Murder on the York Road

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The year is 1861. George Lewis, a 47 year old man who is not too old but no longer young, is hauling freight in a wagon on the York Road outside of his home in Greenup, Illinois. Maybe he is hauling supplies like timber staves that are needed for his shop back home where he makes barrels, buckets, and casks. Perhaps he is thinking about his family: his beautiful wife Sarah, with her long red hair, or his new baby girl, Ezube, or maybe his oldest son, Jacob, already 14 and becoming quite the young man.

Watching his horses and the road, he is startled by a shout. He looks around and catches sight of some outlaw band of men, intent of robbing him of his money and his cargo. He shouts at the horses but too late – they are on him. Too quick for him, they seize his property and take his life, leaving George laying there lifeless on the road.

At their house, Sarah waits, along with 7 children, for a man that will never come home. The two youngest girls will never remember their father. Jacob will have to assume the responsibilities of the man of the house. Their 17 year old daughter, Mary, will have to help assume the burden.

This man is my great-great-great grandfather. I was aware for many years that he died relatively young in his forties. Was it an accident, I wondered. Did he succumb to cholera, typhus, diphtheria? Did he have a weak heart? I never knew. I just recorded the facts as I saw them. His last mention on a census was in 1860.

I do not yet know who his parents were. He was born in New York around 1816 and he migrated west to Steubenville, Ohio where he was a cooper, falling in love and marrying a woman named Sarah Neal. After a few children were born, the National Highway was calling out, promising a new life in a new state. This was the road that ran from Cumberland, Pennsylvania to Greenup, Illinois – the first federally funded road, since replaced by I-70 and US-40. The highway was popular in the 1840s and 1850s before the advent of the railroad and George and Sarah knew they could make a good home and prosper farther west in Greenup, Illinois, located in Cumberland County.

Upon looking at some Ancestry trees that included my George Lewis, I discovered that a couple of my cousins had mentioned George was murdered on the York Road. What?? I had never heard this story. My family members are great story tellers and surely they would have related this to me as I was growing up! I had to ask my uncle if this could possibly be true and he was skeptical. He had never heard the story before. He had to ask HIS uncle if this was true and surprise! My great-uncle said that yes, George Lewis was murdered by robbers while he was hauling freight on the York Road. He had never felt the need to tell us, apparently.

I had to soak that in! What a surprise. I had just made a post on social media that I didn’t have any murders in my family that I was aware of. Be careful what you say!

Have any of you been surprised by something you discovered in your family tree? Let me know in the comments below.

Finding the Myth in Family Mythology

Many families have a myth. Start talking about family history and someone will remark that they are related to someone famous (living or dead), that they have Native American ancestry, that there’s an estate somewhere with money that they are entitled to, silver that is still buried in the ground from the Civil War, or that there is royalty in their lineage.

Not every story is a myth. If we can trace our roots back far enough, we can probably find prominent people in our history from whatever continent or country we come from. Many of us are related to famous people and certainly some of us have Native American ancestors in our family tree. Sometimes, though, these stories are just that – stories.

Growing up, I was told we might have some Native American heritage. The tribe? The Tuscarora. Once I was in high school, I realized the branch of my family that might be Native American was actually from Tuscarawas County, Ohio and there the family myth began! There was another myth that we were somehow related to one of the presidents but so far, I haven’t found evidence of this (although I haven’t spent much time trying to prove that). My sister’s in-laws told her they were related to the Sperrys of the Sperry Flour Company and after quite a bit of digging, my sister did manage to make a connection, however slight. My uncle told me that my great great grandfather once shot a man but I haven’t yet found proof of that (and I’ve looked) so it’s up in the air as to whether that is a myth. (Interestingly, another one of my great great grandfathers DID shoot a man, so anything is possible.)

I love hearing these family stories, whether from my family or my friends’ families. The difficulty comes when I am doing serious research on a family tree. I have the ancestors and the stories that they tell me and this is what I begin with. Once I start gathering documentation and working backwards, I realize some of the family myths are just not adding up with the facts. With the advent of Ancestry online trees, I have the ability to check and see if others have the same family lineage that I have been given on their trees and they usually do. I check for documentation that I did not come across in case someone has scanned a Bible record or a letter or a missing newspaper article that fills in the gaps and explains why that person is in the tree besides just hearsay. I usually am not that lucky.

It seems that everyone in my husband’s family claims descent from a shadowy figure named Rigdon Martin who was born around the time of the American Revolution and immigrated to South Carolina from Ireland. Myth? Truth? He’s been the Martin family brick wall for decades. He had a son named Rigdon Martin whom I can document on the census and from some of his children’s death certificates. I can tell from one of the censuses that there is a senior Rigdon Martin but I don’t have anything definitive that the two are related other than timing, the odd name, and the location. It’s reasonable but not proven. Unfortunately, the county they lived in is a burned county – most records destroyed during the Civil War.

My husband took a Y-DNA test and he did discover that almost all of the men said that their earliest known ancestor came from Scotland or Ireland. Mike only did a 37 marker test and most of these men had various Scottish or Irish surnames other than Martin. Okay, the Irish part of the legend seems to be true but is the oldest Rigdon Martin the immigrant? And is he the father of the younger Rigdon? Mike did match all 37 markers with a Martin from North Carolina. His earliest known ancestor is a John Martin from the 1840s in North Carolina.

This got my research out of the box. The box was the “myth” – Irish immigrant, late 18th century, South Carolina. Did our Martins came from North Carolina? Mike’s DNA match should share a common ancestor with Mike. I need to find it. Maybe THAT ancestor came from Ireland. The North Carolina Martins seem to think the immigration was earlier in the 18th century. What has been passed down for generations still needs to be reexamined in a different light and from a different angle.

In many family mythologies, there is a bit of truth. The truth just sometimes needs to be teased from a story and dusted off and put in it’s rightful place on the branches.

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Genealogy is Good for the Genes

Hi, and welcome to my new blog! My name is Sara Martin, owner of Smart Canyon Genealogy. I wanted to write about some of my experiences researching my family tree and I am interested in what other fellow genealogists are experiencing.

I used to work in the financial services industry and I may again work in that field. I took some time off in the fall of 2019, fully expecting to get right back to a full time job in the spring of 2020. Well, we all know what happened then. . .COVID-19. The Coronavirus put a glitch in that path. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to go back out in the world while some crazy virus was ravaging the public so I started pursuing my hobby religiously, daily, fervently, feverishly. You get the drift.

My husband suggested I do this work for other people along with our own families. Good idea! But how to go about that? I am currently taking classes with the National Genealogical Society and attending webinars and reading books. Back in school mode after quite a few years! I want to do this correctly and professionally. I have 40 years experience but I needed to learn what is new and updated out there in family tree world. I needed to explore new shoots and new roots with new boots. (Okay, I just couldn’t help myself there!)

I hope you enjoy what I have to say on this blog. I will definitely be posting when I go “live” and start doing this amazingly fun research for other people. Meanwhile, happy hunting & stay safe (such a 2020 cliche)!

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