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Monday, February 24, 2025

9 Secret Spy or A Case of Being in the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time?


Maternal 3rd Great Grandfather: Townsend Foley

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 

Week 8 - February 24, 2025

Prompt: Secret



TINKER, TAILOR, SOLDIER, SPY – IT’S ALL IN THE FAMILY

The name of my family history blog reflects the roles my ancestors played throughout history. Some were tinkers, some were soldiers, and at least one was accused of being a spy.

Townsend Foley, my maternal 3rd great-grandfather, was that spy. Or was he simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? That remains a secret he took to his grave.

Discovering Townsend Foley

Before I discovered Townsend Foley, I first had to uncover the truth about his daughter, Louisa Jane Foley, my maternal 2nd great-grandmother.

Discovering Louisa Jane Foley

Initially, I thought she was Louisa Jane Wright—the name listed on the marriage index of my 2nd great-grandparents.

On December 13, 1854, Parmenas James Nolen married Louisa Jane Wright in Jackson County, Arkansas. The record listed:

Parmenas – age 24, from St. Francis, Arkansas.

Louisa Jane – age 22, from Jackson County, Arkansas.

The index did not include witnesses, nor did it indicate a prior marriage for either party.

When I searched the 1850 census, I found Louisa J Wright in Richland, St. Francis County, Arkansas, age 18, living with George W. Wright, age 36, a merchant. Given the age difference, I assumed he was her father and built my family tree accordingly.

Then DNA testing changed everything.


A DNA Discovery That Changed Everything

When DNA testing became available on Ancestry, I had my mother, Margaret, take a test. I manage her results.

One day, I received a message from Karen, who manages her Aunt Alene Foley’s DNA. Alene shares 218 cM with Margaret, and after weeks (maybe months) of collaboration, we determined the only logical explanation—


Louisa Jane was not a Wright. She was a Foley.

George Wright was not her father. He was her first husband.

Based on the DNA matches, Louisa Jane and Alene’s grandfather, John T. Foley, had to be siblings. That would make Alene and Margaret 2C1R, which matched their DNA results.

Since Louisa Jane married George Wright before 1850 and then married Parmenas Nolen in 1854, she never appeared on a census with her parents. But her younger brother, John T. Foley, did—on the 1860 census with their parents, Townsend Foley and Christina Bradley Foley.That was how I discovered Townsend Foley.

I then realized that I had letters from Louisa’s son PJ to his son, Leonard—my grandfather—where he often remarked, “The Foley boys are all alright.” Although he never specified whether they were uncles, nephews, or cousins, this was enough to confirm that there was indeed a familial connection to the Foleys.

Piecing Together Townsend’s Life

With this revelation, I deleted George Wright’s line from my tree and started researching Townsend Foley.

1809: Born in Kentucky.

1826: First child born in Tennessee.

1830: Townsend and Christina live with his father, John, and two young sons in Weakley County, Tennessee.

1837: Pays taxes in Weakley County, Tennessee.

1838: Pays taxes in Shelby County, Tennessee.

1840: Resides in Shelby County, Tennessee.

1847: Receives a land patent from the Batesville, Arkansas, land office.

1850: Household of 11 people, including a granddaughter, in Bayou Township, Jackson County, Arkansas.

1851: Receives a land patent in McCrory, Woodruff County, Arkansas.

1860: Household of 7 people in Barren Township, Independence County, Arkansas.

Townsend seemed to be a typical pioneer settler—until the Civil War changed everything.


Batesville, Independence County, Arkansas During the Civil War

Batesville, the county seat of Independence County, Arkansas, was occupied twice during the Civil War.

Union Occupation of Batesville in 1864

The Union Army first occupied Batesville in May 1862 while threatening Little Rock. After they withdrew, the Confederates reclaimed the area and used the same encampments.

The second occupation came in late 1863 when Col. Robert Livingston was ordered to report to Batesville. He arrived on Christmas Day, 1863, and his records indicate he had his hands full from the start.

With Confederate armies moving toward Helena, the area was left to lawless guerrilla bands. On January 11, 1864, Col. Livingston issued a 19-paragraph general order declaring:

Martial law was in effect.

Spies, either civilian or military, would suffer death.

Any civilian communication with the Confederates would be considered treason.

Residents must obey the Union Army, or they would forfeit their lives and property.

It was during this time that Townsend Foley’s fate was sealed.


Spy or Innocent Victim?

“Captured as a ‘Political Citizen’—Townsend Foley is restrained by Union soldiers February 2, 1864, accused of spying and aiding the Confederacy. Was he truly a spy, or just in the wrong place at the wrong time? A secret he took to his grave.”


April 22, 1864: Transferred to Rebel's Hell Prison, Little Rock, Arkansas 


May 26, 1864: Died of Rubella at the prison and was buried 150 feet outside the prison walls.


A Final Secret Beneath the State Capitol?

In February 2022, while preparing for a research trip to Little Rock, I planned to find Townsend’s grave.

The Little Rock National Cemetery was for Union soldiers only. The adjacent Confederate Cemetery was for Confederate veterans. Neither mentioned “Political Citizens.”

That led me to research the Union Prison in Little Rock—known as “Rebels’ Hell.”

The state’s first penitentiary, built in 1840, became a military jail during the war. When Little Rock fell to Union forces, it held Confederate prisoners, Union deserters, and suspected spies.

The death toll was high, and a makeshift cemetery was established on the prison grounds.



Then, in 1899, the Arkansas State Capitol was built on that site—using prison labor.

During excavation, workers unearthed hundreds of forgotten wooden coffins, breaking them open with digging equipment. The skeletal remains were scattered across the construction site.

Some bodies were reburied outside the city limits. Others may still be beneath the Capitol today.


Was Townsend Foley’s coffin among them?

That remains a secret.



Sources & Further Reading:

Sakaris, Kay Waters. Rebels’ Hell: Little Rock’s “Yankee” Prison 1863-1865.

Anderson, Layne Livingston. Haunted Legends of Arkansas.


Saturday, February 22, 2025

8 It Started With A Kiss

 

Paternal 4th Great-Grandparents: Captain Henry Woodward and Sarah Shelton

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 

Week 8 - February 17, 2025

Prompt: Migration


My Migration Story Begins with Immigration

For many families, migration is a story of movement from one place to another, seeking new opportunities or escaping hardships. For my ancestors, that journey began with immigration—and in the case of Henry Woodward and Sarah Shelton, it started with an act of bravery, a bit of luck, and a kiss.

It Started With A Kiss


When Henry Met Sarah

The story goes that Henry was aboard a ship leaving England for America when British Army officers boarded, searching for able-bodied men. Having already served in the English Army, Henry feared he would be forced back into service. As he watched the officers approach, he muttered to himself, “I’ve served seven years for England. I suppose I will have to end my life in the English Army now.”



A large young woman standing nearby overheard him. Noticing his small frame, she whispered, “Squat down under this stool on the deck.” Henry obeyed, and she sat on the stool, covering him with her ample skirts. The officers passed by, none the wiser.





Once they were safely at sea, Henry jumped out and kissed her. By the time they reached America, the two had decided to marry, and the ship’s captain performed the ceremony on board




That bold and unexpected act of kindness marked the beginning of their journey together in the New World.

Military Service: A Life of Duty and Sacrifice

Henry Woodward’s story was not just about personal survival—it was one of service and resilience in the face of war.

Early Military Career

Henry joined the Royal Navy at age 13, serving five years before leaving in 1754, as peace had temporarily ended hostilities.

He soon reappeared in Virginia, carrying a letter of introduction from James Abercrombie, the London agent to Governor Dinwiddie, recommending him for a Lieutenancy in the Virginia Militia.

By 1755, he was active in Virginia’s colonial forces, and in 1756, he was promoted to Captain, commanding the 10th Company, Virginia Regiment.

French and Indian War

1755: He fought in Braddock’s Expedition against Fort Duquesne and was present at Braddock’s Defeat.

1756: He was commended by the Virginia Assembly for his gallantry at Fort Necessity.

1757: He was placed in command of Voss’s Post, defending Virginia’s western frontier.

Cherokee Expedition: He was third in command during Virginia’s military campaign against the Cherokees, remaining in service until 1762.

Despite his service and hardships, Henry remained a proud Englishman, carrying himself with a sense of distinction. Family tradition describes him as somewhat haughty in manner, always well-dressed, with a sword at his side. He wore silver buckles on all his shoes, and even the harness of his driving and saddle horses were adorned with silver.

A Connection to General George Washington

Henry’s service brought him into close association with General Washington.



Washington’s account books show that on January 6, 1755, Henry lost at cards to Washington, a common pastime among officers.

Records confirm that Henry received direct orders from Washington, and several letters from the General to Henry still exist today.

Their relationship highlights the interconnected world of Virginia’s military leadership during this time.



Land and Legacy: The Estate of “Stoneleigh”

Following the war, Henry was granted large tracts of land in recognition of his service:

He received 3,000 acres in Stafford and Cumberland Counties, Virginia.

He settled on an estate called “Stoneleigh”, where he lived until his death.

He also owned plantations in Maryland, expanding his family’s holdings.

While his military career was marked by service and hardship, his land grants and estate ensured his family’s stability for generations.

In addition to his plantations, his land had another lasting contribution to American history. Family tradition holds that the stone used in the construction of the central portion of the United States Capitol in Washington, D.C., was quarried from his lands along Aquia Creek. This tradition is supported by records in the Congressional Library, which state that “the original stone from quarries at Aquia Creek, Virginia was used in the Capitol’s construction. "

Migration Path from Henry and Sarah to Me

Captain Henry Woodward (1735–1790) & Sarah Shelton (1740–1775)

Henry was born in 1735 in Throckmorton, Worcestershire, England, to Esther Martin and William Woodward.

Sarah was born in 1740 in Northill, Bedfordshire, England, to Jane Paine and Joseph Shelton.

         Married at sea in 1755.

They settled in Aquia Creek, Stafford County, Virginia, where Sarah passed away in 1775 at age 35. Henry died there in 1790 at age 55.

James Abraham Woodward (1761–1836)

James was born in Aquia Creek, Stafford County, Virginia to Henry Woodard  & Sarah Shelton.

Married Jane Jennie Hyden in 1797 in Stafford County, Virginia.

Moved to Lee County, Virginia in 1808, disapproving of his father’s second marriage.

Left Virginia after 1830, settling in Sangamon County, Illinois, where James passed away in 1836.

        After James' death, Jane lived with their son, James William Woodward, in Illinois. She passed away in 1856 in Farmer City, DeWitt County, Illinois. 

Mary Jane Woodward (1812–1870)

Mary Jane was born in 1812 in Powell Valley, Lee County, Virginia to James Abraham Woodward & Jane Jennie Hyden.

Married James Wallis in 1832 in Lee County, Virginia.

Moved to Delaware County, Indiana, in 1868, where they both passed away, James in 1868, Mary Jane in 1870.

Benjamin Logan Wallis (1833–1918)

Benjamin Logan Wallis was born in 1833 in Lee County, Virginia to Mary Jane Woodard and  James Wallis.

Married Sophia McCool in 1865 in Lafayette, Tippecanoe County, Indiana.

Lived in Allen County, Kansas in the 1880s and 1890s.

Passed away in LaHarpe, Allen County, Kansas in 1918.

After Benjamin's death, Sophia lived with their son, William Clinton Wallis in Sapulpa, Creek County, Oklahoma and later with her daughter Emma Maud Wallis Morrison back in Allen County, Kansas. By 1930 Sophia was again living with her son, William Clinton Wallis, now in Stillwater, Payne County, Oklahoma where she died in 1939.

Charles Bertram “C.B.” Wallis (1878–1962)

C. B. Wallis was born in 1878 in Iola, Allen County, Kansas to Benjamin Logan Wallis and Sophia McCool.

Married Gertrude Susan Goldsmith in 1910 in Sapulpa, Creek County, Oklahoma.

        They lived on various oil leases in Oklahoma and Louisiana before settling in El Dorado, Union County, Arkansas in 1928, where they lived until their deaths, Gertrude passing in 1943, C.B. in 1962. 

Ralph David Wallis (1926–2013)

        Ralph David Wallis was born in 1926 in Homer, Claiborne Parish, Louisiana to Charles Bertram Wallis and Gertrude Susan Goldsmith.  

        Married Margaret Ella “Peggy” Nolen in 1945 in Sand Springs, Tulsa County, Oklahoma.

Raised their family in Bartlesville, Washington County, Oklahoma and Bentonville, Benton County, Arkansas.

Moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma in 2011 to be near their daughter, Libby. They both passed away in Tulsa, Ralph in 2013, Peggy in 2017.

This migration path spans centuries and generations, from Virginia to the Midwest and beyond. Each move was shaped by opportunity, circumstance, and the enduring spirit of those who came before me.

Final Thoughts

The story of Henry Woodward and Sarah Shelton is a tale of survival, service, and legacy. Their journey to America, military sacrifice, and westward expansion through their descendants reflect the larger movement of families seeking new opportunities.

What started with a kiss on a ship led to generations of migration, each chapter adding to the story that ultimately led to me.



Friday, February 7, 2025

7 My Girlhood Memories: From High School Goodbyes to Motherhood


        Maternal Grandmother Elizabeth Moore

        52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

        Week 7 – February 10, 2025

        Prompt: Letters & Diaries


 My Girlhood Memories—Elizabeth Moore’s memory book from her final year of high school, filled with heartfelt messages from friends and her own reflections on life’s  milestones.




Letters, diaries, and memory books offer a rare and intimate glimpse into the past. Unlike official records, which capture facts and dates, these personal writings preserve the emotions, relationships, and daily lives of those who came before us. They reveal not only what happened but how it felt to experience those moments—whether through the excitement of a love letter, the quiet reflections in a diary, or the bittersweet farewells written in a school memory book.


One such treasure in my family is My Girlhood Memories, a memory book belonging to my maternal grandmother, Elizabeth Moore. More than just an autograph album, it is a time capsule from her final year of high school, filled with handwritten messages from friends as they prepared to part ways.


Alongside these notes, Elizabeth’s graduation and senior portraits capture this pivotal moment in her life. In her graduation cap and gown, she embodies the pride of achievement,

Elizabeth Moore in her graduation cap and gown, Class of 1923. A moment of celebration and transition, as she and her classmates prepare to step into the future, carrying the memories of Sand Springs High School with them.


while her senior portrait, with its softer expression, reflects the excitement and uncertainty of stepping into adulthood. 

Elizabeth Moore, likely her senior portrait, Class of 1923. With a confident gaze and a fashionable bob, she embodies the spirit of a young woman on the brink of new adventures.


These images freeze in time the transition her classmates wrote about -- the joy of finishing high school, the sadness of leaving behind familiar faces, and the anticipation of what lay ahead. 

Some of the messages in My Girlhood Memories are lighthearted, while others carry the weight of uncertainty about what the future would hold.”

Dear Elizabeth,

It has been fine to know you in classes in S.S. You have brightened every spot where you have been—in fact, you are the life of every party and will always be wanted wherever people gather together. I am counting on hearing from you next year.

Lovingly yours,

Elizabeth Gelvin

Gardner Street, Bellingham, Washington


Dear Elizabeth,

I sure hope we meet again in the near future, and for some reason, I hate to say good-bye. But if we never meet again, remember that I have sincerely enjoyed having you as a classmate and friend. Good-bye!

Lovingly, 

Jo

Dear Elizabeth,

This is one of the saddest days of my school life, that of leaving dear old Sand Springs Hi and all the classmates I have known for years. Probably some of us will meet again when we go to college, but never again will we all be together. Well, wishing you a successful and happy future.

I remain your friend,

Gayle Brock


Elizabeth dear,

I can only say that I wish you much success in life. I know you will find it because you have wit, brains, and the charm of mixing with people.

Love,

Julia Maule


Among these pages, one note stood out to me:

It has been one of my greatest delights to have been counted as one of your friends, for truly I think that we have been together for many years in school. I surely have never forgotten our good times together on our different trips. Hoping to never lose your friendship and good thoughts. May you have much happiness and success in future life—‘with John’—Ha! I sure hate to say farewell to you, for it seems like we will never be the same as we were in ’23.

Lovingly,

Ruth G. Williams

At first, I wondered why a classmate referred to my grandmother’s future husband, Leonard Nolen, as “John.” When I later asked my mother about it, she explained that Elizabeth and Leonard had kept their relationship a secret, using the nickname “John” to hide their romance from others.

Leonard Nolen, known as ‘John’ in Elizabeth’s memory book, keeping their romance a secret. Dapper in a white suit and striped tie, he would soon become Elizabeth’s beloved husband.


Perhaps the most significant part of My Girlhood Memories is not the notes left by her friends, but Elizabeth’s own words. In just a few lines, she chronicled the milestones that would shape the rest of her life:


I finished my high school in 1923 and went to work in the Sand Springs State Bank as a ‘poster’ or ‘bookkeeper.’ And in 1924, June 2, at 9:00, I was married to my most beloved ‘John’ or Leonard Nolen. And what a wonderful time and what a wonderful wedding. I can never forget.

The wedding invitation of Elizabeth Lindsay Moore and Leonard Page Nolen, June 2, 1924. Neither had a middle name until their marriage—Leonard adopted ‘Page’ in honor of Charles Page, known as ‘Daddy Page’ to the children of the Sand Springs Home, while Elizabeth chose ‘Lindsay’ in tribute to a matron who was like a mother to her.


Leonard and Elizabeth Nolen on their wedding day, June 2, 1924. The lace dress Elizabeth is wearing is still preserved in the family, a tangible link to the day they began their life together.



Photo postcard from honeymoon in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Elizabeth wrote on the back, Just an old-fashioned girl with red hair.
                      


On March 17, 1926, a nice baby girl was born at our house. A St. Patrick’s girl. Weight 8 ¾ lb. Black hair and eyes, just like her father. We named her Margaret Ella Nolen, after her fairy godmother, Margaret Lindsay, at the Home, and after one of my dearest friends, Mrs. Ella Wright.

The first time I read this, I immediately recognized Elizabeth’s handwriting. Seeing her words about my mother’s birth—written so simply, yet so full of meaning—was an emotional moment. These weren’t just names and dates; they were my family’s history, recorded in her own hand, meant to be remembered.


Elizabeth’s own words in My Girlhood Memories, where she reflects on graduating, her marriage to Leonard, and the birth of their daughter, Margaret Ella Nolen.

Memory books like My Girlhood Memories remind us that history isn’t just about events—it’s about people, their dreams, their friendships, and the moments that mattered most to them. My grandmother may not have written long diary entries or saved stacks of letters, but in these few pages, she left a record of who she was, what she cherished, and how she saw her life unfolding.






Sunday, February 2, 2025

6 A Tale of Two Quilts


           
Gertrude and my father, Ralph 

Paternal Grandmother Gertrude  Susan Goldsmith Wallis

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks


Week 6 – February 3, 2025


Prompt: Surprise




Gertrude “Gertie” Susan Goldsmith Wallis is my paternal grandmother. We share the same middle name.


She was born on September 2, 1888, near Huntsville, Madison County, Arkansas. Her parents, David Milton Goldsmith and Nancy Dudgeon Goldsmith, lived in Sedan, Kansas, but were in Arkansas visiting Nancy’s parents for the summer. While out running errands in town, Nancy—pregnant with Gertie—was caught in a flood. She managed to cut the horses loose from the wagon, but everything else was lost.


Gertie was born prematurely the next morning. Family lore says she was so tiny that her father’s ring could fit over her head. To keep her warm, they placed her in a box lined with carded wool and set it in the warming oven. She slept in a dresser drawer for a crib, and against all odds, she survived.


In 1903, she moved with her parents to Indian Territory.


Meanwhile, Charles Bertram (C.B.) Wallis was in Manila, Phillipines, fighting in the Spanish-American War. His next plan was to go to Panama and work on the Panama Canal, but before leaving, he visited his brother in Creek County, Oklahoma. There, he met Gertie—and was so taken with her that he abandoned his plan to go to Panama. Instead, he stayed and began working in the burgeoning oil industry. The two married in Creek County in 1910. After living on several oil leases in Oklahoma, they moved to Homer, Louisiana where my father was born, and then El Dorado, Arkansas where my father is from.




C.B. and Gertrude Wedding Photo
C.B. Wallis, Spanish American War






















I never knew Gertie. After a long illness, she passed away from complications of diabetes mellitus and hypertension on August 16, 1943, in El Dorado, Arkansas. My father was seventeen years old at the time. 




 

C.B. and Stella honeymoon in Hot Springs, Arkansas





In December 1945, two years after Gertie's passing, my grandfather, C.B. Wallis, remarried. His new wife, Stella Dean Morgan, had been Gertie's companion and caretaker after she lost her eyesight due to diabetes.












Stella, or Mam Maw, as I knew her, gave me a quilt top when I was about 12 years old. She apologized, saying her frail hands could no longer quilt. I cherished that quilt top and kept it in a cedar chest that my grandfather, C.B. Wallis, made for me. It had started as my toy chest but later became my “hope chest.”


I often took the quilt top out just to study the fabrics. 


Mam Maw, Libby Wallis, Sarah Beth Kinard, Storm Wallis, Margaret Nolen Wallis


When I came home for Christmas during my first year of college, my mother surprised me—she had the quilt top machine quilted. From that point on, the quilt went everywhere with me.

It was the quilt I kept on my bed.

I curled up with it when I was sick.

I took it to outdoor concerts and picnics.

It even has a cigarette burn from a former boyfriend (boy, if that quilt could talk!).


Now that I truly understand what a treasure it is, I only bring it out for display.


Quilt top was made by Stella Dean Morgan Wallis

Knowing my passion for collecting vintage quilts, my father shared memories of quilting bees in South Arkansas during the 1930s and ’40s, when his mother made Double Wedding Ring and Grandmother’s Flower Garden quilts. My mother remembered that when she married my father in 1944, he still had one of Gertie’s quilts—but she says it simply got used up. No one in my mother’s family quilted, or even sewed, so I didn’t grow up with family quilts.


Before I got the genealogy bug, I shared my quilt collection with quilting guilds. I would always start the program with this quilt, telling the quilters that this was the most meaningful quilt in my collection—not because of its condition or style, but because it was my first quilt and, at the time, my only family quilt.


Then, a few years ago, I got a surprise.


My cousin, Nella, told me she had one of our grandmother’s quilts. I was stunned to learn that one of Gertie’s quilts had survived in the family.


When I visited Nella, she showed me the quilt—and to my surprise, it was pieced in the same pattern as the one Mam Maw had given me.



Quilt made by Gertrude Susan Goldsmith Wallis

I have a good fabric memory and I recognized that some of the fabrics in Nella's quilt were the same as those in mine, for example, the blue with white polka dots shown here.


Blue polka dot in Mam Maw's quilt

Blue polka dot in Gertie's quilt














I was thrilled with the possibility that my quilt, rather than being Mam Maw’s work, may have been made by my grandmother, Gertie. Or perhaps the two quilted together and shared fabrics.


I wasn’t sure if Mam Maw was a quilter herself, so I wrote to her daughter, Sarah Beth, and asked. I wanted to know if she quilted and, if so, whether she ever quilted with Gertie.


She responded:


“Yes, Mother was a really fine quilter. She learned from my Grandmother Dean, who was a wonderful quilter. Mother worked on quilts at the Christian Church. Your Grandmother Wallis could have quilted with my mother. Several of the church ladies made quilts and sold them for church money.”


When I shared this with my father, he told me that during the Great Depression, the church had been on the verge of foreclosure, and a group of women—called “The Willing Workers”—had quilted to raise money to save the building. My father had been the one they sent to the local department store to buy batting for their quilts.


So, I’ve come to the wonderful conclusion that the ladies of the church shared fabrics and that Gertie and Mam Maw quilted together.


When my cousin Nella was preparing to move to a care facility, she made sure her brother John knew that Gertie’s quilt should come to me.


And now, I have not just one, but two precious family quilts:

One made by my step-grandmother, Mam Maw

One made by my grandmother, Gertie


Mam Maw's Quilt

Gertie's Quilt





As I sleep beneath the warmth of a cherished quilt, my grandmothers watch over me, whispering their stories in the language of dreams.