Growing up without knowing my biological father had always left a curiosity for the family members I knew existed, but knew nothing about. Two short years ago when I found my birth father, the curiosity didn't stop. I still have a strong sense to know "where" I came from. I am very much an observer, I'm curious about people. I love to learn new things. So it comes as no surprise that I am deeply interested in my ancestry.
One night while 374 was at fire class, the bug was biting hard that night. A friend of mine had been posting some information on Facebook earlier that day that she had dug up on her own family via ancestry.com. I settled in on the couch after the kids had been tucked into bed and sang a medley of requested songs. I opened up the laptop and typed in the address to the website. I played around a bit with the free portion of the website, but quickly realized I was not going to get the information I was after that way. I signed up for the free trial, and then the information came pouring in! I felt like I had hit the jackpot!
I found many, many generations on my mother's side of the family. I was so giddy, saving pictures and documents to my computer. I just couldn't wait to share them with my husband, children, and mom.
Two family members really caught my attention. One of which is Samuel Calvin Wright. If you can follow, he is my mom's mom's dad's dad. He's my great great great grandfather. What piqued my interest with him was the fact that he served in the Civil War - more specifically 10th Independent Battery Ohio Light Artillery.
He is pictured here with his wife Sarah Talithia Fryman/Wright.
I was also quite excited to learn he is buried less than 10 minutes from my house! For about a month now, I've been wanting to take some time to go over to the cemetery and find his grave. Whenever I remembered, I didn't have the time or it was raining.
Last night, Wednesday night, 374, the kids and I were all at the park near the cemetery with some friends. The kids played all afternoon and we had a pizza dinner under the shelter house. The weather was gorgeous, and I knew that evening would be perfect.
We stopped on our way home, I eagerly parked across the street in the newer area and then we all walked over to the older portion. I was kind of annoyed because there were people there weed whacking and I really didn't want the kids getting hurt, so I was trying to hurry and didn't feel the leisure of being able to take my time. I was looking through the first few rows with Bubby, while my husband and Sassy were looking through the back rows. We both got to the other end with no luck. I knew it had to be there, I have a picture saved to my computer of this stone and had read on multiple ancestry sites that he was in fact buried in this location.
I pulled the picture up of his stone on Facebook on my cell phone, and showed it to 374. We looked again all the way across that section of the graves, and still nothing. I was so bummed. Sassy was getting really tired and cranky, so I decided we'd come back and try another time. I kept looking at the picture of the stone on my phone while I walked back to the car.
Sassy climbed in the car, and Bubby had just got his car door open. I opened my door, and before I got in the car something compelled me to turn back around and look at that section of graves again. Being across the street from it, it was easier to see the bigger stones for what they were. As soon as I looked across the street my eyes met it! It was clear down at the end, in one of the front rows. I yelled at my husband, "Wait! I think that's it!" He offered to walk back across the street and see if it was. Bubby insisted on following his father. I asked Sass if she'd like to walk back with us. At that point she was already buckled in and refusing. I told her I'd be right back, and reminded her she could see us from the car. (We are out in the country, so it's just a small country road that we walked across, I didn't leave her any great distance by herself.) I jogged across the street, and we all walked up on it at the same time.
There it was! I was so excited. Bubby read what he could of the stone, and I told him this was his great great great great grandfather. He was immediately curious. I shared with him the little information that I know so far. I asked him if he wanted to take his picture there, and he immediately said yes.
He has since been asking non stop for more information on his "great grandfather." I would like to set aside some time to look further into this man - who he was and where he came from. I do know he had two wives. The stone to the left in the picture above is of one of his wives. In all excitement of finding his stone, I only glanced at this one. I believe this is his other wife Mariah Velinda Woodrow. Next time I go back I plan of trying to get a good look at that stone.
I am so thrilled that Bubby is showing an interest right along with me. I think this will be one of our summer projects while school is out. A little history lesson, paired with family research. Sounds like a great time!