JOANNA THORPE HIGGINS
I HAVE WONDERED SO OFTEN WHAT LIFE WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE DURING THE LIFETIME OF THESE TWO PEOPLE. ACCORDING TO ALL ACCOUNTS, THEY WERE IN LOVE AND STAYED THE COURSE THROUGH THICK AND THIN. I KNEW EVERY ONE OF THEIR CHILDREN, AND THE BEST WAY I CAN CONVEY TO YOU ABOUT WHAT THEY MEANT TO ME, I WILL GIVE AN ACCOUNT FOR EACH:
MARY (NEVER HEARD HER MIDDLE NAME)-SUCH A PERFECTLY HAPPY FACE ALL THE TIME, SHE AND WILL WORKED TOGETHER, EVEN IF HE PAPERED THE HOUSE, OR SHE HELPED SHELL CORN. IN HER DIARY, ALL OF A SUDDEN, WITHOUT COMPLAINING ANY BEFORE HAND SAID, "LITTLE AL TA WAS BORN LAST NIGHT." I THINK SHE DID HAVE A LITTLE SICK SPELL ONCE BEFORE. I LOVED HER, AND SHE SHOWED HER AFFECTION TO ME. ARTHUR OTTO (BUD}--VERY HANDSOME, SMILING ALL THE TIME, SEEMED TO BE CONTENT WITH HIS LIFE WITH LUCY, MARY MAUDE, FERN, HAROLD AND VERNA, WHO DIED AT AGE 13.
CLIFF, ALMOST GOT TAKEN BY INDIANS AS AN INFANT, HAD TUBERCULOSIS, BUT LUCKILY FOUND HIS FIRST LOVE THERE, MARRIED AUNT ROSE AT THE TUBERCULOSIS FARM IN AZ, AND PROMISED TO RAISE CHILDREN IN GOD'S WILL IF THEY WERE ALLOWED TO HAVE THEM AT AGE 40 AND 56. THEY DID, AND THAT WAS THE START OF WALLACE AND MARY FRANCES, AND THEY WERE RAISED TO BE CHRISTIAN WORKERS TO THIS DAY. THEY WERE VERY THOUGHTFUL, CARING, CHRISTIANS, TOO.
PLEASANT CLYDE-I WASN'T AROUND PLEZ VERY MUCH EXCEPT AT FAMILY REUNIONS. HE LOVED THE FAMILY, AND RAISED LOLA AND STRAUSS WITH CORA. THEY LIVED IN WICHITA. IN LATER YEARS, THEY DIVORCED, BUT CORA LET HIM LIVE IN AN UPSTAIRS BEDROOM WITH HER AND HER NEW HUSBAND. WALLY USED TO GO BY AND SHAVE PLEZ AFTER HE GOT OFF WORK. I VISITED HIM THERE ONCE. HE NEVER MISSED BUT ONE REUNION.
JACK WAS THE PRANKSTER AND JOKER OF THE FAMILY. HE SAYS IN HIS STORY, HE NEVER CARED FOR A CORN BINDER OR FARMING, BUT HE LOVED GUNS AND HUNTING. AND HE SUPPLIED THE FAMILY WITH PLENTY OF GAME. I LOVED HIM VERY MUCH. AURA-LIVED IN TONKAWA WITH HER HUSBAND, GEORGE AND DALE, ROY AND FOREST. FOREST FELL FROM A HORSE, AND LAY COMETOSE FOR SEVERAL YEARS ON A BED IN THEIR KITCHEN, BEFORE HE DIED. I LOVED THE BOYS AND THEIR WIVES, PAULINE AND MARCEILLE. SHE WAS A LOT LIKE AUNT MARY, VERY EASY-GOING, BUT BUSY ALL THE TIME. SHE SEEMED CONTENTED WITH LIFE, TOO.
EVERETTE-ONE OF MY FAVORITES. WHY? BECAUSE HE ALWAYS MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS HIS FAVORITE! IT WAS YEARS LATER THAT I REALIZED ALL THE GIRLS THOUGHT THAT!! I VISITED HIM ONCE IN OK AFTER AUNT FLO DIED. THEY HAD NO CHILDREN. HE TOOK ME TO THE COWBOY HALL OF FAME IN OKLAHOMA CITY. HE FED ME GRITS FOR BREAKFAST. HE GAVE ME AN OLD CHAIR TO REFINISH. AFTER HE DIED, HIS NEPHEW GAVE ME A CHINA CABINET WITH ROUNDED GLASS IN THE FRONT. JULIE HAS IT NOW. IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL. MARY LOU AND I SANG GOING HOME AT HIS FUNERAL. HE WAS A RARE JEWEL OF AN UNCLE. I LOVED HIM.
ESTHER BESSIE-MY AUNT "BACHIE" WAS MY ANGEL. SHE WAS AT THE FARM AND OUR HOUSE A LOT DURING MY YOUNG YEARS. I WROTE TO HER WHEN I WAS ONLY 6 YEARS OLD AND TOLD HER THAT I LOVED HER AND WANTED TO BUY HER "A LITTLE BOO DESS, A LITTLE BOO HAT AND BOO SHOES," BECAUSE SHE HAD BEEN SO GOOD TO BRING US CANDY FROM KANSAS CITY, AND SHE MADE US OUR FIRST FRIED EGG AND TOMATO SANDWICHES. OF COURSE, SHE HELPED MAMA SO MUCH WITH COOKING, AND SHE WAS A WONDERFUL COOK. I CAN'T GIVE HER THE LOVE I REALLY FEEL, BECAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH OF IT LEFT IN MY SPIRIT. SHE HAD TWO GIRLS, THELMA AND LORENE.
THEN THERE IS ANNABELLE, AND I AM CRYING AS I WRITE THIS. I LOVED HER SO MUCH, AND SHE SHOWED LOVE TO ALL HER CHILDREN, THOUGH SHE SAID IN LATER LIFE THAT SHE WISHED SHE HAD GIVEN ALL EIGHT OF THEM MORE OF HER ATTENTION. I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN IT! SHE WAS A CHRISTIAN, AND GAVE ALL HER CHILDREN THE BEST CHRISTIAN ADVICE SHE KNEW. BUT TO ME, SHE WAS AN ANGEL SENT FROM GOD TO CARE FOR ME. AND WHEN SHE GOT CANCER, HER FAMILY DID THE SAME FOR HER.
I AM SO GLAD I LIVED TO KNOW ALL THESE PEOPLE, AND IT HAS GIVEN ME A GOOD SENSE OF WHY AND HOW THEY LIVED, LOVED AND SPENT THEIR ENTIRE LIFE. GOD BLESS YOU ALL. THERE WERE 8 OF US: MARGIE, LAMAR, FLOSSIE, ALFRED, JR., WALLY, BOBBIE, MARY LOU AND LYNN. GOD BLESS EVERYONE!
|Descendants of Philip Philemon Higgins|
|Aura, Cliff, (Bud), Mary|
|Plez, William, Bessie, Eve, Joanna, Annabelle, Jack|
|Annabelle Higgins, Age 5|
|Annabelle was born in this dugout between Burden and Atlanta. Cliff, Bud,|
|and William Wallace H.|
|Best Picture of Alf and Annabelle taken about 1910, Wedding Picture?|
|1909: Bessie, Cliff, Aura, George Fuller, Mary, Annabelle, Will Moore (Alta),|
|Joanna and Plez Front Row: Ben Woods, Jack, Eve, Bud ??.|
|Mary Higgins Moore|
|Aunt Mary was one of my heroes. She was very Industrious, witty, held to her|
|religious beliefs, and was a caregiver for all the Higgins kids. Mama loved her.|
|At their annual Higgins reunions, they always had a roll call. The roll was called|
|by answering to what the host had decided. One year, the role was answered|
|by "should a woman be president of the USA?" Aunt Mary passed out the above|
|picture, saying, "May I present my card?" In her diary, she noted that when the|
|Women were given the vote, she was very happy.|
|Uncle Cliff and Aunt Rose on their Wedding day|
|Aunt Mary and Uncle Will Moore|
|Aunt Flo and Uncle Eve|
|Latham: Annabelle (white), Blanch??, Bessie|
Jack Higgins, Atlanta Pioneer Recalls Early Days in Cowley County
By Charles O. Cole
|JACK HIGGINS, 71, has lived in the Atlanta community all his life. He's|
|considered a walking encyclopedia on history of the community and|
|its residents. (Cole photo)|
"I just never could get attached to a car, binder, wheat drill or what have you." Jack Higgins looked around "But now a horse and buggy, thatís different."
"When I was growing up," he recalled, "you were a lot better of the kick a man than his horse. You could get in lots of trouble kicking a horse."
Jack J. Higgins will be 72 years old in January. He lives with his wife just a block off the main street in Atlanta-and heís farmed and hunted in the Atlanta region most of his life.
"My folks," he said, "moved to Cowley County in the spring of 1871 and staked a claim three miles south of Atlanta. They sold out later and moved to Missouri. But they came back to Kansas."
Jack was born in Platt county, Missouri, Jan 30 1884 and was two years old when his family Came Again to Atlanta area. They settled on a farm three miles south east of Atlanta, in a community named Baltimore which no longer exists. "We came to Platt County in a covered Wagon," Jack said.
|60 in Rural School|
Young Higgins enrolled in what was then known as Stout schoolhouse (later to be renamed Hardscrabble.) He finished grade school there. "I still have the official lists of names in the school there when I started as a six year old," he said. "At least half the boys enrolled were 20 or more years old. There were 60 to 65 children in the school then."
About two months ago. Hardscrabble schoolhouse was sold and moved. In 1954-the last year classes were held there-only three pupils were enrolled. "When I was in school, about all that was taught was reading, writing, arithmetic, and spelling."
One incident in his school days stands out in Jack Higginsí memory. "I had a penny pencil-a new one," he recalled. "It was supposed to last me all term, too, since even pennies were not plentiful back then. Anyhow, I met Doc. Carver on the way to school one day. Doc, then, was the worldís champion rifle shot. He told me to toss my pencil in the air. I did. He shot it to splinters, aloft."
|Uses Incredible Pencil|
"Well I figured Iíd get a licking sure. But Doc took me to his house and gave me the first indelible pencil Iíd ever owned. He showed me how to wet the lead and write on my hand. I took it home and my folks were not suspicious about anything."
"Next day at school, I wrote every kidís name on his hands with my new indelible pencil. The teacher told my mother. I got the spanking anyhow-the one I deserved for losing my penny pencil."
After he finished grade school, Jack Higgins started farming. "Iíve farmed all my life," he said. "Itís the only trade I know: Iíve lived and farmed near Atlanta all my life."
On Aug 17 1912, Jack J. Higgins was married to Frances Brooking in ceremonies at El Dorado. Only one of their three children still lives. He is Jack J. Jr., 41, who is postmaster at Blackwell, Oklahoma. He, like his father, finished his elementary education at Hardscrabble school. He was graduated from Atlanta high school; attended Wichita Business College; and attended the Tonkawa College.
An Army Reserve major, Jack J. Jr. and his wife have four children, two boys and two girls, from 9 to 17 years old.
|Retired 7 years ago|
After he began farming, Jack J. Higgins was for 27 years on a farm at grand prairie, then he moved to a farm on Timber Creek near Atlanta for 23 years. "I retired at 65-about seven years ago." He said.
"Really Iím a dog and a gun man," Jack said, explaining his present-and past-hobbies. "I cut my eye-teeth on a gun. I like outdoor life; the timber, woods, and streams. Iím part of the outdoors I think and I always have been."
Jack hunts just about any sort of game animal or bird that lives in or passes through his neck of the woods: Atlanta. "Most of my spending money while I was in school was earned trapping," he recalled, "I trapped coons, mink, possum, shunk, muskrat, and anything that grew fur and lived along Timber creek."
|Low Fur Price|
Jack Higgins today laments the low market price of all furs except mink. "From my 20th to 40th year," he said, "I had wolf dogs-and I could make pretty good money with them too. In those days we got anywhere from $6 to 7$ for a coyote hide-plus 1.50 for the scalp." In those days, that was better than the going wage for most work.
There were nine children in the Higgins family that settled near Atlanta. Seven still are living. The two who are dead, said Higgins, were among the first white children born in the freshly-settled Atlanta area. Jack himself was 10 years old when the Oklahoma Cherokee strip was opened-on Sept 16, 1893. "My dad and oldest brother made the run, but it profited them nothing. The land Dad had picked turned out to be school land."
Hunting game was good, and profitable, when Jack Higgins was a youngster. "I've been so tired of venison and prairie chicken I wouldn't touch the stuff," he said. The country then, he recalled, was thick with the prairie chicken, and deer were easily sought out and killed.
|As Old As Atlanta|
Atlanta was begun as a town the year Jack Higgins was born. "I can remember my first impressions of the town," he said. "Atlanta was all wooden buildings-on main street and elsewhere. Sidewalks were of wood, too. Most of the structures have burned."
Brick business buildings began to come into the scene with a slight boom Atlanta enjoyed in the early 1920's.
In those years, the Eastman oil field opened, and Atlanta's business buildings, home and population increased. "But it was way before that when the first 'automobile' carne to town," he recalled. "The car was owned by H. T. Trice-a land agent-from Winfield. It had hard-rubber tires and was an International. I think. Trice brought the car over from Winfield to the first Labor Day celebration in Atlanta, in 1907."
"And Mr. Trice made quite a bit of money charging 25 cents per person for a ride around the block," Higgins recalled. "In those days, all Atlanta streets were lined on each side with hitching racks."
|Attended All Fairs|
Nor more than half a dozen people have lived longer in Atlanta than Jack J. Higgins. He has attended every single production of the Eastern Cowley county fair at Burden since the celebration first began-more than 60 years ago.
"I started going to that fair when r was about 10 or 11 years old," he said. "It's always been a nice event, for me, But the biggest crowd I've ever seen in Atlanta was the one that collected for the 1912 Labor Day celebration."
Neither World War's end provided a bigger or more enthusiastic crowd, he said. That 1912 Labor Day saw a parade in Atlanta that was one and one quarter miles long-made up of horse drawn vehicles and bands, "Prizes were given then for the prettiest or best decorated buggy."
An abandoned theater building stands on the west side of main street in Atlanta; it's of brick, and large. "But it never was too successful." said Higgins, "Best show I ever saw there was in the early 1920's when a local boy-Charlie Dryden-came home and put on a benefit show." Dryden was a juggler-gymnast with Ringling Brothers-Barnum and Bailey and several other famous circuses. "Crowds were turned away from that performance," said Higgins.
MOORE is an old and highly respected citizen of Cowley county,
Kansas, where he has successfulIy tilled the soil since the spring
of 1875. He now has a fine home in Silver Creek township on the
northwest quarter of section 4, township 31, range 6, east. He was
born February 25, 1826, is a native of Burke county, North Carolina,
and a son of William and Martha (Norton) Moore.
|HIGGINS WOMEN (4 GENERATIONS)|
|Lower left and clockwise: Joanna Thrope Higgins, Mary Moore,|
|Blanche Robertson, Helen Moss|
|THE DESCENDANTS OF JOSIAH
(Written for the
Hiqqins Family Reunion, Cambridge, Kansas
by Mary Maude Higgins Pease
As you all know, live been collecting data on the Higgins family for years. Until now, however, I have made no attempt to put my findings in order, deferring the task in the hopes that I would someday find that elusive ancestor, the father of Josiah and through him succeed in tracing the family back to the arrival of the first ancestor to America. I have a hunch who Josiah's father might be, but I am not sure... nor do I know where he, in turn, came from, so our known ancestry begins with Josiah Higgins, who came to Howard County, Missouri, in 1810 or 1812... well over 150 years ago.
I think the Higginses are Scotch-Irish. There are the Scots who emigrated to America in the nearly 1700s from North Ireland, where they had lived for nearly 100 years after leaving Scotland because of religious persecution. In fact, the Scots left Scotland for North Ireland about the time the Pilgrims left England for America, and for precisely the same reason. They lived to themselves in North Ireland., having no relations whatever with the Irish to the south of them who were, of course, Catholic. To be Scotch-Irish is a heritage of which to be proud; they have earned more medals of Honor and citations for bravery than any other ethnic group in America.
The mainstream of Scotch-Irish immigrants to this country entered by way of Pennsylvania and from there quickly spread to Virginia, North Carolina, and Tennessee, where our first known ancestor lived and, presumably, was born.
Josiah Higgins, born in 1782, was quite possibly the son of Philemon Higgins, a soldier in the Revolutionary War. Philemon, as some of you will remember, is a family name, and his age and probable place or residence indicate he could easily be Josiah's father but precise proof is lacking. Philemon was a private in Doherty's Regiment of Militia from territory south of the Ohio River and his name appears under the heading "of a detachment of Infantry under the command of George Doherty, Requ., for the protection ,of the frontiers southwest of the Ohio." Part of this territory was, of course, what now is Tennessee.
Whether Josiah was Philemon's son may never be know; Josiah and his decedents however, are clearly recorded, as is Josiah's wife.. Barbara Smelser, born in 1779 to John Smelser and Catherine Higgins who, quite probably, was one of Josiah's relatives for marriages between cousins were common in the South. John Smelser was the son of Jacob Smelser, a German immigrant. There are many references to the Smelser family in Tennessee and Missouri records, all indicating that they were a solid and industrious family.(So there was good German blood in our family mixture long before .the Browns joined us. Alf's father, I've been told, bore the fine old German name or Braun, but as many people persisted in spelling it Brown he finally declared, "All right.. let it be BROWN!" And Brown its been ever since.)
Josiah and Barbara Higgins, with possibly two small children, left Tennessee in 1810 with several other families in an immigrant company commanded by Colonel Sarshell Cooper. They were joined by families from Madison County, Kentucky, among whom were the Thorps, the Witts, the Harrises, the Greggs, and the Nolands. The company headed west. And by 1812 settled in Boone1s Lick County Missouri, part or which was to become what now is Howard bounty. The families lived in frontier forts for protection against the Indians, each fort being composed or a series or connecting log houses, forming a protective enclosure where the livestock could be kept. They organized their own militia company and elected Sarshell Cooper their captain. Josiah Higgins and William and John Thorp were privates.
The Higgins family Jived in this community until 1837 when Platte County was organized. They, and many of their Howard County neighbors, moved on to the new county... always seeking a new frontier to tame. Josiah was elected Justice of the Peace. Barbara died in 1840, and Josiah in 1841. They were buried on their farm in Pettis Township, Platte County, Flat stone alabs mark their graves. They had nine children: Philemon (our ancestor), Josiah, Harmon, Jackson, William, Susan, Jacob, John, and Margaret (Peggy).
Philemon was born either in 1810 in Tennessee or in 1812 in Missouri...the record is not clear. He was very tall for his time--6' 3". He apparently was unusual in another respect: he was a college graduate.At least, so the record states, but which coI1ege will probably never be known, as, to quote the record further, "the cow ate his diploma." Philemon married Lucinda Witt in 1836.
A lot of the gaiety in our family may have come from this union with the Witts, a French Huguenot family from Virginia. Lucinda was the daughter of Littleberry Witt and Fanny Hughes, and the granddaughter of WiI1iam Witt, a soldier in the Revolutionary War. William's parents were John Witt, who was born in 1710 in Powhatan, Virginia, and his wife Lucy Littleberry, from whom, as you now can see, came "Uncle Berry's" name.(Until he died, my father, Bud always thought that his uncle's name was "little Barry" rather than Littleberry Higgins!) John Witt's father was William Witt, a Huguenot from France who came to Virginia in 1699 with a band of Huegonots who were escaping Catholic persecution. They were the settlers of Manakintown, not far from Richmond, Virginia. Through this first William Witt, we all are eligible for membership in an interesting and most exclusive organization known as the "Huguenot Society of the Founders of Manakintown, Virginia." For that matter, we all are eligible for membership in S.A.R. or D.A.R., Cotonial Dames, or the Huguenot Society through both William and other Revolutionary and Colonial ancestors.
Thirteen years after Philemon Higgins married Lucinda Witt, he succumbed to the "itchy foot" tendency W1ich marks the family to this day. Outfitting a wagon train, he joined the 49ers on the long overland journey to California and the gold fields, packing his family along. The adventure cost him dearly he found no gold, used up all his resources, which were considerable, and lost his wife enroute home, leaving her body in an unmarked grave somewhere along the trail.
There is a story connected-with Philemon's trip which bears repeating. When he sold out to go West, Philemon freed his slaves. One of the young male slaves wished to accompany him to California, and when Philemon refused to take him along, hid in the wagon train and went anyway. Before reaching the gold fields, however, the negro died. Many years later, Philemon's son, Grandpa William Wallace Higgins, met a negro at an old soldier's reunion and in the course of their conversation discovered that he was talking to the son of his father's former slave, who until that moment had never known what had happened to his father.
Philemon died in 1887. His place of burial is unknown, but one of the several farms he owned is in what now is Siloam Springs, Arkansas. His children were: Sarah (m. William Moble), Josiah, Littleberry (m. Aurora Brink, Benjamin Franklin (Frank) (M. Ellen brink}, William Wallace (m. Joanna Thorp), and Jacob.
William Wallace Higgins, my grandfather, was born April 23, 1846, in Parkvi11e, Missouri. He married Joanna Thorp on December 25, 1868. Aunt Francis wrote so charmingly about Wil1iam Wallace and Joanna that further mention here is unnecessary, as I presume you all have a copy of her story.
Through Joanna, however, comes a Virginia heritage we all can take great pride. Joanna's grandfather, Josiah Thorp, was one of the Kentuckians who joined Josiah Higgins and his Tennessee neighbors on the trek from Missouri in 1810-1812. He was a native of Albemarle County, Virgi,lia, and the descendent of Thorps who go back to the earliest days of historic Williamsburg, Virginia. The first Thorps lie under large granite grave covers in the churchyard of Bruton Parish Church in Williamsburg. Their names and the dates of their births and deaths can still be read on these grave stones, and brass plates mark their pew inside the historic old church. Every time George Washington attended services in that church, where he occupied a front pew, he and Martha walked right past those graves and, who knows, perhaps paused to read the legends thereon... for in the days the Washingtons attended Bruton Parish the Thorps had been at rest by the front entrance for more than 100 years! Through the Thorps we are descendents; of the Carrs, the Harrises, the Hollidays and the Grubbs...all fine old families of the South.
Grandmother Joanna, whose
father Josiah married Mary Carr, was unnamed for at least the first
six months of her life, according to the census of 1850 which
Probably "girl" was unnamed because papa Josiah had joined the gold rush before her arrival and had not yet returned. The "Margaret-Carr" undoubtedly was Mary's widowed mother.
The children of William Wallace and Joanna Thorp Higgins were: Mary, Arthur Otto (Bud), Clifton Riley (Clif), Aurora (Aurie), Pleasant Clyde (Plez), Jackson (Jack), Everett Wallace (EV), Bessie, and Annabelle.
This brings us down to now. It traces the Higgins line back to 1782, the Smelsers to a somewhat earlier date; the Witts to 1699 and the Thorps to even earlier than that. But of equal weight are the genes we have inherited from other names: Carr, Claiborne, Gardiner, Glenn, Grubb, Harris, Holliday, Hughes, Hearne and Waters. Someday, perhaps, I can tell you about them.
God love you all!
This is an unbelievable resume of the years that Josiah Thorpe Jr., my great grandfather, lived here and there, always moving in a conestoga wagon and a team of horses, because there were no automobiles at that time. Begins in 1850: Mary, his wife, was pregnant with a girl, Joanna, my grandma. They lived in Buchanan County, MO. Josiah, Jr. left for California to prospect for gold in fall, 1849. Joanna was born in May, 1850. Census listed Joanna as "girl, 6/12"of age. Joanna was 7 years old before Josiah came home--broke. As Civil War and bushwhackers threatened, they left on foot for Kansas, rafting across the MO River.
Wallace Higgins (my grandpa) was on the Oregon Trail with his mother, Lucinda Witt and father Philemon Higgins, along with 3 other children. Lucinda died either on the trail or in California or maybe on the ship home. I haven't found out, after many hours of research where she was buried. Philemon brought 4-year-old Wallace and 3 other kids home, but "he parceled them out to relatives." So I don't really know who raised him, but Wallace was in the Civil War, and after the war, he was riding his horse one day; fell against a fence and injured a leg. Josiah Thorpe took him home and the family nursed him to health. As aunt Francis (a sister-in-law) said, "He took a turn for the nurse,"(Joanna), and they were married December 25, 1868 in the family home. They first lived in a one-room cabin in Wyandotte County, Kansas.
The following is just a year by year account of their domains and why, if possible:
Sept, 1869, Alvin was born. He died within the first year. In Wyandotte Co, KS, 1870, Mary was born. March, 1871, made trip to Atlanta, KS. Took 16 days, probably by oxen. Nov. 1871, "Bud" was born. 1872: Moved back to Bucannon, CO, MO where Joanna's parents lived. 1873: Frankie was born. 1873: Summer, they went to the Cherokee Nation. Late fall, they came back to MO. 1874: Spring, Wallace went to Idaho to find "gold." Joanna went as far as Kansas and stayed. She also buried Frankie. 1876: Joanna started for Idaho via train and stage, with Bud and Mary. She was on the road, train and stagecoach for eleven days. 1877: Cliff was born in Idaho. Rocky Point, I believe. 1878: Back to KS. Joanna traveled alone with 2 small children and a baby.
There were too many threats from the Indians. The kids played outside the window of their cabin, and if the whistle blew at the plant where Josiah worked, she knew it was an Indian threat, so she would grab them quick and bolt the door. One tried to steal Cliff out of the door of the stagecoach as Joanna left Idaho, alone again with three kids at that time, but the driver whipped the horses, and they jerked away from him.
1880: Aura was born 3 miles south of Atlanta.
1880: Moved back to MO in a prairie schooner and pots and pans.
1882 Pleasant was born
1884: Jackson was born
1884: Fall, they moved back to Cowley Co. KS
1886: Eve was born in the 10x12 cabin. It had a tiny wood stove, homemade tables and benches, 2 beds and a trundle bed, a few chairs; they used "goods boxes" as cupboards. Dishes and cooking utensils: two cast iron dinner pots, a cast iron skillet, a bread pan, 2 pie tins, tin cups, three or four small bowls, steel knives and forks (polished every day with wood ashes).
1887: Moved back to the Cherokee Nation. Spent the summer there.
1887 Fall, moved back to KS to stay. (I think it was the same log cabin, but Wallace built on to it. Wallace had an 80-acre Civil War patent just 3 miles south of Atlanta, and sold it to get money for his trip to Idaho. I don't know whether there was a cabin on it or not, so am not sure where they lived in the cabin. )
1889: Bessie was born
1892: 3 years later: Annabelle was born in a dugout south of Atlanta. No telling where else they were during those three years.
As long as they lived, the Higgins kin enjoyed a yearly family reunion. It was sad to see them leave us one at a time. Aunt Mary, in her diary told how they baked and cooked special dishes, made ice cream, etc. They had the reunion in different homes, and as a kid, I could tell you some of the places in Atlanta and surrounding farms, in Cambridge, Gordon, Tonkawa, and in Cambridge. I was 8 when my grandma Brown died. I don't remember any other grandparents, but they left wonderful memories through their funny, beautiful, joking, thoughtful and loving kids.
This story was written by "one of the sisters-in-law". It is a story told by remembrances and discussions of the people she knew. I believe it was written by Aunt Frances Higgins, wife of Uncle Jack. It is hand-written in long-hand, but in places it is sorta confusing, so I decided to type it, so you could read it leisurely and enjoy. She didn't put paragraph makings in it, so I will write it as she wrote it. Bobbie
This story begins in Buchannon
Co. Mo. in the year 1850 in a small log cabin on the banks of the
tumultuous Missouri river, where Josiah and Mary Thorpe lived with
their family. For many days they had debated the wisdom of him
crossing the great plains of America to go to Calif to prospect for
gold. At last it was decided he should go. But when? In April the
Higgins wagon train was to start. The last of May a smaller train
was to depart from Atchinson, Kansas. They argued the pro and con of
this trip when to start? As Mary was expecting the usual 2 year
visit from the stork in May (those days we did not have planned
families). It was God's will.
One of the sister-in-law,
|Annabelle, Bessie, Eve, Jack, Plez, Aura, Bud (Mary Cut Out) July 6 1930|
|(Annabelle Cut Out) Bessie, Eve, Jack, Plez, Aura, Cliff, Bud, Mary 1935|
Julie and I were in Kansas in 2004. Billy joined us for a trip to the Cowley County Courthouse to look for some information at the Clerk's Office. I just "coyly" asked the clerk, who I knew, if there was a way I could get some records of my Grandfather Higgins' records. I knew he had been admitted to Osawattomie Veteran's Center, as insane.
Evelyn looked in the computer, notified me that I needed to have a judge's OK for her to release them. Just then, I saw a guy putting on a black robe. I said, "Excuse me, could I see you for just a second?" He was ready to go into chambers to "talk" to about 10 orange-clad men. He came over, leaned on the counter. I told him my plight. He turned to Evelyn and said, "Oh, give them to her. They are so old, nobody else would want them."
I asked Evelyn how I could get them. She took me upstairs to the spider-webbed, dusty attic.
She found them, sat down and copied them off for me. 40 pages. I found out that, as my mother said, a runaway horse and cart threw Grandad out of the cart, and he was never the same again. But he got gradually more violent, and his poor wife and boys, especially Cliff, had to have him put in Osawattonie.
He was there from 1907-1911, except for a few months that they tried to see if he would be all right, but he wasn't, so they put him back in. When he died, according to accounts in Aunt Mary's diary, they notified Mary, she called the family, and those in Atlanta met the train the next day, containing the wooden coffin of William W. Higgins. The rest of the family met them at the gravesite, and WW had died and was buried within 48 hours.
After living as an orphan for many years, fighting in the Civil War, raising a large family, and experiencing loneliness the last 4 years in the Veteran's Home, he was finally at peace. The records also show that he had begun to drink heavily. Don't know where he got the price of the liquor, but I imagine "friends" helped him. He died of Erysipelas, a deep red inflammation of the skin or mucous membranes. I am glad that he had a loving, caring family that did all they could.
|Our Southern Kin Higgins - Thorpe - Higgins|
William was an 18-year-old bugler for the Union army. He and his older brother, Josiah, were in the Battle of Prairie Grove in Arkansas 1862 attached to the 6th Kansas Cavalry, Company A. He and some other soldiers were resting by a big tree when a shell carne whizzing at them. It hit the tree. William Wallace was in that exact spot, only on the other side of the tree. He claimed the tree saved his life. He dug the shell out from the tree, and it is now framed and hanging on my wall. (Janet Emery Hayes.)
While in Prairie Grove, his detachment became surrounded by the enemy. Nearby was a home which held some women who were Union sympathizers. The ladies gave a big party for the Confederate soldiers and got them kind of drunk, and the Union men were able to slip out of the trap.
At one time during the war, Higgins acted as a scout for the Union army. His only encounter with the enemy that he ever mentioned was with a bushwhacker. He said he kept the boots and horse; we assume he killed the owner.
While fighting in Arkansas, the
Union: soldiers had to forage for their food. One day a detachment
of soldiers, including the two Higgins brothers, stopped at a farm
house. They knew the family were Confederate people, but they
ordered the farm women to cook them some food.
William and Josiah were not the
pushy type, so they were among the last to the table. However,
before they were able to eat, the ones who had eaten first started
dropping dead. The women were accused of poisoning the soldiers and
they admitted to putting arsenic in the food. The leaders decided to
As a young boy, Bud Higgins loved that story and would always ask what did the women do. when they were being hung. father would never tell-him, but his Uncle Jo said, Oh, they just jerked a little bit."
William Wallace was mustered
out of the army at 'DuValls Bluff,
He and his family moved to Kansas, then back to Missouri, then to the Cherokee nation (Oklahoma), back to Missouri, then William decided to go to Idaho. He was a true Higgins with the inherited itchy foot.
He joined a group and with
three yoke of oxen headed for the Sawtooth-Mountains of Idaho in
What is a "Coat of Arms"?
From the earliest times it was customary for warrior chieftains to disp1ay on the battlefield some emblem distinctive of themselves or of their family or tribe. These insignia were usually arbitrary, changeable at the whim or will of the chief; they were not necessarily symbolic nor were they always hereditary.
However, the introduction of armor in the twelfth century made the bearing of such definite distinguishing marks a military necessity. Since the helmet usually covered the face, and body was encased in armor, it became essential for the knight to wear on his shield some appropriate colors or markings by which in the melee of battle he might he plainly recognized by friend and foe alike. During a campaign or at the tournament these differentiating emblems often appeared also on the helmet crest and the lance pennon as well as on the shield. Hence the entire device, was referred to as a "crest". Regularly they were woven into the surcoat, a garment worn over the armor on ceremonial occasions, and at times to protect the armor and its wearer from the blazing heat of the sun. This practice gave rise to the term, "coat of arms".
When the knight appeared in full panoply at a tournament, an official called a herald, announced to the spectators his identity and usually described for them his insignia. This identification was called "blazoning the arms". In time the whole art of identifying the arms, the interpretation and application of the rules and customs that governed the adoption, designing and registration of armorial bearings came to be called "heraldry".
Certain heraldic devices when originally chosen by their wearers, were meant to symbolize some attribute associated with the knight or the family. For the most part, however, the original meanings of the symbol have been lost. In the vast majority of cases, the designs appearing on coats of arms were chosen merely as differentiating marks, and carry with them no special significance, historical or other. At the present time, the interpretation, if any is attempted or given by authorities, is at best traditional.
Your family crest, however, is more than an interesting memorial of a colorful past. It enshrines something of the best traditions on which our civilization is built, and, even in our matter-of-fact day, can provide an incentive to preserve our heritage.
Higgins or O'Higgins is the anglicized form of the Gaelic name O'h.Ui-gin, which means the Descendant of Uige. The word Uige signifies "knowledge: or "ingenuity".
The family originated as an offshoot of the O'Neills of the midlands of lreland, and, through them. Trace their ancestry bock to King Nial of the Nine Hostages, A. D. 379. The Higgins clan spread westwards :\s far as County Sligo where they held large estates until diposessed by Cromwell.
Historically, the most remarkable thing about this family is that they were hereditary brehons. or chief judges of Ireland and produced a great number of distinguished poets and learned men. The famous Irish historians known as the "Four Masters", enumerate no fewer than eleven poets of renown of the Higgins clan. One of Whom was Maolmuire O'h.Cigin, noted Archbishop of Tuam.
With the Destruction of the Gaelic order, the Higgins family lost their pre-eminence in the literary sphere but not their prominence in the world of affairs. Don Ambrosio O'Higgins (1730-1801) is well known as the Liberator of Chile. William O'Higgins (d. 1825) was a chemist of international fame.
||From France to Tennessee
-Guillaume (William) Witt came to America with his wife from Pays d'Aunis La Rochelle, France. A Hugenot emigrant, he came to the new country I 1699 and became one of the founders of Manakin, Virginia.
The name "Wiit" or "Witte" is a Flemish noun meaning "white" as given in the Dictionare Etymologique des noms de famille et pronoms de France by Albert Dauzat, Libraire Larousse, Paris, France, 1951. The name was probably "de Witt" or "de Witte" in the French form.
Charles Witt, the son of Guillaume, lived in Halifax County, Virginia. His will,1 probated in 1782, reads as follows:
name of God amen, I Charles Witt of the County of Halifax be
indisposed in body but of perfect mind of memory praised be God for
the same, Do make constitute and ordain this and none other to be my
last will and testament, in manner of form following. Item, I give
and bequeath unto my Daughter Sarah Kirby one shilling sterling to
her and her heirs. Item, I give and bequeath unto my Daughter
Lavinia Sullins, one shilling sterling to her and her heirs. Item, I
give and bequeath unto my Daughter Mary Jonaken (Jarnigan), one
shilling sterling to her and her heirs. Item, I give and bequeath
unto my son Elijah Witt, one shilling sterling to him and his heirs.
Item, I give and bequeath unto my Daughter Charity Witt after the
death or marriage of my said wife, one cow or two pounds current
money to her and her heirs assings forever. Item, I give and
bequeath unto my Daughter Nelly Witt after the death or marriage of
my said wife, one cow or two pounds current money to her and her
heirs forever. Item, I give and bequeath unto my Daughter Lyddie
Witt after the death or marriage of my said wife, one cow or two
pounds current money to her and her heirs forever. Item, I give and
bequeath unto my Daughter Rhoda Witt after the death or marriage of
my said wife, one cow or two pounds current money to her and her
heirs forever. Item, I give and bequeath unto my Daughter Susanna
Witt after the death or marriage of my said wife, one cow or two
pounds current money to her and her heirs forever.
listed in will book 1, page 414, Halifax County, Virginia.
Guillaume (William) Witt, French Huguenot, and the will of his son Charles. Just to show you how wills wee written in 1782. A cow or two doesn't seen to be a big gift Here in 2008.
||37||Mom gave each of her kids a
copy 1965||MY SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY|
On March 15th my brother Eve came and picked me up. We went to Atlanta where Bessie, Blanche, and Jack were ready and waiting to go with us on our sentimental journey.
My brothers and sisters from Cliff down had attended school in Latham, Kansas. I was six years old when I attended my first term of school there about seventy years ago.
Jack and Eve especially knew and remembered so many people, there and Bessie did also. I remembered a lot of names and people, but not as well as they did.
We lived on a farm south of Latham when I was five years old, and we had a lot of happy memories of that home. Later we moved to town where I entered first grade in the fall.
We left Atlanta about 9:30. We went first to the home of an old school mate of Eve's and Jack's. I remembered him only from a school picture I had seen. We really went back in the sticks before we came to his run-down shack. He came out to meet us and remembered Jack, Eve, and Bessie but didn't seem to remember me. He was 80 or past.
In the yard sleeping in the sun was an old coon dog that didn't even raise his head as we drove the car near him. The boys remembered when the old man had raised and sold hunting dogs for a good price. He said he was too old now to hunt and that the old dog was the last one he had. He said that it was like himself, toothless and too tired to look up when anyone drove in the yard. The had a long visit about the people they once knew and things they used to do.
We drove back to Latham where we had a very good dinner at a small cafe which used to be part of the old store building where Bud clerked before he was married. Opposite this cafe was a small, boarded-up barber shop where Eve had his first hair cut. Near-by was an old livery stable which I hear may be moved to Winfield and placed in their museum later.
While we were in the cafe, several old timers came to talk to us. Jack knew several, as he had seen them several times during the years since we left there.
After dinner we drove around town and saw many of the homes where friends and neighbors used to live. Some of the homes were still in use, some were boarded up, and with some, all that remained were foundations. Some had been replaced by new houses.
Jack and Eve knew where all the old neighbors lived and told many interesting things about them. We saw the spot where Marcus and Mary Haskell lived (Lucy's parents). We saw also the homes of Frank and Geo. Haskell.
From there we headed south and west out of town where we hoped to find the old home where we all lived when I was five years old. We knew the house was gone these many years, and the farm had been a pasture for nearly 70 years. We drove through gates and over gullies until we could go no further by car. Jack, Eve, and I started waling. Bessie and Blanche stayed in the car. We walked over a quarter of a mile when the boys stopped and said, "This is the spot where our house stood." I could see nothing but dead grass and rocks, but the boys soon found a small part of the foundation and finally the large flat rock which served as a step to our kitchen door.
Jack poked around with his cane, and Eve and I lifted flat stones and finally found several pieces of broken china with pink flowers. I also found some pieces of a large stone jar and part of the handle. We used to use many of such jars to put our meat down in brine, to make pickles and for many other uses. I felt sure they had belonged to my mother. I could hardly describe my feelings as I stood, after 70 years, in the spot where we all lived and had such happy memories.
Eve walked to the creek and found the old ford which we crossed to get to town. He remembered a willow tree that grew on the bank as we drove down to the creek bed. He broke off a green branch and gave it to Bessie. She has it planted in her yard in Atlanta. Just east of our old home was the home of Geo. Fuller, where he took Aura as a bride.
We left there and drove to the cemetery where we spent some time looking up the graves of so many people we had known. We saw the graves of Mr. and Mrs. Haskell and Geo. I could hardly believe my eyes when I read that they were born in 1830 and 1831. That would be thirty years before the Civil War. From there we went to see an old bachelor who is an antique dealer. He had five full rooms of antiques and also several other buildings. There were many very old things from several countries. They were all very interesting but not as exciting as the pieces of an old brown jar which I held in my hand.
Well, we came on home from there. We were all tired but I felt as if I had stepped out of a strange and exciting story book.
We are going again some day to see another place where we lived when I was seven and eight. Maybe there will be nothing but part of a foundation and memories.
|I thought maybe you would enjoy
Grandma's Disease Author unknown|
There's been a change in Grandma, we've noticed her of late. She's always reading history or jotting down some date. She's tracking back the family, we'll all have pedigrees. Oh, Grandma's got a hobby - she's climbing the FAMILY TREE.
Poor Grandpa does the cooking, and now,
or so he states, That worst of all, he has to wash the cups and
dinner plates. Grandma can't be bothered, she's busy as a bee,
Compiling genealogy for the FAMILY TREE.
She has no time to babysit, the curtains
are a fright, No buttons left on Grandpa's shirt, the flower bed's a
sight. She's given up her club work and the soaps on TV, The only
thing she does nowadays is climb the FAMILY TREE.
She goes down to the courthouse and
studies ancient lore, We know more about our forebears than we ever
knew before. The books are old and dusty, they make poor Grandma
sneeze, A minor irritation when you're climbing the FAMILY TREE.
The mail is all for Grandma, it comes
from near and far, Last week she got the proof she needs to join the
DAR. A monumental project all do agree, All from climbing the FAMILY
Now some folks came from Scotland, some
from Galway Bay, Some were French as pastry, some German all the
way. Some went West to stake their claims, some stayed there by the
sea. Grandma hopes to find them all, as she climbs the FAMILY TREE.|
She wanders through the graveyard in search of date and name, The rich, the poor, the in-between, all sleeping there the same. She pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze, That blows above the Fathers of all our FAMILY TREES.
There are pioneers and patriots, mixed
in our kith and kin,Who blazed the paths of wildness and fought
through thick and thin. But none more staunch than Grandma, who eyes
light up with glee, Each time she finds a missing branch for the
Their skills were wide and varied, from
carpenter to cook, And one, alas, the records show, was hopelessly a
crook.Blacksmith, weaver, farmer, judge - some tutored for a fee.
Once lost in time, now all recorded on the FAMILY TREE.
To some it's just a hobby, to Grandma
it's much more, She learns the joys and heartaches of those that
went before. They loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept - and
now, for you and me, They live again in spirit around the FAMILY
At last she's nearly finished and we are each exposed, Life will be the same again, this we all supposed. Grandma will cook and sew, serve cookies with our tea. We'll all be fat, just as before the wretched FAMILY TREE.
Sad to relate, the preacher called and visited for a spell. We talked about the Gospel, and other things as well. The heathen folk, the poor and then - 'twas fate, it had to be, Somehow the conversation turned to Grandma and the FAMILY TREE.
He never knew his Grandpa, his mother's
name was...Clark? He and Grandma talked and talked, outside it grew
quite dark. We'd hoped our fears were groundless, but just like some
disease, Gramdma's become an addict - she's hooked on FAMILY TREES!
Our souls are filled with sorrow, our
hearts sad with dismay. Our ears could scarce believe the words we
heard our Grandma say, "It sure is a lucky thing that you have come
to me, I know exactly how it's done. I'll climb your FAMILY TREE."
||Bobbie giving a lesson on
rubbing an otherwise indelible tombstone with sidewalk chalk. It is
||Higgins' tombstone. Finished
one is in the shade, but more readable.
Bessie, Eve, Aura, Jack, Annabelle June 1961
THE HIGGINS GIRLS
Mary, Bessie, Aura, Annabelle
Mary, Annabelle, Cliff
Annabelle, Bessie, Eve, Jack, Aurelia, Bud, Mary
|I just call them "God's People"|
Some of you will recognize the ones I have ? on
|Annabelle, Lacel Moss, Clyde
Wilcox, ?, Blanch and Ben Robertson, ?, Aunt Francies, ??,
||Will and Mary Moore, Lorene
Woods, ?, Thelma Woods, ?. In front: Jack Higgins and Arthur Moore|