Posts Tagged ‘Jones’
Sherry Stocking Kline
February 20, 2010
It’s Saturday night! Time for some more Saturday Night Genealogy Fun with Randy Seaver! He wants us to tell him about our genealogy “Happy Dances!”
Hey, it’s Saturday Night (again), time for some Genealogy Fun! Your mission, if you decide to accept it, is to: 1) Think of any number of genealogy events or moments that make you have a genealogy happy dance, an ah-ha moment, or a genea-gasm. 2) Tell us about them in a blog post, in a comment to this blog post, or in a comment on Facebook.
I didn’t even know there was a Corson book!
Here we go! I just did a Happy Dance this past week. When I was doing a few minutes research on my own father, I found he was listed in the Corson Family Book!
I didn’t even know there was a Corson book! I love family history books, especially the kind that adds in some tidbits about the people, like what their occupation was, and if they served in the Civil, Revolutionary, War of 1812, Spanish-American War, etc, etc..
I love a ‘peek through the window’ of their lives…
And while I just love filling in the blanks on ancestral charts, I love it even more when I find a newspaper clipping, story, or a family history that gives me a peek ‘though the window’ into their lives.
Corson was the maiden name of my Dad’s grandmother, Margaret “Maggie” Corson McGinnis. And this is a line I’ve just simply not researched much at all, so this may be a fantastic springboard for further research.
Most of my “Happy Dances” haven’t been posted about yet, but that sounds like a fun course of future action!
More Happy Dances…
The Day the Genealogy Serendipity Angels Smiled… is one of those moments when you really believe in Genealogy Angels. The day I called the South Central Kentucky Cultural Center, hoping to learn a bit about our family history, and connected with a real, live, living cousin. It just doesn’t get any better than that!
by Sherry Stocking Kline
February 17, 2010
Here is a photograph of my mom’s cousin, Kenneth Jones, son of Evan and May Breneman Jones, in front of the high school at Kingman, Kansas.
Kenneth and his wife Lois had five children and lived in Duluth, Minnesota on Morris Thomas Road.
Kenneth’s mother, May Breneman Jones Willey lived with them for awhile, and then went into a nursing home called Nopemming (sp?).
Kenneth, Lois, and my great-aunt May have all passed away, and sad to say, we have lost touch with their children, and though I’ve tried to locate them, the last name of Jones is making that difficult.
We visited them several times when I was growing up, and I have very fond memories of horse-back riding at the neighbors, picking wild strawberries, and going agate hunting along one of the many lakes with Kenneth and his family.
Kenneth’s father, Evan Jones, is buried in the Osborne Cemetery, Sumner County, Kansas, near Mayfield.
Sherry Stocking Kline
February 10, 2010
I just love this photo of my Uncle Daryl Jones, Sr, my mom’s older brother.
Here he is, all dressed up to go somewhere and he and his friend, whoever he (or she!) might have been, stopped to take pictures. I’m so glad that he had his camera with him that day.
I imagine his grandchildren and great-grandchildren don’t think about their grandfather as a dashing young man riding a beautiful and feisty horse. My mother says that Golden River was a very spirited and beautiful horse, and that her parents didn’t want her to ride her.
So, of course she did.
by Sherry Stocking Kline
February 3rd, 2010
Several last week asked me to post the close-up of Great-Grandpa Constantine ‘Tom’ Breneman’s horse (I meant to do that last week along with last week’s photo!) so here is my follow-up post!
Like many of you, I love horses, and this is a fine looking horse. I’m guessing he was a dapple gray with darker mane and tail, but I suppose he might have been more of a cream color with dark mane and tale, like Dale Evans Rogers’ horse “Buttermilk”.
So many questions that I have with last week’s photo and this. First and most important:
What was his name? (the horse’s I mean)
What breed(s) was/were he? In last week’s photo he looks to be a fairly tall horse. Any horse lovers want to hazard a guess?
Did Great-Grandpa ride him, or was he strictly a buggy horse?
What year were these pictures taken? I wonder? I know with some detective work, I can narrow this down considerably.
Where was Great-Grandpa headed looking so spiffy? Or was he just out for a drive? Nearly all pictures we have of him, he is dressed in a suit, but in last week’s photo, he looks particularly spiffy.
I asked mom again this week “Was Grandpa a farmer?”
I knew that he lived on at least two different farms here, and she said that he did farm, but he really was more of a blacksmith, and did blacksmith work, rather than doing much farming.
His son, Otto or “Ott” as he was called, followed in his footsteps and had a blacksmith shop in Mayfield, Kansas. Those pictures are in a different box, but I will locate them and share here.
Neat! I just love old photos, especially with horses!
Great-Grandpa Breneman was a Civil War veteran, but I’ve never seen a photograph of him in uniform. I hope someday we run across one.
Salinda E. (Rose) Breneman - Photograph Constantine’s wife, Salinda, and her tombstone. Salinda and he divorced in later life.
Too Young to Die – Photo of Constantine’s son Albert Breneman, his siblings, and another photo of Albert’s tombstone. Albert was killed in a Motorcycle Accident.
By Sherry Stocking Kline
February 1, 2010
Smith, Hawley, Laird, Breneman, Stocking & Jones, too
Also McGinnis, Ames, Crabb, Corson, and other names it’s true.
What inspired these ancestors and led them to leave home
To go far from their homeland and bravely roam?
Who are these brave people who came before?
Oh, How I love it whenever I learn a bit more.
I’m curious about what they sold or they bought,
About their lives and beliefs, even what they thought.
What brought them to America? Why and when did they come?
What ship did they sail on, where exactly are they from?
All these questions I have, about each and every one,
I love finding clues, solving puzzles is such fun!
Was my Laird ancestor a highland Scots’ ‘prince’ or a pauper’s son?
It’s the hunt and the challenge that makes genealogy such fun!
Each answer brings new questions, then those answers I seek
To answer just one question, solve one clue sometimes takes weeks.
Who was this man, my Jones grandfather so elusive?
Must I dig deeper into the life of his mother and yes - get intrusive?
Was she un-married/ widowed/ divorced when she married a ‘Crabb’
What was she like, how did she dress? Fashion plate? Or drab?
For religious freedom, in the 1630’s my Stockings sailed
To America on the Griffith, ‘twas from England they hailed.
Part of the history books they became, & helped found a new town
It was Hartford, Connecticut, with Thomas Hooker’s party they founded.
An Anabaptist, our Breneman ancestor left a dungeon deep,
Walked across castle floors and out of the castle keep,
His life spared, he came to America where freedom to worship would be
And down through the centuries, many have fought to keep America free.
In the Revolutionary War, 1812, and World Wars One and Two
Korea, Vietnam, and the Civil War, too.
My ancestors were there, along with many others who served
For keeping our land free, it’s our thanks they deserve.
Great-Grandma (Corson) McGinnis lived to be a whole century old,
My brother still remembers the story she told
About singing for then campaigning Abe Lincoln as a wee child,
When he promised her statehood for Kansas, a territory wild.
My ancestors were farmers, blacksmiths, merchants and more,
Teachers who taught, and those who owned stores
As we build for the future, on their shoulders’ we stand
And our family still has teachers, and farmers who farm the land.
There are plane builders, engineers, and more than one preacher,
There are programmers, a writer, and an NASA astronaut once a teacher
So many different folks now make up our family tree,
As we live here in America, land of the brave and the free…
I tried to intersperse some of the stories and legends that come along with my family. I can’t prove that my Great-grandmother McGinnis (she would have been a Corson then) did sing for Abraham Lincoln as a child when Lincoln was campaigning, but she did live in the Springfield, Illinois area, did have a famous photograph that became part of the family story, and that is the story that she told her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, so I believe it to be true.
My Stocking ancestor, George Stocking’s name is on the founding father’s stone in Hartford, CT, and there are many documents on-line (and off) about George and the Thomas Hooker party that founded Hartford. It’s a small world when I found out years later that my Junior High Latin teacher was a descendant of the Hart family that Hartford was named for.
My cousin has been to the castle in Switzerland and even down in the dungeon where my Breneman ancestor was kept a prisoner. She said that it gave her goosebumps…
by Sherry Stocking Kline
January 27th, 2010
My almost Wordless Wednesday!
Here is a favorite photo of mine, my great-grandfather, Constantine “Tom” Breneman and his horse and buggy. Tom was a Civil War veteran and then later farmed in Sumner County, Kansas, near Mayfield and Milan. My mother, his grandaughter remembers that he “had high stepping horses”.
Constantine “Tom” was married to Salinda E. (Rose) Breneman, but they divorced later in life. Constantine and Salinda had five children, Ira, Albert, Harvey, Otto, Carrie, and May and you can see their photographs here.
Other Breneman Posts:
Music Monday – “Baby It’s Cold Outside” – this post includes a saying that Carrie Breneman Jones used to tell her children about cold weather.
by Sherry Stocking Kline
January 26, 2010
This tombstone is located in a Smith Family Cemetery in or near the Temple Hill area in Barren County, Kentucky. (there are several Smith Family cemeteries in Barren County.) It is a small family cemetery, but I would guess there might be as many as 20 or 30 burials there.
The cemetery was located behind a farmhouse, and the whole area was overgrown with tall grass. One clue to note is that someone (probably on Memorial Day given the plastic flowers are only slightly faded) had placed flowers on their grave. So most likely they have living children or grandchildren in the area.
1857 – 1936
1860 – 1940
While I suspect Lute and Sabina Smith may be family, I haven’t verified it yet, and I hope that can be part of this year’s adventures. I think Sabina is a very pretty name, one that I’d never heard before, and if it truly is unusual, that should make sorting her out of the other Smith’s easier. The name Lute doesn’t seem that common, either.
My next steps when I start working on this couple will be to check on the census for them, get a copy of their obituaries, will(s), and perhaps even give the local funeral homes a call as that has worked well in the past. Those are my first steps.
If it looks like there is a family connection, I will also contact the South Central Kentucky Cultural Center, as they have several family histories there, along with miscellaneous family information, and see if perhaps they have a family history for the family there that I can use as a springboard to use to locate the documents that would verify relationships.
We were at this cemetery 5 July 2005, looking for our own family burials, but we did not find any names in the cemetery that we knew to be our kin. We had my mother with us and were trying to locate her grandfather’s homestead.
We did not find my mother’s grandfather’s homestead, but were able to locate her great-great grandfather’s homestead about three miles on past this farmstead. Unfortunately, my ancestor’s Smith cemetery had already been returned to farm ground.
The tombstone of J. Thomas and Nancy A. (Smith) Harrison is just down the road a few miles in the Caney Fork Baptist Church cemetery. They may (or may not) be related to each other.
Warner LaRue Jones Tombstone. Warner was born in Kentucky to Willis and Martha Ellen Smith Jones.
by Sherry Stocking Kline
January 19, 2009
The following stone is the final resting place of my great-grandmother’s sister and her husband.
The Stone Reads:
May 13, 1844
July 10, 1911
November 9, 1846
October 13, 1927
This Stone is located in the cemetery of the Caney Fork Baptist Church, Temple Hill, Barren County, Kentucky.
Nancy A. (Smith) Harrison was the sister of my great-grandmother, my great-aunt. And until I began doing genealogy and doing research,I didn’t even know she existed.
Somehow, that feels strange to me, that I have fairly close extended family all over the United States that I don’t even know. That the person I hand money to in the store, even here in town, might be a cousin that I don’t know exists.
My husband and I experienced a situation very much like that in 2006, and probably I should blog about that soon. It was one of those serendipitous moments that we’ve had at least three times, meeting people that we were related to, and never knew about. But I digress.
Nancy A (Smith) Harrison was the daughter of Charles and Virginia (Hawley) Smith, and the sister of my great-grandmother, Martha Ellen Smith Jones. Now I know where my great-aunt was buried, but to this day, so far, I haven’t a clue where Martha Ellen was buried.
My great-grandmother is not buried next to her husband, and I don’t believe she was alive when he lived in the area he is buried in. Nancy Harrison’s other sibling, children of Charles and Virginia Hawley Smith (the ones that I know about) are: Calvin, George W., Sarah A., Mary E., Martha Ellen, Jones (my great-grandmother), William, and I believe there was one more child, but I don’t have that child’s name.
Nancy’s brother, George, married Miss Julia Harrison, but I’ve not yet tried to learn if Julia and J. Tom are siblings. That would be a great addition to my Genealogical Goals for 2010! And a goal that should be fairly straightforward.
For more information about the Smith family, see the following posts:
And if you are reading this, and you’re my kin, please leave a note so we can say “hello, nice to meet you!”
by Sherry Stocking Kline
January 9th, 2010
It’s Saturday Night Live at the Saturday Night Genealogy Fun Playhouse, and Randy Seaver wants to know what our Genealogy Super Powers are.
Check out Randy’s Challenge below or at Geneamusings.
It’s Saturday Night – time for more Genealogy Fun!
Dean Richardson posted What’s Your Genealogical Superpower? on his Genlighten Blog – Genealogy Documented blog last week, along with a nifty picture of a young lady with a big S on her shirt flying (is that Dean’s wife?). I thought Dean’s question was a great one for SNGF – so your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to…
1) Answer the question: Do you have a genealogical “superpower”? (i.e., a unique research ability or technique that helps you track down records or assemble conclusions that others can’t?) If so, what is it?
2) Tell us about it in a blog post, a comment to this post, a comment to Dean’s post, or a comment to this post on Facebook or Twitter.
3) If you have a picture of yourself in superpower mode, please show it to us!
What are my super powers? What is it they say in the movies? I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you? Seriously, I’m just not sure that I have any “super” powers.
I do seem to have some good networking and investigative skills, and I’ve managed to run people (dead and live ones) down by making phone call after phone call to one entity or another.
I found a distant elderly living cousin in Barren County, Kentucky by doing the following:
1. We were at the Glasgow City cemetery and there were flowers on the grave of my great-great aunt. That told me that someone living, and probably someone from that the area, put them there. She was of an age to still have living children, and definitely could have living grandchildren.
2. So, my next step could have been to find her obituary and that would have been a good next step, but I was hoping for a little quicker solution, so I called the local funeral home(s) with her name and date of death.
3. I hit gold on my second funeral home. They had handled her funeral arrangements. Because I had visited with this director on several occasions and he knew the cousins I’d already connected with in his town, he gave me the woman’s name and I was able to call her.
My new-found (and very elderly) cousin was very kind, but she knew very little about her ancestry and was very apologetic about “having had to throw away all the old photos due to moving into a smaller apartment.”
My first thought was “You Did WHAT?!”
But I didn’t say that and while I was broken hearted knowing that photos of my ancestors may have gone into the dumpster, at least I was able to learn that that particular avenue was closed to me for more information, and I connected with a nice sounding distant relative.
I guess what I’ve learned is that you can pick up the phone and make a few phone calls that can help you connect with distant family members and further your research, though you may not always get positive results.
Sherry Stocking Kline
January 4, 2010
I had so much fun doing Christmas music video’s that when I found this duet Baby, It’s Cold Outside (Dean Martin with Martina McBride)on former Kansas girl, Martina McBride’s “White Christmas” album I just couldn’t resist posting it here.
Besides, here in Kansas, with barely double digit temps, and single digit wind chills, it’s pretty appropriate today, ‘cuz Baby it’s sure cold outside here!
When we were having cold weather (like this week) my dad, Harold ‘Jiggs’ Stocking, Sr., would always come in from feeding the cattle or working outside (we had a wheat and dairy farm then) and laughingly tell my mom”Baby it’s Cold Outside!” After listening to the song a few times, I know why he was laughing when he said it!
The song also reminds me to share a saying that my Mom’s mom, Carrie Breneman Jones always told her:
“When the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen”.
I’ve been paying attention ever since she shared that with me, and it’s often very true! We were working outside in medium weight jackets here right before Christmas.
In just a couple of days, we’re going into minus wind chill temps here. Brrrrr!
With a couple of inches of snow and minus wind chills, I won’t be doing any ‘cemetery stomping’ this week, for sure!
Fifty-four days till the first of March! (but who’s counting!) Can’t wait!