Porch Swings, Fireflies, and Jelly Jars: C W Owens, Grandson of Nathaniel Holcomb, 1939

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

C W Owens, Grandson of Nathaniel Holcomb, 1939

Cyrus W. Owens was the son of Phebe A (Holcomb) and James A Owens. Cyrus Owens was born in California in 1865, fifteen years after his grandfather Nathaniel Holcomb left Missouri and settled around Soquel, California.

In 1939, C. W. Owens of San Francisco, California wrote a letter to the editor of The Sentinel in Santa Cruz, California in which he related the arrival of Nathaniel Holcomb in California in 1850 and Nathaniel's adventures in South America in 1866. We also learn about the fate of Nathaniel Holcomb and his son Alfred O. Holcomb.

Cyrus also relates a tidbit about his uncle Isaac Holcomb. This is yet another indication that Isaac was, indeed, a son of Nathaniel Holcomb's.

It is significant to note that this letter was written long after the time period in which I would expect to read information about the early Holcomb's in a newspaper, so it is not always advantageous to limit a search with a narrow date bracket. Having done as much whole family research as possible, I realized that C. W. Owens was a grandson of my ancestor's Azariah Holcomb's brother, Nathaniel.

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My favorite memories from childhood include visits to my grandparents in East Texas. At dusk we'd run around my grandparent's yard, catching fireflies and putting them in jelly jars. When darkness descended, we'd return to the porch. It was a special treat to sit in the porch swing. Inevitably, the adults would launch into family stories of Pink Kelley's brush with Sherman's troops, of Great Uncle Hood Brown's tragic death, and of the Kelley family's wagon trip to Texas, among many others. The stars on those nights were magical.

I began my genealogy research in the summer of 1975, less than a month after my high school graduation. When I married in 1983, I started researching my husband's family as well. I was fortunate to start this hobby as a youngster because it gave me an opportunity to correspond with researchers who are long gone; to ask questions of family members -although not enough, never enough; and travel a bit. The result is a lot of information. I've come to the realization that I will probably never be able to afford to publish, so this is my publication.

This blog contains a mixture of information on my husband's family and mine. I've expanded into a second blog called Flimsies and Frippery with the intention of focusing on quilts and dolls, but I have several historical research entries there with more planned, which is why I don't get more quilting done.

Ultimately, genealogy is my passion. This is where I plan to record family stories, research adventures and misadventures, and those serendipitous moments that happen out of the blue. You should be warned that I have a bad habit of going back and adding information and links to individual entries, so it is beneficial to check back often if there is a family of particular interest to you. If you wander in and discover that you are a cousin, please contact me.

Since many younger family members who are new to genealogy are starting to contact me about their ancestors, I've started adding family trees to help them see how everyone is connected. The trees are divided between my family and my husband's. You will find them below under the label's Family Trees - My Husband's Side and Family Trees - My Family's Side.

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