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CLARKSON England                1699                 David Clarkson b 1655

SADLER           German                1770                 Christiana Sadler b 1770

BOLLING         American                                       Pocahontas b 1595

THOMAS          Wales                   1750                 Martin Thomas b 1702

WILLIS             American          1760

FIELDS              American          1750

CANTER           England              1730

Mrs. C                England              1730

RYAN Ireland              1835                 Michael Ryan

DONOVAN       Ireland              1835                 Catherine Donovan

KENNY              Ireland              1834                 John Kenny

KAUGHBAM    Ireland              1834                 Ann Kaughbam

HOBAN               Ireland              1850                 Thomas Hoban

TRACY                Ireland              1845                 Mary Ellen Tracy

C2-Ira Clarkson:  I was a plasterer by trade, but my love was racing horses.  Someone was surprised one time when I met my oldest son, Joe, and tears filled my eyes.  I was so glad to see him and all I could say to show him my love was “There sits that son of a bitch.”  We were pretty rough talkers.  We went from Kansas to Carson, New Mexico, in a covered wagon. I never could stand to say goodbye to my kids, so every time they got ready to leave, I ended up leaving because I would start crying.  I really loved my family.

C3-Elizabeth Ellen Ryan:  Call me “Lizzie.”  I eloped with Ira when I was 15 years old and we were the proud parents of 12 children.  I was Catholic and Dad got real sick and I thought he was going to die so I baptized (sprinkled) him and gave him the name of Ira A. Joseph. .  After a few days he got well and was very unhappy that he was a Catholic.    One day Ira came in all dressed up and said, “Ma, I’m leaving again with my racehorses and I won’t be back for 6 months or so.”  So I grabbed the double barrel shotgun and said, “Don’t you darken that door, or I’ll shoot.”  I really meant it, and luckily he decided not to go.  Ira was “king” at our house and we waited and catered to him as if he was royalty.  Whenever the family heard their Dad was coming home, the house was cleaned and special dishes were cooked.  He was given the best of everything and they had a great time together. The family would listen eagerly to all the news of his worldly adventures in the great places he’d been at race meets:  Omaha, New Orleans, Amarillo, Church Hill Downs, Topeka, Little Rock, Phoenix, and more, and these stories always thrilled us.  He would bring all of us something every time.  These presents were not nearly as important as having “Dad” home and hearing his adventures.  My grandkids remember the most delicious meal ever was my biscuits and thick gravy!

C4-James Riley Clarkson:  I was called “Pap” and married Susannah Willis who died after the birth of our fifth child.  I married her niece and had eight more children and died a happy man.  My great grandfather, Constantine Clarkson, used to tell my father stories about how he was in the Revolutionary War and he rode his own horse and was shot in the leg in 1788 by the British.  Also he brought trees and seeds home to plant and was a soldier in the Black Hawk Indian War and the “Mormon” War in Illinois.  I lived within 50 miles from Nauvoo and Carthage where Joseph Smith the Prophet of the Mormon Church was martyred.  We weren’t in the mob, but we knew others who were.

C5-Susannah Willis:  We came in a covered wagon from Tennessee when I was 9.  We left our 75 year old Grandma in Tennessee.  I remember her so well; she rode a mule and smoked a pipe!  I had a husband, John Irby, who left me with 3 children. James Riley and I had 5 children more. I died giving birth to my last baby at the age of 43 in Nebraska.

C6-Daniel E. Ryan:  I am Irish-Catholic and proud of it!  My mother had three sets of twin boys.  I was one of the first set.  8 of us 12 boys lived happily and could think of more mischief to get into!  When Papa was chopping wood one day my brother, Micky, came too close and the axe accidentally hit him in the head, which caused him to be only 4 feet tall.  We liked to play tricks on Ma so we took Micky’s clothes and dressed up a scarecrow and put it in the hen house.  Times were hard and there were a lot of chicken stealers in those days.  We scared the chickens and while they were making a lot of noise, we yelled, “Ma!! Ma!! Somebody is stealing all the chickens.”  She ran out and grabbed the shovel and started beating the scarecrow.   We lit a match and said “Ma, you’ve killed Mickey.  She was so scared that maybe she had killed him until we all started laughing…then she wanted to kill us.   My wife would always come out to meet me each day when the chores were done on the farm.  I loved to sing and whittle in the evenings with my family around.  Every night I would kneel in prayer and thank my Heavenly Father for my blessings (not set Catholic prayers but personal Mormon-type prayer).

C7-Margaret Ellen Hoban:  I was baptized into the Catholic faith as an infant and remained a faithful member all of my life.  It was said of me, “Charity was her one aim in life, not only to the family, but also to neighbors and strangers alike.  She was a courageous pioneer woman from Kansas.” We loved her.  She very often sent us a Christmas box with homemade rag dolls.

C8-William Riley Clarkson:  My father John Clarkson was from Tennessee.  When I was about 5 years old my father went out looking for cattle and was killed by the Indians.   All that was found of him were the ashes from the fire made by the Indians and his knee buckles because they were made of metal.  Many years later I was known as “Preacher Clarkson” even though I could not even read, nor write. My name was recorded by the person taking the Census three different ways.  Some say I preached blind and barefoot in Nebraska and Kansas.  I am not sure about that, but I did ride around for camp meetings on a little mare-drawn slot-bottom road cart.  At these revival meetings several ministers would speak.  People would bring quilts and sleep on hay under a large tent.  One such meeting was called a “Dunkard Love Feast”  ‘I wish I could tell you the solemn devotion of everyone – feet washing, solemn devotion of everyone taking the last supper of mutton broth and bread; also the sacrament of unleavened bread and a sip of wine.  Many tears were shed; it was so tender, all remembering the suffering of Christ our Savior who died upon the cross to save us sinners.  My wife, Penelope was a “blanket Indian”, she had a beautiful voice and sang at these camp meetings and died at one of my meetings.  Years later, I was preaching after dinner.  Some there were speaking of my great age.  They wanted me to remain overnight and I said, “No, I must go home.  I’m not feeling very well.  I rode my little horse-cart home and died four days later on my 83rd birthday.

C9-Penelope Cecilia Bolling Clarkson:  I am a descendant of an Egyptian Princess.  And to start with, I guess I’ll start with Tamar Tephi and Scota.  She was the Princess, the daughter of the King of Egypt in about 1000 AD, and then Tamar Tephi was her daughter who married a man who became the King of Ireland.  I looked this up in our family tree records in the computer.  So I guess I am both Egyptian and Irish.  Can you keep a secret?  My friends can hardly believe this next story.  My 6th great grandmother (great, great, great, great, great) was Pocahontas that saved the life of John Smith in Virginia in the 1600’s.  She later fell in love with my 6th great, Grandfather John Rolph.  He said she was the most beautiful girl in all of America. The great Indian Chief Powhaten, Pocahontas’s father, sanctioned this marriage uniting two races in peace. I wish I could have been there, don’t you?  I am pretending I am Pocahontas which means “playful,” I was described as a slight slip of a girl, whose dusky face showed a finely chiseled nose, eyes full of charm, whether sparkling with joy or melting with tenderness and hair as black as a Crow’s wing, with never a curl in it.

C10-David Franklin Willis:  I’m a Tennessee farm boy and really liked living in the beautiful Cumberland Mountains.  I didn’t spend much time a farmin’, got tir’d a workin’ so spent most of ma’ time a huntin’ and fishin’.  Notice ma wool shirt.  I wore it all summer cause it made me cooler and all winter too.  Some say we were part Indian.  I wonder.  Do you?

C11-Elizabeth Canter:  I’m a southern belle and was raised on a large plantation in Virginia.  I was taught to be a lady by my parents who came from England.  Notice my blond hair and blue eyes and because of my fair complexion, I never was outside without a bonnet on.  My parents disinherited me because I married Davie.  They felt he was too poor and lazy.  I believed in witches and have a lot of stories about a headless horseman and a black cat that would make people sick.  I would like to tell you on a dark night and a full moon!  Want to hear?

C12-Daniel Edward Ryan:  I was born in a wee town in Ireland.  I sailed to America when I was 10 with my parents.  My father, a potato farmer, came over at the same time.  We were also sailors and fishermen on the emerald sea.  I was a more gentle man than me father and a strong Christian in the Catholic Church.

C13-Catherine Kinney:  My parents came from the shores of Ireland.  I was born in New York shortly after we arrived in American.  Dan and I homesteaded in Wisconsin.  I always wanted a little girl, but the good Lord sent me 12 sons instead!!

C14-Thomas Gordon Hoban:  My brother and I were Irish sailors and as wee lads, we sailed to America.  We worked hard in Missouri.  My brother wanted to send money back to Ireland and I disagreed so I changed my name from Hogan to Hoban and joined the US Army in 1850.  I was so proud of my family.  There on the homestead in Missouri we had to cross the Missouri River on a boat to go to town and at age 45 the boat turned over and I was drowned.

C15-Mary Ellen Tracy:  I came from Ireland too.  I brought my cousin in a barrel and slipped food to him so he could come to America free because we had no money.  We were Catholics and so persecuted in our homeland.  We wanted to own our land so badly.  I remember reading what Mark Twain, said in reference to land – “It sure is precious, for the good Lord has ceased making it.”  After my husband drowned, I drove one of the 8 wagons that moved from Missouri to Attica, Kansas, and put in my claim on homestead land that I loved.

C25-Catherine Donovan:  It must have been difficult for our ancestors to leave the beauty of Ireland behind—low rolling hills with beautiful green everywhere, luck of the Irish leprechauns, blarney (gift of gab)!  I was watching when the Clarkson girls found our marriage records:  “Michael Ryan and Catherine Donovan, 26 Nov 1825” as one of the first entries in the book preserved by the Catholic Church in Lismore, Waterford Parish, Ireland.   How sad it was to leave my Pa and Ma there.  They were so old and almost starving, but they would not leave:  I dressed in my woven cape over my Sunday best and carried my purse and trunk, in them a crocheted shawl and a photograph of my parents and sang sadly, “Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my childhood, which now and forever I’m going to leave for Ameriky” (America).

C-Pocahontas (grown up):  I am Pocahontas grown-up.  I was converted to Christianity and became very educated.   My name was changed to Rebecca.  My husband and I were invited to visit the Queen of England and dine with the royalty there.  When we had to return for America from England, I had to leave my only son in England so he could attend better schools and it broke my heart.  I was at the shore of England ready to sail to America without my little son when I died suddenly and my body was buried in England.

C-David Clarkson, Jr.:  I left my beautiful noble wife in Dublin, Ireland and I returned to the Colonies of America, I could not attend her funeral when she was buried.   Me and seven others signed a letter to Queen Anne when King William died   We smiled in glee when our great granddaughters, June, Alice, Joyce and Christine were visiting the Chancery Lane Archives, in London, England.  They were asking for guidance to help them find that letter of 1702, after 300 years.  The librarian said, “Madame’s, we have 93 miles of shelves of books here and you want to find your grandfather’s letter of 1702?  “Yes”, they said.  Then he directed them up, up, around, around, down, down and finally found the room and sure enough there it was – in 93 miles of records and books – your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandfather’s letter of 1702 – 300 years later!!  My father was the “Great Reformer” of England after going to Cambridge and one of his students was the Archbishop of Canterbury.

C-Grace Thwaites:  I am the wife of David Clarkson, Jr.  We lived near the Castle of Dublin Ireland where William, King of England, stayed some times.  My husband was in the American Colonies much of the time.  When I died without him I had only one request: to be ”buried quietly, but decently, at night” in the Churchyard.

C-Aden Parkyns:  I lived in the 1600 in Bunny, England.  My son was the Sheriff of Nottingham and I wrote an alphabet and built schools and was known as a great philanthropist in England.  We built a city with homes of a particular architecture.  We have a great great-granddaughter who married a Clarkson in America in about the 1750.  We have a very large family!  My last request was to have my effigy in a full statue in the Church over my tomb.  I started the intramural sport of wrestling and that is how I am sculptured on my tomb.

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