Showing posts with label Faulkner. Show all posts
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Monday, July 20, 2026

Thirty Fathers in Thirty Days: Erasmus Preslar.






Something unexplainable and something you can't explain are two different things. The parents of a set of my third Great Grandparents, John L. Falkner and his wife, Susan "Susie" Webster, were something I couldn't explain, but not unexplainable. They were the parents of Sarah Frances Falkner, my maternal Grandfather's grandmother, through his mother, Penny Wayne Turner. Penny had lived long enough for me to meet her. I remember her, but she passed when I was yet a small child. While John's family tree is still something I am butting my head up against, I haven't given up. With the help of DNA, and matches in Kentucky, I know the people he came from, but I can't tell you how he came from them, or why they left him behind. Not so with Susan.

I knew Susan had been a Webster, before she showed up in the 1850 census as a married woman. They lived in Anson County, with a very old and surviving newspaper, and their names had appeared in the paper when they wed, as if they were important. Sadly, other factors pointed to the fact that they were not, as there were no Wills, land documents or divisions, probate files or information that attached them to other people they were related to. Except that the newspaper had revealed she was a Webster. She had also had a son, James Coleman, before her marriage, who was a Webster. He would embrace the Faulkner name at times, too, but he was not a biological Faulkner. There were not many Websters in Anson County at the time, which made things simpler, but there was one, a woman named Nancy, and when I found her, I figured it out, and I found Erasmus Preslar, the father of her children.

I covered the story of Nancy Webster when I was doing my series of posts I called "30 Mothers in 30 Days" while recovering from surgery a few years back. The link is above. Sometimes death and tragedy created vile disadvantages for widows and orphans, and desperate girls became mistresses instead of wives. Nancy was very young when she had at least six children with Erasmus Preslar, because she had followed her sister, Mary, who had married Erasmus's brother, Elias Preslar, Sr., and moved to Simpson County, Mississippi. Nancy remarried there and had eight more children with a mixed-race former seaman, named Enoch Parrott or Perritt. Enoch was from South Carolina and his father, Captain Thomas Encoh Parrott, was a Revolutionary War Patriot, born in Christchurch, Middlesex, Virginia and died in Fairfield County, South Carolina in 1797. Captain Parrotts wife was named Francis Lucinda "Choctaw Annie" Port, and there is where Enoch's non-white status came from. At any rate, we can surmise that Nancy and her family were considered a rather lowbrow people, but they are mine. Once I figured it out and hooked the horse up to my wagon, people found me, found it and now I have DNA matches in Thru lines from six of Nancy's eight Parrott children, about 8 or 9 apiece, and 18 different people descended from her daughter Nancy Jr. These folks have no other connection to my family tree or the area my kin all came from, so this is cemented in my mind. Nancy's story fascinates me, but what about Erasmus? This is his story, but there's not as much to it.


Erasmus died a young man, predeceased his father, Elias Preslar, and is mentioned in his will. He left but a trifling trace of himself in the sands of time, but passed on his DNA at any rate, which many never had the chance to do. 

There's an advantage that comes when someone famous is descended from the same ancestors you are. It may be too far back to call them family, perhaps, but because they are famous, there's a chance some really good, a professional team, even, has taken up the chore of researching that person's family tree and have the time and budget to fly to foreign countries looking for ancient baptism records and such. In the case of the Preslar's, that has happened. The famous subject - The King Himself, Elvis Presley.

Elvis was not a patrilineal Preslar/Presley. There had been a break in the branch of his family tree. His paternal great grandmother, Rosalia Presley had several children out of wedlock without naming a father, so the Presley name had descended to him through her. He was still a Presley, and still a descendant of Andreas Pressler, as I am, he just would not have been able to have taken a Y-tdna test and ended up among Presley's. 

The list below is of Elvis's family tree back to Johannes Valentin and my lines are in it. Elvis and I both descend from son #6 on the list, Andreas, or Andrew. The family were Palatine Germans who traveled first to England and had then set sail to New York, arriving on June 14, 1710, on a ship called Fame, with Captain Walter Houxton. 

Descendants of Johannes Valentin Pressler by Ed Dunn

The Preslar/ Presley name, like many of those from early settlers to America, has gone through many deviations due to local dialects and phonetic spelling. This happened especially to German and Central to Eastern European settlers in an English-speaking Colony. Seen early on with a "B", it quickly became Anglicized to a "P".  Erasmus and Elvis both trace back to son Andreas, born in 1701.

Personally, I have Preslar/ Preslar lines. The other stems from a fifth Great Grandmother, Mary Elizabeth Presley, who married Tillman Helms Jr., daughter of Thomas Preslar and his wife, Sarah Culpepper. Thomas was also a son of Andreas Pressler.



Erasmus was the son of Elias Preslar, Sr. and his wife, Nancy Martin. Because of the location where they lived, I believe Nancy Martin was somehow related to the John Martin (1801-1888), who intermingled with my Turner ancestors who lived in the same area. We don't know the dates that Erasmus was born or died, but he was deceased prior to his father's Will of 1835, and his oldest son, Calvin Webster, was born in 1819, so expecting him a young father, we can estimate his year of birth as around 1799/1800.



The surname of this one family was fluid, as Elias is seen as "Presley" in the 1790 and 1800 census records.



In his Land Grant file, the same man is seen as Elias Preslar. His grand was on Lanes Creek and joined Hosea Little and his own property. 





While Elias appears in many deeds, records and transactions from early Anson, Erasmus does not. He never owned land or appeared in Court. Above he is gifted land from his brother, John.






The first mention of Erasmus's name was in a deed granted from Elias Preslar to Calvin Webster dated November 8, 1834, Elias deeded property to Calvin Webster, "for and in consideration of the natural love & affection he hath and bears toward s the aforesaid Calvin Webster who he has thus far raised and who is reported to be an illegitimate son of his son, his son's son.  Erasmus Preslar dec'd  by Nancy Webster for the above reasons." 

The property given to Calvin was likely Eramus's share of his father's lands had he lived. 



There were two tracts, one of 60 acres and the other 100, bordering the lines of Jordan Woodward, Ann Maness and the later one, John Duck on Flag Fork Branch.




Calvin would sell his property in 1840 to Andrew J Davis and move to Mississippi.



This was the same Lane's Creek Property gifted him by his grandfather. 

Nancy Webster had six Webster children altogether, presumably the children of Erasmus Preslar, although the younger two, I'm not certain about. 
1) Calvin Webster Preslar (1819- before 1880) Moscow, Polk County, Texas. Married Martha Thurman. 9 children. William Roseberry, Benjamin Franklin, Amanda Jane, Laura Ann, Francis C., Sarah E., Lydia, James Calvin, Minerva Octavia.

2) Melissa Holly (1820-1872) 

3) Susan Webster (1827-1900) Married John Faulkner.

4) John B. Webster (1832 -1880) Married Margaret Ann Copeland

5) Joseph S. Webster (1835 -1872) Died in Tennessee.


The Will of Elias Preslar 



Elias penned his will with the usual prequel. 





He bequeathed to his sons Elias Jr. and Levi with the stipulations that they take care of their mother, Nancy, until her death, 250 acres on Lanes' Creek. 




The other tract bequeathed to those two sons was one he was granted on December 11, 1802, and two he had purchased from Absolom Caudle in 1830 for 75 acres on Lanes Creek.



To his daughter Molcy, he gave furniture, a gray mare and saddle and a cow and calf. To his wife, Nancy, he gave his black mare, all of his stock of cattle and hogs which did not go to his children, and the balance of all Household items and furniture.




To his son Levi, he gave a cow and calf and half of his farming tools. To Elias, Jr. , he gave the other half of his farming tools. 




To his daughter Tabitha, he gave one hundred dollars and the proceeds of a sale he ordered in Item 6.



He bequeathed $50 from the sale bequeathed to Tabitha to go to her first child Nancy Preslar.

He willed the balance of the land sale to be divided between his surviving children.

He made his wife, Nancy and two sons, Levi and Elias Jr. co-executors.




The Will of Elias Preslar was witnessed by William A. Morris, Jr. and Calvin Preslar, aka Calvin Webster, his grandson. Calvin had carried on the Preslar name after all.  

Elias had outlived his sons John, Erasmus and Salathiel.






Sunday, December 29, 2024

Thirteen


 2024 is coming to an end and a new year is beginning. It was with a dash of wonderment that I realized that I began this journey, this blog, thirteen years ago. I haven't been active on this quest for several weeks, or even a few months now. Life is like that, it gets in the way, and that's ok. There's no timeclock, no deadlines, no agenda and no one to answer to.  This venture began as a travelogue to my adventure, my discoveries along the way, the places it took me, the interesting people and their stories. And oh what stories are yet to discover. It is indeed never-ending.

I've gotten older during this time, lost family members and gained others. Roots deepen, new branches extend, sprng leaves appear and autumn leaves fall. I follow the paths that intrigue me, finding some to be disappointing dead ends. Yet, there are enough vague footprints to follow, a few strings caught in the briars, to keep the pursuit freash and roborant. I've read that a hobbby of this sort is restorative and good for the mentation of older folks. While I am not yet retired, that time is quickly approaching. Maybe then, I will have more time. Then again, life happens.

My goal for 2025 is to return to projects I've laid down, finish posts I didn't finish, and organize my records in such a way that it would have meaning and make sense to my children should my journey end. That's enough to keep me busy another thirteen years. Hopefully, I have two or three decades left in me and the eustress will lead me like the proverbial apple before the horse, to continue this doughty path.

Another hobby I've taken up recently, as if I need another, is collecting things that made me happy as a child. If we've earned anything with our gray hairs, is it not to be allowed to be a bit puerile and wanton? To attempt to recapture a halcyon moment of our life? That's taken a moment or two of my very brief amount of free time, the time I'm not working, getting ready for work, coming home from work, or performing household or every day tasks. So I beg forgiveness for not having been here, and I hope to be more prescient, more persistent and more astute in my ventures.

One thing that has grown in this past decade or more is technology and genealogical tools. Ancestry.com has a new little trick, and has placed a star by the names of the ancestors in your family tree. You can mark up to 10 of them in red. This triggers their algorithms to concentrate on those ancestors in finding possible records or information. I marked six so far, Job Davis, whom this blog is named for, the 4th Great Grandfather who triggered my interest back in 1974, when I was 14, was the first. The others are John Lambert, John Faulkner, and John Hooks, those of that commonplace first name that put them in an obscure place they shared with many others by having an overused and ubiquitous name. Stark Ramsey was number five and lastly, one female ancestor, straight up the grandmother to grandmother line, Mary Smith, a name as mundane and ordinary as John.

Another feature I've found mildly interesting is the 'compare' key, when analyzing DNA, you can add matches to compare where your dna originated, compared to theirs. It's only most intriguing, to myself at any rate, with the closest matches. One thing I found odd was that I have 44 percent English and Northwestern European ancestry. My half-brother, who actually lives in England has only 32 percent. That's strange. It gets even odder. My oldest grandson, who is a quarter Jewish, has 54 percent English and Northwestern Europe. His paternal grandmother was thought to be Jewish, and she is, but not ethnically. She had a grandfather who died young leaving two young daughters and her grandmother remarried to a Jewish man, with the family adopting the Jewsih religion. Genetically, however, she was of Puritan origin. My youngest grandson is a whopping 79 percent from this category, which is surprising as his father has an interesting heritage. 

Another interesting comparison between the two cousins I noticed was what they got from me. I am showing on ancestry with 1 percent Icelandic. My mtndna test on Family Tree DNA shows my heritage straight down the maternal line as coming from Iceland, so my mother's mother's mother's mother ad infintum. My oldest grandson, the part Jewish one, is also 1 percent Icelandic, from me, no doubt. The youngest grandson does not have that. What he does have, however is the 2 percent Swedish that I also have. As overwhelming British as he is, he has a 2 percent heritage from the Netherlands, that the rest of us does not. My oldest grandson, besides the 24 percent Ashkenazi Jewish, is also 4 percent Norwegian, that did not come from me and his cousin does not share. These variances, of course, come in from either their fathers' side or their grandfather's side on my side of the family. Both have beautiful blue eyes. 

What are your goals for 2025? Happy New Year to All. 


Saturday, March 11, 2023

Vibing With the Land


Anson County reeks history. You can drink it in the air, hear it on the wind, and feel it in the dirt beneath your feet. Every county in North Carolina has history, but  some, like Mecklenburg, have buried theirs under skyscrapers, strip malls and apartment complexes growing faster than wild onions. 
Mother Anson has cherished hers. Some beautiful buildings are lovingly preserved, while others struggle openly and pleadingly, to hold off mother nature. 

In Mecklenburg, creeks are shuttled under highways and through concrete culverts. One could never know that they were there. Not in Anson, where they roam as freely as they did in 1783. 

I went on a recent trek to purview the areas in which my ancestors, the Faulkners, lived, so many years ago. The creeks and branches remain. Roads and farms still bear the names of families whose properties bordered that of the Faulkners. While nearly all of the Faulkners migrated away, before 1820, to Tennessee, South Carolina, Kentucky and beyond, many of the neighbors stayed, and their descendants are still there. 

I started with the grave of May Buchanan. He was the result of a union between two of the Faulkners neighbors, the Mays and the Buchanons.


When Benjamin Buchanan migrated from Chatham County, NC, he settled near the May family, who already had a congregate presence in the area. May was the son of Benjamin Buchanan and Judith May. 

While I was not prepared to trek through the woods to find the ancient grave among the weeds and wildlife, I did want to connect to the general area. These old family cemeteries were usually located on the families property, within view of the homestead, when persons were a distance from the church cemetery. Some families maintain these old family cemeteries to this day. 


Like the creeks, they are pinpoints on a map, that says ' this is where they lived'.  There were other Family Cemeteries in this area that bespoke the same surnames from two centuries back, Cason, Gulledge, Huntley, Hildreth. 

I found out years ago, when I first began searching for the spots my ancestors walked, there was a certain feeling that I would get when I found the right place. A familiarity, a oneness, a memory, if that can be said, kinship, an accord, a ... Belonging. 


The above idealic woodland scene is what Featherbed Branch looks like today. It meanders quietly through fields and pastures, snakes through trees and rocks and over roots in the wooded areas. I felt this belonging the first time I came across Featherbed Creek, without knowing what it was. 

The first time, I was going from one Hildreth cemetery to the other and found it, quite accidentally, and something felt magnetic. Something felt like home.

When I dove in depth into the origins of the Faulkners, I discovered that they lived on Featherbed Branch. When I returned to Anson County to find it, I discovered it was the same spot I had been to just a few months prior.  It was familiar in more ways than one.


Featherbed Branch, for the most part, runs parellel and between two roads. Teal Hall is about the only semi-paved one that crosses it. NC 742 runs near, but doesn't cross it. 

This land remains fertile and ancient farmland. The citizens still bear the names that the westward movers took with them, no greener, just different, pastures.


In the wooded mound below lies an old graveyard, and the body of John Cason, a Faulkner neighbor .


The below little branch is called Mill Creek, where Asa Faulkner had a mill for a brief time in the early 1800's.  One of the last Faulkners to leave the area, except for two of the children of Asa William Luther Faulkner, was a John Falkner, whose property bordered that of Asa and Elijah Faulkner, and also that of the Chiles, Wisdoms and Buchanans. He was there until about 1825, and then disappeared. Did he relocate? Did he die? And who was he? He wasn't my John, who was just a small child then. How was he connected to Asa and Nathan and the other Faulkners?



Some of my day of exploration was just finding interesting signs and beautiful places.

I found myself in The Valley of the Moon, and among old farms and livestock ranches, and poultry houses that must have had seen things in their day.


In the distance I saw a church with a cemetery that I was sure must have held the bones of some of those who had passed this way.

Instead, it was more modern than it looked, and it's inhabitants were not those of who I sought.
The above screenshot of my maps shows how close I was to the Huntley Cemetery off of Gulledge Road and how close it is to the South Fork of Jones Creek. Those who have kept up with me recently will find those names familiar, Gulledge, Huntley, South Fork of Jones Creek.

As I was looking, I had an audience looking at me.

A view from the cemetery.

The above census excerpt shows a John Falkner living near John Buchanan and two Michael Crawfords after the other Faulkners left the area.


Robinson and Jarman, were again, two families that lived near the Faulkners and are mentioned in random deeds and both are shown in these intersected street signs.



The above intersection is close to where they must have lived.




Another cemetery view.



This very interesting old tree has some years on it. What a beautiful tree as it reaches into the winter sky. I wish it could talk.


The Don Valley sign is all that is apparently left of an interesting place. Now cows live there.


If I'm not mistaken, this path would lead to the Buchanan's cemetery. I would not trespass, as it's posted 


A beautiful farm pond on a crisp, sunny day.


An old poultry building.

After vibing with the land where my ancestors once walked, it was time to head home to my civilization and modern times. I drove home and left the past behind. It was now time to follow the paths of the ones who left to see what they could reveal.




The Brief Life of Eugene Head

 

Stock photo



When learning of the lives of distant relatives along the bloodline, I'm struck by how often and tragically certain individuals lost children, hence the need, then, for larger families to hope to survive at all. All manner of diseases and accidents for which they had minimal, if any treatment for, lay around every bend.

I wanted to focus breifly on one such child and one such family. Occasionally, I feel as if I am being led by someone other than myself across the veil, as if they ask to be found, to be remembered, for their lives and their existence to be acknowledged. Such is the case of Eugene Head and his family. 


Eugene was born on June 13, 1899 in Weakley County, Texas. He was the son of William Paul Head and Mary Elizabeth "Bettie" Phillips. He was a Great Grandson of Gideon Job Faulkner and wife, Nancy Sellers Faulkner, originally of Anson County, NC, who migrated to Carroll County, Tennesee in it's earliest days. 

Eugene had an older sister, Zelphia R., born in 1898, and a younger sister, Oma Mae, born in 1902



The family managed to avoid the 1900 census, the first after Eugene's birth, but they were probably in Weakley County, Tennessee, where William's mother, Rebecca Alabama Ridgeway Head, was, where William died on October 7, 1904, while working as a brakeman for the Railroad. He was only 34 years old and left Bettie with three small children, Zilphia, 6, Eugene, 5 and Oma, 1. William Paul Head was buried at Mount Moriah Cemetery in Weakley County, Tennessee.  Bettie would then move her children to Fulton County, Kentucky, where she had family, in the very tip-end of Kentucky, bordering the Mississippi River and Tennessee.



Tombstone of William P Head, contributed to Find-a-grave by Mrs. Fenton

The cemetery revealed that William P. Head had had a first wife "L. Z. Head", born in 1870, who had died at the age of 26 in 1896, the year before he married Bettie Phillips. 


Bettie would outlive him by quite awhile and raised her children as best she could. In 1910, the only census in which Eugene appears because the 1900 skipped them, Bettie is running a Boarding House in order to support her children. She may have also gotten a pension from the railway. 


Name:Bettie M Head
Age in 1910:40[41]
Birth Date:1870[1870]
Birthplace:Tennessee
Home in 1910:Leitchfield, Fulton, Kentucky, USA
Street:Riceville
Race:White
Gender:Female
Relation to Head of House:Head
Marital Status:Widowed
Father's Birthplace:North Carolina
Mother's Birthplace:Tennessee
Native Tongue:English
Occupation:Keeper
Industry:Boarding House
Employer, Employee or Other:Wage Earner
Home Owned or Rented:Own
Home Free or Mortgaged:Free
Farm or House:House
Able to read:Yes
Able to Write:Yes
Number of Children Born:5
Number of Children Living:3
Out of Work:N
Number of Weeks Out of Work:0
Neighbors:
Household Members (Name)AgeRelationship
Bettie M Head40Head
Zilpha R Head12Daughter
Eulie G Head10Son
Oma May Head8Daughter
Adam C Cook44Boarder
Harry B Cook16Boarder
Clarance W Cook18Boarder

The Cook family were boarders and it is revealed that Eugene's middle initial was "G". I wonder if it was for Gideon.



Eugene's short life ended on November 10, 1914 when he succombed to Tetanus. He was 15 years, 5 months and 2 days old. (It always gets me how specific they were on these old death certificates.) Eugene had been helping to support the family by working as a delivery boy for a Grocery Business. I wonder if he had acquired Tetanus from something involving his coarse of work. 

His mother was the informant, and I believe she was so distraught, that when they asked for the name of his father, she instead mixed in the name of her own father, Elbert Pinkney "Pink" Phillips and the coroner wrote "Pink Head", which is a humourous moniker, instead of William Head, whose middle intial of 'P' definately stood for Paul, not Pink. 



The location of Fulton County in realtion to Weakley County, Tennesse. 


Young Eugene G. Head was returned to his home county of Weakley, Tennesee for burial at Mount Moriah with his fathers. 

NameEugene Head
Birth Date13 Jun 1899
Death Date15 Nov 1914
CemeteryMount Moriah Cemetery
Burial or Cremation PlaceWeakley County, Tennessee, United States of America

This would be the end of the story of the Brief Life of Eugene Head, but we must continue with the story of his survivors for one small reason. 


Courtesy of Mr. Reece, the tombstone of Eugene Head




While researching the descendant of Gideon Job Faulkner, records for his mother, Bettie, were not adding up. 
Everyone had Bettie mixed up with the below lady, "Mattie", whose name was also Martha Elizabeth Phillips, and she had also been born in Tennesee and was close in age to Bettie. 

Name:Martha Elizabeth Adams
Gender:Female
Birth Date:31 Dec 1868
Death Date:29 Jun 1902
Death Place:Comanche County, Texas, United States of America
Cemetery:Albin Cemetery
Burial or Cremation Place:Comanche County, Texas, United States of America
Has Bio?:N
Father:Elbert Pinkney Phillips
Mother:Nancy Jane Phillips
Spouse:John Quincy Adams
Children:Cora Ann PerryWalter Jefferson AdamsElbert AdamsJohn Linley AdamsJoseph Washington AdamsMary Lou ClementsCharles Frank AdamsVergie M Ayers
URL:https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/71486761/

She's even linked to Bettie's parents on Find-A-Grave, but Mattie Phillips Adams was an entirely different person than Martha Elizabeth "Bettie" Phillips Head. Rev. John Quincy Adams of North Carolina moved around quite alot and he, himself is buried in Arkansas with his third wife, Nellie. Mattie was his second and he had a first named Fannie. His second wife, Martha Elizabeth "Mattie" Phillips, whom he married on August 17, 1886, in Tansy County, Montana, was the daughter of an Ezekial "Red" Phillips and Deonisha A. "Nishie" Stovall Phillps. I had to straighten out this misconception for future researchers. 

The Correct Martha Elizabeth Phillips had married William Paul Head on February 23, 1897, in Fulton County, Kentucky, about a year after he had lost his first wife. They returned to his home county of Weakley, Tennesee, where their three children were born. Actually, there were five, as reported by Bettie in the 1910 census, two having passed away, within their short, 7 year marriage. 

Name:Zylphe Head
Age:21
Birth Year:abt 1899
Birthplace:Tennessee
Home in 1920:Memphis Ward 12, Shelby, Tennessee
Street:Arkansas
Residence Date:1920
Race:White
Gender:Female
Relation to Head of House:Daughter
Marital Status:Single
Father's Birthplace:Tennessee
Mother's Name:Martha E Head
Mother's Birthplace:Tennessee
Able to Speak English:Yes
Occupation:Trained Nurse
Industry:Hospital
Employment Field:Wage or Salary
Able to read:Yes
Able to Write:Yes
Neighbors:
Household Members (Name)AgeRelationship
Martha E Head50Head
Zylphe Head21Daughter
Anna E Head17Daughter

Bettie seems to have been a tough lady and very "take charge". She ensured her children were educated, despite not having a husband and never getting remarried. By 1920, five years after loosing her son Eugene, she moved to the city of Memphis. It was easier for a woman to find work in a city than it was in a rural community or small town. There were businesses and people needing temporary accommodations. Her oldest daughter, Zilphia, was by then, at 21, a trained nurse. Oma, seen incorrectly as 'Anna' here, was still in school at 17.

Name:Miss Zilpha Head
Gender:Female
Residence Year:1916
Residence Place:Memphis, Tennessee, USA
Occupation:Nurse
Publication Title:Memphis, Tennessee, City Directory, 1916

Zilpha is listed as a Nurse as early as 1916, when she would have been only 17, herself. 



In fact, in this Memphis City Directory, it tells us that Zilpha is working for the practice of Drs. Pettey and Wallace, Oma is listed without occupation, unusual as she would have been only 14, and Bettie is an employee at the Shelby Bisquit Company. They are all living at 30 East Iowa Street in Memphis. This would have been the year after Eugene's death. Bettie was obviously anxious to get away,


A Tin from Shelby Bisquit Company




Zilphia would remain as a Nurse in Memphis until at least 1925. Also a driven young woman, she would move to Denver, Colorado.





There, she would marry James L. Epley, at Pueblo, Colorado on November 21st, 1928. She would have actually been 30, not 28. James Leroy Epley was originally from Kansas. They would remain in Waveland, Bent County, Colorado for the remainder of their 15 year marriage.  Zilpha would pass away in 1943 at the young age of 45. Her husband, Leroy, would remarry, move to Oregon, and live another ten years. There were no children from either marriage.

Youngest daughter, Oma Elizabeth Head, remained in Memphis. She married James Elmore 'Emo' Mauzey in 1922. There would be one child, a daughter, Jean Elizabeth. Bettie would spend the remainder of her life living with Oma Elizabeth Mauzey in Memphis. After about 20 years of marriage, Oma would divorce Elmo. who worked as an Auto Mechanic and a plumber. He would remarry a woman named Olive, but Oma would not remarry. 

The 1950 census finds all three generations of women living together.  Bettie, 81, Oma, 47, and Jean, 16. Oma, 'Elizabeth' was working as a Mechanics Bookkeeper at a Tire Manufacturer. 
Martha Elizabeth Phillips Head passed away on November 15, 1957, at the age of 90. She was buried at Forest Hill Cemetery Midtown, Memphis, Tennessee.

Oma Elizabeth Head Mauzey died in 1994 at the age of 91 and is buried in the same cemetery. 

Bettie, we found you. Eugene, you are remembered.