Mommy Dearest or Dearest Mom?

The only picture I have of Lizzie Miller, from her headstone.

A story persists in the McDowell oral history about Lizzie Martin McDowell, my paternal great-grandmother. As the story goes, she was a wicked thing, mean and abusive to both her children and her husband John as well as being generally promiscuous, having an affinity for the local male population. [1]

Poor Lizzie. Will no one defend her honor?

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A Marvel-ous House in the Big Woods

Remember Laura Ingalls Wilder’s first novel, Little House in the Big Woods? [1] I have a similar tale to tell. The pioneer tale of my father’s father’s father’s father’s mother’s father. [2] Or more succinctly… My 4th-Great-Grandfather, Elisha Marvel.

He was a Founding Father.

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Looking for Noah

It’s Easter this Sunday. And for at least one of my maternal ancestors, that would have been a very busy time of year.

According to my great-grandmother’s handwritten notes about her family, her grandfather, William Noah Marsh, was “a Baptist clergyman in England.”

That really isn’t a ton of information to go on, but I’ve been trying to track him down none-the-less.

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Black Gold

Texas tea [1]… Or, in this case, perhaps Louisiana chicory?

Yep, Oil. That same bubbly that enticed Jed Clampett to pack up everything and move also emitted a homing beacon to the McPhail clan.

One Hardin Malcolm McPhail answered the call… at the ripe ol’ age of fifty-four.

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