Lizzie Morgan was descended from Morgan Morgan, Zackwell Morgan, James Morgan (my ancestors)… and then Sylvester Morgan. I found this record through ancestry.com. Having a subscription I find all sorts of interesting stories and pieces of information. This is another one of the ‘gossipy’ stories from the newspaper. They even list the groom as having ‘a large bank account’, and he visited three times to get his bride! It’s amazing the things you can find out about family.
Farmer Blue Finally Gets His Jeffersonville Bride
When the Louisville train for Indianapolis drew away from the P., C., C. and St.L railroad station in Jeffersonville yesterday, among its passengers were John M. Blue and bride, en route to Blairtown, Ia. The previous night they had been married in Jeffersonville and it was the third time that Mr.Blue had come to marry the same woman, Miss Lizzie Morgan. Twice, at the final moment, she had faltered, assigning as a reason that her father was too ill. Mr. Blue had tendered Miss Morgan a check for $2000 and had promised her a home in Chicago, but that was no inducement. The last time that Mr.Blue had returned home disappointed was last Christmas. He said that he would be back in five months and take Miss Morgan away as his bride. He did not wait that long, but as the sequel shows that cut no figure.
Mrs. Blue is the daughter of the late Sylvester Morgan whose death recently occurred in Jeffersonville. Mr. Blue is fifty-two years old and a farmer with a large bank account. He is a church deacon and Sunday-school superintendent.
The couple became acquainted through a matrimonial publication. Mrs. Blue is a sister-in-law of Magistrate Eph Keigwin.
From the Courier-Journal (Louisville, Kentucky) 21 March 1895, Page 8.
Yes, My mother and I joined the DAR the other day. Not only that but we joined the Cameo Society in the DAR. My mother seems to be enjoying it and I really wish I could make it to the meetings – I joined the same chapter since really I feel more at home there.
What’s interesting is while talking about it, my middle son made a comment that made me realize he has no clue how much I care about my family history (and current family). I have a super amazing family that has done a lot of things for the country, the family, and themselves. Personally I’m pretty proud of the fact that I’m a farmer’s daughter that went on to college and not only got a bachelors degree but also a masters! My mother was a coal miner’s daughter that lost her father at 3 years old. Her mother (my grandmother) who was not only first generation American, English as a second language, and the only one of 10 kids to go to high school went on to own a bar for a short time and keep my mother and herself fed and housed. My great grandmother came to the US with three kids by herself through Ellis Island to meet up with my great grandfather and kept having kids until she lost my great grandfather when my grandmother was 3. She cleaned houses to support them all up until she wasn’t able to anymore and the oldest kids could take over.
On the other side of the family my father lost his mother at 13. That side of the family has some amazing stories also that go all the way back to the founding of the country! They even include Rev. John Corbly whose second wife and children were scalped by the Indians by Fort Garard PA. I’m descended from wife 3 but his story is no less amazing with all the things he went through in his life – from being part of the forming of the first government to forming a section of the Baptist Church.
Personally, I’m pretty proud of the family I come from – I’m not sure the best way to instill in my kids that same feeling.
