Freaky Friday’s ~ My Other Outlaw Cousin

In a previous blog I wrote about my outlaw cousin, John Wesley Hardin. Last week while researching an indirect line of my Hardin family, I discovered another cousin who became an outlaw.
Joseph “Joe” Hardin Clements, my 2nd cousin 3 times removed, was born December 1, 1849, in Gonzalez, Texas. He was named for Colonel Joseph Hardin (1734-1801), great grandfather of John Wesley Hardin. Hardin’s father’s sister, Martha (1817-1867) married Emmanuel Clements, and the Hardin and Clements cousins were close.
Joe enlisted in Company H of the 12th Texas Cavalry, (Parson’s Mounted Volunteers, Fourth Dragoons) CSA and served from 1861 to 1863. He was captured and sent to the Military Prison in Virginia, where he was exchanged back to the Confederacy. There is no further record for him after 1863. After the Civil War, he came back to Gonzales County, Texas where he married Sarah Jane Tennille (1856-1934) on August 5, 1870. They had one son, and one daughter. The family then moved to the Kimble County, Texas area. The marriage and the move did not deter Joe from his outlaw ways.
Little is known about Joe’s early years, but in 1871, he and his brothers Emmanuel and John “Gip” convinced John Wesley to accompany them on a cattle drive to Abilene, KS. Hardin admits to killing several men on that drive, and Emmanuel killed two of the Clements’ cowboys, for which he was arrested. Hardin had become acquainted with Wild Bill Hickok in Abilene, Texas, and he made arrangements with Wild Bill to let Emmanuel escape. John Wesley and Emmanuel often rode together, piling up indictments wherever they appeared. One or more of the other Clements boys occasionally joined the “party,” so much so that the individual activities are not clear. Joe seemed to have been part of the general mayhem perpetrated by the Clements clan for the next 25 years.
The Clement/Hardin cousins all fought on the Taylor side of the famed Taylor-Sutton feud. The Sutton–Taylor feud began as a county law enforcement issue between relatives of Texas Ranger, Creed Taylor, and a local law enforcement officer, William Sutton, in DeWitt County, Texas. The feud cost at least 35 lives and eventually included the outlaws John Wesley Hardin and Joseph Hardin Clements as two of its participants. It started in March 1868, not reaching its conclusion until the Texas Rangers put a stop to the fighting in December 1876.
In 1899, he moved to Hope, south of Roswell, New Mexico. By the 1920s he was a successful sheep rancher. He owned the Penasco River Ranch that sits between Hope, NM and Mayhill, NM, From there, he and his family moved to New Mexico, settling in the Lincoln and Chaves County areas where he became a prominent rancher. Joseph wanted his ranch to sit in Chaves County because that is where he did his business. Joe died on March 16, 1927, in Roswell, at the age of 77.

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Freaky Friday’s ~ A Lesson About Slavery On “The Walton’s”

Freaky Fridays imageYou may ask, “What does the 1972 television show “The Walton’s” have to do with Genealogy?” Yes, it featured a depression-era family that consisted of Grandparents, Parents, and 7 children. They all lived together in one house in the Blue Ridge Mountains where their family had lived for generations. This would be a Genealogists’ dream, having all of your ancestors living in one area for centuries and having your Grandparents live with you so you can learn directly from them about your family tree. But this isn’t why I am writing about the show. Today I was watching the 18th episode of the 6th season, and I was so touched by it, I knew this would have to be my blog for this installment of “Freaky Friday’s” The premise of the show is as follows:

Jason Walton and a reoccurring character named Verdi Foster are the verdimain focus of this show. Verdi is a black woman who is a dressmaker on Walton’s Mountain. She is good friends with the family. The oldest boy John-Boy even taught her to read in the first season of the show. In this episode, Verdi tells Jason about how she wished she knew more about her family. She explained that she was born in 1898 and her parents, Edward and Ethel Harris, died of TB when she was a young girl. Her older sister Alice raised her. The only thing she could remember about her family was her Grandparents’ names, Albert and Etta Harris. She had been told they had been buried in a cemetery farther up the mountain but didn’t know which one.

250px-The_Waltons_Title_ScreenJason and Verdi decide to search and see what they can find. The program went into a lot of details, but it is too much to write here. The two found the church cemetery in Scottsville and the headstone. On the stone, it gave their dates of birth and death and it stated that Albert and Etta had been slaves. Their owner had been a Mr. Unwin. Jason knew of a large home on the mountain that was owned by an Unwin family. They went to see the current owner who was unreceptive at first but eventually gave in. They were allowed to search through the attic and Verdi found a drawing done by one of the Unwin children back in 1832 of her Great Grandfather holding her Grandfather when he was a young boy. She discovered that her Great Grandfather had been brought over from Africa as a slave and it had his African name and also the name that was given to him by his owner.

The ending was about how she felt like she had found a piece of herself. She finally knew where she came from and the name of her ancestor. The ending really touched me. If you can, find the episode on the internet and watch it.

I, unfortunately, have several ancestors who were slave owners. I wrote a blog over 6 years ago about including the names of those slaves to your tree so those looking for their slave ancestors could maybe find them. I slacked off on doing that over the last few years, but this episode encouraged me to continue doing it. I just think it is “Freaky” that I would get re-inspired by an old TV program!


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Freaky Fridays ~ A Strange Happening

freakyfridayI belong to several Genealogy groups on Facebook, both in my personal account and my authors’ account. Most of them I have been in for years. I started writing blogs to document my family almost 7 years ago and I have always posted a link to the blogs in the groups that allow it. Because of this, I have been contacted by the family that I never knew I had, and we have been able to share information. It has been a great experience. At least it was until today.

At the beginning of the year, I made a decision to try to write one blog a day. I had a rough start of it and I only wrote about 15 of the 31 days in January. Starting February 1st I took it more seriously and I have written at least one blog a day since then. I have Facebook Groups in both my pages that I post my blog to daily, as well as on other social media sites. The response has been wonderful and I have made a lot of great friends this way also.

So, here is the strange thing that happened last Sunday. In my personalFacebook groups Facebook page groups, I posted my blog as I always do. Later in the day, I saw that I had a few comments on the blog in one of those groups. I started reading the posts when I noticed that I had one from an administrator. It was a combative post, asking why I included a certain newspaper clipping in my blog as she felt it didn’t go with the storyline. She demanded to know where I got the clipping and wanted to know “why” I used it. She said she was confused by it.

I had to run an errand, so I thought I would respond to her when I got back. I figured that would give me time to think about her questions and provide her with an adequate answer. When I got home, I couldn’t find the Genealogy Group’s name in my list of shortcuts on the left side of the page. I then typed the name in the search bar and when the page came up it said I had to join the group in order to see the content. Imagine my surprise to find that I had been removed from the group! I tried to rejoin the group, but I was denied. I didn’t get a chance to explain the use of the newspaper clipping, where I found it, or my reasons for using it in the blog.

Newspaper Richard's PlaceThe clipping I used was about a house that my 5th great-grandfather had built back in the late 1700s and that is still in use today. It gave a little information about him and his occupation when he had lived here. I thought it was an interesting article. Let me say, I do not write my blogs to please other people. I have two reasons that I do it, 1. To document my ancestors’ lives for future generations and 2. To tell the truth about them and their lives no matter what may have happened during their lives.

I am sorry that adding the clipping confused this person and that they thought it didn’t belong in the blog but did that really warrant me being removed from the group? This particular group is one that I have posted in for at least 5 years. There are 6 administrators but only this one had a problem with it. It is just disheartening to think this type of thing would happen in a Genealogy group. Just to clarify, none of the content of the blog was against group rules. I follow all instructions to the letter in all of the groups I participate in.

Has this type of thing ever happened to you?


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Freaky Fridays ~ Calm Down, Please!

Freaky Fridays imageOver 10 years ago I discovered Find-a-Grave by accident. I was immediately hooked. I loved the idea of seeing tombstones for the ancestors in Cemeteries that I may never be able to go and visit. Over the years I have taken thousands of photos and I have also added hundreds of memorials. Also, over the years I have asked for and received control over memorials that belong to my ancestors.

A couple of weeks ago, I got a message from someone through my facebook-logopersonal Facebook page. My personal page and my Find-a-Grave account have the same name on it and this person did a search for me. They were very upset about one of the memorials I had transferred to me 10 years ago. They started out asking me why I had their Grandfathers’ memorial and accused me of putting the wrong wife and kids’ names on it. They were very rude about it, implicating that I messed up their family on purpose.


It took a few messages back and forth before I could even figure out what they were talking about. First, they didn’t tell me the name of the person on the memorial, just a long list of the children. When I finally got them to give me the main person’s name, I finally realized it was my Aunts’ husbands name. So, I looked at the memorial and there I saw the names that were listed as my Uncles parents. It was wrong! However, the rest of the information was correct.

The problem was, when it was transferred to me so long ago, first IConfusedEmoji never paid attention to what names were already there. I just added his and my Aunts’ children to it and never went back to it. Apparently, whoever originally created it didn’t know anything about the family, so they inserted the first names that came up in a search. My Uncle did have a pretty popular name back in the very early 1900s. Also, at the time I had not researched my Aunt’s husband yet. I deleted the erroneous information and told the person I had corrected it.

I was just stunned that they could be that rude. I believe if they started out telling me which memorial it was and explaining that some of the information was wrong, it would have been less stressful for both of us. I know this happens quite often on Ancestry when someone believes you are wrong about some type of information you placed on your tree. But this was a first for me!


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Freaky Friday’s ~ It Was Murder!

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If you have read any of my blogs you know by now that I was not raised around my relatives. I had 2 years of my life where I lived near them and got meet and get to know a few of them. One set of relatives was my Dad’s youngest sisters’ family. Her oldest son was already married so I didn’t get to see him very often. The next son, Darrell was a few months younger than I, and we became fast friends. Her youngest child, a young girl was a late in life surprise for my Aunt and her husband. She was born when my Aunt was 44 years, quite old for the early 1960s! Her name was Madonna Rose, and she was quite a handful! I was 9 years older than her and at the time I wasn’t used to having young kids around.

When we moved away from Missouri and made California our home Aunt Margaret for blog olderwe were cut off from all family by my mother and her mental illness. For 5 years we had no contact. When my Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer I went behind my mother’s back and contacted my Aunt. She and Dad had always been very close. When we knew my Dads’ time was short, I invited my Aunt to come to visit. She did and they had a great time catching up. Of course, I had to pay the penalty for my actions after she left.

Fast-forward about 30 years. When I had begun my genealogy journey,Madonna age 6 I concentrated on finding my “older” ancestors and didn’t even think of trying to find the living ones. About 10 years ago I was searching through Facebook for people who lived in the small town in Missouri that my Aunt had lived. I saw that one of my Aunt’s granddaughters had an account, so I contacted her. We became “friends” and we exchanged information on our families. I was heartbroken to discover that my Aunt and Uncle had passed away. But I wasn’t prepared for the news that Madonna Rose had died 9 years before. My cousin began to tell me the story of what had happened.

Madonna had graduated from High School and got married. She had a palmer 3 generations 1987son and after a few years, the marriage ended. She remarried and soon had a little girl. 9 years later Madonna was told she had colon cancer, and she had surgery. Her prognosis was very good and was told with chemo she should have an excellent chance of beating it. She was a fighter and did everything she was told, however, her condition began to decline. On August 21, 2001, at the age of 37, she lost her hard-fought battle.

You may ask why is this blog called “It was murder” when she died from this horrible disease? Here is the rest of the story……

In 1990 Robert Ray Courtney, a pharmacist in Kansas City, Missouri began purchasing pharmaceuticals on the gray market and using them to fill prescriptions at his pharmacy. In time he began diluting prescriptions to increase profits. In 1998 an Eli Lilly sales representative noticed Courtney was selling three times the amount of the cancer drug Gemzar than he’d bought. Lilly initiated an internal investigation but found no evidence of illegality and closed the investigation without further action. In early 2001, this representative voiced his concerns to a nurse who worked for Dr. Verda Hunter, an oncologist in Courtney’s building, who was also one of Courtney’s customers. Hunter noticed that many of her patients were only suffering mild side effects, and their condition didn’t seem to be improving. Hunter had medication that had been supplied by Courtney tested. That test showed that the sample contained less than one-third of the drug prescribed, and upon receiving the test results back, Hunter immediately notified the FBI. Hunter submitted seven additional samples for testing by the FDA’s forensic chemistry lab. Tests on those samples revealed that they contained as little as 15 percent of the prescribed dosage, and at most only half of it. They immediately knew that they had to move quickly. While health care fraud cases normally take years to build, the investigators knew they didn’t have that long.

Investigators persuaded Hunter to help them in a sting operation. Hunter gave Courtney several prescriptions for fictitious patients. After Courtney mixed the drugs and sent them to Hunter’s office, federal agents had them tested. The samples contained less than half of the prescribed dosage, and in some cases contained less than one percent of the active drug. On August 13, 2001, federal agents raided Research Medical Tower Pharmacy. A day later, Courtney surrendered to authorities and was charged with one count of adulterating and misbranding medication.

In 2002, after initially being caught diluting several doses of chemotherapy drugs, he pleaded guilty to intentionally diluting 98,000 prescriptions involving multiple types of drugs, which were given to 4,200 patients, and was sentenced to 30 years in federal prison. He is currently serving his sentence Littleton, Colorado.

Madonnas hsMy cousin, Madonna was one of the 4,200 patients who had received this diluted drug and she was not given the chance to effectively fight for her life. It was murder!




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Freaky Friday’s ~ I Feel Kind of “Left In The Dark”

freakyfridayHave you ever discovered something while doing Genealogy that made you think, “How could I have not known about this?” Well, about a month ago I had one of those moments.

I have lived in Arizona for most of my life, all except about 8 years. I 170px-James_Addison_Reavis_in_prison_clothesattended school here and learned all about the history of the state, even the history before it became a state in 1912. While I was doing a search on the maternal side of my family, I came across an entry that surprised me. I found a reference to my 3rd cousin 3x removed, James Addison Reavis. Apparently, he was a terrible person. He was a swindler, a forger, and a possible murderer. Now, I will be the first to exclaim that people who cause controversy add “flavor” to a tree. However, this person went way beyond the norm.

So, what does this have to do with where I live? He was known as the Baron of Arizona! I had never, in all my years heard about this guy, let alone know that we were related! He pulled off the largest land deed forgery in the history of the state. He “owned” all of the areas that I have lived in for 27 years. It was quite a shock. Some of the things he did were so despicable I couldn’t write about it however, I did write about him and some of what he did for this week’s “52 Ancestors 52 Weeks” challenge from Amy Johnson Crow.

If you would like to read it, here is the link:

I just find it to be Freaky that I can live here so long and not hear about this part of Arizona history and then to top it off find he is related to me!

Has this ever happened to you?


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Freaky Friday’s #26 ~ It Happened In My Hometown

freakyfridayI was born in a small town in rural Missouri many, many moons ago. I was 11 months old when we moved from Lexington, Lafayette County to Arizona. To say I don’t remember much about it would be an understatement. We did move back for about 3 months when I was 11 years old so I do have a few fond memories of the town. I have returned for numerous visits over the years and I love the historic nature of the community. Once I began researching my family history, I discovered that Lexington played a very large role in a lot of family happenings over the last 120 years. Some good and some bad, but they are all part of my history.

Until I began writing blogs 7 years ago, I was not aware of the rich Lexington-courthousehistory of this town. One of the events happened during the Civil War. There was a 3-day battle. “The Siege of Lexington” fought in the town in September 1861. Although the State of Missouri was considered a Union State, the rural folks who lived in the State sided with the Confederates. This battle, fought between the Union soldiers and the Pro-Confederate Missouri State Guard was considered a minor one, but there was a lot of damage, and lives were lost. There is still a cannonball stuck in a pillar of the courthouse to this day!

The war ended on May 8, 1865. It was hard for those who fought against each other to go back to the way it was before. The “winners” felt superior and the “losers” were angry. All across the State families and good friends had been separated by the stances they took during this time. So it is no surprise that less than two months after the end of the war when the county was trying to get back to “normal” that there were some objections and threats issued when it was announced that there would be a 4th of July celebration that year. The following is an announcement about the upcoming event.

lexington 4th of July 1865

R.W.P . Mooney was a 1st Lieutenant in Company D Ozarks 14th Militia. After the war, he returned to Lexington and became part of the County Cavalry Unit at the command post. As the sign said there were those who wanted to have the celebration separated from their former adversaries. I like what this man did, he called a meeting to get it straightened out before there was a “problem”. I discovered that this meeting did take place and they did have a peaceful 4th of July celebration that year.

I find it “freaky” that I am now what I call older-than-dirt and I am just now learning about my hometown.


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Freaky Fridays ~ The Royal Treatment

freaky-fridayI have been researching my family history for over 24 years with about 22 years of that using online genealogy sites. When I first began I had a handwritten tree that my paternal Aunt gave me that had 3 generations on it. It was not a complete list of names but it was a start. In the beginning, I took my time, finding information about each of my Dad’s 10 brothers and sisters and then their families and filling in the blanks. Once that was done I started my journey backward.

Before I knew it I became obsessed with all the trees that had my family included in theirs. Being naive I took everything they had in the tree at face value. No questions, no research, I just put it in my tree. Royal CrownOver several months I had traveled back in time to the 900s AD. I think I was related to every royal, conqueror, and historical figure in history. I bragged about my “connections” to all my friends and family, including my husband’s family. I made so many binders and printed out thousands of pages of fact sheets. The only thing I did not have was any documentation for any of these ancestors.

embarrassed1I began taking the courses to become a Certified Genealogist and I saw the grave error of my previous ways. I was embarrassed by all the bragging I had done. I realized how foolish I must have looked talking about my royal blood. So, I confessed to my family and friends and I scraped my tree and started again. This time I only moved forward or backward if I had the proper documentation. Yes, it has taken me 15 years to go back to the early 1600s but I am positive that each person in my trees belongs there. I had learned a valuable lesson. Don’t get me wrong, I do have quite a few “maybe” ancestors in my trees but they are labeled as “Needs further research and documentation” and I do not write about them.

Well, today a freaky thing happened. I decided to research a branch I had completely forgotten about. I gathered all my research for my 10th Great Grandfather Anthony Savage and I began to search for any documents. Everywhere I looked all I saw was the “Royal” lines of Anthony. The majority of them were undocumented, just like what happened before but to my surprise, I found a few that had documentation! They only went back 2 generations but there it was. Is it freaky that I am actually scared to look into the documentation? I don’t want to get caught up in spreading false information again. Yes, I am a professional Genealogist, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t make a mistake. After all, we are all human and that makes us capable of doing just that.

My plan now is to take it slow, verify, verify, verify everything, and see where it leads.


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Freaky Fridays ~ Why I Hate The Month Of June

Freaky Fridays imageWhen you have lost someone that meant a lot to you, it is hard to pass the date of death without feeling sorrow or even depression. Also, when some traumatic events happen in your life, that date can bring up unpleasant memories. Well, this is why I hate the month of June. I have experienced both of these scenarios, both loss, and traumatic events during this month. Did I mention I hate June?


The first incident of loss was on June 25, 1968. The only Grandparent IJP Smith Sr Obit ever got to meet died on this day.  The event that caused his death happened 2 weeks before. My step-grandmother had purposely pushed him over the push mower he was using to cut the lawn. He had refused to take some medicine the doctor had prescribed so she struck out in anger and shoved him hard. He fell backward over the mower and broke his neck. He lived on life support for those two weeks and it was traumatic for a 12-year-old girl to see him lying there like that. He was 85 years old at the time. My aunt who witnessed the incident was too afraid to tell the police what happened so Nellie never had to pay for what she did.


Dad and SchoolThe second incident of loss happened on June 24, 1974. My beloved day died after a nine-month battle with lung cancer. How a person was treated for cancer back in those days was nothing like we have today. They literally fried his body with radiation and large doses of chemo. His right lung was removed. It was a horrible thing to watch a once strong man turn into a skeleton. He died at home in his bed. I can still visualize the events of that day. My mother happily came into my room and woke me from a deep sleep. She wanted me to come and see that my dad was dead. She was so happy (she was mentally ill). When I saw that he was indeed dead, I ran out of the room crying. That day is one I will never forget.


The third event was I got married on June 11, 1977. It turned out that this man I thought I knew had some dark secrets and he was extremely abusive to me and the children, After 9 years of marriage I told my pastor I couldn’t take it any longer. When he was confronted by the pastor, being told he had to choose between having his family and serving God, or being exposed for his abuses and pornography addiction, his response was to commit suicide.


Number four was the loss of my second Grandson. My daughter went Deshauninto labor too soon and we rushed her to the hospital. There we heard the heartbeat and we were both excited and scared. A little after midnight on June 9, 1997, DeShaun was born and died within minutes. We got to hold him and our daughter, we were the wounded trying to comfort the wounded.


mom & brotherEvent number five happened on June 16, 1999. My mother had fallen and broke a hip. She was sent to a nursing home and there she died. I hadn’t seen her nor heard from her in over 13 years as she had disowned me for marrying a Hispanic man (we have been married for 34 years now). I was just one person in a long line of family members my mother had disowned over the years. She had done the same to both her and my dad’s families and even my much older brother.


Event number six was actually an exceptionally good one. My youngest granddaughter, Pebbles, was born on June 25, 2006. She is beautiful and smart. She has brought us such joy. I am grateful for this one redeeming light that has helped me make it through June for the past 14 years.


Each June on each of these days I think about the people I have lost and the events that brought each one about. I try to remember the good times or find something good that has happened because of these circumstances and find a lesson that I can learn from them. Even though I feel less pain as the years go by, I still hate the month of June! Is that Freaky?



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Freaky Friday’s ~ 1630’s Massachusetts

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I have found many, many ancestors who have married their first cousin. I have even found some who married their Aunt or Uncle. Back in the early days of the colonies, there were not a lot of choices as to who they could marry. Some of them even immigrated from a country that practiced intermarrying with relatives so it was commonplace. In today’s society, it is definitely frowned upon and in some places in the country, it is illegal!

My first recorded incident of first cousins marrying begins in 1629. Myscotland_16th 9x Great Grandfather, Christopher Lindsay (1592-1669), immigrated to Lynn County, Massachusetts from Scotland. He came over with his brother Daniel of whom I have very little information. He was wealthy and purchased a lot of land in the County.

Abigail shipHugh Alley (1608-1673) my 9x Great Grandfather, immigrated from England to Boston aboard the Abigail in 1635 along with his younger sister, my 9x Great Aunt, Margaret (1620-1669). By 1640 they too moved to Lynn County. Hugh married Mary Graves (1609-1674) in 1641 and they had 8 children, 4 sons, and 4 daughters. The oldest daughter was named Mary (1641-1681) and their third daughter was named Sarah (1651-1731).

Meanwhile, Christopher Lindsay marries Margaret Alley in 1644 and they have 3 children, 2 sons, and a daughter. The sons were John (1644-1705) and Eleazer (1646-1717).cousin1

In 1667 John Lindsay marries his first cousin Mary Alley. In 1668 Eleazer Lindsay marries his first cousin Sarah Alley!

This also makes Hugh and his sister Margaret Grandparents to the same 2 sets of grandchildren. This makes my head hurt!

It doesn’t matter how long ago this happened or the circumstances that brought it about, I find this Freaky!


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