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Some Descendants of William Hawkins and Margaret Harwood


How it all began, and how it progressed ...


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Mary Jane Alley Hawkins was my grandmother -- we called her Mammy.

Some of my earliest memories with Mammy -- and I spent a lot of time with her from the time I was a toddler until I was an older teen -- were of sitting with her while she told me stories of the families. As a typical child who loves all the attention from a loving grandmother, I spent the time being her special charge -- not recording history.

When I grew up, I remembered stories of French Huguenots (was the Alley family once Allee?? I don't know. I never found it in my research), red-headed Irishers (Steel family), Black Irish (Dougherty family? I've never quite understood what those were -- Irish of Moorish descent?), and, for the Hawkins family, the story of seven brothers and something about New York and Holland. Or was Holland associated with one of the other branches of the family? All I remembered was that I thought of seven young men, brothers, and tulips when I thought of the Hawkins family.

I started my Hawkins quest in 1986 when my folks and I traveled back to our old stomping grounds in West Virginia, visited old cemeteries there, and Dad suggested he and I take a little trip up to Erie Pennsylvania where his grandfather and great grandfather came from. Why not -- how often does an adult child get to spend quality time with her dad? Making my Dad happy was one of the joys of my adult life.

Our little trip was successful because we found Leander's will and some other Hawkins information there.

As Dad's health started failing a few years later, I tried to keep him interested in life by digging a little further into the Hawkins family. It seemed to please him. (And because I love my mother, too, I also delved into the Shreve family history.)

I began by looking for seven Hawkins brothers in New York who immigrated from Holland. What I ended up with was an English man and woman who came to Rhode Island and eventually produced a descendant (Uriah) who produced at least seven sons , and some, if not all, of those sons migrated from Rhode Island to New York, then drifted to Pennsylvania and other parts of the United States.

Is my trail correct? As well as I can determine, it is. I am sure of the generations from me through George Washington Hawkins and Betsey Wells. The trail from George and Betsey indicated I should look into Rhode Island records about the time of the Revolutionary War.

After hours and days at the LDS Family History Center in San Diego, the Carlsbad Library, and the San Diego County Library in downtown San Diego, and time on Prodigy and Compuserve genealogy sections, I eliminated most all Rhode Island Hawkins families except for Uriah. I prayed he would be the one. He had the requisite number of sons and he even had a George Washington Hawkins among them. And he actually had some written documentation about him -- a will.

But how to get connected, if there was a connection?

I wrote to Otsego County in New York and was put in touch with a researcher there who found John Hawkins' family tree for me. It provided the missing link and confirmed what I hoped would be confirmed.

I worked on the families off and on from 1986 until sometime in 1996. Dad knew of my progress but cared less and less as time when on. Toward the end, I think he seemed pleased simply because he thought it would please me if I thought he was pleased. Such is the love between a father and daughter.

It's in the memory of my father and his mother, my Mammy, and the love for my mother (who had no idea she had so many relatives, some near and some distant, who grew up with her (www.rootsweb.com/~wvwetzel/shreve/index.htm), that I publish this information in a place where I hope individuals related to us may find it and be assisted by knowing some of the material I used to find the lineage -- and perhaps make a wish come true for someone else.

RSR
Sept 10, 2001