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Leading Up to Vicksburg – 1863 Part IV

February 10, 2026 by Jaci Dawn

The following letters precede the battle at Vicksburg and the subsequent surrender there. I have, so the sake of brevity, left out a lot of details of the battles and skirmishes, and tried to concentrate only on the actual letters.

Memphis, Tennessee Dec. 1, 1862

We have orders to be ready to leave to-morrow. One rainy night he took three rails and laid them on one, and spread a blanket with rubber over. We kill the sheep, cattle, and pigs in the woods where found.

Thos. Wilcox

Thomas was under General Sherman at this time. Not sure who “he” is.

Near Tallahatchie, Dec. 3, 1862

We are in Smith’s division. Thomas and Wilber were at Oxford. They went with Sherman’s body guard.

W.J. Wilcox

Smith would have been Union General Morgan L. Smith.

Jan 8, 1863

Vicinity of Memphis, on the Mississippi, near the mouth of the White River. We withdrew our forces from the swamp near Vicksburg New Year’s night. We brought off everything, not leaving so much as a bag of grain. The gap in our division was about 180 killed and wounded. I heard to-day that Andrew Mullen was killed. He was badly wounded and left on the field. The men that told me thought that he would have gotten over it if he had been taken care of; but he laid out one day and two nights – raining all the first night – so when they got him he was dead.

Willard Wilcox

Battle of Arkansas Post – Jan 10,11 1863

Proceeded up the Arkansas Jan 9. Late in the afternoon, they halted about three miles below the fort, and began landing for the night. At noon on the 10th we began movement toward the fort. The field artillery, numbering 45 pieces, was disposed in the intervals of Sherman’s and Morgan’s lines. The artillery opened fire, and kept it up half an hour, then ceased, and the infantry assaulted. Lindsey, of Morgan’s corps, with four guns, took position above the fort. Fort surrendered. Troops re-embarked 16th and 17th.

Moved to Young’s Point. Was engaged in the Vicksburg campaign until the surrender of Vicksburg, July 4, 1863, then moved to Jackson, Miss. After the siege and surrender of Jackson, moved to Black River, and remained in camp there until Sept. 27, when ordered to Chattanooga.

Camp on Stone River near Murfreesboro.

(unsigned)

February 1863.

It is two months since I had a letter from home. I stand ready to go into battle and endure all the hardships of war, but to be deprived of hearing from friends whom I may never see again, is asking me to become a stone. The government should take more pains to forward the mail. We expect to march as soon as the condition of the roads make it possible.

John Wilcox, with 88th Infantry.

Haines’ Bluff – 1863

Blaine’s division embarked on ten steamboats about 10:00 A>M> April 29. Proceeded to Yazoo April 30, to within easy range of enemy’s batteries. Four hours demonstration kept up. Toward evening disembarked, seemingly prepared to assault. April 31, similar movements. Dropped back to camp at Young’s Point, reaching there the night of May 1st.

Our division went up to Haines’ Bluff. I was not well enough to go.

Willard J. Wilcox

I tried to locate all their positions on a map. All of this is leading up to the Siege of Vicksburg which took place May 18 – July 4, 1863 which cost the Confederacy some 32,363 souls. It was a decisive Union victory and led to the ultimate push by General Sherman to the sea.

The population of the city I live in was around 38,000 in 2025.

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American Civil War Part 3

February 2, 2026 by Jaci Dawn

 The Siege of Corinth took place April 29 – May 30, 1862. This was before the battel of Vicksburg in 1863. We are stepping back in time a little, to a previous campaign my ancestors were part of, before John Wilcox died at Chickamauga in 1863.  10,699 rebels were killed, wounded, or taken prisoner. 12,217 Union soldiers were killed, wounded, or taken prisoner. Let those numbers sink in a little bit.

A “battery” consisted of six guns: four 6-pounders and two 12-pounders. My great-great uncles wrote a few letters home during this conflict.

May 2, 1862

The army is moving toward Corinth. Our division has not moved yet, but expects to in a day or two. Have been out on two marches lately.

May 22, 1862

I have about recovered. I put on my clothes today. I shall be ready to take part in the next skirmish. Wilber is well.

About the attack being a surprise, in one sense it was and it was not. We were all well aware of the enemy’s being near, for they had driven our outposts the day before and was in sight on the roads from our line. We were on the extreme right of our line so were in reserve, but as soon as the battle commenced were moved to the left. Grant was at Savannah when the battle commenced, which was about four miles down the river from where the hospital was. Some of our line gave way the first fire, but other portions fought well and inflicted heavy loss on the enemy. The principal part of the loss on both sides was on the first day. It depends a great deal upon circumstances about what anyone does, but I can say one thing that no man of Co. A can say: I stayed with the battery three hours after I was wounded, and I passed through one of the most trying scenes of my life.

W.J. Wilcox.

After the battle of Shiloh, the rebels withdrew to Corinth. The last of April the Union army began the advance toward Corinth. Corinth was evacuated by the rebel army May 30, McClernand’s reserve, consisting of his own and Lew Wallace’s division, was then turned west to Bolivar and Memphis. Battery A. was sent with this division, reaching Union Junction, near Memphis, June 17, 1862.

Memphis, July 13, 1862

Just arrived from White River where squad 2 went last Monday to guard a steamboat. Went up the river about 125 miles.

W.J Wilcox

~~~

Memphis, Oct 1, 1862

We had an order for boards for our tents, which looks like staying all winter here. Wilber had just been drilling us in dismounting the guns and carriages, so we can show off at grand battalion review. The squads try to see which can harness and hitch the horses on the guns the quickest. Squad 2 came out five seconds ahead; we were two minutes and twenty-five seconds with the postillions and cannon mounted. Last week we had a trial at target shooting at a snag in the river, 1,000 yards off, about as big as a man. Wilber came out best.

Thos. Wilcox

~~~ Note: a 1,000 yard shot is a long shot. Think eight football fields, lengthwise, assuming the distance is 120 yards (10 football fields if you lay them down goal post to goal post). The most common rifles used during the Civil War had a firing distance of about 300-500 yards. Even today, that is one heckuva distance for an average deer rifle, say a .30-30. Of course, they were probably firing artillery and I have no clue what the ballistics are.

Nashville, Nov. 14, 1862

All I have to say is that I have enlisted, and have no grumbling to do, but intend tyo live and die as a true soldier, but my advice to them that have homes is, they had better stay there. We have marched 440 miles since leaving Louisville. Capt. B and I cook together, eat and drink from the same dish, and sleep together. He has the privilege of buying his rations. I saw him with sixteen doughnuts. I have not taken any private property of any kind.

John Wilcox

~~~

Memphis, Dec 14, 1860

Arrived yesterday/ Gen. Sherman came back with us. We lived on the inhabitants partly while out. The boys went for everything they wanted. The General had to stop them. We did not bring in as many negroes as when we were out last summer.

WJ Wilcox

So much of the Civil Way was about stealing food, ravaging the opponent’s homesteads and mansions, and taking slaves to force them to be soldiers on whichever side managed to take them captive. It was not pretty, it was not neat, and it often wasn’t about setting the captive free as much as it was about using the captive to bolster the military numbers. It was a savagery that ripped across the American soil.

When you hear current politicos talk about “another civil war”, you wonder how much of history they have read. How much blood spilt, families divided, homes wrecked, and innocence destroyed.

Yet, it is my family’s history. And I hope they were all like John, not taking what wasn’t theirs.

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Battle of Fort Donelson – Civil War Part 2

January 16, 2026 by Jaci Dawn

Continuing with my notes:

Battery A, 1st Chicago Light Artillery was stationed at Camp Smith, two miles from Cairo for five months.

Camp Smith, June 11, 1861

The furniture of our tents consist of a soap box apiece to put our clothes in, some wooden stools to sit on when we eat, and a board table. We have a stand in our tent to write on. We made the stool, table, and stand ourselves. We have to put all our things but all the boxes out of our tent when we sleep. The first meal we had in Cairo was a passanle (sic) breakfast. At dinner they gave us some beef that needed better teeth than I have; hard bread. Cold potatoes without washing; river water without filtering.

                                Willard J. Wilcox

Passanle – passable, I would guess.

Sept. 6 Battery A was moved to Paducah where it remained until Feb. 4, 1862. Moved to Ft Heiman and participated in the battle of Ft Donelson, Feb 14 and 15, 1862, and the battle of Shiloh, April 6 and 7, 1862. Then moved to Corinth and from there to Memphis, reaching Memphis June 17, 1862.

BATTLE OF FT. DONELSON.

Battery A was with Thayer’s Brigade.

Feb. 13,1862. Skirmishing; Feb. 24, repulse of Union gunboats; Feb. 16, rebel assault on Union forces; Feb. 16, fort surrenders.

 “At night amid snow and sleet, with no tents, shelter nor fire, and many with no blankets, the hungry exhausted troops on both sides lay down in ditches and behind logs and tried to sleep. Many of the Wounded froze.”

“In the battle of the 15th, during the rebel assault, McClermand’s (sic) forces were driven back, an officer shouted, “We are all cut to pieces.”

“An order was dispatched to bring Battery A forward at full speed. Col. John A. Thayer, commanding the Brigade, formed it on the double quick into line. The battery came up on the run, and swung across the road, which had been left open for it. Hardly had it unlimbered before the enemy appeared, and firing began.”

“The new front thus formed covered the retiring regiments, helpless from lack of ammunition. The enemy coming up the road and through the shrubs and trees on both sides of it, making the battery and the 1st Nebraska the point of attach (sic). They met this storm, no man flinching, and their fire was terrible. To say they did well, is not enough – their conduct was splendid. They, alone, repelled the charge. Too much praise cannot be given Lieut. Wood and his company and Lieut. McCord and his regiment.”

                                -Report of General Lew Wallace.

April 1st, 1862

“The 8th Missouri and 11th Indiana regiments did not like it because we had to leave their division, but the 9th Illinois was pleased to have us in their brigade.”   W.J. Wilcox

*I have left the punctuation as written.

General McClernand had not properly secured his flanks. And his men were driven back almost two miles.

General Lew Wallace commanded the 11th Indiana Infantry Regiment.

Lt. Peter Wood was commanding Battery A. Lt. McCord was commanding the 1st Nebraska.

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General Family History (Civil War). Part 1: War

January 12, 2026 by Jaci Dawn

I am transcribing this from a 40-page typewritten photocopied document that was among my father’s research. I do not know the veracity of it all nor do I know how many posts the series will take up.  What is in italics is what I transcribed. My notes are not in italics.

In 1861 the war began. Four of her (Sarah Lord Wilox’s) sons enlisted; only two came back, one of the two shattered in health from a long imprisonment.

Sarah Wilcox died October 2nd, 1883.

Immediately after the firing on Ft. Sumpter (sic), came President Lincoln’s first call for troops. Wilbur I. Wilcox was at this time teaching. Willard J. Wilcox was engaged in making brooms. They immediately dropped their employment, and enlisted in the first company and first regiment that left Illinois for three months’ service – Co. A, 1st Regiment, Chicago Light Artillery. Willard was then 26, Wilber, 24 years of age. Saturday they went to Chicago and enlisted; Sunday they were journeying toward Cairo. They returned home on a furlough at the expiration of their enlistment, but re-enlisted for three years, or during the war, before returning home. After a few days at home they started again for Cairo and rejoined their battery.

                Cairo (Kay-ro), Illinois, was where U.S. Grant based his operations out of.

Willard fell from a caisson in Dec. 1861. As soon as (he) was able to travel after this injury, he visited his mother, remaining with her until after the marriage of his sister Mary on Jan. 1, 1862.

Before his furlough had expired he was recalled to his company. He was with the company which moved from Cairo, Jan. 10, 1862, on a reconnoisance (sic)  into Kentucky, returning Jan 22nd. At the battle of Shiloh, Willard and Wilber were both wounded. Willard carried a minie ball* in his head the remained of his life in consequence of this injury.

During the advance on Corinth, Willard and others were sent out after horses, at which time Willard was again wounded, receiving six buckshot wounds in the shoulder, and back of the head.

                The Battle of Shiloh was a Union victory at heavy cost. It was one of the bloodiest battles in the war with nearly 24,000 casualties. My brain can’t fathom that number! Corinth is a short distance from Shiloh, across the border in Mississippi, and was a Confederate stronghold.

Wilber was Sergeant when killed July 22, 1863. (Vicksburg?)

Willard re-enlisted in the veteran corps after three years’ service. He received four hundred dollars and a 30-days’ furlough. He was sergeant when mustered out in July, 1865.

Thomas Wilcox enlisted Aug. 11, 1862. He joined Co. A Chicago Light Artillery at Memphis. He was taken prisoner at the battle of Atlanta, July 22, 1864. He was released at the close of the war.

John Wilcox enlisted Sept. 4, 1862, 1st Sergeant Co. K, 88th Ill. Infantry/ He was killed at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept 20, 1863. He is buried with the unknown dead at Chattanooga.

Unknown Civil War Dead Chatanooga (credit: Pixabay – giselaFotografie)

Daniel E. Barnard enlisted Sept. 4, 1862, Capatin Co. K, 88th Ill, Infantry; mustered out at the close of the war.

Erastus A. Barnard was drafted Sept 27, 1864; assigned to Co. H, 30th Infantry; mustered out June 4, 1865. He marched with Sherman’s army to the sea.

E.A. Barnard was taken ill during the march to Savannah. He remained with the army until Savannah was entered. He was in the hospital there from Dec. 24, 1864 to April 1, 1865. Thence he went to Pocotaligo; from there by boat to Wilmington; then marched to Raleigh and joined his regiment the day before Johnston surrendered.

General Joseph E. Johnston surrendered to General Sherman at Bennett’s Place, Durham’s Station, N.C., in April of 1865.

                Erastus A. Barnard married Mary L. Wilcox. Daniel E. Barnard was his brother.

                William Orson Wilcox (my ancestor) did not serve. I do not know why except, perhaps, he was left in charge of Sarah and his brother’s respective families.

*The Minié ball, or Minie ball, is a type of hollow-based. Invented in 1849 shortly followed by the Minié rifle, the Minié ball was used in the  American Civil War where it was found to inflict significantly more serious wounds than earlier round musket balls. (Source: Wikipedia)

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The American Civil War Weighs on Me

January 7, 2026 by Jaci Dawn

In 2014, I had the pleasure and privilege to visit several cemeteries on the East Coast. My son lived in Fayetteville, North Carolina, at the time and I wanted to visit Bonaventure Cemetery because it was featured in some novel we passed around at work and I was fascinated. Since we were in Savannah, Georgia, we also visited the downtown area where the Colonial Park Cemetery is located. After I left my son’s family, I traveled to Richmond, Virginia, where I met up with two friends and we toured Oakwood Cemetery.

Bonaventure Cemetery lived up to the hype: it truly is a beautiful place. There are tombs, crypts, statues, and ever so much more. I took a lot of photographs with my DSLR and held the hands of my grandchildren as they wondered at all the headstones, crosses, and more. Over 500 Confederate dead rest there including some notable officers. A lot of war dead, period: we temporarily lost my son when he wandered into the World War dead section.

Colonial Park was a surprise and a bonus with its above-ground crypts. It was closed to burials before the Civil War but many heroes of the American Revolution are interred there.

Oakwood in Richmond has the richest Civil war history. One of my friends is a genealogist whose family fought on the Confederate side of the conflict (mine fought opposite hers). It is a pretty cemetery overlooking the James River, but it is also an oppressive place: the sheer numbers of men who lost their lives in that bloody conflict between the states is overwhelming, and I feel there’s a spiritual heaviness that comes with that kind of sacrifice.

It is hard for me to verbalize what I sense when I read about or visit a Civil war memorial, a cemetery, or just rote history. In 2023, my brother and I drove across the country (he drove, I bummed a ride with). One of our stops was the Vicksburg National Military Park. The trenches between North and South were so close together that you could well imagine the words of one of my ancestors in a letter to his mother:

Camp near Vicksburg, June 23, 1863

“We have a new battery, five light 12-pounders and one 10 pound parrot gun. They will carry further than our old battery; our men are at work making approaches. They are within a few feet of the enemy’s ditch in several spaces, but there has got to be a parallel ditch dug to hold many men before they can storm it. Our pickets are in one ditch while theirs are in another. They used to talk a great deal, but that has been forbidden, so they write on pieces of paper and pass backward and forward. One of our boys threw over a part of a loaf of bread and they threw back a biscuit. You can talk to them quite easy from the guns where Thomas stays, when they are on their breastworks. ~ Willard Wilcox”*

I did not recall at the time that letter was written from the very same site where Terry and I stood in 2023, 160 years and one month later, but you could feel the tension and almost hear the cannons and smell the blood.  It was an eerie place, not in the sense that it was frightening, threatening, or even scary, but you could feel the death still hanging in the air. The air was heavy and we didn’t breathe easily until we were back on the road and away from that pivotal and bloody battle site. I write this to explain ahead of time: writing about the American Civil War is a truly heavy undertaking and I have forty pages of that history as it relates to the Wilcox sons of Sarah Lord Wilcox.

*Willard was the brother of my great-great grandfather, William Orson Wilcox.

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A Sketch of Three Generations

January 4, 2026 by Jaci Dawn

I have some typed family history notes written by Alice Barnard.

Alice gives her relationship in her “Sketch of … Three generations”. She was the daughter of Miranda Wilcox, sister of William Orson Wilcox. Miranda and William Orson were among the seven children of William Wilcox and Sarah Lord.

Captain Thomas Wilcox and Abigail Shipman begin the narrative, although the author (Alice) is unsure is he served in the American Revolution or not I have more digging to do there, but I will sort it out. Eventually. I do know, by Alice’s account, that his heart gave out and Abigail died of consumption, having smoked most of her life. Alice write of how her mother, Miranda, would like Abigail’s pipe in her dotage.  Thomas and Abigail were the parents of William who was the father of Miranda and William Orson.

William emigrated from the East Coast to Illinois by wagon in 1844. His wife, Sarah, was an accomplished weaver. Sadly, William died within the year, leaving Sarah to raise seven children in a new territory with no friends or relatives. She must have done a stellar job because her photograph has been passed down generations and she’s always listed in the family tree as Sarah Lord.

William and Sarah’s children were: John, Jerusha, Thomas, Miranda, William Orson, Willard, Wilbur. And Mary L. Someone like the name “Will”… a lot!

Alice wrote her “sketch” in 1929 at the age of 75, so some of her memories were dim. She did not marry, so I have no cousins along her line, but she had siblings: William Wilcox Barnard, Emma Barnard (m. George Graham), and Mary E. Barnard (m. Edward G. Howe). Alice’s father was William Barnard (1821-1900). Alice’s Aunt Mary Wilcox married Erastus A. Barnard but their only listed descendant, Amy, died at the age of 20 in 1888.

Sarah Lord

Most of Alice’s memories center around Sarah Lord Wilcox. Sarah was one of many children but was apparently raised by her childless aunt, along with a brother, Levy. When her husband died, she lost nearly everything to his brother, Willard. She then took in boarders while her sons hunted for sustenance. They also kept sheep and farmed. Sarah had a stroke at the age of 65 but lived another 20 years.

Alice was my second cousin once removed: my great-grandfather’s first cousin. The paper I have (a copy) was in a letter to my great grandfather, John T. Wilcox, son of William Orson.

Wm Orson Wilcox
John T Wilcox I

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King Robert II of Scotland – Or Not

January 1, 2026 by Jaci Dawn

I had hoped to have a neat and orderly history of the Melroses all the way back to King Robert II of Scotland, but it was not to be. It got quite convoluted, in fact. Confusing. I think I have it all worked out now, but it is not the ancestry tree my cousin sent me. His data was downloaded from a reputable ancestry site but I’m the sort of person who has to see it for herself, so I tried to follow the same paths (or branches) and I ended up in a squirrel drey around the 15th Century.

A squirrel drey is a squirrel nest of broken twigs and short branches, usually high up in a tree. Like a similar nest of a crow or magpie, it is a bit of a mess. And that’s where I stopped right before Christmas. I wanted to shout, “I can’t figure this out!”

I made it back to our 13th great grandmother, Margaret Fraser (née Hay). Margaret was born in 1453 and died in (or around) 1500. She was married three times: Alexander Fraser of Philorth; Sir Gilbert Keith of Inverugie; Robert Douglas of Lochleven. Alexander Fraser is our ancestor.

The problem was (is) with Margaret’s mother according to the tree my cousin sent me: Lady Janet Elizabeth Douglass, 1425-1490. Lady Janet was supposedly the daughter of Lady Elizabeth Catherine Stewart, 1362-1446. By those dates, Lady Elizabeth Catherine was 63 yeas old when she gave birth to Janet Elizabeth. My brain just refuses to make that leap of faith, especially not in the 15th Century. Either we’re missing a link between the two women, or God granted a miracle of Abraham and Sarah level to the Stewarts of Scotland in 1425.

I removed Lady Elizabeth from my search to see if I could straighten out the squirrel’s nest.

I found a lot of those “hints” from other people’s research, but I kept coming up with the wrong husband (no one by the surname of Hay married to a Lady Janet Douglas) or those pesky birthdates were way off kilter. Example: “father” James 1st Earl of Morton Douglas, born in 1426. Hm: father at the age of 1? That’s unlikely.

What I kept coming up with was a William Hay as Margaret’s father. Now, hold that thought.

Getting as far back in time as Margaret was a fascinating venture. Sir Alexander was the son of Lord William Fraser (1473-1513)( Nov 13 1513 – Flodden Field Near Branxton, Northumberland, England) and Elizabeth Keith.

Flodden Field was a bloody battle that resulted in the death of the Monarch of Scotland dying in battle, King James IV. It was part of the War of the League of Cambrai and was a decisive loss for Scotland. History shows it as happening on the 9th of September 1513, but William’s death is recorded two months later. I will assume, for now, that he died as a result of his injuries but since it was two months after the battle, he is not listed among the nobles who died there.

However, there’s a William Hay, 4th Earl of Errol, listed as having given his life’s blood at Flodden Field and his name sparked a little research into the William Hay who is possibly Margaret’s father. What I learned through a variety of websites was that the First Earl of Errol, William Hay, married Beatrice (Beatrix) Douglas. Not Janet. William and Beatrice had 7 children, including the 2nd earl of Errol, Nicholas, and the 3rd Earl of Errol, William. Nicholas died in 1470 and William subsequently inherited the title. The youngest child was Lady Margaret Hay, married three times (Wikipedia).

The William Hay who died at Flodden Field was her nephew.

The key to this research is that Margaret’s father, William, was the grandson of Princess Elizabeth Stewart, second daughter of King Robert II of Scotland.

I still need to fill in the gap between grandmother and grandson, but the connection is there: we are related distantly to King Robert II of Scotland. And I learned a lot about the west coast of Scotland and how it relates to my paternal grandfather’s family tree. I also learned about the largest battle (in terms of troop numbers) in Scottish history and the devastating effect it had on Scottish nobility.  

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Wilcox Side of Things

December 16, 2025 by Jaci Dawn

I paused my research on my maternal side of the family to scan photos and documents from the paternal side. My father took the time to identify and label most of the photos and that has been a great help, but there are still a few unknowns waiting to be identified.

Speaking of identifying things: Dad identified more with his mother’s family than he did with his father’s family line. He told us how he was Irish, and he could even remember a few words of Gaelic when he was younger.  Sadly, the knowledge I have of his family ends with the first emigrant to America who sailed from Northern Ireland and who was Presbyterian by faith. My own DNA registers no Irish ancestors, but tracing ancestry by DNA is only as good as the pool of people (relatives) who also have their DNA tested.

I have a lead that might be my Irish ancestors, but it bears more research. If it pans out, they were originally from south Ireland and migrated to the north, possibly due to religious differences (again, the family was Presbyterian, not Catholic). Traditionally, Northern Ireland is Protestant and Ireland is Catholic. Orange vs. Green despite both colors being in the national flag.

Whatever the differences, the Cusick (possibly Cusack misspelled at some point in time) side of the family identified as Irish Nationals who emigrated across the Pond.

John Timothy Wilcox I

Dad’s immediate family was riddled with tragedy and not a little bit of mystery. He was a Wilcox, descendant of John Timothy Wilcox I. JT as I believe he was known, had several siblings but I never heard a whisper of cousins on that side of the family until I got into genealogy. As far as I knew, JT was an only child (he wasn’t). JT married Azema Kimmey and they had two children: Fred Orson “Fritz” and Mary Elizabeth. The latter died within a year or two of her birth.

FO “Fritz” Wilcox

Fritz, or Gramps as I knew him, was married three times. There may have been some affairs in between wives, Dad was never very clear. What Dad was clear on was that he very much resented his father, Fritz. A cousin recently told me why: apparently Fritz would come home drunk and then beat Dad for no reason. I think the marriages after the death of Dad’s mother had some bearing on the estrangement as well. But I am supposing and Dad is gone so I can’t ask him anymore.

Sylvia Cusick Wilcox

Fritz’s first wife was Sylvia Cusick, daughter of the Irish. All the photos I have show a very happy family. Oldest born was Mary Elizabeth (for Fritz’s baby sister) and then John Timothy Wilcox II (Jack, or Dad – to me). Sylvia contracted necrotizing faciitis at the age of 26 and passed away before my father was 2.  Today I am choosing to concentrate on this core family of four; more were added over the years through different marriages.

Mary E. and Jack 1929

Mary was the eldest, always. Dad was next. All the step and half siblings were younger (and are still a part of the family story). They were not a happy family, but they were a family and bonds were formed. Sadly, after Mary married and had her own first child, she was killed in a tragic drunk driving accident. Mary was barely 21 years old. Her death reverberated in my Dad’s heart and he named his third born after her: Mary Denise Wilcox.*

Dad had a half-brother and three step siblings. I have a little of the genealogy of Uncle Mike’s mother (Dad’s half-brother). I knew his step-siblings as Aunt and Uncles, and Gramps’ third wife, Thelma, as my Granny. Gramps and Granny were fixtures in my childhood despite my father’s ambivalence toward his father.

Jack Wilcox, Mary Wilcox, JR Bromley, Peggy Bromley, Mike Wilcox, Dick Bromley (Top to Bottom)

Top-Bottom: Jack Wilcox, Mary Wilcox, JR Bromley, Peggy Bromley, Mike Wilcox, Dick Bromley

*Deni died in 2000 just shy of her 41st birthday, but that is another story. Of note is that she died of necrotizing faciitis.

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Who Are They?

December 9, 2025 by Jaci Dawn

Today’s post is about unlabeled photographs. Please label your photos so people in the future will know who the heck is in the photo.

I think these are from the Wilcox side of family, but they could be on the Melrose. I have no clue. And I’ve held onto these photos most of my adult life. I should have asked my parents while they were still alive. That would have been too simple. I know they are family, but how I know that is now lost to me through the haze of decades.

I probably snagged them when the Wilcox family heirs were busy tossing all the old family photo albums and my sister, my cousin, and I sat and saved photos, mostly of ourselves but also of some ancestors. My cousin, Reisa, my age, kept all the embarrassing photos of me and I, likewise, kept all the embarrassing ones of her. My sister got whatever we two didn’t want being younger than the pair of us older bullies.

The family was a disaster: my father and his sister’s daughter, Dad’s half-brother, and two step siblings all vying over the paltry belongings of Gramps and Granny. It was chaos and sometimes it was downright ugly. Dad’s sister died young and her sole heir was her daughter. One step sibling never made it to the chaos, but the other two brought their spouses. They even argued over the sheets. THE SHEETS.

But they threw away the old photo albums.

Luckily, we three teenage girls were on the scene to filter through the albums and rescue some of the history. And, for the most part, the photos I walked away with were labeled with names and dates.

Then, there are these two. If they are Wilcox family at all, and not on the Melrose side of things.

A battered sepia-tone of girls, apparently twins(?).

And this beauty in a stylish hat.

The embossed seal in the lower right corner is all I have to go on.

The Wilcox side of my story spent a lot of time in Chicago. The Melrose side stayed in Wisconsin, for the most part.

For now, I will set these two aside and hope that I will find clues or an outright answer later on in my research of my ancestry.

Heck, I might even discover the Hiram Walker land deed is from the Wilcox side of things as well.

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Another Mystery Treasure

December 7, 2025 by Jaci Dawn

I want to tell you (if you follow me) that I *think* I solved the mystery of the Land Deed to Hiram Walker. Now, I could be wrong, but here goes: instead of a “title search” as we know it today, the way to prove the property being sold actually belonged to the seller was to provide the proper documentation. My ancestors purchased quite a bit of land in Wisconsin and Illinois. I found more than one example of an original deed belonging to some unrelated person(s) followed by a deed of the same plot to my ancestor. It’s a theory and I don’t have any further documents showing the land in Illinois belonging to Mr. Walker was ever deeded over to a Melrose, I am hanging onto my theory as “entirely plausible”. At least, until it is proven otherwise.

Tonight, I scanned old postcards and discovered another mystery. Who was Mrs. Roy (Esther) Cox? For that matter, who was Dora and Mary Keenan? And why do I have old postcards addressed to them?  

1914
1926
1928
Undated

The last one is actually a booklet of tourist photos from the Twin Cities. I did not scan all the postcard photos included inside.

This last one is between the Keenans, sisters-in-laws, I think. Undated. The Oregon locations make me wonder if this is not a postcard on my husband’s side of the family, but it could be someone my Great-Uncle Dale knew in his travels around the Pacific Northwest.

I think I may have some of those years wrong upon closer inspection of the originals, but the dates do help give me some parameters to search with.

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