Where have I spent most of my time lately? Here. Well, with my various ancestors. Here James Moore Powell (1791-1868) has a marker in Texas. He had been born in North Carolina, (the state in which I now live, but nowhere near me).
Here's a census report from Louisiana, giving his wife's name and various children.
I noticed the neighbors (all farmers) were a family by the name of Traylor.
Didn't think much of it until I saw 2 Traylor children listed as living
with the Powells. Then as I noticed one of the Powell children grew up
(over various census reports) and she married a man named Richard Bass,
there were still these one or two Traylor children being part of the household.
Then when they moved to Texas and I again saw Traylors in the neighborhood as well as the household I went Ah Ha!!
wife must have been a Traylor. And by looking at the originals of many
census reports back and forth, there she was. Alabama, Louisiana, and
finally Texas, she was Nancy Jones Traylor Powell (1804-1881). I
guessed the neighbors to be her brothers, the ones who had all these
other children...and one must have lost his wife or maybe some of the
children were orphaned, so the Powell and the Bass families took them
in. This was the way families took care of their own in the old South,
and many still do.
also have guessed some other neighbors might have had a sister Traylor
marry and raise her family named Hill. Haven't got anything that
connects these famlies for sure yet. This mystery solving has certainly
attracted my attention.
wasn't until I was telling a friend how I spent yesterday, that I
realized the name sounds like trailer, so these days it might have the
new-South connotation of trailer-trash. I wonder how many people might
have changed their names because of that.
Mary Jones Traylor Powell was listed with a sur-name for her middle
name. Doesn't that make me think her mother might have been a Jones? I
wonder if I'll find a connection and be able to go further back in her
family tree. Even if I can't, NJ Powell was my grandfather's great-grandmother, who he never knew.
my fingers continue to heal and I do my exercises instead of pottery,
(and I've got more pottery than I know what to do with anyway,) the
computer has become my pal. I know these people have been gone for over
a hundred years. But their bones that lie in those graves carry the
same DNA as I have, and they have given me the gift of curiousity as
well as creativity. Don't you know that's carried genetically? Why
not? So this is where I'll be for a while.