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Annie E Cheney

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My 2X great grandmother, Annie, was married three times - first, at a very young age, to an elderly invalid, the second to a Civil War veteran who had abandoned two wives before marrying her and would go on to marry three more times after their divorce, and the third to the “love of her life.”

Annie disappeared during her divorce in 1899, having “fled the state,” according to court documents. In 1932, she joined her family in Creede, Colorado shortly before her death.

Who was this mystery woman? Who were her parents? Who was the elderly, invalid relative her family forced her to marry so that she could care for him without forfeiting her honor? Who was her third husband, the love of her life? Where was Annie for all those years after her divorce from her second husband? Why is Annie the only relative in the cemetery who does not have a headstone?

Annie E. Cheney - my abiding brick wall.

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Minnie Staggs

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After my interest in family history was sparked by a fantastical tale my paternal grandfather told my children about his mother, Minnie Staggs, I began dabbling in family history. Minnie’s story was first on my list of family legends to explore. Although my grandfather was a notorious liar and the stories he told were suspect, I was still curious about my family’s proclaimed “Cherokee grandmother.” This post summarizes my discoveries about Minnie’s life story - all subject to update or change as more accurate information comes to light.

The Dream

Soon after the wild trip to deliver my grandfather to my aunt, I had a haunting dream that set the stage for my obsession with genealogy and researching my family history.

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In my dream, I’m walking through darkened rooms in a silent house. Where am I? Oh, I know this house! This is my aunt’s house. I’ve spent much of my childhood here. Where is everyone? With that thought, I now see through the windows that there are people out on the patio and scattered in groups across the lawn. Why are they all outside? Normally, everyone would be gathered around the big swamp cooler, visiting and telling stories as the children chased each other through the house.

The Dilemma

Although an intriguing story told to my children by my paternal grandfather sparked my interest in family history, I found myself unwilling to fully research this part of my family. My grandfather was a repulsive man - liar, thief, convicted criminal, child molester, and adulterer. I remember clearly the first time I heard the term, sociopathy, in college. I sat up straighter and hung on every word, for it was the first time I had insight into the cruel, destructive manipulations of the sociopath who terrorized our family and chipped away at trust and self-esteem.

And yet, the intrigue around my paternal great grandmother finally drew me in.

The Spark

I have always been interested in the past. Historical novels, old buildings, and cemeteries captured my childhood imagination and filled me with longing for something I could never quite identify. While siblings and cousins rolled their eyes and plotted an escape from elder relatives spinning tales, I settled in and begged for more. My maternal grandmother’s stories of mining camps and covered wagons (not Calistogas, she would remind me when my eyes flashed wild) left me breathless imagining the exciting life she had lived. Although the stories included scoundrels and heroes, romance and bitter betrayal, I never gave much thought to actually researching and discovering more about our family characters until I took a memorable ride to Phoenix with my paternal grandfather, a world-class scoundrel.

That day began with a call from one of my aunts saying, “Shannon, Daddy escaped and we think he’s coming to Prescott. He has a gun and said he’s going to kill your Aunt #####. Now you keep an eye out and let me know if he shows up at your house.”