Structures don’t last forever…

So… living in the area where my grandmother’s ancestors settled in 1816 has it pluses and minuses.  The pluses of course are easy access to records, you can visit the places they lived and the cemeteries where they are buried to make research a little easier.  The minuses are watching the homes that are still standing crumble and fade away due to neglect.

The “Homeplace” has many fond memories for my cousins and family members.  Even though I only visited it once (when I was in 6th grade) after it had long been sold out of the family, my grandma often talked of how she wished she could have been able to buy it and fix it up again.  Now that she is gone, it seems to be a wish that I have.  I have an strong desire to own land first purchased by the Thomas family.  Land that still has homes those ancestors built.  To have that connection to my ancestors not only in thought but to have a place for family to gather once again and visit and tell stories of what they remember about their childhood.  Three homes once stood on the land purchased in 1816.  One brick structure that burned in 1939 that is believed to have been built in the 1820’s that belonged to Dr. John Thomas;  the 2nd that was built in 1830 by Dr. John’s son James Peirce Thomas (still standing but needs to be saved in the next 5 years) and the third built sometime after 1850 which is where 6 generations of Thomas’ once lived.

This whole resurgence or desire of wanting to live a simpler life in the country running self sufficient, hobby type farm and owning the homeplace has been on my mind for some time.  But now,  after recently driving past the farm,  an overwhelming sense of desperation overtakes me as I see that the barn roof has collapsed. Yes… structures don’t last forever… but they do last longer when maintained.  I suffer from a sense of pride for what my ancestors accomplished and have difficulty sitting by and watching what they built with their very lives disappear into oblivion.  Great memories that will soon be forgotten as family members pass on.

If ever there was a time to buy a lottery ticket… I guess now would be it.  Even though the farm is not for sale… I wonder if someday it will be.  So, here I sit hoping for some miracle to happen to get us out of small town city life into a refuge of solace, peace, simplicity and a reconnection to ancestors and family who had the right idea of country life.

Intuition

So, I have been reading an interesting book entitled “Psychic Roots” by Henry Z. Jones, Jr. Please don’t think I looking to find out if I am psychic, it discusses intuition when researching family history.  Many people have relayed stories to the author about how their being in the wrong place at the right time or just having a “feeling of being lead” to check out a source that doesn’t relate to what they have been researching.

I can honestly say that I understand and have experienced this type of “feeling” during my research as well.  My grandmother,  Reba Thomas Love, was a descendant of the Thomas family that has been in Wayne County, Indiana since 1816.   Grandma would often tell stories about her family and her ancestors and what she remembered hearing growing up.  One particular story that was told to her by her grandfather (Joseph Howard Thomas) was about a female Thomas ancestor who went to visit family in Troy, Ohio.  She road from Cox’s Mill area (now Middleboro) on horseback, taking with her their youngest child. While visiting with relatives, she died.  No known records or accounts exist to where she is buried or what happened to the child that rode with her.

Wanting to understand more about my history, I began researching to see if I could verify this story.  The biggest problem was that each of the Thomas forefathers were buried next to their wives in Goshen Cemetery.  The Thomas family had been involved in the United Methodist Church at Middleboro for well over 100 years.  Not knowing the Quaker connection was there, I had never researched any records. The Thomas family and relatives are quite extensive in the oldest section of the cemetery, which used to be a preparative meeting for Whitewater and Chester Monthly Meetings.  So… I took a chance to see if there were Quaker connections.  The “cold chills” moment came when I opened the book directly to the entry listing the information I needed. Not only did I find when they transferred  to Whitewater MM, I was also able to trace them back to verify them coming from Centreville, Delaware.  The biggest surprise was to learn that John Thomas had a 1st wife whom most of the descendants for the last 100 years knew nothing about.  She seemed to be the ancestor who died while visiting relatives.  In reading further I discover that he married his 2nd wife Elida C. (Miller) Harned in March of 1825.  Since the 1820 Indiana census lists a woman of Elizabeth’s age living in the household, information narrowed a window between 1820 and 1824 where his 1st wife, Elizabeth, would have passed away.

The next step was trying to figure out what the names of Elizabeth’s parents.  John Thomas and his 1st wife Elizabeth were the parents of our Thomas family in Wayne County.  Their only son to live to adulthood was James Peirce Thomas, who followed his parents to Wayne County in 1817.  It seemed a common practice that many of the sons were named after the wife’s fathers or other male relatives, I took the hunch that it was possible that Elizabeth’s maiden name was Peirce and that her father’s name may have been James.  Once again I stumbled across a “goose bump” citation that dealt with cousins by the name of Hannah Whitaker and Sarah Addleman that were named Peirce prior to their marriages.  Others had verified their connection to the father of these women, his name being James Peirce, but there was never any mention of a sister named Elizabeth.  These families all lived in very close proximity to each other and something kept nagging me to pursue the information.

Finding a copy of James Peirce’s will dated 1802, in Chester County, Pennsylvania, was pretty easy.  It listed his wife Hannah (Way) Peirce and his daughters Elizabeth, Sarah and Hannah, but no mention of their married names.  After locating his wife Hannah’s will in Deleware, dated 1812, everything fell into place with John and Elizabeth (Peirce) Thomas being listed in her will.  My “intuition” in this situation was correct… and yes… again with the goosebumps!  Now the family lines are traced back to George Pearce in the 1630’s in England.  Longwood Gardens in Chester County once belonged to the Peirce family. After locating more information more Quaker records verified more locations and places the families lived and attended church.

Then the final piece of the puzzle fell into place when I discovered Peirce relatives that had moved to Miami County, Ohio and were members of West Milton and Union Monthly Meetings.  There was a death in the family in October 1821 and his widow remarrying in December of 1822.  Oh, by-the-way, her Peirce relatives lived less than fifteen miles from Troy, Ohio!

All I can say is that I do believe that divine providence guides my research and my educated hunches.  Now… if I can just find such a “hunch” and locate the John Thomas ancestral line past his father!

Starting something new!

Okay… so I am joining the rest of the world of blogging.  I was recently inspired by a fellow researcher as he lists what he has found while researching his family.

I began my work in genealogy in 1985 when I had to do a project for US History in 8th grade.  When I began the work, it was very interesting because as I asked my grandparents about my ancestors, I was also told old family tales and many stories about life that I didn’t previously appreciate.  To turn back time and record all of those conversations would be something I would love to be able to do, but memory will have to serve me in this case.

I have always believed that everyone leaves a legacy behind.  Stephen Sondheim said it best that all you can really leave this world is children and art.  To know that I am part of a legacy of hard working pioneers, struggling families, some broken, some well to do, some proud, some not so proud.  These are all part of my history.  We have been given the choice to choose if we want to continue bad habits and carry on certain traditions that have plagued family trees for thousands of years.  I guess that is why I like genealogy so much… it is our own personal story or mystery to solve; to find out why and how I came to be.

Hope I can inspire someone else to find out their legacy as well!  Happy Rooting!