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This is an Encore presentation of an article published here shortly before Melinda Cohenour began doing her column "Armchair Genealogy" for this eZine. She is involved in medical tests currently but plans to resume her column in the near future.
Genealogy Unravelled
For those of you who may have explored one or two of my
prior articles concerning various lines in my family tree, you may be
familiar with the fact that my interest in genealogy arose as a result
of my Grandmother Carrie Bullard Joslin’s lifelong enthusiasm for
“meeting our ancestors.” Grandmother Joslin was wont to recite family
lineages and groups often, enhancing the recitation by one or two
colorful stories relating to a family member. For a young girl, the
lists of innumerable names became confusing as I made my first attempts
at figuring out Who, exactly, was Who? How did those names fit into my
life? As my childish inquiries were made, Grandmother Joslin would say,
“Well, Melindy Ellen. You see, you come from a long line of folks with
lots of names, like Bullard and Joslin, Davenport and Young, Hopper and
Godwin. Then, to make things interesting, we must not forget the
Russells and the Gambles, the Buzzards and the Brownings – Oh! And we
must NOT forget the Moucks and the Muskrats!” So many times I heard
those family names recited that – to this day – the names stick in my
head.
Now, my father’s mom also knew her family lore. She
was just not so involved in naming the names, making the lists, visiting
the cemeteries, and penning the pals. Her tidbits of family lines came
more often as an outburst or a caution: “Do not forget, you descend
from Baron von Hempleman of Germany! Young ladies of that line do
not…(wear holes in their new dress, sully their fine white lace on their
new apron, wear their Church gloves outside to ride the “horse” in
Grandpa’s old salt cedar where his last jockey’s saddle hung).” Or,
“That Carrie! She thinks she’s such a much! Prancin’ that bustle in the
ole James movie! Why, I was COUSINS to the boys!” (It should be known
that Grandmother Joslin was an extra in the Jesse James movie filmed in
their hometown of Pineville, Missouri, and did indeed toss her bustle
with the best of the ladies!)
Those two lines alone sent me on decades-long searches
to investigate and prove the alleged relationships, especially the Baron
von Hempleman line. For Grandmother pronounced the surname as she had
heard it pronounced, undoubtedly by her father Lew Wallace Alexander,
and it bore little resemblance to the proper spelling given herein. It
sounded more like Hoppelman or Hauptman or something similar but
research into those names came to dead ends. It was not until I found a
cache of records kept by Grandmother that included some birth, death
and marriage certificates that I began to branch out and research the
line of her father. As I searched further and further back beyond even
the Revolutionary War, I came upon the Baron von Hempleman name finally
along with a romantic story that one day I will attempt to relate here.
For George and Adam Hempleman, brothers of the Baron, sailed to America
before the Revolutionary War, along with Marguerite Duffy. Marguerite
was a commoner and Baron von Hempleman apparently was indisposed to
permit his son, George, to wed her. Thus, the brothers gave up their
titles and lands and came as indentured servants to America. The three
were separated upon arrival as each traveled to their place of service.
The brothers would both fight for America’s Independence and not see
one another again until late in life.
The Jesse James movie line from Grandmother Nora
Alexander Carroll King gave me fits. Then, one late night of research
in Phoenix bore fruit. I had located records documenting my
great-grandmother Flutie Creek’s father and mother. Absolom Creek wed
Martha Ann Wade in Liberty, Clay County, Missouri. As I did further
searches for Absolom I came upon the name of his father, Jacob
Haudenscheldt Creek, who had wed Virginia Lee Younger. As I sleepily
continued my research, all of a sudden my tired brain began to fire off
little peals of hints: Liberty…Clay County…Younger…what does that mean?
Oh, my! Could it be? The Youngers of Clay County infamy? Well, yes
it could be and was. Turns out my father’s side of the family had some
fascinating tales to tell as well.
More recently, the Moucks and the Muskrats of Grandma
Joslin’s litany came to mind. My wonderful uncle Dr. Edgar H. Burks, Jr.
is a spry, alert, humorous, 94-year-old who has led an exciting life.
He and my aunt, Linnie Jane Joslin Burks were missionaries to Nigeria,
Africa, for many years before retiring to Springfield, Missouri. A few
years ago, Aunt Linnie Jane went to her Heavenly rewards. At her
funeral were many family members and friends, including the Moucks and
the Muskrats. Uncle Edgar’s mother was Mary Louisa Mouck and her
younger sister, Elva May Mouck wed Jacob “Jake” Claude Muskrat of the
Cherokee tribe. The Mouck sisters were raised in the Indian Territory
before it was admitted to the Union as the State of Oklahoma on November
16, 1907.
This year I finally decided to see exactly how the
Muskrat Cherokees fit into our tree. In the course of documenting their
family history, I found one extremely wonderful Cherokee woman, Ruth
Margaret Muskrat Bronson. Her life’s story is one worthy of an entire
column devoted to her achievements, alone. Additionally, I found some
of those coincidental occurrences that make genealogical research so
intriguing. The threads of those stories weave a fine tale that
stretches from the wilds of old Virginia in the early 1700s to the fight
for Independence in the State of Texas, from the shores of the
Tennessee rivers to the land of the Red Man, Oklahoma. That will be a
fine fabric to present in a later column, as well.
One discovers as the trek into the past proceeds, the
paths of our ancestors are diverse and filled with exciting adventures,
mundane records of everyday events, and some rare finds which are
increasingly within reach as the Internet spurs a greater library of
original documents available to the inquisitive genealogist. In the
months to come, I hope to prepare columns featuring some of these
colorful, romantic, infamous or courageous ancestors. Those whose
stories warrant further exploration and may bring a smile to the face of
the reader.
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