Sunday, September 27, 2015

Flesh and blood

As I record the facts and details of my ancestors' lives, I can't help but think about how these long-gone individuals were loved and remembered in their lifetimes by their children and grandchildren.  They were real, living, breathing, thinking, feeling people who passed their DNA - and their character - to me through succeeding generations.

I had the great fortune to know my father's grandparents and to be close to a large extended family of aunts, uncles, and cousins.  My father's family were/are born storytellers... family gatherings tend to be filled with laughter as we repeat stories of our most eccentric or wayward family members.  As a child, I loved them all and thought of all of these characters quite fondly.  It wasn't until I was older that I was aware of the darker side of some of these stories.

I would like to leave a sense of certain ones for posterity, in no particular order...

Jacqueline Delmar Abbott Zaun (paternal grandmother)
My Mamaw....  She clung to family, her lifeline.  She loved her Richmond family and stayed close to them to the end, even though she lived all her adult life in Virginia Beach near her children and grandchildren.  She was lots of fun to be around, and had no trouble relating to her grandchildren and their friends.  She was close to her great-grandchildren as well.  She was the classic redhead, a little spitfire, spunky, sassy, and a flirt with men of all ages... but she was always classy. She kept up her appearance faithfully.  She got up early every single morning, made her bed, dressed up, donned her stockings and jewelry, and was ready for whatever the day would bring.  She had a simple life, with few material possessions, but elegant taste in decor and furnishings.  She read voraciously, and that was the way that she became educated - her formal education only went through the 9th grade.  After her husband Ernie died tragically at the age of 47, she went to work at the lingerie counter at Ames & Brownley Department store.  She had some troubles with suitors in pursuit of her husband's insurance money.  My father had to throw one fellow out of the house by the scruff of his neck.  She eventually became an alcoholic and caused a lot of trouble for her adult children.  At her lowest point, she decided to turn that around.  She gave up drinking, and never went back to it. But she never got over Ernie's death.  They had adored each other, and she never remarried.  She lived with her daughter in a converted attic apartment for a time, and then moved to The Mayflower apartments at the Virginia Beach oceanfront. She was a library assistant, a fixture at the front desk of the 22nd Street Library for 19 years. She was an avid game player, especially Bingo and Scrabble.  I visited her at least weekly to play Scrabble or take a stroll on the Boardwalk. We have many stories about her - like the time she pulled up her shirt at the Thanksgiving dinner table, her ruthless Scrabble playing (I don't have much - I'll just play this "itty bitty" word - and it would be like 77 points), and the "damn dishes" (She was a shameless Indian-giver).  She adored her son Bev - he could do no wrong - but was more demanding and critical of her daughter, Gail. When Bev died, she followed six months later....died in her sleep at age 87, looking beautiful and peaceful after a lifetime of drinking, smoking, and general naughtiness.  Sure she was flawed, but there are many ways I want to be like her.

Ernie and Jack Zaun off to a New Year's Party
Horace Calvin Crofford (maternal grandfather)
Baba (pronounced buh-bah)... he was a big man, but there could be no gentler soul.  He deeply loved his family and was devoted to his wife, Teresa.  They were never financially affluent, but their needs were few.  I remember walking hand in hand with him around the block at their 35th Street home in Norfolk, ending up at the corner drugstore to get a nickel ice cream cone. He always had Lifesavers for me in church. He loved to talk about his younger days in the Black Hills of Wyoming.  He tapped his feet as he sang songs of The Old West, and played his mouth harp or harmonica.  He loved maps - he had a drawer full of fold-up maps which he would pull out and talk about the places in the stories he told.  He loved rocks and fossils - he told about Barnum Brown, the famous paleontologist who discovered T-Rex bones on or near his father's ranch.  He especially loved to talk about horses (as I wrote about in a previous post).  He once brought me a rusty bridle bit that he found on one of his trips to see his Wyoming family.  (My dad sanded and spray painted it silver and I still treasure it). I remember him having a jar of "hoarhound" candy on the sideboard which I thought was the most disgusting flavor on earth. After Teresa died, he moved in with our family for a time, sleeping on a fold out bed in our family room. He moved to a dingy apartment in Ingleside where he lived only a brief time before he died in his sleep of a heart attack.
Baba and Me
Herman Lukhard (paternal great-uncle)
Uncle Herman was not related to me by blood, but he was a powerful and influential man, truly a figurehead in every sense of the word. He has been gone for years, but his influence in the family remains. He was a Character with a capital C! I especially see glimpses of him in my cousin David now and then. I wrote about him in a previous post, but will include some personal memories of him here.  I remember him as a highly energetic, driven man, with a quick wit and ability to see humor in most any situation.  We'd do almost anything to make him laugh, but we feared his ire. He was controlling and impatient. If things didn't go the way he thought they should, everyone was sorry. We'd say we're sorry, and he would agree, "yes, you're the sorriest thing I ever saw!"  One time, when I was sixteen, my cousins and I wanted to go to 7-11 (by miles of narrow, winding country road) in a car that he bought for his daughter Teeny.  We trudged across the wide field up to the main house to ask Uncle Herman's permission for me to drive the car.  He made us go all the way back to get my driver's license and show it to him. Once, Robin and I rode with him ahead of everyone else to the "rivah" house. She and I were shooting pool in the sunroom and listening to my new Ray Stevens album (Everything is Beautiful), while he was busy in the kitchen, running in and out of the house getting stuff from the car.  Robin and I heard what sounded like a waterfall. Curious, we went to the kitchen and found it flooded, with an waterfall gushing down the stairs into the garage.  Uncle Herman had put a mess of green beans in the sink, turned the water on to rinse them, and forgot about it. When he saw the flood, it was not a pretty scene.  We helped him clean it up without talking much. A short time later, we heard the sound again.  We ran to the kitchen and it was flooded again! This time, he had put frozen chicken in the sink to thaw. The water was still running and flowed down the steps into the garage.  This time, we were frantic to clean it up before he came back in, but it wasn't easy as we were doubled over with laughter. We told Aunt Miriam about it later, but he was not amused. Robin knew, but I didn't know, that Herman had a problem with alcohol and things like that happened with him.  There were those moments, but he was a beloved Adult Class Sunday School teacher for many years.  I remember visiting his class at the church in Richmond when I was in college, and I thought he was such a commanding presence in front of that large class. People were in awe of him and entertained by his humor. In the midst of a heated discussion, I raised my hand timidly- he ordered everyone else to be quiet and "let the youth speak!" Most of all Uncle Herman loved the land, owning homes and property all over the state.  He loved boats - at the "rivah" house, he had a yacht, a pontoon boat, and several row boats. Boat rides out on the Potomac and the Rappahannock are some of my fondest memories from childhood. Uncle Herman had a running battle with his horse, a huge pinto Tennessee Walker named Champ. Champ was as controlling and stubborn as his owner and they just rubbed each other the wrong way. Uncle Herman never went into the barn without a broom to fend off attacks and we could hear him yelling from a distance. Things were NEVER dull around Uncle Herman, that's for sure.
Teeny, Herman, and Miriam on a visit to Va. Beach
George Wright Abbott (paternal great-grandfather)
Gramp... he died when I was only five, but I do have an impression of a man who was unconditionally loving and maybe a little frumpy (?).  He was adored by his three daughters, and they were devastated when he died.  I think my dad would have been a lot like him if he had lived longer.
Ar Newport Avenue in Norfolk for Gail's wedding
Teresa Allen Crofford (maternal grandmother)
Nanno... she died of breast cancer when I was only 12.  I remember her as an endlessly patient grandmother, playing dominoes with me on a card table in her living room, and even playing "pretend" with a set of plastic horses and cowboys.  She always had a fresh-baked lemon pound cake on a small table at the entrance to her kitchen. She also always had a jar of lemon drop candy. She would make the most amazing cinnamon and butter toast for breakfast. Her home and her clothes had a distinct smell, which lingers clearly in my memory to this day.  I would spend the night with her, along with my cousin Ronney, or my sister and cousin Cindy would spend the night with her. For safety, because of the steep wooden stairs, she would lock our bedroom door from the outside at night, but she would leave two jars on the windowsill, one for drinking and one for peeing. We always feared we would mix them up. I spent a lot of time in church with her, at Tidewater Central Church of the Nazarene.  She was a respected Bible teacher and compassionate "do-gooder." During church services, she would get caught up in the spirit and cry out, waving her hands in the air and sometimes running up the aisle. That was just normal to me. I remember her cleaning up my plate after a steak dinner, eating all the fat that I cut off my meat.  I remember her saving aluminum foil to use again, and saving bread bags. She wasted nothing.  The Depression did that to people.

Anniversary party at 37th Street in Norfolk.
The doorjamb visible behind her in the picture is the one
where our height was marked every year.
 Helen Shelton (paternal great aunt)
"Aunt" Helen... she was my father's aunt, but the relationship has proven to be complicated from what I have learned in my research.  She stayed with my dad's family in their tiny apartment in Norfolk as a teenager due to an unhappy home life (i.e. stepmother), sharing a bed with my dad who was still a young child. She and my dad remained very close. After Helen married, she lived in Richmond with her beloved "Dickie" but visited us often.  She was beautiful inside and out. She resembled Elizabeth Taylor in looks, exuding sweetness, humility, and love.  I remember her with much affection.  It was quite a shock to find out that her father Earl was born 3 years before his (supposed) father married his mother. As I said, it's complicated.

I am sitting on Aunt Helen's lap at the house on Witchduck Road
with Mamaw and my dad.
John Adam Zaun (paternal great grandfather)
Poppoo.... my oldest son is his namesake.  We made the pilgrimage to Richmond a couple of times a year to visit my great grandparents in their tiny house on Penick Road (see previous post "Our Women"). He died when I was 15, so I did not have a deep relationship with him, but I remember him fondly.  He was always sitting in his big easy chair puffing on his pipe, his gnarled fingers caressing the wooden lid of his tobacco jar.  I loved the smell, and I absolutely cherish the possession of his tobacco jar with the worn-smooth lid and the smaller jar for his matches.  It still smells of his tobacco.

In the yard at Penick Road.

Ernest Earl Zaun (paternal grandfather)
Pampaw.  This man is remembered as a wonderful man by everyone who knew him.  He died of complications from a botched gall bladder surgery at age 47 - I was only 4 1/2.  But I have distinct memories of him.  I recall sitting in his lap in the big green recliner in the den of his Witchduck Road house.  He would put a bandage on one finger of each hand and do the "Fly Away Jack, Fly Away Jill" trick that would have me completely mystified.  I remember walking around the yard holding his hand as he explained about every plant and tree in the yard.  He was one who told me that crabapples were not actually good to eat.  I can almost hear his words in my head.  I recall clearly the brand of peanut butter I had at their house when I was little, and I remember the flavor of their toothpaste. The sheets that are on my bed right now remind me of the pattern of his pajamas - it's the reason I bought them. Strong associations! I remember him telling me a story about tying a string to his big toe while he slept so that he could rock my father's cradle without getting up.  He was a football coach and Boy Scout leader to countless boys - now old men who still talk about him reverently. He was a bookkeeper at Dalton and Bundy Lumberyard in Norfolk.  I still have his leather covered measuring tape.  I have never heard a negative word spoken about him.

Mom sitting in Pampaw's recliner in the den at Witchduck Road.
Georgia Powell Zaun  (paternal great grandmother)
Nannie... I have already written quite a bit about her so I will be brief here.  She is the one who got me started on my family tree.  From her bed, she told me everything about her family that she could remember and I wrote it all down.  I was barely in my teens!  So happy I did that.  She was a quiet, but loving person.  I know her best through the letters she wrote to me and to my dad when he was little.

This is probably not a finished post.... check back later! And to repeat myself, I covet your comments on any of these posts.  If you have a story to add to what I have written, please share it in the comments below!

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Colonel Charles Lilburne Lewis of The Byrd

Me > Virginia Crofford > Teresa Allen > Augustus Allen > Robert Scott Allen > John Watson Allen > Turner Allen > Mary Lewis > Col. Charles Lewis.

I am posting this now, but plan to keep adding to it as I have time.  See also a previous post on the Allen and Lewis families.

Charles Lilburne Lewis was born in 1696 at Chemokin, New Kent County, Virginia.  His parents were John Taliaferro Lewis of New Kent County and Elizabeth Warner of Warner Hall (which is now a bed and breakfast and destination wedding site in Gloucester).  In 1717, Charles married Mary Howell, daughter of James Howell who was owner of "The Byrd" Plantation in Goochland. In 1725, Charles and Mary acquired The Byrd and moved there.  Charles was thereafter known as "Charles Lilburne Lewis of The Byrd." He lived there for fifty years. His son, Robert, inherited it after Charles' death.
http://wc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=7213&id=I18946

Byrd plantation, showing how imports and exports came by ship to the front door. http://www.wikiwand.com/en/History_of_Virginia
The Byrd is now a farm and winery in Goochland.  I can find no mention of a historic home on the property, but it would be wonderful to visit and soak in the family history there.

Col. Lewis wrote a well-known journal during his time serving in the military under George Washington.  I purchased a copy of it from Amazon.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Family Names

Genealogy is so much easier when people give their children traditional family names.  I have been able to verify my research countless number of times by looking at the names of all the siblings of my ancestors.  One or more of the siblings will usually have a middle name that comes from a grandparent or great grandparent.  Many times at least one sibling will have a middle name that comes from a maternal ancestor, which is the only way the maternal name is carried on.

Here is an example of how this naming tradition helps me.  I am having difficulty finding information on John Watson Allen.  I believe he is my 3X great grandfather, but I can't find any documentation to support that.  However, I can make assumptions based on what I do know:
  • John Watson Allen married Rebecca Scott of Lunenburg County, Va.   
  • Rebecca Scott's mother was Ann Dozier.
  • Robert Scott Allen is the father of Augustus Dozier Allen, my great grandfather.
  • Robert Scott Allen was born in Lunenburg County, Va.
  • One of Augustus' sisters is named Rebecca Scott Allen.  
Therefore, I can conclude that John Watson Allen and Rebecca Scott must be the parents of Robert Scott Allen.  This conclusion does not meet genealogical proof standards, but it is all I have to go on at the moment.



Sunday, September 13, 2015

Family Tree - maternal grandmother (5 generations)

This is part of the family tree that has been the most work.  There are still some unverified links here... the DNA tests have both helped and confused things.


Proving that my grandmother Teresa was actually born as Ethelyn Allen was the primary aim of the DNA test, and I believe that was a success:
1) DNA indicates a connection to the Allens of New Kent County, Virginia.  
2) Augustus Dozier Allen's father is from Virginia according to census documents.  
3) Dozier is a family name linked to my tree, further proof that Augustus Dozier Allen in my great grandfather.  
4) Augustus Allen's only daughter was named Ethelyn; therefore, she has to be my grandmother.


There is some question still about who Eliza Ann Applegate's parents are.  There are an unbelievable number of Eliza Applegates from Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois! She is definitely listed on a U. S. Census document in the household of "Tabitha" Applegate; however, there is another Eliza Applegate who is the daughter of Samuel and Cassandra Newkirk. This would not seem to be the correct Eliza, except that the Newkirks have shown up in my DNA test results.  I am still scratching my head over that one.

Interesting to note here that my grandmother was born in Illinois, grew up in Wichita, and lived in an orphanage in Texas.  But both her mother and father's families originated in Virginia.  

Family Tree - paternal grandmother (5 generations)

My little red-headed grandma "Jack" Abbott has an intriguing genealogy.  The Abbott family of New Jersey were well-known piano makers from England.  John Abbott married into the Whitfield/Godfrey family, who were descendants of some important first settlers in New England including Roger Williams of Rhode Island. My grandmother's maternal ancestors were original land grant holders in Southhampton County, Virginia.  Owens, Bryant, Cobb, Underwood, Chandler, and Edwards are still common names in that area. Eley Bryant was a Civil War POW at Point Lookout, Maryland.  



I still have many questions about this branch of the family tree.  Ida Rene Bryant was the subject of more than one previous post and there are many curiosities about her life. I'd like to know exactly where Eley and Margaret Bryant lived when they moved to Princess Anne County near the end of their lives. I know it was in the Blackwater/Land of Promise area, but have no idea how to find the property.  I'd be willing to bet the house is still there! I'd like to know how the Bryant family originally connected with the Abbott family in New Jersey... Ida Rene's brother Charles Bryant moved from Southhampton County to New Jersey and became a piano dealer.  Another brother, WilliamThomas Bryant, married Rebecca Abbott, George Abbott's sister. William and Bonnie lived in Princess Anne County until his mother Margaret died and then they moved to New Jersey.  Ida Rene later married George Abbott who was 14 years younger than she.  Strange that a family in New Jersey would have so many close ties to a family so deeply rooted in Virginia.

Family Tree - paternal grandfather (5 generations)

This is my paternal grandfather Ernie Zaun's family tree.  Part of this tree doesn't go back very far because my 2X great grandfather John Adam Zaun came straight from Germany. I know where he was born, but cannot identify his parents.  My burning question to him would be, why would you come to a new country at a time when it is embroiled in a Civil War?  My 2X great grandmother Elizabeth Wellner came over from Germany with her parents on the same ship with Adam Zaun.  I found them on an immigrant passenger list, but that is all I know about them.  My great grandmother Georgia Powell ("Nanny") came from an illustrious New England lineage which includes a Governor of Connecticut and First Settlers of Hartford.  I can trace her ancestry back to the earliest colonial days in the Judd and Bradley families.



My grandfather Ernie's paternal side was from Germany as I mentioned. His mother Georgia's paternal side was from Ireland and England; her maternal side was from England and Scotland.  There are previous posts telling the stories of George James Powell, Mary Louise Judd, Orrin Bishop Judd, and Elizabeth MacDonald.  

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Family Tree - maternal grandfather (5 generations)

I am so deeply immersed in the lives of our ancestors that they are almost as familiar to me as my immediate family. I have written stories about many of the individuals, but I realize that it may be difficult to keep track of the relationships if you don't visit Ancestry.com on a regular basis.  I thought it might be helpful to post a visual.

In the last post, I showed my family tree back to my 2X great grandparents.  Next I will post my four grandparents' trees back to my 4X great grandparents...starting right here with my maternal grandfather's tree:


Much of what I know about this branch of the family tree I learned from the writings of my great- grandmother Ada (Hall) Crofford.  I discovered that some of the details in her family history were not completely accurate, but she wrote stories that colorfully connected our family to historical events of the day.
Ada's mother's side of the family were prominent in the Dutch community in New York.

To remind you of a few other interesting details:  
John Dillingham told a story of being lost at sea as a young man with a few other men. They were finally rescued but not before they had discussed the possibility of which of them would be sacrificed for food.
The Dillingham family is still an important family in Liberty, Indiana - there are buildings, places, and streets named after them.  
Jacob Wandell, my 4th great grandfather, was Quartermaster at Valley Forge with Gen. George Washington. 
William Haight was mentioned in the journal of Deborah Sampson, the notorious Revolutionary War soldier (male imposter).
Andrew Hall from Michigan was trained as a Civil War soldier in Newport News.  He became a surgeon's assistant under General McClellan during the Seven Days Battle in Virginia.
Horace Calvin Crofford's discharge papers after the Civil War were signed by Ulysses S. Grant.


Thursday, September 10, 2015

My Family Tree - 5 generations

Here are five generations of my family tree, as accurate as I have been able to prove thus far.  I printed this basic tree from Ancestry.com, but on the actual website, you can see all the documentation and photos that I have accumulated on each person.  Each one has a unique story to tell!  I am 100% sure of the identities of all but two of these folks.  Sadie Wright and Elizabeth Highland, both 2X great grandmothers, have precious little information available, either in family documents or online.  Their names are about all that could be found.

I hope this is readable - it was hard to get a scanned copy to fit this space.

I took an online course to be able to better understand the DNA test results. It made me realize that more of our family members should get tested in order to more fully prove my genealogy research!  I thought that siblings had nearly identical DNA, but that is not true at all.  My sister and I each got different pieces of our parents' DNA; therefore, she may have gotten pieces of DNA from an ancestor that I did not.  I also learned that cousins, up to 4th cousins, almost certainly share at least some DNA.  On the other hand, I could be cousins with someone who shares absolutely no DNA at all with me, but we could both be linked by DNA to a different cousin who shares our same ancestor.  This gets very complicated, as you can imagine.