#26 Horse Thief?? 52 Ancestors in a Year

#26 Legend. The Horse Thief!  The True Story

My mother always talked about the horse thief in the Lloyd family.  The supposed horse thief was a brother to her grandfather, George Martin Lloyd,.  I could never remember if she said it was “Tony” or “Skook”.   I began to research both of them and they led adventurist’s  lives.  “Skook” or Albert died in Montana in 1902 from appendicitis.  But “Tony” or William lived in Fort Benton in 1900 and was a boarder and gambler.  Pretty good chance he was the horse thief.

As I was sorting information on the Lloyd family, I came across a copy of the newspaper,  the Waitsburg paper, The Times on 10 August 1894, with the story of the “cattle thieves” and not horse thieves. (story has been found in other Washington newspapers)  Names were similar in the family so good story to research.  The name was William Lloyd.  Same as “Tony’s” given name!

1894 LLOYD, William The_Seattle_Post_Intelligencer_Tue__Aug_7__1894_.jpg

The newspaper reports that there had been numerous cattle rustling events in the area and the authorities set up a “sting”.  There maybe have had help with knowledge of the attempted cattle rustling from an insider.

1894 LLOYD, William--Spokane_Chronicle_Mon__Aug_6__189

The cattle theft occurred on 6 August 1894, and shoot out among thieves and authorities occurred.  William Lloyd received a gunshot to his leg and one leg was broken.  William Lloyd was arrested and charges were filed.  At the arraignment William pled not guilty.  He was charged with the crime of stealing of one or more head of cattle.

The trial was held in Asotin, Washington and verdict, guilty as charged, was delivered on 12 April 1895. He was  sentenced to serve 3 years at the State Prison.  

I wondered if the penitentiary records were on file for the Walla Walla Penitentiary.  And they were!  For a nominal fee of $17, I was able to obtain his entire file.  The description of the inmate listed his parents as deceased, where born  and his age when his parents died.  He was 4 years old when his mother died and 7 when his father died.  Everything on the description matched the family information in my inherited genealogy collection. His stated that his closest relative was A. G. Lloyd who was the father of William Lloyd in Fort Benton; my great great grandfather, my mother’s great grandfather and William Lloyd, the inmate’s, uncle.

The description, created when he was received at the prison on 15 September 1895, includes his physical description as well as injuries suffered when captured.  William was 28 years old, his occupation was horseman.  There is no mention that his leg was amputated.

I received the entire court case which began in the county of Asotin.  He was sentenced to 3 years at the State Prison.  He received a pardon on 27 November 1896 from the Governor of Washington, J. H. McGraw.  William served over a year at the State Prison.

One of my mother’s cousins was living when I discovered the true story.  I sent her the information and she promptly called me after reading it.  She said that she was very upset at what I had discovered,  I explained it was history.  She replied, ”No that wasn’t the problem.  For all these years, I have told others that it was my uncle that was the horse thief and now I have to go tell everyone I was wrong and it was my first cousin once removed!"  She also stated that on Sunday they always went to visit one of the cattle thieves and she always wondered why he limped!

William Orchard Lloyd

mug shot from 1894

Identification Record from Prison

#25 Earliest 52 Ancestors in a year

#25. Earliest

Earliest what?  

I have early letters, from the 1820's, a diary with pictures of the trip to Yellowstone in 1913 and various letters collected over the years by my mother and her great aunt in their pursuit of genealogy.  

Scrapbooks! Yes I have scrapbooks created by mother, in elementary school, high school and college and during her married life.  She was always cutting up the newspaper for pictures and newsworthy items.  She made a scrapbook for her first day of college detailing every day.  She made scrapbooks for my sister and I.  Through out the years there are various scrapbooks, some have newspaper clippings of obituaries, marriages, births or other newsworthy items of family members.

Helen Lloyd's first scrapbook

She was born in 1924. 

I think the scrapbook is probably created about 1930

So I am intrigued by my mother’s scrapbooks.  The amount of work that went into them.  I only wish I had kept that legacy going.  In a way, I have, photo albums and cuttings from newspapers.  

This scrapbook begins with the program of a play in 1932

Helen would have been 8.

#24. Dear Diary. 52 Ancestors in a Year: Yellowstone Park Diary

#24 Dear Diary.  Yellowstone Park trip in a diary

Several years ago I decided the best way to share family information would be to blog.  I knew “nothing” about a blog or how to start one.  But that morning in August of 2015, I jumped in, because a diary began on August 13, 1913, to tell the story of a trip to Yellowstone Park.  The keeper of the diary was my grandmother, Della Kurtz.  I even had the original pictures to add to the blog.

My grandmother and some family members from Pennsylvania and Montana took a tour from Dillon, Montana through Yellowstone park via horse and buggy.  The trip began August 13 and they returned home on September 3rd.   My grandmother’s beau, John Shaffner, accompanied the group.  Della and John were married after they returned from the trip on September 12, 1913 in Dillon, Montana.  

I have recaptured the first day of the diary.   The rest of the diary is on my blog.

August 13, 1913-Wednesday:  Everybody up at 5:30 AM.  Breakfast--hot cakes, bacon, eggs and coffee.  Broke campe at 7 AM.  Stopped at Leach's Sheep camp at 8:10.  Took some picutres of the outfit.  Stopped for lunch at Blacktail Deer Lake at 12 o'clock noon.  arrived at P & O Cow camp at 3:30 PM.  Cooked our supper in a cabin that had been built in 1876.  This is in the Centennial Valley.  Sandy, the foreman of this outfit, joined our party with his two saddle horses--Pacer and H8.  We took pictures of the cowboys and Ethel, also pictures of the cabin and riders.  (from Della Kurtz's diary)

From Recollections of Norman, Lester and Jim Kurtz in 1980:

The Kurtz boys, Ollie, Norman and Lester wore high top boots.  The boys slept in a tent with their parents, Bertha and Oliver.  They were the only children on the trip, Lester was then called "Babe" as Aunt Dell writes in her diary.  There were two other tents, one for the men and one for the girls and Grandma Kurtz.  Ollie and Norman fought to ride the grub wagon (chuck wagon) driven by Jack Clay.  Uncle Jim drove the grub wagon after Jack Clay got mad and left.  The surrey was drawn by two mules borrowed from Charlie Humes.  Jack Shaffner drove them.  Probably they all traded around in driving the different rigs.  

This must be the building referred to where they cooked supper.

The young girls on the trip were:  Lulu Kurtz, Della Kurtz Mabel Philips and Ethel O'Leary

Notice the pistols!

#23 Namesake Don 52 Ancestors in a Year

#23 Namesake   Don

The blog for this week was easy to think of, yet hard to write.   I have spent the week looking for the right pictures.  

My father’s name was Don.  When his brother, George and his wife, Estella, had their first child, she was named after her uncle Don.  Donnee Shaffner.  She was born in 1943, while Don was serving in World War II.  Donnee’s middle name was Rea, after her grandmother, Della Rae Shaffner.  

Don & Donnee

George was the oldest son of John and Della Shaffner and Don was the 3rd son.  Don and George were very close.  In fact, at any gathering, Don and George would be in the corner talking.  Like they hadn’t seen each other for days and it might have been the day before when they were in another spot talking.  They didn’t exclude anyone from their conversation, if you could talk about cows.  If you couldn’t talk cows—don’t even consider entering the conversation!  

They loved cows and ranching and lived it every day.  While Don became a veterinarian, his family was there at graduation in 1949.  Donnee was there too.  She would have been 6 years old. 

Donnee Shaffner Stibal

Donnee was the oldest grandchild.  She was the favorite and had the limelight until I came along 7 years later.  She always laughed and said I stole her thunder!   I am so glad she was the favorite of Grandpa’s as he worked with her on the family history.  Thanks to them, our family has a rich treasure of photos and stories.

When Donnee’s daughter’s had children, the name Don was figured into their names.  Anna Donn and Kenadie Donn.   The legacy of 2 people important in so many lives are carried on as namesakes.  

Family History was important to Don and Donnee.  Yet, I could find no pictures of them together as adults.   So the challenge to the family--please look through your pictures and see if you can find one for me!  I would add it to the blog if you can!

And if you didn’t get the name Don in your name, we grew up respecting and loving the Don’s!

#22 At the Cemetery. 52 Ancestors in a year

Dowsing for Graves

One of the Gabel stories that I heard from my father-in-law involved a burial at the Huntley Cemetery by his grandfather Philip.  The story included a burial at night, outside the boundary of the cemetery of a male who, claimed my father-in-law was not wanted by his father Phillip Gabel.  Part of the story included that the male was given to the “Weber’s” to raise.

My father-in-law claimed he knew where the grave was located.  He wasn’t sure how old the male was or even what year the burial occurred.  Maybe when the Spanish flu occurred was his response.    Alas, I never got him to show me the spot.   

Since we farm the land around the cemetery, I thought he must know the location of the grave.  And I wondered if someday they would plow up the grave.

Fast-forward to a class I took at the genealogy seminar about grave dowsing.  A light bulb moment when I realized if I learned grave dowsing, I could find the grave.  (not sure what I would do if I found the grave). But it would validation to the story.  

Would it work?  Would I have the power?  I have no idea how dowsing works, but I had to try.  

My husband made my dowsers from coat hangers.  He thought I was crazy to even try because of course, dowsing does not work.

Our first class was at an unmarked cemetery at the poor farm.  There is no way to tell if we are accurate, unless unearthing occurs.  And that is no going to happen on my watch!  But somehow the rods move.  And when a headstone was discovered at the location of the rod movement, I discovered I have the “power”.  I became a believer!

Upon retirement I undertook the project of recording the Huntley Cemetery for billiongraves.com. I had an ulterior motive to find the headstone of Molly Gabel, daughter of Philip Gabel, who died in 1913.  Her name was recorded in the cemetery book published by the Yellowstone Genealogy Forum.  Members were asked where they obtained that information, but no one could remember.  No one in the family remembered a headstone.

I know there are no records for the cemetery, cemetery claims they were burned in a fire.   

I didn’t find a headstone for Molly, but several depressions indicating graves were prevalent in the cemetery.  Knowing that there are no records for the cemetery, I began grave dowsing.  When indication were that there was someone buried, my husband came with a stick and shovel and we located headstones when possible.  Many were sodded over.   

Our process of uncovering led us to a marker for ‘Henry Gabel”.  No dates.  There was a memorial marker to the left of Henry, which was sodded over too.  But no name on it.  To the left of Henry Gabel was a memorial marker with the name “Weber”.  No first name.  No dates.

I was there one day when the cemetery groundskeeper arrived and he had a book of where people were buried!  I questioned him about Gabel burials and he had 2…(1) no first name, Gabel, Female; (2) Henry Gabel, no first name.  And next to Henry… Weber.  No dates….on any of the 3. 

Do you think I found Molly Gabel, and the male from Gabel family?  And who is Weber and how is he related or connected??