor Barker, her husband, Melchi and children. Eunicy would be my Great Great Aunt.

Another picture of William Jonathan Williamson, my Great Grandfather. Again, anyone in your family resemble William in any way?

This document verifies the marriage ceremony of Effie and W.J. at her parents' home in Iowa on February 13, 1887. I've notice that Effie's father's name was spelt "Whity" and "Whitty".

In the front row from left to right is Frank, who lived in Canada, Melchi, Eunicy Jane (Effie's Sister), Bill, and Aletha Lawrence, who lived in Montana. Back row left to right, Beach, who lived his later years in Oregon, and Theron, who lived in Iowa.

Effie resting in peace at her funeral in Spearfish, South Dakota with flower arrangements. Effie died on April 9, 1944.

Since we are discussing our Victor line (which I might add is one of our family's line I'm most fond of considering my name is also Victor) I found the obituary of Effie's father, Whitty Victor. That would make Whitty my Great Great Grandfather.

Adams County Free Press, Page-8
3-25-1903
Died
Whitty Victor, whose death last Tuesday was mentioned in last week's paper, was 85 years and l month old. He was born of Christian parents in Essex county, Del,, near Dover, Feb.18,1818. When about fourteen years of age he removed with his parents to Cincinnati, O., where he grew to manhood and where he was married Nov. 6, 1845, to Miss Nancy Norris. A year later he removed to Blackhawk county,Ind., and after several changes of residence he came with his family to Adams county in 1861. He lived near Nodaway for many years and in 1885 sold his farm and bought another six miles west of Corning in Douglas township.

His wife died April 22,1886, and he then made his home with his daughter for a time. Eight children were born to Mr. and Mrs. Victor, of whom only three are living, Mrs. Jane Barker of Douglas township, Mrs. Emma Lathrop of Conklin, S. p., Mrs. Effie Williamson of Rapid City, S. D.. A brother and two sisters also survive him, Elijah Victor of Shelbyville, Ind.,Mrs. Elvira Brown of Wellington, Ill.,and Mrs. Sarah Green of University Place, Neb

On July 28, 1887, Mr. Victor was married to Mrs. Mary L. Preston, who died in this city June 20,1901. He was converted at the age of 43 and became an active and faithful member of the M. E. church. He was a devoted Christian man, a true Christian husband and father and his Christian life and Christian teaching bore fruit in the family circle and in the community where he was known and respected as a faithful follower of the Lord. "Blessed are those that die in the Lord"

The funeral was conducted Thursday from the U. B. church in this city by Revs. W. H. Drake and W. F. Wallace. Mr. Victor had selected for the scripture lesson the 90th Psalm and for a text Second Timothy, 7:4. The family has the sympathy of many friends.

We also have a new Scottish line in our Williamson family. Notice on the family tree above, Whity's parents are Elijah and Unicy. Unicy, according to the records, was born in Scotland. There is one major problem in finding the Clan. Unicy's last name isn't recorded on any documents I could find. This is one I'll continue to search. It would be nice to know which tartan to wear at the next family gathering.

Simply,
Victor

A New Infusion of German Blood! (Mattson Line)

Me in my lederhosen, Celebrating this New German Line with a Frosty Root Beer!

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Hello All,

How is everyone at the end of their Thursday? I'm sitting in my writing rocker feeling the shivers. Its a debate, should I turn up the furnace or get a blanket? Our undecided Utah weather is confused, giving us all four seasons today but I won't complain any further, in a few months I'll be bitterly complaining about the excessive heat.

Grandma Violet also enjoy cool weather over broiling heat. That is one thing I remember about her, she always wanted the windows open and a glass of ice cold water. I can still hear her from the living room of our modest bungalow in Rapid City,
"Victor, Grandma needs a glass of cold water. Let the tap run for awhile."
It was always the same, "Let the tap run for awhile." She knew better than to ask for ice. We never had any. Don't know why now that I stop to think about it.

Tonight I going to make Aunt Bev a very happy woman. With one post I'm going to push back the Pierce family line and take us all across the Atlantic to Germany. Those of us descended through Grandma Mattson have another dose of good Deutsch blood in our veins. Yummmmm, I'm ready for a plate of apple strudel topped with freshly whipped cream.

Now I mention Aunt Bev because I know she is working diligently on many of those family lines. I also noticed the Fiddler line on the Church's genealogy site ends with Abraham. Several months ago I found Abraham's wife Susan (it is really Suzanna). Tonight we make a really big jump and push that line back with this post.

Our German connection comes through Grandma Violet's father, Walter. And now, with the proper drum roll and bugle fanfare here is our German Fiddler Line back to the 1600's.

The Fidler Ancestral Home, Jugenheim German

The Year is 1627. Meet Our Seventh Great Grandparents.

JOHAN GEORGE FIDLER was born 22 OCT 1627 in Jugenheim, Bergstrasse, Hessen-Nassau, Germany. Married
ANNA BARBARA in Germany. She was born ABT 1652 in Darnstadt,,, Germany. Additional Notes for JOHAN GEORGE FIDLER: Parents are listed as: Maertin Fidler and Annae (last name unknown)

Children of JOHAN FIDLER and ANNA BARBARA are:

• STILLBORN FIDLER, b. 23 Apr 1676, ,,, Germany; d. 23 Apr 1676, ,,, Germany.
• STILLBORN FIDLER, b. 06 Apr 1678, ,,, Germany; d. 06 Apr 1678, ,,, Germany.
• GOTTFRIED FIDLER, b. 1680, ,,, Germany; d. Abt. 1749, Berks, Pennsylvania.

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Gottfried Fidler Born: 1680 Germany Died: 1755 Berks, Pennsylvania, USA. Married to
Anna Elisabeth Salomon Born: 1683 Lammerspiel, Germany Died: 1756 Berks, Pennsylvania, USA

Children of GOTTFRIED FIDLER and ANNA SALOMON are:

• Anna Margaretha Fidler F 1726 in Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Conrad Fidler M 1709 in Hanua Luth, Hanua, Germany
• Johann Gottfried Fiedler M 1715 in Kniskernsdorf, Schoharie, New York, USA
• Johann Heinrich Fiedler M 14 Feb 1723 in Schoharie Valley, New York, USA
• Jacob Fidler M 1724
• John Fiedler M 1734 in Berks, Pennsylvania, USA

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Johann Heinrich Fiedler Born: 14 Feb 1723 Schoharie Valley, New York, USA Died: 2 Nov 1777 Heidleberg, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA. Married
Magdalena Schauer Born: 1721 Schoharie Valley, New York, USA Died: 14 Nov 1777 Heidleberg, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA

Children of JOHANN FIDLER and MAGDALENA SCHAUER are:

• John Fidler M 27 Dec 1755 in Bern, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA Rosina Fidler F 1754 in Tulpehocken, Pennsylvania, USA
• Adam Fidler M 4 Jun 1748 in Lower Heidelberg, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Catharina Fidler F 1749 in Tulpehocken, Pennsylvania, USA
• Magdalena Fidler F 10 Feb 1750 in Tulpehocken, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Henry Fidler M 21 Mar 1752 in Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Catherine Fidler F 1754 in Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Johann Jacob Fidler M 1 Oct 1766 in Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Maria Catharine Fidler F 30 Jul 1767

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Henry Fidler Born: 21 Mar 1752 Berks, Pennsylvania, USA Died: 3 Jun 1831 Tulphehocken, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA. Married:
Eve Lenig Born: 22 Apr 1756 Berks, Pennsylvania, USA Died: 9 Oct 1804 Berks, Pennsylvania, USA

Children of HENRY FIDLER and EVE LENIG are:

• Sarah Fidler F 16 Aug 1800 in Pennsylvania, USA
• Maria Catharine Fidler F 23 Apr 1776 in Pennsylvania, USA
• John Fidler M 31 Oct 1778 in Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Henry Fidler M 11 Nov 1779 in Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Eva Barbara Fidler F 16 Apr 1782 in Pennsylvania, USA
• Elizabeth Fidler F 24 Dec 1784 in Pennsylvania, USA
• Magdalena Fidler F 31 May 1787 in Pennsylvania, USA
• Maria Christina Fidler F 16 Dec 1789 in Pennsylvania, USA
• Eva Catharine Fidler F 24 Mar 1792 in Pennsylvania, USA
• Maria Margaret Fidler F 3 Feb 1794 in Pennsylvania, USA
• Abraham Fidler M 6 Jul 1796 in Womelsdorf, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA

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Abraham Fiddler Birth: 6 Jul 1796 - Womelsdorf, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA. Marriage: Jackson Township, Montgomery, Ohio, USA Death: Richland, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA Married:
Susanna Keller Born: 5 Jul 1796 in Cumberland, Pennsylvania, USA Died: 7 Oct 1821 in Cumberland, Pennsylvania, USA Marriage: 1819 in Jackson Township, Montgomery, Ohio, USA

Children of ABRAHAM FIDLER and SUSANNA KELLER are:

• Maria Eva Fidler F 20 Mar 1820 in Womelsdorf, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Anna Catharine Fidler F 3 Apr 1821 in Womelsdorf, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Elizabeth Fidler F 5 Apr 1822 in Womelsdorf, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Henry Fiddler M 22 Nov 1823 in Reading, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA
• Jonathan William Fidler M 12 Oct 1829 in Womelsdorf, Berks, Pennsylvania, USA

AND NOW WE JOIN THE LINE AS FAR BACK AS THE CHURCH ARCHIVES HAVE THEM

Henry Fiddler b. 1823. d. 1896 Iowa
Francis George b. 1824. d. 1903 South Dakota

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Eldora Elizabeth Fiddler b. 1859 Eldora, Iowa. d. 1912 Hot Springs and
Edwin Sherman Pierce b. 1862 Illinois d. ?

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Walter Edwin Pierce b. 1885 South Dakota. d. 1956 Washington State and
Vesta Althea Dennis

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Violet Pierce and
Walter Mattson

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Luella Mattson and
Charles Williamson

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Kim, Victor, Kevin, Janice, Jon, Jilane, Lisa, Annette.

And What's a Family digital reunion without music and singing? Tonight a German folk song to celebrate new ancestors, once lost in time and now found....... Feel free to sing along. My German is a bit rusty so I'll provide the foot tapping.

The Brintons and Bagleys with a Connection to Shakesphere. Williamson Line

Family Line

William Brinton (b. 1636) - Ann Bagley (b. 1634)
10th Great Grandparents
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John Willis - Ester Brinton
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William Willis - Mary Titus
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John Willis - Abigail Willets
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John Willis - Margaret Cornell
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John Willis - Phebe Bennett,
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Bennett Willis - Katherine Nosseman
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Jonathan Willis - Anabella Phlegar
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Margaret Ann Willis - George Matthew Williamson
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William J. Williamson - Effie Helen Victor
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Vennie, Ima Della, Inez, Lillie Ethel, Josie, Emmett, Walt, Charles, Maurice.
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Charles - Luella
to
Me

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Welcome to our Williamson Virtual Family Reunion around our digital campfire for tonight's story. What a day indeed. The wind is blowing, bringing in a strong cold front from the Pacific. A warning to our distant cousins in the mid west and east coast. There be a storm brewin and it be a wicked one at that! We are in for days of rain and possibly even snow.

Tonight we discuss two families we are tied to through our Willis line. Now, a word of caution. Genealogy isn't always an exact science. With that taken as a given in all our discussions, I must preface my remarks by making you aware of a dispute I can't seem to resolve. The parentage of our Great Grandfather Bennet Willis. We are descended from Bennet Willis, that can be taken to the bank. Who his parents really are is the debate. The majority of the Willis documents I've found online give his parentage as I've illustrated it above. However, there are a few Willis genealogists that give a different set of parents for Bennett. I've spent hours myself trying to solve the dispute but can't. Perhaps some day when there are more records available. Until then I've decided to accept the majority opinion and give it to you for your consideration.
So.......
Please remember, what the stories we tell about the Willis line beyond Bennett could be debated and should not be taken as the absolute truth. It is just the best that I can find at the moment and could be proven incorrect later. Could be - unlikely but possible. OK?

So gather around the fire and let me tell you about our 10th Great Grandparents William and Ann. Much of this material tonight was taken direction from the research done by another family and can be found at the following web site (http://www.mccullough.nl/).

The Brintons and Bagleys

The Brintons and Bagleys were Quakers who immigrated to America from Staffordshire Co., England. William Brinton married Ann Bagley in 1659 while in England. They had five children (3 girls, Esther, Ann & Elizabeth, and 2 boys, William & Edward) between the years 1660 and 1675. One son, Edward Brinton, died at an early age.

A Shakespeare Connection

Ann's brother, Edward Bagley (an 11th Uncle to us) has also become the subject of much recent research, as he was mentioned as a "kinsman" and named as executor of Lady Elizabeth Bernard's will. Lady Bernard was Shakespeare's granddaughter and last surviving direct descendant, and Edward could very well have ended up with Lady Bernard's (and by extension, Shakespeare's) papers. Unfortunately, the nature of the connection between the Bagley's and the Shakespeare family has not yet been conclusively determined, and so it is not yet possible to say if this connection also applied to Ann Bagley Brinton. However, the research article by John Taplin gives at the very least some interesting insights into life and social relationships in the Brinton's hometown area in the 1500 and 1600's.

Returning to the Brintons in America
In an effort to escape religious persecution, William came to America in the spring of 1684 with his wife and his only living son, William. The family settled near what is now New Castle, Delaware. It is said they lived in a cave throughout the first winter. They survived thanks to gifts of game supplied by the Indians that traveled the trails near their shelter. Once the weather cleared, William built the family a log cabin and planted a pear tree as a symbol of a fruitful future. He purchased 50 acres from Thomas King in March of 1686 and 450 acres in Oct. of that same year in Birmingham. These purchases included the lands on which he was already living. In 1688 he purchased an additional 400 acres.

Several years later, the son William , built the William Brinton 1704 House pictured above on an adjoining part of this land. William Sr. and Ann had originally left their three daughters Ann, Elizabeth, and Esther behind in England, but eventually these children and their husbands also emigrated to this area.

As Quakers, William and Ann lost much of what they owned to the British government. William was again on the unpopular side of religion within seven years of coming to America as he joined the rebellious Quaker, George Keith. This group broke up after a few years, William and his family returned to the Orthodox Quaker church where they were members in good standing at Concord Monthly Meeting at the time of their deaths, shortly after one another.

A biography of Ann, written in part by her husband William, was reprinted in "The Friend", Vol 33, a Quaker publication.

So, to wrap up, again we find we are descended from good rebellious Quaker stock along the Willis line. Persecuted in England they sailed the six to twelve week voyager across the Atlantic in hopes of finding a new home in a new country.

Simply,
Victor

Grandma Vesta Pierce Logan. Grandma Violet's Mother. Her Life in Pictures. (Mattson Line)

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Hello All,
Time again for our digital reunion around our virtual campfire. I see from the look in some of your eyes its been "one of those days". What did you expect for a Monday? Remember the old Carpenter's Song, "Rainy Days and Monday's Always Get Me Down?" Perhaps the smell and crackling of our campfire along with good company will perk your spirits. If not, there are always Smores........

I'm glad you've all come over tonight because I'd like to share a collection of pictures taken of my Great Grandmother Logan. She was born Vesta Althea Dennis at Hot Springs, South Dakota in 1892. She died on July 11, 1978 in California. She was 86 years old. She is buried in San Bernardino California. She had two children, Violet and Walter. She herself was the youngest of six children.

I can't detail her entire life history. I don't know it and neither do my sources (Mother). And if I thought I had to post the entire history with dates and details then I would never get around to it. Writing a family's history can be overwhelming. It would be a full time job of writing and organizing and writing and organizing and so on and so forth. That's why most people won't tackle it. Instead they accumulate mountains of photos with the intent of write something some day but will never get to it because it seems so monumental.

This blog is an example of another way to do it. My philosophy is "don't even try". Attack your family history one photo at a time and hope when your finished it will all be there, as if my magic. I agree this Blog's organization may be helter skelter but the goal of having something in print for posterity's sake is being achieved and the impossible conquered one grain of sand at a time until the mountain is moved.

So, here we go with a campfire remembrance of Great Grandma Logan.
I believe I met Grandma Logan once. She came to Rapid City to visit her daughter, Grandma Violet. We took the five generation picture posted on a previous post at that time. I remember how frail she was. I remember Grandma Mattson took gentle care of her as a daughter would. I remembered thinking how strange I had a Great Grandmother I didn't know.

Here she was as a young child. This picture was taken in Hot Springs around 1894. She was two / three years old. Luella comments about her curly hair with ringlets every time she sees a photo of Vesta. Her father, John Dennis, died when she was very young. Her mother, Isabel Deanora Helgerson McCrilles, was previously married as was her father. They both came into the marriage with children of their own.

This picture show Grandma Vesta with her two children, Walter (4 years old) and Violet (2 years old). This was about the time Vesta and her husband Walter Edwin Pierce divorced. No one knows why they divorced. The divorce was devastating to this young family. Vesta was a single mother living in the early part of the 20th century. Not a good situation to be in.

This picture shows Grandma Vesta with Grandma Violet and Great Uncle Walter. The picture might have been taken in California. They moved to California for two according to Luella.
1. There was a terrible drought throughout the Dakota's and Montana.
2. She wanted to get Violet away from Grandpa Mattson. Walter Mattson was six years older than Violet. You know, one of those mom things. No one was good enough for her Violet.

Grandpa Mattson joined the CC's with Violet's brother Walter Pierce. They worked together throughout the mid west. When they both left the CC's Walter Pierce went back to California and Grandpa Mattson decided to move to South America to work (no one knows why). He made it as far as San Diego and discovered there was no work to be had. On his way back to Montana he stopped to say hello to his friend Walter Pierce and of course, he became reacquainted with Violet. The rest is history, as they say.

Great Grandma Vesta and Grandma Violet standing together in front of the garage Walter Mattson built on their Montana ranch. Vesta came to visit the Mattson family's Montana ranch several times. She'd stay a week or two then return to California. Mother remembers she took the bus. Quite a long trip! Vesta loved her visits to Montana. She enjoyed the great outdoors and her grandchildren.

This is an earlier picture of Vesta on Deaver Ranch, one mile from the Mattson Ranch. She was Deaver's housekeeper for awhile before they married. On the day of their wedding they butchered a pig. It hung in the tree to be eaten later (perhaps for a wedding party). After the wedding Vesta was shiveried (?) (an old Montana custom where the neighbors and friends kidnap the wife after the wedding. The husband must search for her. Strange custom) Upon their return to their ranch they found the pig missing. It was stolen. That was a big thing in those days. Food was always scarce. The crime never solved.

This picture was taken in Belle Fourche Park. The family was on its way from the Montana ranch to Rapid City were Grandmother Vesta and cousin Diane were to collect the Greyhound Bus for the trip back to Riverside, CA. They had been in Montana for a month long visit to the ranch which included some schooling for Diane in the one room school house at Pinelle. Aunt Linda and Diane were both 10 and in the fifth grade. Luella was in school in Brodus. Luella remembers this outing. Their picnic consisted of cottage cheese, pork and beans and sandwiches. They stopped for ice cream on the way home.

Uncle Marvin is on the far left, then Uncle John, Luella, Diana (daughter of Walter Pierce,his only child ), then Aunt Linda. Grandma Vesta is standing behind them. The five of them were her only grandchildren.

Vesta subscribed to comic books for Luella and her brothers and sister. Luella said the kids waited anxiously for the comics to come by mail. Each was devoured frame by frame, word by word.

A picture of Grandma Vesta and Diana. Walter divorced his wife and sent Diana to live with Vesta. Today Diana lives in Placerville California.

This is a picture of mother and daughter, Vesta and Violet. Vesta was living in a nursing home at the time. Violet and Grandpa Mattson moved to California while Uncle John was on his mission. Violet was better able to care for Vesta.

Violet moved back to Rapid City after Grandpa Mattson died to be near her family and grandchildren.

Vesta stayed behind in California and continued to reside in the nursing home. These two pictures show Vesta on a nursing home shopping spree.

This is the last picture taken of Grandma Vesta in the hospital. Diana and her first husband are with her. Vesta died shortly afterwords.

And that takes us to the end of our time together. The fire is dwindling down and its getting cool. Shall we call it a night then?

So until next time.

Simply,
Victor

Grandma Mattson and her Brother as Children in Rapid City

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Hello Everyone!
I'm sitting in my rocker with feet up on the widow sill. The clock ticks away over my right shoulder reminding me how long I've spent in this chair today. This is today's third post for the Family History Blog! You know, this can become addictive. You get researching a line and you can't let it go until you get an answer, and most of the time you end up in some dark, dank back ally of history that ends with a brick wall and two or three beat up, metal trash cans minus their lids, oozing with trash and smells. That's when you walk up to the dead end, place your forehead against the weather worn bricks and start banging away until you remember its time for 30 Rock (or Modern Family. Both OK in my opinion).

My problem is that I'm interested in our 'Way Back' ancestors AND the ones within my memory. I'm surrounded with wicker cabinets full of old family photographs and documents that will eventually all be scanned and inserted into this blog, providing everyone in the family a complete history of who we are and where we came from. Some of you've written wondering how I have the patience to do this. Well, after spending the full day surrounded by scores and scores of ultra hyper 10 - 14 year olds on field trips to the Space Center and a staff of adolescents suffering from excessive hormonal output mixed with over inflated or deflated egos - the natural highs and lows of being a teenager, the quiet and piece of this chair and the window sill are a blessing. I type and unwind at the same time (until I hit that brick wall and then want to prove that you can rip a lap top in two like a telephone book - which I saw Jake do so I know it can be done. I mean if Jake can do it, well........ anyone can - Right?)

OK, enough said.

I found these pictures of Grandma Mattson (Violet Pierce) and her brother in one of Mom's neglected file folders. They are fading with age. Today they are digitized and locked into a state of preservation for your enjoyment. I used iPhoto to restore the images. What you see is the best I could do, so here goes.

We set our Way Back Machine to 1924/25. Rapid City South Dakota.

This is 7 year old Grandma Mattson (Violet Pierce) sitting outside her home in Rapid City. She lived there with her mother (Vesta) and her older brother Walter. They lived in a neighborhood called North Rapid. Remember from previous posts, Violet's parents divorced when she was about 3 years old. Her mother had no help (no government programs to help single mothers in those days) and had to raise the children on her own working as a waitress. Extreme poverty was the only way to describe their living conditions.

This is another picture taken at the same time. Seven year old Grandma is in a dance pose. Violet once told Luella she wanted to dance so badly that she use to walk into downtown Rapid and peer through the window of a dance studio to watch the young girls dance, then she'd go home and practice what she saw on her own. Of course, they couldn't afford dance lessons. Mother just commented on how thin Violet looks in these pictures.
Violet told Luella that she and Walter walked to downtown Rapid to watch the construction of the Hotel Alex Johnson pictured below on its opening day in 1927.

The New Alex Johnson Hotel


Rapid City as Grandma Saw it in the 1920's

This is a picture of Violet's 8 year old brother Walter on his wagon in front of their home in 1924. Violet and Walter always referred to each other as Brother and Sister, never by their first names.

Doesn't it make you appreciate what you have when you see Grandma's living conditions as a child? It makes you think your kids are spoiled just a bit doesn't it when you look at everything you've given them and then consider the wagon you see our Great Uncle playing with might be his only toy.

Here is another picture of Great Uncle Walter. This picture was taken in 1925 when he was 9 years old. His coveralls are far to big, but you did what you had to do in those days.



And finally, the mystery photograph. Mom doesn't know who this is and of course, Grandma isn't here to tell us. This was taken on the same roll of film as the other pictures. It doesn't look like Great Grandma Vesta so it may be one of her friends or a relative. Another example of the importance of getting these pictures digitized and labeled correctly before we lose the only people that know who they are. The clock is ticking and there are so many pictures.

Simply,
Victor

The Last Will and Testament of our 5th Great Grandfather George Frederick Phlegar, and Photos (Williamson Line)

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Happy Sunday!

We saw the entire spectrum of weather this week in our hamlet of Pleasant Grove. The week started warm, very warm. By mid week the storm front that spawned so many tornadoes in the south and east swept through Utah toward the Rocky Mountains. By Thursday snow was falling in the back yard.

That is one advantage of living in Northern Utah. Our weather is mild and tame considering many other parts of the country. The storms that produce treacherous ice storms, tornadoes, blizzards and flooding in the Mid West usually sweep through Utah first in their mild state. They intensify as they climb through the mountains toward Denver and the East. Perhaps I will send out weather alerts to our cousins living east whenever a front passes through. So, here is a picture of Sunday’s weather as seen from the Upper deck of the “Fortress”.

The Last Will and Testament of George Frederick Phlegar

Today I'd like to let you read the Last Will and Testament of my generation's 5th Great Grandfather, George Frederick Phlegar.

Tom Phlegar, one of our distant cousins, sent this to me. Tom reads the Blog and wanted to extend a hearty "Hello" to all of us from the Phlegars living in the 'Old Country' of the South. Tom sent a parcel full of documents relating to our Phlegar line, many of which I will be posting as time permits. One of the documents was a typed copy of George Frederick's Will.

Let's begin with the first page of the Frederick's Will (notice that he goes by the name Frederick and also notice he calls his wife Maria, leaving off the Anna). Remember, click on the image to enlarge.

I'm interested in how each item of furniture in the home seems to be accounted for. He gives away the "Copper Kettle" and "one iron pot". All of the items mentioned are very typical for a well provisioned home in the late 1700's. From this page we also read about his farm's holdings.
Now Page 2 (Click to Enlarge)

Well Well Well...... It seems our Great Grandfather kept a bit of whiskey around the house. I'm sure it was for medicinal use only. On page two he disperses garden tools and the crop already in the field. He then orders the Plantation sold (150 acres) and all the money used to pay his debts. The remaining money is directed to purchase things for his wife and family.
Now Page 3: (Click to Enlarge)

I enjoyed reading his provision that his daughter Maria Margaret receive "one good bed (which will contain no less than eighteen pounds of feathers) and a bedstand". That had to be one comfortable bed! It seemed he was taking care his daughter had the necessary "hope chest" to ensure a successful marriage.

You'll notice that, with the plantation sold, he orders a home be purchased near the village of York for his wife. It seemed he felt the plantation couldn't manage without him. To be sure his family had the funds to continue living without the plantation he ordered the sum of 200 British Pounds be set aside and the family live off its interest (around $50,000 - $75,000 in today's money).
And now the final page of the Will: (Click to Enlarge)


Life was certainly different in the late 1700's. Remember, this will was signed in 1789, the year Washington was elected to be the nation's first President.

In addition to the Will, Tom sent the following photographs from his family's vacation to Germany to visit the Point of Phlegar Origins where distant cousins of our still live.

The old Lutheran Church in Wiernsheim. Tom wrote that "Records are now in the archives in Stutgart" referring to the church's records of Phlegar birth's, marriages and deaths.

"Main Street Wiernsheim, Germany looking at Rathaus (Town Hall)" Tom wrote on the back of this photo.

And finally, to wrap up this lengthy post on the Phlegar line Tom sent this picture of a business run by one of our 7th Cousins. Notice the family name is spelt differently in Germany.

Thank you for taking the time to read. I'm hoping you found something of interest in this historical peak into the lives of our ancestors from the early days of our Republic.

Simply,
Victor