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Jennie May (Stark) DuBois (1891-1965)

Grandmother (I never called her Grandma or other nickname) lived next door to us in Marshall, MO for a few years. What I can’t work out is exactly when; I’m guessing about 1959 or 1960. My telescoped recollection of my grandparents fits into Before Granddad Died and After Granddad Died And I Stayed With Grandmother From Time to Time. Granddad passed on in 1962, Grandmother in 1965, so I had her undivided attention for about two and a half years. My favorite activity with her was playing Scrabble which we started doing maybe when I was about eight. I will always be grateful for that game, and for Dad and Grandmother prompting us kids to spell or name the continents or point to a place on a map or answer a question about American history. Scrabble gave me a fine appreciation for words. We used an old Webster’s dictionary for challenges which did not have a lot of Scrabble-inspired words in it. We didn’t challenge each other often, because we were both excellent spellers. Oh! How I lived
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Henry Harris Slaton DuBois (1878-1962)

  My memories of Granddad DuBois are few. I’m sure he was a great man, worthy of a better biography, and I depend upon all my older cousins to fill me in. What I remember of him before he died when I was seven: ·   At their home in Fulton, playing pickup stix or looking at the Viewmaster. ·   Granddad, if I played on the floor, liked poking me in the ribs with his cane. He thought he was tickling me and would laugh jovially. ·   Granddad asked me to spell M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I. Dad did that, too. I never missed that in any spelling bee or quiz. I also knew it was next to Alabama and was where some relatives lived and where he grew up. ·   Granddad repeating the nursery rhyme: Eenie-Meenie-Miny-Moe, with the next line being something I will never fully repeat. It was Grandmother’s gentle correction that endeared me to her. “Catch a N----r by the Toe,” said Slaton. Grandmother intervened with “Catch a Tiger by the Toe. That’s what you say.” I could see by his expression any lack

Thomas Lafayette Warford (1888-1943)

  I never knew my grandfather, Thomas (“Tom”) Warford. He was ill much of my mother’s life with a brain tumor, and he died soon after her wedding in 1943. But from all she has told me, Grandfather Warford was a man I would have wanted to know. It is not entirely unusual that 19 th century people died or became seriously ill before their 70 th birthday. Though born in that century, it was more common in the 20 th century for men to live to that age. It was not to be. As with so many other ancestors, one can only wonder at “what might have been” had he lived longer, with no tumor. His incapacity served to shape much of my mother’s life. Tom, as he was later known to most, was born August 3 of 1888 to James (“Bud”) L. Warford and Missouri Price Thompson, the second of two boys. His mother died in 1896. In just under three years, Bud married Bettie Belle Miles, a woman 15 years younger, and just nine years older than Tom’s brother, Sam. In the 1900 census, Bud is listed as a farmer who

Mary Louis Farris Warford (1890-1981)

  The fifth of five girls, the winsome Mary Farris was said to be “spoilt” by her oldest sister, Nora, when I asked Aunt Nora how she remembers my grandmother. This is a word I heard about her before. Spoiled, perhaps, but her daughter Eleanor remembers her as hard-working and a tireless helper to her ailing husband for many years. Born on a farm in Clifton Hill, Missouri on March 23, 1890 to well-to-do farmer Zachariah Farris, she never got to know her mother, as Nancy (“Nannie Louise”) Farris died a little over a year later. Though not knowing her mother in the flesh, Mary kept her mother sacred by having two photos of her in her album, and by often recounting how her mother died of pneumonia after riding in the rain to fetch material for the five girls’ Easter dresses. Mary’s middle name was Louis. “Not Louise,” she was known to say. “I was named after my grandfather, Louis.” This grandfather and her grandmother Bunnell became very important in their granddaughter’s life, especially

Thomas Gardner (1840-1909), Emeline Denning (1848-1925)

  Thomas Gardner, b. 1840 in Wales, came to the United States with his parents, Francis Gardner of South Wales and Hester (Esther) Hoppes Gardner of England in 1843, sailing into the port of New York. As would be a common theme among our ancestors who mined coal, Tom’s father Francis tried to make a living by farming, but had to fall back at times to mining. The family first settled in Strabane, Pennsylvania where Tom’s father is listed as a collier (coal mine) in the 1850 census. Though I could not find them in the 1860 census, from other census records, the family likely moved to Iowa in 1860 or 1861 where it appears Francis succeeded in farming. This family has ties, including many burials, to Black Hawk Township, near Fairfield, Iowa. Tom enlisted as a soldier in the Civil War in Company D, 19 th Iowa Infantry in August, 1862, until July, 1865. I have not yet researched this company’s record to know where he might have gone or fought. In 1866, Tom married 18-year-old Miss Emaline

Orval Henry Stark (1866-1952), Hester Ann Gardner (1872-1897)

  Sometimes, you get a sense of an ancestor through the records you find. Also, through the absence of talk about that ancestor from their closest relatives. Then, you find out that your ancestor gave his only items of any value—his saber and his rifle from the Spanish-American War—to a distant relative rather than one of his children. And you discover he remarried to a woman who was never mentioned by his daughter though she may have lived with the couple. But, then, you remember one thing—that your great-grandfather hauled trash to help put his daughter through college. This is what I had always heard about Jennie May Stark’s father: that he came down off the farm to move to Columbia, Missouri, so that his daughter could attend and graduate from the University of Missouri School of Agriculture. But, to backtrack a bit… Orval was born in Allegany County, Maryland in 1866, just before his parents migrated (possibly not for the first time) to Missouri farmland. In that area of Maryland

John DuBois (16??-abt. 1723) and Subsequent Generations

  The presumed progenitor of the “South Carolina DuBois” family is John DuBois who, at the time of his death around 1723, left a widow named Jane. Our connection is: John>Jasper>Peter>Peter>John>Rufus>Rev. HHS DuBois>Martha K., Bill, and Hugh Who was this man? How/why/when did he go to South Carolina? Was he the father of Jasper DuBois from whom we can definitely trace our DuBois lineage? John’s presence in the colony of Carolina is noted in 1696 where he is paying Quit Rents on a lot in Charles Town (Charleston). He likely had some connection to the lot sometime prior, as it was common for many to occupy the land before recording the patent and then paying quit rents (taxes). It is possible he was there by 1670 when Barbadian settlers arrived. There was a strong connection between Barbados and Charleston for decades, including the arrival of land speculators. Also permeating Charles Town was the slave trade. After 1696 are John DuBois’ land transactions further ou