My family and me on a post vacation field trip to the Maryland Historical Society in Baltimore.
This year, as in years past, we had a five generation vacation on Hilton Head island. I’ve been taking this trip to the Low Country with my family for the past decade, the generations growing over the years.
My husband and I tend to drive because flights are expensive and we have a lot of accoutrements like boogie boards, shovels for the sand and this year, lacrosse sticks since my daughter is learning this game invented by Native Americans. On the way down, we’re too excited for our vacation to get started to make any stops, but on the way back, we like to break up the sadness of our vacation’s end and the monotony of driving home by a post vaca field trip. In the past, we’ve stopped at the Smithsonian, the Lincoln Monument and the National Archives. But this year, we stopped at the Maryland Historical Society to do a little family digging.
My fifth cousin alerted me to the fact that extracts from a Stuart family bible, my paternal ancestors, were in the historical society’s library. So, after driving eight hours up route 95, we stopped in Baltimore. I sifted through ancient wooden boxes with peeling parchment inside trying to find the family Bible extracts while my husband and daughters walked through the museum. In one of the exhibits, they ran into John Wilkes Booth, whose family was from Maryland and a man who had fought in the War of 1812. The veteran said something like 20 percent of the combatants of that war were Africans. Never learned that (or about the War of 1812 for that matter) in my history class. The 200 year-olds wandering around the exhibits were actually the Maryland Historical Society Players who act out and interpret parts of Maryland History. My own family’s history seemed to be coming to life in the reading room, albeit not so dramatically, rather with serendipity.
As I leafed through the papers of Sarah Elizabeth Stuart, I discovered that this woman was a genealogist. She didn’t seem much interested in my family’s history – after about a half hour of searching, I realized the family Bible extracts were submitted by someone else – a female family member with a different surname. But Sarah’s meticulous records of other family’s lineages were arranged in neat piles and stuffed into thin brown envelopes with typed written requests for her services attached. One such request was from an officer of the Daughters of the American Revolution who had used her services to track people’s Revolutionary War ancestors several times before. I wonder if Sarah and I are actually related and what the going rate was for a genealogist back then.
Manifest of the Pioneer, a ship that transported 20 slaves from Baltimore, MD to New Orleans, LA. The passengers were enslaved by my third great-grandfather, Col. W. R. Stuart.
Yesterday, while she was looking for something else, my cousin Monique found the above manifest on Ancestry.com. It names 20 slaves aboard the Barque Pioneer transported from Baltimore to New Orleans and owned by our ancestor, Col. W.R. Stuart. It was a surprise to find this document because we’d searched for slave manifests before and never found anything connecting with our family’s history. (Just goes to show the importance of going back and retracing your steps. New documents are being added to places like Ancestry.com and FamilySearch.org all of the time.)
But it was no surprise that the Colonel owned many slaves. In 1853, he placed an ad in a newspaper in order to sell them because he was dissolving his partnership in a Baton Rouge-based cotton plantation. (I suspect the passengers on this ship went to work on the Colonel’s plantation). That article was hard to swallow, but this manifest is heart wrenching. The last passenger, a boy, 4’4″ tall, was only 11 years old, the same age as my oldest daughter. No other passenger with the same last name is listed, so little Tom Iona was probably sold away from his family. But the painful reality of this document is assuaged by its value to researchers. It gives both first and last names of the passengers as well as their ages. That’s a lot more information than normally provided about slaves. Hopefully this information will help a fellow researcher connect with their ancestor.
Here are the names and ages of the slaves aboard the Pioneer on July 20, 1848:
Joseph Cedars, 23
Charles Smith, 21
Richmond Lewis, 29
Lewis Fisher, 20
Edward Henderson, 20
Carter Lewis, 27
Elija Parker, 30
Dennis Snowden, 20
Wyatt Tabor, 26
Samuel Walker, 28
Ezekiel Mathews, 35
Gabriel Bayler, 37
Frank Taylor, 28
Ephraim Jackson, 28
Nelson Holoway, 30
Alford Bensen, 20
Ruffin Baker, 28
John Gordy, 22
Robert Mitchell, 28
Tom Iona, 11
My third great-grandfather, William R. Stuart and me at the Maryland Historical Society. Photo by Flannery Silva. Fuzziness courtesy of my iphone.
Yesterday, on my way down to the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts where I’m working on my family history project, I stopped in Baltimore to see some relatives – some living, some dead. The living one is my niece, Flannery, a student at Maryland Institute College of Art. She accompanied me to see my ancestors whose portraits are housed at the Maryland Historical Society, just blocks from her school. Funny the way things work.
Flanny was kind enough to take photos of me with the portraits of my second great uncle, Alexander Stuart, his wife, Matilda (who was sporting an amazing ermine robe), my third great uncle, Andrew Stuart, and my third great-grandfather, William R. Stuart pictured above. See any family resemblance?