Monday, June 29, 2015

George James Powell, 1825-1866

George James Powell > Jefferson M. Powell > Georgia E. Powell Zaun > Ernest Earl Zaun > John B. Zaun > Teresa Zaun Austin (me)

George was born in 1825 in Henrico, Virginia.  He had dark hair and dark eyes, and was about 5' 11" tall. He married Mary Ellen Stevens, also of Virginia. They had eight children, the youngest of whom became my 2X great grandfather, Jefferson Monroe Powell, who was born in 1862. They lived in the "Western District" of Henrico County. George was a carpenter, which seems to be a common trade among my ancestors.

The rest of the story I pieced together, merging the historical facts with my documentation. All of the military records were found in the main branch of the Virginia Beach Library, where there is an excellent genealogy collection. 

George enlisted in the 46th Regiment of the Confederate Army in August 1864, soon after the Battle of the Crater at Petersburg. The 46th Regiment, which was a part of what was known at the "Wise Brigade," defended the fort at the Crater during the siege at Petersburg.

The 46th fought at Sailor's (Sayler's) Creek, a day that became known as "Black Thursday."  General Lee expressed admiration for the "Wise Brigade" for remaining intact through and after the Battle of Sailors' Creek. The 46th lost 40 men. The remaining 15 officers and 116 men were surrendered on April 9th, ending the war at Appomatox.

The Hillsman House at Sailor's Creek was used as a Federal field hospital.
There are still bloodstains on the wood floor upstairs.

Robert E. Lee lost 7,700 men on that Black Thursday.  I have no record of George after 1865, but I know that he died before 1870 at around the age of 40 (see update below).  His military record shows that he was never paid for his duty as a soldier. 

I have visited both of these battlefields, the Crater and Sailor's Creek.  I once spent a whole afternoon at Sailor's Creek in my college days.  My best friend Mark Lee and I drove out to the Hillsman House one day in his yellow Volkswagon "bug."  We were the only humans within a mile or more that we could tell. We sat on a large boulder and looked out over the battlefield, quietly discussing the Civil War and imagining the long ago scene.  It was such a peaceful, beautiful day. Suddenly, we were jolted by the sound of a loud gunshot from the nearby woods! We thought we heard it ricochet in the trees over our heads. We jumped off the rock and took off running for the car.  I was scared at first, but then we started laughing hysterically at the thought of retreating with "Lee." I never imagined I had an ancestor who fought there.   

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Sailor's_Creek#/media/File:Appomattox_Campaign_Overview.png
http://www.46thvirginia.org/page3.html
http://www.beyondthecrater.com/resources/np/postwar-np/nplt-19100807-richmond-times-dispatch-wise-va-brig-crater/

UPDATE ON GEORGE POWELL: September 18, 2017

I had previously concluded that George was killed at the Battle of Saylor's Creek in 1865 because I could find nothing about him after that date. Well... I found out in one of the history books at the public library that he survived the war! He was a POW, captured at Farmville on April 6, 1865, the date of the Battle at High Bridge (the same day as the Battle at Saylor's Creek). I'm not sure when the POW's were released, but his unit mustered out on April 9th, the day of the surrender at Appomattox. George missed the surrender ceremony by three days! On April 6, 1865, George (along with many others) took an Oath of Allegiance "near Farmville."  (This oath was registered at Newport News on July 1, 1865).  

From history.net:
"A former governor of Virginia, Henry Wise, led his brigade across the wagon bridge while the remainder of the units followed him or used the walkway on the trestle. Gordon took on the almost hopeless task of organizing the retiring troops by brigades. Though the Confederates still spoke in terms of “brigades,” the word had lost much of its meaning as many of them were smaller than a poorly outfitted regiment should have been. Not only were the units a shadow of their former selves, but most of the soldiers had been worn to a frazzle by the continuous marching, fighting and lack of food. Some of the men making their way across the wagon span were so exhausted that they fell asleep while walking only to be awakened when they hit the ground."


UPDATE: January 17, 2023
This update should have been made long ago. The mystery of George's death was solved with the cooperation of a cousin I met through Ancestry named Victoria Powell. 

I had discovered Mary Ellen Stevens Powell's grave on Findagrave.com. She was buried at Brook Hill cemetery in Henrico, Virginia. I also saw a gravestone for "George Littleton Powell" with the same (estimated) birthyear for George James Powell, but "Littleton" was not the correct middle name. There was a George Littleton Powell buried there who was the son of George and Mary. There are many other Powells listed in the Brook Hill cemetery, some of whom I recognized as the children and grandchildren of George and Mary Ellen. I discovered many "Littletons" in the Powell family all over the state of Virginia, especially in southside Virginia and on the middle peninsula. 

Victoria and her husband (my cousin, I presume) promised to go to the cemetery and look for the graves. She texted me a photo of the gravestones - and there they are! "George Littleton Powell" and "Mary Ellen Powell" are side by side. The dates on George's stone are 1825-1866, which fits the information I'd found on "George James Powell." I can't explain why the middle name is incorrect - "Littleton" was never on any of George's military documents. Perhaps Littleton was a family name and whoever ordered the gravestone made an assumption..? 


Mary Ellen lived until 1901 at various addresses in Richmond. 

... to be continued...?




Saturday, June 27, 2015

Ida Rene

This post is a continuation of a previous one:  http://descenddance.blogspot.com/2014/01/ida-rene-bryant.html

Ida Rene Bryant > Jacqueline Abbott Zaun > John B. Zaun > Teresa Zaun Austin

There are several unsolved mysteries regarding my great grandmother Ida.  Some of what I have learned from family stories is contradicted by my research.

What I know to be true:
  • Ida Rene Bryant was born in 1868 in Southhampton County to Eley and Margaret Bryant.
  • She had a twin sister Addie who married Blucher Fletcher and lived in Princess Anne County.
  • Ida married William Butler in 1895 and had three little boys, Earl, William, and Rawley. (?)
  • She married George Abbott in 1904 and had three little girls, Miriam, Audrey, and Jacqueline, and a son George who died in infancy.
  • She died of pneumonia  in 1933 and was buried in Bethlehem Cemetery in Richmond.
Here are the tricky bits:
  • Her marriage record to William Butler lists her as Ida Rena Williams, widow.
  • Earl Butler was born in 1892, three years before her marriage to William Butler. 
  • In the U.S. Census 1900, it say she is the mother of TWO, though it lists all three boys.
  • When she married George Abbott, they lived in Richmond even though neither had family there.  The Butler boys did not live with them.
  • Some of the facts in William Butler's obituary are not consistent with other records.
  • UPDATE (Aug. 29, 2018): Ida was married at age 19 to a man named Llewelen Eley. What happened to this marriage? Annulment? Divorce? Llewelen went on to live a long life in Norfolk, Va, with a new wife and children. 
  • U.S. Census 1930 (?) says she was first married at age 16. Her marriage to Llewellyn Eley was at age 19. Who was she married to?
So here are my questions... 
Who is this Williams guy?  How can I find out about the first marriage of Ida's that no one in the family seems to know about?  Was he from Southhampton County or Princess Anne County?  Divorce? Annulment? Death?

Ida's birth year is given as 1868 in every early census (1870-1900), but is 1871 in her marriage record to William Butler. The 1910 census gives her birth year as 1877.   The 1920 census says abt 1869. The 1930 says 1868.  I'm guessing that 1868 is correct, which is what is on her death certificate.

It has never been questioned by the family that Earl was Ida's son. They were close all their lives. Is Earl really her son?  Did Ida have Earl out of wedlock and wait three years to get married?  Who was Earl's father?* Was William Butler married (and widowed) a second time between his first wife Sarah, and Ida?  Where was William Butler between 1874 and 1895?  Could Earl have been from Ida's first marriage to (?) Williams and adopted by William Butler?  Earl's death certificate lists William Butler as his father and Ida as his mother, but I have seen other such errors on death certificates. Earl's children believed, and still believe, Ida was their grandmother. 
*(UPDATE August 29, 2018: DNA results have proven that Earl was Ida's son). 

Where did the three boys live after their father died?  There is a record of a "Raligh Butler" living in Laurel Reformatory in Richmond, though his age and father's birthplace are wrong.  Earl later worked as a "reformatory guard" according to the census, so it seems logical that it was the same facility. Were the boys placed in a boys home or orphanage?  Is this why Ida moved from Lynchburg to Richmond, to be near her boys?  Is it why Ida and George lived in Richmond after they married even though neither one had family there?  Based on the fact that many widowed folks at that time were forced to place their children in orphanages, I am guessing that this is what Ida had to do.  The Methodist Children's Home in Richmond was opened just after 1900 - this is a possibility but I haven't been able to prove it.

Why does William Butler's obituary give his age at death as 55 (he was 61), and why did it say he had only one son (he had three)?  His occupation and death date are correct in the obituary.  His tombstone is correct.

So many mysteries!  

Friday, June 26, 2015

Songs My Grandfather Sang

My grandfather, Horace Crofford, was always singing and tapping his foot, often with me on his lap.  He played his harmonica or his Jew's harp and sang songs of the Old West.  Until I learned more about his life through my genealogy research, I never realized how closely these songs were tied to his personal experiences.  His love, Teresa, was the "yellow rose of Texas."   His mother was raised in the Red River Valley in North Dakota; there was also a Red River Valley in Texas near where my grandmother grew up. He was born and grew up in the Black Hills - a mountainous area in the midst of vast territory where the buffalo roamed, where the deer and the antelope played.

Horace Calvin Crofford > Virginia Crofford Zaun > Teresa Zaun Austin

Yellow Rose of Texas

There's a yellow rose in Texas, That I am going to see,
Nobody else could miss her, Not half as much as me.
She cried so when I left her It like to broke my heart,
And if I ever find her, We nevermore will part.

She's the sweetest little rosebud That Texas ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, They sparkle like the dew;
You may talk about your Clementine, And sing of Rosalee,
But the YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS Is the only girl for me.

When the Rio Grande is flowing, The starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river In the quiet summer night:
I know that she remembers, When we parted long ago,
I promise to return again, And not to leave her so. [Chorus]

Oh now I'm going to find her, For my heart is full of woe,
And we'll sing the songs together, That we sung so long ago
We'll play the bango gaily, And we'll sing the songs of yore,
And the Yellow Rose of Texas Shall be mine forevermore. [Chorus]

Red River Valley

Song by Marty Robbins

From this valley they say you are leaving
We shall miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For you take with you all of the sunshine
That has brightened our pathway a while

Then come sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy that's loved you so true

For a long time, my darlin', I've waited
For the sweet words you never would say
Now at last all my fond hopes have vanished
For they say that you're going away

Then come sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy that's loved you so true

Home on the Range

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night where the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Then give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down to the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream

Oh I would not exchange my old home on the range
Where the deer and the antelop play
Where the seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

"She'll Be Comin' Round The Mountain"

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
Coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain,
Coming round the mountain when she comes
She'll be driving six white horses when she comes
She'll be driving six white horses when she comes
She'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses,
Driving six white horses when she comes
And we'll all go out to meet her when she comes
Yes we'll all go out to meet her when she comes
We'll all go out to greet her, yes we will all go out to meet her,
We'll all go out to meet her when she comes
She'll be wearing red pajamas when she comes
She'll be wearing red pajamas when she comes
Wearing red pajamas, why is she wearing red pajamas,
Don’t know why but she'll be wearing red pajamas when she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
Coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain,
Coming round the mountain when she comes
Coming round the mountain when she comes

Ain't Gonna Rain No More

It ain't gonna rain no more, no more
It ain't gonna rain no more.
How in the heck can I wash my neck
If it ain't gonna rain no more!

Bicycle Built for Two

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true.
I'm half crazy, all for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage, 
but you'll look sweet
upon the seat
of a bicycle built for two.