June 17, 2021

The First Scribner in America

John Scriven, born in 1623 in Wem, the county of Shropshire, England is believed to have arrived in the American Colonies sometime before 1652.  By 1662, John had settled in the colony of Dover, New Hampshire where it is recorded that he had a small farm of 20 acres and paid taxes.  The inventory of his possessions when he died in 1675 included “a hay barn with 20 acres of land, animals including 2 oxen, 4 cows, 1 calf, 3 sheep, 1 mare, 1 yearling colt and 6 hogs, farm implements, household goods, 1 musket and 1 sword.”

John Scriven was a young man when he arrived in America, and we don’t know if the reason for his journey was a desire to be a part of England’s colonization efforts, if he wanted to flee religious persecution, or possibly a desire to avoid fighting in political wars.  It is has been speculated that he might have first arrived in Barbados as there is record of a John Scriven as an early inhabitant of Barbados in the mid-1630’s.  There was a political reason to sail to Barbados before coming to New England.  At that time, emigrants with passage from England to New England were required to take an oath of allegiance and religious conformity before leaving England.  However, if sailing to Barbados, no such oath was required.

John Scriven and his wife, Mary (maiden name unknown) had at least 4 sons, John Edward, Thomas and Samuel, and 1 daughter, Elizabeth.  It is with this 2nd generation that the surname appears to have changed from Scriven to Scribner.  All of John Scriven’s sons began using the name of Scribner.  Our line comes through the eldest son, John Scribner.  There is some thought that the name change could have been prompted as a means of distancing the family from King Charles and their English legacy.  Another theory was that they didn’t want to be mistaken for the family of Rev. William Scriven who was not related, but was well known in New England, or it could be as simple as the family wanting to establish a new identity in Colonial America.

John Scribner (1657 – 1738), the eldest son of John Scriven, was a blacksmith who grew up in a time when the Colonies were expanding and there was conflict with Native American Indian tribes.  He and his wife, Elizabeth Cloyes Scribner who was also born in Dover, lived on the Dover property that John inherited from his father until 1698.  At that point, John sold his Dover holdings and moved with his family to Exeter, New Hampshire where he purchased about 200 acres and some swampland near the Exeter River.  The Exeter Town Hall burned in 1870 destroying most of the vital records of the town.  However, we know from John Scribner’s will which survived the fire that he and Elizabeth had sons Joseph, John, Samuel and Edward, and daughters Elizabeth, Mary, Abigail, Susanna and Sarah.  

Our Scribner line descends through John’s fourth son, Edward Scribner (1696 – 1756) who married Abigail Leavitt (1699 – 1736).  Edward and Abigail’s children were the 4th generation of Scribner’s to live in the Colonies, and their youngest son, Samuel Scribner (1735 – 1815) fought for our nation’s independence in the Revolutionary War.  Samuel Scribner and his wife, Sarah Bucknell Scribner, are my 4th great grandparents.

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Key Individuals:

     John Scriven  (1623 – 1675)

     Mary (maiden name unknown) Scriven  (1635 – 1695)

                John Scribner  (1657 – 1738)

                Elizabeth Cloyes Scribner  (abt 1678 – 1735)

                          Edward Scribner  (1696 – 1756)

                          Abigail Leavitt Scribner  (1699 – 1736)

                                    Samuel Scribner  (1735 – 1815)

                                    Sarah Bucknell Scribner  (1745 – 1829)



There is a good deal of information on the early Scribner family in America at the website http://www.scribnerfamilies.org and I encourage anyone wishing more detailed information on the Scribner family to check it out.

I really haven’t tried to do any research on the earlier English ancestors in this line, however, it is believed that John Scriven “The Immigrant” (1623 – 1675) might have been a son of Sir Thomas Scriven of Shropshire (1584 – 1644) who was knighted by King Charles on 29 September 1642.  Thomas was the Lord of Frodesley Manor in Shropshire county from 1631 until his death in 1644. 

Additional notes and upcoming blog changes:

My blog sponsor, Blogger, has had a feature that allows followers to "subscribe" and get email alerts when I post a new story.  They recently notified blog editors that this feature will end this July.  Since all of my subscribers are family & friends, once that happens, I will simply begin sending subscribers an email to alert you when I make a new blog post. Thus by mid-summer, the notification emails (typically twice a month) will be coming directly from me instead of from Blogger.

Sharing our family history was a project that I had been rolling around in my mind for many years, but it always seemed to be too overwhelming until I decided that a blog format would allow me to tackle this project in small bites.  During a year of COVID distancing and lockdown I found that I finally had the time to work on it.  I hope that you enjoy reading these vignettes about individuals on the various branches of our family tree as much as I enjoy researching, writing, and sharing them with everyone.  I can't believe that I have been doing this now for over a year – and there are still plenty more blog posts to come!  

- Jane Scribner McCrary

May 29, 2021

The Tale of Captain Hale

Philip Moore Hale, my 2nd great grandfather, belonged to an old Baltimore family with a pre-colonial history.  Philip grew up on a property spanning over 500 acres in Baltimore County which included a home, timber acreage and a farm.  In 1815, Philip’s grandfather, Aquila Hall, had bequeathed a portion of his plantation to his daughter, Susan Hall Hale, as a life-estate for use during the lifetimes of Susan and her husband, Henry.  The terms of the will required that the property be sold after their deaths with the proceeds to benefit the Hale children, which included Philip and his seven siblings.

Philip was a mariner, so it’s not surprising that in 1835 he married Mary Ann Brown Dickinson, the daughter of the successful Baltimore sea captain, David Bill Dickinson.  Philip was seven years older than Mary; he was 28 years old and Mary was 21 when they wed.  Mary was born in New London, Connecticut, but had moved to Baltimore with her parents by 1820. 

A letter written by Philip to his wife, Mary, in 1842 includes mention of several family financial decisions, and indicates that their relationship was close during those early years of their marriage.  “My love, … I take up my pen to converse with my wife a few moments, upwards of six years have passed since we have been married and with truth I can say we have never closed our eyes at night with an unkind feeling together.”  Philip and Mary had six children between 1836 and 1856 while living in Baltimore. 

I don’t have any information on when or how Philip began his life as a mariner, but he was already a well-respected ship’s captain by 1837 at age 30.   In 1846, Baltimore shipmasters and builders, mates and pilots sent an address to President James K Polk, asking that Baltimore be selected as the location for building ships of war as the US-Mexican War was in its early stages.  Philip M Hale was among the group selected to deliver the plea to Washington on the 18th of May, 1846.

News articles found in various newspaper archives and books have established that Philip sailed as the captain of at least five ships in the twenty-plus years between 1837 and 1858.  He sailed mostly vessels transporting merchant trade goods to ports including Boston, New Orleans, Philadelphia, Liverpool, Callao Peru and San Francisco, as well as some passenger vessels.  In 1856, while at port in Liverpool, England, Philip shows up as a member in a nearby Freemason’s lodge.

During Philip’s years as a ship’s captain, he invested in a variety of ventures, including the purchase of small parcels of land near his parents’ home estate in 1840.  He acquired land adjacent to his parents’ farm from a neighbor in 1853.  Philip’s mother, Susan Hall Hale, died in March of 1858, and later that year Philip purchased 225 acres from the estate for $17,500. 

Capt Philip M Hale sailed a ship named the Damascus, a cargo and passenger vessel, during 1848 through July 1850.  The ship’s passenger manifest records the sailing of the Damascus leaving from Liverpool, England on May 23, 1848, and arriving in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on July 11, 1848.  The ship manifest shows that 239 immigrants were aboard and the ship’s Master was Philip M Hale.

Capt Philip M Hale commanded the Sea Nymph of Baltimore on her first voyage in December 1850.   The ship sailed from Baltimore to New York where it was loaded with cargo and left for San Francisco on December 15th.  The Sea Nymph then sailed from San Francisco to Honolulu, on to Hong Kong, and then back to New York that year.

In 1856, Capt Philip M Hale was the commander and partial owner of the new ship John Clark of Baltimore on her first voyage.  On the return leg of that maiden voyage after leaving Liverpool, the ship encountered a hurricane and lost the main topsail and the foretop mast. 

The next year in 1857, Philip’s 1/8th partial ownership of the John Clark was transferred with a Bill of Sale to his mother-in-law in exchange for $14,000.  I don’t know if that tells us that she was the original source of the money invested, if it might have been a move to provide liquidity for another investment, or if Philip was simply in debt or needed the cash.  Philip sailed the John Clark of Baltimore through 1858, however it appears that the John Clark might have been the last ship on which Philip held the position of captain.  

In July 1859, a Baltimore Sun newspaper noted that Philip made a $50,000 pledge.  According to the news story, his pledge for a new railroad subscription project was included among a "rush" of late subscribers on the very last day.  Such a large last-minute pledge raises plenty of questions – was the family wealthy enough to be  able to afford such a large financial obligation?  I think that it's doubtful, as it soon becomes clear that Philip had a drinking problem.  It is unlikely that Philip ever fulfilled the $50,000 pledge for the railroad project.

Less than a year later, in June 1860, the U.S. Census showed Philip’s wife, Mary, living in Brooklyn, New York with the children – but without Philip.  And in 1861 after the death of their son Henry in the early days of the Civil War [see blog post Young Life Lost at Bull Run, June 2020], Mary wrote that Philip had abandoned her and the family and that she needed the Union pension of their late son, Henry P Hale, who had died in the Battle of Bull Run to help support her and her other children.  Mary wrote in her pension application that her husband, Philip, was a “common drunkard”.  She was granted the pension of $8.00 per month beginning July 21, 1861 due to the “Abandonment of Claimant by husband since Aprl 1st 1860, celibacy of soldier and support, by furnishing nearly all of Wife’s necessaries for several years…”

We will never know what caused the dissolution of Philip and Mary’s marriage.  Drinking could have been the cause or a symptom of challenges related to money. Ideological differences could also have been at play with Mary having been raised in the northern state of Connecticut, and Philip having been raised in a family with a slave holding tradition, creating issues that were just too much to reconcile in the years of rising tensions leading up to the Civil War.

Between 1860 and 1866, Philip worked as a seaman aboard several Union vessels during the Civil War.  And in 1867, he applied for a U.S. Naval pension claiming that he had contracted illness in service aboard U.S. Naval ships.  His petition was denied with a comment that there was no evidence of his disability resulting from his activities in the line of duty.

Family records show that Philip Moore Hale died on March 1, 1870 in Baltimore, Maryland.  His wife, Mary, had moved with her children back to Connecticut by mid-1860 to be near her family.  She died in 1880 and Mary was noted in her obituary as the widow of Philip Hale.

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Key Individuals:

     Philip Moore Hale  (1807 – 1870)

     Mary Ann Brown Dickinson Hale  (1816 – 1880)

     Susan Hall Hale  (1778 – 1858)

     Aquila Hall  (1750 – 1815)


Philip Moore Hale’s date of death is included in a family document that does not give any other information or details.  To date, I have not been able to find either a death certificate (death records were not kept in Baltimore until 1875), newspaper announcement of his death, or a grave location for Philip M Hale that might provide more information on his death.  I suspect that he could have died in Baltimore as that is where he was living as late as 1867. 

If Philip M Hale's name pops up in anyone’s research, I would love to hear from you.


- Jane Scribner McCrary

May 14, 2021

My Grandfather Remembered

I only knew one of my grandfathers, Charles Henry Hughes, my maternal grandfather.  My paternal grandfather had died long before I was born.  My earliest memories of my mother’s parents, Charles & Nina, were at their Chesapeake, Virginia home.  They had a 2-story home built near the river with a dock, small boat, and a barn, though I don’t remember any animals.  I do remember often eating crab in the summer, and the lovely meandering river.  Also there were plenty of wonderful trees and flowering azaleas along with magical fireflies in the evening. 

Granddaddy worked for the City of Norfolk, Virginia and held positions of Superintendent of Highways and also Director of Public Works prior to retirement.

Charles Henry Hughes was born nearby in Berkley, Norfolk County, Virginia in 1898.  He was the youngest son of Luke G Hughes & Jane Roberts Hughes who had eight children.  The Hughes family had moved from North Carolina to Virginia when their family was young [see my 21 Nov 2020 blog post on Charles’ father titled Lamplighter Luke].

In the earliest photo that I have of Charles, you can clearly see the mischief in his eyes – I love this photo.  Charles married Nina Cecelia Nash in 1920, and they had two daughters, Ann Hart Hughes (my mother) and Nina Nash Hughes (my Aunt Teene).  I wish I had a wedding photo for Charles & Nina, as I’m sure they made a handsome newlywed couple. 

Charles & Nina lived in the Norfolk and Chesapeake area of Virginia for most of their life together.  However after Charles retired from the City of Norfolk, they decided to move to New Mexico to be near our family. 

In the mid-1960’s, my family was living in Alto, New Mexico, and Charles & Nina made the decision to cross the country and move closer to us, settling in nearby San Patricio, New Mexico.  At one point, the family of my mother’s younger sister, Teene, also came to New Mexico for a year or more. Those were wonderful years for me as I got to spend so much time with my mother’s side of our family.  For the first time in my life I actually lived near grandparents, and for a time saw much of my aunt, uncle and five cousins.  It was so great!

Charles & Nina Hughes, Granny & Granddaddy to me, lived only about 45 minutes from our family.  They purchased a small 2-bedroom home in the Hondo Valley of New Mexico.  It was a sweet, lovely stucco southwestern style home located on the banks of the small the Hondo River.  There were also several acres with the property including a small apple orchard, a pear tree, and space for a large summer garden.  They even had a few lambs to eat the grass under the apple trees.  In the summer, we (the grandchildren) would often play in the river. There was a rope swing hung from a tree that would arc out over the deepest part of the water, and we could let go and drop into the water hole.


I would sometimes pack a bag to take with me to school on a Friday, and then after school I could get on the bus that headed down to the Hondo Valley.  Granddaddy would meet the bus, and I got to stay with my grandparents until Sunday when my parents would come to visit and fetch me.  I would help Granny fix and prepare meals, do odd jobs, and in the summer I helped Granddaddy sell apples from the orchard at his small apple house, sort of a roadside apple stand that was along the highway.  I remember being so proud of myself one weekend when I sold $20 worth of apples for my grandparents!

In the summer of 1965 the Hondo River, which was just behind their home, had a flash flood and filled their home with several feet of water and mud.  I think that a tree stump even took out the front window.  During the storm Granny & Granddaddy took refuge in the apple house which was built on a higher elevation than their home and the river.  The flood was devastating for everyone in the Valley, and it took all summer and into the next year for them to get everything dried out and cleaned, repair the damage, and replace what could be replaced.  I remember that my grandparents were so grateful that they were fine and their home could be saved, and they never complained about the hardship and the mess of it all.  Granny’s only real sadness was the loss of all their early family photos, letters and papers.

Granddaddy was tall and thin, and he wasn’t a man of many words, so when he talked, we listened.  He loved the land and spent most of his time outdoors working in his garden or the orchard, puttering around with his projects, or just sitting on the back porch enjoying life and nature, reading and listening to the sound of the river.  He would get up early and after a big breakfast, weather permitting, he would spend all morning working outside before coming in for lunch.  I remember that he loved lots of gravy and plenty of salt & pepper on everything.  Lunch was always followed by a short nap stretched out on the sofa in the living room before he headed outside again. 

In their later years, Granddaddy usually did the grocery shopping, and Granny would give him a list of what was needed, but at the bottom of that list she would add a NO list, i.e. NO toilet paper, NO napkins, NO milk, etc. because he often would come home with extras that he thought they “just might need”.

Granddaddy died in early January of 1973 at home in San Patricio, New Mexico at age 74.  Charles & Nina had been living in New Mexico for their last 9 years together, and both he and Nina truly loved it.  On the day he died, Granddaddy spent the morning outside, came in for lunch and took his short nap, and then went back outside again.  He had a massive heart attack and died instantly, surrounded by his lovely fruit trees. 

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Key Individuals:

     Charles Henry Hughes  (1898 – 1973)

     Nina Cecelia Nash Hughes  (1896 – 1977)


I’m not ignoring Nina, I will give you more information on my Granny and her story in a future blog post.

- Jane Scribner McCrary

April 30, 2021

Dangerous Fire Aboard a Clipper Ship

Previous blog posts (Visits to Pitcairn Island, August 2020, and Ships’ Logs from the 1870’s, December 2020) introduced you to Capt David Alba Scribner, my great grandfather.  His last sea voyage was on the clipper ship, Henry B Hyde, and unfortunately, it was the most difficult sea voyage of his career.  David was at the end of a forty year career as the master of many sea voyages including forty-three hazardous trips around the cold and bitter Cape Horn of South America. 

In late 1899, Captain Scribner sailed the 2,500 ton clipper ship, Henry B Hyde, from the port in Norfolk, Virginia with a load of coal to make his way around the Horn and then on to Honolulu, Hawaii.  A Brunswick, Maine newspaper account, recalls that during the voyage the coal in the hold of the ship caught on fire, and the ship was at risk of sinking if the fire burned through the hull:

“It is a singular fact that that the last voyage made by Capt. Scribner brought to him the worst experiences in his sea-faring career.  Having sailed out of Norfolk on the Ship Henry B. Hyde with coal for Honolulu, he was off Cape Horn when he found that the ship and cargo were on fire, the result of spontaneous combustion. 

Over a thousand miles from the nearest port and in latitude famous for its gales, the situation was a most desperate one.  Capt. Scribner set at work throwing the coal overboard to get at the fire, but after two days of hard work, the smoke and gas made it impossible for the men to live below decks, and he headed the ship for Valparaiso, Chili, 1400 miles away.  It was a battle for life.  While constantly prepared to take to the boats, the heavy weather made such a course suicidal and they kept up the fight.  Ten days after the fire was discovered, the ship arrived in Valparaiso.  Capt. Scribner had burned his hands severely and lack of suitable care resulted in blood poisoning.  The surgeons told him that amputation of his hands was the only thing that could save his life, but Capt. Scribner thought differently and recovered without their assistance. 

Having arrived in port, they filled the ship as full of water as possible, and drowned out the fire, which was mostly in the bottom of the ship.  Two thousand tons of coal were discharged to ascertain the damage, and it was found to be more serious than was anticipated, but the ship was allowed to proceed to Honolulu, her destination, with half of the cargo.

After repairing the ship in Honolulu, Capt. Scribner turned her over to the California owners who had bought her while on the passage out.  He took steam passage to San Francisco and came home.” – excerpt from “Forty Years of Sea Life” news story in the Brunswick Record newspaper; October 2, 1903. 

Another newspaper accounting of the tragic voyage records that “Capt. Scribner deserves great praise for getting his vessel into port against the most adverse conditions, and thereby saving the entire crew.  For many days they, captain, officers and men, were all fighting the fire in the cargo, and a furious gale blowing all the time.  Cape Horn is justly the sailors’ terror.” Sailors Magazine, May 1900.

The clipper ship, Henry B Hyde; an oil painting by Antonio Jacobsen, 1896; http://blueworldwebmuseum.org/ 

In one of the letters that David sent from Valparaiso to his wife, he told her that even after having been docked a week they had only unloaded a fourth of the cargo and the burning coal that remained on the ship was still “burning as bright as ever you saw in our furnace” in half a dozen places and required repeated calls to the water boat to continue trying to drown it out.  His letter tells that they had put 9 ½ feet of water inside the hold of the ship by the second week of fighting the fire while in port and still didn’t have it under control.  It must have been tricky to try and put enough water into the hold to put out the fire, and yet not sink the ship.

Born in 1840 in Topsham, Maine, David had gone to sea by the time he was twenty-years of age.  He was the eleventh child and the youngest son of Deacon David Scribner and Islethera Howland Scribner.

For thirty-five of his forty years as a mariner, David A Scribner sailed ships belonging to the Chapman & Flint companies of Maine and New York.  Captain Scribner sailed many of their ships and often shared an ownership interest in the vessels.  Ships under his command at various times were the St Charles, St Lucie, St John, St David and the St Frances which he sailed for a dozen years.  Benjamin Flint, of Chapman & Flint, was married to Frances Ellen Scribner, David’s sister.  The two families were lifelong friends and in the early years, the Scribner and Flint families lived near to each other in Maine, and later again in Brooklyn.

Captain Scribner often sailed a route from eastern seaboard ports or from Liverpool, England southward, around the Cape Horn, and then north to San Francisco, often stopping in Hawaii to exchange goods for sugar – and then back again. David’s mariner career included many hazardous trips around the cold and bitter Cape Horn.  He also engaged in the California trade transporting goods between various ports in Japan and back to San Francisco or Puget Sound.

By the time of his retirement from the sea in 1900, David and his family were living in Brooklyn, New York.  He became a Trustee, and later Governor, of a retired sailor's home known as the Sailors' Snug Harbor, located on Staten Island, New York.  Snug Harbor opened in 1833 as the first maritime home and hospital for retired seamen in America. The seamen were provided a home, food and healthcare in the company of other retired seafarers. In 1900, over 1,000 men lived at Sailors’ Snug Harbor.

David Alba Scribner was a true mariner with a love for life at sea.  He was quoted as saying, "I have friends all over the world, and, if I had my life to live over again, I would choose the same profession that I followed.  In my forty years at sea I have seen a good many shipmasters, and, as a class, I have a great deal of respect for them."

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Key individuals:

    Capt David Alba Scribner  (1840 – 1911)

    Benjamin Chapman Flint  (1813 – 1891)

    Frances Ellen Scribner Flint  (1835 – 1916)



Captain Scribner’s wife, Virginia, sailed with him for seventeen years, going around the Cape twenty-one times with him.  Their three young children also sailed aboard Capt Scribner’s clipper ships in the family’s younger years.  The children were schooled on board ship during that time, however, when their eldest, Henry, was 12 years old, David & Virginia decided that it was time for the children to attend public school, and they settled in Brooklyn, New York.  David sailed without his family for eight more years before his retirement.

Virginia kept a sea journal of her travels with her husband and young family, and I will share that in a future blog post.

 – Jane Scribner McCrary 

April 9, 2021

Who is Benny Scribner?

Benny Scribner has been referred to as the adopted son of Captain David A Scribner.  There was never a formal adoption, but Benny assumed the name of Benny David Scribner, and David cared for Benny for many years of his life.  Much of what I have discovered about Benny was written in either books or news stories – and his story is an  interesting one. 

Captain Scribner discovered Benny in 1874 on a beach in a South American port.  Captain Scribner was at the time in port on the ship Abner Coburn, and invited Benny to join him as a steward on the ship preparing meals for the crew.  Benny was a Chinese boy about twelve years old at the time and was an orphan making his way on his own. Benny claimed to have never known his parents, and he believed that he was born in Singapore.

David married two years after Benny joined him aboard the ship, and for the next dozen years Benny was regarded as a part of the family by David’s wife, Virginia, and the Scribner children who all also sailed aboard ship with Captain Scribner on his voyages.

Benny sailed as a steward on voyages with Capt David Scribner for the next 26 years until David retired from the sea in 1900.  At the time that Captain Scribner retired, one news story said that he had owned an interest in a ship called the J. B. Walker.  Scribner sold his interest in the ship to a friend, Captain George Wallace of San Francisco who assumed command of the ship.  By agreement of all, Benny joined the Wallace family maritime business which grew to a successful bar pilot business in the San Francisco area.  Bar pilot ships would assist other vessels in safely navigating the waterways of the western coast.  Benny sailed not only with Captain George Wallace as a steward aboard his ships for several years, but also with his son, Captain John Wallace until Benny finally retired in 1932.

Benny served as ship’s steward, and he was also lauded for his skills preparing clam chowder and other foods for ships of the San Francisco Bar Pilots Association.  When he retired, Benny had both a pension and savings from his many years at sea. He lived his final days at the Wallace home in California, and died in 1939. 

Benny’s obituary summarizes his life in this way:

CHARACTER OF WATERFRONT DIES – “Death came yesterday to Benny Scribner, Chinese chef, who for 40 years ruled the galley of the bar pilots’ schooner, Gracie S, and who was one of the most picturesque of all of old San Francisco waterfront characters. Benny who was somewhere around 85 years of age never knew who his parents were. He was found by Capt David Scribner of the old bark Abner Coburn, a deserted orphan, on the beach in a South American port. He grew up with Captain and Mrs Scribner and took their name. When the former retired from the sea, Benny became the ward of Capt George Wallace of the J B Wallace. He served both Captain Wallace and his son, Capt John Wallace, outliving both. When he finally retired as cook in the pilot service in 1932, he went to the Wallace home down the Peninsula to end his last days."

Source:  Newspaper: Oakland Tribune; Oakland, CA; Date: Monday, March 13, 1939; Section: C; Page: 7.

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Key Individuals:

     Captain David Alba Scribner  (1840 – 1911)

          Benny Scribner  (abt 1862 – 1939)


- Jane Scribner McCrary

The First Scribner in America

John Scriven, born in 1623 in Wem, the county of Shropshire, England is believed to have arrived in the American Colonies sometime before 16...