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Saturday Night Genealogy Fun - Judith's Paternal Grandmother's Patrilineal Line

Randy Seaver at Genea-Musings has been offering up Saturday Night fun for a while now. This is my first time to join him. It sounds simple enough - but don't know if I have enough information on that line of my ancestry. Now is the time to find out!

Randy's challenge reads as follows:

Provide a list of your paternal grandmother's patrilineal line. Answer these questions:

  1. What was your father's mother's maiden name?
  2. What was your father's mother's father's name?
  3. What is your father's mother's father's patrilineal line? That is, his father's father's father's ... back to the most distant male ancestor in that line?
  4. Can you identify male sibling(s) of your father's mother, and any living male descendants from those male sibling(s)? If so, you have a candidate to do a Y-DNA test on that patrilineal line. If not, you may have to find male siblings, and their descendants, of the next generation back, or even further.
  • My father's mother was Willie Laura Homsley, born June 21, 1894 in Klondike, Delta Co., Texas
  • Willie's father was Obediah Black Homsley, born July 6, 1863 in Pickwick, Hardin Co., Tennessee
  • Obediah's father was William H. Homesley, born July 6, 1825 in Hardin Co., Tennessee
  • William's father was Joseph Homesley, born in England

Willie Laura Homsley had two brothers:
  • Obediah Black Holmsley, Jr. born and died November 12, 1902 in Poolville, Parker Co., Texas
  • Robert Adrian Homsley, born September 12, 1904 in Peaster, Parker Co., Texas
I do not have information on Robert Adrian Homsley's children, if any. I will need to research this line further.

Thanks, Randy. This gives me a starting point for my next research of this part of my family.


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