52 Ancestors: Storms


Many of the ancestors on my tree led remarkable lives, but only one had a tragic death. He managed to cross the country in a wagon train, mine for gold, and settle in a small town, only to die a sudden death in a landslide.

My 4x great-grandfather John Thrush was born in 1819 in Dauphin, Pennsylvania.

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John Thrush

On 11 May 1840, he married Elizabeth Trimble in Clark, Missouri. They would live in Iowa for a while, where my 3x great grandmother Sarah was born in 1844.

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John Thrush and Elizabeth Trimble’s marriage record.

According to information found on Find A Grave, the family traveled by to California in 1854, in search for gold. Their daughter Elizabeth was born in California in 1855.

The Early Oregonian Index states the family arrived in Oregon in 1856, three years before statehood. On the 1860, the family lived in Canyonville, south of Roseburg.

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1860 United States Federal Census in Douglas County, Oregon.

They settled in Randolph by 1870, a town along the southern Oregon coast, located about seven miles north of modern-day Bandon.

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1870 United States Federal Census in the county of Coos, Oregon, showing the movement of the Thrush family via places of birth.

On  1 February 1890, a landslide occurred in the town of Randolph. The book Pioneer History of Coos and Curry Counties, Or: Heroic Deeds and Thrilling Adventures of the Early Settlers, by Orvil Dodge (published in 1898) recounted the event. According to this history, at three o’clock in the afternoon a landslide occurred, crushing the Thrush house and carrying it into the town. John Thrush and his granddaughter Mary Russell were killed. He is buried in the Hultin Thrush Cemetery on the former Thrush property.

John Thrush

Randolph now considered a ghost town, with no remaining structures. The post office closed in 1893. According to my research, the cemetery still remains, but takes some effort to get to and the graves are unmarked, an unremarkable resting spot for a remarkable man.

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52 Ancestors: Taxes


Quite a bit of my mom’s family tree has been very taxing for me. She knew the names of her grandparents, but after that the information was pretty limited. She is only a second-generation American, and it can be difficult finding information in other countries.

For the longest time (I am talking years), I was stuck on Nathan Dayton Stoughton, my 3x great-grandfather. I had found him on some Canadian censuses, but never U.S. ones.

He was born around 1800 in Herkimer, New York, but at some point before 1834 moved to Canada. He had seven children, including my great-great-grandma Margaret.

A few weeks ago I was poking around on Ancestry and checking out some DNA matches, when I saw a Stoughton name. This person has a Stoughton ancestor who was born around the same time and in the same place as mine, and upon a little research, I discovered they were siblings! This unlocked a whole new branch of my tree, and I finally had a name for Nathan’s father: William.

One of the ways I checked to see if William Stoughton was in the area and of the right age was to check both the census and tax records. For the 1800 and 1810 censuses, only the head of household was listed, and there is a William Stoughton in Herkimer, New York. The census lists one white male under the age of 10, which presumably would have been Nathan.

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1800 United States Federal Census.

The New York Tax Assessment Rolls from 1799 and 1800 also list William Stoughton living in Herkimer. He is listed as owning a home and lot.

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1800 New York Tax Assessment Rolls of Real Estate and Personal Taxes.

He is also listed on the same tax roll in 1804.

On the 1810 census, William Stoughton is still listed in the area, now with one white male aged 10 to 16, and two under the age of 10. I assume that since 10 years had passed, Nathan would now be 10 or 11.

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1810 United States Federal Census.

Uncovering this line has been important to me. Having the name Stoughton led to my relatives (incorrectly) assuming direct lineage from William Stoughton, judge for the Salem Witch Trials. This had been repeated over and over, but since he had no children, a direct line is impossible.

Judge William Stoughton. Not my direct ancestor.

My Stoughton ancestors moved to Canada. William died in 1845 in Picton, Ontario, and Nathan died in 1886 in Arnprior, Ontario. It would be Nathan’s grandson William McCallum who would immigrate to the United States.

That’s all I have for this week’s prompt!

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52 Ancestors: The Old Homestead


The closest thing to an Old Homestead is my maternal grandparent’s house. My grandpa died when I was 4, and my grandma when I was 9, but yet I remember many things about their house. My strongest memories involve the kitchen and the large yard.

William and Pauline McCallum lived in the country, about 30 minutes from our house, in the house my mom grew up in.

The McCallum house in the snow.

I remember their house being green with white trim. Although they had a front door, we always entered through the shop alongside the garage. We spent a lot of time outside in the summer.

Green with a white trim and a gravel driveway.

They had a sprawling yard with a large garden and a barn.

The barn.

I would pick dandelions in the yard and present them to my grandma, who would always place them in a vase in the kitchen window.

My grandma by her kitchen sink. The window above it looked out to the front yard.

They had a large garden as well, growing all sorts of things.

My grandpa and me. I wish the cabbages in my yard looking like that!
My grandparents in their garden, 1976.
Myself, Mom, sister, and Grandma (holding my brother), 1985.

As she got older, my grandma became a hoarder. She had stacks and stacks of newspapers in her living room, so that room was always off limits. After she died, we spent weekends there for months, and as stuff was removed, I was able to see the details I missed. I especially remember the wooden beams across the living room (and watching “Captain Planet” on the old tv in the room on Saturday mornings.)

My mom practicing piano under the wood beams.

The house and property was sold as part of the estate, and now it is a part of a housing development. In the last couple years I went by for the first time since it was sold, and was shocked to see the small yard that was left.

Thank you for reading! This post has inspired me to better categorize my photos and scan them! I know there are so many more photos I would love to preserve.

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52 Ancestors: Maiden Aunt


This was another tough one for me. I debated telling one family story, but instead decided to take this prompt in a different way. Let me tell you a little about my maternal grandpa’s aunt, Minnie Moore.

When I say little, I mean it. We know very little about her. However, she was always a presence in our home. A portrait of her hung in the stairwell of our home, so every time you went down the stairs she greeted you. Obviously she was important to my great-grandma; she had this portrait of her and passed it down.

Portrait of Minnie Moore.

Minnie was born 15 November 1876 in Perth, Ontario, Canada, the second daughter of Alexander and Catherine Moore. She was two years younger than my great-grandma Etta. In 1882, their brother Lawrence joined the family, and in 1884 their brother James was born, but died shortly after. The next month, Catherine died.

Alexander remarried two years later, and they had eight more children.

Minnie’s trail, however, has gone cold. Last week I found her on Find A Grave, buried in the same town she was born. She died in 1914.

The glass on the frame broke, and the portrait has sustained a little damage, but is still in good condition.

I wish I knew more about her. I do not know if she was maiden or married, or anything about her life. But I know of her face, thanks to the portrait. I will continue to search for more records on her, in order to tell her story.

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52 Ancestors: Misfortune


One of my favorite family history finds was a newspaper article about my great-grandfather being sentenced to prison.

No one in my family knew this. Had my dad known, he would have carried his mugshot around in his wallet and shown it to everyone he met. Some of my dad’s cousin’s kids sent messages went I posted the information on Ancestry, surprised by the development.

Dallas Eby was born on 19 August 1884 in Yakima, Washington, one of nine kids. Dallas lost his father David when he was only 5, and the family lived in various spots throughout Washington, Oregon, and Idaho as he grew up.

One day I was plugging names into the internet, and came across this:

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From “The Morning Olympian,” 21 June 1903.

I never would have found this without looking at newspaper sites. I had never heard a story or rumor about this. So I set out to find more. I emailed the Washington State Archives, and was able to obtain his prison records! They even included a mugshot, one of only 3 known pictures of Dallas.

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Dallas Eby mugshot, 1903.

Dallas was convicted of grand larceny for stealing a horse, along with his brother Jesse and a friend.

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Handwritten information about Dallas Eby.

These records gave me such insight into Dallas, more than I had found prior or have since.

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Portion of his discharge paperwork.

The information about his scars and missing a portion of his missing thumb helps give a better sense of his build. And the picture is priceless: it is the clearest of the photos we have, and I see so much of my brother and dad in him.

I find this to be a sad period for Dallas. He served 10 months in the Washington State Penitentiary. I wonder how he suffered the injuries listed in his discharge paperwork, if they occurred in prison or before. But having these documents provides invaluable information for our family, which is an upside to this misfortune.

This also shows you never know what you will find on your tree, or were you will find information on your ancestors! Thanks for allowing me to share this story of misfortune.

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52 Ancestors: Lucky


On 6 April 1917, the United States declared war on Germany. My great-grandfather, Chester Crowe, had just turned 22. I doubt the war had little impact on him at first.

On 16 February 1918, Chester married Myrtle Crowe in Vancouver, Washington.

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The marriage certificate of Chester Crowe and Myrtle Sanford.

(I love looking up where my ancestors lived. The Morgan Hotel no longer exists, and Myrtle’s address is now a Walgreens.)

However, on the 24 June 1918, Chester enlisted in the United States army.

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Chester Crowe, 1918

He was sent to France, where he fought in the Argonne offensive, the final battle of the war.

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The back of his discharge papers, which list his service.

Private Chester Crowe left France on 24 June 1919 from Brest, arriving in Hoboken, New Jersey on 5 June aboard the USS Patricia.

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Passenger list featuring Chester Crowe on his return to the U.S.

Chester is lucky. He went to fight in France and was not wounded. Over 26,000 U.S. soldiers were killed and nearly 96,000 wounded, and he was not among them. Over 1.2 million American soldiers fought in the Meuse-Argonne offensive, and Chester returned home unscathed.

Chester and Myrtle went on to have two children, son Merle and daughter Veva (my paternal grandmother). He lived a long life, dying on 2 December 1972 at the age of 77.

This story is one of the ones on my tree that amaze me. Had something gone wrong, I may not be here. Thanks for allowing me to share it!

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52 Ancestors: Strong Woman


Let me introduce you to my great-great-grandmother, Dorothea Wilhemine Alder, Dora for short.

Dora was born on 10 December 1858 in Kiel, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany, the daughter of Ernst Johann Martin Adler and Catharina Margaretha Ohlsen. I know nothing of her childhood, if she had any siblings, or how long her parents lived. The first record I have of her is of her marriage to Hermann Peter Borchert, on the 27 May 1885 in Kiel.

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The marriage record of Dora Adler and Hermann Borchert, in the original German.

The next day, Dora and Hermann left from the port in Bremen, and arrived in New York on 15 June 1885. She is even listed by her maiden name on the ship’s manifest. They were processed through Castle Garden.

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I think it is amazing enough that she was married the day before immigrating to a new country, but she was also pregnant! Nearly three weeks on a transatlantic ship, entering the port in New York, and then settling in a new country. A strong woman, indeed.

Dora gave birth to their first daughter, my great-grandmother Ida, on 23 October 1885 in Lansing, Michigan. Dora and Hermann traveled over 4000 miles from the time they were married to where they had their first child.

Dora, Hermann, and Ida would move to Cincinnati, Ohio, where they would add five children to their family. The family then moved to Indianapolis, and later Toledo, before making the move to San Diego.

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The family in the 1900 census. Notice the incorrect birth year for their daughter Ida.

Dora died in San Diego on 1 November 1926, at the age of 67. She is buried nearly 5600 miles from where she was born and married.

Herman (he dropped the extra “n”) and Dora’s headstone, at Mount Hope Cemetery in San Diego. 

A strong woman on my family tree! If Dora had not made her trip, I wouldn’t be here, and that amazes me.

Thank you for reading about my great-great-grandma! If you happen to know more about her, especially a picture, let’s get in touch!

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