Tag: Mary Jane Edwards

  • Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Rapidly Evolving Quakerism

    Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Rapidly Evolving Quakerism

    Sunday, June 10, 1866 Milton, Lizzie and I went to Walnut Ridge to meeting. Enos Prey was there and preached a pretty extensive sermon. E Osborn also preached. There was preaching outdoors. Also the new meeting house is quite commodious but would not contain more than half the people. Went to Joseph Butler’s for dinner.…

  • Living Up to a Surprising Family Legacy

    Living Up to a Surprising Family Legacy

    I have an impressive role model. Seven years ago today, I spent the day in New Castle, Indiana, paging through musty books, peering at microfilm newspaper articles, and digging through gigantic, bound court record books. My son Ted Shideler and I were just starting my second Lilly Teacher Creativity Fellowship Award project. For the past…

  • Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Fashion Can Be A Quaker Passion

    Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Fashion Can Be A Quaker Passion

    Because I’ve posted so many Sunday entries, today, I’m skipping ahead to the upcoming Wednesday in Mary Jane’s diary. For context, at the time of her writing, she and her sister Lizzie, my three-times great-grandmother, have been home in rural East Central Indiana for six weeks since returning from their first stint teaching freedmen in…

  • Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Drawing Back a Veil

    Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Drawing Back a Veil

    Sunday, May 27, 1866 Lizzie and I went to meeting to Elmgrove. Isaac Trueblood and his daughters Miriam & Mary were there. Meeting was small. In the afternoon Milton, Lizzie & Ella Hubbard went up to a spiritual meeting at Greensboro. The speaker was Mrs. Mitchell. They enjoyed it pretty well [and] stopped at Bales’s…

  • Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Time Moves On, But Human Nature Stays the Same

    Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Time Moves On, But Human Nature Stays the Same

    From the 1866 diary that inspired my first novel: Sunday, May 20, 1866 Milton, Lizzie & I went to Elmgrove to meeting. Got there before the Sabbath school closed. I read the 46th Psalm at the close of school; several were at meeting, no preaching.  After meeting we went to N Gause, took dinner, then…

  • Taking a Risk – Putting Faith into Action

    Taking a Risk – Putting Faith into Action

    How often do we see faith in action like this today? “Sunday, March 25, 1866 Another Sabbath has passed away…This afternoon [I] attended [the] Baptist meeting, but it proved to be mostly a business meeting. They are raising money to buy a lot and build a church as they will most likely be deprived of…

  • Reconstruction Diary Meditations: How to Be Stuck: A Lesson from 1866

    Reconstruction Diary Meditations: How to Be Stuck: A Lesson from 1866

    “Wednesday, March 21, 1866 Last night we had thunder and lightning, and a shower of rain which continued through the night. I did not go out visiting this morning [or] in the afternoon. Lizzie and I went up to town and purchased some dry goods. Good calico is 23 & 30 cents per yard, lower…

  • Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Words of wisdom in stressful times – from 1866!

    Sunday, March 11, 1866 We looked for the Ohio teachers on the morning train but they did not come & no word from them. We received a letter from home; they are well as usual. Change is going on among our friends & acquaintances: some are married, some are consigned to the tomb, since our…

  • Who are your people? Google them!

    Genealogy has had an oscillating presence in my life.  Sometimes its fan blows straight at me and keeps me cool and comfy; sometimes it blows in another direction, and I just catch a slight waft of the gentle breeze. Over the years, it’s depended on the amount of time I’ve been able to invest in…

  • Chasing our Quaker ancestors from a log cabin in the woods

    It was beginning to seem like a game of tag… to find out as much as possible about my three times great aunt, Mary Jane Edwards who went South with her sister Lizzie– my three times great grandmother– to teach freedmen right after the Civil War.   And it was filled with stops and starts, dashes, and…