Our family DNA is becoming more and more interesting. Today I discovered we are related to at least two US Presidents. Below is my relationship chart from Wikitree showing the connection to Millard Fillmore.
Millard Fillmore, 13th President of the United States
You can also find out more about Fillmore by clicking this link: http://www.history.com/topics/us-presidents/millard-fillmore
Thought this was very interesting because I never dreamed there were any presidential connections in the Huffstutter family.
Hey, hey, hey. We have a DNA match with the Baxter family. This is great news and means our paper trail now matches the DNA trail for Mary Baxter the wife of Ulrich Huffstutter. The match was using Family Tree’s Family Finder (with my DNA test) then comparing with results on GEDmatch with Ancestry DNA test of Deborah Baxter Fink. Our most recent common ancestor was estimated at 6.7 generations.The way I figure it I am about 6 or 7 generations from Mary Baxter and that matches with the DNA results. Now ain’t that in-ter-rest-in?
Today, on my daily neighborhood walk, I noticed a difference in the atmosphere. There was a weight and texture in the air’s essence. A breeze came up from the south, blowing gently across the bay and it was filled with delicate scents brought over the Gulf of Mexico from steamy orchid rich jungles in Mexico’s Yucatan. I can smell spring. It is on it’s way. Just another week or so and it will be official. The annual “Caribbean Express” of jungle air is forming and will soon arrive.
Looking toward Choctawhatchee Bay
What am I waiting for? Time to get my “to do” list going of projects for spring and summer. There are flower pots to fill and spring cleaning that needs to be done. In the midst of all this action there is my pet project The Huffstutter Family to consider. Yes, there is a definite project brewing there. A thought formed and became a reality brought to my consciousness by that soft breeze as it wafted across the bayou.
Time to consult my crystal ball to see what the project might be. Looking deeply I can see many faces, hundreds, thousands of faces swirling around and around. All of them Huffstutters jumbled together cheek by jowl over the decades and centuries since Ulrich arrived in America. Delightful photographic images. What fun it will be to pick them up, examining the family expressions, personalities and similarities they reveal. Allowing them to tell their visual stories of family history. Hmmm, what secrets might they whisper if we listen very carefully?
That will be the next project. Coming soon….a NEW website of family photos for all of us to enjoy.
Catch ya later.
Ulrich Huffstutter was made of tough stuff. I doubt we, his lazy descendants, would have the physical strength to keep up with him. Consider his age at certain outstanding events in his life. For example, during the Revolutionary War he served as a Ranger on the Frontier of far Western Pennsylvania. Part of the time he was guarding a fort and some of the time he was out of doors in all types of weather scouting and looking for Indians. Reportedly some of the men from Bedford County helped to save the day for General Washington when they made forced marches across Pennsylvania to the eastern seaboard in order to come to the aid of the beleaguered American Army as it faced overwhelming odds from the British . How old was he? About 48-54 years old.
After the Revolutionary War he packed up his family and moved west from Bedford County essentially starting over in Washington County, Pennsylvania. He had brought his wife and at least five children along with all their belongings over a very rough road into a wilderness where they had to build a home as well as clear the fields of trees in order to plow the fields to grow food. How old was he? About 60 years old.
One would think it was time to sit on the porch, smoke a pipe and reflect on his life and family but not Ulrich. Barely a year after arriving in Washington County he gathered his family and their belongings, loaded them in a flatboat and floated down the Ohio River to another wilderness area, Kentucky. When he arrived there he was almost 70 years old and starting over once again. Building a home, clearing fields, planting crops. What was his secret? I sure hope I have just a smattering of his good long living genes.
WHAT A GUY!
The other day I went upstairs to get something out of a closet. As I opened the closet door and stared at the boxes piled there I realized my mind was blank and I had forgotten what I was looking for. How many times have you done the same thing? So, while I stood there trying to remember what I forgot I noticed a large box labeled printer/scanner sitting way back in the corner. This was the printer that came with my “new” computer that is now three years old. I had meant to hook it up but never got around to it. Having still forgotten what I was originally looking for I retrieved the printer/scanner from the closet, pushed the box into the hall then down the steps to the living room where I opened it. After removing the protective wrapping I carried it to my computer desk, cleared a spot on a nearby table and deposited the printer thereon. OK, so far so good. Now to make sense of the instruction manual. That didn’t work so I tossed it aside and used my tried and true, do it myself method, find the cables and plug them in then push buttons until it works. It DID, miraculously, and now I am in business. Can scan old pictures to my hearts delight and travel backward in time, remembering.
First thing to do was check out the old, crumbling family photo album. As I picked it up out fell a white envelope with nothing written on it but 4 pictures inside of me as a tiny baby with my parents. Hmmm, wonder where and when these were taken? Bless my mother’s heart, she had written on the back Oct 1947, Billie’s. Well, that sparked my memory (finally) and I realized these were taken on the old Ulrich Huffstutter farm in Nicholas Co., KY. Yep, that was me in the photo bundled up in a snowsuit complete with bonnet even though there was no snow on the ground. As my parents first child and the only grandchild I had to endure “over dressing” for every occasion. Bonnets were one thing I was never without. I had one for every outfit, my three aunts saw to that.
Just in case some of you might be interested in this bit of family history I have included two photos. One shows the home of Edgar Huffstetter and if you examine the background on the other you can see a barn that is still standing today and shows up in some of the Huffstutter Cemetery photos. From that you can orient yourself to where I was located as I posed for the camera in 1947.
Well, that is enough memorabilia for one day. This little jog down memory lane led me to another reminiscence of a visit I made to the Huffstutter Farm when I was about four years old but I’ll save that story for another day.
Solutions to the reasoning behind the assorted spellings for the surname Huffstutter reveal that of the four known sons of Ulrich Huffstutter all chose to vary the surname spelling. James of Trumbull Co., Ohio is apparently the source for the use of the spelling Hofsteater/ Hofstetter. That leaves the Mathew branch in Wayne Co., Ohio using the spelling Hoffstatter/ Hoffstetter and John of Bourbon/Nicholas Co., KY using the spelling Huffstutter/Huffstetter. George, who settled in Floyd Co., IN, stays pretty much with the Huffstutter spelling except for the descendants of his daughter Catherine that married into the Hostetler/Hostetter family. We are beginning to make sense of the surname puzzle.