It's been almost a year since I last posted. Hopefully I can do better this coming summer when I won't be working as many hours.
I was researching some of our ancestors today and discovered that my 4th great grandmother, Violate Stockwell, who was married to William Burgess, Sr. is a descendant of Rebecca Towne Nurse.
Rebecca was one of the key figures in the Salem Witch Trials of the 1690's. Her story is one of great interest. She was hanged when she was 71 years old even though she was found innocent by a jury and again by the Governor.
Check our her story on Wikipedia. Just google her by name. She was born in England in 1621 and came to the Massachusetts Bay Colony where she married Francis Nurse. They raised 8 children and were a prominent family in the community. Her accusers were neighbors of theirs with whom they had a long standing property dispute.
She is one of the central characters in Arthur Miller's book, the Crucible. She is also portrayed by Shirley MacLaine in a 2002 CBS mini-series, Salem Witch Trials. There were only 20 people hanged during this tumultuous period of history. I had no idea they had hanged someone of such advanced age. Her body was buried in a shallow grave near the gallows with some body parts actually not completely covered. Her family came in the night and dug up the body and buried her on their family farm. There is a memorial still standing to mark her grave.
Check it out, it is an interesting read and fun to see how we are related to historical figures.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Wilmer's story continues
"On the first of April, I was notified to take my family and go back to the fort. We got as far as Navajo Springs where I met Captain Haskell. He told me the mission was broken up by the fort. I was given an honorable release. We returned home to Pine Valley and I took my oxen and went to logging. Our daughter Frona was born the twentieth of May, 1876. I worked steady with the oxen until the fall of 1879 hauling logs for the saw mill.
I would like to relate a beautiful, awesome experience on one of my trips to St. George with a load of lumber from my father's mill.
(I may have shared this story before but I believe it is worth repeating.)
I was driving four oxen, and oxen are slow and stubborn, so when I got to the foot of the grade we had to climb, the oxen refused to budge. No amount of nice talk would faze them, so I had to use some strong cuss words and the whip. Finally they started up the hill. We finally made it to the top, and I allowed them to rest a spell. When I started up, I discovered a man walking beside me and he was all dressed up, had on a gray suit, and hat, and his hair was gray. I was startled to say the least, because we were miles from St. George or any other place and I couldn't imagine how he had gotten there. There was no kind of conveyance in sight. He started to talk to me. He said, "I see you had a lot of trouble at the bottom of the hill." "Yes," I said, "and I had a lot of help." "Who," he asked? "I had the devil and all is imps," I said. "Yes," he said, "and that's what I want to talk to you about. Young fellow, you must change your ways and go to the Temple and have your children and wife sealed to you, for the Lord has a big work for you to do." This aroused my curiosity and I had so many questions to ask.
About this time the oxen were getting lazy again so I turned to touch them with the whip, and when I turned back the man was nowhere to be seen. I looked all around, stopped the oxen, climbed up on the lumber and looked in all directions. The place where I was was quite flat country and I could see a long distance, but there was no sign of him. Well, this really gave me food for thought. I really thought and wondered. I could hardly wait until I could get back to Pine Valley. But I did have to get to St. George, unload, let the oxen eat and rest, so I couldn't leave until morning.
As soon as I got home I went directly to my dad (William Burgess, Sr.) and asked him what it all meant. He said, "He is a messenger from our Father in Heaven, and I'm sure he is one of the Nephite Prophets." The next day I went to my mother's father, (Zerah Pulsipher) who was a patriarch. I repeated the story and he said the same, that he was a messenger and was one of the Nephite Prophets. Believe me, I changed my ways. My wife and I went to the temple and we were married for time and eternity and had our children sealed to us. Also the twins we lost.
Years later when I was fulfilling my calling, I always walked to and from the temple. I was on the east side of the temple about ready to go in when this same man joined me and said he was very glad to see me working in the temple. Again I was going to ask some questions, but he disappeared right before my eyes.
I would like to relate a beautiful, awesome experience on one of my trips to St. George with a load of lumber from my father's mill.
(I may have shared this story before but I believe it is worth repeating.)
I was driving four oxen, and oxen are slow and stubborn, so when I got to the foot of the grade we had to climb, the oxen refused to budge. No amount of nice talk would faze them, so I had to use some strong cuss words and the whip. Finally they started up the hill. We finally made it to the top, and I allowed them to rest a spell. When I started up, I discovered a man walking beside me and he was all dressed up, had on a gray suit, and hat, and his hair was gray. I was startled to say the least, because we were miles from St. George or any other place and I couldn't imagine how he had gotten there. There was no kind of conveyance in sight. He started to talk to me. He said, "I see you had a lot of trouble at the bottom of the hill." "Yes," I said, "and I had a lot of help." "Who," he asked? "I had the devil and all is imps," I said. "Yes," he said, "and that's what I want to talk to you about. Young fellow, you must change your ways and go to the Temple and have your children and wife sealed to you, for the Lord has a big work for you to do." This aroused my curiosity and I had so many questions to ask.
About this time the oxen were getting lazy again so I turned to touch them with the whip, and when I turned back the man was nowhere to be seen. I looked all around, stopped the oxen, climbed up on the lumber and looked in all directions. The place where I was was quite flat country and I could see a long distance, but there was no sign of him. Well, this really gave me food for thought. I really thought and wondered. I could hardly wait until I could get back to Pine Valley. But I did have to get to St. George, unload, let the oxen eat and rest, so I couldn't leave until morning.
As soon as I got home I went directly to my dad (William Burgess, Sr.) and asked him what it all meant. He said, "He is a messenger from our Father in Heaven, and I'm sure he is one of the Nephite Prophets." The next day I went to my mother's father, (Zerah Pulsipher) who was a patriarch. I repeated the story and he said the same, that he was a messenger and was one of the Nephite Prophets. Believe me, I changed my ways. My wife and I went to the temple and we were married for time and eternity and had our children sealed to us. Also the twins we lost.
Years later when I was fulfilling my calling, I always walked to and from the temple. I was on the east side of the temple about ready to go in when this same man joined me and said he was very glad to see me working in the temple. Again I was going to ask some questions, but he disappeared right before my eyes.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Wilmer Burgess, continued
As promised, though much later than expected, is the continuation of Wilmer Burgess's story:
"In the spring of 1869 I went with my uncle to Clover Valley, Nevada (this is where my great grandmother, Dina Elizabeth Crow was born) to help move his folks. It was here I met my future wife, Tressie Jane Heath. She was working for my uncles' family. She was going back to her home, so I took her with me to St. George. On the twentieth of June we were married. After we married, we lived in Pine Valley for about a month, then we went to Salt Lake City. I got a job hauling ties for the railroad on the Weber River.
We returned to Washington County three weeks before Christmas. On the tenth day of January, 1870 I was called to join the Iron County District Militia of Utah, to guard against the Indians for a month and seven days. I was fired at twice by an Indian, but I shot him. I don't know whether or not I hit him, but he didn't bother me any more and I was able to save two hundred horses. His companions carried him off. There were twelve Indians on the raid, and we six guards, but some of the guards were sleeping in a log house near the horses. We sure had a bad time that night. The Indians came upon me first and I fired five shots to scare them off, that's how I shot the Indian. I was subject to call any time, day or night, until the Indian trouble was over in 1875.
After returning home, I broke a pair of wild mules and started hauling lumber into Pioche, Nevada. I worked at team work, freighting and hauling lumber, and saw mill work until the fall of 1876. That winter I moved my family to Panaca, Nevada. By this time we had two children, Will and Eva. I spent the winter hauling and burning coal for the mines. We were making charcoal from the coal.
In the spring, we returned home to Pine Valley. I was called to make a road to Mount Turn Bow to a saw mill to haul lumber to St. George to help build the Temple on the twenty-third of June, 1876.
I was called by the St. George Militia to join a military company on the Colorado River to build a fort. This was to prevent the Indians from crossing the river and to keep them away from the settlements. They had made threats that they would kill and raid as long as there was an Indian left. In the company there were about forty men. We arrived there on the fourth of July. I had charge of all the horses, and I was head scout. I was continually riding from Lee's Ferry to the Old Lite Ford, forty miles above watching the trails for Indians. Thales Haskell was our head captain at Lee's Ferry. I was continually riding and scouting around until October 15, 1874. Then we had a peace conference and made peace with the Indians. I was released and got home the first of November--I believe I got home on Sunday. On Tuesday, I was called to take a band of horses to Lee's Ferry Fort to trade to the Indians. These horses were traded to the Indians to keep them from going into the settlements.
At the time we made the peace treaty with the Indians, we promised to keep a trading post at Lee's Ferry so they could trade their Navajo blankets and other things for horses and supplies. Jim Heath, Jacob Hamblin and his son, Ben, accompanied me on this trip. There were five men at the fort when we got there, including Captain Haskell and his men. I had the job of head trader. I traded about seventeen head that trip. I got into a dispute with them, and twenty five Indians gathered around me with their bows and arrows ready to shoot. The chief's daughter, twenty years old, stepped in and crowded the Indians back. She said, "You will have to give me a horse for saving your life." I asked the chief it it would be all right and he said, "Yes." So that settled the trouble. (sounds slightly like the Pocohantas story.)
The chief's daughter gave me many presents and wanted me to go home with her. The chief said he would protect me if I would go, and he had two other daughters who were just as pretty, and I could have one or two or all three. I told him I had a wife, and three children. He said that was all right--I could bring them also, so I told him I would talk to my wife about it. I gathered and sold about three hundred head of horses to the Indians that winter.
The captain gave me the privilege of coming home that winter, and on the nineteenth of January, our twin girls were born. But they only lived until the twenty-fifth of February. We buried them in Pine Valley.
"In the spring of 1869 I went with my uncle to Clover Valley, Nevada (this is where my great grandmother, Dina Elizabeth Crow was born) to help move his folks. It was here I met my future wife, Tressie Jane Heath. She was working for my uncles' family. She was going back to her home, so I took her with me to St. George. On the twentieth of June we were married. After we married, we lived in Pine Valley for about a month, then we went to Salt Lake City. I got a job hauling ties for the railroad on the Weber River.
We returned to Washington County three weeks before Christmas. On the tenth day of January, 1870 I was called to join the Iron County District Militia of Utah, to guard against the Indians for a month and seven days. I was fired at twice by an Indian, but I shot him. I don't know whether or not I hit him, but he didn't bother me any more and I was able to save two hundred horses. His companions carried him off. There were twelve Indians on the raid, and we six guards, but some of the guards were sleeping in a log house near the horses. We sure had a bad time that night. The Indians came upon me first and I fired five shots to scare them off, that's how I shot the Indian. I was subject to call any time, day or night, until the Indian trouble was over in 1875.
After returning home, I broke a pair of wild mules and started hauling lumber into Pioche, Nevada. I worked at team work, freighting and hauling lumber, and saw mill work until the fall of 1876. That winter I moved my family to Panaca, Nevada. By this time we had two children, Will and Eva. I spent the winter hauling and burning coal for the mines. We were making charcoal from the coal.
In the spring, we returned home to Pine Valley. I was called to make a road to Mount Turn Bow to a saw mill to haul lumber to St. George to help build the Temple on the twenty-third of June, 1876.
I was called by the St. George Militia to join a military company on the Colorado River to build a fort. This was to prevent the Indians from crossing the river and to keep them away from the settlements. They had made threats that they would kill and raid as long as there was an Indian left. In the company there were about forty men. We arrived there on the fourth of July. I had charge of all the horses, and I was head scout. I was continually riding from Lee's Ferry to the Old Lite Ford, forty miles above watching the trails for Indians. Thales Haskell was our head captain at Lee's Ferry. I was continually riding and scouting around until October 15, 1874. Then we had a peace conference and made peace with the Indians. I was released and got home the first of November--I believe I got home on Sunday. On Tuesday, I was called to take a band of horses to Lee's Ferry Fort to trade to the Indians. These horses were traded to the Indians to keep them from going into the settlements.
At the time we made the peace treaty with the Indians, we promised to keep a trading post at Lee's Ferry so they could trade their Navajo blankets and other things for horses and supplies. Jim Heath, Jacob Hamblin and his son, Ben, accompanied me on this trip. There were five men at the fort when we got there, including Captain Haskell and his men. I had the job of head trader. I traded about seventeen head that trip. I got into a dispute with them, and twenty five Indians gathered around me with their bows and arrows ready to shoot. The chief's daughter, twenty years old, stepped in and crowded the Indians back. She said, "You will have to give me a horse for saving your life." I asked the chief it it would be all right and he said, "Yes." So that settled the trouble. (sounds slightly like the Pocohantas story.)
The chief's daughter gave me many presents and wanted me to go home with her. The chief said he would protect me if I would go, and he had two other daughters who were just as pretty, and I could have one or two or all three. I told him I had a wife, and three children. He said that was all right--I could bring them also, so I told him I would talk to my wife about it. I gathered and sold about three hundred head of horses to the Indians that winter.
The captain gave me the privilege of coming home that winter, and on the nineteenth of January, our twin girls were born. But they only lived until the twenty-fifth of February. We buried them in Pine Valley.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Wilmer's Story
Sorry it's been a while since my last post. It is summertime and my kids and grandkids from Texas and Nevada were here off and on for three weeks so it was hectic and busy. But mostly it was wonderful to have them all together under one roof for meals, temple time, water park time, and lots and lots of game nights.
Now, back to the everyday.
I wanted to share some more stories from Grandma Bonnie's side of the family, the Burgess clan.
Our direct line ancestor was William Burgess, Sr. and then his son, William Burgess, Jr. One of William Jr.'s brothers was Wilmer Burgess. He would be my third great uncle. These stories are from his life:
"My parents were William Burgess and Mariah Pulsipher. I have five sisters, three brothers, three half brothers and one half sister." (these half siblings are a result of polygamy.) "My parents crossed the plains in 1848. My father filled a mission to the Indians on the Snake River in 1854.
I was born on the first day of April, 1850 in Salt Lake City. The place I was born is located on the corner of Fourth West and North Temple, where the Union Pacific Railroad Station is today.
When I was eight years old, I commenced to drive oxen for my father to bring rock for the Salt Lake Temple. When I was nine I drove four oxen to my father's sawmill to what is now Park City. At that time it was called Parley's Park. All that summer I worked in the timber with my cousin George Burgess. My cousin George made seven trips across the plains when he was nine or ten years old. When I was twelve years old, my folks were called to Dixie to help build up that part of the country. George and I drove three yoke of oxen in order to get our things all moved.
In the spring of 1863 we were called to the Pine Valley Mountains. My father started a saw mill. I helped with the lumber and logging until I was sixteen. From then on I did a lot of rambling. Part of the time I stayed on my uncle's farm. I traveled around through Nevada and Arizona with pack horses. My traveling companions were Clint McLain, Charley Ely, and Billy Higby. But McLain and myself were together the most of the time.
The year I was seventeen, I crossed Death Valley in California. Twice the Mojave Indians tried to capture us, but we escaped. We were near Las Vegas when this happened. That summer we were traveling around, the Indians surrounded us but we escaped on our horses, as they had none. We also saved six steers for the man we were working for that the Indians had stolen.
About this time, Frank Wooley was killed by the Indians. These same Indians captured W. Levitt, and Ira Hatch, just before they tried to catch us. The Indians sentenced them to death and when they were about to slay them, they asked if they could pray. When permission was given, they knelt down and began to pray. Before they were through with the prayer, about half of the braves were willing to let them go, and the other half wanted to kill them. But the chief of the tribe took them in his tent and kept them guarded until morning. Then they got them breakfast and set them free. The Indians kept their horses and they had to walk a hundred miles to Las Vegas.
In Nevada we were working for Mr. Ely on his ranch rounding up cattle. One day when I was out on a round up, I ran across some good looking rock, so I broke off some and took it to Mr. Ely to see what it was. He was real interested. He said, "If you will show me where these rocks came from, I'll give you a horse, saddle, and bridle." At that time in my life, nothing was more important to me or any boy, than to own your own outfit, so I took Mr. Ely to the spot and you all know what it turned out to be, a great mine. It was called the Ely mine and it produced lots of rich ore. (The gold mining town of Ely was founded in 1868. Now more noted for the large copper mine, gold and silver are still mined there.)
When I was eighteen I went back to Pine Valley to help father in the saw mill and getting out timber for the mill. Father also had a contract to get timber out for the Tabernacle Organ and Pine Valley was the only place where white pine grew and was good for organ pipes. In the fall I spent my time riding the range and running wild cattle into Bull Valley."
What great adventure stories. I hope you will all share them with your kids, especially all the young boys in the extended family. Next post I will continue Wilmer's incredible history. Stay tuned!!
Now, back to the everyday.
I wanted to share some more stories from Grandma Bonnie's side of the family, the Burgess clan.
Our direct line ancestor was William Burgess, Sr. and then his son, William Burgess, Jr. One of William Jr.'s brothers was Wilmer Burgess. He would be my third great uncle. These stories are from his life:
"My parents were William Burgess and Mariah Pulsipher. I have five sisters, three brothers, three half brothers and one half sister." (these half siblings are a result of polygamy.) "My parents crossed the plains in 1848. My father filled a mission to the Indians on the Snake River in 1854.
I was born on the first day of April, 1850 in Salt Lake City. The place I was born is located on the corner of Fourth West and North Temple, where the Union Pacific Railroad Station is today.
When I was eight years old, I commenced to drive oxen for my father to bring rock for the Salt Lake Temple. When I was nine I drove four oxen to my father's sawmill to what is now Park City. At that time it was called Parley's Park. All that summer I worked in the timber with my cousin George Burgess. My cousin George made seven trips across the plains when he was nine or ten years old. When I was twelve years old, my folks were called to Dixie to help build up that part of the country. George and I drove three yoke of oxen in order to get our things all moved.
In the spring of 1863 we were called to the Pine Valley Mountains. My father started a saw mill. I helped with the lumber and logging until I was sixteen. From then on I did a lot of rambling. Part of the time I stayed on my uncle's farm. I traveled around through Nevada and Arizona with pack horses. My traveling companions were Clint McLain, Charley Ely, and Billy Higby. But McLain and myself were together the most of the time.
The year I was seventeen, I crossed Death Valley in California. Twice the Mojave Indians tried to capture us, but we escaped. We were near Las Vegas when this happened. That summer we were traveling around, the Indians surrounded us but we escaped on our horses, as they had none. We also saved six steers for the man we were working for that the Indians had stolen.
About this time, Frank Wooley was killed by the Indians. These same Indians captured W. Levitt, and Ira Hatch, just before they tried to catch us. The Indians sentenced them to death and when they were about to slay them, they asked if they could pray. When permission was given, they knelt down and began to pray. Before they were through with the prayer, about half of the braves were willing to let them go, and the other half wanted to kill them. But the chief of the tribe took them in his tent and kept them guarded until morning. Then they got them breakfast and set them free. The Indians kept their horses and they had to walk a hundred miles to Las Vegas.
In Nevada we were working for Mr. Ely on his ranch rounding up cattle. One day when I was out on a round up, I ran across some good looking rock, so I broke off some and took it to Mr. Ely to see what it was. He was real interested. He said, "If you will show me where these rocks came from, I'll give you a horse, saddle, and bridle." At that time in my life, nothing was more important to me or any boy, than to own your own outfit, so I took Mr. Ely to the spot and you all know what it turned out to be, a great mine. It was called the Ely mine and it produced lots of rich ore. (The gold mining town of Ely was founded in 1868. Now more noted for the large copper mine, gold and silver are still mined there.)
When I was eighteen I went back to Pine Valley to help father in the saw mill and getting out timber for the mill. Father also had a contract to get timber out for the Tabernacle Organ and Pine Valley was the only place where white pine grew and was good for organ pipes. In the fall I spent my time riding the range and running wild cattle into Bull Valley."
What great adventure stories. I hope you will all share them with your kids, especially all the young boys in the extended family. Next post I will continue Wilmer's incredible history. Stay tuned!!
Monday, June 30, 2014
Hough/Goodwin Ancestors
As mentioned in the last post, my grandmother was Ida Mae Goodwin Higginson. Her father was Isaac Michael Goodwin, born 26 March 1855 in Greencastle, Putnam, Indiana. He died 17 April 1942 in Decker Lake, British Columbia, Canada. He homesteaded up in Canada and I hope to be able to share some pictures I have collected of him and Ida Ann soon. Her mother was Ida Ann Hough, born 26 April 1862 in Pottawattamie, Iowa. She died 1 February 1945 in Ukiah, Mendocino, California.
I can go back many generations for the Hough line but only two more for the Goodwin line.
Isaac Michael, who everyone called Grandpa Ike, was born to William Jefferson Goodwin who was born 16 February 1825 in Harrison County, West Virginia. This part of West Virginia later became part of the state of Virginia. William died 14 January 1899 in Rantoul, Kansas. His parents were Francis Goodwin, born 1799 in West Virginia and Sarah Greathouse, born 1800 in West Virginia. Francis died in 1871 while living in Putnam County, Indiana. His wife, Sarah, died in 1873, also in Putnam County, Indiana. There are conflicting records as to who Francis Goodwin's parents were but there are friends I know who are working on that line and I will let you know when I get any updated information.
I do have information on Sarah's parents and the Greathouse line back many generations. The name was Grotehausen when they arrived in this country from Germany but they changed it to Greathouse. They came here back in the 1600's, settling in Pennsylvania and one day I will share their history with you.
Back to the Hough line. Ida Ann was born to Joel Riley Hough and Cedelia P. Spinning. This is where the story gets interesting. Both Joel and Cedelia joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1832 back in New York where they were both from. They soon after packed up all their belongings, just as our Pulsipher and Burgess ancestors did, and traveled to Kirtland, Ohio to be with the Prophet Joseph Smith and the body of the Church there. They traveled with the saints from Ohio to Missouri to Nauvoo and then when they were all driven out of Illinois by the mobs, they settled in Pottawattamie County, Iowa. So we have LDS ancestors on both mom and dad's sides. Mom's ancestors continued on to Utah with most of the other members of the Church but there were some who stayed in Iowa and the Houghs were among those who stayed. In Joel's obituary it is said that he remained faithful to his religion until his death. He passed away after falling from their windmill and hitting his head. He was home alone at the time and it was his wife, Cedelia who found him lying on the ground, near death. He had climbed up the tower to make repairs and somehow fell. He died a day or two later.
Isn't it interesting to imagine that mom and dad's ancestors probably knew one another or at least knew of each other way back when. When someone says it's a small world they really aren't kidding.
We can go back many generations on both the Hough and Spinning lines. If anyone ever wants that information just let me know and I can direct you as to how to access it on the LDS Church's genealogical web site, familysearch.org. You do not have to be a member of the LDS Church to access the site. It is one of the world's largest genealogical research sites and it grows everyday, gaining more and more names, dates, and places from records it is indexing (thru the work of thousands of volunteers.)
I can go back many generations for the Hough line but only two more for the Goodwin line.
Isaac Michael, who everyone called Grandpa Ike, was born to William Jefferson Goodwin who was born 16 February 1825 in Harrison County, West Virginia. This part of West Virginia later became part of the state of Virginia. William died 14 January 1899 in Rantoul, Kansas. His parents were Francis Goodwin, born 1799 in West Virginia and Sarah Greathouse, born 1800 in West Virginia. Francis died in 1871 while living in Putnam County, Indiana. His wife, Sarah, died in 1873, also in Putnam County, Indiana. There are conflicting records as to who Francis Goodwin's parents were but there are friends I know who are working on that line and I will let you know when I get any updated information.
I do have information on Sarah's parents and the Greathouse line back many generations. The name was Grotehausen when they arrived in this country from Germany but they changed it to Greathouse. They came here back in the 1600's, settling in Pennsylvania and one day I will share their history with you.
Back to the Hough line. Ida Ann was born to Joel Riley Hough and Cedelia P. Spinning. This is where the story gets interesting. Both Joel and Cedelia joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1832 back in New York where they were both from. They soon after packed up all their belongings, just as our Pulsipher and Burgess ancestors did, and traveled to Kirtland, Ohio to be with the Prophet Joseph Smith and the body of the Church there. They traveled with the saints from Ohio to Missouri to Nauvoo and then when they were all driven out of Illinois by the mobs, they settled in Pottawattamie County, Iowa. So we have LDS ancestors on both mom and dad's sides. Mom's ancestors continued on to Utah with most of the other members of the Church but there were some who stayed in Iowa and the Houghs were among those who stayed. In Joel's obituary it is said that he remained faithful to his religion until his death. He passed away after falling from their windmill and hitting his head. He was home alone at the time and it was his wife, Cedelia who found him lying on the ground, near death. He had climbed up the tower to make repairs and somehow fell. He died a day or two later.
Isn't it interesting to imagine that mom and dad's ancestors probably knew one another or at least knew of each other way back when. When someone says it's a small world they really aren't kidding.
We can go back many generations on both the Hough and Spinning lines. If anyone ever wants that information just let me know and I can direct you as to how to access it on the LDS Church's genealogical web site, familysearch.org. You do not have to be a member of the LDS Church to access the site. It is one of the world's largest genealogical research sites and it grows everyday, gaining more and more names, dates, and places from records it is indexing (thru the work of thousands of volunteers.)
William Raymond Higginson
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| This is Grandpa Bill, William Raymond Higginson. Wasn't he a handsome young man. |
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| This is my grandfather, William Raymond Higginson and his second wife, Nina C. Griffin. |
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
More Ancestor Pictures
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| Another picture of Elizabeth Irle Higginson as a younger woman. |
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| Three of Elizabeth and Thomas Higginson's children. This picture was taken in 1892. From Left to right they are Harriet, Willie (William Raymond, my grandfather,) and Charlotte. |
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