tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27826456655778961822024-03-13T15:49:47.831-05:00Turpin TracesA blog for genealogists and historians tracing the Robert Newton Turpin family into the past or the present and wanting to share information.Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-74748178169876554762020-04-13T13:45:00.000-05:002020-04-13T13:45:09.343-05:00Follow-up on James R. Carter (Nov. 12 blogpost) <br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In my Nov 12th blogpost about the Iowa 10th Infantry and Thomas Benton Turpin, I mentioned James R. Carter enlisting at the same time. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><em><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">James R. Carter of Rippey enlisted as a Private on 23 August 1861 at the age of 18 in Company H, 10th Infantry Regiment Iowa<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> on 7 Sep 1861.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">James is the same age as Thomas. Carter was probably Thomas’s grandmother’s maiden name. So looking to see if there is a connection could help me. A bit of research shows there are no records of him in Greene County, Iowa in the 1860 census. I may want to scan the census in case the indexing is in error. I don’t see any James Carters in 1870 census that look like a potential match either. There is a 1890 Veteran’s Schedule which shows many James Carters. I guess this is a research project to put on my rainy day list.</span> </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Dennis Bell found the following entry for a James R. Carter in the 1860 census of Washington, Warren Co., Iowa. Dennis suggested: </span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">... he might be the James R. Carter (b. ABT 1843 in Indiana) who lived in Warren Co. IA in 1860? See the below. It appears to me that Charlotte (b. ABT 1820 in Indiana) is his mother, and that she remarried to John Epps and started a 2nd family. John and Charlotte Epps were living in Washington, Greene, Iowa in the 1870 census. John Epps was a widower in the 1880 census (Indianola, Warren, Iowa).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The beauty of cluster research! I saw that E. A. D. J. Carter</span></div>
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-18035318712437467272020-04-13T13:41:00.002-05:002020-04-13T13:44:43.022-05:00Michael Turpin's Complete Will<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In May 2016, I blogged about Michael Turpin’s will. I had found a portion of it quoted on a
website. Since that time, I have located a copy of the complete will. It names
three sons of Michael and Edith Turpin – Obediah (who seems to be the oldest), John,
and James. I have transcribed it below as best as I could. Italics are used for verbiage that I couldn't quite interpret.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In the name of God, Amen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I Michael Turpin of the County of Halifax being very sick and weak in
body but of perfect mind and memory, thanks be to God calling unto mind the
mortality of my body and knowing that it is appointed for all men once to die,
do make and ordain in this my last will and testament that is to say principally
and first of all I give and recommend my soul unto the hand of almighty God
that gave it and my body I recommend to be buried in decent Christian burial at
the discretion of my Executors nothing doubting but at the general
resurrection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I shall receive the same
again by the mighty power of God and as <i>touching</i> such worldly estate wherewith
it hath pleased God to help me in this life I give, <i>devise, </i>dispose of
the same in the following manner and form.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I give and bequeath to my well beloved wife Edith all my stock
of all kinds also my household furniture and the land which lies the other side
of the creek during her lifetime and then to decend to my son John and James.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Secondly I give to my son Obediah Turpin who
I likewise ordain, constitute, and appoint with his two brothers before named
to be my executors of this my last will and testament, the remainder part of
land to him and his heirs forever and if the rent of the said land does not pay
for the land at the end of four years then each of the boys before mentioned to
pay equally what is their due.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also
give my mill and the profits one half to wife Edith and the other half to my
son Obediah by him freely to be possessed and enjoyed and I do hereby <i>xxxxly</i>
disallow, revoke and disannull all and every other form in testaments, wills,
legacies, bequests and executors by me in anywise before named willed and bequeathed,
ratifying and confirming this and no other to be my last will and testament in
witness <i>xxx </i>I have here unto set my hand and seal this second day of
September in the year of our lord one thousand seven hundred and ninety
three.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Signed, sealed, published, pronounced,
and declared by the said Michal Turpin as his last will and testament in the
presents of us who in his presence and in the presence of each other have here
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<br />Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-53550804391734362692020-01-15T11:49:00.001-06:002020-01-15T11:52:40.648-06:00The Long Line<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">My great grandfather Newt Turpin (Robert Newton Turpin) hailed from Halifax County, Virginia. He was born there in 1821 when the Louisiana Purchase and the expedition of Lewis and Clark could have been considered “old news” by many. Yet America was still a nation composed of unconnected pieces. Linking the colonial settlements to that newly added area was a huge challenge for a number of reasons. But people moved west regardless of the challenges. It is estimated that a million citizens left Virginia for new territory after the Revolution and before the Civil War. Our Turpin family was among them and their journeys were long.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The mountains were difficult. The frontier was hazardous. The roads were few. At that point in time several routes to the Ohio River existed along the lines of the old Indian paths. Some were considered roads. But simply put, moving a family over the mountains and out into the new lands was problematic and wrought with danger. Usually a family’s supplies and cherished items traveled in the wagon. The family walked along side or rode horses if they had them. Perhaps they took a flatboat part of the way. How many miles a day could a family travel? How many wild rivers had to be crossed? How many times would a wagon break down or a horse go lame? How many encounters did people have with wild animals or the indigenous people? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Before Newt was born, several Turpin families had made their way to homes in Owen County, Indiana. Obediah and his son Thomas’s family show up in the 1820 census. Newt’s parents, John and Elizabeth, came along later -- by the time the 1830 census was taken. So, Newt was a very young child when he made the journey from Virginia.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">In the 1850s, Newt and his family headed to into Illinois. Newt’s sixth child Mary Amanda Turpin Porter was born there in 1855. By 1858, they were in Greene County, Iowa where Emma Zetta Turpin Groves, their seventh child, was born.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">After the death of Newt’s wife Sarah Elizabeth Lowery in 1872, Newt married Mary Ellen Leonard. This is when Newt “pulled up stakes” again and headed further down the line to Nebraska. The grown children in the family stayed in Iowa. The young daughters joined the journey west. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">At the age of 51, Newt had moved halfway across the continent, crossing frontier land by horse and wagon. He had to be an incredibly strong, resilient, and hopeful person to face all those new horizons. Life had to be easier in Virginia. You could always rely on a neighbor to find out how something was done. In Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, and Nebraska there were few neighbors. No one to ask!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Few stories were handed down through the generations of the Turpin family. Most of what we know has been reconstructed piece by piece from documents left behind. We don’t know the ins and outs of their travels so for that reason I would love to go back in time and experience a day or so of each of those journeys Newt Turpin took. One with young Newt and his parents crossing the Appalachian Mountains. One crossing the Wabash River with Sarah and the children. Another crossing the Mississippi River and traveling through Iowa. And finally, the with Mary Ellen trip crossing the Missouri and heading into the Unorganized Territory of Nebraska.</span></div>
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<br />Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-15197904958331185532020-01-07T15:41:00.000-06:002020-01-07T15:41:34.244-06:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This week's challenge for </span><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</b></span></i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> is "Favorite Photo."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />This photograph was taken on the Niobrara River in northern Rock County, Nebraska. The year is probably about 1920 or 1921. A group of neighbors had gathered on the ice for a skating party. My mother, Letha Turpin, is the little girl standing in front of the 7th person from the left. She was born in 1915.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The photo is timely for a January blog post. But it appears the weather was not 49 degrees like it is today in eastern Nebraska. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My mother grew up "in the country." She had only one sibling, a brother Clifford, and few close neighbors. So she truly loved big get-togethers like this. She was always ready to have company or go visit friends and family. I'm sure she was having fun on this occasion. That's why this photo is a favorite. It reminds me of her and how much she loved people. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My mother could recall many memories of the river which passed by her grandparents' homestead. The river's water was pure -- fed from springs across the Sandhills and from ice melt in the Rockies. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ice was harvested from the river in winter and stored in ice houses for use in the summer.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> She was somewhat fearful of swimming in the river during the summer. I'm sure there were rapids and some nasty currents. And of course the waters were very, very cold. But she remembered times when the young people went down to the river in summer to shoot guns. She claimed she could shoot the eyes out of flies across the Niobrara. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">That's a wide river! So I didn't believe she was that good of a shot. But it was a good tale. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span>Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-91150410034772194702020-01-02T20:35:00.002-06:002020-01-02T20:35:39.650-06:00Fresh Start<span style="color: #4a4648; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">What is<b> </b></span><i style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks? </i><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i></span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Genealogist Amy Crow Johnson has offered the idea of doing
52 posts about ancestors in the 52 weeks of 2020.</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">For more information:</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> </span><a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/</a><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Here is my first installment. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">For this one, I’ll go back to one of Newt Turpin’s younger
daughters, Leta Arvilia Turpin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve
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leaving her quiet Rock County home for life in Omaha, Nebraska, Leta seemed to
live on the wild side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After multiple
run-ins with the law, Leta left for her <span style="color: red;">FRESH START</span> in California.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Leta and Bert had a child between 1905 and 1910 according to
the 1910 census.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That child died and
there are no family stories telling us what happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In April 1910, John Alfreds was a lodger in the building
where Leta and Bert lived.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In September that
same year, Leta married John O. Alfreds, age 24, in Council Bluffs, Iowa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This relationship must have been tumultuous
and only lasted about seven years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When
Leta’s sister Susan died in March 1917, Leta was listed in the obituary as
Lettie Alfred, living in Omaha.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By July,
Leta had filed for divorce from John claiming non-support and extreme
cruelty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The divorce was granted in
August.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Apparently, John found someone new and was anxious to remarry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It must have upset Leta because she began to
make the news with frequency within months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Leta was in court in February 1918 accused of throwing hot coffee on
Agatha Zimmerman who Leta discovered keeping company with her divorced husband
John at the Metropolitan dance hall one evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The incident was reported in the January 25th
Omaha World Herald.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Leta surrendered to
police but the case was dropped when Zimmerman repeatedly failed to appear in
court and did not pursue the charges. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">When Leta’s mother died in January 1926, Leta was using her
maiden name and living in Los Angeles as Lettie Arvelle Turpin according to the
obituary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However she still had ties to
Nebraska.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1928 she was in trouble
again in Omaha.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The World Herald
reported that a Mr. Myre and a Mr. Marfisi got into a scuffle over Leta at a
pool hall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gunshots were fired and, in
the end, Leta and Mr. Marfisi were booked on charges of disorderly conduct.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Regardless, Leta ended up in California and got the fresh
start she sought. The 1930 census listed her as widowed and working as a dancing teacher. On February 20 1940 she was a resident of Los
Angeles, listed as Leta A. Turpin, the inventor in U.S. Pat. No. 2,190,895 for
Body Developing and Correcting Apparatus (see the February 25, 2012 post in
this blog).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In obituaries for brothers William and James in December 1941
and June 1943 Leta was listed as Lettie Turpin of Los Angeles. In 1946 her address was 1142 W.
Olympic Blvd., Los Angeles, CA.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Letters from her companion, William H. Meverden say that he
had to commit Leta to a hospital as she evidently suffered from dementia in the
last years of her life. Leta died 4
February 1963 in Los Angeles.</span><br />
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<br />Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-11643727367844184592016-06-28T21:32:00.000-05:002016-06-28T21:32:19.109-05:00Leta Turpin John Alfreds Marriage<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span font-family:="" ms="" quot="" sans-serif="" trebuchet="">Leta Turpin was one of Robert Newton Turpin's younger daughters, born 11 February 1888. </span><span font-family:="" ms="" quot="" sans-serif="" trebuchet="">See my 25 February 2012 </span><a font-family:="" href="http://turpintraces.blogspot.com/search/label/Leta%20Arvilia%20Turpin" ms="" quot="" sans-serif="" trebuchet="">post</a><span font-family:="" ms="" quot="" sans-serif="" trebuchet="">. Cousin Dennis Bell, who knew Leta, has found her marriage record.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The transcription:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">groom's name:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>John O. Alfreds</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">groom's birth date:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>1886</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">groom's birthplace:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Nebr.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">groom's age:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>24</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">bride's name:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Leta Turpin</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">bride's birth date:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>1888</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">bride's birthplace:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Nebr.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">bride's age:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>22</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">marriage date:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>15 Sep 1910</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">marriage place:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Council Bluffs, Pottawattamie, Iowa</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">groom's father's name:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Nelson Alfreds</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">groom's mother's name:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Ellen Johnson</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">bride's father's name:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Newton Turpin</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">bride's mother's name:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Mary Leonard</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">groom's race:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>White</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">groom's marital status:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Unknown</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">bride's race:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>White</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">bride's marital status:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Single</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">indexing project (batch) number:<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>M02660-0</span></div>
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-81429692301926437912016-05-29T13:39:00.001-05:002016-05-29T13:39:42.289-05:00Will of Michael Turpin of Halifax County<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><a href="http://reynoldspatova.org/getperson.php?personID=I547450379&tree=reynolds1">From the Reynold Friends and Families PA to VA and All Point Beyond</a></i> website:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Michael Turpin was the father of John Turpin, Sr. and the grandfather of Robert Newton Turpin. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>Halifax Co., VA, Will Bk 3, p. 96 </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Will of Michael Turpin of H, very sick and weak of body but of perfect mind,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To my wife Edith--all my stock and my household furniture and the land which lies the other side of the creek, during her natural life, and then to descend to my sons John and James. I also give my wife the mill and half the profit (the other half to son Obediah Turpin).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To my son Obediah Turpin--the remainder of the land. If the rent of the land does not pay for the land at the end of 4 years, then each of the boys before mentioned to pay equally what is due.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Executors: sons Obediah, John and James</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Signed</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Michael (+his mark) Turpin </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wit--Allen Whitehead, Benjamin Clements, Josiah (+his mark) Shelton</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The will of Michael Turpin dec'd was OR at H Court of Jan. 27, 1794.</span><br />
<br />Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-50897149478696957712016-05-28T19:24:00.000-05:002016-05-28T19:24:22.788-05:00Transcript of John and Elizabeth's Marriage Bond<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thanks to our Turpin cousin Dennis Bell for a transcription of the marriage bond of John Turpin and Elizabeth Carter. Dennis did some analysis on the ink that seemed to have bled through. When he flipped the image vertically, it turned out that ink bled from the same document, which was apparently folded in half vertically, then in half again, before the ink had dried!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Transcribed on 25 May 2016, he notes that this marriage bond appears to follow the standard wording used in many areas of the U.S. in the late 18th and early 19th centuries.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><modern stamp circa 2015></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Halifax County Circuit Court, VA</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Robert W Conner, Clerk</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A copy tested Delma W Marable Dep. Clerk</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><modern handwritting></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Turpin, John</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">to</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Carter, Elizabeth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Feb. 27th, 1797</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><original handwriting on document></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Know all men by these presents that we John Turpin & Rich. Carter of Halifax County are held and firmly bound unto James Wood Esq. governor of the Commonwealth of Virginia for the terms <unreadable word or two> in the just & full sum of $150 to which payment well & Truly to be made to the said Governor & his successors we bind ourselves & each of our joint & several heirs Executors & administrators jointly & severally firmly by these presents. Sealed with our seals & dated this 27th day of February 1797. The condition of the above obligation is such that whereas there is a marriage suddenly intended to be had & Solemnized between the above bound John Turpin & Elizabeth Carter of this County now if there be no lawful cause to obstruct the solemnization of the said intended marriage then the above obligation to be void else to remain in full force & virtue.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><witness></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A. Watlington <Armistead Watlington per the Reynolds genealogy site where the marriage bond was posted></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><signed></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">John Turpin X his mark</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Richard Carter</span>Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-45277339074692491732015-06-15T22:34:00.000-05:002015-06-15T22:34:00.609-05:00John M. Turpin and Elizabeth Carter Marriage Document<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thanks to Dennis Bell who passed along a PDF file today that he'd found while doing some Internet genealogy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This document is stamped "Halifax County Circuit Court, VA" and has a hand-written label identifying it with John Turpin and Elizabeth Carter (Newt Turpin's parents) on February 27th, 1797. John's mark and Elizabeth's brother Richard's signatures are at the bottom. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is a bit hard to decipher due to the handwriting and ink that bled through from the other side. You can tell the paper was folded into fours. We're glad to have it regardless. This was posted on the <a href="http://reynoldspatova.org/getperson.php?personID=I547450379&tree=reynolds1">Reynolds Friends and Family</a> website if you'd like to check it out further. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-35073081542609235982015-06-15T22:14:00.004-05:002015-06-16T22:02:01.748-05:00Goochey Acquittal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Revisiting the matter of the murder of Newt Turpin (see <a href="http://turpintraces.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-remorse.html">http://turpintraces.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-remorse.html</a>), I have searched for evidence that Judge Moses Kinkaid acquitted Louis Goochey in a second trial. Thanks to a genealogy friend, Susan Petersen, who this weekend posted a link to some digitized <i>Nebraska Newspapers</i> (see <a href="http://nebnewspapers.unl.edu/">nebnewspapers.unl.edu</a>) and I found a reference to the real story in t</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">he <i>Omaha Daily Bee</i>, November 26, 1895, Page 5.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The presiding judge was </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Judge Barlow, not Judge Kinkaid. In the article, the murderer's name was spelled as Goochy, not Goochey. And the article was in the Omaha Bee but not found in the local papers, perhaps due to the fact some of those volumes did not survive the years. If one just keeps looking, sometimes things finally show up!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyway, we can verify that t</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">he second case resulted i</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">n an acquittal. The original conviction was for manslaughter.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> It </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">was shown that one of the jurors was dis</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">qualified and Goochey deserved a new trial. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The theory of the de</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">fense was that the killing was excusable on </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">grounds of self-defense. T</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">he jury was out for 70 hours </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">but could not agree. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All families have a bit of folklore develop through the years, with embellishments added where appropriate to make it a good tale. And it's a challenge to track down the facts to verify them. This is not quite the same story as was told. Definitely a bit more dull. It's the exciting stories that drive genealogists sometimes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, a</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">nother question resolved!</span></div>
<br />Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-18288119442861190212015-03-04T21:59:00.000-06:002015-03-04T21:59:10.657-06:00Ice Skating on the Niobrara River<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My mother, Letha Turpin Stewart, was born on March 6 in so she
would have a birthday this week if she was still with us. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was born in 1915 so she’d be 100 years
old!</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> On my FaceBook page, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I posted a photo of my mother and
an ice skating party on the Niobrara River.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’ve shared that party photo here.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My mom is the little girl standing in the front about seven people from the left. Her brother Clifford Turpin is among the three boys close to center. He's the middle lad. Their father Will Turpin is immediately behind Clifford with the tall light colored hat. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">The party must have been near the Robert Newton
Turpin homestead which was located in Rock County, Nebraska in Township 32N, Range 18W on Section
1.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">The river was not quite at their
doorstep.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">My mom told the story of
learning to shoot the eyes out of flies across the Niobrara.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Wishful thinking but I’m sure she was a good
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-58953599584599881292014-06-22T19:31:00.003-05:002014-06-23T21:08:37.019-05:00Virginia Records for James Turpin (brother of John Turpin)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">This is from Anne Washburn of North Carolina. Anne has researched the tax records from the time period our Turpins were in Halifax County, Virginia. The following is information for </span><span style="color: #222222;">James (the elder who is a brother of our John Turpin, not the younger one who is the son). <b>Thank you Anne!</b></span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Halifax Co., VA, Deed Bk 16, p. 632, Jun 24, 1796 from James Tirpin
[Turpin] to Robert D. Milner, both of H, for 10 lbs 10 shillings, about 7 acres
in H on Sandy Cr near the Mouth, and bounded by James Powell's gate on the New
Sandy Creek Rd, sd Robert D. Milner, sd Powel's Tobacco ground below sd Powels
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Signed--James Tirpin. Wit: J. Eastham, Reuben Smith [brother-in-law of
James Turpin], Benjamin Clements, Elisha (x his mark) Towlin. Recorded Jun 27,
1796.</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Halifax Co., VA, Deed Bk 19, pp. 159-60, 6 Oct 1801, James Turpin to
James Smith, for 50 pounds current money…lying in Sandy Creek…devised by John
Turpin and the same James Turpin jointly in and by the Last Will and Testament
of their deceased father Michael Turpin…</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">p. 160, James Turpin…for the consideration of two hundred and sixty
pounds current money to me in hand paid have this day bargained and sold unto
James Smith of said County & state the following property to wit, one bay
stud horse, one wagon & five horses, one white, one sorrel & three
bays, and one negro girl named Amy, the right of which said property I, the
said James Turpin, do bind myself, my heirs, etc., to warrant and forever
defend unto the said James Smith his heirs and assigns forever. In witness
whereof I the said James Turpin have hereunto set my hand and affixed my seal
this sixth day of October one thousand eight hundred and one. </span></span></div>
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of Arm’d Watlingotn Jr., Henson Hardy, Samuel Williams. </span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">At a Court held of Halifax County, the 26th day of October 1801. The
within written Bill of Sale was proved by the oaths of three witnesses thereto
subscribed to be the act and deed of the within named James Turpin party
thereto & ordered to be recorded. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Teste John Wimbish C.H.C. Truly recorded
Berryman Green D.C.H.C.</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">From Anne: James Turpin sold his
land and all personal possessions to (likely) his brother-in-law, James Smith
(as opposed to his father-in-law who died the next year). No mention of Mary
being examined privily to confirm willingness to sell, relinquishing dower,
etc. Elizabeth Carter Turpin was routinely party to her husband’s legal
actions. Notice that this was a Bill of Sale and not the Deed of Trust (mortgage) that
James (the younger and probably the son of our John Turpin) & Jincy [his wife Jane
Mills] executed later in 1829. The older James started selling off land he inherited
from his father almost as soon as he got it. </span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Selling off everything
usually indicated that the person was moving away, often west. But, James was mentioned in a land dispute
arising after the death of James Powell. James Powell and Polly Turpin were married in 1788 and
Obadiah Turpin was the bondsman. </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Halifax Co. Pleas no. 22, p. 124, David Tucker v. James Turpin, James
Smith & Polly Powell, widow of James Powell dec’d, John, Joshua, Cary &
Polly infants under 20 and children of said James Powell, Nov. Ct 1802...land
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also mentioned with wife Mary in the 1802 estate settlement of her father,
James Smith Sr. That doesn’t necessarily mean that Mary was still alive OR that
he was still in VA. However, “a” James Turpin appeared in the tax records, on
and off, until 1812. I think these earlier records were James brother of
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the wagon under the taut and sleet covered canvas. Hannah was lying on a feather bed, one of the
three possessions she had brought from home.
Again she used buffalo robes for covers.
Doug mumbled and cursed at the slow oxen for he had hoped to get to some
kind of settlement because Hannah’s time was near. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That night they made a decision. Hannah couldn’t stand the eternal bumping and
swaying of the wagon any longer. She was ready to meet her problem alone if
they would only make camp. In the morning Doug scraped the snow from the frozen
ground and burrowed into a hill. Using
willows for a frame and covering them with “green” buffalo hides, Doug
fashioned themselves a home. Bare, gray,
clay-like walls formed three sides of the dugout and the hides served as front
and roof. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> In one corner was a crude fireplace
just big enough to hold the second of Hannah’s treasures, a Dutch oven in which
she cooked all the meals. Each day the
meal was the same buffalo or antelope meat and black coffee with an occasional
batch of biscuits or sour dough bread as a treat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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necessary chairs and tables. The feather
mattress was stretched over more buffalo hides.
Here Hannah lay until her time was near sewing leather moccasins and
breeches for Doug with her last priceless possession from her stock of three
articles. A few needles in a kit made up
the last treasure. The needles were
enormous things, one or two of bone, which were the very thing for the deer
sinews Hannah used for thread.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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was filled with smoke Hannah bore her first child, a boy. She named him for two other buffalo hunters
after they had insisted on sending back East for a complete outfit of baby clothing. Months later the clothing arrived. The dainty dresses were the first bit of
something lovely and beautiful that Hannah had seen in many months.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> The string of pack animals which followed them were laden with buffalo hides. Doug would be rid of them before long for they weren’t far distant from a trading post and fort. At high noon of a scorching hot day they saw the fort. It seemed almost to be a mirage. Neither could control themselves for happiness. The fort meant people and people meant news.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Those coming days at the fort were to be some of the happiest Hannah had had in many months. The first person she saw was her own sister, Nancy Elizabeth, who had married Doug’s brother Joseph. Here was a piece of news!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> That night there was a gay time at that small out of the way and seemingly forgotten garrison. Doug found a soldier with a fiddle and after dinner he resumed a practice he had almost forgotten through the months, that practice was playing the fiddle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Doug turned out many square dances and waltzes that night. Time after time he played “Over the Waves” and “The Lancers” as Hannah and Nancy Elizabeth danced with the officers and men. Bidding was high for the two women. Not only did their scarcity make them popular but the facts that they were young, fresh and beautiful were also points in their favor. When they were taken as partners the soldiers would pair off to form the other two couples necessary for a square dance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> It was all so gay and carefree. A happy smile strayed over Hannah’s lips as she was sleeping that night. Life had so many happy moments.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> A second winter was spent in the same cave-like hut which Hannah and Doug had improvised the winter before. This time they had company for late in the fall another brother of Doug’s and Hannah’s father had come up the river. Hannah’s father was there to take her home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Hannah had been the youngest child of his family and the attachment he had for her was the mutual feeling of companionship a father often has for his son. She had been born on Christmas day, the anniversary of the death of his only son [Thomas Benton Turpin] in the War Between the States.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> While the rest of her sisters were at home helping their mother adjust to the news and hard life caused by the war by carding, weaving and spinning, Hannah would be with her father in the fields. She sat on a box he had built for her at the side of the plow and drug her barefeet in the cool, newly turned rich, dark earth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Hannah and her father had so many things to talk about; the animals, the birds, and even the seeds they planted For these reasons he had followed her to the West in order to take her back home. Hannah loved her new life, however, the freedom and the vastness of it made life seem only more attractive. She had more to do that winter. There were candles to mold from buffalo fat, and bullets to mold.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Hannah had also become an excellent rifle shot and she used almost as many of her molded bullets as Doug did. It was not uncommon for her to look up from her work to see a stray antelope or buffalo a few rods from the hut. Each time before she left she carefully tied the small child to a post so he couldn’t follow her into the tall grass and underbrush. Hannah often brought in amazing skins as Doug did. Hannah became capable. She couldn’t return to a life where she would be expected to conform to the conventional way again.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Years had passed by. Williston was a typical, overgrown, cow town
in the main line of the Great Northern Railroad. A small dirty depot was the gateway to one of
the gayest blocks in the country. Up one
block from the depot was the district belonging to the fancy girls, the
district of saloons. This was the part
of town known to Step-Ladder Nell and Red-Top Law.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Hannah went to this part of the town
but once. Years had branded Hannah as a
woman who would work day and night for anyone in distress. It didn’t matter to Hannah who the person
was; if they were in need they had her help. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> An epidemic had broken out in the
town. One by one the black hearse slowly drove the corpses up to the little
dust-blown cemetery. The women who could
have helped were generally at home caring for some member of their own family.
Hannah’s family was no exception. Her youngest daughter was ill.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> One day the surrey from Heffernan’s
stable drove up in front of the log house belonging to Hannah and Doug
Bell. A fancy lady got out. It was a wide-eyed and open-mouthed youngster
who opened the door to the visitor who was dressed in such finery as the Bell’s
had never seen. Hannah shooed away the
children and demanded in none to sweet a voice the reason she was honored. It
was Step-Ladder Nell the woman that had come. She was ill with the plague. She
needed help. She needed Hannah.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Hannah packed up a few belongings
and climbed into the surrey with the woman. Neither said a word. The woman headed for the part of town unknown
to Hannah. The woman led Hannah up the
dark stairway of a rich and elegant house all decorated in red plush and gilt
furnishings until they came to Step-Ladder Nell’s room. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Hannah stayed for days with Nell
doing the best her small knowledge of medicine allowed her to do. On the day
that Nell died she told Hannah the story of her life. She gave Hannah a strange parting gift in the
form of a pistol which had two Notches cut in the handle. Nell didn’t explain
the notches. She didn’t have to for
Hannah knew. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> At home Hannah’s child had died
while she was listening to Nell’s story.
A story she hadn’t wanted to hear. Hannah carried her grief
silently. No matter how close to home
grief came it followed the idea that those should be of service to as many as
possible before she thought of herself or her own family.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Nell were buried almost side-by-side.
Hannah knelt to say a prayer for Nell.
Nell needed a prayer more than Hannah’s daughter did.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> A puffing train chugged up to the
same dingy depot of Williston, North Dakota and let out a bewildered group of
Negroes who stood sadly in the midst of their luggage and bundles which evidently
were musical instruments, and watched the train depart for the East. Williston was to have a dance. Doug Bell and
George Newton wouldn’t be grinding out the tunes tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Everyone in town, that is everyone
but the Negroes were in a state of commotion.
The Negroes stood to one side.
Their flat noses had an exaggerated tilt which gave them a half superior
and condescending and a half comical air.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Eight o’clock that night above the
Leon Hardy Saloon the dance began.
Hannah, her sister, Nancy Elizabeth and a few added white women were
still the belles of the ball. The
feminine population of Williston hadn’t increased much even though the town was
now on the railroad. The fancy women
didn’t count, of course. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Dance after dance went off. Lovely music, new tunes and melodies that
Williston had never heard before were included in the Negroes playing. Midnight
came and as if one the band folded up and prepared to leave before the
astonished eyes of the townspeople. It didn’t take long for someone to take the
affair in hand. Buck Bell walked to the
door with a rolling gait of a cowboy and locked the door. He shoved the key deep into the pocket of his
chaps which he pulled up over his hips as he walked toward the band platform.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> As he came near he reached around to
his left hip and drew a gun. “Now boys,” he drawled “we hired you for an
evening of music. We expect you to play
until we are through dancing. If you all
don’t care to play I’ll distribute the instruments among our boys.” Buck fingered
his gun again. It didn’t take the Negroes to long to decide. They struck up a merry tune somewhat shakily
while Buck hovered near them. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> The Negroes played until dawn and
Hannah danced every minute of the time.
She had such a gay time that evening.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Year after year went by, some
happily and some of them sad. Hannah
took them all with her chin up. Time was too short to let the passing of an old
friend, or the removal of an old landmark trouble her for long. She reserved a spot in her heart for her past
life, the friends of her younger days, but Hannah kept abreast with the
changes. She was young again with her
grandchildren. She became grandma to the
whole town. To her family in Virginia she
was a lost branch of the family tree. <i>[Note from Marcia: While the Turpin family did hail from Virginia, Hannah and herself was born in Greene County, Iowa. She and sister Nancy Elizabeth moved to Nebraska after their mother died and their father remarried. It was in Nebraska that the girls met the Bell brothers.]</i> While they were moldering in tradition. Hannah Bell was making a new
tradition, the tradition of a pioneer woman. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-66579037679409804002014-06-03T19:00:00.002-05:002014-06-03T19:08:22.012-05:00Sketches from the Life of a Pioneer Woman by Joe Wolff<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thanks to Kristin Simpson for sharing the items from the Bell family. I'll post Joe's term paper in several installments so it does not get too long for internet reading:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sketches from the Life of a Pioneer Woman<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">by Joe Wolff<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">English 102<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">May 17, 1937<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Introduction<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> The material on the following pages
is in the form of sketches. These
sketches are some of the events from the life of a pioneer woman. It could be almost any pioneer woman, but in
this case it is my grandmother, a pioneer of the North Dakota Territory. Her time as a pioneer was over sixty years
ago, but as in the case of any great movement, pioneering has become one of our
national monuments and has lived on.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> The country of several decades ago
needed women like Hannah Bell. It needed
women who had courage, the courage to give up all vestiges of a former life and
accept the hardships of a new and unsettled country. It needed women with
courage to stay at the job, the job of raising children, of caring for one’s
scattered neighbors in times of need.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Statues have been raised, books
written, and pictures painted to symbolize the pioneer woman. She represents the sturdiness of character,
the willingness to learn, and the knowledge that there wasn’t any such thing as
failure, which are qualities of all great people or worthwhile movements.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> I picture my sun-bonneted
grandmother striding forward against a strong wind which blew her full skirts
against her limbs. The wind symbolizes doubt, fear, and despair as to the
future. It was sometimes almost too
strong for her but with determination she bucked it till it seemed no more than
a breeze. I am proud of my grandmother.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> A lone spot in the bleak North
Dakota prairie lands one fall day many years ago was the covered wagon
belonging to Hannah and Doug Bell.
Crawling along only a few miles each day, the wagon pulled by a pair of
lumbering oxen bumped and lurched over the ruts and gopher holes. Hannah and Doug were going through friendless
territory. This land of ruts and holes
was indian country. They traveled along
with a sense of freedom which knew no direction.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> They were going to the buffalo
country. That was enough direction for
them. Day after day they rumbled over
the rough prairieland and night after night they spent beside the brilliant
embers of a dying fire somewhere in the midst of the western plains.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Buffalo! It was almost a magic
word. Money and food for the asking. Each
skin meant five dollars to the young couple.
Each buffalo meant fresh meat, choice pieces of tongue and steak. By their figuring it wouldn’t be long before
they would be rich. Riches meant returning
home to Virginia to start as new a life as they were starting when they turned
west. The new life in Virginia was
reclamation, trying to build up to the former position many families enjoyed
before the war. At that time the west
seemed to be the one place where one could obtain capital in a hurry. Hannah and Doug Bell were going west for
Virginia.</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> One afternoon as the glow of the
western sunset was spreading itself like a gaudy Indian blanket over the bare
prairieland, the dust laden wagon lumbered along its uncertain way. Hannah pulled tight on the reins and stopped
the slow-gaited oxen. Ahead of her was
the trunk of a lone tree with a swinging ragged piece of rope hanging from a
lone limb. Her eyes fell from the rope
to the foot of the tree where a freshly made mound and stone told her husband
who walked ahead with the cattle, that Lame Johnny, a highway man had been
lynched there a few days previously. It
was one less evil for them to look out for.
With that observation Hannah and Doug passed it off. With no sense of fear or repulsion they prepared
to pass the night by this tree. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Hannah’s time for bearing a child
was near and they could no longer use every available minute to cover the rough
country. Doug made a fire from chunks of
the tree and Hannah cooked their supper of jerked buffalo meat and thick black
coffee. That night Hannah used the mound of Lame Johnny’s grave for a
pillow. The piece of rope moving lazily
in the soft breeze drugged her tired eyes.
She forgot how weary and homesick she was. Hannah pulled a buffalo robe up under her
chin and dropped off to sleep. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br />Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-91621740528535416082014-06-01T15:49:00.000-05:002014-06-01T15:50:21.458-05:00Joe Sanford Wolff, grandson of Hannah and Doug<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px;">
From Kristin Simpson:</div>
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My uncle was Joe Sanford Wolff. He was married to my aunt Mary Elizabeth “Beth” Sheffels. He died in 2003 and my aunt died just last year. They never had any children so their nieces and nephews were like their children. I got all of the old pictures and paperwork and started finding out bits and pieces of Joe’s young life and relatives. I started coming across pictures and other things and figuring out about relatives. I have had a picture of Jacob Bell on my desk for months (just because I like it) and I finally Googled “Jacob Bell and Williston North Dakota” and fell upon your blog. <br />
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He had a sister named Roberta L. Wolff whom married Thomas Wilson – they had at least some children, but I don’t know who they are/were. His parents were George Sanford Wolff and Maud Bell. George was a train engineer and they lived in Great Falls Montana. Joe’s grandparents were Hannah Turpin and Doug Bell.<br />
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I ran across a “term paper” that Joe had written in Junior High or High School that was about Hannah Turpin and I will attach it to this email. I typed it out but haven’t checked it for mistakes. [Next post.] He also talks about a gun in the paper. I believe that we still have that gun in the family.</div>
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I also have several pictures that I think are the Turpin women. I would love to know if you have any more information about any of the photos that I send. I will have to put them into several emails because sometimes they won’t send because of size. [Another future blog.]<br />
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Joe was a fascinating man. He was extremely interested in art, history, and the aristocracy. He could tell you how any royalty in Europe was all inter-related. He was educated at Principia, University of Montana, University of Florence (Italy), and Oxford University. He lived in Great Falls Montana his whole life after spending 4 years in WWII. He landed at Salerno and Anzio Beachheads in Italy. He kept a fascinating diary during the war and I’ve been working on getting it published. It is nothing like other war diaries. He wrote about his surroundings and what the people from the country he was in were doing and what he saw. If you are interested I have started a web page for the book (which will eventually be called Ammo, Art & Anzio) the page is called JoeWolffbook.com . It will tell you a lot more about Joe there.</div>
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-31369239730714991302013-08-11T19:43:00.000-05:002013-08-11T19:43:22.171-05:00George Washington Turpen, #7<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">George is my favorite child in Jim and Janey’s family because he helped make one of the Turpin connections. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">George's </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">son Homer and my mother Letha met up in Iowa and looked for the tie our families.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What were the chances that the Turpens of Greene County, Iowa were NOT
related to the Turpins of Greene County, Iowa?</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">How we were connected was the question.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> (I think the question is answered by recognizing Jim Turpen as the older brother of Robert Newton Turpin.)</span><br />
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Indiana. Their part of the family had
not yet left Indiana. But we capture him
in the 1870, 1880, 1900, 1910, 1920, and 1930 censuses in Greene County, Iowa. In the last census, he is living with his son
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">George married Mabel Davis on 30 June 1887. George and Mabel farmed in Greene County. Their family included
Clarence A., Pearl, Verna, Homer D., Gladys, and Florence. Homer Turpen had a son Duane R. Turpen of
Kansas City, Missouri. I have not followed up on the other children.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In the 1910 census, George’s mother Janey is still alive at
age 94 and living with him. The census
listed her birth year as 1816. Many censuses confirm that she was born a Virginian but the 1910 census leaves us with a question -- what does it say???<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-18925256411605305992013-08-11T18:28:00.002-05:002013-08-11T18:29:53.906-05:00Samuel Allan Turpin, the Sixth Child<div class="MsoNormal">
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was born 5 March, 1854 near Spencer, Owen County, Indiana. He remembered moving to Iowa when he was
seven years old. He farmed southeast of Jefferson, Greene County,
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died 2 January 1927 shortly after the death of his older brother Henry W. Turpin of
Fowler, California. Lydia, Samuel’s
widow, lived until 26 July 1950. She had a brother who survived her, James Thornton of Walla Walla, Washington.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Samuel and Lydia were members of the Central Christian
Church of Jefferson and after Samuel’s death Lydia gave the church a Moller
pipe organ in his memory.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While they had no children, they were
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-27036599927226354162013-08-04T14:35:00.000-05:002013-08-04T21:43:22.397-05:00Henry Watson Turpin, the 5th Child<div class="MsoNormal">
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Janey Turpen’s fifth child was Henry Watson Turpin who was born about 1851 in Owen
County, Indiana. He came to Greene
County, Iowa with his family and they lived in Jefferson. Henry
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Emily Marie Bennett the daughter of Hiram Bennett and Ellen M. Applegate in
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in Washington Township in Greene County in 1880 and Henry farmed there. By 1895 they had moved to Grant
Township. Sometime between 1895 and
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Emily appeared in the 1930 census living with her daughter Fay and
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">George
Henry Turpin who was born in October 1876 in Greene County, Iowa. He first married Sara Alverda Gliem and later
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-4641969940280641882013-07-04T22:04:00.000-05:002013-07-04T22:04:25.155-05:00William Turpen, 2nd Child<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I skipped over William Turpen, the second child of Jim and Janey Turpen. He is discussed in a previous blog post: </span><br />
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-61495994582476256312013-07-04T21:11:00.000-05:002013-07-21T20:19:09.047-05:00Isaac Newton Turpen, 4th Child<div class="MsoNormal">
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just a few years before the family left. He probably had no recollection of what it was like there. By age 22, the family had settled
in Jefferson, Greene County, Iowa but Isaac did not stay long. He was in Iowa in 1870 and by 1880 he was in
the Unorganized Territory of Holt County, Nebraska, living near his Uncle Newt Turpin and
the other Nebraska Turpins. In the 1885
State Census of Nebraska, he had moved to Long Pine in Brown County,
Nebraska. That is west of Holt County. Finally, Isaac landed in California. He was listed in Fresno in the California Voter
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No marriage records have been found. But by the time of the 1900 census, he is
living with his wife Martha A. who was born in October 1868 in Nebraska. They had been married about 10 years. That
marriage could have happened anywhere from Nebraska to California. Martha</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> was about 20 years younger than Isaac.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They had no children so there are no families saving Isaac and Martha's history. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Isaac was engaged in farming and one of the censuses listed him as a fruit grower. The 1901 Fresno
City Directory listed him as an orchardist residing in Easton. As early as 1911, the directory showed him
residing on Effie Street with no occupation listed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Later in 1916, the directory still had him living on Effie
Street. He would have been 69 years
old. In 1916, Martha was listed in the Long
Beach, California City Directory as a widow of I. N. Turpin living on 238 Elm
Street. That could mean that Isaac died
that year and she relocated. In 1918,
she was back in Fresno on Effie Street.
Likewise in the 1920 census, Martha was living on Effie Street and listed as a
widow aged 51.</span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have not found Isaac or Martha
in obituaries or cemetery listings.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-22521943369477364992013-07-01T20:29:00.000-05:002013-07-21T20:18:37.725-05:00Luke Turpen, 3rd Child<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Luke Turpen was
the third child of Jim and Janey Turpen. He was born in May 1848 in Indiana. On 16 April 1871 he married Emily J. Babb, the
oldest daughter of Valentine Servier Babb and Lydia Crumly. Emily was born in Iowa in Dec 1847. Both of Emily’s parents were born in
Tennessee and came to Iowa before 1847.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Luke and Emily
lived in Greene County, Iowa. They farmed
in the Squirrel Hollow area and put up ice from the Raccoon River during
winters.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Luke and Emily
had a daughter, Emily C, who was born about 1877 and died young. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Emily died in
1924. Luke died a few years later in 1927. Both are buried in the Pleasant Hill Cemetery,
Greene Co., IA. Since there were no children surviving Luke and Emily, it makes you wonder if anyone has a photograph of them! I have old photographs from the Turpin family with no names written on the backs to identify people. </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif";"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-57794599207396612902013-06-27T20:25:00.001-05:002013-07-21T20:20:06.663-05:00James’ Children - Susa,1st Child<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I plan to blog what I’ve found on the known children of
James Turpen. This is a first post on
his children.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">From the www.sweetowen.net website, Nancy Jane Carter -- is this Jim and Janey?</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Susa was the first child of James and Janey (Carter). Susa was probably born about 1838 and is
indicated in the 1840 census records of Owen County, Indiana as a daughter less
than five years of age. She is a
12-year-old in the 1850 census. Since
James and Janey cannot be found in an 1860 census, when Susa would have been
22, she drops from sight in that big time gap of 20 years. That presents a research challenge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her name appears once, on a single census so it could be misspelled or shortened by the
census taker. Susa could have died. She might have gotten married in Owen County,
Indiana or Greene County, Iowa but there doesn’t seem to be any clues in the marriage
records. We don’t know where the family
lived in Arkansas but we might find traces of her there someday. It's an open project!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">James of course had a son before he married Janey
Carter. When he was married to Jane
Mills in Virginia, they had a son. Both
Jane and son are gone from records after 1830. The most likely explanation is death but this is another open project. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-30680865263436787842013-06-22T13:03:00.000-05:002013-06-22T13:03:27.962-05:00James Turpen Summary<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">James was born about 1806 and could definitely be a child of John Turpin and brother to Newt Turpin. He moved from Virginia to Indiana with John’s family, then from Indiana to Iowa with Newt’s family. He and his children sometimes spelled their name with an “e” and sometimes with an “i” but it’s the same family. Some descendants of this Turpen branch still live in the Rippey, Iowa area.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Jim’s tombstone says he was born in 1790 and died 6 Dec 1886. It’s doubtful that James was born before 1800. John and Elizabeth were married 1797. Also, various census records estimate James’ birth in a number of different years but very likely he was born about 1806 in Halifax County, Virginia. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Jim can be detected in the John Turpin household in Marseilles, Halifax County, Virginia in the 1820 census by his age – there is a son listed who is 10-16 years old. In 1827, he married Jane Mills. By 1830, he is listed as living next to John Turpin with his wife and a son under five years old. At this point, Jim is 20-30 years old. Within a few years, his wife Jane and his son appear to have died. I’ve found no death or cemetery records for Jane or the son. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then Jim and others in the family leave Virginia to settle in Owen County, Indiana sometime in the 1830s.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In Owen County, Indiana, Jim met Jane Carter and they marry in 1837. Nancy Jane Carter was born 10 Mar 1813 in Virginia. (I'm guessing that she ties into all the other Carters in the family.) The 1840 census lists him as 30-40 years old, with his wife who is 20-30 years old, and a daughter under five years old. By the time of the 1850 census, Jim’s family had grown with children Susa, William, Luke and Isaac N. Janey’s mother, Sucky Carter also is living with them. (Sookie, Suky is a nickname for Susan or Susanna.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now is when the Turpins begin to drift out of Owen County. Newt Turpin goes to McLean County, Illinois and then on to Iowa. Newt is in Greene County, Iowa in 1860 but Jim is not. He isn’t on a census in 1860 (that I can find). It’s said that around 1864 Jim and Janie moved from Indiana to Iowa, then to Arkansas in about 1869. Three years later they returned to Rippey in Greene County, Iowa. However, Jim is listed in Greene County, Iowa in the 1870 census. It seems the estimated years of James’ travels may be off by a few years but the details of where he went are probably accurate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Jim stayed in Greene County the rest of his life. He and Janey added Henry, Samuel, George, and John to their family. Jim died 6 Dec 1886 and Janey died 23 May 1910. Both are buried in Greene County, Iowa. Janey’s tombstone has her name engraved as Nancy J. Turpen.</span><br />
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Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-86673814748624483022013-06-22T10:58:00.000-05:002013-06-22T12:12:23.571-05:00State v George (More About John Epps, Step-father to James R. Carter)<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Paul Zimmerli pointed out some history about John Epps, husband to Charlotte Temple Evans Carter Epps who was James R. Carter's mother. John Epps ran a barbershop and occasionally referred to himself as Dr. Epps. He then became involved in a sordid series of events that culminated in his murder at the hands of F. W. George. Yes, it was the wild, wild west...even in Des Moines, Iowa. We sometimes forget. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For the background on this, see my May blog post and Paul's comments:</span><br />
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<a href="http://turpintraces.blogspot.com/2013/05/james-r-carter-had-ties-to-lancaster.html?showComment=1371915690692#c7180199983403173208">http://turpintraces.blogspot.com/2013/05/james-r-carter-had-ties-to-lancaster.html?showComment=1371915690692#c7180199983403173208</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Paul refers to <u>The Northwestern Reporter: Volume 18</u> which is available through Google Books for free. Google Books has been a great resource for me but I had not looked for court reports. Here is a synopsis of the crime that is described in the report of State v George:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span>Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476118364348699572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782645665577896182.post-8640426606849447362013-06-18T19:31:00.000-05:002013-06-18T19:31:36.511-05:00Who is James Turpin/Turpen of Owen County, Indiana? <div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Turpin family members were the ultimate
recyclers.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Few names were used only once,
but rather they keep coming back over and over, used sometimes in
multiples.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">James is one of those
names.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Turpins loved their
Jameses.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">If you mix that with unreliable
dates in documents, it’s the perfect recipe for a genealogist’s headache.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Early Setters of Tidewater Virginia, Volume 3</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> compiled by Elise Greenup Jourdan shows that
Michael and Edith Turpin had sons named Obediah, John, and James. And we have Turpins in Owen County, Indiana
named Obediah, John, and James who hailed from Virginia. That would appear to be a good fit. But the Indiana James does not usually match
the Virginia James profile. He is on the
edges of the age range for being a brother of Obediah and John and a son of
Edith. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Obediah was probably born
about 1761. John was born about 1770. James was born 1792 or 1798 or 1806 or 1820
depending on which record you are reading.
Here is the James information formatted into a timeline. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Does he look like a
brother to Obediah and John or a son of John? I am tempted to split this timeline. The events before 1820 are the James who is
Michael’s son. The events starting in
1820 could be a son of John who is Michael’s son. I’ve found no direct evidence to support this
idea but this timeline sort of points that way.
Thoughts?</span><span style="font-family: High Tower Text, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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