Finding the Land Where Henry Zumwalt and Other Ancestors Lived

Fall Park on the Reedy River

Falls Park, Reedy River, Greenville, NC

My husband Dave and I were on our way to visit his cousin who lives in South Carolina close to the North Carolina border. They had lived in the San Diego and Washington D. C. areas and recently moved to South Carolina to be close to their daughter. I understand why they moved there. The area is beautiful. 

After a few wonderful days, we continued on our journey to explore the Blue Ridge Parkway and Shenandoah National Park in Virginia. I was hopeful to add a little genealogy along the way. Many of my ancestors and those of Dave lived in Virginia and North Carolina eventually making their way to Missouri.

Our first stop was Caswell County, North Carolina where my Turner and Vaughn families lived for a period of time. The land was rolling, and we could see that it was perfect for the tobacco that the Turner and Vaughn families most likely grew. Fortunately, I have lots of information about the families, much provided by my second cousin Jean Vaughn Hendricks and supplemented by information found online. I didn’t have time for additional search in the courthouse but wanted to see if we could find the area in which my ancestors lived. From Yanceyville, the county seat, we traveled south on Highway 62 in search of the south fork of Country Line Creek where the Turner’s settled. Thanks to modern technology we were able to determine where the creek intersected the highway. After a few times riding up and down the highway and traveling over the area where Google map showed the creek was located, we realized that it probably ran alongside and through a culvert under the highway. Country Line Creek is a long creek running through the county. I know we weren’t on Turner’s land, but it was interesting to see what the area looked like. 

With our destination of the Blue Ridge Parkway still ahead, our trek took us through Gastonia County. It was here the Ferguson’s settled at the base of Crowder’s Mountain, close to King’s Mountain and endured the hardships of the Revolutionary War. It was good to rest our weary bones that night in Lynchburg, Virginia. 

Blue Ridge Parkway

View from the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia

The next day we awoke to overcast skies and the threat of rain. Oh, no!!! This didn’t bode well for our drive through the Blue Ridge Parkway and the Shenandoah National Park. But like our intrepid ancestors, we pushed on in our comfortable mode of transportation covering many more miles in one day then they were ever able to do. Fortunately, the rain held off while we traveled on the Blue Ridge Parkway. The views were spectacular despite the overcast weather. By the time we entered the Shenandoah National Park, it started to rain steadily. And because National Parks are left in their natural state, it was hard to see the views from the designated parking areas and very disappointing. Midway we left the park and took Highway 11 to our next destination, Toms Brook, in Shenandoah County, Virginia, originally located in Frederick County.  

According to Wikipedia, “Valley Pike or Valley Turnpike is the traditional name given for the Indian trail and roadway which now approximates as U.S. Route 11 in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.” [1] As we traveled through quaint towns with the Shenandoah Mountains to our right, we saw several historical markers. We learned later this road was used by Stonewall Jackson to march his Confederate troops up and down the valley in 1862 and 1864 during the Civil War. 

It is very hard to pinpoint the location of our ancestors in states that used the metes and bounds method of describing the location of their land. Natural landmarks, like trees and watercourses, were used to describe the boundaries of their land. The only deed I have found for my ancestors that pinpointed the location of their land was the one I found for Henry Zumwalt, my 5th great-grandfather. His land was located at the confluence of the Toms Brooks and the north fork of the Shenandoah River. 

Toms Brook

Toms Brook

Again, Google maps to the rescue. Arriving in the small town of Toms Brook on Highway 11, we saw there was a road that paralleled Toms Brook creek and terminated at the north fork of the Shenandoah River. As we traveled along the paved road, we had high hopes that we would step foot on the land owned by Henry. Very quickly the road changed to gravel and the further we traveled the narrower it became. In many instances, we hoped we wouldn’t meet another car on the road because there was nowhere to turn around. Finally, we came to a house at the end of the road.

Toms Brook Fireplace

Old Meets New 

Gathering courage, I approached the house and knocked on the door. I’m sure the man inside was wondering who would be knocking on his door at dinner time. “Hi, I’m from Missouri,” I foolishly said as he answered the door. I quickly introduced myself and explained that my great-grandfather had owned the land on which his house sat. This kind man invited Dave and me into his house and introduced himself and his wife. I was so excited at the prospect of learning about the land I, unfortunately, forgot their names. He explained a section of the house was certified as being built around 1800 give or take ten years. In this section were the original beams and fireplace. The craftsmanship of the fireplace was phenomenal. The gentleman steered me through the back door of the house and pointed to an area where Toms Brook flowed into the north fork of the Shenandoah. Because of the high brush and light rain, I didn’t walk to the confluence. However, I could see the Shenandoah Mountains in the background. He explained that the course of Toms Brook had never changed because it runs through rock. We thought that Henry may have possibly lived in the house, but there was another cabin on the other side of the creek that may have also been a likely candidate. Unfortunately, this cabin had been torn down. These kind people gave me an experience I will never forget. While we drove back to the main highway, we took our time and stopped at a few places along Toms Brook to savor the peace and quiet of the bubbling brook. We ended our trip with a visit to Harper’s Ferry and the Battle of Antietam the following day.

View Toms Brook from house

Behind the Tree Line and in the Middle of the Picture Lies the Confluence of Creek and River

Fast forward to today. After arriving home and looking at the deeds again, I discovered that the four hundred acres of land owned by Henry Zumwalt and his brother Andrew was on the west side of the creek and they purchased the land in 1767, far earlier than when the house we visited was built.

The moral of the story is many-fold. First, one can incorporate the region in which their ancestors lived into their vacation. Yes, it would be great if the documents in the courthouses could be searched, but if time is limited, visit the surrounding area. You will get an idea of its history and the lay of the land. You never know what you will find or how kind people can be. Secondly, the history of the area will help you understand how your ancestors moved from place to place. I deduced that my Palatine sixth great-grandfather, Johann Wilhelm Andres Zumwalt (Andrew), who arrived in Philadelphia in 1739, most likely traveled the Great Wagon road through York, Pennsylvania to the  Winchester, Virginia area where he spent his last days. Thirdly, details matter. Had I paid more attention to the deed I would have known his land was on the west side of the creek and my family was in the Shenandoah Valley a few decades prior to when the cabin was built. Fourthly, I have a greater appreciation for what my ancestors endured during their migration. It took us seven days to travel from St. Louis via South Carolina to Antietam and home through West Virginia, Kentucky, and Illinois with stops along the way. All I can say is we Americans come from hardy stock. 

And lastly, I have an incredibly patient husband. He stays home when I visit courthouses, but on a trip like this, he is a trooper. He even suggested we return to Crowder’s Mountain in Gastonia County, North Carolina to see if we can find where his ancestors lived.

Next…on to the daunting task of documenting the rest of Henry Zumwalt’s life.



[1] Wikipedia citing  “The Valley Turnpike Company”. U.S. National Park Service.

Finding Edgar Lane and Doing the DNA Happy Dance

Edgar Lane lived a short life. And he was my great-grandfather. He was born to John C. and Marietta (Vaughn) Lane about 1878 or 1879 most likely in Dyer County, Tennessee.

I searched for Edgar in census records for a long time. And finally I found him in 1880 living in Crockett County, Tennessee in the home of George Vaughn, enumerated as G. W. Maugham¹. Edgar was between the age of one and two years of age. His brother Isaac was four months old. Their mother, Marietta, had died before the census was taken leaving their father John with two very young children.

Like all good genealogists I questioned many times whether I had the correct person; there were so few documents for Edgar. One day, while looking for Lane’s and Vaughn’s in Crockett County on the website, I found a link to people who were listed as contacts for surnames. This led me to Jean, my genealogy angel. She was listed as a contact for the Vaughn family surname. I took a chance and emailed her. And lucky me, she replied back. In the beginning we shared family stories, and the more we communicated, the more we felt that there was a family connection. A year later I sent my DNA to FamilyTree and eagerly awaited the results. The happy dance commenced when I found that Jean was listed as one of my matches. I was on the right track.


Tonya (left) with genealogy angel and cousin, Jean in Crockett County, Tennessee.

Edgar married Minnie Mae Perry on 19 July 1894 in Crockett County.² He was about fifteen, which seems very young to be married. A year later, my grandfather, William Everett Lane, was born. Why did he marry at an early age? Perhaps his age was incorrectly enumerated, perhaps he was a wild child, or people just got married at a young age back then. We may never know.

A relative told me that Edgar liked to gamble and disappeared one day. Speculation was that he owed someone money and wound up in the river as fish-food; a gruesome thought. Or it’s possible he was one of those men who shirked their responsibility by leaving their families and taking up a new identity somewhere else in the United States.

Life went on for Minnie Mae and their son William Everett. She married Sam Cosey in 1901. In a probate document recorded in June 1906, after the death of George Vaughn, was the sentence “Due on settlement to be equally divided between Minton Vaughn and the Lane minor heir of Edgar Lane deceased.”³  All of the clues, plus the DNA, have confirmed to me that indeed John and Marietta Lane and George Vaughn are my ancestors.

I was fortunate to meet my genealogy angel, and cousin, Jean  last year when she and her husband Jim met me in Crockett County. They took me to the location where the Vaughn homestead once stood and to Lebanon Church Cemetery where Richard Vaughn, my gggg-grandfather, and other Vaughn family members are buried. She has been so kind in sharing her well-researched genealogy with me.

And recently I enjoyed another happy dance. I located a cousin, via DNA and that connects me to John Lane. Life is good!

If anyone has information about this cast of characters that are my ancestors please contact me. I would love to hear from you.

My Lane genealogy line is:

Great, Great-Grandfather, John Lane b. abt. 1859, d. abt. 1898
married Marietta Vaughn b. 1860, d. abt. 1880

Great-Grandfather, Edgar Lane b. abt. 1879, d. abt. 1898
married Minnie Mae Perry b. 26 Feb 1875, d. 13 Dec 1863

Grandfather, William Everett Lane b. 13 Jun 1895, d. 5 Jun 1939
married Ruberta Hood b. 14 Oct 1894, d. 5 Feb 1969

Father, Talmadge Hollis Lane b. 21 Nov 1914, d. 22 Jan 1993
married Bonnie Lee Schwegler b. 25 Mar 1927, d. 29 Jun 2002



¹1880 U.S. census, Crockett County, Tennessee, population schedule, Maury City, enumeration district (ED) 007, sheet 240-C, dwelling 121, family 121, George Maugham (Vaughn) household, digital image, ( : accessed 11 Mar 2014); citing NARA microfilm publication T9, roll 1249.

²Tennessee State Marriages, 1780-2002, indexed database and digital images, ( : accessed 14 Jun 2015), Crockett, 1894, image 3 of 4 : Edgar Lane to Minnie Mae Perry.

³Crockett, Tennessee, Tennessee, Probate Court Books, 1795-1927, 3: 235, George W. Vaughn; FHL film 179819001, Image 415 of 524, Settlement record for George Vaughn.