American Revolutionary Ancestors

My ancestors in this country go back approximately 400 years depending on which way I go. I will start with the two major ones; my mother’s maternal line Wright, and my father’s paternal line Andrews.

My mother had done a lot of initial research in the family history. My grandmother was Mary Elizabeth Wright and the Wrights can trace their history to very prominent families in Bedford County Virginia going back to the 1600’s. There have been several books written about the Wright’s of Bedford County.

The farthest back I have verified on record is Thomas Wright who was born in Virginia in 1695 and died in 1763. He is my 7th great-grandfather. His son, Joseph, born in 1742, furnished supplies to revolutionists in the American Revolutionary War.

Through this line, I and my children are all eligible to join the Sons or Daughters of the American Revolution.

The Andrews side also hails from Virginia, near Petersburg, just south of Richmond in Chesterfield County. My Aunt helped me fill in some missing links and through Ancestry I have traced them back also to the 1600s.

Benjamin Andrews, 5th great-grandfather, was born in 1699 in Henrico Virginia. He died in Chesterfield County in 1778.

Benjamin’s father Thomas was born in Wiltshire England, and he died in Henrico, Virginia in 1731. He had three other sons, and in his will which can been seen online, he left two of his sons one hundred acres of land each. The other son, John, received the plantation and all it’s livestock and goods, but poor Benjamin only got one cow and one calf. However, he fared better than his three sisters that only received one shilling each.

Benjamin’s son, Bullard (4th GGF), would have been of the right age in the American Revolutionary War, but I cannot find any record that he served. Although there is a record that he served in the war of 1812.

After poor Benjamin left with his cow and calf, he must have moved south to Chesterfield County, VA. There the line continues to my grandfather, Aubrey, ancestry records reveal they were all poor country farmers.

The Wright’s were well off middle-class families. During the Civil War, some of the Virginia Wrights, who were abolitionist moved to Ohio. Today, there are tens of thousands of descendants of Thomas Wright (6th GGF) living in the US.

The other two direct lines include my father’s maternal line and my mother’s paternal line.

My Grandmother Alease was a Cole. I trace them as far back as 1775 in Chesterfield County, Virginia. They also were a family of country farmers.

My mother’s paternal line is Van Houten, the farthest I can verify records is the 1850’s in New Jersey. There was a large Dutch settlement there and I can only verify the direct information that my mother had assembled. James Marcus Van Houten (2nd GGF) was born in 1828. He married Lydia Wolf(e), also born in 1828.

I cannot verify any details of Lydia’s family before her marriage to James Marcus. However, there is a short family history written in the late 50’s early 60’s by my grandfather’s sister that states her family tore their clothing and declared her dead when she married him. Many census records show her born in New Jersey or New York but in 1880 it states she was born in Portugal.

After the Civil War the Van Houten’s and their sons moved south to Georgia where my grandfather Wallace Van Houten was born. James and Lydia’s son, William, (b.1855) was once the Mayor of Sycamore, GA. In searching the GA Archives, I found a picture of a cotton gin he designed that won a first prize at the state fair in 1901.

I have found so many stories in researching family history. I have tried to piece together little bits of information I’ve found to see what can tell me about their lives.

Like the history of any place or family there are courageous stories, sad stories, stories that make you proud and stories that leave you feeling remorseful. All in all, it reveals an amazing journey that combines your life with the lives of thousands of others who share these histories as well.

John Peter and Mineta Wright parents of Mary Elizabeth Wright (maternal great-grandparents)

Wallace Van Houten and Mary Elizabeth Wright – my maternal grandparents

Molly Stratton Brown Wright 1858-1930. Mother of John Peter Wright (maternal 2nd GGM)

Robert Ruffin Andrews (1862-1926), father of Aubrey Andrews here with his youngest son, Linwood. (Paternal Great Grandfather)

Aubrey and Alease Andrews (paternal grandparents) with their children Eugene, Marie, and Thelma.

Albert Thomas Cole, and Etta Virginia Butler on their wedding day (abt 1907) – Alease’s parents. (Great Grandparents)

Eliza Jane Crews (1849-1923) – mother of Albert Thomas Cole, wife of William C Cole (Paternal 2nd GGM)

William C Cole (1849-1920) father of Albert Thomas Cole and husband of Eliza Jane Crews (Paternal 2nd GGF)

Ida Florence Fountain Van Houten (1878-1968) taken in Sycamore, GA around 1960, great-grandmother, mother of Wallace Van Houten

William Van Houten (1855-1917) great-grandfather husband to Ida Florence Fountain Van Houten and father of Wallace Van Houten. Former Mayor Sycamore, GA

Lydia Wolf(e) Van Houten (1828 – around 1900) 2nd Great-grandmother born in New York died in Georgia, mother of William Van Houten.

Photo credit: Georgia Virtual Vault

More Gratitude for Veterans

November 11: Veterans Day in The US, Armistice Day and Remembrance Day in UK, Canada and other countries.

A time to honor and recognize the men and women who have served to protect the freedoms for which we all have benefited – our freedoms,  and the freedom of people all around the world.

They have sacrificed, they did so for love of their countries, with a sense of honor and pride. Their devotion for the countries they served does not fade.  They are a noble group, a very small percentage of our population who answered the call to serve.

I did some research and found that those currently serving (active duty) in the US Military, all branches, comprises (.4%) less than ONE HALF of ONE PERCENT of the population of the United States. In 1970 during the Vietnam War it was only 1.4%.

Today there are 18.2 million veterans living in the US going back to WWII. So total the percent of US veterans still living is just 6.4% of the US population.

They truly are, and were, the select, the brave and the few who sacrificed so much for the protection and security of the 99.6% of the rest of us.

They are the shield standing between us and those who want to destroy us. My promise is to honor and remember them everyday and keep them always on my heart and in my prayers.

Photo Credit: UnSplash, Tim Mossholder

The Battle of Mogadishu

Today marks the 30th anniversary of the Battle of Mogadishu, commonly referred to as the Black Hawk Down Incident that was part of Operation Gothic Serpent. My son Aaron was there that day with the 10th Mountain Division, a member of the 14th Infantry Regiment (“Golden Dragons”).

Just a little over a year earlier, he had a midnight curfew; now he was one of America’s finest defending the weak and fighting for the lives of the poor and starving in Somalia. They were there to prevent the starvation and assist in the distribution of food that was being hijacked by warlords in the area.

On 3 October 1993, a raid was planned to seize two of of the warlord’s top lieutenants. During the operation Somali forces shot down three American Black Hawk helicopters and the battle that followed to rescue the soldiers deep in city became an overnight standoff that extended into the next day, October 4. In the end, although a success, it left 18 dead American soldiers and 73 wounded. Mine was one of the wounded.

Receiving a call from the Department of Defense is something that is burned into your mind. Thankfully, I was forewarned by Aaron’s dad who was called first and told that he had been injured. In some ways it was a relief; as it had been nearly unbearable to have a loved one serving there and watching the horrors unfolding on the news.

My DOD call came after days of watching live action on the news, watching as young men were being dragged through the streets, watching as the chaos unfolded. I found myself trying to determine if it was my son in these scenes. The truth is, they were all my sons; they all wore US uniforms, they were all… oh so young.

He received a Purple Heart for the wounds he received that day. A medal to honor those who sacrificed for our freedoms; those wounded or killed in combat.

After I watched the 2019 documentary “Black Hawk Down: The Untold Story,” I understood better the terror of that night and the bravery and loyalty these young men exhibited surrounded by darkness and gunfire in the middle of Mogadishu.

Young men who stepped up to the job, fought to bring their fellow soldiers home. Some wounds heal quicker than others and although they relive the horrors and loss of this day every day, on the anniversary it is especially poignant.

My prayer is that on this day their hearts will also be filled with pride for their actions and those of their brothers in arms who accepted the task and fought through that long night. We love and respect you all and keep you in our prayers.

I often pray for the mothers whose sons and daughters are today serving our country today, as it is a hard job to be strong and supportive when your child is in harms way.

Remembering the lost:

  • CW3 Donovan Lee “Bull” Briley – 19 Dec 1959 – 3 Oct 1993
  • SSG Daniel Darrell Busch – 30 Jul 1968 – 3 Oct 1993
  • SPC James Manuel Cavaco – 12 Feb 1967 -3 Oct 1993
  • SSGT William David “Bill” Cleveland Jr. – 27 Jan 1959 – 3 Oct 1993
  • SSGT Thomas Joseph “Tommy” Field – 11 Apr 1968 – 3 Oct 1993
  • SFC Earl Robert Fillmore – 16 Jun 1965 – 3 Oct 1993
  • CW4 Raymond Alex Frank – 11 May 1948 – 3 Oct 1993
  • MSG Gary Ivan Gordon – 30 Aug 1960 – 3 Oct 1993
  • SGT Cornell Lemont Houston – 22 Jun 1962 – 6 Oct 1993
  • SGT James Casey Joyce – 15 Aug 1969 – 3 Oct 1993
  • SPC Richard Wayne “Alphabet” Kowalewski Jr. – 31 Mar 1973 – 3 Oct 1993
  • PFC James Henry Martin Jr. – 17 Mar 1970 – 4 Oct 1993
  • MSGT Timothy Lynn “Griz” Martin- 9 Jul 1955-3 Oct 1993
  • SGT Dominick Michael Pilla – 31 Mar 1972 – 3 Oct 1993
  • SFC Matthew Loren “Matt” Rierson – 29 Sep 1960 – 6 Oct 1993
  • SGT Lorenzo Manuel Ruiz – 21 Jun 1966-3 Oct 1993
  • SFC Randall David Shughart – 13 Aug 1958 – 3 Oct 1993
  • CPL James Edgar “Jamie” Smith Jr. – 16 Feb 1972 – 3 Oct 1993
  • CWO Clifton Phillip “Elvis” Wolcott – 20 Jan 1957 – 3 Oct 1993

My Flag

I am, right or wrong, always looking for hidden meanings in occurrences of simple things I see everyday.

I have an American flag that is mounted to my garage. I can see it from my kitchen window and I often admire its red, white and navy blue colors against the sky blue of my house.

This particular flag has been waving there since 2017. I retired its predecessor by folding it and placing it in the flag box at the local American Legion Post. There it will be part of an annual disposal ceremony where unserviceable flags are respectfully and honorably retired from life.

https://www.legion.org/flag/ceremony

This flag, being an all weather flag, is on display all year and as it is illuminated by the light beside it; it stays up night and day.

As well as being able to view it from my kitchen window, I also see it via my security cameras from work. Some blustery days I get many notifications as my flag waves wildly in the the wind. It will spread out to full display and flip overhead to spread out again.

Yesterday, I received a notification from the camera but when I looked my flag was not there. How could that be? It was in a flag mount, mounted to the wall in a slot that holds the pole at a downward angle. Was it stolen?

I arrived home late last night with high wind and heavy rain still pounding around me and I wasn’t able to look for my flag. This morning before dawn, I go downstairs to make coffee and look out the window to see my flag lying on the ground. Somehow yesterday’s wind unseated it from its mount and threw it to the ground.

I looked at my flag laying there in the dark and that’s when my mind started exploring the symbolism of this scene. Was this sign of current events, was it a sign of defeat or even death of the values and freedoms for which it stands?

More than the particulars of stars, stripes, the red, the white and the blue but the values, freedoms, unity, and justice.

“I pledge (promise) allegiance (loyalty and commitment) to the flag (the symbol) of the United (joined together for a common purpose) States of America , and to the republic (state where sovereignty rests with the people) for which it stands (represents), one nation under God (a country formed under a creator and ruler of the universe and source of all moral authority), indivisible (unable to divide or be separated) with liberty (freedom) and justice (fairness) for all (each and every citizen).”

My hope and prayer is that we have not fallen so far that there is no more loyalty to the republic that the flag represents, that we are not becoming so divided that we can no longer reach common ground, that our flag indeed stands for freedom and fairness for each and every citizen… those born here and those who have chosen to make this great country their home. Brave men and women have fought and died for the ideals and principals this flag represents. It honors them.

As for my flag, I will loving retrieve it, clean it and proudly display it once again. May the nation and principals for which it stands endure forever.

The Purple Heart

August 7, National Purple Heart Day. A day to honor those who sacrificed for our freedoms; those wounded or killed in combat. For the wounded, some wounds heal quicker than others.

Today I honor my son Aaron. Wounded in the Battle of Mogadishu, October 3-4, 1993.

Receiving a call from the Department of Defense is something that is burned into your mind. Mine came after days of watching live action on CNN watching as young men were being dragged through the streets of Mogadishu. I found myself trying to determine if it was my son in these scenes. The truth is they were all my sons, they all wore US uniforms, they were all oh so young. Mine, just a little over a year earlier, had a midnight curfew; now he was one of America’s finest defending the weak and fighting for the lives of the poor and starving in Somalia. They were there to prevent starving and assist in the distribution of food that was being hijacked by warlords in the area.

imageThe Purple Heart, “The Purple Heart medal represents courage, sacrifice, commitment and ‘heart.’

Thank you Aaron for your service then, and now, to defend the weak, uphold the law, for everyday putting others lives before your own.

Be safe out there 💜