I love them! Were it not for a nosy news reporter, I would know far less about my maternal 3rd-Great-Grandmother than I do.
Luckily for me, she knew Abraham Lincoln.
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Tag: Ship Travel
Deep in the Heart of Texas
Most of my family trees (I’m at 24 trees and counting) include a lot of travel. The family ancestor arrives in America, then moves three or four times, then his subsequent family moves, then another generation moves, and eventually, there are family members scattered from coast to coast across the U.S.
Not so when talking about my eldest son’s paternal lineage. That story starts and stays in Texas.
And it begins with Peter Ryman.
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One Trunk
Elijah opened his eyes to a sea of bodies, crammed shoulder to jowl at the foot of his berth: Papa, Hans and Elizabeth, the children, behind them others he didn’t recognize. His lovely Mary held his hand, ever the vigilant nurse, her great belly nudged against his arm. The fetid smell of urine and vomit mixed […]
An Ulster Beginning
William McDowell c1750 William loosed the grip the wee woman had about his waist. “Mam, stop. Everyone will see.” “And just what is the matter with that, young man? Are you ashamed to be seen hugging your mother?” “No, Mam, but haven’t you hugged me enough?” William wriggled out of his mother’s arms, then noticed […]
