Thomas & Eleanor WILLSON

Samuel WILLSON was born on 26 Jul 1752 in Lancaster Co, PA.⁽⁷⁴²⁾ He died before 1783 in Lancaster Co, PA. Samuel is not mentioned in his father's will. Parents: Thomas WILLSON and Eloner.

Samuel H. WILLSON⁽⁷⁴³⁾ was born on 10 Oct 1845 in Espyville, Crawford County, PA. He was a Farmer in 1880 in Columbia TWP Tuscola County MI.⁽³¹⁾ He was a Carpenter in 1900 in Columbia TWP Tuscola County MI.⁽¹⁷¹⁾ He died in Nov 1929. He resided 1851- in Geneva, Tuscola County, MI. He was buried in Demorest Cemetery, Akron, MI. Samuel and Lydia had no children. Parents: Hugh WILSON 3rd and Ann COLLINS.

He was married to Lydia W. PHELPS on 1 Jan 1868 in Juniata, Tuscola Co., MI.⁽⁷⁴⁴⁾

Sarah WILLSON was born on 14 Jul 1754 in Lancaster Co, PA.⁽⁷⁴⁵⁾ She is recognized in in the will of her father.⁽³⁾ " I also Give and Bequeath to my daughter Sarah Wilson the sum of Sixty pounds." Parents: Thomas WILLSON and Eloner.

She was married to Joseph WARD on 24 Aug 1784 in Lancaster Co, PA.⁽⁶⁶³⁾

Thomas WILLSON was born on 12 Dec 1828 in North Shenango TWP Crawford County PA.⁽⁷⁴⁶⁾ He was buried on 7 Dec 1886 in Wilson Cemetery, Espyville PA.⁽⁷⁴⁷⁾⁽⁷⁴⁸⁾ The Wilson Family History and cemetery records indicate burial before death. He died on 18 Dec 1886 in Crawford Co, PA. Parents: Hugh WILLSON and Hannah ALLEN.

He was married to Lorinda TRACE on 5 Mar 1857.⁽⁷⁴⁹⁾ Children were: Annette WILLSON, Horatio WILLSON, Nettie WILLSON.

Thomas WILLSON⁽⁷⁵⁰⁾ was born before 1737. (1757 is the year Thomas's second son was born. Thomas was probably 20 years old or older when this event took place.) He resided before 1756 in Colerain, Lancaster Co., PA.⁽⁷⁰⁸⁾ (Thomas was a land-owning resident of the Township from 1756 until his death in 1783.) He served in the military in 1756 in Colerain, Lancaster Co., PA.⁽⁷⁵¹⁾ (In 1756, Robert, Joshua, Johua, Jr., and Samuel Anderson raised a company of associators during the French and Indian war. Thomas was one of 57 members of this company.) He owned 231 acres of land between 1767 and 1781 in Colerain, Lancaster Co., PA.⁽⁷⁵²⁾ (Thomas purchased this land from Daniel McClellan 12 Oct 1767 and sold it to his son Hugh 1 Jan 1781 (LCC Deeds Z-3:400). This property is shown as #2 on the property map of Colerain Township. It is located in the northwest corner of the Township.) He signed a will on 12 Nov 1783 in Colerain, Lancaster Co., PA.⁽⁷⁵³⁾ He died before 17 Feb 1784. This is as far as this researcher is able to document this family. The research believes the family were Scotch-Irish. Either Thomas or a forebearer immigrated from Northern Ireland at some time before 1757, the year Hugh was born and baptized in Lancaster County. The reason for the migration of this family could be the conditions that resulted from the increased rentals on the renewal of expiration of leases or the destruction of the woolen industry that occurred in 1717-1718,or the poor harvests in the 1740s when famine forced an average of 12,000 a year to flee to the New World (Source: Klett, Guy S. "The Scotch-Irish in Pennsylvania." Gettysburg: The Pennsylvania Historical Association, 1948, p. 3-4.)

Lower Lancaster County was settled as early as 1712 by the Scots-Irish Presbyterian and Friends found a area where the earth was made up of silica, clay, slate of argelite, micaious earth, and serpentine--ingredients which, unaided by fertilizers, would not produce an abundance of farm products. Both groups however continued to settle the area and founding their churches--the Presbyterians about 1740 and the Friends in 1744. ["Southern Lancaster County, " (Philadelphia Weekly Press, June 21, 1872.)

In his will, Thomas identifies his wife as Eloner, his three sons as Andrew, John, and Hugh, and his four daughers as Jean, Nancy, Margaret, and Sarah. He also identifies his grandsons as Thomas, Andrew, Hugh, and William, and his granddaughter as Eloner. These are all the children of Hugh WILLSON.

There is a document, dated 21 May 1743 and registered in Lancaster County, PA that recognizes Barbara WILLSON, Thomas PATTON, and Samuel WILLSON as administrators of the estate of one Thomas WILLSON. There is no known connection between these Thomas WILLSONs except the commonality of given names. (There is a Samuel WILSON (d. 27 Jan 1753, aged 46) buried in the Carmichael Cemetery, the first cemetery of the Little Britain Presbyterian Church.) Parents: Samuel WILSON.

He was married to Eloner.⁽⁷⁵⁴⁾ Children were: Andrew WILLSON, Jean WILLSON, Nancy WILLSON, Margaret WILLSON, Thomas WILLSON, Samuel WILLSON, Sarah WILLSON, John WILLSON, Hugh WILLSON, Thomas WILLSON.

Thomas WILLSON was born on 13 Apr 1760 in Lancaster Co, PA.⁽⁷⁵⁵⁾ He died before 1783. Thomas is not mentioned in his father's will. Parents: Thomas WILLSON and Eloner.

Thomas WILLSON died about 1743. He was buried May 1747, aged 50 y in Chestnut Hill, Lancaster Co., Pa.. (see http://asterix.mathcs.wilkes.edu/~lancaster/ (The following document was found in the Lancaster County Historical Society archives. One can suppose that this Thomas Willson was a landowner with wife Barbara Willson, son Samuel Willson, and friend Thomas Patton. The Samuel Willson who signed this document may be the same Samuel Wilson who is buried in Little Britain.)

Know all men by these presents that we Barbara Wilson Thomas Patten and Samuel Willson all of the County of Lancaster and province of Pennsylvania are held and firmly bound unto Peter Evans Register General for the probate of Wills and Granting Letters of Administration in and for the said province and the Counties of New Castle, Kent and Suffix upon Delaware in the Sum of One Hundred pounds Lawful money To be paid to the said Peter Evans or his Lawful attorney Executors Administrators or assigns To which Payment will and truly to be made we bind our Selves our Heirs Executors and Administrators jointly and severally firmly by these presents Sealed with our Seals and Dated this Twenty first day of May - - - in the year of our Lord 1743.

The condition of the above obligation is Such that if the above Bound Barbara Willson - - administratris of all & Singular the Goods Rights and credits of Thomas Willson - Deceased to make or cause to be made a true & perfect Inventory of all & singular the Goods Rights and Credits of the Said Deceased to have or into the Hands or possession of any other person or persons for her and the Same to made do Exhibit or Cause to be Exhibited into the Registers Office in the County of Lancaster at or before the twenty first day of June next and the Same Goods Chattels and Credits of the Said Deeds at the time of his Death or which at any time after that came to the Hands or possession of the Said Barbara Willson - or into the Hands or possession of any other person or persons for her Dowell & truly administer according to Law and further Do make or Cause to be made a true & just Account of her Said administrate at or before the twenty first day of May which will be in the year of our Lord 1744 and all the Rest and Residue of the Said Goods Chattels and Credits which Shall before and Remaining upon the Said administrators accounts (the Same being first Examined and allowed by the orphan Court of the Pcounty Shall Deliver and pay to such person or persons respectively as the Said Court by their Decree or Sentence Shall Limit and appoint and if it Shall Hereafter appear that any Last will & Testament was made by the said Deceased and the Executor or Executors therein named Do Exhibit the Same into the Registers office making Request to have it allowed and approved accordingly if the Said Barbara Willson - - above Bound being there unto Required Do Render and Deliver the said Letters of Administration Approbation of Such Testament being first had and made in the P. office then this obligation to be for'd or Effect remain in force & Vistere(?), Sealed & Delivered in the presence of Barry Bartlet and L?? Wright.

Barbara Willson Thomas Patton Samuel Willson

He was married to Barbara. Children were: Samuel WILSON.

Thomas WILLSON was born in Mar 1746. He was baptized on 7 Oct 1746.⁽⁷⁵⁶⁾ Parents: Thomas WILLSON and Eloner.

William WILLSON⁽⁷⁵⁷⁾⁽⁷⁵⁸⁾ was born on 27 Feb 1822 in North Shenango TWP Crawford County PA.⁽⁷⁵⁹⁾ He died on 20 Apr 1899 in Lafayette IN. Parents: Hugh WILLSON and Hannah ALLEN.

He was married to Gertrude TREAT on 24 Jul 1855.⁽⁷⁶⁰⁾ Children were: Charles WILLSON.

(infant) WILSON died 1 Jan 185?, age 4 days. He (or she) was buried in Wilson Cemetery, Espyville PA.⁽⁷⁶¹⁾ Parents: Joseph William WILSON and Mary (nee: Fletcher) Glover BLAIR.

(infant) WILSON was born in 1909. He (or she) died on 16 Jan 1909. He (or she) was buried in Hartstown Cemetery, Crawford County, PA. Parents: Robert Edward Lee WILSON and Mertie Eliza SMITH .

(infant) WILSON was born in 1868. He (or she) died in 1869. He (or she) was buried in Hartstown Cemetery, Crawford County, PA. Parents: William WILSON and Nancy MCQUISTON.

(infant) WILSON was born in 1877. He (or she) died in 1877. He (or she) was buried in Hartstown Cemetery, Crawford County, PA. Parents: William WILSON and Nancy MCQUISTON.

Aaron WILSON was born in 1849. He died in 1871. Parents: Robert E. WILSON and Mary COOK.

Alanson C. WILSON was born in Aug 1872 in Geneva TWP, Tuscola County MI.⁽⁷⁶²⁾ (An obituary shows his birth on 2 Oct 1871.) He died in Oct 1967 in Caro, Tuscola Co., MI. He was also known as A. C.. (Some of his descendants never knew his first name.)
A.C. was a barber. He was survived by a son and daughter, four grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Parents: Isaac W. WILLSON and Angeline M. PIERCE.

He was married to Jennie K. STROHAUSEN on 5 Aug 1895 in Almer TWP, MI.⁽⁷⁶³⁾ Children were: Guy Edwin WILSON , Helen Francis WILSON.

Alice WILSON⁽³⁷⁾ was born on 11 Feb 1855 in Espyville, Crawford County, PA.⁽³⁷⁾ She resided in 1904 in Omaha, NB. She died on 26 Mar 1929 in Omaha, NB. AUNT ALICE GOES ON HER WEDDING JOURNEY
Wilford Murry Wilson, M.D. 1860-1943 {Alice's brother]

Alice, at the time of which she writes, was twenty-seven years old. She weighed ninety-nine pounds. Some say that is a witch's weight, and some say it's a fairy's weight. I think that both weigh the same, for as a girl, she was both a witch and a fairy. Besides being light of weight she was light otherwise, - light hair, light eyes, light of skin, light on her feet, light hearted, and, sometimes I used to think, light headed.

The only thing heavy about her was her hair. When down it was one mass of shimmering, golden sunshine from the crown of her head to her heels. No wonder that the old Sioux Chief thought her a bargain at twenty-six hundred dollars in ponies and buffalo skins.

She was afraid of thunder - not of the lightning, but of the noise; afraid of a gun - not of the bullet, but of the report; afraid of a mouse; also of Indians, as she confesses. But she had that high bravery that faces real danger unafraid, and, with it all a sense of humor that, made light of the hardships and privations of pioneer life.

It is now nearly forty-seven years since she met her husband, Norman Atcheson, at Rapid City, South Dakota, that June morning in 1882, and together they took that wonderful ride through the heart of the Black Hills to their new home at Custer City. It is a long, long trail they have traveled together since then, and may God give them peace and quiet to the end of it.

Omaha, Nebraska, 1916.

Dear Kenneth (Alice's nephew and Pete Wilson's father):

Some time ago your father suggested that I set down for you some of the things out of my life in this Western country. The spirit moves me to write to day.

Your uncle, Norman Atcheson and I were married at our old home at Espyville, Pennsylvania, on January 8, 1882, and on the following day left for the Black Hills. We stopped to see his people at Waterloo, Iowa, and later on visited Uncle Thomas Coble and family at Hampton, also in Iowa. His wife, my Aunt Margery Coble [Margery (Mason) Coble] was your grandmother [Catharine (Mason) Wilson] Wilson's sister, and it was while visiting the Cobles a few years before that I met your Uncle Norman.

It was mid-winter and the weather was very severe, so it was thought best for me to remain at Hampton until spring, particularly as the trip from Pierre, S. D. to Rapid City, where Norman was to meet me, 165 miles, must be made by stage coach. So Norman went on ahead to make ready our little home in Custer City.

One bright morning in June 1882, I said good-bye to the Cobles, and started on my way. Pierre, S. D. was then the terminus of the railroad. It is located on a gumbo flat, and, as it had been raining for several days, the situation was anything but cheerful. Besides, being in its boom days, it was filled with toughs, cowboys and Indians.

I went to the office of the Stage Company to inquire about a coach through to Rapid City, and was told that one would start at eight o'clock. It was then 6 p. m., and the idea of starting at that time in the evening did not appeal to me. So I decided to wait until the next evening, hoping that by that time I would get used to the idea.

When we finally started I found myself the only lady passenger among eight men, five of whom were foreigners and did not speak a word of English. Of the other three, one as a lad from Pittsburgh going to the Hills to seek his fortune; a Mr. Bud Avery; from Spearfish, S. D.; and last but not least, a big, jolly Irishman by the name of Hickey McGuire who to my surprise and pleasure, when I told him who I was and where I was going, knew my husband as "Doc" Atcheson. Norman was a druggist and doctored folks whenever he had a chance, which accounts for this handle to his name. Mr. McGuire was about 40 years of age and a widower. He had been to Chicago and was taking back a trunk full of finery for his daughters. Alas, for the finery! There were four horses to our coach.

Starting from Pierre, we were ferried across the Missouri River then out onto the prairie. We went through the valleys and over the hills to the table land then up and over the divide, only to descent again, and thus on and on through the long, evening twilight of that north country, the trail stretching out before us in a thin line toward the west with not a sign of human habitation for miles on miles.

The coach carried U. S. mail and express, and, of course traveled on a stiff schedule. Every few miles fresh horses were supplied from the corrals kept by the Stage Company. As we approached a station the Messenger, having charge of the mail, blew his horn, and when we drew up there were the fresh horses harnessed and ready to be hooked on. Sometimes coffee of a very black variety was passed around and then we were away again into the night. The Messenger and the driver as well as the men passengers wore heavy cartridge belts and revolvers.

The coach swayed and lurched so that it was all one could do to keep one's seat. Sleep was impossible. Mr. McGuire, to beguile the time, and, I suspect, to test the metal of us "tender-feet", the young lad and myself, began telling stories of Indian massacres, stage robberies, and hold-ups of the most thrilling character, and so the night wore away.

About 4 o'clock in the morning, just as the sun was beginning to streak the eastern sky, we met a coach going east. Our Messenger hailed it and asked about the river. I found out later on that it was the Cheyenne River they were talking about. Up to that time I had given the river no thought whatever, not even knowing that there was one to be crossed. The answer to the Messenger's question was, "We crossed all right, but it is rising. If you hurry you may make it." Then I began to take notice.

So the horses were urged to greater speed, and, as we neared the river I looked out. It certainly was one awful sight to me. But I had little time to think about it for we drove straight in. We did not go far however until it was apparent that we could not cross and neither could we go back. One of the horses was drowned right there. The Messenger and the driver jumped into the river, cut the dead horse loose, then, swimming to the heads of the others, succeeded in keeping them from going under. The coach, turning with the current, began to float down stream. Meanwhile the passengers were scrambling about trying to save themselves.

Mr. Avery's was the one cool head. He took charge and gave orders, which were obeyed. He got all of us up onto the top of the coach. I stayed inside until the water was over the seat. The stage house was on the opposite side of the river, and we were to breakfast there. There were a number of people at the house and when they saw us in trouble they came down to the river. But they had nothing with which to help us--no boats or rafts, and the water was just rushing between the shore and us, as rivers do when out of their banks.

We kept drifting down stream, I think perhaps half a mile. I do not know how but we also drifted toward the opposite shore. When about 30 or 40 feet from the bank the coach lodged and remained stationary. Mr. Avery then told some of the men on shore to tie ropes around their waists (every man in that country carried a lariat) and to come down into the water as far as they could, while the others were to stay on shore to pull them out if necessary. When all were ready we were to jump from the top of the coach as far as we could toward the men in the water.

Our foreigners and the lad with his coach dog were soon on shore for they could swim. There remained beside Mr. Avery, Mr. McGuire and myself. He was to go first. Mr. McGuire was a very heavy man. I should think that he would weigh 200 pounds or more. It was now my turn to laugh, for our story-telling Irishman was certainly scared. There could be no doubt about that. He could not swim, and to jump off of the top of a stagecoach into a ragging torrent of the dirtiest water you ever saw in your life, was quite enough to take the joking out of even an Irishman. He wore a linen duster over his cost, and I can see now just what a funny picture he made. He would swing his arms frantically, and make a big fuss. Then his courage would fail him. I suggested that I say the old rhyme for him: "One, two, three, the bumblebee, the rooster crows, and away she goes", but he only grinned a twisted sort of grin. Finally Mr. Avery said: "Now Mac, the coach is drifting away from the bank and we must get this little lady off. You jump this time or I'll push you in", and his voice had a ring that Mac knew meant business. So Mac said: "Look out for me, boys, I can swim just like a stone." He made a big splash, but they pulled him ashore. It was now my turn.

I do not remember that I hesitated at all, just did what I was told to do. I jumped just as far as I could, and they fished me out. Certainly I was a sorry spectacle for a bride! When I reached shore, McGuire still shaking with fright, put both arms around me and said: "Don't be frightened any more, little girl, we are all safe".

We landed in a half-flooded, gumbo cornfield, and had to plough through that awful mud to get to the ranch house where we were to breakfast. In the excitement I never thought of my trunk, but only that when I had changed my muddy, wet clothes for others, I would be all right. But alas, my trunk with its bridal finery was a complete ruin. It had been stowed underneath the coach, and was in the water all the time. So I dried out my hair and the clothes I had on the best I could. They gave us very little time to get dry and eat our breakfast, when we were off again. I rode the rest of the way without shoes but, as the lad from Pittsburgh let me put my feet on his coach dog, I kept warm and took no cold. At Rapid City I found Mr. Atcheson waiting to take me to our new home at Custer City in the heart of the Black Hills.

When Mr. McGuire came to say good-bye, he complimented me highly on my bravery. He said that he could not understand why I showed so little fear in so dangerous a situation. I told him that I hardly knew myself, unless it was that I thought that eight big men ought to be able to save one little woman. He said that he had not thought of it that way. But he told your Uncle Norman that he would give $1,000 for a wife as brave as I was. This puffed me up wonderfully, so I wrote home about it, and your father, who was then a boy like Wendell is now, and going to college with a very lean pocketbook, wrote back that he would like to take a contract to furnish old maids as good looking and as brave as I was, in car-load lots at $1,000 a head.

I wish I could describe for you the Black Hills as they looked to me. The distance from Rapid City to Custer is thirty-five miles as the crow flies. Norman had driven over with a light rig, and we had a most delightful trip through those wonderful hills with their strange formations, such as I never had seen before. Arriving at Custer City, I found the little town nestled at the foot of Harney's Peak, and the beautiful valley in which it lies all dotted over with little homes, all of them of crude construction and many of them of logs. My own, which in time was one of the largest, consisted of two rooms, but it was all right with me. We were young and hope was strong, and our confidence in the future was unbounded. Custer City was like one big family. The courthouse was the center for all social activity. It was only through the mail that we caught any glimpse of the outside world. After we had gotten our home nicely fixed up, one day Norman came in and said that he had the contract to put up a store building for the Government at the Pine Ridge Indian Agency, about 100 miles from Custer City. As it would take him probably two or three months to complete the job, I begged to go with him. So he added another tent and I packed my things. We started out in a "Prairie Schooner", our party consisting of two men, who were carpenters, Norman and myself. We were three days making the trip, sleeping on the ground at night. The men seemed always to know just where to find good water and, as they did all the cooking, all I had to do was to make myself agreeable. When we neared the Agency and began to meet the Indians, I confess to a trembling of the knees. There was a fear within me of those people that I could not throw off, reason as I might. When we arrived at our destination and Norman did not find things ready for him and had to go out several miles for some material, he left me at a tavern, kept by a Mexican and his wife, to await his return. The other men of our party were busy with their work.

I was afraid to be left there alone even in daylight, but was ashamed to say so, particularly as I had begged to come. I wanted to show that I was game, so I sat down and tried to make the best I could of it. In no time at all or so it seemed to me the word was passed around that a white squaw was in town, for the Indians, squaws and papooses came literally in droves to see me. I think the whole Sioux tribe was there and maybe some of their friends. They would come right up close to me, and jabber and laugh. I knew that they were talking bout me, although I understood not a word they said. I kept pushing my chair back until it was against the wall and could go no farther. They followed right after me, and continued to look me over, my clothes, my shoes, my hair, which seemed to interest them most.

After a while one of the men who came with us came in for a drink of water. After several ineffectual efforts to speak to him, I found voice enough to say, "Jake". Turning he took one look at me and burst out laughing. I could not see the joke, and I said, "Jake, I'm going wherever you go. I can't stand this". So I tagged around with him until Norman came back. The men had considerable fun about this at my expense, but even now, after thirty-five years, I still fail to see the funny side of it. That evening we set up our tents, and thereafter enjoyed some privacy. One Sunday evening while we were sitting in our tent an old Indian suddenly appeared. His name was, Captain Long-Dog-Not-Afraid-Of-Thunder, a Chief of the Sioux and Ogalalies. He wanted to know whose squaw I was. Norman gave him to understand that I belonged to him. He said, Wa-ap", meaning "Swap". Norman asked, "How much?" He held up two fingers and said, "Ponies." Norman shook his head, so up went more fingers. This continued until all the fingers on both hands were up. When this offer was refused the he began to add buffalo skins--how many, I do not know, but after a while it seemed to dawn on him that somehow or other he had made a mistake. The money value of his offer totaled about $2,600. Although he had failed to make a purchase, he continued almost daily to hang around our tent, until Norman, fearing that he might take it into his head to kidnap me, asked the Agent for a guard. After that we had an Indian sentinel outside our tent until the end of our stay.

We became well acquainted with this young Indian, and afterward he came often to our store at Oelrichs, some twenty miles from the Reservation. His little son sold to Norma a bow and arrow, which I still treasure. (Norma was Aunt Alice's little daughter. She died during an epidemic of Diphtheria, which nearly depopulated the town of Oelrichs of its children in 1889).

This little lad used to wear a jacket, all covered over with Elk's teeth. If we had it now, it would, doubtless, be much prized by some of our friends belonging to the Benevolent, Protective Order of Elks.

One day the Episcopal Minister at the Agency called and said that on the following day the Government would issue beef cattle to the Indians; that if it would interest me he would be glad to take me to see it. Of course I was glad to go, as I wanted to see everything I could.

The next morning early the Indians began coming to the Agency. They were dressed for the occasion, or rather undressed, for they were naked, except for breechcloth and feathers. All the men were mounted on ponies; the squaws could look out for themselves. There were perhaps 300 of them, and a fierce looking lot they were.

We drove out about four miles to a big corral where the cattle were bunched. There was a high covered stand at the entrance of the corral. It looked much like a bandstand. The Government agents whose duty it was to award the cattle occupied this stand. Each animal was awarded to a group of Indians, say ten or twelve, whose names were called out just before the gate was opened. The Indians were allowed to do as they pleased with the animals issued to them. The Indians, mounted on their ponies, drew up in two lines on either side of the gate, so that when the gate was opened the animal had to pass out between the lines; only one ran the gauntlet at a time.

When all was ready, the gate was opened and the wild and frightened animal, terrified and bewildered by the shouting and the prodding, rushed out between the lines of howling savages and, clearing them, struck out over the prairie at the top of its speed, the Indians following prodding it with spears and shooting arrows into it. This was kept up until the animal was exhausted and no longer able to furnish excitement. Then it was killed, and turned over to the squaws, who seemed to enjoy the horrible spectacle quite as much as did their wonderfully brave men. How they divided up the meat among the members of the group or how they finally got it to their teepees, I do not know, but they got no help from the men.

It all seemed very wicked and cruel to me. I have since heard that the practice has been discontinued.

While at the Agency we were often very much disturbed at night. The Indians were compelled to bury their dead in a cemetery, like Christians. The cemetery happened to be near our tent. Always there were some of them out there, pounding on drums and howling and moaning all night long. To sleep was impossible. The minister told me that they really enjoyed it, that they luxuriated in grief, as he put it. To me it was perfectly hideous.

The minister invited us to attend his church, but told us to be very careful to conform to all the forms of worship - set a good example for the Indians. It was indeed, a strange experience, but I stayed through it all. Frequently I had to pinch myself to make sure that the person in the midst of these curiously strange surroundings was really I.

Not long ago we attended a moving picture show and saw Pine Ridge as it is to day. Stately buildings have replaced the crude structures of a former time, and the landscape gardener has done a something for that barren waste.

John Brennen of Rapid City, an old-time friend of ours, now retired, was Government Agent there for many years. His work among the Indians has not been barren of results, for not since the battle of Wounded Knee, in 1890, has there been any disturbance of note.

If these things interest you, I shall feel well repaid.

Omaha, Nebraska Alice (Wilson) Atcheson
1916

(Aunt Alice died, 5 P. M. March 26, 1929 at The Fontenelle Home,
Fontenelle Boulevard, Omaha Nebraska; age 74 years, 1 month and 15 days.

Parents: Cyrus WILSON and Catharine MASON.

She was married to Norman ATCHESON on 8 Jan 1882 in Espyville, Crawford County, PA.⁽³⁷⁾ Children were: Norma ATCHESON.

Capt. Andrew WILSON⁽⁷⁶⁴⁾⁽¹⁷⁹⁾⁽⁷⁶⁵⁾ was born about 1834 in Espyville, Crawford County, PA.⁽⁷⁶⁶⁾ He died on 27 Jul 1890. He served in the military 19 August 1861 to 31 October 1864 in Company B, 29th Ohio Regiment. He resided in Richmond, OH.
BIOGRAPHY
Andrew was a laborer in an oar mill prior to his military service, and a farmer thereafter. He was mustered into Co. B, 29th Regiment Ohio Volunteer Infantry as a 2nd Lieutenant on 19 August 1861 and promoted to 1st Lieutenant on 12 May 1862. He was mustered out at the expiration of his three-year term on 31 October 1864 in Atlanta GA during the Occupation of Atlanta.

Within his first year of enlistment, he and his unit participated in the battles of Winchester, Port Royal Republic, Cedar Mountain and Antietam, During his second year,he fought in the Wilderness Campaign and the battles of Chancellorsville and Gettysburg. In his third year, he was present at the Battle of Lookout Mountain; the Atlanta Campaign. including the battles of New Hope Church and Alatoona, Marietta, Kennesaw Mountain, Lost Mountain and Peach Tree Creek. He was involved in the siege and occupation of Atlanta. The regiment losted 271 soldiers, including 6 officers and 114 enlisted men killed or mortally wounded, and 1 officer and 150 enlisted men by disease.

On or about 9 June 1862 Andrew was taken prisoner at the battle at Port Republic and was incarcerated at Libby Prison. POW records show he was paroled at Aiken's Landing VA on 17 August 1862. From Sep - Dec 1862, Andrew's unit served at Bolivar Heights. His unit would have been serving at the same location as that of his brother Cyrus. Parents: Hugh WILSON 3rd and Ann COLLINS.

He was married to Sarah Armina PECK on 6 Mar 1859 in Richmond, OH. Children were: Darias WILSON, Hugh E. WILSON, Emily Moina WILSON, Edwin WILSON.

Andrew J. WILSON⁽⁷⁶⁷⁾ was born on 7 Jan 1851 in North Shenango TWP Crawford County PA.⁽³⁷⁾ He died on 10 May 1917 in Durham, Strafford Co., NH.⁽⁷⁶⁷⁾ He died a day after the marriage of his son, W. Ross He was buried in Pine Hill Cemetery, Dover NH. He resided in Springboro, PA. He was Congregational Church. Andrew lived in Durham NH for four years prior to his death. Parents: Joseph William WILSON and Mary (nee: Fletcher) Glover BLAIR.

He was married to Isoline WILSON "Lina" on 26 Jun 1873.⁽³⁷⁾⁽⁷⁶⁸⁾⁽⁷⁶⁷⁾ The obituary of her husband Andrew shows the marrage year as 1872. Children were: Frederick Glover WILSON, Wendell Homes WILSON, Wilford Ross WILSON, Blanch WILSON.

Andrew Phillipson WILSON was born on 30 Sep 1910.⁽³⁷⁾ Parents: Frederick Glover WILSON and Ella PHILLIPSON.

Audrey Phyllis WILSON was born on 25 Dec 1938. She resided Emerald Isle, NC. Parents: Edwin WILSON and Susie Elizabeth MCCRAW.

She was married to E. T. HOLT. Children were: Todd Wilson HOLT, Sharon Elizabeth HOLT, Tracy Lee HOLT.

Beth WILSON was born on 30 May 1951. Parents: Wendell "Red" Hatch WILSON Jr. and Phyllis SAINBURG.

She was married to Fran C. CHAMBERLAIN. Children were: Maleah CHAMBERLAIN, Phillip Muir CHAMBERLAIN, Ben CHAMBERLAIN.

Blanch WILSON was born on 20 Mar 1886 in Espyville, Crawford County, PA.⁽³⁷⁾ She resided before 1948 in South Bend, IN. She resided after 1948 in Oklawaha, FL. She died in Aug 1983 in Oklawaha, FL. She was buried in Grave 4, Lot 438, Block 2B, St. Joseph Valley Memorial Park, Granger, IN. Parents: Andrew J. WILSON and Isoline WILSON "Lina".

She was married to John W. PETERSON on 6 Feb 1909 in Cleveland, OH.⁽³⁷⁾

She was married to Emil Andrew NELSON on 3 Mar 1947 in Key West, FL.

Bonnie Elizabeth WILSON was born on 16 Sep 1985. Parents: Kirk Randolph WILSON and Linda ROTHI.

Dr. Braden Russell WILSON was born on 22 Nov 1883. Issue: son who died in infancy. Parents: Dr. William "Doc" Melanthian WILSON and Mina LYLE.

He was married to Bessie Fern KELTENBAUGH on 11 Sep 1906.⁽⁶⁶⁾

Carolyn WILSON resided in 1992 in Knoxville, TN.⁽²⁰¹⁾ Parents: Guy Edwin WILSON and Beulah F. KELLY.

She was married to Richard LA BUDDE.⁽²⁰¹⁾

Charles WILSON was born in Jan 1854 in Espyville, Crawford County, PA. He was a RR Office in Toledo, OH. He resided in Toledo, OH. Parents: Robert E. WILSON and Mary COOK.

Charles Edward WILSON was born in 1888.⁽⁶⁶⁾ Parents: Robert Edward Lee WILSON and Mertie Eliza SMITH.

He was married to Mary Baird PATTERSON in 1914.⁽⁶⁶⁾ Children were: Georgia Marie WILSON, Paul Hugh WILSON, Martha Isabel WILSON, Virginia Patterson WILSON, James Baird WILSON , Joan WILSON.

Chelsea WILSON was born in 1994. Parents: David WILSON M.D. and Renee.

Cordella WILSON⁽⁷⁶⁹⁾ was born on 24 Jun 1833 in North Shenango TWP Crawford County PA.⁽⁷⁷⁰⁾ She died on 1 May 1887. She was buried in Demorest Cemetery, Akron, MI. Cordella migrated with her father to Tuscola County MI in 1855. There were six children born, including Issac, Samuel, James, and Maine(?), perhaps of this couple, who are married and lived in Unionville MI. So, there are at least two connections in Michigan with the Vandemark family. Parents: Hugh WILSON 3rd and Ann COLLINS.

She was married to Edward VANDEMARK on 6 Jul 1856 in Tuscola County, MI.⁽⁷⁷¹⁾ Children were: Anna VANDEMARK, Peter VANDEMARK, Sarah Armina VANDEMARK, Alta VANDEMARK, Benjamin VANDEMARK, Edward L. VANDEMARK, Fred VANDEMARK.

Cyrus WILSON⁽⁷⁷²⁾⁽⁷⁷³⁾ was born on 25 Sep 1829 in Espyville, Crawford County, PA.⁽³⁷⁾ He was a Wheel Wright in 1854 in Espyville, Crawford County, PA. He was photographed in 1863 in Washington, DC. (He was in Washington receiving medical attention for wounds he received during the Battle of Fredericksburg.) He resided between 1883 and 1893 in Oelrichs, SD. (Cyrus and his wife were there visiting his daughter and son-in-law who worked on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.) He was a Postmaster between 1890 and 1893 in Oelrichs, SD.⁽⁷⁷⁴⁾ He resided after 1893 in Clifton, KA.⁽⁷⁷⁵⁾ He resided in 1898 in Bigalow, Kansas. He died on 29 Jan 1902 in Clifton, KA. He was buried in Odd Fellow Cemetery, Clifton, KA.
BIOGRAPHY
Cyrus enlisted in the Union army on 2 Aug 1862 and was mustered out on 6 Sep 1865.

In the first year of his enlistment, Cyrus served at Antietam, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, and Gettysburg. He was wounded at the Battle of Fredericksburg where more than three-quarters of his company was left on the battlefield, wounded or dead, after its charge on Marye's Heights. Of Cyrus his son writes. "In less than a month after returning to duty [after recovering from wounds received at Fredericksburg], he passed through the Chancellorsville campaign, and, after two or three weeks in camp, he marched over 200 miles in the heat of a Virginia summer to Gettysburg, where he had his part in as desperate a piece of fighting as the history of the war records, only to be left behind amidst the filth and human wreckage of battle. The wonder is, not that he was physically and mentally depressed, but that he survived through it all."

After his discharge Cyrus returned to his home and engaged in the manufacturing of carriages until 1885 when he discovered he could no longer compete with the mass production of carriages. Cyrus and Catharine moved to western South Dakota wheret hey resided for nine years. They moved to Clifton, Kansas, where he was engaged in the drug business until within a few months of his death. Cyrus was a member of the M. E. church for over 48 years, and during that time he was always an effective worker in the Sunday School, either as teacher or superintendent. Although deprived of early educational advantages he was a voracious reader, a constant student and an effective and entertaining speaker. In his daily life he was kindly sympathetic and genial and his influence was also was exerted on the side of righteousness and right living. He will be missed by the people of Clifton but his memory will long be cherished in our hearts. It is worthy of remark that Cyrus's death is the first death in the immediate family for over fifty years.

OBITUARY
From the obituary of Cyrus Wilson in the Clifton News, Clifton, Kansas, 7 Feb. 1902, Vol. XVII, No. 6: Cyrus Wilson was born and grew up in Crawford county Pennslyvania. His boyhood and youth were spent in his father’s shop where he learned the blacksmith trade. Later on he also perfected himself in the trade of carriage builder. In October 1851 he was married to Katherine Mason, they celebrating the 50th anniversary of their marriage in October last. Three children were born, Mrs. Andrew [J.] Wilson [nee: Isoline "Aunt Lina" Wilson, b. 1852] of Springboro, Pa., Mrs. Norman Atchison [nee: Alice Wilson, b. 1855] of Omaha, Neb., and Dr. W[ilford]. M[urry]. Wilson [b. 1860] of Milwaukee, Wis. It is worthy of remark that this is the first death in the immediate family for over fifty years.

At the outbreak of the civil war in obedience to his country’s call he bade good-bye to his young wife and little ones and marched away to the defense of his country’s flag. In less than six weeks after his enlistment he fought on the blood field of Antietam.

This was quickly followed by the great disaster at Fredericksburg. It was in this battle that after the death of his captain and himself severely wounded in the right arm he lead his company forward to the charge until stretched upon the ground with no less than five desperate wounds. Even in this terrible mangled condition his presence of mind did not desert him and he crawled under the protecting angle of a rock while the line of battle surged back and forth over him until the confederate forces were finally driven back and he was carried off the field.

This was a terrible day for the 145th Penn. Volunteers and especially company H, where the roll called after crossing the river just before entering the fight 53 men answered to their names, that night 15 men were in line and 8 of these were more or less wounded.

The following May he participated in battle of Chancelorsville, being nearly crushed to death in the mad flight of Howard's Corps when assailed in the rear by Stonewall Jackson. He lead his company on the march north following Lee=s invading arm in the Gettysburg campaign. In this engagement the 145th with the 2nd Corps under the superb Handcock lay to the right of Cemetery hill stretching southward toward Little Round Top. It was against this portion of the line that Lee launched that famous charge of Pickets division--the flower of Confederate army.

Often have we listened with almost breathless interest as he vividly pictured the scenes of that historic day. How from Cemetery ridge they watched the formation of Confederate lines on the heights beyond as with glistening arms and fling banners they advanced down the opposite slope with all the precision and steadiness of a grand review. How the halt was made at the little creek and the alignment corrected and then with that wild yell heard far above the roar of battle rushed up the slope into the very jaws of death. But what of those men in blue who were long in wait to receive the impact of this terrific charge and upon whom our country depended to roll back this maddened hoard and to save for their children a free and united country; not a shot was fired, not a word spoken until they could count the buttons on the coats of the advancing lines and see the color of the flashing eyes. The one solid mass of flames shot forth from the blue line, scorching the very eye-brows of Picket=s men and with a yell of triumph sprung to the charge. When night closed the scene Lee=s hosts were scattered, the high watermark of the Confederacy passed and our country saved.

Cyrus Wilson was but one of thousands who participated in that event but every man who did his duty on that immortal day is a hero and deserves to have his name emblazoned on the page of history for the emulation of future generations. His strenuous exertions in command of his company in the engagement caused the old wounds to break out afresh and he was assigned to the command of a division of Confederate prisoners at Elmira, N. Y., where he remained until the close of the war.

Cyrus may have chosen Clifton, Kansas, as a home in his later years because of the transportation it offered. Three railroad lines, The Union Pacific, the Missouri Pacific and the Chicago, Rock Island & Pacific all pass through Clifton. He served as Commander of the Clifton GAR in 1902. Parents: Hugh WILSON 3rd and Ann COLLINS.

He was married to Catharine MASON on 30 Oct 1851 in Oregon, IL.⁽³⁷⁾ Children were: Isoline WILSON "Lina", Alice WILSON , Wilford Murry WILSON M.D..

Daniel WILSON was born on 31 Dec 1799.⁽¹⁷⁾ He died on 26 Mar 1869. He was buried in Wilson Cemetery, Espyville PA.⁽⁷⁷⁶⁾

Darias WILSON was born about 1860 in Richmond TWP Astabula OH. Darias was employed by the telegraph company in Hartford CT. Parents: Capt. Andrew WILSON and Sarah Armina PECK.

David WILSON M.D. was born on 19 Mar 1947. Parents: Wendell "Red" Hatch WILSON Jr. and Phyllis SAINBURG .

He was married to Renee. Children were: Jana WILSON, Kara WILSON, Chelsea WILSON.

Delbert B. WILSON was born on 8 Jul 1875 in Geneva TWP, Tuscola County MI.⁽⁷⁷⁷⁾ He was a Saloon Bartender in 1900 in Columbia TWP Tuscola County MI. He was a Bookkeeper in 1900 in Columbia TWP Tuscola County MI. He died on 23 Nov 1938 in Tuscola County, MI.⁽⁷⁷⁸⁾ He died from shock after surgery for cancer of the spleen. He was buried in Demorest Cemetery, Akron, MI. Parents: James F. WILSON and Emeretta STEVENSON.

He was married to Edna A. DUANE on 28 Jul 1896 in Geneva, Tuscola County, MI.⁽⁷⁷⁹⁾ He was divorced from Edna A. DUANE. Children were: Raymond A. WILSON , Neil WILSON, Kathleen A. WILSON.

Diane WILSON was born on 1 Nov 1965 in Nuremberg, Germany. She graduated in 1987 in West Georgia College, Carrollton, GA. She was a Flight Attendant, Delta Airlines in Atlanta GA. Parents: LTC Doane "Spike" McKinstry WILSON and Gloria JORDAN.

LTC Doane "Spike" McKinstry WILSON was born on 18 Dec 1936 in New York, Manhattan County, NY. Gotham Hospital, 76th & Madison Avenue, New York, Henry T. Burns, attending. He served in the military between 1963 and 1990. U.S. Army, 1963-1990. He is recognized in Bronze Star for Meritorious Achievement in Vietnam in 1967/68. He is recognized in Oak Leaf Cluster for Outstanding Meritorious Service between 1973 and 1983. He died on 21 May 1994 in Atlanta GA. He was buried in Roswell, GA.
HONORIUM
Board of Governors, The Atlanta Yacht Club: On Saturday, May 21, 1994, Doane "Spike" Wilson lost his struggle to beat cancer. At that same moment, down at the point at his beloved AYC, a squall of near tornado force hit, overturning a Thistle on its trailer and scattering people and objects everywhere. Spike was always saying that a breeze was going to pop up out of that corner, and it finally did. Spike spent a lifetime devoting his time and efforts to the sport of sailboat racing. He will best be remembered through his promotion of regional sailing here in the southeast. His legacy is sportsmanship, devotion, and goodwill. . He has mentored dozens of skippers and trained many times more crews in this fine sport. He will be sailing along with them every time they "bang that corner" and get it to pay off just as he did.

Spike grew up here in Atlanta. He learned the joy of sailing from his father, a charter member of the AYC. As a teenager, Spike joined the AYC in 1954 and was a member of the Moth fleet where he quickly learned the skills of sailboat racing. In 1960 he became an active racing sailor in the Y-Flyer and J-22 fleets. He was past J-22 national president, Y-Flyer fleet captain, and an AYC Board member. It was through his efforts that the Y-Flyer Helmsman Series remained an active race circuit here in the southeast. He leaves behind his ex-wife Gloria; two sailing daughters, Diane and Suzanne; and sailors all over the continent who share honored to have called him "friend."

OBITUARY
Atlanta Journal/Constitution: Monday, May 23, 1994: Lt. Col. Doane "Spike" Wilson (U.S. Army Retired) died May 21, 1994 of cancer. He is survived by his life-long friend, Gloria Wilson, and their daughters, Diane and Suzanne. Spike graduated from Northside High School, attended Auburn University, and graduated from Georgia State University. He was commissioned in the United States Army in 1963 and proudly served his country for 27 years. During his military career, he served in Europe and Southeast Asia. He was awarded the Bronze Star (Meritorious Achievement, Vietnam, 1967-1968) and the First Oak Leaf Cluster (Outstanding Meritorious Service from 1973-1983). Spike was a member of the Atlanta Yacht Club since 1954, during which time he twice served as Y-Flyer Fleet captain, was president of the international J-22 Fleet, and served on the AYC Board of Governors.

SOAPBOX DERBY
On Saturday, 9 Jul 1949, Doane, at age 13, took part in the annual Soap Box Derby race in Atlanta. This was a race that both Doane and his father had looked forward to all summer. His father's work schedule was extremely busy in the late summers, in preparation for the fall campaigns. Usually his father would schedule and take vacation in the early part of the summer, but not in 1949 when he was particularly anxious to help Doane prepare for the race.

Doane's father died at 1 a.m. the day of the race. Doane made the decision to take part in the race anyway, as a tribute to his father. It was only later that the race officials and the newspapers found out. Under the byline "East Point Wins Soap Box Derby," on Sunday, 10 Jul 1949, there was the following paragraph:

"It is unlikely that many spectators of yesterday morning's preliminary heats knew that little Doane Wilson competing in Class B was driving with a heart made heavy by the death earlier in the day of his father. Doane is the son of Kenneth M. Wilson, Executive Director of the Greater Atlanta Community Chest, who died about 1 a.m. Saturday. The courageous youngster competed anyway but lost out in a close race…" Doane was awarded the Good Sportsman trophy by the race sponsors."

Doane's daughter recalls another act of kindness on her father's part: " I will never forget a few years back someone rammed him during a sailing regatta in Atlanta and damaged their boat. They were from out of town so my father gave up his boat and let them race it, thereby forfeited his standing in the regatta. He won a sportsmanship award then as well."

Parents: Kenneth Mason WILSON and Priscilla NICKERSON.

He was married to Gloria JORDAN on 20 Feb 1960 in Atlanta, Fulton County, GA. Children were: Diane WILSON, Suzanne WILSON.

Dorothy WILSON resided in 1992 in Bradford, PA.⁽²⁰¹⁾ She resided in 1992 in Bradford, PA. Parents: Guy Edwin WILSON and Beulah F. KELLY.

She was married to FRANK.⁽²⁰¹⁾

Edward L. WILSON died in infancy. Parents: Hugh WILSON 3rd and Ann COLLINS.

Edwin WILSON was born on 10 Aug 1876 in Richmond TWP Astabula OH.⁽³¹⁾ Parents: Capt. Andrew WILSON and Sarah Armina PECK.

Edwin WILSON⁽⁷⁰⁾ was born on 7 Oct 1902 in Halifax County, Virginia. He resided in Chalk Center, VA.⁽⁶⁶⁾ Parents: William WILSON and Martha Frances HARDIE.

He was married to Susie Elizabeth MCCRAW on 23 Nov 1929. Children were: Geraldine Elizabeth WILSON, Audrey Phyllis WILSON.

Effie WILSON was born in 1877. Parents: Frank P. WILSON and Amaretta C. LITTLE.

She was married to Ernest COOK.

Children were: Vincent JOHNSON .

Eloner "Nellie" WILSON is recognized in in the will of his grandfather in 1784.⁽³⁾ " I also give to my grand daughter Eloner Wilson the Sum of five pounds with my second largest [pott]." She resided in Pittsburg PA. She was born in Lancaster County PA.⁽⁷⁸⁰⁾
The W.M.W Book state a marriage to John Stewart. The Wilson Family Tree states a marriage to Kilpatrick. Parents: Hugh WILLSON and Isabella MCKEEVER.

Emily Moina WILSON was born in Jun 1868 in Richmond TWP Astabula OH.⁽³¹⁾⁽¹⁷¹⁾ She died in 1939.⁽³⁰⁶⁾ She resided in Ashtabula, OH. She was buried in Chestnut Hill, Astabula Co., OH.⁽³⁰⁶⁾ Moina wrote "The History of Ashtabula County."
Parents: Capt. Andrew WILSON and Sarah Armina PECK.

She was married to Edgar E. LARGE in 1888.⁽³⁰⁶⁾ The Larges celebrated their golden anniversary in 1938. Children were: Florence Ethel LARGE, Isabel Norene LARGE, Miriam Adair LARGE.

Ethel Odene WILSON was born on 31 Oct 1890. Parents: Dr. William "Doc" Melanthian WILSON and Mina LYLE.

She was married to William Phyneas WEST . Children were: Robert WEST, Marian WEST, William WEST.

Evelyn WILSON⁽⁷⁰⁾ was born on 15 Jan 1901. She died on 19 Jan 1953. Like her father, Evelyn loved to paint. She would paint on any piece of canvas or on anything she could get. She was a sweet and gentle person. Evelyn and Eugene had no children. Parents: William WILSON and Martha Frances HARDIE.

She was married to Eugene Thomas RIDDLE on 3 Jul 1935.⁽⁶⁶⁾

Flora May WILSON was born on 13 May 1866.⁽⁶⁶⁾ Parents: John Stewart WILSON and Isabella MCQUISTON.

She was married to Edgar Palestine HOWELL on 15 Dec 1908.⁽⁶⁶⁾ Children were: Arthur Frances HOWELL.

Frances WILSON⁽⁷⁰⁾ was born on 5 Oct 1908 or 1909. She died on 16 Jan 1990. Parents: William WILSON and Martha Frances HARDIE.

She was married to Walter Ogden HILL in Dec 1929.⁽⁶⁶⁾ Children were: Frances Antoinette HILL, Walter Leon HILL.

Frank Harvey WILSON was born on 3 Oct 1854.⁽⁶⁶⁾ He died on 18 Jan 1923. He was buried in Hartstown Cemetery, Crawford County, PA. No issue. Parents: William WILSON and Nancy MCQUISTON.

He was married to Sarah L.USK on 31 Aug 1899.⁽⁶⁶⁾

Frank P. WILSON was born on 6 Dec 1852. He resided before 1926 in Ashwood NY.⁽⁷⁸¹⁾ He died on 9 Dec 1926 in Kerrtown, Crawford County, PA. He was buried on 11 Dec 1926 in Wilson Cemetery, Espyville PA.⁽⁷⁸²⁾ He resided in Espyville Crawford County PA. Parents: Joseph William WILSON and Mary (nee: Fletcher) Glover BLAIR.

He was married to Amaretta C. LITTLE in Oct 1874.⁽⁷⁸³⁾ The spelling "Emmeretta" differs from the "Ammaretta" of the gravestone. Children were: Ira J. WILSON, Effie WILSON, Lenora "Norah" WILSON , Joseph B. WILSON.

Franklin H. WILSON was born on 28 Nov 1869 in Geneva TWP, Tuscola County MI.⁽⁷⁸⁴⁾ Parents: James F. WILSON and Emeretta STEVENSON.

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