A few weeks back was my kid’s spring break. We decided to do a long weekend in
Williamsburg,
Virginia instead of taking a whole week off and traveling. Way too much to do around here to be gone
that long, which of course the boys hated since I made them clean and icky
stuff like that.
We did the usual touristy stuff that we hadn’t done in a
couple of years. Wondered about Colonial
Williamsburg and had a picture taken with the boys in stocks. It was an instant favorite of ours and
Facebook. We also went to the
DeWitt Wallace Decorative Arts Museum in which I almost lost the boys to the gun and
sword collections. There was also a day spent wandering around
the
Yorktown Victory Center plus watching the musket and mortar demonstrations. Loud booms are always a plus with my family.
My highlight of the trip was dragging the family to meet
a distant cousin from my mother’s Drake family line. She and her husband live in Williamsburg. We had a lovely evening talking and getting to know each other over snacks and wine. It was a great time and I have to say she is
one fascinating lady. We share my 6th
great grandfather, James Drake. In this blog I have
written several posts about him and his son Tarleton, my 5th great
grandfather.
What's even more fascinating for me is the that my mother
and I are direct line maternal descendants of Tarleton’s wife Mary. The fact I have been able to piece this line
back is, as many of you know, amazing.
The line goes: Me, my mom, my grandmother, Ila Sanders, Mary Ellen
Wildman, Mary Frances Moberly, Delilah Drake, and Mary Unknown. Last week my mother’s mDNA test came in. I haven’t been able to look at them yet and
it is killing me. Maybe this will help
figure out a piece of the puzzle as to who Mary was.
While that is all fascinating and stuff, there was
another little adventure we went on thanks to my Drake Cousin. She gave us directions to the parish church
where James and his Siblings were baptized.
It is still there and still functioning.
How could I pass up a trip to see it?
St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in New Kent, Virginia was amazing. We arrived after services on a Sunday so we
were unable to tour the inside, but I am not above peering through windows to
see what I can see. The church has an
amazing history and has the honor of being the church that George Washington and Martha
Dandridge Custis were married in (the first, first family).
Of course, when I went out to read about the church I did
some digging around the website, and much to my glee I found their
colonial records are on line. Yes, I did a happy dance! My Drake Cousin did
say that while some of the children from James's parents, William and Sarah are
listed, there are a few known children missing.
James is unfortunately one of them.
However, it appears to be due to the fact that the Parish Register was
not kept as well up to date as it should have been for a number of years, and
there are large holes. His birth time frame falls into one of these holes.
We spent quite a lot of time wandering around the grounds
and looking at the cemetery. No family was buried there, that am aware of, but there were some very interesting stones. I and my husband both find looking at gravestones fascinating, and we
were not disappointed.
One that was a modern tech and old world charm learning
moment was the stone of Willliam Langborn.
Below is the inscription from the stone:
to the Memory of
William Langborn
Son of Robert
And Mary Langborn
Of Fetter Lane
London
Born the 21st
of October 1723
And died the 19th
of March 1766
Also Francis
Dandridge
Langborn, Son of
William
and Susanna
Langborn
Born the 9th
of March 1760
and died the 3rd
of September 1760
I could not believe all of the genealogical information I
found on this stone. If he was my
ancestor I would have felt like I hit the jackpot.
My husband found this grave first, and to be honest when
I saw him with his phone out I assumed he was checking email or doing something
for work. However, next thing I know he
is calling us all over. He began reading
the stone to our boys and then stopped when he came to the street in London this
gentleman had been born on. Hubby produced
his phone and
showed them the map with this street on it. You should have seen their eyes as they
digested this information; that his man had come from there all the way over to
where we were standing. Once again, never
underestimate the power of mobile technology.
One other element caught my attention on the stone, and that was a
crest. If you don’t know, I love heraldic
display of all types and find it fascinating. Currently I am tracking it down to see if it was his family crest, his and his wife's marshaled together, or if it is a civic type crest.
Finally there was one other stone that stood out, and
that was for Calvin Hooker Goddard. His
tombstone caught me from across the yard as it was one of the largest there and
on the back I saw a large coat of arms as well as the words “Order of the Crown
of Italy.” Wow, I just had to find what
that was all about. This man, simply
put, was amazing. In fact, after reading
the back of the stone and doing some Googling I couldn't believe I was standing
there reading about the man who is the father of firearms identification. If you don’t know who he was, please take a
moment to read about his
fascinating life and his contributions to
forensic technology. Oh, and
his work on the
St. Valentine's Day Massacre, which is by far the most important thing according to my kids.
The inscription reads on the front:
Calvin Hooker Goddard
Colonel, United States Army
Oct. 30, 1891 - Feb. 22, 1955
Son of
Capt. Henry Perkins and Lida Whitman Goddard
of Norwich, Conn.
His Beloved Wife
Eliza Cunningham Harrison
Jan. 25, 1888 - Sept. 24, 1960
The inscription reads on the back:
Legion of Merit
Expert Marksman
Crest (my research indicates: heraldic grenade for the ordinance corps,
crossed pistols for military police, caduceus for medical corps,
and the quill with parchment for writing.)
Order of the
Crown of Italy
He held three commissions in the United States Army
In the ordnance corps. the military police corps and
the medical corps and served in each with distinction.
"He was an historian and a prolific writer."
with vision and imagination, he developed firearm
identification and pioneered in scientific criminology
thus serving his country and his fellowman well
and for all time.
At times I can be a bit out of the loop, and as I have
pointed out here in the past, scared of change and resistant to it. Yes, I am a Gen-Xer but I am entitled to have
“fuddy-duddy” ways as some of my friends point out. Seriously, if is aint broke why fix it?
