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Honora O Flynn

Born is 1681 in Kerry, Ireland. She was an only child of Edward, and was kidnapped from her home. She was purchased in Maryland, and gave birth to 14 children.St_medium

 

Yet another is that she was a kidnapped Irish Princess brought to America for a wife. ——————– Honora O’Flynn was mentioned in old records as an Irish girl of great peity, and it was through her that the Catholic element appears in the Durbin line. (also Logsdon).

Family lore handed down through the generations was of a beautiful Irish girl named Honora O’Flynn who was kidnapped from Ireland, brought to this country to marry an unknown farmer. She escaped and married William Logsdon. These quotes were taken from some Kentucky Catholic records pertaining to one Father Elisha Durbin, son of John J. Durbin and Patience Lodsdon; James M Logsdon, Oct 1999, has birth date of c1886.

The picture is of St. Paul’s Church. St. Paul’s Anglican Church is located in downtown Baltimore, MD. Built in 1692, it is the church where Honora O’Flynn married William Logsdon in 1702. The story surrounding Honora is that she was bought for her steerage from Ireland on the Baltimore docks for one hogshead of tobacco. The Church is the oldest in Baltimore, built in 1692, an historic site.

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Her Reference number in some Maryland archive place is 1203.0. Immigrated between 1701-1702Honora is styled as a 'beauriful, the flaming red head, vivacious and pious Irish Catholic girl kidnapped fromthe sourhern coast of Ireland'. According to family lore, William Logsdon was working on his farm in 1702 when he saw a British ship anchored in the Patapsco River and decided to 'inspect' its cargo. Part of the 'cargo' was Honora O'Flynn who had been kidnapped by the British from the coast of Ireland and brought to Maryland by a sea captain for barter. It is reported that William gave the sea captain a hogshead (barrel) of tobacco for Honora's passage. She was bought by William Logsdon and later became his wife in 1702. She is said to have been kidnapped on the Southern coast of Ireland and is known in Logsdon family lore as the "Captive Maiden" while William was known as the "Indentured Servant."

In the Hall of Records, Annapolis, MD, Vol. 15: Several documents state that Honora was kidnapped from Ireland by pirates and brought to Maryland where she was sold as an indentured servant. The name “Honora” was carried down through many generations of both the Logsdon and Durbin families. There is some speculation that her father’s name may have been Edward, for whom she named her second. On 22 May 1730, May, widow of William, released her dower rights at the time of the re-survey of ‘Brotherly Love’. On 22 September 1730, Honour witnessed the sale of land from her son William to Mathew Coulter on the north side of the middle branch of the Patapsco River.

The name O’Flynn (according to MacLysaght’s “Irish Families”) came from the Gaelic personal name Flann and denotes a dull red color and means ruddy when applied to persons. The name O’Flynn ranks 41st in the list of family names in Ireland, and the families are found mainly in Cork and Waterford in the south, and on the borders of Connacht and Ulster in Roscommon, Leitrim, and Cavan Counties. One source suggests that Mary’s death may have been as late as ca. 1750.

 

George Leonard Lewis Franklin Fizer

Wow! What a long name. He is my great grandfather. Born in 1888 on August 27 to James Preston Fizer and Minerva Gordon Persinger.  His draft card describes him with black hair and grey eyes. He is 6 feet tall and 148 pounds.

 

When he married Minerva her sister was married to his brother in a double wedding ceremony. The event made the paper.

He is married and has four children. He wants to be exempt from the world war I. When World War II came around he claims on his draft card that he has a crippled left leg. He works for Kelly’s Creek Colliery co. Kelly’s Creek Colliery Co . was one of the many coal mines that were in the state of West Virginia.

George died in 1963. I have no photos of him, and only know these few facts about him.

Update

I know it has been a couple of weeks since I last posted. Life has been pretty crazy! We have been looking for just the right piece of property to purchase, and we are pretty excited about what is in store. I can share any of the information yet, but it crazy exciting!

I have also been working on starting a new business that is really dear to my heart. This is another one I can’t share yet, but as soon as our project gets closer to opening I can share. This business is really something for me, and my friend has had this dream too. So, I feel like I am in good company!

The kids schedules have finally become more manageable too. It is never easy being a mom, running a business, and trying to start a new one.

One of my proudest moments in the last couple of weeks is joining a “Six Week Challenge”. As much as I want to do something for myself I usually put everyone and everything above working out. I decided, I am not going to be that any longer. I am going to whip my body into shape! I deserve time to do something just for me, and I am going to do this for me. I will keep you all updated.

Have a great weekend!

America Adkins

My 2nd great grandmother was America Adkins. She was born in 1858 in Scott, Putnam County Virginia. Her father was Luke Adkins and her mother was Rebecca Lovejoy. When she was 24 she married John Wesley Snodgrass.  The two of them had eight children in 16 years. Two of her girls, Minerva and Mary would go on to marry the Fizer boys in a double wedding.

It is always sad to me when there isn’t much information about the female ancestors. Leaving recipes, and notes that are passed down in a family are important clues about the personality of a person. I would love to know more about America. Why didn’t she marry earlier than 24? Are there any photos of her? If you know anything additional about Ameirca Adkins Snodgrass please let me know.

John Henry Persinger

John Henry Persinger was born 1752, and lived in an area named “Rich Patch”  of Alleghany county Virginia. His father was Jacob Persinger. It was believed that he was stolen by Native American’s, then given to a Persinger family during a treaty between the  New England people and the Naitve Americans. Jacob was never happy being away from the Native American family that he knew. He fought for the revolutionary war, and after the war was given land for his contribution.

John grew up around other families that knew the Native Americans. Although the Persingers were Christian they had a deep respect for the Native American way of life. John was in the 128th regiment of the militia. He was an officer, Lieutenant Colonel.

He left a will, and part of which is…

In the name of god! Amen!  I Henry Persinger of the County of Alleghanyand State of Virginia being this the abundant mercy of god, in perfectmemory and understanding, I do constitute this my last Will and Testamentas followeth, towit, Item, I give and bequeath to my beloved wife Grizzythe whole of my Estate, both personal and real at her own disposal exceptas is hereafter mentioned, that is, Item I give and bequeath to my belovedson John now deceased, that is his Children twenty Shillings to be equallydivided among them.  Item I give and bequeath to all the rest of mybeloved Children that is, Andrew, Jacob, Sampson, Mary Bennet, PeggyPatterson, Rebecky Tingler, Sally Persinger, Elizabeth Persinger and RuthyHumphries, each of them Twenty Shillings,  I do hereby constitute mybeloved wife Grizzy and my beloved son Sampson my Sole Executors of thismy last ____ and Testament.-  In  Witness where of I have hereunto Set myhand and Seal this 25th day of November anno Dom:, 1824 Signed Sealed andacknowledged In presence of----------------Jacob Persinger Sen.rHenry Persinger (SEAL) Samuel Erwin Adam QuickleAlleghany County, January Court, 1825 The above Instrument of writingpurporting to be the last will and testament of Henry Persinger deceased,was presented in Court and was duly proved by the Oaths of Jacob PersingerSen.r, Samuel Irvin and Adam Quickle the subscribing witnesses there to,to have been duly executed and acknowledged by the said deceased and thesame is ordered to be recorded. Oliver Callaghan C.A.C.

Hazel Gray

Hazel wasn’t the mother of anyone, but I think she should not be forgotten. Her story is one of  childhood innocence gone wrong. She had brothers and sisters, and was the youngest of the children.  Hazel was born July 4th 1921, and her mother Alda, died the same year on her own birthday October 12th 1921. Hazel was only three years, two months, and nine days old when she died.

The story is…Hazel went down the hill to play her little friend. The two girls wore their aprons over their dresses so their dresses would not get dirty. The apron had pockets, and in one of the pockets was a secret. Matches were stored in the pocket of one of the girls. The two of the girls giggled and lit matches and let them go before their fingers got burned by the wooded match. The girls were called into their homes, and one of the matches was stuck back in the box. The box of matches was in the apron pocket of Hazel. As she ran to her house the box went up in flames. The apron, and her dress caught fire too. As she ran up the hill to her house the flames engulfed her tiny body. Someone finally got the flames under control, but not before Hazel was burned. Most of her body was burned, and one of the children ran for the doctor. The doctor arrived at the Gray house September 11th, 1921. There was very little he could do for her, but she hung on for as long as she could. September the 12th was the last day the Doctor would see her alive, and she passed away on the 13th of September.

With stories like these we understand why some of the people drank alcohol. Seeing your child burned, in pain, and crying out for you to help as she is dying. It is just unimaginable to any parent. Asa, the father of Hazel, was a single father, and had been for the last 3 years. I can’t even imagine the guilt that he carried with him too.

Each of us have stories that are worthy of being told to other family members. Stories that make us stronger. Knowing that the children watched their mom die, and then Hazel die too makes me want to do more. Our ancestors found the strength to go on with their lives. Now, we keep the memory of Hazel alive by remembering her, and telling her story.

Reading

Diving into research is always fun. Often, the names of children of a family let you know right away which one of your ancestors were avid readers. Growing up around books, and other well read people seem to show in the names of the children. There were some families that only had Biblical names. Biblical names don’t necessarily scream literary. Some people only knew about Biblical characters through going to church.

Today, many of the inspirations for names of children come from Hollywood. I believe people need to keep their child in mind before making such an important decision. Following tinsel town is not for everyone.

Reading-Woman-Book

22

Do you remember what it is like to be 22? My oldest niece just turned 22 a few weeks ago, and now she is all grown. When she was 15 she came out to visit in California. She was young and impressionable.

My wish for her is for her to find her passion. She is very talented, and has much that she can share with the world. IMG_0924IMG_0962_r1

Grandma and Grandpa Gray

My Grandma and Grandpa lived much different lives, and I am sure they would be surprised by how the times have changed. Both of them came from large families. Grandma was on of those super special people. When we were young we could not wait to see her on our trips to West Virginia. I would stay up and talk to my dad the whole time he was driving to West Virginia. Now, that I think about it…Wow, that must have been super annoying! LOL! My mom, sister, and brother slept in the back of our Pinto wagon, and I sat in the front seat and talked about history. I would do a review of what I have been reading. Anyway, there was lots of anticipation on our eight hour drive.

Once we would get there it was usually late in the evening. My dad would pop the hatchback, and I would run to grandma’s door. She knew we were coming, so she would stay awake until we got there. My sister and I were the lucky ones that got to sleep in the bed with grandma. Poor grandma, we talked to her until the sun came up in the morning. By the time we woke up she was in the kitchen making some biscuits, gravy, bacon, eggs, and whatever anyone wanted. I tell you, to this day, I have not tasted eggs the way she made them. I can’t even make eggs as good as hers.

She was one of the best people I have ever known. I loved her so much! She was one of those people that knew how to hug too. Not those two second hugs, but she held on to you, and let you know she loved you with all her heart. All of us grandkids thought we were the favorite, but really she loved all of us.

When I was even younger my Uncle Jerry was at the house. He loved watching Batman. I would sit right beside him, and watch with him. During commercials he would wrestle with us. If the show was a repeat he would put his elbow over mine, and I would put mine on his, and keep it up as we laughed. Quiet, during the show though. I missed seeing him at the house once he was married and moved out of grandma’s house.

Grandpa worked in the coal mines when he was younger, and even though I lived with grandma and grandpa when I was very young I don’t remember too much of grandpa. I know everyone loved and missed him since he died at a young age. I often wonder what they would think of technology, and if either of them would utilize it. I think grandma would. One of my fondest memories is of grandma turning on her giant console stereo, and asking my sister and I to show her the latest dances. Everyone would crack up laughing, and we did not just do dances but do whole choreographed routines.

Here is grandma and grandpa when they were younger…Back Camera

Moving…

Just a few days ago this is how my dining room looked. Yep, I have not been a happy camper. Moving is so awful! I believe even the tips of my fingers are exhausted. Really! My husband bitched and complained the whole time about all my books, and art. I kept quiet about all the heavy tools, tools, and more tools. It all seemed to never end. Now, we have all the unboxing. UGH! The great thing about all of this…we now are living on the beautiful central coast. IMG_2468