Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Happy Fourth!

Ah, to sit outside on a big porch dressed in a long white muslin gown on a hot July day!
William Henry Scales House, ca. 1910

It’s July 2, 1910, and if you’re a Northern- or Western-born citizen of Noxubee County, Mississippi, you’re invited to a soiree celebrating the country’s independence. The event will be held at the home of Moses C. Weyburn, a transplant from New York via Illinois. Hungry? Thirsty? Not to fear: The tables will be "loaded down with viands."


An RSVP is not necessary.

So you may wonder who Moses C. Weyburn was and why I’m spending time on him today. Was he related to any of us? Probably not. I took an hour or more chasing him down through history, going backwards from Macon, Mississippi, to Dixon, Illinois, and then to Geneva, New York, where he was born in 1845 to Elizabeth "Elsie" Wooden and Edwin Weyburn, who was a physician.

Here’s what was written about Edwin and Elsie when they died:

Along my journey today I found out that Moses married a woman named Eva and had children Elsie and Florence; and then he married Minnie Weibezahn (her parents were from Germany), and Samuel Edwin, Marie and Robert Oliver came along. Some time after Robert was born, Minnie died, and Moses arrived in Noxubee County, MS.

Why? He’d lived in New York and Illinois, so why Mississippi? I couldn’t answer that one. Maybe it was because his first wife had died, and then the second, and he wanted to escape things that reminded him of them. I just know that by 1910 Moses Weyburn was throwing a party for other people like him who’d landed in Noxubee from distant locations—"foreigners," they’d have been called.

Some time later his son Robert Oliver enlisted for the WWI draft.

Perhaps he didn’t go; I found no record that he did. But one of Robert’s sons—Donald Edward—was 21 when he died in 1943; possibly he served and died in WWII. Robert is buried in Oddfellows Cemetery in Noxubee County, along with Donald, and Robert’s wife Edna.
 
 

The family history of Dr. Edwin Weyburn and Elsie was fascinating enough to me so that I spent another hour tracking down THEIR ancestors, all the way into the 1500’s! Elsie Wooden’s father was named Benjamin; he was also born in New York, in 1787, and he was married to Julia Condit, also from New York, born in 1797.

Now follow along, as this gets interesting, even if, like me, you have no horses in the race.

Julia Condit’s father, born in 1770, was named Moses. (Talk about family monikers being handed down…)

On FindaGrave’s website, someone’s posted this story about the family’s Independence Day celebration, taken from a newspaper I believe isn’t in existence anymore:

The "Condit" name had started out as "Condict," the way Moses’ father Jabez and his wife Phoebe Smith spelled it. https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/12179422/jabez-condict 

…And the way HIS father Philip spelled it… https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/12180126/philip-condict  

…And Philip’s father Peter had arrived in the USA in the mid-1600’s. Whew.

I’m including at the bottom of this post a few more links to the family branches if you’d like to go through them. They’re all from FindaGrave.

And none of these people are related to me, so far as I know. Still, let’s "branch out" a little—but keep it all straight:

And, just like that, you have some descendants of early United States citizens showing up in Macon, Mississippi. A traceable part of the line goes all the way back to 1559.

And yet…look at the bottom right of the family chart, where you see Minnie Weibezahn’s parents.
Edward and Martha Weibezahn

They got to the U.S. straight from Germany. I could say we ALL got here from SOMEWHERE, from a long line or a short one—but that would be editorializing, wouldn’t it.

Tomorrow we celebrate the 243rd anniversary of our Declaration of Independence. As you serve up your version of holiday food or do whatever you may do, take a look at a celebration held about 110 years ago in Noxubee County, Mississippi. The article and picture originally appeared in a magazine-style brochure aimed at advertising the many advantages of the county and was published around 1912 or so.

Look at those faces, at the patriotic bunting hung on the house, and read about the welcome these "foreigners" received into the community. By the way, Moses Weyburn is the guy I called "Colonel Sanders" before I figured out who he was. You'll see him at the top of the steps on the left, with one of the posts at his back. He's also on the front porch of the house pictured at the beginning.

I’ll let the article and picture do the rest of the talking for me. The surprise ending is below.
 
The surprise ending? That’s MY house now. It’s listed on the National Register of Historic Places; here’s a more recent picture of it, with a light snowfall. I have to say, I’m proud to own a home where, so many years ago, non-native Noxubee citizens were considered to be "of Worth, Intelligence and Honor to the County."
And a happy Fourth of July to you!

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/176260600/richard-daniel-harrison

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/176555546/sarah-harrison

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/105627509/john-ward


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5 comments:

  1. good report ! I LIKE HISTORY , BUT TRUMP HAS TURNED ME OFF FROM CELEBRATING !

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  2. This is my FAMILY!:) My name is Jessica Jackson (Nee: WEYBURN.) Thank you for your deep dive into the history of M.C. Weyburn! I have so much more to add to this, but I want to acknowledge how cool it was to find such a unique project and it was SO unexpected.

    M.C. was actually married THREE times - outliving all of his wives. His first wife, Mary Ann Noble, passed away before they had any children but she had been married prior to that and had a son named Charles Henry Vroome. Her family has a great history as well, but I digress.

    Eva, his second wife, was 16 while he was 29, when they married. Her sister, Emily, passed away in the Dixon Bridge Disaster, considered one of the most deadly bridge disasters in US history. Eva died from Scarlet Fever.

    Moses was employed by the American Express Company first in New York and then he moved to Dixon Ill for his employer.It was while he was working for AmEx that he was also studying to become a doctor. Once in Dixon he became fascinated with real estate. He would clip articles from land he was interested in purchasing as he found it in his travels. This, we speculate, is how he ended up in Macon, Mississippi.

    M.C.'s son, Robert Oliver is my great grandfather. He married Edna Walcutt, who moved to Mississippi from Ohio. She was hung up on her children being born "not in the South" so she went home to give birth to Robert. Her husband, my great grandfather, lived long enough that I remember fishing with him when he would visit his son, my grandfather, in northern Maine.

    Robert Jr.'s brother, Donald Weyburn, whom you referred to in your blog, died in Boston, MA while on a train traveling back to Macon after visiting Robert in Houlton, Maine. Robert was in the military and was stationed in Houlton at the time of the visit. While returning, Donald was struck by appendicitis. The train stopped in Boston but his appendix burst before they were able to get him to the hospital. Admittedly, this is a story I've heard from many family members, but finding documentation is proving difficult. Again, it is rumored that the family didn't want him dying with the Yankees (make up your minds! HAHAHA!)

    The Weyburns first came to the US as part of the Great Migration. John Wyborn was part of Reverend John Lothrop's flock that were given the "choice" (jail or go) to move to the Colonies to start the Massachusetts Bay Company.

    Possibly more fascinating (bare with me...this is related) is that, in recent years, my sister Ellen found a dog on Pet Finder that she wanted to adopt. She, and the rest of us Weyburns, now live near Boston, Ma. Said pup was to travel from Down South, north to Massachusetts, but the timing wasn't working out due to an already scheduled family vacation. Ellen didn't want the pup to arrive and then have the family immediately leave him behind while they traveled, so she asked if the pup could stay with the foster family for a couple weeks until they got home. The foster family was AWESOME and said they would be happy to...

    And then they sent her pictures of the puppy so she could see where he would be while they were gone...and he was being fostered in what was OUR GREAT GRANDFATHER'S HOME Macon, Mississippi! My father immediately recognized it. They sent the pup up north with photos and other memorabilia...so, given my finding your blog post, the weird coincidences continue!

    Pleasure reading!

    Jessica

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  3. I also want to add that I LOVE the message of your post and am proud to descend from such welcoming and forward thinking people.

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  4. Jessica, please email me at sheilajthead@gmail.com.
    I am THRILLED that you found this and made the connection! And I would like to tell you another part of the story that happened to me just today. I apologize for not having responded to your comment before now. Alas, I had gotten used to not having comments and just didn't look at this post until this event this afternoon. (There: did I tantalize enough? LOL)

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