William W. Swain and the Civil War

Mary M.C. Alexander Swain made claim for lost
property during the civil war. p27

What this one document shares about my 3-Great Grandfather's life is incredible.

Here's the background of this story:
In 1872 my 3rd great grandmother Mary M.C. Swain made a claim for lost property during the civil war. Several of her horses were taken for the conflict and she was trying to get compensated $900.00 for the loss. She went to court and was asked several questions about her past and her husband's [William W. Swain] experience in the war. This page is her response to one of the questions and this is what it says:

"My husband left home and went north to the state of Illinois and there enlisted in the Union Army in the state of Illinois sometime in the fall of 1861, and was in the fight at Fort Henry and Danalson, and soon after that he was taken sick and discharged from the Servis at Cincinatti and then came home about October 1862 and he then went to scouting for the Union Army in this county and on the 14th day of February 1864 he was killed by the Rebels, he was under General Hatch at East Port Miss. when he was killed."

William W. Swain must have felt strongly about the Union's cause to join in the fighting all the way in Illinois. He lived at the time in McNairy, TN, a boundary county between Tennessee and Mississippi. Then, being sick and discharged, he was home only long enough to get well and turned around to serve again where he could. His wife's brother, and a neighbor at the time was said to be a "rebel" and William was a "loyal" which shows how close the conflict came and how intense the feelings were at the time. After reading further, I learned that William's own brother Edwin was killed fighting in the confederate army and five of his nephews (from 3 of his siblings) also fought with the confederates.


An even more interesting part of this document can be found several pages later (p. 32) describing how the confederate army treated Mary and her family upon learning the news of William's enlistment into the Union army.

"In 1861 when my husband first went North and the news came back that he was in the Union Army they threatened to take our land and sell it for the use of the confederate army or government. And in the month of June 1862 Major Houghton of the rebel army came to our house, and told me that if my husband did not come up and deliver himself to the confederate army that he would burn everything we had. And in 1864 some were under Skinner (a rebel commander" came to our house and gave me 10 days to leave in or they would drive me out of my house and burn up the place, and they threatened to take my daughter and hold her in prison until my husband gave himself up to them, but they did not do either."

To see what this document proves about the Swain family line you can go to this post: myfamilylines-swain.blogspot.com

Source: Southern Claims Commission, McNairy, TN, Claimant: Mary M. C. Swain, Claim # 17779, 

Date: 12/05/1872, page 27, accessed here on 2/07/2014 http://www.fold3.com/image/632929/ There are 43 pages to this document.

Explanation of Southern Claims Commission: NARA M1407. The Southern Claims Commission denied these claims by southerners seeking compensation for property loss. They were barred or disallowed for a number of reasons.

Every Family Has a Story

I had an amazing time taking a two day break from my responsibilities to sit and learn about family history at the Rootstech 2014 Conference in downtown Salt Lake City this weekend with my mother. It was quite motivating and fascinating to learn what's available in online family history and discover new ways of connecting our families (more on that in another post) and also to spend time with my mom doing something we both love.

I was particularly impressed with this short video clip played before the opening key note address each morning. It  illustrates what I feel is the power of learning about our family's history. I believe that knowing our past gives us strength and hope. It gives us a sense of direction and helps us understand who we are.

Each of us does have a story to tell. And I am so excited to start telling and sharing mine..

Nancy Benham In Contempt of Court

Letter to the court by Nancy Parris Benham (1782-1860)
She is the great- grandmother of my great-grandfather
Grover Lewellen  (1892-1963)

I found this little gem as I was going through some papers. I'm sure I am not supposed to have this . . .  In fact, I'm pretty sure that someone in the records office in Pike County, Missouri would have been fired for sending this original record from the Vincent Benham Estate Papers. The paper is cracking, the ink is faded . . . it's old and it's awesome! Perhaps this original was sent to my grandmother by mistake. Regardless, hopefully there is still a copy in the record books for others to retrieve. If not, then there may not be many in my Benham family that know of this.

Here's a little history about it: There was an administration on Vincent Benham begun in Aug 1820 by Nancy (Parris) Benham and Abner Hobbs. They were cited in 1822 and 1826 to make settlement and they finally did so, showing sale bill in the amount of $278.50. But apparently, Nancy did not answer to the court in a timely manner and was cited for her negligence in 1822. This is an old document where Nancy addresses the court about her citation and pleads to them for pardon.
Here's a link to a scanned copy of this document:

 Nancy's answer to the Court's citation

And here's a transcription of the letter:
To the Honorable County Court of Pike County

Gentlemen,
Having been commanded and brought before you by a writ of attachment for not having made settlement of the estate of my late husband Vincent Benham deceased, and for acting with contempt towards this court, touching the same - beg leave to offer to your honors the following reasons in excuse for the neglect. 1st not being acquainted with the nature of business of this I depended on the Justice of the Peace who was called to swear and qualify the appraising and presented the said papers to the court as they were prepared by the persons aforesaid, but the Justice having nelected to sign his name to the certificate which he has made on the send said papers they would not be received by the court, and before I could again get his certificate of the same the said Justice of this state and one of the appraising court Daniel Ra__ died - so that I could not have them sworn before any other person, and the reason why I did not present them here before is that I am well inform and have reason to believe that James Fugate the Justice of the peace aforesaid will be in this county again by the next term of this court, or that I can otherwise procure his signatures to the same.
I therefore beg that your honors will grant me till the next term of this court to make said settlement, and further Beg that I may not be fined being a poor widow with large family of children. I'm duty bound will ever pray it.
her
Nancy x Benham
mark

November 4, 1822

The Importance of Collaboration

Collaboration is a little over my head. I'm not consistent and I'm probably too focused on gaining information rather than forging relationships. In going through my grandma's letters I was struck by the relationships and friendships she made with the relatives she met as she researched her family. Those relationships helped her learn more about her family than she could have otherwise.

One relative came across information about Lewellen's in a book entitled, "The Huguenot - Bortholomew Dupuy and his Descendants" by Reverant B.H. Dupuy, published in 1908. It was a  book located in the St. Louis Missouri Historical Society Library but can now be accessed online through books.familysearch.org. What Lewellen researcher, unless knowing specifically what they were looking for,would think to look in that book for information about their family? I wouldn't! But because of the relationship she had made, when her friend came across the Lewellen line in this book she made a photocopy and sent it to my Grandma!

You can see more about what the book shared at my Lewellen site, myfamilylines-lewellen.blogspot.com.

Eliza Jane Elder, my fourth great-grandmother

This woman has graced the walls of my grandmother's home for as long as I can remember.  So dark and old, without a seeming smile or cheer, her framed portrait would greet me and almost frighten me as I walked into my grandmother's bedroom when I was younger.  Now I love the fancy neckline on her dress and her ornate and detailed headdress. As I've learned about this woman, her face has softened and her eyes seem full of wisdom, hard work, and trial.

The woman is my great-great grandmother's mother, Eliza Jane Elder Lime. She was born March 1, 1832 near Derby, Perry, Indiana, the daughter of James Samuel Elder and Dortha Ann Johnson. They were devout Catholics and on May 11, 1852, at the age of twenty, the Father of her perish, Augustus Bessonies, married her to  James Lime at her parent's home. James was from Kentucky and had just been honorably released from the Volunteers in the War with Mexico.

The next ten years would be busy bearing and raising six children. It must have been overwhelming when her husband James left to serve in the Civil War in 1862. He served a 3 year term leaving her to  feed and clothe the children alone. Her daughter Susan later told many stories of the hardships they endured. With mail being slow there would be months when the family did not know whether their father and husband was alive or dead. The unknown made life difficult to bear for all of them. Not only this, but Eliza Jane was ill most of her life from child-bearing and poor health. With much of her time spent in bed, most of the housework was done by her daughter, Susan. Susan talked many times about taking care of her mother, caring for the younger children, and doing most of the household chores.

When James finally returned, many of his children did not remember him. His injuries from a gunshot wound to his right leg also prevented him from working on the farm as he had before. At least his presence could be felt supervising the farm and disciplining the children. His wound never fully healed, and for the rest of his life he suffered much pain. His $8.00 a month pension helped ease the burdens placed upon their family.

Four more children were born after James returned. But with the excitement of births also came the disappointment of death. Eliza's father died in the late 1860s. Her mother lived with the family after his death until Eliza and James moved to Bagnel, Miller County, Missouri in the late 1870s. It was here, on the 15 of November 1n 1887 that James passed away from a fatal accident. He and several of his sons were hauling logs.  As they were working the stacked logs began to roll. James, with his bad leg, lost his balance and fell, the logs rolling on top of him and crushing him.  Three years later in 1890 she would lose her son Charles Lime who was only 22, and three years after that another daughter, Mary would die at the age of 28. Finally in 1903 she would see her first born son, William Marion, buried. He was building a hotel in downtown Indianapolis and stepped on a rusty nail. Blood poisoning set in and he died of lockjaw.

The year after James passed away, Eliza moved her family to Henry County, Missouri. She stayed here until her youngest son, Frank, married and later moved to Cherokee County, Kansas. Eliza spent the remaining years of her life in Scammon, Kansas with Frank and his wife, Georgia. She lived to be 87 not withstanding her poor health and her many trials. She died on October 14, 1919 in Scammon and was buried at St. Briggits Catholic Cemetery.

For my grandmother, this picture is more than a decoration on the wall. It's a legacy of love, a reminder of her past, and an acknowledgement of eyes that are still watching over her. She recently said that she has felt like her great-grandmother has looked after her throughout her life, and the presence of her photograph on her wall remains an important part of her home.

"Lest We Forget"

One of the things I love most about family history is the people I meet. Strangers become family overnight, and I feel a bond with them that I never would have expected. Last week, I received a gift from one such woman, Karen. She had found me from my Lime family history blog. We share the same Lime grandparents, five generations back for me and four generations back for her. I had shared a little information with her, most of it not as timely as it should have been, and she graciously shared her book with me.

Her book, "Lest We Forget: A History of the Angel/Evans and Lime/Sims Families", is a beautiful tribute to those that came before her. I've now had it for almost a week and ever since I received it I've found myself pulling it off my bookshelf daily to read and reread it.  It is the first family history book I've read specifically about my family. She did an amazing job weaving together the individual histories of our ancestor's lives with the history of the time and areas where they lived. She also included pictures and excerpts of many records and newspaper clippings that brought my ancestors to life. It was so well organized and engaging that I found myself lost in the pages and desiring to do the same thing for some of my other family lines.

Her book reminded me that our ancestor's narrative, is every bit as important as the records and pictures we find of them. Some of the records she mentioned and the stories she had told I had heard before, but to read in print the information that those records share and the insights we learn from them was fascinating and something I'm going to start developing as I move my family research forward.

I thank her for sending me such a treasure and look forward to referencing it often as I come to learn and understand more about my family.

The Hands I Hold

Documenting the present is just as important as discovering the past, but unfortunately I find it almost more difficult. I think I won't forget things but even in the seven years I've been a mother I don't remember which of my children did what when.  The advantage of writing down our present is the ability to know all the facts.

Here's my Swain family's most recent family picture. I'm next to my husband with our four children. My two brothers are on the right of my parents and my sister on the far left. It was taken at our last family vacation in Lake Tahoe over the summer. Even though Kevin and his wife, Alexis (on the right), were married the year before, we were all so busy at their wedding we didn't get a family picture together. So, this happens to be the first family picture we've had with everyone since 2007. I love my growing family and the hands I get to hold in my present family line.