Skip to main content

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 siblings.in 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.




EDWARD MOSBY


(1660-1759)



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.











COLONEL ROBERT WOODSON


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. JOHN WOODSON, JR


“SURGEON FOR THE MILITIA”


GRADUATE OF ST JOHN’S COLLEGE, OXFORD


AS JOHN WOODSONNE, BRISTOL, GENTLEMAN


1586-1644



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.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Gailey Cousin Christmas Tree Tradition

Most of my family reunions and get-togethers have been centered around holidays or special events. It's hard to pick out a special personality (we have several - as I'm sure most of you do) and I've thought about all of the pets we've had in the past, the special heirlooms that grandma loved to display during the holidays and I'm really having a hard time coming up with a single one.

My aunt Irene and uncle Raymond always had the big get-togethers at their house, because it was the largest, had acres of pecans trees to play under and they had the most grandchildren! Of course, all of that was later, after all six of us cousins had grown up and had children of our own.

Thinking of Christmas, my mind keeps going back to the time before I moved into Grandma and Doc's home and we celebrated at our house. I remember getting a beautiful bride doll one Christmas. Wish I still had that doll. Have no idea where she traveled to after she got married. And then there was o…

January River of Small Stones - Jan 5, 2012

Acrostic: Bobby
BOBBY


Bushy brows draw together as the old man draws paint Over the wood – he tried to make his shaking hand glide smoothly. Both the paint and the brush left a squiggly line, By the look of his face You knew he was not pleased with his efforts.
January 5, 2012

My Home Town by Dorothy Hansen

My Home Town

For thirty years this California town
has been the place where I have slept at night,
and shopped, and worked, and driven about.

But home is where my childhood feet
ran bare on Texas clay …
on streets that were like arteries
to all the lives I loved and shared.

Now, as storm clouds gather in November
and leaves are on the ground,
these asphalt streets and stranger’s cars
seem even more remote.

I long to live where I am known,
and my grandparents, too …
where all the folks I meet each day
know just where I belong.

They’ve known my folks and relatives.
They’ve seen me go through school.
I have a place on Texas soil
in the town where I was born.

It is my home, belongs to me,
and I yearn for a hearth that’s gone.

From Dorothy Hansen's “Cedar Berries,” her collection of poems about Texas.


Dorothy Lee Hansen wrote this poem about my home town of Mineral Wells, Texas. She was born there in 1925 and is of my mother's generation. From what I have read about her she was full of life…