THE SMITH PROJECT: John Jackson Smith and Julia Ann Daniels

 

THE SMITH PROJECT: James Perry Smith and Lillie Jane Daniels

This is the first page completed of a compilation of ancestor profiles and stories from Robert James Smith and Nancy Sloan’s descendants.  Robert Smith and Nancy had six children together before Nancy died of consumption in 1859.  Robert goes on to remarry and have 10 more children but that is another story. The focus of the Smith Project is on Ursley’s siblings and her siblings children.  Particular attention will be given to Ursley’s brother William Smith because his descendants end up being buried in the same county and some in the same cemetery even that my husband and I will be buried. There is a story to be written about how I got to this point of writing about James and Lillie that will be told soon, until then happy reading!  

THE SMITH PROJECT: Ursley Smith and Brother William Smith chart

 

Connecticut Family Timelines

 

Jared Enoch Wade (1823-1870): California Powder Plant Explosion

  

AI Generated Image: Jared Enoch Wade

A Connecticut Man Who Made a Bang in California
(The Story of Jared Wade, 1830-1870)

If you follow the sound of progress in the 1870's California, you'll eventually find the boom coming from the banks of the San Lorenzo River.  That's where the California Powder Works turned peaceful forest air into black powder smoke--and where a Connecticut born laborer named Jared Wade, my 3x great grandfather met his untimely fate in one particularly thunderous April day. 

Jared, age forty, had come a long way from his New England roots being born in New Lyme, Connecticut.  He worked as a mariner and seaman in Connecticut before migrating to New York where the birth of his daughter Marion Wade and son Richard Beebe Wade took place. However, like many skilled workers of his time he likely followed opportunity westward, trading his work in New York for the booming industry in California ---literally booming---as it turned out.   He was one of hundreds who kept the Powder Works running, mixing, grinding, and glazing gunpowder for mining and railroads across the Pacific Coast.  

But one spring day in 1870, a grinding mill at the Powder Works exploded without warning.  The blast could be heard for miles around Santa Cruz.  When the smoke cleared, three men were gone in an instant--  Jared Wade, William Gilkey, of Pennsylvania, and John Thomas of Ireland--each of them husbands, workers, and unwitting martyrs of the age of industrial advancement.  Their deaths were recorded in the careful hand of a lens taker  as "Explosion at Powder Works---Instant"  The name John E. Wade is later corrected to reflect Jared Wade, sometimes spelled Waide or Waid. 

Newspapers.com Santa Cruz Weekly Sentinel, March 12, 1870 pg 2 

 The factory was rebuilt within weeks, business carried on, and the story of these men faded into the background hum of history.  Yet, in one small like of the 1870 Mortality Schedule (1), Jared's story survives, a quiet reminder that behind every census page lies a life, a family and sometimes a very loud ending.  

The California Powder Works --AKA "Boom Town on the River" 
It was nestled along the San Lorenzo River just north of Santa Cruz.  The California Powder Works was established in 1861 to supply gunpowder to the booming mining and railroad industries of the West.  Before its construction, every barrel of blasting powder had to be shipped around Cape Hope from the East Coast--a slow and dangerous trip.  So California built is own plant.  
At is peak, California Powder Works had more than a dozen small mills and "houses" each separated by earthen berms (and a good deal of wishful thinking) to prevent one explosion from setting off the next.  Despite those precautions, the works earned a reputation for occasional fireworks.  The April 1870 explosion as recorded here and additional explosions, 1879, 1880, 1887, 1892 and one in 1898 which was a massive explosion killing thirteen men and shattering windows all the way into town.  

Local lore says Santa Cruz residents could always tell a "Powder Works Day" --the air smelled fairly of sulfur, and the hills echoed with testing booms. 

By the early 1900's, safer methods and new regulations made the plant obsolete and the site was eventually converted in the Paradise Park Masonic Club, a quiet residential community.  But the ghosts of the old Powder Works---and a few brave men like Jared Wade---still linger in the records, where every boom is reduced to a single handwritten line. (2)

Family Note: Life Beside the River

Ellen (Mason) Wade, my 3x great-grandmother's role as a housekeeper at the California Powder Works placed her at the heart of the daily life in the company village.  Workers' families lived in neat, white-washed cottages along the river, with gardens, a company store, and a small school for the children--including the school Marion (Wade) Squires, my 2 x great-grandmother, then only nine years old would have attended. 

Per the 1870 census report Ellen Wade is now a widow and works as a boarding housekeeper.  She has four children that she is raising alone: William H - 13 y/o, Marion - 9 y/o, Richard - 5 y/o and Sarah - 1 y/o.  The two older kids, William and Marion are definitely old enough to carry the scar of this horrific time in their lives.  It is not know if Marion's exposure to this tragedy at such a young age, along with the death of her son John Francis, topped off with the desertion of her husband William Clayton all lead to her successful suicide at 48 years old. 

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Citations:

 (1) "Schedule 3-Persons Who Died during the year ending June 1, 1870", Santa Cruz County,  California, p. 917, entries for Jared Wade, William Gilkey, and John Thomas; citing NARA  microfilm publication T655, roll 7, U.S. Federal Mortality Schedules, 1850-1880.

 (2) Information about the California Powder Works and its bridge was drawn from the National  Register of Historic Places "California Powder Works Bridge" (Santa Cruz Sentinel Publishers, (1983). pp. 112-116

Marion (Wade) Squires (1861-1910) Suicide

AI Generated Photo Marion (Wade) Squires

Marion Wade (1861–1910): The Powder Plant Daughter, A Nurse Who Lives A Life One Tragedy After Another.

If ever there was a woman whose life stitched together tragedy, perseverance, and quiet strength, it was Marion Wade, my second great-grandmother. Her story begins in New York, where she was born in 1861 to Jared Enoch Wade (1823–1870) and Ellen Mason (1828–1897)—a young family with 5 siblings together in a rapidly changing America. She is the middle child who are: William Henry (1857-1887)Martha Ellen (1857-1857) Marion (1861-1910), Richard Beebe (1866-1930) and Sarah L (1869-unk). The Civil War had barely ended, and the nation was still finding its footing. For the Wades, that footing would soon shift them back to east coast where Marion’s parents, Jared Enoch Wade and Ellen Mason, both were born and married.   Her father being a mariner and seaman is probably what took the family to New York and subsequently to Santa Cruz for work.  Eventually after tragedy struck, the family found its way back to Connecticut. 

From Connecticut to New York to Santa Cruz

Sometime before 1870, Jared and Ellen packed up their family and headed west to Santa Cruz, California from New York—a booming coastal town that was as full of opportunity as it was of danger. Jared found work at the California Powder Works, an industrial hub manufacturing black powder for mining and construction. It was a perilous job, and fate would deal the Wade family a devastating blow.

In  March of 1870, a massive explosion at the Powder Works shattered the quiet of the San Lorenzo Valley. Jared Enoch Wade was among those killed—leaving Ellen a widow and nine-year-old Marion and her siblings fatherless. The tragedy was one that would ripple through generations. Marion, barely a child, suddenly found herself in a house forever changed by grief.

1870 United States Federal Census: Santa Cruz, California

Marriage, Motherhood, and New England Roots

About 1877, at just sixteen or seventeen, Marion married William Clayton Squires, a man from Greenport, New York. The couple eventually settled in New London, Connecticut, a bustling whaling port that must have felt a world away from the redwoods of Santa Cruz.

Together, Marion and William had five children, though by 1900, only three were living, as noted in the census. Infant mortality was heartbreakingly common then, but each loss would have left its mark on a mother’s heart.

Family records show that the Squires household was often filled with motion—children coming and going, boarders staying, and William’s work keeping him busy. But by the turn of the century, cracks in the marriage had begun to show. Sometime near her 1910 death, William divorced Marion and returned to New York, leaving her alone in Connecticut to navigate life in Connecticut with her sons. 

Loss upon Loss

The years that followed were not kind. Her son, John Francis Squires (1877-1907), the pride of her life—a hardworking man whose tragic death in 1907 made the papers. He was killed in a train accident, and the news must have pierced Marion’s already fragile spirit. Three years later, in 1910, Marion took her own life.

It’s a stark and sorrowful ending to a life that began with promise, adventure, and resilience. The woman who had crossed a continent as a child, who survived industrial disaster, widowhood, and heartbreak, had finally faced more grief than she could bear.

The Lost Husband and the Lingering Questions

Marion’s ex-husband, William C. Squires (my second great grandfather), remains an elusive figure after their separation. His paper trail fades after his return to New York—perhaps he remarried, perhaps he lived quietly, or perhaps, as often happened, he simply disappeared into the folds of another census record waiting to be rediscovered. It is possible this is he who is found boarding a room in New York as a widow months after the death of his wife. 

Possible Census sheet for William Clayton Squires

1910 Unites States Federal Census, New York

Details of The Tragic Ending of Her Own Life

News articles detailing Marion Wades suicide.  I can't image a son finding his mother.  It is also a wonder how she must have lived her life after her husband deserted her.  The question is did he desert her because of her illness or did her illness and suicidal thoughts come after he left.  Only she knows. 

Even though these articles are difficult to read just in principle, let alone the quality of the stories.  The idea is not lost.  All articles are from Newspapers.com 

And that's a wrap, another thread in the quilt of our family story....

Until next time and another tragic story : Jared Enoch Wade

John Francis Squires (1877-1907) A Daughter Never Meets Her Father

AI Generated Image: John Francis Squires

It was a hot August afternoon in 1907 when brakeman John F. Squires climbed between two freight cars in New Haven, Connecticut — doing the kind of dangerous work that kept America moving. Within moments, one misstep would cost him his life and leave behind a wife expecting their fourth child. More than a century later, his great-granddaughter uncovers the coroner’s report that tells his story in heartbreaking detail.

Deceased was brought to the New Haven Hospital in the police ambulance at 2:30 pm  August 11, 1907; died at 7:15 this same afternoon. There was a crush of the right thigh with a bruise of the back. His thigh was amputated but he died from the shock of his injuries. Deceased was extra brakeman on extra freight of the N.Y., N.H. -R.R. Co. which stood on two tracks next to the (unreadable) siding at Cedar Hill yards, New Haven. Three cars were on one track and the remainder of the cars were on another track. The three cars mentioned were being shifted to the track where the others were stood. After setting the switch for this purpose and giving the signal to back the three cars to the rest of the train, deceased ran ahead of these cars, slipped and fell, the wheels of one car passing over his leg. This occurred between one and two P.M., August 11, 1907.

I am satisfied that the said death was not caused by the criminal act, omission, or carelessness of any other person or persons, and that an inquest is unnecessary. In accordance with the statute I have delivered the body of said deceased to his friends for burial.

Dated at New Haven, Conn., this 14th day of August, A.D. 1907.
Signed: Eli Mix, Medical Examiner—Coroner.[1]

 

News articles tell of the John's accident and that he was married and had 5 children.  Mary, his wife, had several children prior to marrying John.  No matter, he was the father of all of them.  

Heartbreakingly, two months later, in October 1907, John’s wife gives birth to their fourth child, Ruth Virginia Squires (1908-1947) — my grandmother. Ruth never met her father, but his story lived on through the memories and whispers that stitched our family’s generations together, like threads in an unfinished quilt.  

John Francis Squires married Mary (nee Warner) Lawrence in 1900.  This was his first marriage and her 3rd even though she claimed it was her 2nd.  She was several years older than John.

Marriage Cert in private collection Barbara Fueston Grandon

  

For years, John F. Squires was just a name on a death certificate. But now, through a single page of a coroner’s report, we can see the man behind the ink — a hardworking brakeman, a husband, a father of four, and the great-grandfather whose story was nearly lost to time. Sometimes genealogy gives us more than names and dates — it gives us back our people.

The loss of John F. Squires in 1907 was only a small part of a heartbreaking chapter in the Squires family. Grief would echo through their lives in ways no one could have foreseen — and yet, somehow, threads of love and endurance prevailed.

He was originally "In Vault" at Cedar Grove for a short time.  He died on Aug 11, 1907.  Per Olivia at Cedar Grove he was "moved to Waterford on Aug 13, 1907".  There are no other notes for him.  Moved to Waterford means that he was buried at Jordan Cemetery which is where at least 30 family members are buried.  

And that's a wrap!

           Up next: “The Weight They Carried: The Squires Family After the Fall.”  

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[1] Family Search, “Connecticut County Coroner's Records 1833-1934,” database (www.familysearch.org : accessed 10 March 2023), entry for John F Squires, 11 Aug 1907; citing Coroner Report, Connecticut.

Institution

 Who is And Where is Lillian Davis? 

Photo courtesy: Asylum Projects:
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Asylum Project

What is known about Lillian "Lillie" Davis is that she was born about 1874 or 75 in Greenport, Suffolk, New York.  She is documented on the Census of 1880 as living with her mother Louisa Davis, her grandparents Sam'l R and Phoebe Jackson, her 1/2 sisters Hattie and Mary J. Warner and her brother Sam'l Davis.  Lillie is 6 years old. 

The family is seen in Connecticut in 1893 Connecticut Directory 1893.  Her mother, brother, sister and grandmother along with various grandchildren of Louisa (her mother) and various nieces and nephews are all seen together.  But where is Lillian?  

While searching for her it is surprising to learn that she is not found.  However there is a Lillian Davis on the census of  Smithtown, Suffolk New York in Kings Park State Hospital. Kings Park State Hospital, operational from 1885 to 1996, was a significant psychiatric facility in New York. After its closure, many records were transferred to the New York State Archives and the Office of Mental Health (OMH).

After researching census, birth, death and marriage records via Ancestry's card catalog and Family Search's wiki as well as various genealogy society sites and town vital records the only Lillian Davis that is consistent lives at Kings Park State Hospital from the time she is 11 years old until she dies at 70.  Research is a precarious thing really.  Does her age and place match because I want it too? There is one precarious thing and that is that the census sheets from 1920 and 1930 indicate she is married...What!  if she is married this probably is not her even though I want it to be.  I am reaching out to vital records for her death certificate and using  Chatgpt as next steps in research. I will continue research to verify if she IS or IS NOT my Lillie.  

As a side note: it is interesting that her family line does have a history of mental heath issues.  Her uncle, Louisa's brother, is seen on census sheets as "idiotic".  There are other known mental health issues in the more recent family which won't be mentioned here based on family members privacy. In any event there are at least 2 family members known to me to have mental health issues in her descendant line.  

Potters Field Cemetery, Also known as Kings Park Psychiatric Center Cementey, Kings Park State Hospital Cemetery, courtesy of Find A Grave.com

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Next steps plan with the assistance of Chatgpt

Kings Park State Hospital, operational from 1885 to 1996, was a significant psychiatric facility in New York. After its closure, many records were transferred to the New York State Archives and the Office of Mental Health (OMH). 

• New York State Archives: They house the Office of Mental Health patient admission, discharge, and parole registers (Series 20279), which include records from Kings Park State Hospital. These registers typically contain patient names, admission and discharge dates, nativity, date of birth, race, religion, and occasionally details like occupation and relatives' names.

• Access Restrictions: Due to New York State Mental Hygiene Law Section 33.13, access to individual patient records is restricted to protect confidentiality. However, if you are a direct descendant, you can request access by providing proof of relationship and the patient's death certificate. It's advisable to contact the New York State Archives directly to inquire about the specific procedures and requirements

Patients who died at Kings Park State Hospital were often buried in the hospital's cemeteries, notably the Potters Field Cemetery and the Indian Head Road Cemetery 

• Find a Grave: The Potters Field Cemetery is listed on Find a Grave, where volunteers have documented some burials. While not comprehensive, it's a useful starting point.

• Pilgrim Psychiatric Center: After Kings Park's closure, Pilgrim Psychiatric Center became the custodian of its records. By contacting their Health Information Management Unit and providing proof of your relationship, they may assist in locating burial records or grave sites

A death certificate can provide crucial information, including the cause of death and burial location.

• New York State Department of Health: They maintain death records from 1881 onwards (excluding New York City). You can request a death certificate by proving your relationship to the deceased. More information is available on their official site.

• Town of Smithtown Clerk's Office: Since Kings Park is within Smithtown, the town clerk may have death records for individuals who died at the hospital. Some researchers have successfully obtained records through this office.

• Census Records: The 1920, 1930, and 1940 U.S. Federal Censuses may list patients at Kings Park State Hospital.These records can be accessed for free at Family Search or through subscription services like Ancestry.com.

• New York State Genealogical Research Death Index: This index provides death information from 1957 to 1969 and can be a helpful resource.

• New York State Archives:

  • Website: https://www.archives.nysed.gov

  • Email: archinfo@nysed.gov

• Pilgrim Psychiatric Center:

  • Health Information Management Unit

  • Address: 998 Crooked Hill Road, West Brentwood, NY 11717-1087

  • Phone: (631) 761-3500

• Town of Smithtown Clerk's Office: (Death Certificate ordered 5/1/2025)

  • Website: https://www.smithtownny.gov/311/Death-Certificates

  • Phone: (631) 360-7620

Robert Smith's Tangled Family: Oldest Story

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 Well I thought my goal this week was to simply write about William "Blinky" Smith marrying his step mother's sister aka his father's wife's sister.  I can't make this stuff up.  The chart below is the summary of the rabbit trail I went down.  As I as building the chart the Lucinda's began to emerge as winners! I put this chart into Chatgpt to help me tell the story and do a few images. 

Can you imagine for just a minute that your loved one's headstone epithet looks anything like this imagined one?  

Let's take a peek at what story our family left for us to untangle. 

Chart of Robert Smith's tangled family.  He eventually had 16 children.  He had 6 with Nancy Sloan and 10 with Millicent Rednour.  

*as a side note, I had to come to the east coast to find relatives buried where my hubby and I will be buried on the west coast!

 So the tale begins:

 A Smith-Rednour-Fueston-Pilgrim Family Tangle

Let’s begin with a fair warning: this family tree is less of a “tree” and more of a topiary hedge sculpted during a windstorm. What started as a simple tracing of 3x Grandpa Robert Smith’s line turned into something between a Shakespearian love triangle and a 19th-century matchmaking game show. Except… everyone’s a cousin. Or a sibling. Or both?

     It Started with Two Brothers and a Woman Named Nancy

Robert Smith (1812–1882) and his brother Gregory (1808–1882) were just a couple of regular frontier guys who happened to marry and raise families. Gregory married Sarah Dobbs, and Robert married Nancy Sloan. Seems tame enough.

Until Robert’s wife Nancy passed away. That’s when things took a twist sharper than Aunt Thelma’s meringue pie knife.

Robert remarried in 1862… to Millicent Rednour, who of course had a sister named Lucinda. Robert’s son, William “Blinky” Smith (yes, really), decided to keep things in the family  — by marrying Lucinda Rednour, Millicent’s sister, in 1864. So if you’re keeping track:

• Blinky married his step-aunt (who was also his step mother's sister).
• His father is now also his brother-in-law.
• Lucinda Rednour is both his wife and his step-aunt. 
• They have 2 sons, they marry a set of Daniels Sisters! -brothers marry sisters.

Don't think about it too hard, it'll make your brain cramp.

   Lucinda of Another Generation

The next generation decides  “Let’s keep the family name of Smith going, how about it Lucinda?!” and Harrison Smith and Lucinda Ellen Smith (yes, yet ANOTHER Lucinda) — cousins — married in 1879
 and had six kids.    

The Double Wedding Bonus Round

Now let’s swing over to the Fueston family, who brought their own flair to the drama. In 1905, Henry Fueston married Lucinda Pilgrim (yes, another Lucinda), and just a few months later his sister Malinda Fueston married Lucinda’s brother James Pilgrim.

So we’ve got:

• Brother and sister marrying…
• Sister and brother.

That’s a lot of Fuestons at Thanksgiving.

Let’s pause here to ask the burning question:

       “What’s Up With All the Lucindas?”

Honestly, we don’t know. Was Lucinda the Jennifer of the 1800s? Did the midwife have a naming chart with only one name on it? Or did the Rednour-Smith-Fueston-Pilgrim clan just have a Lucinda quota to fill?

By the third Lucinda, we stopped trying to track who was who and just started assigning nicknames:

• Lucinda the Step-Aunt-Wife,
• Lucinda the Pilgrim-Wife-Sister,
• and Lucinda the Cousin-Bride.

                                    Final Thought: It's All Relative (Literally)

At some point, this family gave up on branches and just started braiding the tree. And while we might never fully unravel who married whom without a color-coded spreadsheet, one thing is clear:

These folks didn’t just marry into the family — they doubled down.

So next time your family reunion feels a little crowded, just remember — at least your brother isn’t also your uncle, and your stepmom didn’t introduce you to your wife....Probably.

Our Lucinda's mystery deserve a monument!

I can't help but think of and hear in my head this song by Ray Stevens 

I Am My Own Grandpa

And That is a Wrap....

The threads of another story told, keeping our family story alive.

Barbara 

Next week: #17  DNA

Big Mistake

 Meet George McClure Fueston (1878-1959) and his bride Edith Trent (1884-1966)

"America's most committed co-defendants:
George and Edith Fueston, partners in love, crime
and questionable sleeping arrangements."

What a handsome couple right? They were married in 1900, he was over 21 and she was over 18 indicating both were of age when married.  Let's peek into their lives and see if marring each other was a big mistake or if getting caught for misbehavior was the mistake. 

Big Mistake

A Weekly Family Story

Some people make a mistake and learn from it. Others marry the mistake, have a child with it, get arrested twice (maybe three times), and then have the good fortune to live out their golden years in peace. Such is the rollercoaster romance of George McClure Fueston and Edith Trent, a couple who redefined the phrase “it’s complicated.”

Meet the Fuestons

In 1900, George, a 22-year-old with a talent for making regrettable decisions, married 18-year-old Edith Trent.¹ 

By 1901, they had a child—an auspicious beginning for what would become a uniquely scandal-filled partnership.

Over the next few decades, their names would pop up in the most delightful corners of police records and local gossip columns. Arrests, scandal, mystery men—it's like they were trying to get a Netflix miniseries deal a century before it was possible.

The 1911 Oops

Their first known brush with the law came in 1911, when they were arrested for unlawful cohabitation and vagrancy.² 

It’s unclear whether the law was punishing them for being married but not behaving like it—or for behaving like they were brother and sister and not married when they were. 

At the time, family researchers suspected a fellow named Charles Francis might’ve been involved. But as it turns out, the true third wheel may have changed, more than once, over time.  

The 1916 Spectacle: Enter H. Courtney

In 1916, the Fuestons were arrested again—this time for gross lewdness, and this time, it wasn’t just the two of them. They brought along a third party: H. Courtney, a returned trooper and landscape gardener who found himself in the middle of a love triangle… that he didn’t realize was a triangle.³

Courtney testified that he’d been sweet on “Miss Edith Brown” (a.k.a. Edith Trent Fueston) for over a year. He genuinely thought he was going to marry her. In fact, he even slept in the same bed as her—and, oh yes, her “brother,” George Fueston.³

Imagine his surprise when he learned, just days before the arrest, that George wasn’t her brother at all, but her husband.

Poor guy. He brought love letters to court as evidence of his feelings. She had met him at the train station, thrown her arms around him, kissed him, and whisked him back to the house. George was there. Everyone was there. It was like a very awkward episode of Three’s Company, except everyone got arrested.

Let’s just say H. Courtney left the house with fewer illusions and probably fewer clean socks.

"Although the three slept in the same bed, [Courtney] was under the impression that George Fueston was her brother, and did not learn that Fueston and the woman were married until Monday, when the trouble arose..."
— The Spokesman-Review, 19 Oct 1916⁴

It’s the Victorian equivalent of a Maury Povich reveal. (“George… is the husband!”)

The Mysterious 1930 Arrest

Just when you thought they might’ve learned their lesson, the Fuestons pop up again in 1930. Arrested once more—but this time the charges are lost to history. Gambling? Moonshine? Public indecency? All of the above?

Whatever the reason, it was their final known run-in with the law. After that? Silence. Not a peep in the police blotter. Not a whisper in the local paper. Either they finally settled down, or they got really good at not getting caught.

Side by Side in the End

Despite the drama, the arrests, and the whole "surprise you're not my brother" incident, George and Edith stuck together. When they died—George in 1959, Edith in 1966—they were buried side by side. A permanent reminder that sometimes, the biggest mistakes are the ones you never walk away from.

Photo personal collection Barbara Fueston Grandon

What Can We Learn?

• Never assume the guy in your bed is anyone’s brother.
• If you’re writing love letters, make sure your “fiancée” isn’t already married (and sleeping in that same bed).
• And if you’re George and Edith… well, I guess the lesson is: go big, go bold, and go to court—together.

Sources Cited

¹ St. Louis, Missouri, Marriage License Book, 1900; Missouri State Archives, Jefferson City.
² Family knowledge based on police blotter entries, 1911, location presumed St. Louis, Missouri.
³ The Spokesman-Review (Spokane, WA), 19 Oct. 1916, p. 6, “Denies Charge of Lewdness.” Newspapers.com, clipped by barbgrandon, 9 Sept. 2022.
⁴ Ibid.

And that's a wrap!

Next week #15

Oldest Story

Keeping Family Story Alive

Barbara