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AMY SMITH LINTON

Oh ShEnandoah, I Long to Hear You.

1/10/2017

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Thank goodness for teachers like Mr. Forman. My grade-school music teacher was nerdy and boney and tireless in his love for and encouragement of music. He mimeographed the lyrics of songs and once a week from 4th to 6th grade, we went to his classroom and sang while he played electric piano.*

I have no recollection of how we sounded. Not all of us were invited to join the school chorus. But I can still sing every word of Elton John's "Rocket Man, John Denver's "Rocky Mountain High,"  "Shenandoah," John Prine's "Paradise," and more.

These are tunes that pop up on the internal jukebox and startle me in their clarity.

*He also played in a jazz band on the weekends, but I only learned that later. 
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Sidebar Tangent: John Prine wrote "Paradise" for his dad in 1971 about coal-mining in his Kentucky hometown. The chorus goes something like "Oh Daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County/Down the Green River, where Paradise lay./Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking/Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away."
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In 2015, the Peabody Energy Corporation filed a lawsuit, that, among other things, claimed that the lyrics were inflammatory and offensive. Forty some years later, and Mr. Peabody's coal train still riding those rails. 
This ties into my New Year's genealogy binge.

My binge was marked by long stints in front of the trusty laptop punctuated by exclamations of, "Huh. Well of 
course it's his great-uncle Gorton," and "What were the chances that these two families would intermarry this many times? Jeesh. Guess they swiped right on KINder.  Nyuk nyuk nyuk."

So here's a brief, obvious overview: when looking up into the family tree, everyone gets four grandparents, eight great-grandparents, 16 g-g-grands, 32 g-g-g-grands  and on and on.

Family multiplication happens pretty quickly: about 100 years gets you sixteen great-great-grandparents. Sixteen family branches. Sixteen.

If you are lucky, there 
might be a photo of yourself in diapers perched on one of those great-great-pappy's grumpy lap.
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But in a hurry, these many forebears become mysterious strangers. Even with a storytelling family, diarists, and hoarders of ephemera, finding out about these people can prove fiendishly difficult.

The time flashes past. Nobody asks enough questions. And a flood or a fire or a hungry mouse can wipe out the paper records of a whole county. 


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Baby Mumsie on her great-grandfather's lap.
But back to my binge: I was poking into the history of my Wheeler kin.  They lived way up in the hills of  Franklin County, Georgia, fifty or so miles southwest of Asheville, NC.  My Grampa Navy would have pronounced that word as "he-ills." 

Franklin County held quite a number of likely Richard Wheelers who might be my great-great-grandfather, but he's been a sticky wicket.

In that steep corner of the world, Wheelers bifurcated like tadpoles in a pond. And they each named their kids after the same uncles and dads: William, Richard, John, James. 
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​Which is why I was idly staring at the 1880 US Census entry for a Wheeler family. In 1880, our Richard had been dead already for seven years, leaving the kids and wife to work the farm. This nearby family farm was headed up by John Franklin Wheeler, a possible brother to my Richard, with kids named Mary E., Catherin C., Richard W., Masurah, Martha, and Lu Ellar.
 
Lu Ellar, really? It's an all-to-easy assumption to think that hill folks are all Clampetts –– clichéd stewed squirrel and moonshine.  
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Taking a closer look at the census-taker’s handwriting, I saw that Lu Ellar is more likely “Sue Ellen.” Regional –– but not so over-the-top as "Lu-Ellar."

As I pondered names and names, my internal jukebox piped up with “Shenandoah.” 

It’s a magnificent song, really, a sea-shanty with long sonorous notes that are fun to splash out on. It's about the exploration of the States when the "west" was the Missouri River.

​I'll spare you my rendition, but Harry Belafont's version is pretty good. 


 Mr. Foreman used to insist that we pronounce the lyrics as befitted the song and its historical setting (just as a later professor taught me to read Spenser so that it rhymed). So when the chorus came up in my mind (and –– full disclosure –– throughout the living room) I sang it this way: “A-WAY! I’m bound away, across the wide Missor-ah.”
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If Lu Ellar can be Sue Ellen, what about Massurah? Massurah, Missourah...Missouri.

Missouri? Click-click-click and it turns out that Massurah was the delightfully easier-to-track Missouri Caroline Wheeler. Her grandfather was my great-great-great grandfather.  I don’t yet know why she was given this unusual name, but I do have a better handle on Richard, son of Mary Freeman and William Wheeler.
 

I probably should have mentioned it sooner, but thank you, Mr. Forman, for putting up with my shenanigans, teaching me to read music (I’ve mostly forgotten, but still), and sharing your unembarassed love of song. 
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2 Comments
Laura
1/18/2017 11:48:55 am

I remember Mr. Foreman! Cool story.

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Amy
1/19/2017 03:21:16 pm

Thank you, Laura. Did you have music lessons with him too?

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