Saturday, February 11, 2017

James Samuel and Nancy Ann (Dyson) Raney: At Home in Indiana

 I'll remind you now that if you're my first cousin, you claim the same descent as I do; if you are a child of my cousin, you add a "great." and if you are a grandchild of my cousin, you add two "greats." It will get tricky as we go up the branches of this Raney tree, but soon you won't care how far removed these ancestors are, you'll simply be fascinated by the lives they lived. It was about this time that the surname Rainey became Raney.

A little music to get us started.  On the Banks of the Wabash

James Samuel Raney, Nancy Ann (Dyson) Raney, Laura Esther Raney, c. 1914 [not stain but shadow from my camera because I have it under glass.]

These are our great-grandparents.  James Samuel Raney (30 Dec 1868 - 28 May 1954) and Nancy Ann Dyson Raney (17 March 1867 - 23 May 1938).

Nancy Ann Dyson was born on a farm in Monroe Township, Pike County, Indiana, to Whitman Hill Dyson and Elizabeth J. (Turpin) Dyson. She was the youngest of six daughters.  By the 1870 census, her mother was dead and her 14-year old sister Mary was keeping house. Her father, who owned his farm, valuing it at $400.00, remarried.

Pike County, Indiana
James Samuel Raney was born on a farm in Pike County, Indiana,  to Everett Rainey, a Civil War veteran, and Nancy Jane (Dougan) Rainey. They lived next to Everett's mother, Millie (Roberts) Rainey, a widow, who owned her farm. They did not own a farm in the 1870 census. James and his sister Cordelia (1872 -1918, who married her first cousin, Thomas Rainey, son of Larkin) and his father survived a house fire in the 1870s, but not so his mother and sister Sarah (b.1867). This is according to family lore and I'm unable to find definitive information.  A clue as to time of the loss of James' mother may be that James didn't go past the 2nd grade. His father soon remarried and had additional children.. In the 1880 census, when James was eleven, he's listed as a "farm worker" and could not write.  

James Raney and Nancy Dyson married 7 September 1887. Their son Frank Whitman Raney was born the following August, and then a son, Claude, who died as a child. Grandpa told me this story. He and his brother were asleep in their bed and their mother claimed to see, what I recall was a buggy whip that hung from the bed, waving over them. "One of them will be dead within the year," she told James. And it came to pass. The family thought she was psychic.

In the 1900 census, although James is listed as a farmer in Patoka Township, Gibson County, whether he owns his farm or rents is left blank. His next neighbors over are his late mother's people, the Dougans, so perhaps he had an arrangement with them. Frank, listed as Whitman, had six years of schooling. He would quit school after the 8th grade and leave by the summer of 1906, appearing in Fredonia, Kansas, in August.

Gibson County, Indiana
These were relatively calm times in our nation's history and Indiana was well-settled. In 1880 four-fifths of its population lived on farms. Southern Indiana's population came mostly from the south, rather than from foreign immigration or from northern states. Corn and hogs were its mainstay. The historian James Madison wrote that "upland South patterns of word usage and pronunciation, religion, place names, food, amusement, and methods of constructing barns, houses, and corn cribs were firmly implanted in southern Indiana by 1820 and remained into the late twentieth century." Both sides of James and Nancy Raney's families had emigrated north to Indiana's southern counties from Kentucky and Tennessee. It's more probably than not that James and Nancy were subsistence farmers rather than commercial farmers, growing for their own use and selling some surplus. Grandpa said that as a child he took a bath only when he went swimming with catfish in a nearby pond in the summer. Grandma countered that she and her Smith family took baths every Saturday night in the metal washtub.

Southern Indiana

Great-aunt Esther (Laura Esther Raney) was born July 9, 1902, when Nancy was 35.  Below is a portion of a photograph from a Dyson family gathering, showing James, Nancy and baby Esther. I recognize no one in the group who resembles 14-year-old Whitman, so he must have been left at home to tend the livestock.  Nancy Raney looks blonde in this photo.

This next photo might be Esther as a child. No name on back.


And perhaps this photo below is Esther when older. At fifteen she ran off with twenty-seven-year old Jess Kolk, whom Grandpa derisively called "The Dutchman." I've found online what might be their marriage information, in which she puts her date of birth as 1898 and her age as eighteen. They had a son in Ohio in 1918, but were living with James and Nancy Raney for the 1920 census. 

The marriage didn't last, and the child Walther James Kolk, always sickly, allegedly died after being twirled around by a relative and dislocating his shoulders; the shock killed him. (Note: Cousin Pat Raney's recollection.)  Esther lived at home and worked for some years at a laundry in Princeton, Indiana, writing in a 1920 letter that she was making $7.50 a week.

Grandpa told me that his mother Nancy Raney was plagued by turned-under eyelids, their lashes scratching her eyeballs. He often pulled the eyelash bristles out for her. Apparently, scar tissue eventually caused blindness. I looked for her eyes to be squinty and teary in the photos, but see no indication.

By 1910 James had abandoned farming and was working as a machinist at the Southern Railway roundhouse at the edge of Princeton, the county seat of Gibson County. They still lived in nearby Patoka Township. He owned his own home, but it was mortgaged. Whitman and Mary and their children moved back to Princeton from Kansas about 1914 and stayed until they moved to Canada in 1920. Denny and Louise were born in Princeton. Nancy Raney must have enjoyed having her grandchildren near her.

After Whitman and Mary moved away, Nancy wrote the "Dear children" on May 20, 1920, that "Papa" is "some better" but was unable to sit up until Monday because "he took a pain in the back of his head" and had to be back in bed. His "left leg and foot is swollen till . . . almost ready to burst, it hurt him so bad [he couldn't hardly stand it].  "He is so childish that he cry like a baby becawse [sic] he cant [sic] go to work . . . he has the bluse [sic] so bad . . ."[H]e says he dont [sic] see why he cant [sic] get well and why it could[n't] be some one that doesnt [sic] like to work. [S]ome dont[sic] want to work. We are having a late spring here . . ."  Nancy called her son Whitman "Whitty."

On November 12, 1920, Esther wrote her brother Whitman and sister-in-law Mary Raney. After some preliminaries, and that her toddler James "almost had the croup last night and I have been sick this week and had to stay home from work. . . . Papa is well please[d] of the 25 cent Bill you sent him and Dad told me to tell you Brother that some Body stole that dime you sent him and he hate[s] it off [awful] bad. And you want to know how Mama got her hair afire. I will tell you. [S]he was mak[ing] a fire in the stove to put Bean[s] on to cook and she took her hair down to comb and got some of her hair comb[ed] and said I better go see about that fire. I do not Believe that it is Burning and she when [went] and see and it had gone out. And she light a match and the head of the match flew off in her hair in a rubber hair pin. [A]nd she kept a smell[ing] hair a burning and Mama look[ed] around on the floor for the fire. [A]nd then it burn[ed] her hair and when I came home that not [night] I had to Cut her hair off . . ."  If you read it aloud, you'll hear the southern inflection in her writing.
Our great-grandmother Nancy Dyson Raney made this now faded and tattered quilt.

In the 1930 census, Laura was divorced and now without a child, living with Nancy and James, who still worked as a machinist at the Southern Railway shop. They valued their home at $400.00 and had a radio. They put their ages as 60 and 57. Laura was 28.

Nancy died of hemiplegia (a stroke that paralyzed one entire side) on May 23, 1938. It's difficult to tell from the death certificate whether she lived for 8 hours or 8 days after having the stroke. In the 1940 census James was 72 and widowed and Laura was 37 and listed as widowed (a possible mistake), keeping house for her father. His house was valued at $3000.00.  Like her brother Whitman, Laura completed only the 8th grade. It was in this census that James is listed as having gone no further than 2nd grade. He is retired and she isn't working outside the house. (The 1950 census has yet to be released.)

Sometime in the 1940s James married a woman named Verna (Cousin Pat's recollection of her name). And in the summer of 1946 they came by train to Spokane for a visit.  How do I know the year? In the photo below James is holding me. 
James Raney holding Karen Charbonneau; Nancy Hunter, Jack Raney, Jimmy Hunter, Frank Raney, Chuck Charbonneau; Bottom Row: David Hunter, Mary Jean Raney, Richard Charbonneau, John Charbonneau. At the picnic table Grandma and Verna are standing, and Junice Raney is sitting.


The adults are: Geneva squatting holding me, Junice, Grandma holding Mary Jean's hand, Louise, Don holding David, Verna and James Raney, our grandfather Frank Raney, Red and Mary Charbonneau holding Richard, Al Charbonneau.Bottom row: Frank Raney, Jimmy Hunter, Nancy Hunter, Chuck Charbonneau, Jack Raney, and John Charbonneau.  Uncle Denny is taking the photo.
Here is the photo with Denny in it and Grandpa is taking the photo.

 Verna died and then Esther on September 8 1953 of a ruptured aneurysm (age 51); she had married a man named Everett Straw.  Grandpa and Grandma went back to Indiana and brought James out to Spokane to live with them. Nine months later he had surgery at Deaconess Hospital (maybe on his prostate).  After the operation he fell out of his hospital bed and died soon after on 28 May 1954, age 85. The cause of death was stated as hemorrhage, shock, and coma induced by diabetes. Always a Southern Baptist, he is buried at Fairmount Cemetery in Spokane.



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