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Ancestry of Agnes Mosby 1703 - 1738

The Ancestry of Agnes Mosby 1703-1738

By Elmo Len Holmes and Greg Holmes

If there are enchanted names in family histories, the name of Mosby most certainly is included, as it is a pure slice of American pie.  It is an Everyman story in that the lineage links nobodies to nobility, soldiers who were servants of the noble cause of freedom ringing through the centuries.

Agnes was born to the marriage of Edward Mosby (1660-1759) and Sarah Woodson  (1666-1716) having at least nine known storied Henrico,Virginia. 

Although the evidence is sketchy,  Agnes’s father, Edward Mosby, is descended from Richard James Mosby (Moseley) born  1625 in England.  Agnes’ mother, Sarah Woodson, daughter of  Col. Robert “Potato Hole: Woodson. (1634-1716)  and Sarah Elizabeth Ferris who married in 1656 at Henrico.



The book: “The McKenney Family, Butler County Kentucky" by James K. Galau, Chapter 9. The Mosby Family illustrates the genealogy of the Mosby family beginning with Edward who appears in the records paying for the funeral; of his father-in-law’s funeral and taking charge of a minor, Judith Parsons. His own Richard married Judith in later life. The necessary records for positive proof have been destroyed; however Charles City and Henrico did adjoin each other lending strong evidence to the fact that Edward and Sarah are the ancestors of Agnes Mosby.


According to writer J ALAN LOVEL, and his own depositon ROBERT WOODSON, was born at the plantation of his parents. FLEUJR DE HUNDRED (PIERCEYS HUNDRED) on the south side of the James River, which was an original landed proprietor's home. For the novice reader HUNDRED, implies that a hundred men may be raised to defend the area.  It was during these early years of his life that a nickname was given that saved his life. History records a massacre from Native Americans on April 14, 1644 as he and his brother were thrust into a pit dug for the: ”keeping of potatoes” thus a name was born “ POTATO  HOLE WOODSON”
Source: Genealogies of Virginia Families, From the William and Mary Quarterly Historical Magazine, Volume V, Thompson-Yates (and Appendix), Baltimore, Genealogical Publishing Co., Inc, 1982.

From “Adventures of Purse and Person” by Scott Schaffer he married Ellizabeth Ferris on October 21, 1687

SARAH ELIZABETH FERRIS’ family history is rooted in conjecture and depending on the point of view of the writer so goes the history. There is much discussion about the names of Ferris, Farrar, and her father altering the spelling of the name out a disagreement in the family. Even the name of her mother is held in disputed research being Hambleton (Hamilton) which if accurate list royal blood.






DR. WOODSON, of DORSETSHIRE, ENGLAND; MARRIED SARAH WINSTON (1595-1659) in Devonshire, England and by 1619 they had migrated to Henrico as the guest of Sir Alexander Yeardley, Governor and his wife Temperance Flowerdew on the ship “George”. This reads like a typical historical entry, however, it is fraught with some important life choices that Dr Woodson made. He would not cause Sarah Winston to give up her Quaker beliefs, rather he forfeited his inheritance. This is likely the rationale for Gov. Yeardley offering him the post as physician to the militia and land holdings in the New World. Dr. Woodson is the progenitor of the Woodson’s of the New World that are well documented thanks to an account written by TARELTON WOODSON (ABT 1681-AFT 1761) who married his 1st cousin Ursula Fleming (mothers were sisters). The couple had about seven double first cousins for genealogists to wrangle into the family tree. The couple married despite the Quaker admonition forbidding first cousins to marry none the less be persecuted, fined and jailed for their religious convictions especially in Virginia. It is a conclusion of the writer that Sarah Winston Woodson was a shepherdess of Quakers in Virginia.


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