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Thursday, May 31, 2012

Treasure Chest Thursday: Gold Headed Cane

My grandfather, Alfred Tennyson Vaughn and the gold-headed cane

& the Gold-Headed Cane

My grandparents, Alfred & Naomi (Herzog) Vaughn with the Gold Headed Cane




The Story of the Gold Headed Cane:
A gold headed cane was a status symbol, and was owned by plantation owners. Cornelius Vaughn owned one of these gold headed canes.

At a golden wedding celebration in 9/1/1890, at Medical Lake, Washington, Cornelius Vaughn passed down the gold headed cane down. So the cane was passed down from Cornelius Vaughn Sr. to Cornelius Vaughn Jr. and on to Joseph George Vaughn. Then just two days before he died, Joseph George called all of his children, as could possibly come, to his bedside. Those children that were able to make it were: StanleyFloraWilliamDavidElmer, and AlfredJoseph George Vaughn then presented the gold-headed cane down to Alfred Tennyson Vaughn, the youngest of all the children. He asked that his name and those present, all of their names be inscribed on the gold head of the cane. This was not done because they decided that there were just too many names.




Alfred Tennyson Vaughn had this cane in Seattle, until his death in 1999. His wife kept it in safe keeping where it was passed on to another Vaughn relative.



Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Wordless Wednesdays

Wordless Wednesdays hosted by Geneabloggers.........

                                                   
                                                    1956 Adak, AK (My mom & her siblings)

Wedding Wednesday

Today is Wedding Wednesday at Geneabloggers.........so here's my tidbit for today:

                                Above is a photo of my grandparents while they were courting!


Alfred Tennyson & Naomi Eileen (Herzog) Vaughn's Engagement photo







Alfred Tennyson & Naomi Eileen (Herzog) Vaughn were married November 17, 1943 in Seattle, Washington while Alfred was on Military (Army) medical emergency leave to be with his family while his father was dying in Entiat, Washington (outside of Wenatchee).  This precious couple was my maternal grandparents.  Grandpa loved to write poetry and was very gifted at writing stories.

Grandpa met Grandma in December 1942 at the First Church of the Nazarene in Seattle.  She was playing her violin, when they were introduced by a man named Bill Campbell, a mutual friend.  In Early 1943, Grandpa asked for Grandma's hand in marriage.  He asked her if she would accept a "special ring" and become his bride.  Being raised in a conservative home, she asked for "time to consider", but with a kindly "twinkle" in her eye she said "Yes!"  They were married at the First Nazarene church in Seattle.  The reception was held at the Reverend Edward's home.

Joseph George Vaughn, age 20



          Here are the children that were present at Joseph George Vaughn's funeral.  

On November the 18th,   Grandpa & Grandma Vaughn left to visit his father, Joseph George Vaughn in Entiat, Washington, who was ill. Grandpa Joseph George Vaughn, then presented Grandpa Alfred Tennyson Vaughn with the Gold Headed Cane he received from his father Cornelius Vaughn, a book of Bible Studies written by his Grandfather George Hand.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Wisdom Wednesday: Family: How the Little things can change your family tree!

This is part of a Genealogy blogging series hosted by Geneabloggers.  Another article for today is Wisdom Wednesdays: Family: How the Little things can change your family Tree!


*I will be using initials for the actual families involved. This is based on ACTUAL and true events!*


Several months ago, our family & I went out to dinner at Chili’s after church with several other families. As we were sitting there, the husbands of the G & P family were to my left and LG was to my right. We were eating and having a great conversation. The husbands had gotten into this conversation that started over a photo of an armadillo that was pictured above RG’s head. They began to talk when PP & RG realized that they might have been from the same very VERY small and VERY tiny town. As LG puts a bite of food into her mouth, PP asks her if she knows the “Browns”. She replies, “They are my grandparents! She then begins to drop her fork!” As PP & LG keep talking, it was in no time that they realized that they were COUSINS and had no idea that each other existed OR that they went to the same church, both homeschooled and both had 5 children! A TOTAL “God Thing!” Let’s back up about 30 years or so……..LG’s mother had gotten into a squabble & argument with LG’s family (Aunts, grandmother etc) when she was 6 years old. Because of this squabble, she had cut off ALL contact with the family. LG had no contact with her cousins, with her aunts & uncles, nor with her grandparents. She was told horrible things about her family (which were not true). Because her mother chose to hold a grudge, she changed her family tree. She made LG (& her brother) miss the joy of being with her aunts, uncles, cousins & grandparents. She missed time with her grandparents and didn’t even associate with them when they had died L This made me incredibly sad. I am going to be completely transparent here. I am not going to pretend that my family is perfect. My brother & I, in fact, have had our fair share of issues. We always had this battle going on back & forth (since we were little) etc….until one day it came to a head. A HUGE, ugly head. It was a heated debate for 1 ½ - 2 hours. Lots of tears……..lots of Tears! But after that I wrote him a 14 page letter and I went all the way back to our childhoods. ALL the way back and unleashed it ALL. We were able to talk about it & get past it! Today, we have a great relationship. We can talk calmly without it getting heated. We can have a good conversation. We can help each other & build each other up. I am THANKFUL today that we have that relationship. I am thankful that I have a great relationship with his wife, Angie and I love those 3 kids of his………dearly! I am so blessed that our boys have such an awesome and good relationship with his children & their aunt & uncle. BUT…….if Eddie & I hadn’t worked it out a few years ago, that wouldn’t be the case. It would have changed our family dynamics. It would have changed our family tree. I can’t imagine my life, my family’s life or my children’s life, without their family! All in all, regardless of the issue, IT’S NOT WORTH IT ! What maybe “trivial” to you, might be devastating to someone else. Blood is thicker than water is SO true. People need to know that when all else fails, that their family will be there for them no matter what (besides the Lord!). They need to know that they can trust you, depend on you and that you would be there for them & visa versa. So when you are having family disagreements, issues, confrontations or squabbles, In light of eternity, it’s not worth it. It’s not worth the anger & the bitterness. It just breaks my heart that LG has missed out on SO much of her family. It just brought me to tears that the P family & G family didn’t know each other before that (especially because I love my cousins SO much!). The telling thing was that PP’s father is huge into genealogy, as am I. All that his father had for LG was her name & birthdate. Everything else was BLANK! Just think about that……..because of the actions of her mother so many years ago, LG was robbed of her family. It changed her family tree! Just some things that are weighing on my heart today! Hope this helps someone! Remember we are not promised tomorrow, so make everyday count!

Monday, May 28, 2012

REMINISCING the Vaughn Heritage 1


Looking Towards Heaven (Pictured above is a well-loved man, named Dad and Grandpa.)


**Note** This is the first of 6 articles that were written by my maternal Grandfather, Alfred Tennyson Vaughn before his death July 25, 1999. I didn't know they existed, until I did some family searching on the net and they came up. They were published in 2000 after his death. Needless to say, since I didn't know these were out there, I was in tears when I saw them. They are a cherished gift from Grandpa, who was a wonderful writer and poet! We love and miss you Grandpa!

REMINISCING
The Vaughn Heritage
by
Alfred Tennyson Vaughn

Editor's note: This week we begin publishing a history of remembrances of the Entiat Valley written by Alfred Tennyson Vaughn before he passed away in July of 1999. Alfred was the son of Joseph and Eva (Stanley) Vaughn who came to North Central Washington in 1888. Alfred had 10 siblings, seven of them born in the Entiat Valley. The Vaughn schoolhouse which was near Cooper's Store was named after the family.

Home on the Missouri

It would be wonderful if each member of our family could record their lifetime memories on tape, or in story form. As the youngest child of Joseph G. and Eva (Stanley) Vaughn, I realize how much my memories have become part of my life.
And so, I shall try to recall and record as much as possible from my experience, and those things I remember that were told to me by my parents and relatives.
Father was fond of relating events from his boyhood days in Missouri where he was raised by his grandparents, Cornelius and Mary Vaughn.
His grandfather had moved from the old homestead in Lexington, Kentucky that he had inherited from his father, Cornelius, Sr., in 1859. I am not sure of the year in which they moved, but it was near the end of the Civil War. All former slaves were left behind except one couple who asked to go with the growing family.
The family settled in Northwestern Missouri in Richmond, Ray County, on a large farm located on the banks of the Missouri River.
Father was orphaned at an early age, the only son of Joseph T. and Mary Louise Hand Vaughn. And, as the custom was, he was raised along with his uncles and cousins in Grandfather Cornelius' home.
After a few years, they moved to another place which provided better ground on which to raise a family that was growing smaller as they grew up.
Father sometimes told about the tasks that became his when he became old enough to do his share of work.
One of the unpleasant tasks was working out in the tobacco fields in the humid climate where he picked worms off of the tobacco leaves. The sickening smell of the tobacco made it the most difficult of tasks. Hoeing in the cornfields was preferable by far.
In autumn time, harvesting kept them all busy. They would gather to make apple butter in a large 40-gallon copper kettle that hung over a fire pit. Father told of how the apples were cut and trimmed and then put into the kettle to cook for long hours over the fire.
Father helped by keeping the fire supplied with wood, and sometimes stood by the kettle stirring the mixture with a long-handled ladle.
The family also butchered hogs outdoors, dipping them into a long trough of scalding hot water heated over a fire. The ham and bacon meat was treated and cured in smokehouses in hickory smoke. (I remember how we did that at the farm where I grew up.)
Father told about a pet raccoon that was always into mischief of some kind. One day, while they were butchering, the coon watched them test the temperature of the water by quickly dipping their finger in and out of the water.
While their backs were turned, the coon apparently tried to mimic the way they tested the water. Being small, the coon reached too far and fell into the tank of scalding water. Its pitiful cry of pain came too late to save him, even though they pulled it out at once.
Of course, there were many times between tasks when they found pleasure in fishing for catfish, and coon hunting at night, as well as skinny-dipping in backwater ponds.
No doubt there was a bit of Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer in the youngsters who grew up along the Missouri. Perhaps the coon hunting at night was one of the more challenging pastimes.
When the wild coons became too troublesome, by raiding their chicken house, they would take their hounds, guns and lanterns and track the coon between the chicken house and the swamp.

Next week-- Coon and turkey hunting and the move West.