LIFE CAN BE FUN AND INTERESTING ~ If we only seek the truth and
not hide from it. Let me invite you to join me on a real
adventure through American history. Make you curious? How can
Bill Gray have links to American history? Come along for the ride
and I will show you.
Recently while searching my photo archives, I happened upon two
Photo Comparisons done by the LDS Family Search Genealogical web
site. Before I move on, let me highly recommend the LDS
genealogical web site - for that we must give the Mormon church
great credit. The LDS church has long placed great value on
family and family history - so their worldwide database of family
genealogy is second to none. And, it is FREE to use! You can
find the site at: familysearch (dot) org
Moving on, about 35 years ago my brother, Bob, called me and
started the conversation with, "I have something to tell
you!" "Okay, what is it?" "No, I can't tell you!" "Bob,
you have already opened the can of worms - so tell me what is so
hard to tell."
Bob told me, "You are my half-brother. We have different
fathers." He thought I would be upset, but I was excited
by the possibilities. I don't think I bothered to ask him which
father belonged to me.
"Wonderful, tell my more," I suggested. Bob was worried
that I would be upset. He and our older cousin, Christine Byrd
Hardin, had being talking about my story - but for many years she
was afraid to tell me. When her mom, my Aunt Ola, and my mom were
still alive, mom asked Aunt Ola if she should tell me - and Aunt
Ola suggested she not.
I can understand Aunt Ola's thinking, for
back in early 1937, when I surprised her, an unwed lady being
pregnant
was spoken of only in whispers. While mom was separated from Bob's
dad and living with my Aunt Ola and Uncle Ed Byrd in Tuscumbia,
Alabama - she met my biological father, Alonzo Arp.
Alonzo was a handsome young fellow who had come to the Shoals area
of Alabama to work in construction - and since he and my Uncle Ed
worked together, they became good friends. Naturally Alonzo would
visit Uncle Ed's home where mom was living - and they began
dating. In the latter part of 1936 when the job was finished,
Alonzo went back to Ohio and they lost touch.
At that time,
neither he nor my mom knew about the little surprise he left her,
me. And in 1937 a young 20 year old woman having a child out of
wedlock was not something anyone talked about. So my little secret
lay dormant all those years until Bob and Christine opened the box
and told me about it.
While they were afraid of hurting me - actually this news opened a
whole new world for me. Somewhere out there I had another family
- maybe other siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and so many more
new relatives that I had not known about before. It was like a
whole new world opening to me, a new birth. Bob told me, "Christine
knows the whole story. Call her."
You cannot imagine how fast I called Christine. "Hey, cousin,
tell me about my father!" She told me about Alonzo
spending time at Uncle Ed's home and of mom and Alonzo dating -
and Christine sent me photos of Alonzo, mom, and Uncle Ed
together. Mom being a 20-year old woman, separated from her legal
husband, and with no means of support - without making a lot of
noise over the situation she reunited with her estranged husband
and I was born into the Gray family, which was a blessing to me.
I had a wonderful childhood, loving and being loved by my
Grandparents, Ed & Cora Gray, and I spent a lot of time on
their farm.
I grew up believing Ed & Cora Gray were my biological
grandparents, and I am not sure they even knew I was not - for I
could not have had better grandparents. As a young boy I had
cousins living at my grandparents farm - and his brother, my
Great-Uncle Bob, had a farm close by where I had more cousins.
Between my Grandfather Gray's farm and my Uncle Bob & Aunt
Alice Gray's farm, I had lots of cousins. After her first husband
died young, Aunt Alice,
my mom's
older sister, married my Great-Uncle
Bob. So that made them both my Aunt and Uncle - and my Great-Aunt
and Great-Uncle.
I know, kind of like the old song "I Am My Own Grandpa."
For my younger Friends, that is a novelty song written by Dwight
Latham, inspired when reading a book of Mark Twain anecdotes. In
his book, Twain had written an anecdote to prove it would be
possible for a man to become his own grandfather. The song was
first performed by Lonzo and Oscar in 1947, and later by Willie
Nelson. Notice the first to sing the song was named Lonzo - and
my biological father Alonzo Arp was also called Lonzo. A wee bit
of Twilight Zone coincidence, do you think?
Back to the farms, my cousin Buddy (Paul Jones), my brother Bob,
and I were the Three Musketeers - having many adventures on the
farm, swimming in a muddy end of Spring Creek off Woodmont Drive
(Old U. S. Hwy 43) in Tuscumbia, riding grandpa's mules and palomino mare,
Maudine. One evening we were all at Grandpa's farm celebrating someone's
birthday when I jumped from a tree and broke my left arm.
Bob's dad, Elvin, took me to a doctor - and thinking back, I really don't believe he knew he was not my father either.
Grandpa still used a team of mules for his farm work, and I
remember the day that Bob, Buddy, and I rode with Grandpa up into
what we called the mountains (more like big hills) south of
Tuscumbia to cut and gather a wagon load of firewood. My
grandparents had an older man living with them and helping on the
farm. One day the three of us were running around in a freshly
plowed field and we noticed the old man working in another field.
I will not go into details, but we played a trick on the old man -
and he caught on right away. Yes, we got into trouble - but Buddy
more because he lived at the farm. As I said, we were the Three
Musketeers, three young boys looking for mischief.
And quite honestly, I feel sure my grandparents never knew I was
not their biological grandchild. If they did, they never treated
me differently - I was one of the Gray kids, I belonged, and this
was my family.
But now, thanks to the new revelation from Bob and Christine - I
was also part of another family and that stirred my interest in
genealogy. I began searching in the LDS FamilySearch site for
both my Maternal Hall/Elam lineage and now my Earpe/Earp/Arp
lineage. In my Maternal Hall Lineage I have only been able to go
back 4 generations to my g-g-g-grandfather, Joseph Silas Hall, who
was born circa 1800 - and all my years of searching for him, I
have been hitting a brick wall.
Back that far, all my family
ancestors were born in and lived in a small town in the very
northwest corner of Alabama named Riverton. Riverton was a small
agricultural community which in the 1934-1938 period much of it
was flooded when the Congress-approved TVA Pickwick Landing Dam on the
Tennessee River was constructed. My Hall family moved east to the
town of Tuscumbia where I first said, "Hello, world!"
However, with tricks I learned in weaving my way into history with my Earpe/Earp/Arp
lineage - I may now be able to break down that Hall/Elam wall and
dig deeper into my Maternal family. As I said, exciting!
For many years I also kept hitting a brick wall in my Paternal Arp
Lineage. In the 1990s the Internet started becoming a part of our
daily lives - and began to open new avenues of exploration,
especially with the advent of the Online LDS Genealogy web site.
But I still was hitting a brick wall with my Arp Paternal
Lineage. Maybe circa 1995/96 somehow I came upon a man, Brian
Lord, who lived in Seattle, worked at a local FM radio station,
and while he was not part of the Earpe/Earp/Arp family, he had a
great knowledge of the their genealogy.
With the info that Brian Lord was able to give me, I learned that
the Earp/Arp families mostly lived in the area which included
northern Georgia and both South Carolina and North Carolina - and
they had a family reunion every year. But because, at this time,
I was only 90% sure this was my lineage I did not get too
excited. Brian Lord introduced me to a man named James "Jim" Arp
who lived in Murphy, North Carolina. Jim wrote me a letter
telling me that he was pretty sure I have a half-sister, Imogene
Donaldson, living near Seattle. And he gave me her address and
phone number. Wow, now I was starting to believe this indeed was
my Arp Lineage.
I called Imogene, but it was not a good time to chat since her
husband was terminally ill. I introduced myself and told her I
would call later. About six months later, I did call her and
after that we talked fairly often on the phone. I sent her photos
of me plus the photo of Alonzo Arp, my Uncle Ed Byrd, and mom
taken when Alonzo and mom were dating - and she sent me photos of
her dad, Alonzo, visiting her family in Washington.
She told me
that when she received my photos, an aunt who lived nearby told
her, "That is Alonzo's son, no doubt about it." I never
had a chance to visit Imogene, even though we talked over the
years - and she passed away about a year ago. But since she was a
believer, we will have lots of time to catch up when I join her some day.
During
the next couple of years of genealogy searching, a lady sent
me an e-mail telling me, "Wyatt Earp and his brothers are your
cousins." That was interesting, but I had no further
facts to base it on - until later. Through the LDS Genealogy
site I found that Joshua Earp (1706-1771) had two sons, Matthew
(1736-1808) and William (1729-1778). Wyatt Earp and his brothers
are in the lineage of William Earp - and I am in the lineage of
Matthew Earp. They are my 6th cousins - Wyatt died in January
1937 and I was born July 1937. More Twilight Zone coincidence, do you think?
Not long
ago, the LDS Family
Search Genealogy web site sent me a notice that a girl, Mary
Chilton, age 13, who arrived in America in 1620 on the Mayflower and
whose father, James Chilton, was one of the 41 men who signed
the Mayflower Compact, was my 10th Great-Grandmother. The
Pilgrims had come to America in search of religious freedom,
but before leaving the boat at Plymouth, Massachusetts, they
needed a mutually agreed upon governing document for their new
Plymouth Colony.
That document was the Mayflower Compact. It
was written by the men aboard the Mayflower. Mary Chilton's
father, James Chilton, was one of the 41 men who wrote and
signed the Mayflower Compact. It is my firm belief that the
three most important documents in our American history are: The
Mayflower Compact, the Declaration of Independence, and the
Constitution. Together they form a documented chain declaring
our American freedom. And now, I may have a direct link to that
history, wow!
I have always loved
America. But after seeing this and learning there is a
possibility that my 10th generation Great-Grandmother, Mary
Chilton, actually came to America on the Mayflower, and that her
father, my 11th generation Great-Grandfather - was part of the
creation of what I consider to be the first of the three most
important documents in American history - it was like,
"WOW, now I really feel like an American all the way to my bones!"
But just as I would not lay claim to my Earp/Arp lineage or that
Wyatt Earp was my cousin - until I could connect all the dots -
I cannot lay claim to Mary Chilton until I can do the same.
Starting back from me, I have connected many dots from my Paternal Grandmother, Alafair Fain, Alonzo's
mother, through my 5th
Great-Grandmother, Sarah Boone - to her father Squire
Boone Sr., my 6th Great-Grandfather - to George Boone 1, my 9th Great-Grandfather. And there I lose the trail with him
and his wife, Mary Boone. But that takes me back to the
1620 time period. And if you recall, the Mayflower
landed at Plymouth, Massachusetts, in 1620. Why can't I
connect the dots?
Mary Chilton had 11 children - and most of her children
had 10 or more children. Do you see how the paths to the
right dots can get very confusing? At every link, the
number gets multiplied by 10. So Mary's 11 becomes over 100,
which becomes about 1000, etc. And all I had to
do was to find the
ONE direct link to my dot. Yes, a very big and time
consuming task. Makes me wish they had TV in those days to entertain
themselves.
By the way, does that name Boone sound familiar? Yes,
my 5th Great-Grandmother, Sarah, is the sister of Daniel
Boone, making him my 5th Great-Granduncle. You are right, he is
the famous frontiersman, hunter, explorer,etc.,
that we all read about in grade school and about whom movies
have been made. I wasn't looking for this - it
just popped up as I wound my way through the generations, searching for Mary Chilton.
As you can see, I have gone past the
5th generation on my paternal ancestors - but that is where
the dots begin to get fuzzy - trying to connect them to the
other end and my alleged 10th generation Great-Grandmother,
Mary Chilton. From her end, I have had some success in getting her
lineage up from the 1620 time period - but cannot connect
the right dots.
Why? Well, on her end of the lineage line - all
the families had 10 -15 children. And to get the dots to
connect I have to go through all of her 11 children - then
through each of their 10 - 15 children, etc.
Do you see the difficulty? Each new generation has over a hundred
paths, and the next maybe a thousand paths, etc. - before I can
connect that one line's dot with my line's dot. Almost time for the funny farm!
The best connections of the dots I can find are through
marriage. Mary Chilton Winslow and her husband, John Winslow
had 11 children. Several of their children married spouses
which are in my direct Earpe/Earp/Arp lineage. So I suppose
Mary Chilton is only my relative by marriage. Hey, that is better
than no connection to such historical figures.
Do you see now why I was excited when I learned that had
another family? And what a thrill ride it has been traveling
through all the generations in my attempt to connect the dots and
know that I DO have a connection with history? Not the final results I wanted, but I am a happy
camper!
God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,
Bill
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