17 October 2019


In the last three weeks we’ve introduced you to JAMES VIATOR HAWKINS (1874-1940) Part I and Part II and William Stark Hawkins (1910-1971) Part III. Now it’s time for the final chapter for William Stark Hawkins and the best part. Williams Stark Hawkins was a District Judge and attorney in Kootenai County, but more important to the history of Robert R. Romero, Attorney at Law, PLLC was William’s connection to the home at 627 N. Government across from the courthouse that would later become the law firm of Brown, Justh, and Romero.

William S. Stark was an attorney, Judge, family man, and community member. I’m sure many who encountered him could tell many stories about Bill, but here are some more that we know about.


Read more about the current state and battle for this beautiful pieces of history, once the home of William and Agnes Hawkins

Little Jimmy couldn’t have more than seven years old. Attorney Bill Hawkins was in court, passionately pleading his case before Judge Featherstone when the Judge interrupted Bill and said, “Mr. Hawkins.”

Bill promptly replied, “no, Judge hear me out.” Judge Featherstone again attempted to stop Mr. Hawkins and again Mr. Hawkins replied with an exasperated “no” because he was on a roll and so passionately trying to argue his case!

Finally realizing the severity of the situation, Judge Featherstone blurted out, “Mr. Hawkins! Will you stop and turn around and see why I’ve been trying to get your attention!” One can only imagine the shock when Mr. Hawkins witnessed flames shooting out of the upstairs bedroom of his home.

As it turns out little Jimmy was playing with matches and lit the curtains on fire in his bedroom.

Other members of the community have recalled visiting the Hawkins family home for choir practice with Agnes Hawkins. We have heard many stories over the years about this beautiful home and the family that once graced its doorway. We’d love to hear more stories about this old home and the Hawkins family. Please share in the comments with us if you knew the Hawkins family, or have a story about them.


One cannot cruise the newspaper for long before it becomes abundantly clear that the Elk’s Lodge was a huge part of Bill’s life. James V Hawkins, Bill’s father had been a charter member and the exalted ruler in 1913-14 of the Coeur d’Alene lodge 1254. Bill Hawkins would also be a part of the Elks throughout his adult life, quite literally until the day he died. He was the exalted ruler from 1935-37.

Bill was also involved in the Masonic Lodge, Shriners, and the Coeur d’Alene Eagles. Bill was also an active member of the Democratic party, often speaking for the party and hosting events for the party. The Hawkins believed in community service and gave back where ever they could.

Agnes was also heavily involved in the community. She was the Jr. Choir Director for their church. She provided music to community social events such as the Sons of the American Revolution, who her husband was a member of.

One membership that Bill was a part of extends all the way back to The Revolution. Bill’s ancestor was Marshal Dixon. This is one membership that is handed down from generation to generation and each member holds proudly to the knowledge that their ancestors played a role, no matter how small, in the creation of this great nation, The United States of America. This heritage came to him through his grandmother Ora Stark, which is where his middle name comes from. She was the daughter of John Wesley Stark, the son of William Halstead Stark, the son of Elizabeth Dixon, the daughter of the Revolutionary soldier, Marshal Dixon.

Bill died in New Orleans, LA while attending a Nation Elks Convention on 21 July 1971. He was buried in the Forest Cemetery in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho.

10 October 2019



Please join us for another part in the Hawkins family story. If you have not already, please read JAMES VIATOR HAWKINS (1874-1940) Part I and Part II
James V Hawkins may not have enjoyed being an attorney, but it’s clear he had an influence on his son who would become the next attorney in the Hawkins family and even go on to be a District Judge in Kootenai County.
William Stark Hawkins was born on 4 August 1910 in the family’s home in St. Joe, Idaho to James and Ora (Stark) Hawkins. He would never know life in St. Joe as two weeks after his birth the family’s home and town were destroyed in the Great 1910 fire. He would, however, grow up in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho as a result of this tragedy and even come back to Coeur d’Alene after college and make his entire life in the town he loved. 
One of William’s favorite things to do was swimming in the Coeur d’Alene Lake. One story recounted on the interactive Kiosk at the Coeur d’Alene Library is that of Bill (William) and his best friend Harley Hudson in the 1920s would go out on the steam-wheelers and dive down for the nickels thrown into the lake by tourists. They would stuff the change in their mouth and then go buy a five-cent hamburger or two with the change. 


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Young Bill Hawkins went through the Coeur d’Alene public school system. He then left to attend college at the University of Idaho and graduated there in 1932. After graduating college he returned to Coeur d’Alene where he practiced law. 
The early days of Bill’s career as an attorney were spent in the prosecutor’s office from 1937 to 1943 before leaving to serve his country. Bill spent two years as a U.S. Naval officer during World War II. Upon returning home from the war he was appointed district judge of the Eighth Judicial District in 1945.


Family was very important to Bill. It was a pleasure to hear the stories recounted by his son James. Bill married Agnes M. Ramstedt on 15 November 1934 in the Lutheran Church. She was from Moscow, Idaho. Bill and Agnes had three children; James, Ruthann, and Willie Mae.
In the 1940 U.S. Census Bill and Agnes are living at 1001 Front in Coeur d’Alene. In the household are James (3) and Ruthann (1) and their maid, Francis Alexander. Willa Mae was born later. The unique thing about the 1940 census is it asks where the person lived in 1935, prior to the Great Depression, in Bill’s case the answer was “same.” The census was taken in April of 1940. It wasn’t long after the census that William and Agnes would buy the home at 627 N. Government in Coeur d’Alene, across from the courthouse. The deed was recorded on July 8, 1940, in book 114 of Deeds, page 106. The home at 627 N. Government remained the family home until Agnes sold the home at which time it became a law firm. The last law firm to occupy the home before the county bought it for the land, was Brown, Justh, and Romero.

03 October 2019


Welcome back as we continue to explore the life of James V. Hawkins in this second part of our mini-series on the Hawkins Family. We rejoin his story at the beginning of his life in Kootenai County, Idaho.


All census records put the birth of their first child James Hawkins in 1909 in California. This is strange that every census from 1910 to 1940 states that he was born in California because according to William’s son, Jimmy, the family never was in California. Was James then born while they were traveling on vacation? There are no other known family ties to California. The only other tie known to California is a set of California Reporters from the 1800’s today sitting in the law office of attorney Robert R. Romero, Jr., which has the name James V. Hawkins on everyone. However, I wouldn’t think that he brought this set of California Reporters back at that time because the set would not have survived the 1910 fire. So we may never know why they were in California, but when they returned they had their first little bundle of joy. A second child would be born on 4 Aug 1910 in St. Joe, Idaho. His name was William Stark Hawkins.

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26 September 2019


Each community has its prominent people, and the legal community of Kootenai County, Idaho has the Hawkins. Join us for a mini-series of articles on the Hawkins family. The Hawkins’ story begins in Nebraska before James V. Hawkins travels west.
It was the Spring of 1874 in Dewitt, Nebraska. Dewitt had only been incorporated as a town just two years before. It is still a little farming community and today it only has a population of 513 people and in 1880 had a population of 305, so you can imagine how small it was in 1874. It was the 17th day of April 1874 when James Viator Hawkins was born to John P. Hawkins, an Irishman, and Hattie C. (Gray) Hawkins, a girl from Iowa. He was their second child. He had an older brother, John, just one-year-old and would later gain two more siblings, Mary and Raymond. 
In the 1885 Nebraska Census, it is recorded that John Hawkins was a druggist. It’s no wonder that his grandson and other descendants would go into the medical field, but James would follow a different path into law. 
James spent his childhood preparing for his future. It started at the age of ten when he raised a hog and the proceeds from that began his education fund. He worked hard and prepared for his future. By the time he went off to normal school in Chicago to begin his professional education, he had saved enough money mostly funding his own education. He then took a year and taught in the public schools before returning to Nebraska and entering law school. He was a boxer in college, which was contrary to his personality. His grandson Jimmy said he never liked confrontation or arguing. One must wonder why he chose the area of law if it was so contrary to his personality. Regardless, he did become an attorney.

07 September 2019

William Riddle Dawes Application Analysis

We are at a point in history where our whitewashing of both our country, family, and global history is coming back to bite us. For centuries stories have been passed down in families, groups, the schools have written books, and countries have proclaimed certain facts as history, and now that information is literally at our fingertips many of us are calling it all hogwash.

Here is just a small example of how a family has been so convinced for so many generations that their ancestor was wrongfully denied his Indian heritage and his right to land and how with the help of research and a detailed analysis I’ve been able to prove that in fact he was rightfully denied the inclusion to the Dawes Rolls because, well he wasn’t Native American at all. This article may infuriate some people, but I’ve never been one to sugar coat anything.

Below is a list of the questions and answers in the interview of William Riddle born about 1846 in Tennessee and the records that debunk his many false answers. Choctaw MCR 6027, William M. Riddle, Department of the Interior, Commission of the Five Civilized Tribes, July 9, 1902, In the Matter of the Application of William M. Riddle. Note the questions and answers below are not all that was asked of him. I’ve selected the ones that support who he was and the ones that were outright false. Many other questions were asked with mundane details, and to publish the entire thing would make this article too large.

  1. Q. How old are you? I’m about fifty eight - That would be about right. This would put his birth year at about 1847 which is supported by all records found on him putting his birth year at about 1846-1847.
  2. Q. How much Choctaw blood do you claim to have? A. about half - This would mean that one of his parents would have to have been full Native American. Later he is asked:
  3. Through which, one of your parents do you get your Choctaw blood? Mother - In looking at a photo that has been shared in the family that is supposed to be the photo of his mother Elizabeth Brown I find it hard to believe that she is a full-blooded Indian.
  1. Q. Where were you born? Chickasaw Nation - Q. How long did you live in the Chickasaw Nation? A. I don’t know maybe ten or twelve years - Q. Where did you move to? A. Mississippi - see below
    1. No, all records from 1850 to 1910 indicate he was born in Tennessee, and there isn’t a single record that indicates any other place.
  2. Q. How long did you stay in Mississippi? I don’t know how long but my mother she went back there and died and I tried to make my way back here to the nation.
    1. Not even close - All records of Elizabeth indicate she lived her entire life in Tennessee until 1880 when she moved to Tracy, Kentucky, then she died in Bonham, Texas and is buried in the same cemetery with three of her children; John, Thoms, and Catherin. Which would indicate that she went to Texas, likely to live with one of her children during her later years.
  3. Q. Did they ever live in Mississippi? Yes - When? Till the Indians came to this country and then come here. - Did they move out here when the Indians first moved out west? Yes. - Your mother came with them? Yes.
    1. A few things strike me about his answer. First, the fact that he states “till the Indians came to this country.” This is a statement made by a man that does not naturally belong to this group. He is not referring to his own people. If he had been referring to his own people he would have been more likely to call them, my family, my people, our tribe, etc. If he were telling the truth, a truthful statement would have included him in the group. Instead, he is subconsciously referring to a group of people that his subconscious knows he is not a part of.
    2. There is no record of him ever living in Mississippi. All records found indicate he lived in TN, IN, KY, TX, and OK.
    3. The Dancing Rabbit Creek treaty was signed in 1830. The Choctaw Nation was one of the first tribes to be removed and relocated to the Indian Territory between 1831 and 1833. This would have been before William was born, so if William were telling the truth then he would have been born in OK, and not TN. None of the children of Thomas and Elizabeth Riddle were born in OK. All were born between 1834 and 1859 in TN. Just more proof of his deceptive answers.
  4. Did any of your ancestors live in the old Choctaw Nation in Mississippi and Alabama in 1830 when this treaty was made? seventy-two years ago? No dont think so.
    1. This is the first truth he states that contradicts what he previously stated.
  5. Q. Your mother came out west with her father and mother in the year 1833? Yes
    1. Yet her family was always in the census records living in TN from 1820 to 1870. He states later in the interview that his grandfather was Joseph “Jodi” Brown and grandmother was Katie, which is true and with that information, I was able to find Elizabeth’s family, which just further confirms that she was not Native American.
Often you hear about how the commission was giving land to the white. I believe that did happen and I think this is how it happened. I think it was through the interviews and those who were smart enough to keep the stories straight and be able to back up enough of what they were saying probably successful obtained land in this very dirty and underhand method. But in this case, I believe that the commissioners saw that his story was not believable. He even contradicted himself within the interview, without all the research I’ve found I still would have had trouble believing him.

Original records are invaluable and it’s so important that if you are doing research that you go look at the original record. I can’t stress that enough! GO LOOK AT THE ORIGINAL! Because you don’t get the whole story until you do, and sometime you will even find more detail in the original that can either further your research or in some cases clue you into the fact that the record does not belong to the person you are research. Research requires that you look at ALL the details and not just create a family tree based on databases that are missing a lot of information.

02 July 2019

Be Independent!

Webster's Definition for Independent:

"independent adjectivein·​de·​pen·​dent | \ ˌin-də-ˈpen-dənt \
Definition of independent
(Entry 1 of 2)
1: not dependent: such as
a(1): not subject to control by others : SELF-GOVERNING(2): not affiliated with a larger controlling unitan independent bookstore
b(1): not requiring or relying on something else : not contingentan independent conclusion
(2): not looking to others for one's opinions or for guidance in conduct
(3): not bound by or committed to a political party
c(1): not requiring or relying on others (as for care or livelihood)independent of her parents
(2): being enough to free one from the necessity of working for a livinga person of independent means
d: showing a desire for freedoman independent manner
e(1): not determined by or capable of being deduced or derived from or expressed in terms of members (such as axioms or equations) of the set under considerationespecially : having linear independencean independent set of vectors
(2): having the property that the joint probability (as of events or samples) or the joint probability density function (as of random variables) equals the product of the probabilities or probability density functions of separate occurrence"

I can't help but take this opportunity for a little education and venting.  I certainly wouldn't consider myself an expert at genealogy because it seems I'm always learning something new from those who have been doing this so much longer than I have. However, I've been doing this enough years (almost 15) to know the basics of genealogical research. There is a trend that I am seeing that is quite scary and it destroying our research.

Today, Ancestry.com, 23andMe, and others have hyped everyone up on the DNA tests. Yes, as a genealogist they are an invaluable tool, and anyone I am doing work for I encourage a DNA test if at all possible because it opens up so many avenues for a researcher. However, those who don't want to take the time, don't have the patients or even an idea where to start they get their test results back and start making connections. The downside is they start connecting to everyone and everything that looks like it belongs in their lines without doing their due diligence. The only way to accurately create a tree with DNA is to use records and source that trace the stories of your ancestors along the trail that created your DNA. DNA alone will NOT create a tree! They become followers (the opposite of independent) of those that share their DNA and have created a tree, whether it's accurate or not.

Stop being followers. If you want to do this, then I must visit the words of my grandfather Von Joseph Roe, though he died when I was young, my mother reminded me of his famous phrase many times in my childhood, "If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing right the first time." And that can't be truer in genealogy. Think about it. What happens when mistakes are made in trees that are published online? In this digital age, those mistakes are multiplied ten-fold before you even realize you've made the mistake. Oh, and yes, I'm speaking from experience. One where I thought I had done my due diligence and all records were pointing to this one person being the father of my subject, but as more records became available I discovered where timelines didn't match up and that person could not have been the father of my subject. But by the time I had discovered that multiple people had copied my tree, and I still, frustratingly find this same mistake in my Woolsey line, and I was the culprit that started it, but the followers didn't due to their own research. If each of them had, one of them might have been able to send me an email and ask. "Hey, where did this come from because this is what I see?" But no, the copy and paste is so much easier than doing your own work. STOP BEING A FOLLOWERS! DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH!

Be Independent! I do not use other trees. As a matter of fact, I have that feature turned off on my leaves. I don't want to see other trees until I have exhausted all other sources. I do my due diligence and allow the documents to lead me to as correct of a conclusion as possible. Keep in mind, errors still happen even to the most diligent researchers, but at least we are able to trace back through our work and usually find where we went up the wrong tree. I only review other trees when I am completely stumped to see what other's may have seen that I missed. Occasionally, something they have found helps me break down my brick wall, but more often than not I just get frustrated at the messes I see and the lack of due diligence.

If you want to discover the true story of you, do a DNA test and create an Independent tree, free of all other influences. If it cannot be backed up with sources, or first-hand accounts, then leave it! Okay, I'm done venting.


08 April 2019

Madness Monday - Jerry Roe Mystery Solved!

I'm reposting this one today as part of the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: Week 15 DNA. This is been my most memorable brick wall breakthrough as a result of DNA to date.

I started the Madness Monday movement in 2009 and my third Madness Monday brick wall was Jerry Roe. I have been searching for so many years for the parent's of my great great grandfather, that I thought I would never solve this mystery. Today I am jumping for joy and screamed for joy so loudly that I started my daughter, who indulged me by sitting beside me while I explained to her how the documents I just found ties it all together and brought my brick wall crumbling to the ground!

I first wrote about this mysterious family in 2008 in my post "Where Were Your Ancestors 100 Years Ago? 1908." At the time I knew very little about my great grandfather Frank Roe other than finding him in the 1910 census with his brother Pier, whom we knew about, a younger brother, who was a discovery to us, and his parents Jerry and Rachel Roe living on an Indian Reservation in Ote, Oklahoma. At that time I was shocked to discover that I had a great great grandmother, Rachel, who claimed to be half Chippewa Indian. DNA and eventual research when that brick wall would break would dispell that myth as well.

Then in 2011, I wrote about this family again when a cousin to my husband and whose husband is a cousin of mine, Jeanette Perrin Coaly, made a find that teased me for the next six years. I wrote about this find in my post Madness Monday - Jerry Roe. She had helped me find Jess Roe, that later would be confirmed as a connection with DNA, and the marriage record of Jerry Roe and Rachel Mason which was finally online. But like always it just wasn't enough, and for the next six years, their ancestry would elude me.

Then in the spring of 2017, my mother did her DNA. Little by little I have been chipping away at that wall. First I began to look at all the Roe connections she had, and those that had trees far enough back all lead back to one particular Roe ancestor. His name was Jeremiah Roe born in 1750 believed to be in Ireland and immigrated to Pennsylvania in the late 1700's. That was a long way back and was going to take a lot of work, but what the heck, I hadn't solved this mystery any other way. So I began to research all of Jeremiah's descendants and I've been focusing on just this line for the better part of the last year. I've learned a lot about the Roe's. I have a lot of lines completed of his descendants, and again thinking I may never solve this because I still wasn't finding the connection.

One of the techniques I used was to search through my mother's DNA connections for connections with surnames that belonged to wives and mothers of Jeremiah Roes sons and grandsons. There were two of Jeremiah's sons that I showed a very strong DNA connection to their descendants and shared the surnames of their wives.

The first was Jeremiah Roe who actually had six wives that I could find of whom three gave him children. I had shared DNA connections with the surname Selbee or Selby, which would have come from his wife Ursula, so I traced their only son, George to find that there was no direct link there with my great-grandfather. Now his first wife was Mary Jane Emily Grove, and again I found Grove's in amongst my already established Roe connections, though not strong connections. In the end, I could only find the name of one son. Jeremiah "Mize" Roe III, who again I was able to establish I did not connect to. I know Jeremiah II and Mary had four other boys based on the 1820 and 1830 census, but to date, I've not been able to discover their names.

The second matching line belonged to Jeremiah I's son, Johnathan Roe, which for one caught my attention because even though my great grandfather name was spelled Jothanan on the delayed birth certificate of his son Pier Roe, I was certain it was probably meant to be Johnathan. Johnathan Roe was married to Lucretia Van Valkenburg. Wait, that might explain where my mother's 5% Scandinavian DNA comes from, that I've never been able to explain!

Here is where the research got hard. Johnathan and Lucretia had eight children, three were girls, so even though I did find some records on them, I knew they wouldn't pass on the surname. I began to focus on the boys. The story turned sad very quickly, and also may help explain why records on this family are so hard to find. Johnathan died in December 1838 and Lucretia died in 1839. It is believed by some that they died of the flu, though I've not confirmed that. I started with their son Michael Van Valkenburg Roe because his name, being so unique, made it easy to find records on him. I didn't rule him out completely, but I believed that his first son was Charles D. Roe who was born in 1861, about two years after my great great grandfather was born, so even though there was still the possibility that he had a son before Charles, it wasn't looking likely. The family was also consistently in Indiana and then Michigan and never seemed to leave Michigan where all their children were born. My great great grandfather was born in Iowa, so this wasn't looking likely.

The next son I looked at was Jonathan Roe born in 1825 in Fayette, Indiana. It was easy to find so many records of this family, that I was certain that if my Jerry was his child, then he would have shown up in one of the many records. Also, this family went to Michigan as well and remained there the rest of their lives and all of their children were born in Michigan.

That left two more sons to research, Joel and Richard. Richard, I have yet to find any records on him. I was not even able to determine how old he was when his parents died. His name came from other researchers that claim that Johnathan and Lucretia had a son named Richard.

Joel was fun to research. It was a case of multiple Joel Roe's born roughly about the same time and trying to keep them straight. I was finding records and would have to compare where each Joel (and they were all cousins from the other lines) was at in certain points in their life and who they were married to in order to keep the records straight.

I finally weeded out all the records for Joel R Roe born in Ohio and live in Iowa and Missouri and compiled his family. I used census records from 1870 to 1900, Iowa Marriage records to his wife Julia Ann Richardson, Civil War Records, Military Disability Records, Missouri death certificate, and newspaper articles in Missouri newspapers. Here is what I came up with as his family.

Joel R Roe was born 19 December 1832 in Ohio to Johnathan Roe and Lucretia Van Valkenburg. I don't know how he ended up in Iowa or what family member took him in after the death of his mother, as he was only about four years old. He married his wife Julia Ann Richardson in Clayton, Iowa on the 15 Oct 1857. They had eight children Josiah born 1859, Eugenia Ellen born 1867, Rossen born 1869, Lawson born 1871, Joel P. born 1873, Sarah Angeline born 1874, Susan born 1877, and Julia born 1880. Yes once I discovered Josiah I was on pins and needles because I had a feeling he was a missing piece of my puzzle. He's the right age, born in Iowa, his name is just spelled differently. I kept digging and trying to find information on Josiah born in 1859, but the trail seemed to run cold. Just like I could not find anything on my Jothanan Jossiers "Jerry" Roe prior to his marriage in Missouri to Rachel Mason, I couldn't find anything on Josiah after his childhood. Could he be my great great grandfather? Here are the other interesting parallels; Josiah was born in Iowa, same as Jerry, then the family moved to Livingston, Missouri, the same location where Jerry married Rachel. Too many coincidences.

I kept researching the other children, hoping that one of them would lead me back around to Josiah or another connection to my Jerry, but one thing kept bugging me. What if whoever transcribed the record that gave me the name Jothanan Jossiers Roe had transcribed it incorrectly because the name was so unusual and I had never found the name like that again in any of the other records where I either found him as Jerry or J. J. Roe. I knew then I needed to find the original.

I went back to my records of Jerry Roe and went through them one by one to see which one gave me that name. It was Pier Roe's delayed birth certificate, which is suspicious in its self because of it far removed from the event. At the bottom of the record on anestry.com is source information. I learned that there was an FHL number 1673333. I wasn't sure if I would be able to access it online, but I looked up the roll on Familysearch.org anyway. I was in luck. I could access it, it just wasn't index. Oh, so much fun! I determined the volume that would likely contain his record based on his year of birth, Births 1897-1898 vol 6, now the fun part, all the counties. I went back to my research on Pier again to see if I had his place of birth. I had the city as Minnesota Lake. Well, that didn't give me the exact county but gave me two counties to look at. The most likely being Faribault, which according to Google contained the majority of the city. So I started there. Oh, that's sweet, at least the records are in alphabetical order. It wasn't long until I finally found the record. Followed by a deep sigh of disappointment. There in black and white typed, unmistakable letters, is his father's name as Jothanan Jossiers Roe. There was no mistake made. I don't know what possessed me to do it but I scrolled down just a bit more and that's when I screamed. Below the title "Certificate of Parent or Other Informant" is the signature of Jennie E Norton, Relationship - Aunt! Jennie Norton is the sister of Josiah Roe who as a child was known as Eugenia E Roe who then married Carl E Norton and often went by Jennie in many records. Jennie, you were the final pieces, and guess what is even more ironic, she lived her life and died just thirty minutes from where I live now, in Spokane, WA! Jennie, I will find the time to go visit your grave! I may never have solved this mystery if you had not signed Pier's delayed birth certificate.

I now know through DNA and through the paper trail that I descend from Jeremiah Roe who was possibly born in Ireland in 1750 and immigrated to Pennsylvania in the late 1800's. More than then years of research waiting on that chance discover that was not transcribed or records on the ancestry.com and could have only been discovered by seing the orignal. Lesson in this is never rely on transcribed records. They are a source of information, but always go to the orignal source to ensure you are getting the entire story, like who his Aunt is!

25 February 2019

Modern Day Sleuth of Probate Heirs

What happens when a person dies and leaves no children or a spouse to inherit their estate? A probate is opened and heirs must be found.

When you say genealogist what comes to mind for most people are us silly people that like to research the dead. But there are other needs for a genealogist. My genealogy skills come in handy on more than one occasion. Not only am I a genealogist, but I'm also a paralegal for a local attorney, Robert R. Romero Jr. and I have had the privilege of using my genealogy sleuthing skills on more than one occasion.

The first time I was ever called upon to research a family was in a case where a man left no children. He had left everything in his will to his common-law wife. Unfortunately, she passed away before he did. His second choice to leave his earthly possessions to was his brother, who had also passed away before him. That's when I was given the task of researching his family.

In Idaho, if a person leaves no issue to inherit their estate, then the estate goes back to the person's parents. In this case, his parents were also deceased. Next in line would be his siblings. He only had the one brother who was also deceased. This is when the family tree started to grow and get very interesting. Now I needed to go back one more generation to find his parents siblings on both sides of the family. No surprise they were all deceased, but then the tree starts to grow roots and the lines start ending with second and third cousins of his who are still living.

What I also discovered in my research was that the deceased had a half-brother, whom he may have never known about because he called his brother his only brother in his will. This adds a whole new dimension to the disbursement of the estate. We ended up with twenty-two names in the deceased generation. Of course the deceased and his brother were already known to be deceased. As I researched the other twenty I found that only seven were possibly living. The degree of heirship would end there with their line, however, we would then need to find the heirs of the other thirteen. A handful of them also died having never married or had children, a small number had living children, but we could end there.

The court will then use my research to help determine who the heirs of this estate are. But before this goes to court each potential heir will be sent a letter informing them that they are a potential heir. After some time for them to respond the case will go to court where a determination will be made as to who the heirs are. I'm not sure how this case ended because I left the firm before the end of this case but enjoyed every minute of the research on this project. I was able to apply my true love and passion in my career.

Even at my current firm, Robert R. Romero Jr.  I have to help clients track down distant family that they have no idea where they are in order to let them know that they are an heir to an estate, or in some case research to determine if a family member who may have passed left any heirs.

Like they say, when you love what you do, you never work a day in your life. There is no better way to work then to incorporate your passion into your career.

#52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

09 June 2018

27 May 2018

My Frustrating Roadblock

It's not bad enough that my Jerry Roe apparently joined up with a gypsy clan and decided to travel the countryside avoiding census takers and other forms of records, but now I've got to deal with people who chose to perpetuate trees of no substance and proof, instead of doing substantial research. Not every tree is perfect, we all make mistakes or wrong assumptions, I do all the time, but it's my own work and not copying someone else's tree. I correct those mistakes as soon as new information is found. Okay I'll stop ranting and get to my roadblock.

I've been able to trace my mother's Roe line back to Jothonan Jossiers Roe and Rachel Mason, married in 1883 in Livingston, MO. Beyond that I know nothing of Jerry other than that he was born in Iowa in 1859. I have documentation that Rachel Mason and her family was gypsies and a great deal more research on her line, but Jerry has been my roadblock. I also know that Rachel was enumerated with her family in 1880 in Minneapolis, Minnesota travels with a clan of gypsies, which was noted in the margin as such.

Then my mother did her DNA last year and since then I've been researching her Roe line. I've been able to connect her consistently through her DNA connections to Jeremiah Roe II, but I have yet to be able to find all of his children let alone find the connection between him and my gg grandfather Jerry Roe. I am certain that there is only one missing generation between them.

I have researched many of the Roe lines down from Jeremiah Roe I born in 1750 believed to be Ireland. I have eliminated many of the lines as possible connections to my Jerry. I have now with DNA and what lines are left narrowed my search to Jeremiah Roe II or his brother Johnathan Roe.

Johnathan is a possibility because I also have many DNA matches to Van Valkenburg which was his wife, Lucretia's maiden name, and I've not been able to rule out their sons Joel or Richard as possible fathers of my Jerry. I've sent off for information from historical societies related to the surname and areas where they lived. My DNA match to this family is a bit weaker than those of Jeremiah's descendants. So even though I can't rule out two of their sons as possible fathers of my Jerry, I'm beginning to think that I will eventually eliminate them.

Jeremiah Roe's descendants have very high and in a few cases extremely high DNA connection to my mother. I think where the paper trail breaks down is with the children that Jeremiah had with his first wife, Mary Jane Grove. All of the children were born in a very lacking in records time period and part of the country. Most if not all eight children were born in Fayette County, Ohio between 1810 and 1825. There is only one son that I have been able to confirm through records was a son of Jeremiah and Mary, which is Jeremiah Roe III. There are two girls that other cousins who do connect to us by DNA matches claim that are daughters, Katherin Mary (Kate) and Elizabeth Jane, I'm still working on finding records that confirm them. The other children are completely unknown to me. I have frustratingly found so many trees claiming names like, Perry, Margaret, Michael, Nancy, Joseph, John, and others with absolutely no proof other than a line of trees that have been copied.

I am hoping that someone out there knows something about Jeremiah and his first wife's eight children that are willing to help me plug in the last missing piece of the puzzle. I'm certain that the connection is with one of his boys of the eight children. By the was of the eight five, counting Jeremiah III, are boys and three are girls. This is all based on the 1820 and 1830 census information. Also from the 1830 census in comparison with 1820, it can be deduced that one of the boys may have died before 1830.

Sorry for the lengthy post, but I've done so much work on this and even though I'm closer I'm still missing something that is keeping me from connecting my Jerry to his ancestors. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

15 January 2018

Living 100 years

Can you imagine it? Few can even imagine living to be 100 years old, but Emily Lutitia (Scott) Hoard experience exactly that and she lived in two centuries at that. Can you imagine all that she saw and experienced in her lifetime?

Let me put her life into perspective. Emily was born 1 Sept 1848 in Metamora, Franklin, Indiana. Now let's think about that for a minute. She would have been 15 when the Civil War began. Knowing what I've learned about this side of my family I believe they were very loving and very likely against slavery. When she was a child slavery was still legal, travel was horse and wagon, the west was still being discovered!

In 1850 Emily is found in the census as a two-year-old living with her parents and her maternal grandmother in Center, Marion, IN. Next, we see the family in the Iowa state census for 1856 in Union, Lucas, IA. There are now two more family members; A.F who is 5 (Alexander) and M.E who is 2.

So far no more records have been found for any of the family members between 1856 and 1866 when Emily shows up on 12 Jul 1866 in Platte City, Platte, MO where she marries James W Hoard.  According to a deposition, Emily gave for her pension file they left for Jackson co., MO in 1868 and then back to Platte co., MO in the spring of 1869.

There are then no records found for George and Aner, or the boys, until 1880. In 1870 Emily and James are in Carroll, Platte, MO. It's very likely that George and Aner are in this part of Missouri at this time, just no records have been located. In 1870 census Emily and James have two boys; Thomas - 3 and George - 1. During this time period, she would have likely heard of many of the Indian wars that happened in and around the states she was living in. As much as I believe the US government wronged the Native Americans I can also understand the fear of Indian attacks that someone like my 3rd great grandmother would have felt. One of the saddest and most disturbing Indian battles was the Battle of Wounded Knee, which occurred on 29 Dec 1890. It's likely Emily and James would have been in NE or MO at that time. I would have loved to have known how this affected her.

In 1880 George and Aner are living in Plum Creek, NE while 160 miles away Emily and James are in Vesta, NE. Vesta is just over the MO border from where George and Aner are buried in Mulberry, Crawford County, Kansas, USA.

Emily would then live out the rest of her life in Kansas from 1900 until she dies in 1948. She lived in Harvey, Latham and Union, Kansas. In 1903 The Wright Brothers Make the First Flight at Kitty Hawk and the First Silent Movie, The Great Train Robbery comes out. I wonder if she would have seen it, or maybe her boys and their families? Her husband, James Hoard, died on the train to Arkansas to visit family on 14 Jun 1911. A year later The Titanic Sinks. She would have witnessed both World Wars and seen sons and grandsons go off to war. She must have been a woman with wonderful Karma because from what I've seen all of her sons and grandsons that would have served returned home to have families and live long lives. In many cases, her sons and daughters lived into their 80's and a couple of the daughters to 98. I'd say the longevity gene was strong in her family.

In the 1920's she would have seen the beginning of Prohibition in the U.S., The First Talking Movie, The Jazz Singer, and First Mickey Mouse Cartoon. In 1920 she is living alone at the age of 71 in Union, Butler, KS. In 1929 the Great Depression began. I do not know where she was in 1930 after the Depression began. I can only imagine that she must be living with one of her children at this point, but my 1940 she is once again living along in Latham, Butler, KS. Though Roy is living nearby it is still amazing that a 91-year-old woman is living on her own. In 1934 she would have been in the midst of The Dust Bowl and yet she stayed. The Hoard family was not one easily driven out of the Great Plains.

I've often been asked if I could go back in time and spend time with one ancestor, who would it be? Emily would be one such ancestor. I can only imagine the stories that she could have told. Nearly 100 years of life spanning the most volatile, industrious, changing, progressing two centuries in American history.

Emily died, just shy of her 100th birthday on 28 Mar 1948 in Wichita, Sedgwick, KS. She was then laid to rest beside her husband, James in the Latham Cemetery in Latham, KS.

In the photo L to R: Emily (Scott) Hoard, Thomas Hoard, Roy Hoard and Fontana Hoard. 4 generations of Hoards. #52Ancestors, #100years, #Longevity

07 August 2017

Madness Monday - My Gypsie Roots

Family roots are never simple lines, they are always tangles. Recently my mother did her DNA, and her ethnicity was really no surprise to me. Though I had not found her Irish immigrant ancestor, I didn't doubt that he and/or she was back there somewhere. A short red head with a fiery personality and a maiden name of Roe screamed Irish to me. It turns out that yes she is about one-quarter Irish, but the question was, from where?

The research began years ago on my mother's paternal line. One of my first posts about my grandfather Von Joseph "Rusty" Roe was the WWII Records, 1973 Fire, written in February 2007. Sadly the discovery of this news closed some doors that would have afforded me the opportunity to get to know the man I never knew. I was about two years old when my Grandpa Roe died, so I do not remember him. I did, however, learn bits and pieces from my mother, Aunt Mary, and Aunt Dawna, his three daughters. Through them, I was able to compile the details in the previously mentioned blog post. I knew his father was Frank Roe, and through Aunt Mary I learned that Frank had a brother Piere, but we didn't know who their parents were.

In March of 2009 some two years later I made a small break through. I found a census record, which did finally tell me Frank's parents were Jerry and Rachell Roe, and that he had one more baby brother we knew nothing about. Though from the census I now knew there were still two more siblings we didn't know. I had spent countless hours researching this family over those two years, and all I came up with was a census record?! Seriously, I was perplexed. This was the only line of my family at this point that I wasn't at least four generations deep from my parents! I was frustrated. That's when I wrote my fourth "Madness Monday" post "Madness Monday - Jerry Roe born abt 1861". By this time I was seriously mad with frustration. 

This family was so elusive that I couldn't seem to find anything more. I sent off to Oklahoma archives trying to locate possible death records, birth records I knew would be useless, and even obtained a copy of the Dawes Rolls to search, since Rachell, the mother of my great-grandfather Frank, had claimed to be half Chippewa Indian. That's right, if this were true, this fair-complected red-head would be 1/32 Native American. 

For years this really seemed to be a mystery I would never solve. A year or so after I found the census record I finally came across a marriage record for a Rachel Mason and J.J. Roe in Missouri. I knew in my heart it had to be them, but there was still no definitive proof. Then suddenly in 2012, there was a Find-A-Grave memorial for a Rachel Roe in Ponce City, Oklahoma. Finally, something more. This told me she was born in Winnipeg, Canada in 1861, which I knew from the census that she was born in Canada, but still nothing on Jerry. Even to this day, I have never found what happened to Jerry.

Once again my research would stall for years, then I lost my job, went back to school, and life got crazy. Recently, however, the brick wall has begun to crumble. I bought a DNA test through Ancestry.com and asked my mom if she would do a DNA test. She was more than happy to do so, as she had been curious recently and was hoping I would find more. While we waited impatiently for her tests to come back this past spring, I had spring break where I finally had some time away from homework to do some research. 

I began looking at Piere and Frank's brother Jaybird, the baby. I never understood why my mom and her sisters never knew anything about him. In the recent years, Missouri has done a fabulous job of making its records available online. In my week of research, I came across a 1930 census showing Jay Roe as a patient at the Central Oklahoma State Hospital. I also found his death certificate in Missouri showing that he had died 27 May 1932 in Vernon, Missouri. He died of Tetanus, caused by an accidental burn on his lower limb, and once again his residence was at the State Hospital #3 in Vernon, Missouri. I knew there had to be a story on this. I then looked for a newspaper article. I can't find it today, but I do remember reading that he had a seizure and fell in the fire, burning his leg severely, which would later result in his death. 

Well, that explained what happened to Jaybird and why the sisters never knew about him. It's very likely my own grandfather didn't know about his uncle. That still, however, didn't shed any light on who Rachell and Jerry were or where they came from. For that answer, I would have to wait until we got back my mother's DNA test.

Finally, after waiting two months we had her DNA test back, but as luck would have it, I was in the middle of finals so it would have to wait. Mid-May came and I was now a graduate with a degree as a paralegal, now it was time to get back to my real passion. One of the first mysteries I tackled was my mother's paternal line. 

First I connected to a 2nd cousin to my mother, only to not hear from her after a short while, but then came the most important connection, Ronda Krug. Ronda showed up as a 3rd - 4th cousin. There wasn't a lot of names on her tree, but one certainly caught my attention, Jess Johnathon Roe. When I contacted Ronda she responded back and was excited to compare notes on our Roe ancestry. However, she asked me one strange question that caught me off guard, "did your mom speak Romani and was your mom and dad both gypsy?" Did my family what?! Are you serious? I wasn't put off by the idea, it actually intrigued me, but I would have never thought to even look in that direction because my family had never spoken of it. 

The more I thought about what she asked, the more it began to make sense. It was that one little question that got me thinking and prompted me to look at my mother's paternal line in a whole new light. One that would bring the wall crashing down. Now it all made sense. I always wondered why and what would prompt my mother's great grandparents to move all over the country. Rachell was born in Canada, Jerry in Iowa, they were married in Missouri, Frank was born in Iowa or Missouri, Piere was born in Minnesota, and Jaybird was born in Kansas. That has to be it. They were Gypsies!

There was still a part that was nagging me that didn't make sense. The distant cousins that my mother shares DNA with that are Roe descendants of one Jeremiah Roe born in 1750 Ireland were well-established members of society and none of them show signs of being Gypsies or even moving much. Most of them settled in Minnesota, Illinois, and Iowa. Well, there are those two states again, Minnesota and Iowa, but for the life of me, I still have yet to discover how and where my Jerry Roe fits into this family tree. I have rebuilt a family tree for the descendants of Jeremiah Roe, well mostly, it's still a work in progress, and yet I still don't see a connection; however, I share a connection with many descendants of Jerimiah Roe. 

Eventually, I decided the Roe's were not my Gypsie roots. It had to be Rachel that came from that life style. I then turned my attention to Rachel Mason. After I compared more DNA matches, I was convinced that Rachel was the daughter of Frederick Mason and Sarah Rinehart I also looked at Rinehart DNA connection and a few have their Rinehart line that traces to John Rinehart 1814-1881, and some of them have Sarah the wife of Frederick Mason in their tree. The most important connection was Nancy, who not only matched my mom, but also matched Ronda. Her family had put down roots, but she remembered the Mason "traveler cousins" as she called the coming to visit on their way back and forth from Canada to Oklahoma. I shifted gears and focused on the Mason line in the hopes that it would lead me to our connection between Jerry Roe and his ancestors I know he descends from Jeremiah Roe the Irish immigrant. 

When I came across this amazing gem, it all made perfect sense.

Then when I read the margin I wrote this to Ronda and the rest of my cousins who had been following my journey at this point;
OMG! OMG! I'm doing the happy dance and my co-workers are laughing at me! This is Rachel Mason's family. She is on the first line of the next page, but I copied this page because of what it says in the margin, "These families have been camping here for the last few weeks." OMG! Ronda Krug this is more proof of the gypsie connection and now I believe my theory is correct. I think Jerry Roe was not a Gypsie because I'm finding no evidence of any of the Roe family being gypsies. For generations, they were well-established members of their communities, but I suspected that Jerry married a gypsie and then began to travel with her family. The Mason's are where our Gypsie roots come from!!!!!!!!!
It got better when I read the margin on the next page:

"These families have been camping in the city for some weeks. Some of them claim to be Cherokee Indian and others claim to be gypsie. I perhaps one many may be Indian. The women are all darker than the men. They may be Indian and gypsie mixed."
There it is, not only the Gypsie, but the Native American connection. My mom's DNA tells me she wasn't Native American, but this tells me that she likely could pull it off because of her looks.

It was a beautiful moment. The journey will continue, but I may never have made this breakthrough without DNA. 

10 June 2017

I'm Back! And This Time Armed with DNA!

Life sometimes has a way of throwing you curve balls and you either strike out or you knock it out of the park. Two and a half years ago it was announced that my current employer would be closing our plant. I had a choice, either I could go on the hunt for another job and likely lose ground with the kind of pay I was making at the time, or I could put in two years of hard work, work part time for lower pay, tighten the budget, and get my degree so that I would finally have a chance at a better future. I choose to go back to school. With the help of my wonderfully supportive family I made it, and now I have an amazing future and I love what I'm doing as a paralegal.

The hardest part of going to school was resisting the urge to be pulled into solving another family mystery, especially when my in-law and then my parent's DNA tests came back before I was done with school. That was so hard to not dig in and focus on my priorities first.

Having our autosomal DNA done has begun to break down some brick walls, not only for us but for other people as well. The first wall to crumble was for someone else. His name is Anthony and he contacted me about eight months ago. I explained to him that I was focused on school, but certainly willing to help him if he could wait until I was on Winter Break. He agreed and patiently waited for me to get back to him. While I was on Winter Break he and I emailed almost daily regarding the Ward's in my father-in-law's family. He had told me that he and several other family members had done their DNA and had a surprising story to tell me. It turned out that one of my father-in-law's ancestors had left his first wife, which explains why I could never find his death record, changed his name slightly and had a whole other family with another woman. He probably would have never been able to solve that mystery if it were not for DNA.

The next mystery on the demolition list was my father's 2x great grandfather. He was a man that ran away from home and disowned and even denied his parents. Through DNA we have proven the connection to his Aunt's descendants. I still want to try and get the descendants of his half siblings to do DNA to have a more definitive connection, but I'm pretty certain we have proven who the parents of William G Woolsey are because of DNA.

Right now I am eyeballs deep in a new mystery that seems to crumble a little more each day. I have been searching for my mother's great grandparent's families prior to their marriage. When my mother did her DNA, I was able to find that all Roes that we connected to descended from one Jeremiah Roe who immigrated from Ireland where he was born in 1750. Right now I am compiling a tree of all of his descendants. It's hard because I have some gaps between siblings where I think there are other children that I am missing because the records were very sparse then. So far I have not been able to find the exact branch of the Roe family that my 2x great grandfather Jerry Roe belongs to, but I will. I have, however, had a breakthrough on his wife, Rachel Mason.

DNA helped me make a connect with several Roe cousins, very closely related actually. I started a facebook group for all of us so that we could exchange stories and photos. One of the things I learned is that the oldest brother of my great-grandfather continue to live the Gypsie life that he had learned from his parents and passed it down to his descendants, unlike my great grandfather who left that life behind. Well heck, that explains it all! No wonder I couldn't trace the family or find them in most census records, and the children I knew of are all born in a different state! With that in mind I also used our DNA to see who we shared in common with the last name of Mason, and again a particular family kept popping up. This family turned out to be Rachel's parents, and the best part is I finally found a census of her with her parents, and in the margin was a notation about a group of families that were traveling together as Gypsies! That's it!

Now I have a theory I'm pursuing on my Roe connection to solve who the parents of Jerry Roe were. I hate to keep all of you in suspense, not really I've been in suspense for twelve years, but I'll have to report back when I do finally solve this mystery and I'll have to write more about Rachel's story.

14 July 2016

Don't Like the Background? Change it!

Often times we have pictures that we love for one reason or another, but at the same time hate for another. What do you do? Change it.

Case in point. Recently, the company I am a receptionist for had a group photo done. We wanted an outdoor photo of the group, but there wasn't a perfect location for that, so our wonderful photographer at The Big Picture found the best possible location, while knowing that the background could be altered if need be. In our case, we ended up with a washed out parking lot on one side of the background, but when I was done with it, there was a beautiful background full of nature and color with just the right amount of light.

I currently working on another photo taken of a bride by her relatives. Though she liked the photo of herself the door in the background screams amateur photographer and is distracting. She wants to have the photo blown up to wall size and hang on her wall. Plus she wanted her skin tone evened out. The lighting in the room made her look blotchy. With a little clean up of her skin and a completely new background that makes it appear that her photo was taken in a professional studio, she will have an image ready to blow up and hang on her wall.

There are many times when the perfect action or the perfect smile are captured, but something in the background is very distracting or in some way steals away from the beauty of the photo. We don't have to put up with that anymore. It can be changed!

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06 July 2016

The value of Alien Cases Files

It's been a rough year watching a dear friend of my husband's suffer and succumb to his fate of cancer. After his death, his wife asked me to do some research on his family. Many of his family heirlooms that he has kept and stored over the years, such as a car his mother drove and a horse drawn carriage his grandparents were married in, and other farm implements will be displayed in various locations, but primarily in a museum that we hope to see open in Hayden. The curator is currently looking for an ideal venue. Anyway, his wife asked me to do the research in order to compile the family history to add provenance to the items when they go on display.

Gary Rowles 1951-2016 was the son of Sidney Rowles and Clara Marie Neustel. Gary knew his mother and her family. He even grew very fond of and loved his step-father, Victor Ferdinand Wycoff, dearly, but sadly did not know his father Sidney Rowles very well. Gary's wife was curious about Sid, which sparked a curiosity in me to find out more about this man. What was known about Sid is that he was from Wales, but little else was known about him, beyond his marriage and ultimate birth of two sons in Coeur d'Alene, ID.

As with every genealogy project I undertake, I started with the latest generation, Gary, and worked my way back. Gary's mother's line quickly expanded into a full grown tree with many documents that were easy to find. It's rarely difficult to compile a tree on a family when they remain in one location for generations and establish themselves as part of the community.

Gary's father on the other hand would prove to be almost as elusive in documents as he was to his son. I did the usual research of census, birth, death, marriage and other common records often found on sites like familysearch.org and ancestry.com.

I found Sidney's death index in nearby Spokane, WA. Which was surprising considering he lived and (we thought) died in Coeur d'Alene, ID. Another lesson in the importance of considering neighboring counties and states when searching for elusive ancestors. Spokane is a big city compared to Coeur d'Alene, and even more so back in 1965. It's very likely Sid had a long term illness that took him to the large hospital in Spokane where he then passed. Unfortunately the index didn't tell me much other than his death date and location. I'll work on obtaining a death certificate later.

I continued to dig until I came across an index for another set of records I wasn't very familiar with, the Alien Cases Files archived in Kansas City. This time I read more of the details below the index information. Since the index only gave me name, birth and country of birth I still didn't have much. Below the index was a bit more information on the index, but still just source information. Then I seen the link that said "learn more". When I clicked on the link I went to a search screen for the index, but I kept scrolling, and to my surprise I found an email where I could send off for the records I had found in the index for Sidney Rowles.

I emailed Afiles.KansasCity@nara.gov right then and anxiously awaited their response. I was so excited to open the response the next morning. After a few emails I had paid $20 for the entire packet and received it that day via email in a PDF file. Talk about exciting! In the packet was a photo of Sid, boy did Gary look like his father. Digging deeper through the file also revealed his parent's names as well as a copy of his father's naturalization record!

Armed with the new information I was able to find his parents in Pennsylvania and slowly piece together the story of Sidney Rowles. Sidney was born 27 Sept 1903 in Aberdare, South Wales, Great Britain to James Farmer Rowles and Elizabeth Ann Lewis. At the age of eight he left from Liverpool England on the Baltic with his mother to join his father who had already come to America in 1910. They settled in Lackawana, PA as evidenced in the 1920 census. His mother passed away on 17 Mar 1930 in Scranton, PA. As of yet I have been unable to find a death record of any kind for his father and his paper trail goes cold after Elizabeth's death. Shortly after Elizabeth's death, Sid left PA and by 1935 had settled in Rimrock, ID where he would start a family.

The Rowles family story ends here for now. Now the challenge will be to research Walsh records. I have found them in census records for England, but nothing more.


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