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JAMES AGNEW complete file

December 21, 2010

This is the current file of information I have on James Agnew. The only for sure place I KNOW is our James Agnew begins w/ his marriage in 1879. All else comes from many various documents & records, as well as a family letter.

File on James Agnew, my great-grandfather

James Agnew b. July 10, 1841

I rec’d a letter from Norma Agnew ________, daughter of Gertrude Agnew, my grandpa John Agnew’s twin sister, years ago. In that letter, she lists his birth date definitely as July 10, 1841. This is the only record I have of his birth date, as it never shows up anywhere else, so far. I once wrote Norma when I started researching family history again. The letter did not come back, but I rec’d no reply. She used to communicate w/ my mother.

1850 census, James should be 8.

Shows up in Fulton, Hamilton County, Ohio census, a James age 8. He is listed at bottom of census page, name showing incorrectly as “Agnewe”,

Family is further up the page: James age 38, “ship carpenter”, b.Ohio, (1812?)

Mary (“H.”?) Agnew, age 22, b.PA, (1828?)

Alfred Agnew, either age 1 or 7 (can’t read the age),

SAMUEL AGNEW, age 72! b.PA (If he is 72, he was born 1778)

Further research on Samuel Agnew brings me to one who was a physician & died of dysentery— but supposedly in NOVEMBER 1849. Record says, “persons who died during year ending June 1st, 1850. In that case, it cannot be the Samuel Agnew in the 1850 census which was done Aug.2, 1850. Very frustrating.

—Where do this James & Mary go from here in 1850?

1860 census

William Agnew, no wife, with James age 18 (b.1841-42), Ann  age 15 (b.1845), and Jennet age 12 (b.1848). Living in Hamilton County Ohio, P.O. FULTON.

Jennet shows up in later records around Cincinnati area, as “boarder”. (records from Cinci public library)

Public library says a William Agnew died in 1868—don’t know where they got this record?

1870 census

A James “A.” Agnew is married to a Mary C. Agnew in New Albany, Indiana. They have 2 children, Annie age 5, and Clith age 3. He says he “drives a team”.

(IS this a different James Agnew, born same year as ours, in Ohio & ending up in New Albany the same as ours?? Did Mary & children die in a fire or something??)

1879: OUR JAMES AGNEW for sure, married Carrie Bybee, in New Albany, Indiana. James is in his late 30s, Carrie is 18 years younger than he.

1880 census

In New Albany, James and Carrie live at 207 Market St., and have a 2-month-old son, Robert, born in April. James was unemployed 3 mos. of the past year & lists himself as a painter. He says his parents were both born in England. Carrie lists her father as born in Indiana, her mother in Kentucky.

They later have: Fred (b.1883), Edward (b.1886), and John Wesley and Gertrude Myrtle, twins, b. Aug.17, 1892.

John Wesley is my Grandpa Agnew, father of my father.

The 1890 census was destroyed in some fire, I believe.

He is listed in 1888-89 city directory of New Albany as a painter at 117 East 4th St.

In the 1900 census, the twins are 7 years old. Carrie is listed as “Clerry”. She is 40, James is 58. They have been married 21 years. He lists his own birthplace as Ohio, July 1841. He says his father was born in Virginia, his mother in Germany. I think he is flat out lying.

They live at 323 East 4th St., New Albany, IN.

James Agnew dies from a 20-ft. fall off a ladder, where he was painting a house with his son, June 27, 1906. It says his injuries were so extensive, he only lived a few minutes after falling. He had a fractured skull, several ribs and his arm were broken. In this death record, his birthplace is listed as Indiana (*I don’t think so.) His father’s NAME is listed as JAMES AGNEW. Mother’s name and birthplace are listed as UNKNOWN. Carrie is not listed, but she was still alive. She may have already been committed to the Madison County Insane asylum, which is where she died in 1916.

On his gravestone it lists his birth date as July 7, 1841. This may be where the date came from in the family letter.

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I’m about reaching my limit on James Agnew. It is too confusing & frustrating. I need to hire an expert.

In an 1850 census, an 8-yr-old James shows up, at the bottom of a census page. He belongs w/ a family further up the page. He was somehow left out in their first interview, evidently, & added as an afterthought. A * beside his name links him to a bunch of Agnews further up the page: James, age 38; Mary A. age 22; and Alfred, age 1 or 7 (can’t read it).

There is also a “Samuel Agnew” age 72.

In the transcription, Agnew ends up as “AGNEWE” for little James, as the lady writing his name puts a curly-Q at the end of her “W”.

So I thought I’d research James & Mary, & perhaps Samuel.

In NO 1850 census search do these James, Mary &/or Samuel Agnew show up…….. on their own……… I do not know what that means. I also search for James, Mary and Samuel Agnewe just in case. Nothing. Are their names transcribed somehow differently? Who the heck are they? Why is James at the bottom of the page? I am at a loss.

At some point, our real James Agnew says his father’s name was James. Could this be his father? (They are in Hamilton County, Ohio.)

There are 3 JAMES AGNEWs born about the time this “father of little James”, who immigrated to America when they were around 30 years old. One was from England, one from Scotland, one from Ireland……… Nothing else is told in the immigration record, so it’s not enough to connect any of them. But more than likely, our James could be one of them. If I could find that one of those 3 James Agnew’s then went to OHIO, that’s probably our guy.

What this DOES tell us is that there are at least 3 James Agnew’s who immigrated to the US, and who were all born about the same time. Each of them would have a different family line emerging.

It’s very frustrating. One thing I need to do is see when he first shows up in New Albany, Indiana. That is just one more clue, because that is the ONLY place I KNOW that is OUR real James Agnew– the one in New Albany. (So any record of our James Agnew has to connect with whenever he entered New Albany.)  The first record I have of OUR REAL James Agnew that I KNOW is our James Agnew, is his marriage to Carrie in 1879. He was 38. (The question mark is his life before age 38.) 

 

This is the last I will share about our James Agnew for awhile. He likely served in the 2nd infantry regiment of OHIO, in the UNION Army, which formed near Cincinnati, at Camp Dennison. They signed up for 3 years.

James signed up on 27 July 1861. They fought many battles throughout KY, TN & GA, the last one in 1864. They were released from service 28 April 1864. James Agnew is listed as surviving the war.

The only bit of information that does not gel is, he is listed as age 19. Our James, according to the birthdate on his gravestone, would’ve been 20. This is not significant, because his birthdate when he enlisted, is said to be “about 1842”. So it is not exact.

The entire story of the regiment with all the battles fought, is something I have. If you want a copy, I can send it. (Saved as a file.)

There is a “James A. Agnew” listed as living in New Albany, married to Mary C., w/ children Annie & Clith, by 1870. Then our James shows up as marrying Carrie Bybee, 20 yrs. his junior, in 1879. Same person?? First family disappear somehow?? This is why I have to look in the New Albany city directory, which is only in New Albany public library.

I do have his gravesite and gravestone photo.

Agnew family history

December 20, 2010

Well, if this is correct I found a distant relative in the first census ever done, & he owned 2 slaves. In Rockingham, North Carolina, a John Owen, great great great grandfather of my Grandma Mary (Reid) Agnew. I wonder how he might feel about my Kenyan-American son-in-law?
 
It’s all very confusing. I’ve worked on leads on James Agnew all day long & they led to nowhere. There is a new lead that his father was also named James Agnew & not William. There is a James Agnew married to a Mary Agnew, w/ a son James, in Ohio. Interesting point is James, age 8 in 1850, which fits our James, is listed kind of as an “afterthought” at the bottom of the census page. The * next to his name leads further up the page to James & Mary. James & Mary have another child either age 1 or age 7 (can’t read it), named Alfred.
 
Confusing part is I’ve never run into James & Mary before, & in 1860, there is a James Agnew 10 yrs. older (age 18 now) living with William Agnew (no wife), in the Cincinnati area.
 
Both entries are near Cincinnati, in Hamilton County Ohio.

Graul family history

December 19, 2010

This is from my husband’s side:

addressing my kids here:
Albert Graul is your dad’s grandpa Graul.
 
His parents were Henry and Mary (Schneider) Graul.
 
Mary’s given name was Maria.
 
Maria’s parents were: JOHN and ANN (Barber) Schneider.
 
In the 1870 census, Maria is 16 years old, as she was born in 1854.
 
JOHN, her father, was 64 years old in 1870. ANN, her mother, was 39.
 
Maria had an older sister, Mary, who was 22; and an older sister Martha, in 1870.
This means that when the first child, Mary, was born, the father, John (Johann, actually), was 42 yrs. old and the mother, Ann, was 17.  Johann was born in Germany. So Albert Graul was German on both sides……. from the GRAUL side and also his MOTHER’s (Schneider) side. Ann Elizabeth Barber was born in NEW YORK.
In the 1850 census, a “Calvin D. Barber” and his wife Nancy, lived next door to Johann and Ann, & they had their 1st daughter, Mary. (Maria was not yet born.) I’m guessing Calvin and Nancy are Ann’s parents. CALVIN and JOHN (Johann) ARE MILLERS. Johann 2o yrs. later has property valued at $20,000, in 1870………..

family history

December 17, 2010

This is a good place to post family history to come back to later. Perhaps someone will make a book of it someday. My part is doing the research.

Shadrack Turner, 1720-1784, Virginia. Evidently some kind of person with a position in the community. This is an entry about him. I don’t even understand what I am reading, some sort of public record:

Source Information:

Ancestry.com. A history of Henry County, Virginia : with biographical sketches of its most prominent citizens and genealogical histories of h [database on-line]. Provo, UT: The Generations Network, Inc., 2005. Original data: Hill, Judith Parks America.. A history of Henry County, Virginia : with biographical sketches of its most prominent citizens and genealogical histories of half a hundred of its oldest families. unknown: unknown, 1925.

Index to enrolled bills pertaining to Henry County in the general assembly of Virginia from 1776 to 1910.

“Shadrack Turner for use of his horse and 9 diets to Captain Robell’s Camp Company ordered out against the Tories: also for 4 diets and 15 lbs. Fodder to Colonel Crockett’s regiment.”

Shadrack is the great-great-great grandfather (through her mother, Cora Belle Owens) of Mary Frances Reid Agnew, my grandma Agnew.

I notice another person seems to always appear alongside him: Meshack Turner. They are also listed in Magazine of VA Genealogy,v.23n1, under “Lankford’s List, for “Oaths of Allegiance, 1777, Pittsylvania County, Virginia, p.6.” 

The magazine was publ. actually in 1985, a historical magazine for the purpose of genealogy records. FASCINATING, these are “OATHS OF ALLEGIANCE” that swear loyalty to the Commonwealth of VA. and RENOUNCES allegiance to King George III! Anyone who refused to take this oath were subject to being disarmed, could not serve on juries, hold office, sue for debts, or purchase land.

family history

September 21, 2010

In 1900, the parents of Cena, Martin and Trena (Trenje) Brink, were living on a farm they rented in Wayne Township, Tippecanoe County, Indiana. Martin was born in 1857 in Holland, Trena in 1858. They were both 42 at the time of the 1900 census. They had 3 daughters living with them, Martha, Clara and the baby, “Sennie” (Cena). They also had 2 servants living w/ them, Dick Brink  (a relative) and Charley Seatson. Two older daughters, Fannie and ______ (I forget her name) had already moved out, and they had 2 OTHER children who did not survive. (I wonder if any were boys.)
 
 They had been married 21 years and in the States for 18. Martin was a “farmer”. (My relatives never say anything else.) They could read, write, and speak English. Cena was 8 years old. She was born 9-21-1892. (Actually this census says 1891, but her legal records say 1892. Either one could be correct.)
 
— just taken from ancestry.com 1900 census.

family history

April 26, 2010

In a few minutes today on ancestry.com, a record of my great grandfather’s passage on a boat popped up. His first name was Wopka. He left Amsterdam for America on Christmas Day 1889, headed for Roseland, Illinois. My grandfather was born there 4 yrs. later. He traveled 3rd class. If he had sailed on the Titanic 20 years later, he would not have survived.

Another interesting random fact: HIS grandmother, Tilke Hylkema, was supposedly born AT SEA near Indonesia! Fascinating stuff. (This came up from someone else’s family tree.)

Veteran’s Day Nov.11th

November 11, 2009

geo pl in france

George Plantenga was my grandfather, my mother’s father. He was the oldest of 11. His family never celebrated his birthday, I think because he was conceived nearly 4 mos. before his father married his mother. He had nothing to do with that, but his father was a mean, old Dutchman. That’s the truth. My grandpa hated his father. Once my grandpa was grown and left home, he would come back and visit his mother but not his father. He once came home and found his mother, my great-grandmother, crying in the kitchen. School was ready to begin, and she didn’t have enough money to buy the children shoes. So my grandpa went out and bought all his younger siblings a pair of shoes to start school in.

I have many stories about my grandpa which I will not tell tonight, but he joined the Army when he & his buddies thought they would get a better deal than waiting to be drafted, was sent to France and then sent behind German lines on a mission, partly because he could understand Dutch, which was close enough to German. He & 2 buddies went behind German lines. George, my grandpa, was the only one who made it back out alive. For this, he earned the nickname, “Lucky”. I have his hand written story he wrote many years later, “Twenty-one Days Behind German Lines.” Just 1 story in it is about stealing an ambulance, wrapping his head in bandages to act like he couldn’t speak, and going into a German food bar where they gave him some whiskey and bread for free.

He came back to the States, as it happened, on his brother’s wedding day and couldn’t find any of his family members at home. Someone finally told him they were all at the church for his brother’s wedding! My grandma, Cena, who was waiting for his return to marry him, heard someone say, “Here comes George!” and she didn’t believe them. It was her fiance. She said more people surrounded him at the reception than they did the wedding couple.

my mother’s birthday

August 29, 2009

momYesterday would have been my mother’s 87th birthday. She died shortly before her 85th. She kept saying that year, “I don’t think I’m gonna make it to my birthday.” She died at the end of June, 2 mos. before.

Just thinking of some ways to look at her life. She was born in 1922, our father in 1918, at the end of WWI, which her father fought in and spent time behind German lines. Her father, my grandfather, returned home on the day of his brother’s wedding. His jubilant arrival back in town and no one was there to meet him. In fact, it was like the Twilight Zone; he couldn’t find anyone! Someone told him they were at the church, so he found his way there and, as my grandma told it, “People spent more time gathering around him than the wedding couple, at the reception!”

My mother was the oldest of 3 children. Two brothers were born after her, but were quite a bit younger. It seems my mother was truly pampered to the extreme. They were POOR, however, in a 2-bedroom house, my mother got her own bedroom? Bizarre. They lived through the depression and my grandma told about stitching clothes together and re-doing them to make them fit. My grandpa worked tons of different odd jobs, at one point going to work for the WPA, which from the way grandma told it, was rather embarrassing. He worked as a car mechanic, a night watchman at Purdue, and many other jobs. They lived in one house on Morton St. their entire lives, my grandpa putting in the indoor bathroom and building the garage. They always had a beautiful flower garden in one corner of the yard.

My mother remembers taking baths in a tin tub in the middle of the kitchen floor, hot water boiled and poured into it for the scrubbing.

Raised in the Dutch Reformed Church, later named Christian Reformed (but most members, all of whom I was related to, had names like Huizenga, Wierenga, Plantenga, Vanderveen, Vanderwielen, to name a few). My father was raised Baptist, so when the 2 of them got together, to the horror of their parents, they decided to be Presbyterian.

In my mother’s era, a white, middle-class woman quit work when she got married. Though both quite poor growing up, my parents soon fit into middle class professional life with my father’s career in academia the center of their attention. My mother was quite a fast typist, always thinking she might return to that skill to earn some money, when her kids were raised. By the time she really considered it, her skills hadn’t been used in many years and computers soon became the norm.

My mother cooked and cleaned, every day, large, multi-roomed houses we lived in, as my father’s career soared. He ended up in many Who’s Who of Science and Engineering volumes. She kept house, and entertained friends. Many nights I watched my parents laugh and talk with friends, serving small dinners or snack food and many margueritas. My father often played Dixieland jazz, which he loved. On these evenings, he would laugh a lot, letting off steam from the stress of the job and his life. My sister and I would sometimes get asked to dance for their friends, something I never really wanted to do but was too young and immature to say no thanks, I don’t want to. We were shown off, cute little dolls to be paraded past their colleagues.

My parents, though, had true friends. Some of the couples were their true friends. I loved when my dad could relax and just spend time at home, be fun-loving and giving us lots of attention. Home was the gathering place — not some bar or restaurant downtown. My home with my dad was full of music, people, laughter, much of the time. Weekends would be football games and golf tournaments on tv. But my parents were home, enjoying themselves. Many Saturdays and weekday evenings, the dining room table would be strewn with academic papers of all sorts and my dad at one end of the table, working his way through them. He did this in his home, with kids and all of their problems running around him all the time. When I had a problem with homework, it was always okay to take it to him and interrupt his own work. He never refused. Never told me to go away, ever. Looking back now, that is amazing.

We all lost ourselves and who we were after his death. I can’t blame just my mother for the way it affected her — turning to alcohol. We all were completely lost without him and never recovered. But life goes on. And life is good. My mother then went back to work, in a Ponderosa steakhouse, where she wore short shorts and a cowboy hat; and then to a laundromat, where she stayed for 20-some years as the lady at the laundromat. They one day closed the place, with no warning whatsoever, and then she had a nervous breakdown of sorts, and spent a month in the hospital for depression.

In many ways, my mother was a totally amazing person, surviving her husband’s untimely, early death at age 50; overcoming alcoholism (eventually), never taking another drink after treatment; and then overcoming clinical depression to return home and be quite content in her home, with her cat, even when she was on oxygen 24/7 and became winded from walking from her living room to her kitchen. She stayed at home. She made peace with her God, prayed a lot and wrote in her journal — a tool she learned while in the hospital for the depression.

My difficult relationship w/ her was mostly due to her never-ending discontent with whatever it was that I did. When she was hospitalized for depression, I went there nearly every night for the month. But nothing was ever good enough from me, for my mom. For some peculiar reason, I was the one who never satisfied her. And I was the only one in town, my sister and brother having moved away many years before. Because of that, they never had the relationship with her that I did. But I am at peace knowing I did absolutely everything I could and beyond, especially in the last few years. Everything and beyond. I have no regrets.

So they were married 25+ years, then she survived another 35+ years without him. She dated some scuzzball men in those years, partly due to her ignorance of relationships, partly due to her own nievete, and her dependency on needing a man to tell her what to do. To a woman like my mom, a woman was never complete without a man. Men were to take care of women. She always expected that and never felt comfortable running a household without a man. Later this attitude somewhat transfered onto my little brother. It never mattered what I would say, but if JIM told her to do something — then it must be right. Not Jim’s fault but just the way she was. I remember a day she suddenly looked at me and said, “You know, lately I think that I just don’t even NEED a man!” I looked at her and said, “Well that’s good, mom, you are 80 years old.”  🙂 

She loved Purdue basketball and would watch all the games on tv, upset w/ us if we didn’t. She always wanted me to come over and watch a game with her. She also watched the news and had her favorite news casters! She was really quite informed of everything going on in the world, from her own living room. She adored a new car and leased new cars to the end. Near the end of her life when she couldn’t go out for very long at a time, and wasn’t supposed to drive, she would literally get into her car in the garage, open the garage door, back the car down to the end of the driveway, get out of her car and get the mail, and drive it back into the garage.  

So this was a stream-of-consciousness addition to my blog, 2 years after my mother’s passing. 3 of my nuclear family members are now in the next world, 3 of us still here, and one of them has no association with the other 2 of us. But I feel there is nothing I can do about it.  marti a week prior to her passing

accomplishments of Indiana trip

August 7, 2009

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Family history: Found and photographed my parents, grandparents Plantenga, great-grandparents Brink and Plantenga, grandparents Black, gravesites. The Brinks and older Plantengas I had to find.

2) Spent time w/ Raven and Caspian. Though I lost my temper at Caspian twice, which I am disappointed in myself for, it was a good visit. Also spent time w/ Jasmine, even without the boys, which was unusual.

3) Got the boys to summer BAHA’I camp. It was a joy. Raven enjoyed his age group, Caspian enjoyed his classes, they both enjoyed swimming. They enjoyed it so much, they stayed overnight 2 nights w/ Julie & Jeff & kids. Bless them for that. Caspian showed a marked improvement in maturity over last year. There were 2 declarations of faith at camp as well.

4) Unpacked nearly ALL of Jasmine’s boxes. Wish I had a before and after picture of her living room. HA! I think I put some 20-25 boxes out for the trash.

Indiana

August 6, 2009

I have been in Indiana for a week. It feels like I should stay another week and it is very hard to leave. Jasmine’s house is still a mess, though boxes are unpacked. The computer modem is blinking that all is working, but it is not working. We think we are missing a splitter, so the phone cord going into the wall is not protected, and won’t allow the Internet to work. It has all been very difficult working in my daughter’s house, with her stuff, not knowing what is important or not important, deciding what to do with what.

It turns out we set up the computer miles and miles from the nearest phone wall jack. I saw the cable outlet and thought that’s why she wanted it set up in that corner. She knew she had a long phone line cord and figured it didn’t matter. There is no phone jack in the entire living room, so it has to run to the kitchen, if she wants it downstairs.

Nothing is settled, yet I need to start out on a 10-hr drive and let it go. I managed to take pics of the gravesites in Lafayette, in 2 cemeteries, finding my great-granparents’ graves & I didn’t know where they were. That is about all I accomplished on “family history” this trip. I’m trying to get myself in gear and hit the road. It’s going to be a later trip than the one that brought me here. I also have a headache and have not slept enough. I smell Starbucks….