tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35237308941292559432024-03-19T05:49:24.518-07:00The Ancestors Have SpokenChosen to Partake of Their Breath & of Their Spirit: This is A Journey of My Ancestors, From the Viewpoint of an Adoptee. Allowing the Ancestors to guide me in my research to discover who I am by understanding the Family that birthed me and the Family that Adopted me. Researching African American, Mexican & Native American History.Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-52403333374474883002014-08-30T09:49:00.004-07:002014-08-30T12:29:30.995-07:00Search For Identity: My Native American Ancestors - Part 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This post is not to be scientific or even "politically" correct. It is really to take note of my feelings and the journey that I am pursuing in identifying my Native American Tribe. I thought I felt out of sorts because I was adopted, then I felt out of sorts because I could not locate the African tribe that I descended from, and now I am out of sorts because I can not identify or pinpoint what my tribal affiliation is. Oh sure I have some idea, however, in genealogy, one must be able to prove their ancestry through paper work and documents. But what happens when there is no paperwork? What happens when your ancestors were culturally annihilated. I feel more of an orphan than I do as an adopted adult. An orphan usually has been rejected or lost. At least with adoption, there is hope in finding out who you are; or in my case, I found that which was lost, as I found my birth family...but even they don't know their roots.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I look in the mirror, I cannot deny that I am Native American, just like I cannot deny that I am of African descent and Mexican ancestry. I understand that what you look like does not necessarily mean anything when it comes to tribal affiliation...however, knowing that my maternal ancestors were from Mexico, and most of that land mass is New Mexico, Arizona, and Texas now and that they carry names such as Espinosa/za and Munoz, Baca, Zapata, and Chavez, and Sanchez, then I know that the DNA that has identified me as 25% Indian has to mean something. When I look at the census reports, my ancestors carrying such names are now identified as white, there has to be a reason. I am not white.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I want to know who I am, even if this means digging up old bones and asking my ancestors to guide me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is just my thoughts for the moment. I will be dealing with this issue until I find my roots, and find my people.</span></div>
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-49856986330946633012014-07-16T12:06:00.000-07:002014-07-16T12:09:19.625-07:00Samuel Hodge: Not So Wordless Wednesday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I find a sense of responsibility to preserve, and document my "Uncle" Henry's ancestry and tell the stories of a people that my Uncle disconnected himself from. Henry was my father's best friend from St. Louis, Mo. I have little by little been able to get information from Henry about his family. Henry left home right out of high-school and joined the Marines. He only went back home to bury his mother when she died. When his father died, he did not return back home. He regretted this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is a photo of Henry Hodge's "Grandfather," Samuel Hodge, however Samuel and his wife Sarah adopted Henry and raised him as their own son.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Samuel was born in Alabama on 9 March 1880 and died in St. Louis Missouri on 17 June 1958.</span><br />
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-60281758756720338802014-04-02T09:44:00.000-07:002014-04-02T09:48:12.354-07:00Not so Wordless Wednesday: The Activists<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Cesar recently celebrated his birthday on March 31st. This is the day where we celebrate the life of one of the founders of the National Farm Workers association. Cesar was a Farm Worker, labor leader and a civil rights activist. My father Walter Porter was an activist on many fronts. I believe he was the NAACP President of the San Diego Chapter during this time. Vernon Sukumu was a social activist also in the San Diego Community.</div>
Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-58815130066274294552014-04-01T15:24:00.001-07:002014-04-02T09:23:53.197-07:00No Better Time but the Right Now Time - Family Stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The very thing that I want, is the very thing that has made me reluctant. I want to know more about my maternal ancestry, however, I have dragged my feet in connecting with the very people that can and may be willing to share information with me.<br /><br />Being adopted can have its disadvantage in pursuing a family reunion. My reluctancey and insecurity has become a challenge in speaking with one of the elders of my maternal line. I was really unsure as to what their reaction would be towards me.<br /><br />Four months ago, my Aunt Priscilla gave me my Aunt Felicia aka Alice's number. Alice is my maternal grandmother's sister. I was thrilled, and knew that it was imperative that I contact Aunt Alice, as her health had been declining. Knowing this, I still didn't call her until today. When she answered the phone and I told her who I was, her reaction was welcoming and she acted as if my absence had not been an issue. <br /><br />We did some small talk, and then I asked her one question, "Did you ever live in Arizona?" She said yes. She lived in Arizona until her father passed away. She had just graduated from high school and went to work in San Pedro, California to work in a cannery, where one of her aunts worked. She said her mother had it very hard after her husband died as she had nine children that she had to care for, and the youngest was a baby. The older children worked to help support their mother and their family. <br /><br /><br /> Aunt Alice and I agreed that we would keep in contact...I believe that she is ninety.<br /><br /><br />Note: My mother Ermalinda scanned some photos for me, so that I would have something to write about. I want to publically thank her for her kindness. [Photo is of my Two Grand Aunts and my Grandmother, only Aunt Alice is living.]</span></div>
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-1908374412399660372014-01-22T10:23:00.001-08:002014-01-22T12:35:32.589-08:00Wordless Wednesday: Family Photo with Maggie Ruth Moore<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-12774635006572213152014-01-16T14:20:00.001-08:002014-06-21T14:09:28.426-07:00A Window Into The Past: Breaking Down A Brick Wall - Part #1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sure I have ancestors that were free people of color but I had many others that were brought across the seas to this land we call America. My Great Great Grandmother Hannah D. Nelson-Singleton Gilliam born sometime in 1839, lived the life of a slave and also had the opportunity to play a significant role within her family and community during the Reconstruction years migrating from Craven County, North Carolina to Worcester, MA. Hannah was described as a very fair complected woman. She had many household skills that she took with her into the Reconstruction years...so reflecting on Hannah and not fully knowing her, I believe that she was a House Slave. Of course I can't assume, but I really don't think she worked a day in the field. From what I have heard, the family was very sophisticated and skilled in the homes of the Well-to-do in Worcester, MA.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In my mother's journal she spoke of Hannah being impregnated by the Slave Master. In my research, I discovered that Singleton was the Slave Masters surname. During slavery, my 2x Great Grandmother was married to a Daniel Gilliam. I only see him mentioned through documents such as birth certificates, death certificates, city directories as Hannah being the widow of Daniel. I finally found him in a probate record dated in 1867 in Craven County, NC. It is clear that he never migrated to Worcester, so that made it easy for me to end his story where he might have been born. [I am unsure where he was born.] I am unsure if he was colored or white; slave or free. I have made many assumptions, but with my assumptions, it has put false walls up, so I am opening up on my conclusions and re-opening the box and stepping outside of it, allowing my ancestors to guide me to the truth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hannah had at least five children [I think she had more, and some may not have been her biological children.] One of her sons was Leander Singleton Gilliam. He was so fair, that he passed as a white man. He didn't start "passing" until he migrated to Worcester with his mother Hannah and his Auntie Jane B. Collins. The fact that he "passed" somewhat surprised me as these two ladies were also very fair, however were advocates and leaders in the Black Community of Worcester and probably in North Carolina once the Slaves were free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Leander married a Swedish woman Flora Lawrence, and the two of them gave birth to three boys. Their son's names were: Lawrence, William and Eugene. All of the boys were given the Singleton surname as their middle name. I find this very telling. A few years ago, the husband of Lawrence's daughter contacted me believing that we were cousins. After some discussion and the analyzing of our family tree and sharing of documents, we were able to confirm our relationship. I could let our ancestry begin with Hannah, and speculate who the real father was of Leander and all her other children, but I felt there had to be a bigger story that could somehow be dug into deeper. Leander was born in 1860, and it was documented in his marriage record that his father was a William S. [which meant Singleton to me.] I have other clues that give me this conclusion, however I will show this in another post as I attempt to prove through documentation and DNA. The Singleton-Gilliam line to this day "pass" as white because after Leander "passing," the family line did not know of their African American ancestry. This was disclosed to them once I was contacted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So some time in August or September of 2013, I received an email from the grandson of Leander Gilliam. This was so important to me and I knew that the ancestors had to be working overtime. When it is the right time to know, the truth will appear. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, Leander's grandson Lawrence Singleton Gilliam Jr. who is in his 80's communicates with me on a regular basis. I truly adore this man, my cousin. When I shared with him his ancestry, he mentioned that he always was told of their Native American Ancestry. He knew nothing of his African Ancestry. So the two of us decided that it was time for Lawrence to take a DNA test. This is what he did, because one thing he wants to know at his age is where he came from and what his ancestry is. I was thrilled! We just got the results back, and I am telling you, I was all over the place as they were slowly coming in. I went from elated to uncertainty as to the results. These will be revealed soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, my main questions are?: Is Leander's descendants of African Ancestry? Can we link Lawrence Singleton Gilliam to the Singleton Ancestry through DNA? Was the Singleton surname just the Slave Owners ancestry and just a name alone linking the Gilliams to the Singleton plantation? Is it possible that Leander had a different father, and that possibly Daniel Gilliam is his father? I hope some of these questions can be ruled out and answered correctly.</span><br />
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-12116497136501309082014-01-05T16:41:00.000-08:002014-01-05T16:48:02.647-08:00Walter James Porter & Betty Mae Peters: Honoring My Parents Legacy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On August 18, 1968, God blessed me with Walter & Betty Porter as my parents. It took a few months for me to be adopted and taken home to live with my forever parents. I was born as Victoria Ann Espinoza, and when I was adopted, my parents renamed me as Yvette Marie Porter. I was there second child, as my parents adopted a little boy a year before they adopted me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My mother, Betty Mae Peters was born on November 17, 1926 in Manhattan, NY to Agnes Mae Cully & Charles Irving Peters. Betty was raised by her mother Agnes from the age of five years as a single mother, as her husband Charles had the high propensity to run off and gamble and run around with other women. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Betty's mother was a well-known professional fashion designer in New York sewing for many well-to-do ladies, where she held and participated in many fashion shows. Her most prided customer was Marian Anderson, who was the 1st African American invited to perform at the White House for Franklin & Eleanor Roosevelt. She is also well known for her singing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial after she was denied access and accommodations at Constitution Hall in Washington, D.C. which was owned by D.A.R. Daughters of the American Revolution. Eleanor Roosevelt who was also a member of D.A.R. publicly resigned for this act of discrimination. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After Betty completed her education in New York with a double major from NYU, they moved to Los Angeles with the urging of Betty's Aunt Zara Cully Brown who had also left New York for Los Angeles to pursue a career in Acting; Later to be known as Mother Jefferson on the Jefferson's Tv sitcom. Betty was Agnes' only child.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My Father Walter J. Porter was born in Lake Providence, Louisiana on September 11, 1927 to Helen Bunn & Harrison Porter on the Brown's Plantation where his father was a sharecropper. Walter's mother did not want her son to have a life of hard labor wanting him to receive a solid education. Because of her hopes for her son's future she ran away from the farm taking Walter at the age of five with her. The two of them moved to Little Rock, Arkansas, where other Porters and Bunns would eventually move. After a few years Helen being the family adventurer lead other family members to St. Louis, MO where my father was raised. Eventually Walter and Helen migrated to Los Angeles, CA in the late 1940's. Walter joined the military in the late 1940's and was honorably discharged in 1951. Walter was Helen's only child.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So Los Angeles is where Walter & Betty met. They began dating in 1953 and married on August 18, 1957. They wanted to be parents, however were not able to and so that brings them to my brother and myself. We were very fortunate to have been raised by these two very wonderful people. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When my parents met, my father was a correctional officer and my mother was an Elementary School teacher. My father and mother had a very active social life. They were active in politics in Los Angeles and my father was an entertainer. He performed with his one-of-a-kind Act: Jody as a ventriloquist/comedian. He was an M.C. at the California Club and opened up for many well known Jazz entertainers and other well known comedians such as Redd Foxx. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The two of them started their family and this is where I consider my beginning. Over the next thirty posts, I will be presenting my parents ancestry and their legacy. With their never-ending love and their forever support I have been able to research and find my Birth Parent's families, and will continue to research so I can tell the story. I feel it is my obligation to all of my ancestries through birth and through adoption to tell their stories also.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Both of my parents have passed away. Today marks the Tenth Anniversary of my mother's transition as an Ancestor on January 5, 2004. My father transitioned as an Ancestor on August 7, 2001. To them, I dedicate this post as they continue to live on in memory</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">.</span></div>
Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-31441593133622011502013-12-29T18:22:00.004-08:002014-03-31T23:35:56.711-07:00Looking For Cousins: My DNA Results from Ancestry.com & 23andme, Yvette Porter Moore<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On May 12, 2012, I did a post on my RootDigger Blog presenting my DNA Ancestry Composition results. If you would like to look at this post go to <a href="http://yvetteportermoore.com/what-are-my-maternal-genes-saying-about-me/" target="_blank">What Are My Maternal Genes Saying About Me?</a> The percentages of ancestry revealed were: 48% European, 33% Africa, and 18% Asia. The percentages have changed somewhat over time, as more and more people having their DNA submitted, making the details of the percentages become more and more precise.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My purpose of wanting to do DNA is to link with my ancestor's descendants. I was adopted, so when I was successful in my reunion on my maternal and paternal lines, I still had many more questions, of which have not been readily answered or available. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Recently, it has been revealed to me that my maternal grandmother Esther Munoz Espinoza's biological father was not a Fernando M Munoz. The story is that Fernando married Maria Zavala sometime after Maria's husband Leonardo Manuel Hernandez left her to go visit his mother, and never returned. It was also told that Leonardo did not go to visit his mother who lived in Texas but went or stayed in Los Angeles where his other family resided. Leonardo's mothers name is not known and neither are the wives he may have had. I am hoping that the DNA matches may lead me to family in Los Angeles with the Hernandez surname. It is possible that Leonardo was born in the 1890's.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This by no means has stopped me from researching the Munoz' ancestry as many of my cousins have the Munoz ancestry. Whatever information I can document will be beneficial for my family and the next generations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Below I am showing my speculative report. There are two other reports such as conservative and standard. I believe speculative is most likely the more accurate picture of my DNA report...I have always hung out on the edge and have not been very conservative. Also the Speculative report tends to match up more accurately with my Ancestry.com, so this one will be the one I share.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">so my percentages came out to:37.4% European with a breakdown as to the various types of European. I was intrigued by the 11.1% Iberian. The test also revealed 36.2% Sub-Saharan African...of which 36% from West African and 0.3% from Nonspecific Sub-Saharan African, and then 22.9% East Asian & Native American. There is a 0.1% Middle Eastern & North African and 3.4% unassigned. I tend to believe that the 3.4% is Native American.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My Ancestry.com results were:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">39% Africa, 23% Native American, & 36% European</span><br />
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The Countries that my Genome's covered are below. I would have assumed that the percentage of Mexico would have been greater as my maternal ancestry is in the Old & New Mexico areas [Arizona, California & New Mexico].<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Please: If there is anyone out there that knows of a similar story about a Leonardo Manuel Hernandez, please contact me. The areas in which he may have lived are, California, Arizona and Texas. </span></span></div>
Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-29719609466804775402013-12-27T20:32:00.001-08:002014-10-05T09:18:38.007-07:00Osborne Ambrose Cully: A Senior of Worcester Trade School 1917<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have specific goals when it comes to researching my genealogy. One of those goals is to identify my Great Grandparent's Ambrose E. Cully and Nora Ann Gilliam's children. So far, I have identified and documented 13 of them. They are (William, Sydney, Catherine, Hannah, Zara, Osborne, Agnes, Wendell, Ralph, Raymond, Nora Ann Jr., and two Male Stillborn children born 1902 & 1910. The Story handed down from my grandmother Agnes Mae, who is one of the children, stated that there are varying stories of there being 10 to 20 of them. Not all of them survived. Some died in childbirth, miscarriages, and also early in life. Agnes was not the oldest, nor was she the youngest. Agnes and her brother Osborne were very close as they were about fourteen months apart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I never had the opportunity to meet my grandmother nor my grand Uncle. Osborne was born in 1899 and died in 1937. Agnes was born in 1900 and died in 1965.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of the things I do on a semi-regular basis is to google various family members or look them up on Ancestry, Family Search or some of the other online databases. I do this often as things are added daily and when I do find more information, it allows me to develop my ancestor's stories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, both my Grandmother Agnes and Grand Uncle Osborne were educated in trade schools. It was the thing to do in the middle 1910's and 1920's. Agnes went to Worcester Girls Trade School for dressmaking and Osborne attended The Worcester Boys Trade School for electrician. Osborne was in attendance between 1914-1917.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Worcester Trade School for Boys was developed by Milton Prince Higgins. He dedicated the last years of his life to educate boys and to get them ready for the world. He was considered the Father of the Public School Trade Movement of America. My Cully family worked for the Higgins household. I believe Milton Higgins and then later one of his sons. Ambrose was the head servant for the household. The oldest daughters of the Cully family, Zara and Catherine worked in the household and were considered the family "pets." They both were given considerable monies until they both married.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My Uncle Wendell attended Commerce H.S., where the Higgins had a considerable amount of influence. They were instrumental to Wendell's education and to his early development in music. I believe my Grand Aunt Nora attended there also as I saw a photo with my Uncle in the Orchestra and a young girl sitting in a chair that was identified as a pianist. During this time in 1924 or 1925..There were no Black children in attendance at Commerce H.S. I believe Wendell and his sister were the first one's that attended.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My Uncle Osborne "Ozzie" was one of my mother's favorite uncles. I was on Ancestry.com and discovered a Year Book for the Worcester Trade School for Boys of 1917. I went through every page of the year book and found more than I had expected.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> "Banker" "Cully"</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Track 4: Inter-department Basketball 2, 3; Banquet Speaker 4; Aftermath</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"Don't bother me now, can't you see I'm busy?" When you hear that, then you know you are talking to Cully. Always ready to do his share in the school activities and to help a classmate, a combination which any school is glad to obtain. Osborne is a very popular fellow, always wearing a perpetual smile on his face and spinning a new one every ten minutes. As an electrician he has reached the maximum standard, and although not seen in the shop all the time because of "Banker's" hours, we may rest assured that he is either utilizing his surplus strength on the wireless key or taking in a new show outside of scholastic work. Osborne takes a liking to athletics, having very few competitors in the mile, playing a sterling game at back on the Electricians' basketball team, and showed the makings of a football player in his senior year had he stayed out the entire season with the squad. As graduation opens the doors to the world Osborne will be remembered by his classmates a loyal student and supporter and we wish him success in whatever he undertakes.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here is a photo of the Graduating Class of 1917. My Uncle Osborne is front and almost center. He was the only African American in the School and his trade was Electrician.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I always knew that Osborne played some instrument, most likely the piano, as all of the children of the Cully family played the piano and had other talents that went along with their musical talents. Osborne's father Ambrose was the music director of the Zion AME Church of Worcester. In the Yearbook, something else was revealed to me about "Ozzie" He played the Trombone...See below and the abstract.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I was at rest but a few moments when the strains of sweet music struck my ear like a ton of brick. Music that bespoke of fearless musicians. The refrain carried to me by some unkind wind, seemed to be an echo of the workings of a stone crusher, accompanied by sweet tinklings that arise from a herd of wild boars.</span></i></blockquote>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As the band came by the street I noticed the flag of the Salvation Army at its head carried by Brig. Vice Admiral Herbert Johnson. The drum major, Joseph Bodreau, chosen by reason of his height, was twirling a large baton, when the beastly thing slipped and knocked the chief harmonica player James J. McDermott of his feet right through the bass drum played by Brother Cormier.</span></i></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>The other members of the honorable organization were <span style="background-color: yellow;">Osborne Cully</span>, who was playing his trombone backwards so as to keep the dust out of the horn, and Fridolf Carlson who seemed to be slightly off pitch with his jews</i></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>harp, but later I found he was playing in a different key. Clifford Stott carried the bass drum in a manner which covered himself with mud.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I learned that Osborne was a good enough speaker, which seemed to be something that all the Cully's did very well. Osborne spoke at his Senior Banquet. He is in the back and standing up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>This gay repast was held at the Hotel Pleasant on the evening of February the eighth. Nearly all the class, many with lady friends, several of the faculty, and a few outside speakers, were present making a total of about one hundred. The committee in charge were, James Kelley chairman, assisted by William Lawson and Ralph Taft, with our faculty advisor, Mr. Casey, as toastmaster.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After all had satisfied their appetites our director, Mr. Jameson, gave an address on "Ideals," followed by Miss Metcalf on "Reminiscences." Our president, Robert Butler, spoke on "Nineteen seventeen," a year always to be remembered by us, as the year of our graduation. Following this was a piano solo by Miss Adams, and a talk on "Class Spirit" by Raymond O'Malley. The speaker next on the program was Frank Ryan, president of our alumni, who gave a very interesting talk on the alumni of the past expressing his desire for our co-operation in the future. Here Leo Deery gave a talk taking us back over the four years of school life. The final speech, a very interesting one, was by <span style="background-color: yellow;">Osborne Cully</span> on "Loyalty."</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another fact about Osborne, which I mentioned earlier, is that he was on the track team. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel very fortunate to have been able to have a little more insight into Osborne's life. He seemed to be well liked. The attitude of the 1917's concerning Blacks was not favorable, however, it seems that Ozzie was able to have a successful High School Career regardless of how Blacks were stereotyped. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Massachusetts was a Mecha for Blacks during slavery and during Reconstruction. It also had a place in history that was not favorable for Blacks. There was a time when Blacks were very politically active in Mass., but as the KKK took their stand in Worcester and other cities of Mass., the struggle for Blacks became more difficult. Blacks during the 1930's began to leave to other States to find better opportunities. I hope to discover if the "First Fruits" of the next generation after Slavery and the next few generations afterwards were able to realize their dreams of "Moving on Up," to greater opportunities of freedom and equality.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To every genealogist and family researcher: It is important to go through each page of year books of your ancestors as you may find things that may not have been indexed 100% online. This is what happened when I was researching Osborne.</span><br />
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-71189692428250077422013-12-19T10:23:00.002-08:002014-10-05T09:16:56.953-07:00Zara Cully Brown of The Jeffersons: Thankful Thursday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Over the years, I have found that fellow genealogists and family historians are some of the kindest people. They are very giving and most of the time very helpful. I am very thankful for my fellow family historians, as I have gotten further ahead in my research because of their spirit of giving. I have also been able to have my research embellished with photos, and other items that I may not have had unless my friends had not kept their eyes open for particular items. I also enjoy doing the same for others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today, I want to thank my genealogy friend G. Johnson, whom I have never met, for purchasing a copy on ebay and sending me an Ebony Magazine from January 1976 Issue with a picture of my Grand Aunt Zara Cully Brown on the front cover. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have seen this particular issue, and I believe that it was in my mother's possession years ago, however we lost many of our old Ebony magazines from water damage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Zara Cully Brown was my Grand Aunt [My grandmother's sister.] She was the daughter of Nora Ann Gilliam & Ambrose Osborne Cully, born in Worcester, MA on January 26, 1892. Zara was the second to the eldest of 13 children. She was raised in a family of performers. She played the piano, however her specialty was reciting poetry and performing in plays. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was a elocutionist and an actress. She performed at a very early age and it had been her desire to become an actress in Hollywood, which she accomplished in her Winter years. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Zara gave birth to four children, of which 3 survived. They were James, Jr. , Mary Gale & Emerson. She was married to James M. Brown, Sr.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Zara died from Cancer on February 28, 1978.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Zara was the hope of her parents, a product of the First Fruits after the Reconstruction period. It was a time of moving forward and making way for a better life after Slavery. I believe that Zara, fulfilled that hope in her life...and just as the Jefferson's theme song is "Moving On Up!" I believe Zara moved on up and made it happen in her life and I can clearly see it in the life of her descendants. </span></div>
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-43566152505939832512013-10-31T10:06:00.001-07:002013-12-17T15:51:26.474-08:00Halloween Decorations Forever: Calling Me From The Grave<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>There are many signs given as I travel and meet people. The clues are there, you just have to be willing to hear. Months before I went to find my cousin Christine G. Culley, who loved halloween, had been in my psyche. I searched and I searched and tried to call and was met by, "The number you have reached has been disconnected." Little did I know she was living when I searched for her, but somehow when she passed the need to find her became even stronger.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>As a genealogist, I am not only led by the paper trail, and the stories of those who may know, but by the Spirit of the individual that I am seeking. They come to me at night. They come to me while I am awake. I am open to this communication of my ancestors, as they are the ones who guide me through my journey. </i></span></blockquote>
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-2081420628919320222013-08-04T13:40:00.001-07:002013-08-04T13:40:47.695-07:00UC Davis Here We Come<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are at the San Diego International Airport ready to get on our flight. We are excited for tomorrow's orientation at UC Davis where my youngest child Victoria will be attending in September. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX50q5KPTUfo9mQZg53hO4WS3hkBFMwK48N5cSYcj_Y0q3aBGc5ownVJvlDuCLHxonFNDh-pKrhy-Ru6Cs2B9zGKy2DduxodBRJrMb9mFDCyHKtt0uGiVNb33pFNXT7eIssl-8zaWko90/s640/blogger-image--852166456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX50q5KPTUfo9mQZg53hO4WS3hkBFMwK48N5cSYcj_Y0q3aBGc5ownVJvlDuCLHxonFNDh-pKrhy-Ru6Cs2B9zGKy2DduxodBRJrMb9mFDCyHKtt0uGiVNb33pFNXT7eIssl-8zaWko90/s640/blogger-image--852166456.jpg"></a></div>Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-10746031455550087132013-08-04T08:51:00.001-07:002014-03-31T23:41:08.856-07:00Sentimental Sunday: The Removal of Sarah Hodge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That old cemetery at Washington Park had to be dug up where old bones were sent into final resting places. Washington Park Cemetery in St. Louis, Missouri was founded by businessman Andrew Henry Watson during a time when there was segregation. It became one of the largest cemeteries in the area. Many families have been buried here...however the airport of St. Louis wanted to develop and take over some of the area so these old bones had to be removed and re-interred. It didn't matter that so many were buried there, it didn't matter about the history or the people. We were not important. Old burial places, especially those of African Americans are not respected. Money is more important.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My Uncle Henry's parents were removed from their resting spot and placed in another area of Washington Park Cemetery. To this day, I am unsure where in the park that Sarah Hodge, my Uncle's grandmother was buried. Visiting St. Louis this past July and coming across Sarah's Certificate of Death made me think of her. So I pray that she is resting peacefully and that one day I will have an opportunity to visit the park and find where she is laid to rest. The old Cemetery is overtaken with plant life and has not been up-kept. There are some efforts to care for Washington Park Cemetery, but so far it has been a losing battle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sarah Hodge was born on November 23, 1882 in Tupelo, Mississippi and died in St. Louis, Missouri on July 11, 1954. She was married to Sam Hodge. Sarah's parents were Moses Simon and Martha Hunter. Sarah and her husband lived at 2901 Washington Avenue for many years, and this was the place my uncle Henry Hodge was raised so many years ago.</span></div>
Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-64009169135351427942013-07-24T08:15:00.001-07:002014-10-05T09:15:37.427-07:00Not So Wordless Wednesday: Raymond Mansfield Cully, Jr - Kindergarten Days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I connected to a Jackie Boyette a few years ago researching my Grand Uncles Wendell & Raymond Sr. Cully. They were both musicians and played in various bands in Massachusetts and famous bands that traveled. Raymond Sr. played and was friends with SydneGrant, a sax player. Below is a photo of my cousin Raymond M. Cully, Jr., whose father played the drums. Raymond also is a musician in his own right. I just think he is too adorable!!! This photo was taken in the 60's I believe...oh who knows...maybe 50's...[LOL]</span><br />
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Kindergarten Class<br />
Age 5 1/2</td></tr>
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-2982371446103502212013-07-23T07:55:00.001-07:002013-12-21T14:15:52.386-08:00Tombstone Tuesday: Hannah Gilliam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is my 2x Great Grandmother's headstone. She carried many names throughout her life. She was born a slave to the Singleton household in North Carolina. Her name was Hannah D. Nelson-Singleton Gilliam. Her" father" carried the Nelson name. [Her father was Benjamin Ellis Nelson, who was most likely not her biological father as it was told to me that she was the child of her slave owner] Slavery is such a strange institute that truly stripped one of their exact identity. [Of course it cannot be verified unless it is traced through DNA or the Records, if any were left. Many African American families depend on the storytelling handed down through the generations, which some may say is folklore, however, many times the information is accurate, and should be recognized and considered.] </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is a Slave Narrative "Recollections of My Slavery Days" written by William Henry Singleton, who I believe is Hannah's brother or possibly first cousin. He talks about the Nelson-Singleton union, however the commentators of his book did not find any documents proving that the Nelson slaves became the Singleton slaves. The rest of the book was documented and proven to be true. I believe what William H. Singleton wrote is completely true and it confirms my theory why Hannah carries the Nelson name. The Nelson name is a remnant of the first slave holder within the family. There seems to be some conflict in what I have found in research and the book itself, but I believe it shall be hashed out in time. Hannah gained the Gilliam surname from her husband who died in 1867. It is my belief that Daniel Gilliam, Hannah's husband was born a slave as I have never found him in any records until after slavery and he was located in Craven County, North Carolina probate records of 1867. It is possible that he was a White man, but my theory was that he was Black.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I went to the place of where my Hannah was buried at New Hope Cemetery in Worcester, Massachusetts. It was such a cold, windy and rainy day during my visit, that I had a difficult time finding her headstone. Mary Depew, of Worcester, Mass fulfilled my request by taking photos of many of my ancestors that were laid to rest, in a place where they found freedom during Reconstruction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am so deeply moved when I look upon Hannah's headstone. It was because of her determination and perseverance that she made it through those difficult years. She was one of the pillars along with her sister Jane B. Collins that protected the Gilliam & Cully families and ensured that the next generations lived to tell the stories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hannah was a strong woman and disciplined with a heavy rod. She raised and disciplined all of her daughter Nora Ann Cully's children, as Nora remained pregnant most of her young adult life. One of the children you may recognize is Zara Cully Brown who played on the "Jefferson's" TV Sitcom. This is the family line that were the first fruits out of Slavery migrating from New Bern, North Carolina to Worcester, Mass., in order to find a better life of freedom and opportunity for the next generation.</span></div>
Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-44585605870378336982013-07-22T23:23:00.000-07:002013-07-23T00:02:49.991-07:00Amanuensis Monday: Spyers Singleton North Carolina Estate File, Part #1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have been researching my Singleton Ancestry for some time. My 2X Great Grandmother Hannah D. Nelson Singleton Gilliam had been owned by the Singleton family in Craven County, North Carolina. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">According to family oral history, Hannah was fathered by her owner Thomas Singleton and her oldest son Leander Singleton Gilliam was fathered by William G. Singleton who was Thomas' son. So this would make William G. Singleton my 2x Great Grandfather, Thomas Singleton my 3x Great Grandfather and Spyers Singleton my 4x Great Grandfather. I don't want to cause a ruckus, but this intermingling between master and slave was common and I have no doubt that these folks are a part of my ancestry. My goal is to trace the Singleton's that were in Craven County, NC and learn more about the slave master & slave relationship within my family. I hope that the white descendants and the black descendants will do DNA testing to confirm the generational relationship.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So what I do know is that the Singleton Male Ancestry is this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Spyers Singleton</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thomas Singleton</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">William G. Singleton </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Leander Singleton Gilliam</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Leander carried his father's surname as a middle name and his mother's husband's last name "Gilliam". Leander's step-father was born into slavery and was possibly owned by the Singleton's also or by a nearby plantation. I am not clear if Hannah had any children by Daniel Gilliam, however, she did have quite a few. I understand dates can be off, however based on what I know so far, Daniel died in 1867 and Hannah's other children were born in the 1870's. More research will be done to figure this one out. The Singleton surname was carried down to each male in the Leander S. Gilliam household. Leander's sons were William Singleton Gilliam, Eugene Singleton Gilliam and Lawrence Singleton Gilliam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here is a photo of my Great Grand Uncle Leander S. Gilliam, a Black man, who passed as a White man. He was born into slavery in 1860, of which he probably did not have any remembrance. His descendants recently acquired new knowledge of their African Ancestry. Leander's mother, Hannah was also fair in complexion. However, Hannah never attempted to pass.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Spyers Singleton was a Legislator and businessman of Craven County, North Carolina and the son of Samuel and Hannah Singleton. Spyers was born in 1745 and died in 1814. He was one of the main families to settle and develop New Bern, NC. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">According to the 1800 U.S. Census, there were 24 Slaves in the Spyers Singleton Household. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have decided to begin my research of the Singleton Ancestry by transcribing Spyers Singleton's Estate Records. </span><br />
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North Carolina, Estate Files 1663-1979 S, Singleton Spyers (1815)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Inventory of the personal property of Spyers Singleton deceased which came to the hands of Thomas S.
Singleton his executor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Cash eighteen dollars & twenty nine cents</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to Thomas
S. Singleton<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro man named Ned about 40 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro Woman named Lidia about 33 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro boy named Caesar about 14 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro girl named Mary about 2 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to the
Heirs of Rich B. Singleton<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro man named Frank about 45 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro woman named Violet about 40 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro boy named Alfred about 12 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro girl named Phoebe about 2 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to Mrs. Ann
Hawks<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro man named Scipio about 45 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to Mrs.
Elizabeth Smith<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro man named Jacob about 26 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro boy named Edmond about 10 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to Mrs.
Eleanor Dickson<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro man named Harry about 27 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to Mrs.
Martha Singleton<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro man named David about 29 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro woman named Dinah about 33 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro girl named Eliza about 16 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro boy named Bill about 2 years of age</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro girl named Mary about 1 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to Spyers
S. Smith<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro girl named Rachel about 6 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to Eliza S.
Smith<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro girl named Penny about 4 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to Evelina Hawks<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro boy named Daniel about 10 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to
Elizabeth S. Dickson<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro Girl names Phillis about 6 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To Be supported
out of the Estate<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One Negro man named Tobe about 70 years of age</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Legacy to Ann
Hawks, Elizabeth Smith, Eleanor Dickson<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Seven yards of broad cloth</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The impact of seeing my ancestors as property can be maddening and sad all at the same time. It would be at least 50 years before my ancestors would see freedom. Most would be old in age and many would see the grave before they could experience freedom.</span></div>
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-73189722486976331262013-07-19T23:02:00.001-07:002013-07-19T23:08:05.675-07:00Final Day At The Midwestern African American Genealogy Institute Day #3<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My final day at the Institute was memorable. But before I go any further, let me tell you about a few of the highlights that also made my three days at the MAAGI grand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was very happy that I met many new faces. I also met individuals that I had gotten to know through geneabloggers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. Thomas MacEntee, the founder of Geneabloggers.com</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. Angela Y Walton-Raji</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. Bernice Bennett</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. Lisa B. Lee</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I took pictures with these three ladies, however...I don't have a copy!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So!!!! If any of you see this page...please please please forward our keepsake photos. Thank You!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The other highlights were eating Food!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We went to Sweetie Pie's Kitchen, White Castle and Riggazi's Italian Restaurant. All I can say is "Yum!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So our final class consisted of "The Professional Genealogy Community: Genealogy Proof Standard to Social Media" by Angela Walton-Raji; Participant Response & Sharing Your Plans for the Next Level. For the most part the last day was for the participants to decide on one thing they were going to do new and be ready to share what we have done when we come back for MAAGI 2014.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I found some time to steal away and visit one of the Gems of the Harris-Stowe State University. I happened to discover within the Old Vashon building that there was a Jazz Institute! I was thrilled as I love Jazz and was very interested in their archives as I am doing research on ancestors that were entertainers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of the first persons I met at the Institute was the Curator, Ronn Nichols. He was sitting at his desk when I arrived. He was very friendly and was glad that someone came in to see what holdings were in the archives. He allowed me full access around the Art Gallery and Archives and was willing to help me find what I needed. Of course, I only had about 45 minutes to visit, but I reassured him that I would be back within a few months and would spend more time researching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There were listening rooms. One could pick out an album and enjoy the various Jazz Artists of the 40's, 50's and beyond. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There were other things I did such as being toured around by Sarah Cato. She knew the City of St. Louis like the back of her hand. I am hoping that she gets her tourist business up and running as I would take a tour with her any day!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So this is all folks...Thank you for following me on this Journey at the MAAGI! Hope to see you next year in 2014.</span></div>
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-11048901984084730332013-07-19T01:13:00.001-07:002013-07-19T01:15:55.414-07:00The Midwestern African American Genealogy Institute Day #2, Part #2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I could not help myself...I kept finding myself drawn away from class and out into the University Campus exploring. During my lunch break, I walked into the main school building and around the perimeter of the campus to get an idea of what the grounds may have looked like in the 1940's. Of course in the 40's, there were no other buildings except the large one and possibly another one that would have been considered a Recreation Center. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I stated in an earlier post, my father Walter J. Porter and my dad's friend Henry Hodge, both attended Vashon in the middle half of the 1940's. I took every opportunity I had to imagine while exploring the campus, what it must have been like when my kin folks had attended.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I discovered the National Negro Baseball Field of St. Louis. This field was the 1st original field that the St. Louis Stars played on. They played in the years 1920-1931. As I looked upon the field, I wondered if the youth of Vashon High School may have played on this field.</span><br />
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Now don't think for one minute that this is all I had discovered while I was on the Harris-Stowe State University Campus, because I found something that was a gem within the school....Till next time.</span></div>
Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-26218357534017944072013-07-18T21:47:00.001-07:002013-07-18T22:03:07.299-07:00The Midwestern African American Genealogy Institute 2013 Day #2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a good nights sleep, and a hearty breakfast in the school cafeteria, I was ready for day #2 of MAAGI. There were four different Tracks offered, and I was taking Track #4. There was such a wealth of information given at all the other Tracks that I felt compelled to be a part of the other workshops. However, I made the commitment to follow the "Genealogy As A Profession" track all the way through.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The classes offered on Day two were, Using Blogtalkradio as A Platform to Promote Your Genealogy Business; taught by non other than Bernice Alexander Bennett, the Host of Research at the National Archives and Beyond! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bernice charged our group to produce a blocktalkradio program. We all had a part in planning and producing the program, even though it was clear who our leaders were. This course was to challenge us in our Genealogy Profession by giving us exposure to what we are doing in the field. What I took away from this class, is that we all have a unique niche and that we can share it with a public audience. We don't have to be concerned that we are competing with anyone because we have our own way of presenting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Angela Y Walton-Raji then did a presentation on Blogging. I had a preconceived notion that this was going to be a class of review, as I have been blogging for quite awhile...However! Here I am sitting in class watching Ms.Walton-Raji in motion! It clicked! She was teaching me how to do a Professional Presentation to a group of people that wanted to learn about "Telling their Family Story!" I have a Presentation on Blogging, and I have presented a few times, however, I realized that I needed to make much improvements for it to be professional. I enjoyed the way Angela incorporated Stories into her presentation. It was done beautifully!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So the key element of this class was not only to introduce one to blogging but to Write Your Story! Write Your Family Story! Whatever you do, Tell The Journey of the Story! Sometimes individuals will do so much research and then fail to tell the story...It is important that one tells it so it will be interesting for the next generation. Don't let your story get lost in documents.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The other classes were Memberships in Benevolent Societies, Resources for Beginners & Professionals taught by Angela Y. Walton-Raji and Creating the African American Genealogy Curriculum by Dr. Shelley Murphy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Both of these classes opened up new ways to research and think about taking one's profession to the next level by teaching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I enjoyed some of the tag teaching that occurred in the classes. Dr. Murphy's teaching style was supreme and she came with a wealth of information. </span><br />
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-70434071508980457402013-07-17T13:04:00.002-07:002013-07-17T14:03:03.203-07:00The Midwestern African American Genealogy Institute 2013: Day #1 Part #2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I started my first day off at the MAAGI with excitement and anticipation to learn some new things about "Being" a professional genealogist. I have been researching and writing my family history on my blogs for at least three (3) years, and I have been following others that are of all levels in the field. It is my goal to work full time in the field of genealogy, so I began by taking the genealogy certificate program in Genealogy Research at Boston University. The courses were great, however, I felt I needed to do something more to ensure my success in Genealogy. I knew MAAGI would take me to the next level in the areas of my specialty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Being on campus, I knew I would learn some great things, but I also knew I would be fighting the urge to run out of the classroom to explore the great outdoors of St. Louis, and the campus of which we were learning on. All I can do is laugh because I felt like I was in a big toy store trying out all the toys...lol.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The first day greeted us with classes such as Planning and Preparation & Introduction from Beginners to Professional, taught by Angela Y. Walton-Raji; Credentials-Is Certification Required with Lisa B. Lee; Thinking Outside of the Genealogy Box with Drusilla Pair; and Documenting the Genealogy Process with Nicka Sewell Smith. All of the classes were informative, and I couldn't help but fill my notebook up with lots of helpful notes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, I didn't get a photo of Nicka Sewell Smith, but I discovered that she used to live next to one of my relatives in East Carroll, Louisiana and has contact information for me. I had been following Nicka through her blog Atlasfamily.org. It was great to meet her in person. So far my experience was excellent by learning new skills and allowing the ancestors to bring information to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Day two was just as exciting...so more to come. If you didn't catch my first post go here. <a href="http://theancestorshavespoken.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-midwestern-african-american.html" target="_blank">MAAGI Day #1 Part #1</a></span></div>
Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-86137733929057966442013-07-17T10:59:00.003-07:002013-07-17T11:20:07.770-07:00Not So Wordless Wednesday: Henry Hodge at Vashon High School (Track)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, I have been back from The Midwestern African American Genealogy Institute [MAAGI] in St. Louis since Friday, July 12, 2013. I had to really catch up on my rest and getting my life at home normalized. I always have such proactive ideas and I always mean well, however life gets ahead of me, and I sometimes do not follow through. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am currently doing a few posts of my experiences at the MAAGI. For me, it was not only informative and life changing for my career as a professional genealogist, but having the opportunity to be in St. Louis, MO was very important to me and my research of my father. Even though St. Louis is very different than when my father lived there, it made me feel closer to him. Not only that, but my father's best friend from St. Louis attended the same High School as my father did. I take care of my Uncle Henry on a daily basis, and this has opened up some communication between us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you are following my posts of my MAAGI experience, then you would know that the "Institute" was held on the campus of Harris-Stowe State University, which is the old campus of Vashon H.S. I make mention of this because my father and my Uncle Henry both attended Vashon and I have photos of their time on this campus. They both left St. Louis in the Late 40's and joined the military, so a great part of their experiences and life in St. Louis was in their childhood on this very campus. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So as I was going through some photos, I came across one of my Uncle Henry Hodge on the track field jumping hurdles with the old Vashon H.S. in the background. So this is my highlight for the day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> It was really difficult to find the exact spot that this photo was taken, however, if you look at the photo below, you can tell that it has the similar style. Vashon was a large building and around the back, which faces out to the street, is where many of the sports were played. When I have an opportunity, I will try to identify the exact location.</span><br />
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-54699892714673236882013-07-11T00:10:00.004-07:002014-03-31T23:52:13.919-07:00The Midwestern African American Genealogy Institute (MAAGI) Day #1 Part 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I took the red-eye Monday, July 8, 2013, from San Diego to St. Louis so that I could attend the Midwestern African American Genealogy Institute (MAAGI). My purpose for attending the First Inaugural MAAGI was to learn from some of the top genealogists that I have gotten to know through Geneabloggers & various social media networks. I want to take my genealogy career and business to the next level. The icing on the cake was that I would have a chance to explore some of the city where my father was raised.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My arrival into St. Louis was an adventure in itself. The shuttle dropped me off on the side of William Gillespie Hall. I wasn't sure if the building was the dorm I was staying in and was unsure if the building was open. I contemplated what to do next. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I looked to my right at the end of the campus and saw a huge building that I was drawn to. It had the name of the University on it. I felt moved to take pictures of the building before I went to Gillespie Hall to see if I could check in. As I took the</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pictures, I said to myself, "I hope that I will have the opportunity to visit my fathers Alma Mater, Vashon H.S." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I put my camera away, and walked back to the Gillespie building to check in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was able to get my key to the dorm, and put my things in my private room. I freshened up as my 1st day of workshops were going to begin within a few hours. The ladies that share the living space with me were very cordial, and then we went to breakfast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I arrived to the Institute, I was greeted by Charles Brown, who resides in St. Louis, and is the coordinator of MAAGI. We talked a few times prior to my arrival into St. Louis. I had shared with him that my father was a Vashon Alumni</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and I was interested in seeing the old campus. After Charles gave me my registration badge, he asked me to follow him so he could show me something. Off I went to the window and he pointed to the building I had felt the urge to photograph. He said, "That building is the Old Vashon H.S."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My mouth dropped! I was shocked at what I heard and asked him to repeat what he said.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"That is the Old Vashon H.S."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had known at that moment I had had a spiritual encounter with my ancestor. I knew that my father wanted me to be here at Harris-Stowe State University so I could see where he attended H.S. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These are a few of the initial photos I took of the "Old" Vashon H.S. <span style="font-size: x-small;">[I have taken more photos on the 2nd day and will show at a later post.]</span></span><br />
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What a great beginning of the MAAGI. More to come.</div>
Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-29090525931774017812013-04-18T19:21:00.002-07:002014-03-31T23:52:52.279-07:00Treasure Chest Thursday : John A. Buggs [Black Leads U.S. Probers]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finding this article on my Cousin (in-law) John A. Buggs is a part of my treasure chest. There is so much I want to know about him. I remember him when I was growing up. He was very kind and mild spirited. I was always told about his brilliancy and his fight for justice and equality of African Americans. I am hoping that one day I can do further study of his work and possibly write a thesis or write a book about his life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I was visiting Maryland one summer, Cousin John took my little cousin Will Taylor and me to one of the docks to purchase blue crabs. This was going to be the first time I ever had blue crabs. When we got them home, he cleaned them, and steamed them in beer. I learned how to pick crabs, and to eat them...They were so good!</span><br />
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Root Diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078852616599847109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523730894129255943.post-51742520758900718892013-04-17T07:04:00.000-07:002014-10-05T09:19:13.617-07:00Wordless Wednesday : Alan T Busby & Osborne Ambrose Cully at Storr's Agricultural College<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I did a post about Alan T. Busby's headstone yesterday and thought I would share a couple of the photos that were taken between 1917-1918 at the Storr's Agricultural College, known as University of Connecticut. Alan T. Busby was my Grand Uncle Osborne Ambrose Cully's childhood friend from Worcester, MA. Alan Busby was the first African American to graduate from the University of Connecticut, and there is a residential student living dorm on campus named after him.</span><br />
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Since this posting, I discovered that there is also a farm named after Alan T. Busby:<br />
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