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How the American Civil War Affected This Southern Woman and Many of Us–150 Years Later!


–This blog post was originally written for and published on the blog “Worldwide Genealogy~A Genealogical Collaboration,” which you can access at: http://worldwidegenealogy.blogspot.com/2015/03/how-american-civil-war-affected-this.html


–from ancestry.com depicting Rebel vs. Yankee in Civil War

At my current age of sixty-six years, it was mostly my 2nd Great Grandfathers, eight in number, who fought in the Civil War. That whole generation was affected–those born in the 1830’s and 1840’s and dying in the war or after 1880. I remember how surprised I was to look at my family tree and realize that. I had put a little picture beside all the folks who fought in the war, and when I looked at my pedigree, there they were, all lined up–my 2nd Great Grandfathers!  One young 1st Great Grandfather lied about his age and entered the war early, and a couple of elderly 3rd Great Grandparents served as well, but mostly this was a tragedy for my 2nd Great Grandparents, who, thank heavens, had children before the war, or after, so that here I am, a product of all eight of them.

“The Civil War” as we call it in America, was fought between April, 1861 and April 1865. Many issues entered into the conflict, but the overriding matter of the day was slavery, especially the expansion of slavery into the western areas of the growing United States. Altogether, eleven  Southern States of the United States seceded, decided they no longer wanted to be a part of the United States of America, but wanted to join together as the Confederate States of America, often called the Confederacy, the South, or the Rebels. The United States forces were called the Union, the Yankees, or the North! After four years of battles, burning, and destruction, Wikipedia reports http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Civil_War that there were an “estimated 750,000 soldiers and an undetermined number of civilian casualties. One estimate of the death toll is that ten percent of all Northern males 20–45 years old, and 30 percent of all Southern white males aged 18–40 died.” We genealogical researchers in America have all probably noticed the many, many widows and fatherless families on the 1870 and 1880 censuses due to this terrible war. 

The Confederacy lost, the slaves were freed, and the South had to slowly rebuild and learn a new way of life.  After the war, almost everyone in the South was poor, their confederate money was no good.  Even the plantation owners were “land poor,” unable to afford to hire their former slaves or other workers to work their large fields!

This is the world in which I find my 2nd Great Grandparents living. For some reason, this was a shock to me. Until I started my genealogical research in 2012, I cared little for history, I am sorry to admit.  A person with a Master’s Degree, I did poorly in history classes, as they only meant dates and event names to memorize to me. Why didn’t someone ever explain to me that my family was there? It wasn’t just the movie “Gone With The Wind” that I should have modeled my scant knowledge of the Civil War upon–of all historical events. Did my parents really not know that their 1st Great Grandparents fought in the war, or was it that they were so busy surviving the depression and World War II, that history paled in comparison. Now that I am more aware, I am trying to correct that situation by writing stories of our ancestors and how they participated in and were affected by historical events. Now I know, that their participation in those events, affected me and my family’s choices in life, experiences in life…let me give you some examples:

Robert_E._Lee, public domain Wikicommons (1)

Robert E. Lee, public domain, Wikicommons

Growing up in Richmond, Virginia, the former Capital of the Confederacy, with statues of Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis, Stonewall Jackson, and JEB Stuart adorning our major thoroughfare, Monument Avenue, one could not help but feel a sense of pride in being “Southern.” Stories were everywhere, and the pride of being Southern lay not in the reality of the war, but in little girls’ visions of verandas and sweet tea, white gloves and hoop skirts! It had nothing to do with slavery, especially since even in 1960, when I was eleven years old, blacks were pretty much completely segregated from whites.  As a white child, I didn’t know it should be different, I am sorry to say. By the time I was six, I knew the “Rebel Yell,” which we used to summon our playmates when we went outdoors to play. The South was highly glorified of course. As I grew up, I learned that there was so much more to the story, of course.  My genealogical research helped me truly understand.

One of my four maternal 2nd Great Grandfathers  was Robert Kerse, an Irish emigrant arriving in America in  1850 at age 18.  He married and had three of his ten children by 1861, then fought in the Civil War as a Confederate, protecting his own city of Richmond, Virginia.  His one and only horse was shot out from under him! Right on Fold 3, a genealogical site for military research, I can find his muster roll sheets, and letters from his superiors attesting to the fact that his horse was shot out from under him in battle, and that his claim against the US government after the war, to get a new horse, should be honored.  Oh my gracious!

Robert Kerse– in the U.S., Civil War Soldier Records and Profiles, 1861-1865
Robert Kerse
Rank at enlistment:
State Served:
Service Record:
Enlisted in Company B, Virginia 2nd Infantry Regiment.
Index to Compiled Confederate Military Service Records

Another maternal 2nd great grandfather, James Steptoe Langhorne, called Steptoe, was blind, but owned a huge, 13,000 acre plantation in Patrick County, Virginia. His family stretches back to Jamestown. He did not fight in the war obviously, but he did have the experience of having the Yankee forces steal his horse! The story, involving Steptoe and his daughter Fannie  was originally told to me by my cousins. (cousins found through genealogical research) brothers, and Fannie’s grandsons: Harvey Langhorne Spangler and Dr. Daniel Patrick Spangler, PhD)     

“At the time Miss Fannie Langhorne was ten, and the Civil War was being fought, Stoneman brought his Yankee army from Tennessee down what is now the J.E.B. Stuart highway. In passing they annexed one of Mr. Langhorne’s horses which happened to be his favorite. He, though blind, accompanied by his small daughter Fanny, insisted on following the army to Stuart in search of his horse. There the captain agreed to allow him to retrieve his horse if he could recognize him. Mr. Langhorne set Fanny to hunt the animal. After walking down the long line of horses hitched to the racks along the road and back again, she was unable to find him. On her return, however at one side, away from the rest, she saw her father’s mount and immediately squealed in delight. Mr. Langhorne was led over to a tall roan mare, not his, but near the one Fanny had discovered, and told to see if that were his. Fanny squealed to the contrary, but Mr. Langhorne turned to her and said, “You don’t understand the joke”. Then his hand was placed on another, his own; this time he said, “This is my horse, but not my bridle”.   (If you’d like, you can find this story here: http://www.mtnlaurel.com/mountain-memories/406-fannie-langhorne-spangler-an-interview-from-1935.html) That took courage and audacity, on his and young Fannie’s part!   

My third maternal 2nd great grandfather, William W. Stoops also served in the Civil War. He served in Company G, 21st Regiment, Virginia Cavalry.  It was made up of older men who could not do the long marches so it was a cavalry that stayed close to home to protect railroads, bridges, and mines.

My fourth maternal 2nd Great Grandfather was an Italian Immigrant, Louis Botto. It looks like he arrived in America perhaps about 1844, and he and his wife, my grandmother, Catherine Revaro Botto, had their first child in Richmond, Virginia, in 1857. I believe he had a brother named Frank Botto, and we can clearly see Frank registered to fight in the Civil War. Unfortunately, although I can find Louis Botto in the 1860 census, I’ve yet to find him anywhere else, except that his wife is listed in the phone book as the widow of Louis Botto and by 1866, she has remarried.  I wonder if Louis was killed in the war? Did he get sick and die? Did he leave the family, as I find Louis Bottos in several other areas of the country? I still have a ways to go in my research to prove this.

While part of my mother’s family traces back to Jamestown, the founding colony of America, as you can see, my family is a melting pot of nationalities. So as I grew up “basking in the glory” of being a “Southern Belle” (not really, not from age 12 on), what about my paternal side?  I did realize, as I grew older,  that my father’s side of the family were Yankees.  Not only that, when I started doing my genealogical research, I discovered that my father’s  Grandfather, my first great grandfather, Lewis Jacob Youngblood, 1846-1919, fought in the Battle of Petersburg,Virginia, as part of a New Jersey Cavalry Regiment!  After the war, he came back and lived in Petersburg where he had fought, because supposedly he “thought it was such a beautiful area.”  This past year, one of my cousins’ found Lewis’s discharge papers from the Civil War!  I got to see them as well as his sword, and his gun, all owned now by different cousins!  Kay Youngblood Fuller, my cousin, owns not only his discharge papers, but found his own journal which explains that he was an IRS tax collector for the Federal Government, and that he readily foreclosed on farms, and often bought them himself–farms in the Petersburg area– when recovering Confederates were unable to pay! What a way to get revenge on your enemies! He was a carpetbagger! My own Great Grandfather was a carpetbagger! “In United States history, a carpetbagger was a Northerner (Yankee) who moved to the South after the American Civil War, especially during the Reconstruction era (1865–1877), in order to profit from the instability and power vacuum that existed at this time.”   –http://www.history.com/topics/american-civil-war/carpetbaggers-and-scalawags–also the source for this illustration below:


One cousin told me that when Lewis moved to Petersburg, he joined the local Methodist Church, Gary’s Methodist Church.  They say he was so hated, that when he came into the church and sat down, the whole congregation stood up and moved to the other side of the church! My poor grandfather and his siblings had to grow up this way! How would Lewis Jacob  feel to think that 100 years later, he had a great granddaughter who prided herself in her Southern heritage!

Youngblood, Lewis Jacob, discharge papers from Civil War

-for pictures of Lewis Jacob Youngblood’s rifle and sword from the Civil War, see my blog post at https://heart2heartstories.com/2014/11/05/lewis-jacob-youngblood-1846-1919-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-44/


Hugh Jackson Hogue, 1825-1870, Pennsylvania is my 2nd great grandfather on my father’s side, and is of Scottish descent. He, along with his son, my great grandfather, Robert Fulton Hogue, 1850-1924, also fought at the Battle of Petersburg, and Robert came back to settle there as well! Robert was underage, only 15,  when he joined his Dad in Petersburg, and served as a bugle boy, a water boy, and took care of the horses. In later  years,  Robert’s daughter, Helen Blanche Hogue married Edwin Spear Youngblood, son of Lewis Jacob Youngblood, both children of Yankees who relocated to Petersburg, Virginia, both families members of Gary’s Methodist Church.  Had the fathers met in the war, or did they meet in church when being shunned by others?  What would it have been like to grow up in a small southern town, a yankee revenue agent for a father, just after the Civil War? How is it that Edwin  and Helen’s son married a Southern girl from Richmond, Virginia? Of course, she was only partially a  “Southern girl”–she, my mother, was Irish and Italian also, and proud of those heritages.

My other two paternal great grandfathers did not participate in the Civil War, one, Edwin Speer whose ancestors hailed from the Netherlands and Germany,  was too old, with the next generation too young. The other was a German emigrant, Gustavus Voelkler who only arrived in America about the time the Civil War was ending. Lucky them.

Again, the melting pot is evident. Dad’s family includes Scots, Germans, and Netherlanders mostly. Mom’s English, Irish, and Italian mostly. It always amazes me! The Kerse’s of Ireland, were originally the DesCearsais family of France!

One hundred fifty years from now, 2015, will be the year 2165. It’s possible I will have a 2nd or 3rd great grandchild who is my age by then. What will I have done that they might discover that will affect the way they think of me, or the way they think period, the way they regard history? Wow, that’s a humbling thought, yet now I know that my ancestors affected history, they fought, they struggled, they were there. They have affected me by sharing their beliefs, their courage and strong wills, their desire to make a difference–traits I feel in myself today!  

Would I have been a Confederate or Yankee if I were alive during the Civil War?  If I were a child, of course, I’d have done whatever my family did, and possibly been a southern Confederate. However, after all these years of being proud of my Southern heritage, I could never support slavery…so I suspect I would have been a Union sympathizer if not an outright flag waving Yankee! I see this same type of civil strife continuing everyday of my life. Our country in 2015 is about as polarized between the Democrats and Republicans as it was in 1861! Some even think we’re moving again towards a Civil War! While I feel very strongly about my political views, would I pick up a gun and shoot someone over it? I can’t imagine!  I might get angry at a neighbor or family member who believes so very differently from me– that doesn’t mean I don’t respect their right to have those views, just not to force them on me. Having strong beliefs can lead to conflicts, broken families, even wars, I see it in my own family, and in our world.

What might your descendents think of you, of your lifetime? –our lifetime? It’s a lot to consider, but our genealogical research leads us to these questions.

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Interesting Phenomena in Our Family Trees–Traveling Through Time Together? Coincidence? Six Degrees of Separation? Part 3—The Burgesses and Pryors


In this series of blog posts, I’ve been discussing connections to my neighbors found in my family tree. Having moved into a cul-de-sac about ten years ago, it has amazed me that I have discovered either relationships, or connections by marriage with several of my neighbors! All of us were new to this neighborhood, and new to each other. I had never done any genealogy so we became acquainted through shared interests and proximity, then I discovered the genealogical connections.

My next door neighbors were a delightful couple, named John and Dora Burgess Pryor. John was an accomplished genealogist at age 92! He’d been researching for years the old-fashioned way– no internet! He and his wife had traveled the towns and states, and spent many hours in libraries and courthouses, poring over tax records, marriage and death records and the like. They’d walked cemeteries and taken copious notes!  I was impressed with what John had accomplished and he inspired me to think about creating my own family tree.

Many of my readers know I have severe heart disease and can’t walk far or stand long. I had always loved to garden, but unable to bend over or stand for any length of time, I thought my gardening days were finished. John was  in his nineties as mentioned. He could not stoop or bend over either, so he sat on the ground and scooted or crawled to where he wanted to go, gardening up a storm!  I watched him work and again was inspired! If this 92-year-old man could sit on the ground and garden, I could too! What a pair we made. Other neighbors got used to seeing us crawling around our gardens! I loved it, and hadn’t had as much fun in years–playing in the dirt! We both had beautiful flowers to show for it as well. Not that we could take all the credit! John’s wife Dora was quite a bit younger than John, and she could and did work rings around both of us!  She was the true gardner! Her yard was spotless and beautiful! I didn’t even try to keep up, just tried to enjoy what I could do. My own husband didn’t consider himself a gardener, but he was the labor end of our efforts! Dora and I became great friends! Unfortunately, John passed away a few years ago, and even though he has left a hole, we love Dora with a passion! John passed away shortly after I started my own genealogical work, so we had only a couple of opportunities to compare notes! What a loss.

Just like with the Voorhees and McLaughlins, it wasn’t long until I was seeing Pryors and Burgesses in my tree! What’s up with this?! My neighbors thought I was crazy as they heard me saying again, “Dora, I think we are kin to each other…and I might be kin to John as well! LOL Like before, I asked Dora to let me work on her tree a bit so that I could check out these things I was finding! The “coincidences” are amazing in my book, and unfortunately, I can’t even remember them all! I wasn’t thinking I’d ever write about them, so I noted them, talked about it with Dora, then went on with my research.

But look at this. As you know, my paternal grandmother’s line is Hogue on one side. Hogue is Scottish, and Pryor is generally English in origin. However, I found the name Pryor all over my Hogue family tree! My neighbor John was named John Hamilton Pryor. Right there in my tree was a John Pryor Hogue, a Pryor Hogue, and a John Hamilton Hogue! My neighbor John was born and reared in West Virginia, and I could trace my Hamilton Hogues right to West Virginia! I could never quite prove the kinship however.  After John passed, I took a dna test to aid with my genealogy research. As I learned more about the Hogue dna, I discovered that the Pryor and Hamilton Hogues were not  in my Hogue haplogroup! Hard to believe, but definitive. Nevertheless, what are the chances we’d have these name connections moving in next door to each other from different states and backgrounds?

Dora and I not only shared the love of gardening, we became red hatters together and played like there was no tomorrow!  She and Linda and I shared our strong faith as well, we were great “pray-ers”!  Dora and Linda were avid volunteers in the community, at their church and in other endeavors. I couldn’t believe the blessing of moving next door to such a dynamic, loving woman.

Burgess and McKay (pronounced McCoy) were her main two genealogical lines. Her McKays were from Scotland like my Hogues, and I saw them everywhere, along with Burgess!

After I got my dna done, I began to zero in on my exact relationship to her Burgesses! We shared a third cousin! However, we were kin to that same person  by opposite sides of the family, so we were still only kin by marriage. But, hey, it seemed amazing to me!

Thomas Burgess (1814 – 1871)
is your 3rd cousin 4x removed
father of Thomas Burgess
father of Thomas Burgess
father of William Burgess
father of John Burgess
son of Edward Burgess
son of William BURGESS
son of William Burgess
son of John Burgess
son of Ezar Asa Burgess
son of William Henry Burgess
son of John Edward Burgess
You are the daughter of Alton Cleveland Burgess –
Thomas Burgess (1814 – 1871)
is your 3rd cousin 6x removed
mother of Thomas Burgess
mother of Wynna Caudle Key
father of Agnes WITT
father of William (Guillaume) Witt
son of John Witt
daughter of John Witt
son of Sarah Witt
son of Abner Harbour
daughter of Moses Harbour
daughter of Joyce Harbour
son of Nancy J Houchins
daughter of Walter Houchins
daughter of Katherine Steptoe Houchins
You are the daughter of Margaret Steptoe Kerse
Thomas Burgess was born in 1814, He was one of fourteen children –so we share 14 third cousins!  LOL  Just think, 200 years ago, Dora’s family and mine were the same, our families , or our kin folks lived together in West Virginia!
If that isn’t enough, our families were together again in Jamestown, Virginia! Dora’s eighth great- grandfather, John Chew, 1587-1668, has an illustrious history in  the colony of Jamestown, Virginia, and qualifies her to join the Jamestown Society.  We can verify in The Genealogy of the Chew Family  by Robert L. Chew,published by the Gloucester County Historical Society, Woodbury, N. J. that John Chew was a Burgess in Jamestown for almost twenty years starting in 1624. He also served as a Justice for York County. Quoted from this same source: “John Chew of Jamestown, VA (1587-1668) was born in Whalley Parish, Lancashire, England. A wealthy merchant, he may have been with John Smith as early as 1607, when the first permanent English settlement in the new World was founded at Jamestown. It was certain that John Chew received land granted from the Virginia Company in 1618. He married Sarah Gale in England, and returned to Virginia in 1622 on the ship Charity, which was owned by his wife’s family. He operated a tobacco plantation on Hogg Island, across the James River from Jamestown. His wife, indentured servants and oldest children immigrated from Chewton, Somersetshire, England on the ship Seaflower to join him in 1623. John built a house, warehouse and store in Jamestown, where he dealt in wine, corn and tobacco. He was a member and secretary of the Virginia House of Burgesses. By 1642, he also owned 1200 acres in York County. When the Virginia Governor oppressed
Puritans in support of the Church of England, the family migrated to Anne Arundel County, Maryland. John used Virginia tobacco to buy 500 acres near Annapolis. When his wife died in Maryland, John returned to Virginia. He was the oldest son of John Chewe of Bewdley, Worcestershire, England.”
When you look at the history for my own 9th great-grandfather, Nicholas Martiau (blog post here), the similarities are striking and the shared experiences so strong, they surely must have been acquainted!  From John Baer Stoudt’s book entitled Nicolas Martiau –Adventurous Huguenot, we learn that Nicholas “left England and sailed for Virginia arriving in June, 1620. His construction of a fence or palisade around the Jamestown Fort helped the settlers survive an Indian uprising in 1622. He …was elected to the House of Burgesses from the colony. Later he served as a Burgess from Elizabeth City, Yorktown, and Isle of Kent. Nicholas also served as a Justice for the early court system of Virginia–with court sometimes being held in his home.”  It seems they must have known each other, I cannot imagine how they would not have.
How can we explain Dora and I moving next door to each other and becoming close friends, 400 years after our grandparents worked and played together as well?!  It certainly seems as if our families are connected. Add to that my connections to the Voorhees and McLaughlins across the street…well, what do you think?  Is it serendipity, reincarnation-traveling with our tribes, or coincidence–the definition given us saying “coincidence — a miracle where God’s presence is invisible?” Kind of feels like that to me–like a miracle of friendship!
John Chew (1587 – 1668)
is your 8th great grandfather
son of John Chew
daughter of Col Samuel Chew
son of Sarah Chew
son of William BURGESS
son of William Burgess
son of John Burgess
son of Ezar Asa Burgess
son of William Henry Burgess
son of John Edward Burgess
You are the daughter of Alton Cleveland Burgess

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Interesting Phenomena in our family trees–coincidence? Part 2, the Voorhees Family


Voorhees family, Linda and siblings!

The Voorhees Family of Maryland, with Linda Voorhees in the center (in dark blue) of her siblings. Thanks to Linda for permission to use this photograph.


Time Travel? Six Degrees of Separation? Reincarnation and traveling through life with your tribe? God’s miracle? In this mini-series of blog posts, I am exploring connections I found, especially with my neighbors, as I researched my family tree. Can you imagine what my neighbors thought as I began to say to more and more of them, “I think we might be kin to each other!” LOL Once maybe, but five times!? There are many other connections that coincide with these. It raises questions, makes me think of things I’ve only read about before!
The VanVoorhees family was originally from the Netherlands. They came to this country of America by at least 1660– when Steven Coerte VanVoorhees, born in Hees, Drenthe, Holland in 1600, came to New Amsterdam, New York. The name was shortened to Voorhees in America, with some families changing it to Voorus, Vorhis, and other spellings.
My introduction to the Voorhees family came in 2004, when I moved into a new neighborhood in North Carolina, USA, and Linda Voorhees and her husband Jerry McLaughlin lived across the street from me. They had retired and moved from the Washington DC area, Maryland to be specific. The day we first saw our perspective new house, we met Jerry McLaughlin. He was in his yard working, and we asked him a few questions about the neighborhood. His warm welcome, best wishes and most of all, his incredibly charming laugh…stayed with me and made me feel like we had found the place we were supposed to be. Little did I know how much at “home” this neighborhood would become.
Linda and I became good friends, she is one of the smartest, most giving, kind, and friendly people you could ever meet! Besides that, her past was so very interesting in that she had worked with congressmen, for the World Bank, and had an office in the White House when Bill and Hillary Clinton were there! We became good gardening friends as well and she was President of our local gardening club. We became Red Hatters together also, and had so much shared fun! I was struck by the fact that she had six sisters and one brother! My mother had been one of six sisters and one brother as well, it intrigued me how close to each other both families were.
It wasn’t until 2011 that I began to explore the world of genealogy and develop my family tree. I was truly a newbie, and knew very little about my ancestors when I started. First, I began to see the name McLaughlin crisscrossing my family tree! I even asked Jerry to let me develop a family tree for him so that I could tell if we connected! He already had a lot of family information, but said “sure”. That exploration connected with my Hogue family of Scottish descent, although Jerry was Irish. A lot of Scots of course, settled in Ireland for a period of time before coming to America.
I was exploring and cataloging my Hogue family who came to Pennsylvania in 1747 with some moving to Ohio shortly after 1800. I came across the most wonderful book titled The Story of the Dining Fork, by Joseph T. Harrison, copyright, 1927. The Dining Fork was a valley near a branch of the Tuscarawas River in the southern part of Carroll County and northern part of Harrison County, Ohio. Harrison writes this story in such a way that it covers many historical events of the nineteenth century, at the same time, he writes so personally of the citizens and neighbors that you feel you get to know them a bit! I was intrigued and read most of the book, available from the card catalog on ancestry.com. Imagine my shock and surprise when I discovered that he wrote about neighbors there, Hogues and Voorhees! Wow! Not only were they neighbors, but they were teachers and more at the brand new Scio College built in the town, later to become a Methodist college. Linda and I are both Methodists. It took some work to link these Voorhees to Linda’s family and those particular Hogues to mine! Thanks to Linda’s helping me develop a tree of her family, and many Hogue relatives helping me with my research,  we were able to determine, that the Jacob Voorhees who moved to Ohio from New Jersey, was Linda’s third cousin! Robert S. Hogue who also taught at Scio College, was not my 4th great uncle as I had first thought , but my own cousin as well! They lived and worked together in the late 1860’s, at least 155 years ago! Now Linda and I are friends in 2015. But that was just the first time I found our families in close proximity!
Continuing to work closely with a group of family researchers, I met a woman named Dorothy Hogg Moore from Pennsylvania. In studying her family tree, and how our Hoggs/Hogues were related, I made a startling discovery–several in fact. She was a Voorhees descendant! Another connection! Her family had changed the spelling to Voorus, but her line tracked right back to Garret Voorhees, born 10 April, 1761 in Monmouth, New Jersey, USA, Linda’s fourth great grandfather! That made Linda and Dorothy fifth cousins!

Voorus sisters of Pennsylvania with Dorothy on left, namesake of Dorothy Hogg Moore

The Voorus sisters of Pennsylvania. Dorothy Voorus, fourth from left, is the one who imarried Calvin Hogg, and is the namesake for Dorothy Hogg Moore. thanks to Dorothy H. Moore for permission to use this photograph.

In Dorothy’s tree also, I discovered another amazing thing.  Now, the Hogues who are on my father’s side of the family, were the connection between the Voorhees and me, but here were the Spanglers from my mother’s family—German descent Spanglers, in the family with these Hoggs and Voorus/Voorhees families! Her Spanglers definitely traced back to my Spangler ancestors! We were kin through the Hogues and the Spanglers, and she and Linda through the Voorhees. The Spanglers joined the Voorus’s in the mid 1800’s, and the Voorus’s joined the Hoggs/Hogues around the turn of the century to 1900, so we’re talking interactions again about 100 to 150 years ago! All in one family tree with a neighbor.
But I wasn’t finished yet. My maiden name was Helen Spear Youngblood. I was tracking all my major lines back as far as I could, so the Spears of course were one of those lines. In the Spear/Spier line, I have surnames Banta, Vreeland, and VanSwol among others. It wasn’t long before I ran into the surname Voorhees again! This time it showed that my 8th great-grandfather, Henrich Jansen Spier, 1619-1679, and Linda’s 9th great-grandfather, Steven Coerte VanVoorhees, b,1600 in Hees, Drenthe, Holland, Death 16 Feb 1684 in Flatlands, Kings, New York, United States, were both in New Amsterdam together. In the mid 1600’s, it’s likely they knew each other!
As I explored this time era with this family further, I found more connections with Linda’s family! Look what I wrote her via email late one night as I was researching –this connection takes us back 250 years!
Hi Linda darlin,  As you may have seen, I just wrote a blog post yesterday on an ancestor from the Netherlands, Magdelina Van Swol who married one of my Spiers, my maiden name was Helen Spear Youngblood, same line of Spears/Spiers. Anyway, the Spiers, VanSwols, and Bantas are all contemporaries (in the mid 1600’s!) in my line, so imagine my surprise when I saw Magdalena VanVoorhees married to one of my Banta cousins! Wow! They both lived in Bergen, NJ, and went to the Dutch Reformed Church there. Magdalena (1739 – 1810)) is your 2nd cousin, 8x removed (8 generations removed). Her husband Albert Hendrickse Banta, 1728-1810, is my 2nd cousin, 7x removed! that makes their children our mutual 3rd cousins, removed 7x for you, and 6x for me! LOL We keep crossing paths in this life, we were meant to be friends and neighbors I think!
Awesome! Linda and I became neighbors in 2004, we had never met before. I had never heard the name Voorhees as far as I know. Then in 2011, I started doing genealogy and wow, Linda’s ancestors and mine certainly seem to have traveled through time together! How can we explain this?  How interesting that Linda was not my only neighbor with whom this happened! In the next couple posts, I’ll outline how I found that at least four more of my neighbors’ ancestors and my ancestors knew each other! I’m thinking of Linda’s sending me this definition of coincidence–“a miracle where God’s presence is invisible.” That idea speaks to me! We might also consider, Six Degrees of Separation, Reincarnation, and Serendipity!

LOL I love my neighbors, and my family, and isn’t genealogical research fun!




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Andrew Jackson, 7th President of the United States, 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks, #45



source: commons, wikimedia.org Andrew Jackson

I always knew I was kin to Andrew Jackson; it’s something my father was very proud of, since it was through his mother’s family. My mother, on the other hand, a dyed-in-the-wool Democrat, always hedged her words carefully, indicating that he might not be the relative of whom we’d be most proud! Now I know why she’d say that. I believe politically, I’d agree with this President’s policies, but personally, I kind of doubt we’d like each other. He was known to have a temper, to even be violently explosive at times! Gracious! How could someone like that become President?
Well, he was a war hero, active in politics for years, and truly, the first “populist” President. He and his supporters formed the Democratic Party! He was the first President not born in wealth, the one the people could identify with, and him with them! Let me start at the beginning, for a brief synopsis of his interesting life.

Andrew Jackson trivia

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Andrew Jackson was born on my birthday, March 15, but over 180 years earlier, in 1767. Tragically his father died in an accident just before Andrew was born. Andrew’s father was also Andrew–Andrew Bennett Jackson and his mother was Elizabeth Hutchinson. The parents had emigrated from Ireland, but were of Scots-Irish descent and devout Presbyterians. Andrew’s older brothers, Hugh, age 2, and Robert, age 3, came to America in 1765 with their parents. Andrew was born in what is now Waxhaw, South Carolina, but both Carolinas claim him, as his birthplace was only about 18 miles south of Charlotte, NC., right on the line between North and South Carolina! At the young age of 13, Andrew acted as a courier during the Revolutionary War, as did his brother Robert. Andrew’s oldest brother Hugh fought and died in the War. The younger boys were captured by the British, imprisoned, and made to serve as servants to the British officers. One story states that Andrew was ordered to polish an officer’s boots, and when he refused, he was slashed with a sword, forever scarred on his hand and head! By the time their mother secured their release, Robert and Andrew had come down with smallpox, and Robert soon died! By the end of the year of 1781, Elizabeth died also, of cholera, which she contracted as she nursed American soldiers with that disease. So, the Jackson family  came to America pursuing religious freedom, and economic stability, and within years, all were deceased except Andrew, who became our 7th President! Some people crumble under such adversity, some are honed by fire, I would have to say, Andrew succeeded brilliantly but with a sad and very rough beginning.
As he matured, Andrew taught school, and eventually became a lawyer through his education in Salisbury, NC. He then moved to S.W. North Carolina, which is currently part of Tennessee. In fact, Andrew Jackson is credited with helping found the town of Memphis, Tennessee.

Battle of New Orlans, with General Andrew Jackson, www.history.com

Battle of New Orlans, with General Andrew Jackson, http://www.history.com

His legal work began to earn him a stellar reputation in Tennessee, and among other honors, he was elected to the Continental Congress of 1796. It appears that his highly respected leadership in the War of 1812 propelled him to National fame. He was known as the person who led the troops that saved New Orleans. Then even though he defied the orders of his superiors, he went to Florida, fought and conquered the Spanish and the Seminoles, and won Florida for America! That earned him significant fame and recognition.


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In 1824, he ran for President against John Quincy Adams. All together, there were four candidates, and no one got enough votes to win. The House of Representatives appointed John Q. Adams as President, and Andrew Jackson was furious, feeling like the voices of the people had not been heard. At that point he vowed to rid the country of the electoral college, a sentiment I’ve shared a time or two!

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Andrew Jackson was elected President of the People; the first of the Democratic party, in 1828. He was the first President to open the White House to the public. He investigated the administrators of Government controlled agencies like the postal service among others. It did not make him popular among the insiders, who thought their positions and power were secure. Jackson even called the Second National Bank a monopoly, and vetoed a bill passed by congress extending their charter for another four years. He diverted the money to banks in the States. The people loved him, and readily reelected him in 1832. The other politicians didn’t like him half as much, accusing him of being rude and manipulative. On January 30, 1835, a man named Richard Lawrence attempted to assassinate Andrew Jackson, but his gun misfired! This was the first attempt to kill a sitting President in our country. Lawrence was an out of work house painter. He said he blamed Andrew Jackson, for his loss of work, due to his dealings with the bank, and that only if Andrew Jackson died would money flow again!

When Andrew Jackson retired from his Presidency, he retired to his Presidential home in Nashville,Tennessee, named “The Hermitage”. Today the home is a beautifully restored piece of history we are told, and I for one would like to visit there. Although it tends to rank third behind Mount Vernon and Monticello for numbers of visitors, it is considered just as significant and beautiful as the others.
Just as Andrew Jackson’s personhood and Presidential practices were controversial, so are his genealogical ancestry records. For years, most experts named our 6th great-grandfather, Dr. Joseph Jackson, 1690- 1765 in Londonderry,Ireland, as the grandfather of our President. His father Andrew Bennett Jackson, 1737 is not in question. However, many more recent genealogists have made the case for one Hugh Jackson and his wife Elizabeth Creath as the grandparents of President Andrew Jackson. The Andrew Jackson Foundation which maintains Hermitage presents both lines of ancestors and states that the proof is still not conclusive to either line. In the second line, Andrew remains our 1st cousin, because the second ancestral line only changes the father of our grandfather David, not the brotherhood of him and Andrew Bennett. This family was surely well-connected, because earlier I wrote a blog post about David Jackson, my fifth great-grandfather, Uncle to the President (his father’s brother) who fought in the Revolutionary War with President George Washington, also a cousin of mine.(see this blog post)   From http://www.eupedia.com/forum/threads/30167-President-Andrew-Jackson-belonged-to-haplogroup-I1, “Andrew Jackson (1767-1845), the seventh President of the United States, most probably belonged to haplogroup I1 based on results from the Jackson DNA Project. His genealogy shows that he is descended from Richard Jackson (1505-1562) from Killingsworth, Eske, Yorkshire, England. Several members (e.g. 93323, 188015, 222633) of this lineage have been tested and they all belong to I1-M253.” Our Hogue family who married into the Jackson family is also in Haplogroup 11, how interesting!

According to our family tradition, this is my/our relationship with President Andrew Jackson:


Andrew (7th Pres.) Jackson (1767 – 1845)

is your 1st cousin 6x removed

Andrew Bennett Jackson (1737 – 1767)

father of Andrew (7th Pres.) Jackson

DR JOSEPH JACKSON (1690 – 1765)

father of Andrew Bennett Jackson

David Jackson (1730 – 1811)


Mary Jackson (1754 – 1800)

daughter of David Jackson

Hugh (twin) Hogue (1788 – 1880)

son of Mary Jackson

Hugh Jackson Hogue (1825 – 1870)

son of Hugh (twin) Hogue

Robert Fulton Hogue Sr. (1850 – 1924)

son of Hugh Jackson Hogue

Helen Blanche Hogue (1881 – 1964)

daughter of Robert Fulton Hogue Sr.

Cecil Hogue Youngblood (1910 – 1988)

son of Helen Blanche Hogue

Helen Spear Youngblood Holshouser

You are the daughter of Cecil Hogue Youngblood 


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Gardener Extraordinaire–Helen Blanche Hogue Youngblood, 1881-1964-52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks



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Could I have inherited my love of gardening from my paternal grandmother? Helen Blanche Hogue Youngblood, 1881 – 1964, was my father’s mother and lived with us until she died when I was 15 years old. She loved to garden so we always had beautiful flowers in our yard.



Grandma, as we called her, was always a bit distant but kind to me as a child. However, she had a reputation of being a no-nonsense woman. She ruled the roost, and always had for her own four children and her husband, Edwin Spear Youngblood. She was German and Scottish in ancestry, the daughter of Robert Fulton Youngblood, 1850, who fought in the Civil War. After the war her family moved to the South from Pennsylvania.  Settling in Petersburg, Virginia, they were known as carpetbaggers, and her family of six children was generally rejected by the community. There is a story passed down in the family that says when they would attend church at the Methodist church in Petersburg, people near them would rise and move to the other side of the church! Emotions ran high towards “yankees” in the South after the Civil War. Helen’s father and husband were farmers, but she and her husband lost their farm when the Great Depression hit the United States. By that time, Grandma  had four grown children, and her two sons built a house for them in Richmond Virginia. My father Cecil, bought out his brother Fulton’s half of the house after he was married, Dad’s father had died, and he decided to raise his own family of four children in the house he had helped buy for his mother and father. I spent the first 22 years of my life living in that lovely stone house.


Every spring and every fall,Grandma had a ritual. She had about 50 plants in pots that she kept in her large bedroom and walk-in closet upstairs in the stone house. Every spring we would form a line and carry every pot outside! The pots had to be lined up exactly right along the edge of the stone front porch. Every fall it was back again—up the stairs onto the tables and garden display racks. This ritual marked the beginning and end of our summers as clearly as Memorial Day and Labor Day.

  I remember the joy also, the joy of having a huge garden full of daffodils in the spring that we were free to pick and carry to our teachers, neighbors, and whoever we chose. I loved doing that. We always had snowball bushes, and grandma told us that when the snowballs fell off the bushes in May, we could begin to go barefooted outside. I can remember clearly shaking those bushes vigorously along with my brother in hopes that the snowballs would fall to the ground and we could run around outside without our shoes.

 Along our back walkway grew Lily of the Valley. They smelled so sweet as you walked from the driveway to the entrance. When I was  about 10 years old, my grandmother was President of the local garden club and they held a contest for children to create and enter a dish garden. I remember Grandma and myself  working together to design a dish garden that illustrated the song, “White Coral Bells”. I remember planting the Lily of the Valley in my dish garden along with little pebbles for the walkway which illustrated the song perfectly. Amazingly, in researching newspaper archives for my genealogical research, I came across a newspaper article about my winning a blue ribbon for that entry. What a surprise!

lily of the valley “White choral bells, upon  a slender stalk. Lily of the Valley grace my garden walk. Oh how I wish, that I could hear them ring. That will happen only when the faires sing.”

 There is so much more I’d like to tell you about this complex woman. Her mother Helen Voelkler was the daughter of German immigrants. They were a musically talented family, with my second great-grandfather Gustavus Voelkler born 1834 in Altenburg, Saxony. Gustavus owned his own music school and was principal of the music department at Dickenson Seminary in Williamsport, Pennsylvania

 Her father Robert Fulton Hogue, however, was Scottish. If he was anything like his son, my great-uncle Robert Clay Hogue, he was quiet, contemplative, and intense. There was abuse in the family and my own grandmother Helen had a history of being abusive to some people. Where did that come from? Who had the uncontrolled  temper? The German Voelklers, Youngbloods, or the Scottish Hogue’s? 

My mother always worked outside of the home as did my dad. Therefore Grandma was in charge of our family life when I was a child. I remember that we went outdoors to play in the morning and were required to be home in time for dinner at 6:00 pm. We always had dinner around the dining room table at 6 pm, you were not allowed to be tardy for fear of corporal punishment. My job was to set the table for the seven of us-Mom, Dad, four children and grandmother. After dinner, my sister and I washed and put away the dishes.  We did this everyday, day in and day out for many years. My sister had a repetitive dream that she was 113 years old, I was 107, and we lived together, and were doing dishes together still! (It makes me laugh.) She always washed and I always dried and put things away. The boys of course were required to do “boy’s work” like mow the grass, empty the trash, and work on the car if need be. With four children in the house, however, there was always fun to be had no matter what else was going on.

 Grandmother had a keen sense of smell. She was almost deaf, and nearsighted. But we all knew she could smell trouble. Since our parents left early for work, we  children would catch the school bus and go to school on our own. I remember one day, when my little brother was in nursery school still, and my older sister was off in high school, but Cecil and I went to the same elementary school. That morning we missed the school bus because we were late getting out to the stop. Instead of walking to school as we could have and should have, we decided to play hooky. Instead of staying outside and playing all day somewhere away from the house, for some reason we sneaked back into the house and hid in our parents’ closet. At lunchtime, after Grandma went upstairs for a nap, we sneaked out to get something to eat. Not thinking about grandma’s keen sense of smell, we cooked some Campbell’s soup! Not only that but we carried our bowls of soup into the closet along with our crackers and drinks. Our parents would have killed us if they had known!. We cleaned up the kitchen but just as we were slipping back into the closet with our soup, down the stairs came grandma! We could hear her searching from room to room as she muttered under her breath, “ I know I smelled something, there was something cooking, what could it possibly have been? It smells like something’s burning.” She was looking behind every chair and curtain . We froze in the closet –sure of imminent discovery. Amazingly grandma did not find us that day. We were very lucky and we knew it. My brother and I agreed that our skipping school days were over, and that it was easier just to go to school! I can only laugh when I remember the trauma/drama of that day.

 Today I love my flowers. In the spring and summer I rush outside every morning anticipating what new bloom I might see! I usually have my camera with me. But it’s also interesting, that while I am quite nearsighted, and slightly hard of hearing, I also have a keen sense of smell. Could I truly have inherited a love of flowers and a strong sense of smell from my grandmother? Better to enjoy the magnolias, the gardenia, and the Lily of the Valley, say I! Thank heavens I do not have an anger issue and have never been abusive. I do believe we have broken that cycle. The  issues of dna, and nature versus nurture are interesting ones, but I already  know, as I explore my own gardens, that I inherited this interest from my paternal grandmother. It is a gift I appreciate greatly. 


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Robert Hogg’s DNA Came Back! Is the Mystery Solved? –52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks


On March 10, 2014  I wrote a blog post telling you about  my family’s Hogue research group on Facebook, where we were waiting for our cousin Ron Hogue”s DNA results to solve the mystery of the ancestral line of my fifth great-grandfather, Robert Hogg, b. 1724 in Scotland. Well, the RESULTS CAME IN!  On March 20,2014, Dwight Hogge, administrator of the Hogg DNA project, posted this for our facebook/research group:  

“Good news, the first 12 markers of Ron’s DNA are available. The information on the FTDNA web page is incomplete at this time, indicating that it is hot off the press, but I can tell where Ron’s data fit in. He matches the data in the cluster of Hogg lines that I have always referred to as “Hogg 11 cluster no. 1”. This is a large group of Hogg lines with matching DNA that I have not been able to connect using records. Several (about 6 I think) are here in the USA all with different immigrant ancestors. Some of them, however are not that early. presumably, all of these lines connect in Scotland. One of the lines has the surname Ogg. About a year or two ago, we discovered a number of family lines with DNA matching this cluster but using the surnames Hillhouse and Hillis. I note one interesting point. There is another line descending from a Robert Hogg who was born about the same as your Robert, came to Philadelphia about the same time, but did not die right off. The DNA data is on my “results: page http://hdhdata.org/hoggdna/results.shtml with the “11 cluster no. 1” at the top of the list. This contains the first few successful Hogg DNA matches that I found in the first few months after starting the project. Note that the conventional viewpoint is that Scots with 11 DNA are descendants of the Vikings as compared to Scots with R1b DNA which are presumed to be descendants of ancient British stock, presumably the Picts  and the ancient Irish Scots. I don’t think this tells us anything about the Ettrick Shepherd connection. I don’t think it provides evidence for or against the theory.
This table displays all the Y-DNA results, all the tests done, in this Hogg DNA Project. The data are presented in Y-Search order and according to Y-Search calibration standards. Click here to go to the summary page where you can find discussions and analysis of the results of the project.”
Looking at the results page, you can see that there are 19 families listed  in the haplo group 11, cluster #1, one of whom is our Robert Hogg, b. 1724. (I have an interesting story to tell you in an upcoming blog post, about that Robert Hogg, b. 1721, in the same 11 haplogroup as us.  I am close friends with, and now cousins with one of his descendants! I didn’t know!) Our group’s DNA matches all of these 11-1 folks between 93 -100%!  That means, we can research each of these 19 matches and see if we can trace their ancestral line and we should find our own! Besides that, we discover that several Hogg families changed their names legally, because they didn’t like the name and the teasing of being a Hogg. Therefore some descendants who got their DNA taken were surprised they weren’t a Church, a Hillis, a Hillhouse, or even an Ogg, but really a Hogg!  Some of these Hoggs are in the USA, some in Scotland–collectively they hold the key to our ancestral roots! If you are a Hogg family member, if you do not see your DNA results, you can leave me a message below and I will do my best, including consulting Dwight, to let you know where your branch of the family fits in the chart.    
Hogg flying
Getting the results back was thrilling, and frustrating all at the same time–thrilling because we now know a lot more about our Hogue line then we did before, a lot more! Frustrating because it didn’t tell us exactly who the parent’s of Robert Hogg, 1724 were, nor the ancestral line. There was so much information with all new technological language, that there was a steep learning curve!  Dwight Hogge was very patient with us however, and took the teacher’s role in leading us through realizing how much wonderful new information we had! He explained that DNA provides the proof for us of family connections.  When you look at the results chart, you can see that our family (labeled “desc. of Robert Hogg, b. 1724, Scotland, d. 1747, Chester Co. PA.”) are in the haplo group 11 cluster 1, as Dwight told us. Even though we have had the same difficulty tracing our ancestral line with records as Dwight reports experiencing, the DNA doesn’t give us all the answers either. However, it does give us a lot more clues! 
One thing you might have been wondering is –just what is a haplo group? This is how Dwight explained it to us: “A haplotype is one’s individual DNA signature… Haplotypes are classified by haplogroup. A haplogroup is one of the branches in the human family tree describing the evolution of people from the “out of Africa” migration to the present. Each branch in the tree is established by a specific DNA mutation (an SNP) that occurred in one person and was then inherited by all of that persons subsequent descendants.  The population of western Europe and Great Britain is about 70% R1b (haplogroup), about 25% 11, and about 1% each in about 5 different relatively rare haplogroups. I am discussing the Y-DNA (male) haplogroup tree. There is a totally separate but similar mitochondrial (female)DNA haplogroup tree.”
I want to thank Ron Hogue again, my fourth cousin, for submitting his DNA so that we could learn so much about our line! In the last post,I showed  you my brother’s and my Hogue line descending from Robert Hogg, b. 1724. Today I want to show  you Ron’s descendancy chart, so you can see where we differ if you ‘d like, again you can see my chart here.  Ron gave me this picture of his Dad and him, and his great-grandfather John Leland Hogue.   His Dad is now deceased, yet Ron knows how much his Dad  would have loved to learn all this about the family!
Robert Hogg (1724 – 1747)

is your 5th great-grandfather
son of Robert Hogg
son of Robert Fulton Hogue
son of Hugh Hogue
Hogue, John Leland
son of Samuel Hogue
son of John Leland Hogue
son of Jesse Eugene Hogue
RonHogue and his dad
You are the son of Durwood Leighton Hogue
In case you’re wondering how we are 4th cousins:
Helen Spear Youngblood Holshouser

is your 4th cousin
father of Helen Spear Youngblood
mother of Cecil Hogue Youngblood Sr.
father of Helen Blanche Hogue
father of Robert Fulton Hogue Sr.
father of Hugh Jackson Hogue
son of Hugh Hogue
son of Samuel Hogue
son of John Leland Hogue
son of Jesse Eugene Hogue
You are the son of Durwood Leighton Hogue
I predict that it will not be long now before we have identified our  Hogg family line in Scotland. Afterall, we have our research group of cousins working away, one of whom I neglected to mention in the last post, and who was pivotal in raising awareness of our orphaned line! She is the one who brought Ron Hogue into  tracing the family line! Her name is Sue Budensiek, from Tennessee,  an excellent and experienced researcher. With  our Laird Douglas Moncrieff, professional genealogist,working diligently in Scotland, we will surely have our breakthrough soon! I can hardly wait.  I truly believe the DNA provides the clues we need to discover our roots! 
The Hogg family is one to be proud of.  It is full of educators including a President of Hampden Sydney University in Virginia,  a founding trustee of UNC Chapel Hill, a governor of Texas, a famous minister, or several like Moses Hogg in Virginia. The list just goes on and on, letting you know they were a smart, resoureful group of people.
I hope you have a great week, and have fun discovering more of your own family history! Helen
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Robert Hogg–Will DNA Solve His Mystery? 52 ancestors in 52 weeks


Port of Philadelphia, mid 1700's,

Port of Philadelphia, mid 1700’s, from http://www.eyewitnesstohistory.com/passage.htm

Robert Hogg was my fifth great-grandfather, through my paternal line. His story is very adventurous as told in The Genealogy of the Jackson Family prepared by the Rev. Hugh Parks Jackson with assistance from the Rev. Hugh Hogue Thompson, DD, and James R. Jackson, Esq., published in 1890. This book is available in its entirety in the card catalog on ancestry.com. Robert Hogg’s son Robert Fulton Hogue grew up to marry Mary Jackson, cousin of Andrew Jackson, and thus the inclusion in the Jackson genealogy.

This is the story of Robert Hogg as told in chapter one of the Jackson story, by Hugh Hogue Thompson, D.D. in 1890: (note: Covenanters were Scottish men and women who refused to renounce their personal covenant with God and go back to the Catholic Church. They were willing to fight and die for their right to worship freely.)

“The Hogues were of Scotch origin. Their Scottish name was Hogg. The name was changed after they reached America, under the impression that was the American pronunciation.They resided in the highlands of Scotland and belonged to that sturdy race of Scotch Covenanters who were made to feel the iron hand of persecution in the days of Bloody Mary. The family of which our great-grandfather was one, consisted of nine brothers, all of whom resided in the same neighborhood, and were identified with the covenanters.  On a certain occasion they, together with many of their friends, were assembled for worship in one of the glens of the mountains, and were surprised by a company of the persecutors. They fled from the presence of their foe, and hid themselves in the mountains. This was the last meeting of these brothers. They were never permitted to reunite in this world. Robert, our immediate ancestor, secreted himself for a time, and after enduring much suffering and many privations, succeeded in getting word to his wife and child, and after many delays and disappointments, disposed of his property, reached a seaport and took ship for America, and after a tedious and perilous passage landed in Philadelphia about the year 1755. The other brothers remained in Scotland. We have no trace of their descendants further than, we learn that the author of “Hogg’s Tales of the Persecuted Covenanters” was a descendant of one of these brothers, and the Rev. Dr. Hogg of the Egyptian Mission, was a descendant of another brother.

    Robert Hogg after reaching Philadelphia, only lived about two weeks, leaving his wife and child, three years old (who was named Robert) in a strange land, and among strangers. His widow with her child, soon made their way out to Chester County, Pennsylvania where she procured a farm with  money brought from Scotland.  She subsequently married a Mr. Patterson by whom she had several children. …In 1780, Robert Fulton Hogue (the son) married Mary Jackson.”

When I started researching my Hogue family line, this is pretty much all I knew, except of course that my brother and  father carried the Hogue name as middle names, and that my paternal grandmother had been Helen Blanche Hogue daughter of Robert Fulton Hogue. This is my and my brother’s decendancy chart:

Robert Hogg (1724 – 1747)

is your 5th great grandfather
son of Robert Hogg
son of Robert Fulton Hogue
son of Hugh Hogue
son of Hugh Jackson Hogue
daughter of Robert Fulton Hogue Sr.
Helen Blanche Hogue
son of Helen Blanche Hogue
Cecil Hogue Youngblood
Cecil Hogue Youngblood, Jr.
You are the son of Cecil Hogue Youngblood Sr
Cecil Hogue Youngblood, Jr. Portrait
I did have one other resource before I hit my computer to start my searching for information, and that was a document written by my cousin, Helen Hogue Colley, my father’s generation, the granddaughter of Robert Fulton Hogue, 1850 whom she knew personally. She gave these booklets out at a family reunion when I was about 12 years old. Most of her information is great in that it catalogs the names and birth dates of everyone in Hugh Jackson Hogue’s  branch of the family as of her writing in the late 1950’s. As to history, she basically repeats the information given in the Jackson Genealogy, except for two most important pieces of informtion that we find nowhere else! She says the first immigrant, Robert Hogg was married to Mary McNair and that their son’s name was Robert Fulton Hogue! As far as I know, this is the only place Robert Hogg’s wife is named, or his son acquires the name Fulton. 
Unfortunately, there apparently are mistakes in both accounts. Of course, I think almost all of us doing genealogical research consider our work as “work in progress”. It is perhaps as complete and correct as we can find records and /or family stories to support at the time of our writing. As technology improves, as records are sorted out and made available, more accuracy and knowledge is possible. However, with all the looking and searching I did, I could not prove the name of Robert’s wife, which is very controversial, nor could I prove where in Scotland he came from, or who his parents, siblings, or grandparents were! There were many other Hogues/Hoggs/Hoges/Haigs in the United States, but I couldn’t prove my kinship to any of them, because I needed to know more of his line! After hitting my head on a brick wall for a long time, researching and getting nowhere, I read a blog titled Moore Genealogy  by Charles Moore, and his post about knocking down brick walls. In his post, Charles recommended using DNA as the ultimate weapon to break through brick walls.  Since I had worked on ancestry.com a lot for my research, I had already considered doing that. Reading this post however gave me the motivation to actually do it! 
      Having my DNA done on ancestry.com has been a phenomenal blessing in my life! Not that it broke down so many brick walls necessarily, although it did help, but it gave me cousins! In the last six months or so since I had my DNA done, I have perhaps met a hundred or more cousins–and I have at least 4000 more matches to explore! LOL  Many of them I now talk with daily on facebook! I love it! As far as the Hogue family in particular, I was thrilled to find several cousins in my exact same  Hogue line, and some that I was kin to by DNA, according to the results, but who were in a different line of Hogues, Hoggs, or Hoges that I knew nothing about!  It was so exciting!  Unfortunately, I still could not find the complete ancestral line for my Robert Hogg, b. 1724, and realized I could find no one else who knew either!  I decided to recruit a research group and invited a group of Hogue cousins and researchers to come together and see if we could first identify Robert Hogg’s parents,brothers and ancestral line and second identify the true name of his wife which seemed split between Mary McNair and Margaret Wilson! 
The search was so exciting!  Getting to know my cousins was so much fun as we worked and searched together!  We learned a lot as well! One of our major blessings as a group came to us by recommendation and that was one Douglas Moncrieff, Laird Douglas Moncrieff, who lived in Scotland, and was an experienced genealogist who was currently volunteering his services to help people do Scottish research!  I tell you, that man deserves a medal  for all the help he has given us!  Six months we’ve worked I believe–with probably four of those at high-speed intensity! We searched every site we could imagine, read wills, tax records, censuses, military records, anything and everything we could find here and abroad!  Several times, we thought we had found Robert’s immediate family, but every time , it would be wrong! We now know, thanks to Douglas, that there were 116 Robert Hoggs born in Scotland between 1700 and 1740! Throw in the upheaval of the historical times in Scotland, with Covenanters being arrested and often executed in the field–so many did not register their marriages or their children’s births.  
In our research group, we had family members from California, Connecticut, Wisconsin, Florida, Alabama, North Carolina, Virginia, Kansas, Colorado, and more! It was amazing! Mae Ware of California had done original research in Pennsylvania as well as other places. She provided us with a great deal of original information including a will that convinced us that our Robert Hogg had actually come probably in 1746 and died in 46 or 47, not in 1755! Then the birth certificate we found for Robert Hogg, son of Robert Hogg with no mother listed but dated,  Birth:  3 Nov. 1743 in Kilmaurs, Ayrshire, Scotland, seemed like the most correct that we found!  If they arrived in 1746, he would still be three years old as reported in The Genealogy of the Jackson Family.  Donna Miller of Connecticut found tax records along with the ones Mae had which pieced together a picture of the Patterson family leading to our conclusions of the name of Mary or Margaret’s second husband and her Patterson children. Donna also found a huge piece of information–where exactly Robert Fulton Hogue, b. 1743, d. 1824 was buried, giving us those exact dates to confirm our conclusions! We discovered that James Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, was the author of the Hogg’s Tales, and several of his family members came close to fitting our first Robert, but just not quite! Douglas helped us identify Dr. Hogg the Egyptian missionary and backtrack his ancestors–close, but still no golden star! We were despairing! Douglas was becoming THE EXPERT on the Hogg family in Scotland!  However, try as we might, we could not verify Robert’s ancestral line! 
When what did I discover–and wished that I had discovered six months earlier, but a Hogg family DNA project that had been in existence for at least five years! I “met” one of the administrators, a Henry Dwight Hogge. He explained to me how we might learn a lot about our ancestors if we could have a male from our line give a DNA sample. He had identified five distinct lines of Hoggs/Hoges/Hogues!  He knew he did not have a sample from a group descended from the Ettrick Shepherd.  One of our group, Ron Hogue from Wisconsin volunteered and gave a DNA sample.  Our first preliminary results are due back by March 28! I can hardly wait to see what we find out! The male DNA is supposed to go straight back, like an arrow, to all the men in their line!  We should be able to tell if we belong to one of the already identified lines, or if we belong to a different one!  According to my autosomal DNA on ancestry, I match several of the different groups that Dwight has identified.  I am so interested in what the YDNA says!  Will we discover who is our real Robert Hogg?   Who are his parents and grandparents? Who is his wife? Where was he born for sure? Stay tuned–we might  know in a long two and a half weeks! I will let you know!  
Meanwhile, have a great week, until we meet again! Helen

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Hogg/Hogue/Haig/Hoge—what’s in a name? Robert Fulton Hogue, 1743-1824, 52 Weeks 52 Ancestors Challenge, #2

Hogg Crest

Robert Fulton Hogue was my fourth great-grandfather. He was the first Hogg/Hogue in our family line to come to America and grow up here. His story intrigues me, because he had a very rough beginning in life, yet grew up to establish an incredibly intelligent and hard working  line of descendants who cover the USA from shore to shore! Thanks to DNA testing through ancestry.com, I have now met some of those Hogue cousins, and we are working together to try to identify Robert’s correct ancestral line in Scotland! It is fun and has added a layer of joy and family to my life that I never expected! Flag of Scotland

According to the “Genealogy of the Jackson Family “ by the Rev. Hugh Parks Jackson, assisted by Rev. Hugh Hogue Thompson and James R. Jackson, (available in total through the card catalog at ancestry.com) Robert came to America as a three-year old, only child of Robert Hogg and his wife. We have yet to solve the puzzle of whether his mother was Mary McNair as named in some family records or Margaret Wilson according to others—we are working on that! Immigrant ship picture for ancestry


We are told in our family history, that  Robert Hogg the father, born about 1725 in Scotland, was a Covenanter. A Covenanter was basically a Protestant—generally a Presbyterian, who was willing to fight the Catholic rulers for their right to worship according to their own “covenant” with God. Most of the fighting took place in the 1600’s, but we are told Robert last saw his eight brothers while hiding out in the highlands of Scotland where they were  worshiping one Sunday morning when the soldiers attacked! After hiding for days or weeks, Robert made his way back to his wife and son, and they boarded a ship and sailed to America! Sadly, Robert Sr. was in a weakened state already and we are told he died two weeks after landing in Philadelphia, Pa. His young wife took the money they had brought with them, and made her way to Chester, Pennsylvania where she bought some property, remarried, and established a home for her son. It was about this time when the name was changed from Hogg to Hogue, reportedly thinking that would facilitate the more correct pronunciation of the name.  What a remarkably strong, courageous woman she must have been! All we know is that she remarried a “Mr. Patterson” , and that they raised a large family before his untimely young death, leaving our Robert Fulton to help raise his younger half brothers and sisters! We do have this wonderful picture of Robert Fulton’s and Mary Jackson’s son Hugh’s family farm in Pennsylvania–

Hogue home in Pennsylvania belonging to Hugh Hogue and Mary Patterson

Robert Fulton married Mary Jackson, first cousin to President Andrew Jackson, in 1780 (when he was 37 years old, she was 26). They had ten children together, and forty-eight grandchildren! Mary died in childbirth in 1800. In 1814, Robert Fulton moved to Belmont, Ohio with his children and some of his half siblings. He died there in 1824, where we just recently discovered his gravestone giving us his correct birth date! He is buried in the cemetery at Taggart”s Presbyterian Church along with many others in his family.

There is so much more to this family story, and I will try to add more as time goes on and as we uncover more facts. We are told in several sources that Robert was highly respected and liked. One thing I have learned in our groups’ multitudinous research… is that those Hoggs/Hogues/Hoges were smart individuals! Some of them came from wealth, but they worked hard and became ministers, professors, great planters and merchants! It has been amazing to discover the varied life pursuits. Through DNA testing also, we have learned that we are kin to other lines of Hoges/Hoggs/Hogues in our country to whom  we previously did not know whether or not we were related.  We have to find our connection to our Scottish line to understand our kinship. We have a very talented Scottish genealogist working with us now, Laird Douglas Moncrieff, and together I am sure we will find our elusive line!

If you’d like to join our research group, just let me know. If you want to know more, let me know that also. In our group we have people from California, Wisconsin, Connecticut, Colorado, Virginia, North Carolina, and Florida…and I am sure I am missing some places! When you look at Robert Fulton and Mary Jackson’s  ten children, in our group are descendants from four of them! Five months ago, I knew about 10 of my Hogue relatives, now I know of hundreds! What a joy!

Here’s wishing you well in your own family searches, its worth it! Helen



 Robert Fulton Hogue, b. 1743 ,Kilmaurs, Ayrshire, Scotland, d. 1824, Belmont, Ohio, USA·


Mary Jackson 1754 – 1800


Robert Hogue 1782 – 1844

David Hogue1784 – 1872

James Hogue 1785 – 1865

Elizabeth Hogue 1787 – 1864

Hugh Hogue 1787 – 1880

John Hogue 1790 –

Margaret Hogue 1792 – 1884

William Hogue, 1795-1840

Mary Ann Hogue 1798 – 1838

Baby who died at b Hogue 1800 –




Robert Fulton Hogue (1743 – 1824)

is your 4th great grandfather
son of Robert Fulton Hogue
son of Hugh Hogue
son of Hugh Jackson Hogue
daughter of Robert Fulton Hogue Sr.
son of Helen Blanche Hogue
You are the daughter of Cecil Hogue Youngblood Sr.


Our grandfather crossed the Deleware and fought with George Washington!–David Jackson

     David Jackson, 1730 to 1811, my fifth great grandfather, emigrated to Pennsylvania in 1762. He and his wife Elizabeth Reed, came with their four children, one a newborn. They left Derry, Ireland, a place besieged with war and conflicts for years, and came to America, where he joined in war again to protect his new country! Courageous and brave was this Irishman! He actually fought in the Revolutionary War under George Washington and was wounded in the Battle of Trenton. 
    David was the half brother of Andrew Bennett Jackson who was the father of our Seventh President, Andrew Jackson, making that President my first cousin, six generations removed! David’s daughter Mary was my fourth great grandmother and married Robert Fulton Hogue/Hogg my fourth great grandfather.  Robert Hogue had emigrated from Scotland with fighting for religious freedom a background in his own family. 

Washington Crossing the Delaware is an 1851 oil-on-canvas painting by German American artist Emanuel Gottlieb Leutze. It commemorates General George Washington’s crossing of the Delaware River on the night of December 25–26, 1776, during the American Revolutionary War.

      Our Grandfather David Jackson, must have been on one of those boats with George Washington, crossing the Delaware on Christmas night in 1776! Don’t you think he would rather have been at home with his wife and four children warm in front of a fire! Instead…look at this story I found on ancestry.com:
“In 1776 the Revolutionary War began, and ended in 1784.Some time during the first year of the war David Jackson entered the service of the Colonies under General Washington, and was in the battle of Trenton December 25, 1776, in which he lost a hand. The particulars are as follows :Washington and his army crossed the Delaware River in the night, when the river was running full of ice. The attack wasmade upon the British very early in the morning in the midst of a blinding snow storm. Quinton Anderson, James Ewing and David Jackson were comrades. In the midst of the battle, theywere standing together. James Ewing was very much down in spirit, and said, he felt that he would be shot before night. David Jackson and Q. Anderson were talking to him and trying to cheer him up. But, while they were talking, a cannon ball came along, killing James Ewing, and struck David Jackson’s gun and broke it in two pieces, and cut his wrist nearly off.  He immediately wrapped his lacerated and bleeding wrist with his pocket handkerchief, picked up the barrel of his gun, and leaving the stock, he walked to an oxcart loaded with wounded men,,mounted it, and with one hand drove it three miles to a place of safety. This circumstance ended his soldier life, but he often held up the stump wrist to his grandsons and said: “Boys,never disgrace the flag of your country! Never!”—from “The Genealogy of the Jackson Family -1890” by Hugh Parks Jackson

As it turns out, There were two Battles of Trenton, and according to my cousin Andrew Kyle Galloway, “There were 2 battles. The one in which David Jackson lost his left hand was not on December 26, 1776, but rather the second battle of Trenton which occurred on January 2, 1777. Historical records show only a few casualties on December 26. There were a few that fell in the snow during the march from exposure to the cold and only a few others whose names are known. But the second battle had many more casualties, the number is disputed but David Jackson’s name and the fact that he lost his hand from a cannonball is listed in the History of Chester County Pennsylvania.” Thank you Andrew for this correction. 

Battle of Trenton by Charles McBarron from Wikipedia

“The Battle of Trenton took place on December 26, 1776, during the American Revolutionary War, after General George Washington‘s crossing of the Delaware River north of Trenton, New Jersey. The hazardous crossing in adverse weather made it possible for Washington to lead the main body of the Continental Army against Hessian soldiers garrisoned at Trenton. After a brief battle, nearly the entire Hessian force was captured, with negligible losses to the Americans. The battle significantly boosted the Continental Army’s flagging morale, and inspired reenlistments.

The Continental Army had previously suffered several defeats in New York and had been forced to retreat through New Jersey to Pennsylvania. Morale in the army was low; to end the year on a positive note, George Washington—Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army—devised a plan to cross the Delaware River on Christmas night and surround the Hessian garrison.
Because the river was icy and the weather severe, the crossing proved dangerous. Two detachments were unable to cross the river, leaving Washington and the 2,400 men under his command alone in the assault. The army marched 9 miles (14 km) south to Trenton. The Hessians had lowered their guard, thinking they were safe from the American army, and had no long-distance outposts or patrols. After having a Christmas feast, they fell asleep. Washington’s forces caught them off guard and, after a short but fierce resistance, most of the Hessians surrendered. Almost two thirds of the 1,500-man garrison was captured, and only a few troops escaped across Assunpink Creek.
Despite the battle’s small numbers, the American victory inspired rebels in the colonies. With the success of the revolution in doubt a week earlier, the army had seemed on the verge of collapse. The dramatic victory inspired soldiers to serve longer and attracted new recruits to the rank” –from The Battle of Trenton, Wikipedia
Again, I stand amazed and humbled by the history in my own family, I would love to hear some of yours. 
Until we meet again, I am wishing you always and only the best, Helen