I freely admit that I'm a history nut. I love a good historical novel, a biography, real life adventure. Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. I love stories that are real, that seem like they're a part of who we are.
That is probably why I have such an interest in geneaology. Because in a round-about-way, we were there in those stories from long ago. I mean think about it....each and every one of us are here because someone managed to survive a plague, a war, a perilous ship crossing, an adventure into the unknown, and life itself. We are all here because for thousands of years the thread of life managed to stay connected through all the crazy things that have gone down through history.
Lol....I am off to a deep start this morning, aren't I? ;)

Recently I was given this paper on one of my long-ago family members. Mansfield Edward Bingham, my great-grandpa Lanny Mansfield Bingham's grandpa. Doesn't he look like a tough ol' dude? He was evidently an upstanding guy, his parents from Kentucky and Tennessee (maybe neighbor's with
Laura's people? hehehe....) Known as "Ed", he was born in Arkansas but spent the majority of his life in rural Missouri, jointed the Union Army as a private in 1864, raised 6 sons in a log cabin, served as Justice of the Peace, farmed and preached. He was busy.
There's a story in the paper (from a book about the founders of Laclede County, Mo.) about how he was approached by a young couple coming to his cabin to have him marry him, but he was in a hurry to get to church. With evidently little time to spare, he just married them right there on their horses, having them clasp hands on horseback. Now that is a wedding on a budget ;)
His parents were Harmon Bingham and a girl named Sally Mitchell, from Tennessee. I thought Sally Mitchell was a great early American name so I named the woman in my latest painting Sally Mitchell. Here is "Sally Mitchell and her Children":

I imagine Sally Mitchell was a pioneering sort of gal. Born in Tennessee, then going off to the wilds of Arkansas and Missouri, probably around 1830. She had several children with her husband, Harmon, who is the oldest relative I've been able to find so far. A vague family rumor states that perhaps these Binghams went to the area with the Binghams who went on to be founding members of the Mormon church in the Salt Lake area in the late 1840s. Who knows if its true...but evidently my Binghams thought they were better suited to rural green mountains and said "We're staying right here."

I am also happy to report that I finally found a name of someone who did the crossing to America--- old Ed was supposed to be the decendant of a Thomas Bingham who came from England to Norwich, CT. in 1659. Ahh, I knew there was a New Englander in my some where! ;)
Ah...but I really really digress. We're talking about Sally. And in history, it seems the men get all the credit and remembrance. I'm very sure that Sally must have been a courageous and spirited lady. Look at the son she raised-- with a staunch faith and strong sense of right and wrong. Looks like this mama did good.
And I hope that you like the painting...I wanted to try a true Americana folk style painting. Like you'd find this in the attic of some old rickety salt box house. Brush the cobwebs off and hang it on the wall.....
For more on Sally, she's listed
HERE.
Now...time to start the day. Hope all is well with you!~
H