Have You Cleaned Out Your Shoebox on Ancestry.com?

Be honest with yourself.  When is that last time you logged in to your Ancestry.com account for the sole purpose of working on those records you’ve saved to your shoebox?

Your shoebox is a holding bin for those items you find, but don’t have the time at that moment to scrutinize or figure out where to put it.  A nice touch, I think, because I use it A LOT.  But, if you’re not self-disciplined enough to come back to them regularly for clean-up, you’ll find your shoebox may be overwhelming!  Not to mention, you may be missing a key piece of information which could help you with your research.

Here’s a page from my shoebox:

Generally, these are not my direct-line ancestors or I would tackle them right away and not save them here for later because I like to stay on task and not be distracted by another find, though there are some exceptions. 

Once in a while, I set aside time to go to my shoebox and work exclusively for a specific period of time.  I usually set a timer for an hour, for example.  Otherwise, it’s never getting done.  After an hour, the timer goes off, and I can come back another day.  But at least I’ve given an hours time to working on something that I would otherwise put off entirely because I don’t think about it! 

Practice self-discipline to tackle those things that you don’t want to have to do – some people call it “eat your frog”.  I keep a list of long term or ongoing projects like this called “Current Initiatives”, inspired by the book by Mark Forster called Do It Tomorrow and Other Secrets of Time Management.   I address these projects a little at a time knowing that I am making progress on all of them.  That gives me the satisfaction of knowing that I am not neglecting them or forgetting to work on them at all.

Did you know you can also go here to find items you’ve downloaded or printed? Look at the image above  at the tab behind the “saved records” tab.  I really like this feature for going back to a history of what I was working on last.

So, have you worked on your shoebox items lately?  How do remember to go back to it?  Maybe this post was just the reminder you needed!

Copyright © 2010 Joanne Schleier

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My Portrayal of Ann Calhoun Matthews

The Long Cane Indian Massacre - February 1, 1760

This is a post I've been considering for a long time, as my Baskin ancestors were involved. Though not present at this massacre, they were a part of this community and recovering those lost.  I decided to finally write this because I was recruited to act out a skit as part of the ghost tour at The Living History Park which my husband is involved in in North Augusta, South Carolina at their recent "Spirits of Hallowed Eve" event.  It was to be set in the 18th century, 3 to 4 minutes long and repeated as many times as there were groups to come through.

I wanted to portray someone relevant to the area of North Augusta.  Also knowing that I had ancestors from the area, I thought I could tie the two together and make it personally of interest and challenging.  See, the Baskin’s, Calhoun's, Picken’s and other families of Scots-Irish descent immigrated together and migrated throughout the colonies together until finally settling in the Long Canes Settlement.  Almost a year ago I researched the massacre by traveling to different sites relevant to its history (I'll add those in a separate post or this will be waaaay too long!).

With but two days left to prepare, (yes, I procrastinated) and through my study of the massacre, I honed in on Ann Calhoun Matthews because her story would be intriguing portrayed in first person - and she actually lived to tell it.  About three weeks prior I had gotten poison ivy, oak, or sumac on my forearm.  The blisters were gone but what remained looked like a burn scar which would fit perfectly into my act. (I tried to take a picture of it myself in the mirror once we returned -for this post).




Everything you're about to read is true - except for the part about her shoes.  Ann was known to have "worn shoes made from the bark of the special tree" which I assume to be birch bark?  I didn't have any so I borrowed some 18th-century moccasins made from deerskin and changed the wording a bit.

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As the group approaches led by lantern light, they hear the sound of a woman singing a Native American song just inside the tree line behind a fire.  She stops when she sees the group and addresses them…

What are you doing here?  You shouldn't be in these woods in the middle of the night?  Oh... I suppose you're wondering the same thing about me, a woman all alone in these woods and where is my party?  Perhaps I can explain myself by making my introduction.  (she curtsies) I am Ann Matthews.  (still curtsying - eyes glancing upwards to read their faces) Ann CALHOUN Matthews?...  I can see from the expression on your faces that you are not aware of my story.  I shall tell it, lest it be forgotten.

Photo by Larry Gleason

This land we are now standing upon once belonged to the Cherokee Indians. When the white settlers came in they tried to claim it as their own. The years between 1759 and 1761 were known as the years of The Cherokee Wars. Not far from here lived the Scots-Irish in a place known as the Long Canes Settlement. 

On February 1st, 1760, under the leadership of my uncle, Patrick Calhoun, many families joined together to seek refuge across the river in Augusta, Georgia where there was a larger white settlement and more provisions. We had 13 wagons and carts, 150 or so of us, mostly women and children were making our way when we got stuck in a boggy place. The 40 to 50 men left their wagons to free us from this place when all of a sudden 100 Cherokee Indians on horseback attacked. Panic ensued and women and children could be heard screaming and seen fleeing in all directions into the woods.The men where not at the ready, for their rifles where in the wagons. My older sister, Catherine, who was nine, was tomahawked in the back of the head almost immediately. Others were taken by the Indians, including my sister Mary and me. I was only five years old at the time.

Photo by Larry Gleason

Two days later Patrick Calhoun returned with some Rangers to seek those who had run off when he came upon a bloody field. Twenty-three women and children had been brutally murdered including his mother, my grandmother, and the matriarch of the Calhoun clan, Catherine Calhoun, who tried to flee for her life at age 76. He buried them all in a mass grave.

Twelve years later, Andrew Pickens negotiated the release of the captives from the Cherokee Indians. A group such as this (pointing to the group) was there to see the spectacle and retrieve loved ones they believed have been taken. Among them was my father, William Calhoun. I stood before him at age 17. But he did not recognize me, for I was an Indian maiden and could not speak English. Were it not for the burn scar (shows them the “scar”) he would not have known that I was his Ann. 

It was on the same day, however, that he learned the fate of my little sister Mary.  For she was but two when we were taken into captivity and could not walk fast enough to keep up with her captors, so they scalped her and threw her little body into the Long Cane Creek.

I was not so accepted upon my return to the Calhoun family, for I had cultivated the ways of the Natives, and they found me strange. I was taught to never show excitement or emotions… among other things, under threat of punishment.  I was often seen before the sunrise fleeing into the woods and there spending the whole day into the night talking to the spirits of those we cannot see and hearing them glide from tree to tree.  I was once observed eating lizards and frogs uncooked.  I still cannot wear the shoes of the white men (she lifts her skirt to show her shoes) for I am most comfortable wearing the hides of the four-leggeds upon my feet.

This land, the earth-people taught me, cannot be claimed by any man. We are here to keep and protect our Earth Mother. For we are merely borrowing her from our grandchildren.

Did you hear that? I do not think you should tarry long in these woods!  Go now and be gone, for there are spirits who lurk about in the shadows! (She returns into the tree line and begins singing again).

The end!
Copyright © 2010 Joanne Schleier

Young Royal of Sampson County, NC - Part 2

After looking at the Will of Young Royal (Here and updated here), we continue with more documents within the folder of probate records.  Here is one from the Supreme Court on February 15, 1894. The source information is on the image.

As Transcribed by Joanne Schleier
North Carolina
Sampson County
In Supreme Court
February 15, 1894
Before the Clerk

Alexander R. Carver being duly sworn says: That there is now in file in the office of the Clerk of the Supreme Court the last will and Testament of Young Royal made and executed on the 12th day of July A.D. 1818: That the subscribing and entrustees hereto are H. Royal and Robert Butler: that the said Young Royal the maker of said will and the said H. Royal and Robert Butler, the said subscribing witnesses are all dead.: but he is not acquainted with the handwriting of the said Young Royal and H. Royal and Robert Butler and he is unable to prove the hand writing of the said Young Royal maker and H. Royal and Robert Butler witnesses.

He therefore asks that said will be admitted to probate and magistration without proof.

Subscribed herein and before me Feby 15, 1894
[Signature] A. R. Carvey
[Signature] J. S. Bizzell CSC
[END]
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Will of Young Royal – Another Page

In continuing to analyze photos that I’ve taken during a research trip, I wrote this post Will of Young Royal: July 12, 1818 Sampson Co., NC.  However, I discovered another page, sort of…  It is the back cover of his will.  So, here is is for you. Source info is on the image.




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