Category Archives: My Family Lines

Women in my tree: great grandmother Annabelle (Boyd) Rogers

Women seem to fade into the background of our family trees, their lives and stories so quickly forgotten.  Researching my father’s family, I recently realized I had asked him very few questions about his beloved grandmother, Annabelle (Boyd) Rogers, who, with Dad’s grandfather Joseph Rogers, raised my Dad and legally adopted him.

Annabelle, holding my Dad, Wayne Rogers, next to husband Joseph

Annabelle was a sweet, kind woman who was a “mail order bride.”  She and Joseph married about 1918, and in 1919 their first child, Floyd, was born.  He was followed by Bessie, in 1921, and Josie, Dad’s biological mother, in 1924.  The night Josie went into labor with Dad was quite stormy and the doctor was unable to make the trip over dirt roads to assist the young mother give birth.  Joseph assumed the role of doctor and delivered his grandson, Wayne.

Joseph and Annabelle were wonderful parents to Dad.  While they didn’t have much money, they made sure he had what he needed.  He was given the typical toys little boys crave, including bicycles and toy guns and other playthings.  One of Dad’s favorite things, however, was not a toy:  he enjoyed visiting the nursery with his mother and gardening. It was his love of the nursery that caused Annabelle some grief early one morning.

Annabelle, as she did most mornings, was taking Dad to preschool.  When it was time to take him in, Dad refused to budge.  Annabelle had shared with him her plans to visit the nursery that morning, and Dad, upset he would be at school instead of outside gardening with her, carried on something fierce.  Annabelle, always considerate of his feelings, made a deal with Dad.  She told him she expected him to behave like a big boy and to get out of the car, and if he didn’t fuss any more, she would change her day and visit the nursery in the afternoon instead so he could join in on the activity.  Annabelle’s willingness to completely rearrange her agenda showed how much she cared for the little boy and wanted to spend time with him.

One of Dad’s best and earliest memories is of Floyd, Annabelle’s oldest son.

Floyd Lafayette Rogers (1919-1944) was kind to Dad and made him feel loved and special

Floyd was a kind young man and made Dad feel loved.  Unfortunately, their time together was short; Floyd was killed 12 July 1944.  He had left some money for his family in the event of his death, and this money was pivotal in the next of Dad’s stories about his beloved Annabelle.  The following is shared in his words, which I’ve edited slightly for posting:

When I was about 9 I broke my bike frame and Mom said not to worry about it, we would see about it in the morning.  So the next morning I was up and ready to go. She made my breakfast and we left home and were on our way.

I noticed we weren’t going down town where the bike shop was.  When I asked where we were going, I was told to get some flowers at the nursery, one of my special places to go. After making a few selections we were back in the car and headed to the bike shop.  We went in, taking my bike with us. Mr. Young met us and said, ‘Wayne what did you do?’   I told him that I did not know but my bike had broken. He kind of grinned and said, ‘I think you have gotten too big for this one.”

So, my mom told me to look around and see if I could find one I liked.  Like all men can pick out a high dollar car, so little boys can pick out a high dollar bike.  Now this is around 1951 and I picked out a $79.99 bike.

Mr. Young said, ‘I don’t think your big enough for that one.’   But I told him that’s the one I want. Then mom asked Mr. Young how much the bike cost. Her reaction to the price was ‘That’s a lot of money.”  Mr. Young tried to talk to me about another bike but I did not want that.  He told me if I’d go look around he would try and find me a deal.  Well, I returned to hear Mr. Young say ‘You give me ten dollars and take this used bike and when you come back to get the bike he wants I’ll give you back your $10.’  To hear this made me broken hearted. I guess it showed on my face because Mr. Young kneeled down with me and said, “Now Wayne, why are you so sad? You are going to take this bike home and get used to riding a big bike first so you don’t mess up your new bike.”  Now, nowhere did I see the big, beautiful, red bike I wanted with the chrome fenders.  Then he said, “When you get used to a bigger bike you can get this one.”  It just did not compute to my thinking.

Apparently it didn’t make sense to Annabelle either.  Money was tight, but she came up with a plan.

Then my mom said let’s take care of this now.   She said, ‘You know my son was killed in the war and left me some money and $100.00 was for Wayne. She then dug into her purse and pulled out some bills.   ‘This is for Wayne’s bike,’ she said.  And as I looked in her eyes that were filled with tears she handed Mr. Young a $100.00 bill. Then before I knew it she held me tight and kissed me.  Then she said you know Floyd really loved you.  That was my most special time with my mom. And I had such a good memory of my brother Floyd.

Annabelle died on 26 January 1956, a month before Dad’s 14th birthday.

Joseph and Annabelle, about 1955, in Brownwood, Texas

Annabelle is buried next to Floyd in Rising Star Cemetery, Rising Star, Texas

The Brownwood Bulletin, [?] January 1956, p. 1

The pain of losing Annabelle was tremendous, but Dad was truly blessed to have had her in his life and to have to known her incredible love and gentle spirit.

 


Seek and ye shall find….the missing children of Benjamin and Cynthia (Day) Bursley

My great, great grandmother, Lavina (Bursley) Stanwood, was the sixth child born to Benajamin and Cynthia (Day) Bursley.  Pictured with her above are her living siblings, beginning with John Morris Bursley (left), Susan (Bursley) Schelefoo Smallen, Lavina (Bursley) Stanwood, and Martha (Bursley) Orrock.  Another brother, Aaron Day Bursley, lived to adulthood, but photos of him have not yet been identified.

Grandma Lavina’s three oldest siblings, Julia, Arlette and Benjamin Jr., have always been a bit of a mystery.  Their births were recorded in the Lagrange, Penobscot County, Maine town records.

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Julia A. Bursley Born Nov 18th 1835

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Benjamin Bursley Jr Born Sep 16th 1839

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Arlette Bursley, born Oct 5th 1837

However, none of the older children were listed on the 1850 census:

1850 census

Benj Bursly with Cynthia, John W., Susan H. and Lorina (sic)

Those of us researching the Bursley family have always wondered what happened to Julia, Arlette and little Ben Jr., but for years we were left to ponder.  That is, until GenealogyBank added issues of the Gospel Banner to their database.

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The Gospel Banner reprinted the above from the Bangor Democrat, and  recorded the deaths of young Arlette, Julia and Benjamin Jr., who died with ten days of eachother.

Died in this city, August 22d, Arlette Bursley aged 11 years 10 months; August 29th, Julia Augusta Bursley aged 13 years 9 months; and August 31st, Benjamin Bursley aged 10 years, children of Benjamin and Cynthia S. Bursley.  Thus within a very brief time these parents have been called to part with their three elder children, cut down by the same disease, the scarlet-fever, and are bowed down in affliction and sorrow.  The eldest, a daughter, was a most excellent girl, kind and faithful to her trusts and duties wherever she was placed.  Deeply will their parents and especially her mother mourn her loss, and many hearts will sympathize with her in her grief.  God sustain them in this hour! – Bangor Democrat.

Scarlett fever occurs as the result of an infection with a group A Streptococcus bacteria, and it is most often spread by those who cough and sneeze. Children, aged 5 to 15 years, are the  most often afflicted; however, only a small number of those with group A Strep infections go on to develop Scarlett fever.  The first signs and symptoms of an infection include a sore throat, fever, headache, swollen lymph nodes and red or scarlet-colored rash.

Unfortunately, there were no antibiotics when Julia, Arlette and little Ben were diagnosed with “the scarlett-fever.”  Those life-saving medicines were not be discovered for another century.  Had they had the advantage of penicillin, photos of Julia, Arlette and Ben could have been added with their siblings above.


The animals of my ancestors

My great grandfather, Ernest L. Simpson, far right, with his dog.

My great grandfather, Ernest L. Simpson, far right, with his dog.

I sit here typing with two Toy Poodles on my lap.  (I come from a long line of animal lovers!) Where did this love come from?  Until recently, I assumed this passion for animals was nurtured through childhood.  Certainly that is part of it, but I was intrigued by last week’s episode of TLC’s Long Lost Family, in which a woman was introduced to her biological father.  While they had before never met, father and daughter learned they had one huge thing in common – a love for animals.  Both were involved with animal foundations and rescue programs, and considered animals to be a huge part of their lives.  Could this love of animals be partly genetic?  Continue reading


Alson L. Day’s Civil War Letters Home

The American Civil War, or War of the Rebellion, was a long, bloody war.  Certainly many deaths were the result of combat, but just as significant is the numbers of soldiers who died due to disease.  Such was the case for Alson L. Day, who was drafted into the 16th Maine on 30 September 1864.  It appears that he did not actually begin his service until the beginning of the following year.  What follows are letters written by Alson to his family:

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24 February 1865 – Page 2

24 February 1865

Camp of 16th Maine

Dear Father

Having a few leisure moments I will [write] a few lines to let you know where I am[.]  I left Camp Distribution the 18th and arived at the Regiment the 21st, I was paid three months pay yesterday.  I shall send home about twenty dollars.  If you have a chance I wish yo would exchange my bounty money for green backs.  I should lik[e] to know what Osgood has done about paying that note.  Uncle George [Grover] went to the Hospital before they started on this last move[.]  I don’t know what Hospital he is in[.]  you can send me a pair of stockins by mail by puting on about six cents postage you can roll them up in a news paper or do them up snug and put a wraper around them.  I don’t think of any thing more now to write so I will bid you

Good By

Alson L. Day

Please write as soon as you get this.

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The Penobscot, Maine Malings

Can you help William Maling with his family history? Please email him at drumsir at aol dot com if you would like to collaborate!  (Note:  William’s great grandmother, Joanna Augusta (White) Maling, is the sister of my 3rd great grandmother, Caroline (White) Stanwood).

EUGENE’S ANCESTORS
By William Maling

I traced our branch of the Maling family back to Nova Scotia (NS), Canada in the 1800s. I was unable to find out how and when the earliest ancestors (William and Ellen) got there or when they were born, married or died; in spite of my hiring a genealogy consultant in Halifax, NS for that specific task. No immigration records were kept until 1880 in Nova Scotia, and passenger manifests on incoming ships were far from being specific as to names or ages. Here is a summary chart, Descendants of William and Ellen Maling.

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Descendants of William Maling and Ellen his wife

Although I have much more information on these Maling descendants in pedigree chart form, I do not include in this history the many lines of all the “cousins.” I have an unpublished Descendants of William H. Maling genealogy on, who I call, our Penobscot County Maine Malings done in classic written form by Nathan P. Maling. Continue reading


A tribute to Jonathan Day of Starks, Maine

Jonathan Day, son of John and Elizabeth (Skillings) Day

Jonathan Day.  Photo courtesy of Margaret Bienart.

Jonathan Day was born 3 September 1820 to John and Elizabeth (Skillings) Day.  He was beloved by his family.  Lucy Hutchins, the granddaughter of Jonathan Day, wrote:

It was 23rd of February in the year 1851. Young Jonathan day tiptoed carefully into the newly finished room parentheses built in the southern end of the addition to the little old house.

There his Aunt Sarah Nichols with his baby daughter into his arms. Smiling into the tiny face he laid her down tenderly beside her mother, sweet Lucy Sherburne Day. Telling of it long afterward he said, “I did just as Aunt Polly (with whom he lived) told me to do.”   She had said that to do that instead of handing the child back to the nurse meant that he owned her as his. And how happy he was to greet his firstborn!

In his old age he wrote as an acrostic on her name:

Feb. 23, 1908

Ere the short day was gone
My little girl was born.
My sakes! How proud we felt
And full of sweet content

Long years have passed since then.

Days weeks and months have flown,
And does this woman live?

Yes with her husband lives.

How great our mercies are
Under our Makers care.
Then let us pass our days
Considering wisdom’s ways
Homeward our steps we’ll bend
In heaven our troubles and.
Nearer to Him we’ll be,
So near to Thee.

Jonathan and Lucy had been married nearly a year. She had come in the winter of 1849-50 to visit her mother, who years after her first husband’s death, had married, second “Uncle Ira Young” and was living in the Starks neighborhood.

That was a winter of much sickness. Aunt Polly’s husband sickened and died. She herself was ill and Jonathan needed help. Lucy Sherburne came the stranger but the acquaintance quickly ripened from mutual respect and when she left it was with the promise of returning as a bride. She went down to Mount Vernon her former home and returned in late March with her sister and a “pung” load of her possessions. The going was “breaking up” that is, the hardpacked snow in the road was softening making traveling hazardous and the young women had a hard time near the end of the journey.

The sister Sarah after they were safely arrived got to laughing hysterically over their mishaps and “couldn’t stop” for a long time.

They went to their mothers and their on the 27th of March 1850 Grandpa Jonathan went to claim his bride. He had lived with Aunt Polly and her husband Uncle Wm. Sutherland since 1825, they having no children of their own took him when he was a child of five.

So now the whole care of the farm came to him and he built an addition to the old house. In the southern part of this he finished off the best room where the baby was born. Here was grandmother Lucy’s bureau, her Boston rocker and stand, etc.  The bed was cleverly contrived so it could be lifted up and fastened to the wall by hooks when not in use.

There was a passageway from the old house extending the length of the addition. A door from it opened into the best room- beyond that led to the woodshed part

On the very day that little Emma was two years old another great event came to the family. A little boy was born and a happy mother gave him the name of her own father, Samuel Sherburne. He was called Sherburne, mostly abbreviated to Sherb. In later years he signed himself S. S. Day except in family letters when it was “Sherb” or perhaps “Uncle Sam”.

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The homestead of John Day in Manchester, Maine

For the genealogist, little can compare to finding the homestead of your ancestor.  And with the help of Dale Potter-Clark of the Readfield Historical Society in Maine that is exactly what we did!

This house is believed to be the homestead of John Day

This house is believed to be the homestead of John Day

First, some background:

On 24 October, 1796, John Day purchased from Benjamin Allen a portion of Lot 41, then described as Winthrop, in the County of Lincoln, Maine. Continue reading