The Ancestral Pen

  Hello friends, I need to talk about something that's been weighing on me lately. My search history. You know that moment when you're deep in research mode, frantically Googling things for your book, and suddenly you stop and think, "If anyone saw my browser history right now, I'd have some explaining to do"? Yeah. That's been my entire week. Exhibit A: Medical Emergencies of the 1780s "How long does it take to die from a musket wound" "Can you survive a musket ball to the shoulder" "Revolutionary War field medicine" "Amputation without anesthesia survival rate" "What does gangrene smell like" Look, I need to know these things! Edward Beeson got shot at multiple times. People died around him. I can't just write "and then he was injured" without understanding what that actually MEANT in 1781. There were no ambulances. No antibiotics. No "let's just pop down to urgent care." Exhibit B...

  The Bridge Between Two Worlds: William Vaughn Cook's Journey from Missouri Pioneer to Chickasaw Citizen In the dusty archives of the National Archives and the faded pages of century-old census records, there lives a story that speaks to the heart of America's frontier experience—a tale of love, adaptation, and the courage to cross cultural boundaries. It's the story of William Vaughn Cook, a man who became a bridge between two worlds. A Mystery That Began in Kentucky Picture this: somewhere in the rolling hills of Kentucky, a family named Cook made a decision that would echo through generations. Ananian (or Ananias, as records sometimes spelled it) and Mary Cook packed their belongings and joined the great westward migration that defined 19th-century America. Like thousands of other families, they sought opportunity in the expanding frontier, carrying with them little more than hope and determination. But here's where their story becomes a genealogist's riddle...

"It started like a spark — hot, irresistible, impossible to ignore. But sparks burn out fast… and the ashes leave scars." When I wrote  His Greatest Regret , I wanted to explore what happens when grief and longing push two people together — not because they’re ready, but because they’re lonely, human, and aching to feel alive again. Richard and Charlotte’s love was never meant to last. It began as a spark: a widow and a widower, each carrying their own grief, finding an unexpected comfort in one another. What started as warmth grew into a fire that neither of them could control — and that fire left behind ashes that scarred everyone it touched. Most of all, it scarred William — the child born of that spark — who would carry the weight of Richard’s choices for the rest of his life. (William’s story comes next month — but you’ll need to catch up on what came before.) 🔥 Excerpt: Charlotte stood before the shop, her arms wrapped around an enormous flour sack that threatened to s...

  Growing, Restoring, and Writing Hello again, dear readers! It's time to step away from my writing desk and share another update with you all. Life has been busy, as always, but in the best possible way. Let me give you a peek into what’s been going on lately. The Garden’s Growing Strong The garden is coming along beautifully, and I’ve had a little help along the way. My husband helped me build the last box I needed in the greenhouse and install the greenhouse door. Now my tomato plants are safe from the deer who think they’re entitled to a bite (oh yes, those sneaky thieves!). My daughter and her friend pitched in and carried a shelf out to the greenhouse, where I’ve got flower seeds sprouting to add a pop of color to the yard this year. Every evening, after finishing up work, I head out to hand water and pull pesky weeds while listening to a good audiobook. It's my little moment of serenity in the middle of the chaos. Shop Time with My Favorite Mechanic When I’m not in the g...

Laura is the second from the Left.  This week's theme is "artistic," and I'll be honest—it made me laugh at first. Neither my family nor my husband's family tree is decorated with painters, musicians, or poets. We come from long lines of farmers and the occasional preacher, people who worked with their hands in fields rather than studios. But as I dug deeper into the story of my husband's 2x great-grandmother, Laura Alice Barnett Conner (1876-1968), I realized there's a different kind of artistry worth celebrating—the art of survival, resilience, and creating something beautiful from the rawest materials life can offer. A Canvas of Constant Movement Laura Alice was born on February 14, 1876, in Floyd County, Kentucky, to Samuel J. Barnett and Bethany Slusher. But like many women of her era, her life became a masterpiece painted across multiple states and decades of change. At just 14 years old, Laura married William Monroe Conner on August 30, 1890, i...

  Sometimes the most charming stories in our family history come from the unexpected hurdles our ancestors faced on their way to "I do." This week's theme of "wedding bells" brings me to a delightful tale of bureaucratic obstacles, young love, and a sympathetic clerk who saved the day for my great-great-grandparents. A Saturday Surprise On Saturday, May 7, 1893, David Isaiah Rollett had everything planned perfectly. He would visit the recorder's office in St. Joseph, Missouri, obtain his marriage license, and wed his beloved Rosa W. Clark the following day. What could go wrong? Everything, as it turned out. When David appeared at the recorder's office that Saturday afternoon, eager to make his upcoming nuptials official, he was met with disappointing news: the license was refused. Rosa was underage, and her father's consent was required. The catch? Her father was in St. George and couldn't possibly arrive before the office closed for the week...

   Thomas and Martha with their three oldest boys. Like a wheel in motion, my 2x great-grandfather Thomas Miller Hoard's life was characterized by constant movement across America's heartland as he sought better opportunities for his family. Throughout his 69 years, Thomas's journey would take him through multiple states - from Missouri to Nebraska, Arkansas to Kansas, and finally to Oklahoma - as he raised a large family and adapted to the changing economic and social landscape of late 19th and early 20th century America. Early Life and Family Background Thomas Miller Hoard was born on June 27, 1867 to James W. Hoard (1837-1911) and Emily Letitia Scott (1848-1948), Thomas came from a family with its own interesting history. According to his father's obituary, James was born near Atlanta, Georgia on June 7, 1839. As a boy, he moved with his parents to Alabama, where he lived until the Civil War broke out. James then enlisted in the Confederate Army and served for three ...

211 N Pettit Ave, Hominy, OK as it appears today For this week's #52Ancestros challenge, I'm taking a different approach. Instead of "At the Library," I'm sharing the story of my ancestor Martha Ellen (McCombs) Hoard, whose life journey took her through Arkansas, Kansas, and Oklahoma during a transformative period in American history. Early Years in Post-Civil War Arkansas (1870-1890) Martha Ellen McCombs was born on July 1, 1870, in Bentonville, Benton County, Arkansas. Her parents were John A. McCombs (1846-1921) and Lutitia Nichols (1850-1926). As the eldest of eight children, Martha grew up in Dickson, Benton County, Arkansas, where the 1880 census shows her living with her family at age 9. Martha's childhood unfolded in a rural farming community still recovering from the Civil War. During her formative years, Benton County was experiencing significant agricultural changes. In the 1870s and 1880s, the county led Arkansas in tobacco production, harvesti...