Warren County Fair-to-Middling

Day 2 of my trip to Warren County, Missouri is coming to a close. This is an important place for me genealogically speaking as one quarter of my Kenfolk via my paternal grandmother passed through these parts. Having exhausted every resource available online, I had high hopes coming here in person I’d be able to overcome some of the research roadblocks that have stymied me.

And I have done just that. All in all, I’m doing better than I expected.

The fates of my 3rd great grandparents, Friedrich and Catherine Duewel, became clearer with the discovery of estate documents filed in 1879. The clerk in the Probate Records office wasn’t thrilled with my presence at first but warmed up to me after I showed her how to print from the microfilm viewer. (I pushed the big green button labelled “print” and it did.)

Melody Rugh, the City Clerk of Warrenton, gave me the name of a 4th great grandparent I didn’t know and wasn’t expecting to find. I’d vote for her in the next election if I could and not because of the name she revealed. She insisted I be given a receipt for the printout bearing his name. Frankly, it’s the best ten cents I’ve spent in a long time.

The clerk at the Recorder of Deeds office hopes she never sees me again. She stands 4 feet tall on a good day. The books that contain the deeds dating back to 1833 are big and bulky, probably weighing close to 20 lbs. each. That doesn’t sound too heavy until you have to position one on top of a copy machine. And then repeat the process 20 times. (The county should really spring for a stepstool!)

Day 1 ended with a trip to the Warrenton City Cemetery. My big brother, who just happened to be on this side of the state for work, joined me in the field so to speak as I hunted for the grave marker of another set of 3rd great grandparents. I am delighted that he found them first.

I have more stories to share and a mountain of data to pour through but it’ll have to wait. My father has turned out the light on his side of our shared motel room. I may be 45 years old but that signal remains the same: it’s time for bed!

Martin Trantham Whosit?

I can’t make this stuff up. I’ve stumbled upon yet another “Martin Trantham“. Well, it’s more like I stubbed my big toe on him.

One of my dad’s DNA matches on Ancestry.com (who by default is also my match) happens to be very knowledgeable about genetics. By profession, she’s a medical doctor and my “go to” person when I have questions about DNA. (Lucky me!)

For months she and I have been trying to figure out how we might be related with no success. But it seems we’ve been barking up the wrong family tree branch. Here’s how we know that now: she and another one of my dad’s DNA matches, who just recently uploaded her DNA results onto GEDmatch.com, share DNA with him quite fortuitously on the same chromosome (#10). But the shared DNA is on opposite ends so to speak. This was revealed on GEDmatch.com. Since our two DNA matches share no DNA with each other, it means one is related to my dad on his mother’s side and the other on his father’s.

The latter cousin is a “Wessel” and kin to my paternal grandmother. That much we know. Thus, my cousin the doctor must be related to my paternal grandfather who was a Trantham!

But, since I thought she was related to my paternal grandmother, I had never bothered to look for Tranthams (or Borens or Sims) in her family tree. Back I went for another peek. And I found one, sort of. Only one “Trantham” appears in her family tree: Martin Trantham Causey, Jr.

Okay, this is an interesting and unexpected twist.

“Trantham” is, or was rather, his MIDDLE name and not his last name. And, he married into my doctor cousin’s family. She is not related to him biologically that I can tell and she is not his descendant.

I am going to have to shimmy further up Mr. Causey’s family tree to figure out how he’s related to my Martin Tranthams and me, if at all. But seriously. Who names their child “Martin Trantham” unless it’s a family name?

Meanwhile, while we’ve narrowed the possibilities down, my relationship to my doctor cousin remains a mystery. For now, at least.

Kenfolk: Tranthams
Relation: Clear as mud
Common ancestors: Your guess is as good as mine at this point

Helen of Troy (Missouri)

Some of my most favorite “discovered” distant cousins are the unassuming ones who lived extraordinary lives. When I find myself thinking: “I could never have done that”, I know that I’ve found another one. Helen Luelf, my 3rd  cousin, 2x removed, is an inspiring leaf hanging proudly from the Winter branch of my family tree. She was the 7th of 14 children born to Herman Luelf and Alma Winter.

Helen passed away in 2010 at the age of 91 having lived a remarkable life. A deeply religious woman she found her life’s calling at a young age. At age 20, she left her home in Troy, Missouri to attend Cincinnati’s God’s Bible School where she would later graduate as valedictorian. In 1946, she and fellow missionary Zola May Rich were selected to serve overseas in the West Indies, first in Barbados and later Grenada.

Helen and Zola worked together for the next 36 years before “retiring” back to the US. Together they helped establish 11 churches and a school in Grenada according to an article written about Helen in 2009. During her time in Grenada, she survived Hurricane Janet in 1955 and witnessed the communist takeover and subsequent U.S. rescue mission in 1983. The latter struck a chord with me because I remember as a teenager how this story dominated the nightly news.

Helen and Zola returned to Missouri on occasion in the 1950s. News of the evangelizing duo’s visits made The Warrenton Banner newspaper on more than one occasion. It was a big deal. Apparently, they were all to happy to preach and share pictures and stories about their lives in those far away places. And why wouldn’t people want to hear about them? Lets face it: Barbados and Grenada were not exactly island paradises.

My life is comfortable and uncomplicated for the most part. Helen’s was most likely difficult and perilous at times. While I would never have wished for the life she chose for herself, I have the utmost admiration for her dedication and accomplishments.

Kenfolk: Tranthams
Relation: 3rd cousin, 2x removed
Common ancestors: Helen’s 2nd great grandparents, Anton and Catharina (Bracht) Winter, are my 4th great grandparents

References:
http://pottsfuneralhome.com/services.asp?page=odetail&id=38598&locid=90
Johnson, J. (1937, May). Luelf shared her life with others. The Iola Register.
(Retrieved from http://old.iolaregister.com/Archives/News/Stories/2009/May/Luelfsharedherlifewithothers.html)
Various news stories from The Warrenton Banner, Warrenton, Missouri

Mom-Me Revealed

My iPhone vibrated on the stand next to my bed just moments after I’d turned off the lights Tuesday night. It was alerting me that a new email had come through. I looked at the preview on the screen and realized my day was not over. The results of my mitochondrial DNA test were back from the lab. Like I could sleep knowing that!

Moments later I was staring into the computer screen trying to make sense of the information in front of me. Most of it was over my head. The test results indicated that I belonged to the mitochondrial “haplogroup” called “H49a1”.  Interesting news I suppose. I skipped over all the sciencey stuff when I saw the word “Matches”. That I understood. I clicked on the link and was presented a list of 21 names.

Admittedly I was a bit disappointed at the length of the list. I have thousands of autosomal DNA cousins between Ancestry.com, FamilyTreeDNA.com and GEDmatch.com. But, my mitochondrial DNA test yielded less than two dozen genetic cousins. I realized very quickly, however, that this list was unlike the others. The names were all foreign to me. Seriously. My mitochondrial DNA genetic cousins included a man living in Spain (Jose Luis), a women from Germany (Waldtraud)  and another from Sweden (Johanna Bjork).

We inherit our mitochondrial DNA from our mothers who received it from their mothers and so on. Only females can pass it forward. These 21 people and I share a common female ancestor who lived thousands if not tens of thousands of years ago.

Or not.

It turns out that “H49a1” is rare. (That explains the short list of matches.) Although mitochondrial DNA remains relatively unchanged, slight mutations occur over time. Our “haplogroup” began as “H” which is predominate in Europe. “H49” came along thousands of years later when a mutation occurred. According to scientists, “H49a” came into existence about “2,000 to 7,800” years ago, most likely in Europe. Next came “H49a1”, which is a relatively recent mutation genetically speaking. Thus, it’s possible that my “H49a1” genetic cousins and I came from the same x-times great grandmother who lived less than 2,000 years ago. This will surely land me on a future episode of Ancient Aliens.

My brother and sister and my sister’s three daughters all carry this same rare mitochondrial DNA. Mom always said we were special. But, I don’t think she realized just how special we are thanks to her.

Kenfolk: Utlauts
Relation: Way, way back
Common ancestor: Great grandmother “H49a1”

References:
http://dna-explained.com/2014/06/page/4/

Crappy Valentine’s Day

Some of my distant cousins made the headlines for all the wrong reasons.

November 27, 1937 was not a good day for Valentine Biesemeyer, my 1st cousin, 4x removed.  After his amorous advances were rebuffed by his housekeeper, he struck her in the side of the head with a hatchet. She managed to survive the blow and recounted the horrific tale to the police.

After she escaped, Valentine used kerosene to set his house ablaze and then shot himself.

Yikes! Come to think of it, it wasn’t a great day for the housekeeper either.

Kenfolk: Tranthams
Relation: 1st cousin, 4x removed
Common ancestors: Valentine’s paternal grandparents, Friedrich Christian and Anna (Eikermann) Biesemeyer, are my 4th great grandparents

References:
Attacks His Housekeeper: Shoots Self. (1937, November 29). The Hammond Times, p. 2.

D-N-Abled Discoveries

Genealogy wouldn’t be the same for me if I didn’t have my DNA-matched cousins on Ancestry.com “turbocharging” my research. Many of these distant cousins have built out their public family trees far enough back that they often unknowingly help me confirm a connection or overcome a research roadblock.

Earlier this week I introduced yet another Martin Trantham. I wondered if any of my DNA cousins could provide evidence that this Martin and his descendants were related to my Martins. So, I ran a quick surname search in my DNA matches and did the same thing in my father’s. I do this periodically because new matches appear almost daily. If you’re wondering, my father has DNA matches that I don’t simply because Ancestry.com won’t display matches below a certain amount of shared DNA.

Lurking in my father’s DNA matches was a distant cousin, “*_mccown87”. According to her family tree, she is a descendant of Margaret Trantham and Reuben Roundtree of Mississippi. BINGO! Margaret was the oldest child of Robert Trantham, one of the three children of the newest Martin Trantham in the bunch. Margaret and Reuben appear on pages 2 and 3 of Herbert R. Trantham, Jr.’s genealogical study. As such, I may not know exactly how this branch aligns within my family tree but the Tranthams of Tennessee and the Tranthams of Mississippi were almost positively related to one another.

In much the same way, DNA has also helped me confirm a connection to one of the former occupants of the White House. But, that’s a story for another day.

Kenfolk: Tranthams
Relation: Based on Herbert’s research, I estimate that Margaret is my 2nd cousin, 7x removed, give or take a generation
Common ancestors: The Tranthams or Trenthams of North and South Carolina

References:
Trantham, H. R., Jr. (date unknown). Descendants of Martin Trantham (Trentham) of South Carolina. Unpublished manuscript.

Yet Another Martin

A package from the public library of Huntsville, Texas arrived this week. It was stuffed with the genealogical findings of a distant Trantham cousin. In a frenzy reminiscent of Christmas mornings past, I ripped into the padded envelope and quickly scanned for the section on “Martin Trantham”, our presumed common ancestor. I had high hopes that the author, Herbert Raymond Trantham, Jr., had successfully made sense of the many Martins.

Not so much.

It appears Herbert’s ancestor, Martin Trantham, is yet another entrant in the “Too Many Martins” melee. His Martin Trantham was born about 1720 and died about 1800. The names of his children – Robert, John and James – set him apart from the other Martin Tranthams. Herbert also found evidence that his Martin fought in the Revolutionary War.

There are a few theories swimming about in my head. We know that a Martin Trantham sold (or gave) land to a “Robert” Trantham in 1754. Robert’s son, “Robert”, was also named in the deed. We also know that Martin Tranthams cannot help themselves and like to name sons by different wives “Martin”. Thus, it’s possible that the father “Robert” was a half-brother to the Martin selling him the land and his name was also “Martin”. His middle name may have been used in the deed to avoid confusion between the two Martins. The only problem with my theory is that Herbert believes the younger Robert was born about 1775, long after this land transaction occurred.

The search continues.

Herbert died in 1993. Thankfully, he had donated his Trantham research to the local library and they were kind enough to photocopy it for me. There was no issue doing that because Herbert wanted others to be able to benefit from his research as long as he was given credit.

Credit is duly noted. Thanks, Herbert.

Kenfolk: Tranthams
Relation: Unknown
Common ancestors: Presumably the earliest Tranthams or Trenthams of North and South Carolina

References:
Trantham, H. R., Jr. (date unknown). Descendants of Martin Trantham (Trentham) of South Carolina. Unpublished manuscript.

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Labor of Love

It has taken me a couple of months to work my way through the History and Genealogy of the American Descendants of John and Ann Chamness of London, England. I have painstakingly transferred all 126 typewritten pages of Chamness distant cousins into my family tree.

While this might seem like cheating or circumventing the research process, I should point out that the book was published in 1922. This means it’s up to me to bring the tree into the 21st century and that will require a lot of research. All of my distant cousins who were children when the book was published are most likely dead by now. So, I am on my own when it comes to identifying their potential great great grandchildren, my 7th cousins.

I should also point out that my ancestor, Lydia Chamness, who was the 11th child of Anthony and Sarah (Cole) Chamness, is all but missing. She is listed as one of their children and that’s about it. Most of the Chamness descendants migrated from North Carolina to Indiana. They are well-documented thanks in large part to the Quakers who kept very good records. Lydia and her husband, however, did not go to Indiana and the author clearly did not know where to find their descendants. If you’re wondering how I know these folks are related to me, I have a plethora of Chamness DNA cousins on Ancestry.com who are descendants of the folks who stayed in North Carolina and of those who journeyed west into Indiana. You gotta love modern science.

I decided that while I could do the research on my own, it would have been wrong of me not to use the book. For it was clearly a labor of love and the author, Zimri Hanson, wanted people to have this information.

Zimri’s name appears on page 71. He married into the Chamness family in 1875 when he exchanged vows with Isabel Chamness, my 3rd cousin, 4x removed. He described himself as a farmer and a school teacher. He does not mention the book. I know this was a labor of love because Isabel died in 1916, six years before it was published. He does not mention her passing either. He must have continued researching her family after she died because he identified descendants who were born as late as 1920. The book is not just a list of names and dates. Zimri included stories and anecdotes about as many of my cousins as possible so they would seem like real people.

I cannot fathom how he pulled this off. He had no computer, no Internet and no way to easily call up folks on a telephone. And, no Family Tree Maker, either, to keep everyone squared away. Quite simply, I am in awe of what he was able to accomplish almost a hundred years ago.

If he wrote about his Hanson ancestors, I haven’t come across it yet. I suspect that I won’t find it because Zimri probably devoted all of his time and energy to Isabel. 126 pages of in-laws doesn’t happen by accident.

Kenfolk: Utlauts
Relation: Husband of 3rd cousin, 4x removed
Common ancestors: None that I know of (yet)

Reference:
Henson, Z. (ed.) (1922). History and Genealogy of the American Descendants of John and Ann Chamness of London, England. n. p., p. 71.

Beloved Son

Henry Outlaw

The Mississippi Legislature adopted resolution SC 593 on March 5, 2015, mourning the loss of Henry Outlaw, my 2nd cousin, 1x removed. The resolution recognizes the remarkable career of one of Mississippi’s beloved sons who passed away February 21, 2015. An award-winning academic, Dr. Outlaw taught chemistry at Delta State University from 1966 until 2002. His numerous contributions to this school, its students and faculty cannot be summarized easily. In 2014, his “retirement” culminated with his becoming the first recipient of the “Dr. Henry Outlaw Faculty/Staff Service Award”. The award, which was created in his honor by the National Alumni Association, specifically recognizes former Delta State University faculty or staff members like Henry who remain influential upon the school long after retirement.

Regrettably, I never had the opportunity to meet Henry. His Facebook account was still active when I “discovered” him a couple of months ago. It was here that I learned that Henry’s devotion to his school was surpassed only by his devotion to his family. Henry was a proud father and grandfather and husband to Brenda Faye (Bickerstaff) Outlaw for 52 years. The warmth of his personality, his Southern charm, and his general good nature emanate from a gallery of photos “liked” by countless family members and friends.

Henry was passionate about a great many things. The murder of Emmett Till and the ensuing injustice that sparked the Civil Rights Movement was one of those passions. His fascination with this tragedy undoubtedly started many years ago because he was in the right place at the wrong time.

In September of 1955, a young Henry had driven his grandmother to Chicago to visit his father who was working there at the time. Unbeknownst to them, their arrival coincided with the funeral of Emmett Till, the 14-year-old black youth who was brutally killed the week before by two white men in Mississippi for allegedly whistling at a white female. The open casket images of Mamie Till’s beloved son, tortured and beaten beyond recognition, shocked the nation and the world. The acquittal of the accused by an all-white jury further outraged and embarrassed a nation that was struggling to hang on to its identity as the land of opportunity and freedom for all.

In Henry’s own words, it was his Mississippi license plates that were behind the unwelcoming reception that he and his grandmother received. His presence in Chicago at this volatile time and his memories of the event must surely have influenced his decision to revisit this topic more than five decades later. And he did so in a big way. With the help of a grant from the Mississippi Humanities Council, Henry turned his collection of oral histories and artifacts surrounding the case into a traveling exhibition, which has since won national praise.

Fortunately, I found a video of Henry giving a lecture about the Emmett Till case posted on the web. After I downloaded it, I realized the video was also an oral history which is now part of my collection. It captures the essence of the fascinating character, quick wit and bright intelligence of a relative that I never knew but am proud to call my own.

Click here to access the video. I am indebted to Henry’s wife for permitting me to share Henry’s story and photo.

Kenfolk: Tranthams
Relation: 2nd cousin, 1x removed
Common ancestors: Henry’s maternal grandfather was Luther Henry Boren, brother of Lula Betty (Boren) Trantham, my great grandmother

References:
http://billstatus.ls.state.ms.us/documents/2015/html/SC/SC0593IN.htm
http://billstatus.ls.state.ms.us/2015/pdf/history/SC/SC0593.xml

Powerful DNA

My cousin Hallie is a person and not just a DNA match.

While that might seem obvious, after a dozen or more emails exchanged the only thing we had learned about each other is how we might be related. Our suspected common ancestors have the same last names and came from the same part of Europe blah blah blah. I fully intended to introduce Hallie within this context and had even prepared visuals from her family tree showing her ancestors of the same name next to mine.

A couple of days ago (seriously) Hallie asked if I would share some information with her about ME. So I did. And I asked her to reciprocate which she did. No offense to our common ancestors but Hallie’s story is a lot more interesting. Those folks will have to wait their turn should it ever come up.

I was AMAZED to learn how much Hallie and I have in common. We have some powerful shared DNA going on up in there! It’s no wonder we’ve connected.

Like me, Hallie is a middle child. Do I need to go any further? She has an older brother who’s an engineer. Me, too. She has a younger sister who works in a school. Ditto. Her brother’s oldest child is a nurse. Um, Twilight Zone! Lawrence Welk was not instrumental (I couldn’t resist) but was present in our early lives. Yikes! Hallie married a man who likes Judge Judy. I have about 50 episodes of Judge Judy sitting in my DVR waiting to be watched. Uncanny!

Neither of us has children of our own. Our mothers died too soon. She has a career I might have had if things had turned out differently. I could keep going.

Hallie and I may never figure out exactly how we’re related. It goes back pretty far. I am okay with it. After all, those folks are long gone. I am happy just knowing we’re related. I told Hallie that reading about her life story was a lot like catching up with an old friend. We just met so how can that be?

I think it’s because we’re not just DNA matches. We are family.

Kenfolk: Tranthams (we’re definitely related on my dad’s side)
Relations: Probably 5th or 6th cousin
Common ancestors:  Nope, not gonna do it. That story will have to wait.