September 30, 2023

Aviator to Rancher

The military career of Robert Gordon Scribner, my father, was the subject one of my early blogs [Awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, posted in May of 2020].  He retired from the U.S. Marine Corps in 1963 after a successful career in aviation with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, and while he was still in his early 40’s.  He could see that his flying days were coming to an end.  He always said that he retired because he did not really want a desk job.

While stationed at his last assignment in Yuma, Arizona, my parents invested in a ranch in Deming, New Mexico, the Palomas Ranch, and horses started to become a part of our life.  According to Dad, when he was young his parents wanted him to become an engineer like his father.  He was more interested in becoming a veterinarian; however neither of those career choices came to fruition.  Dad went to Virginia Polytechnic Institute in June 1942 to begin studying engineering, and before year end he left to join the Navy V-5 program for pilot training to become an aviator.

Both of my parents were great readers, and had an active mind for continuing education as a lifelong interest.  Dad was a huge proponent of adult education and took numerous classes while in the military on animal husbandry, and the kind of skills that a rancher would need like welding, machinery repair and construction.  Soil & water conservation was also of great interest to Dad.

With over 20 years in military service, my parents made the decision for Dad to retire in 1963.  Before he retired, Mom & Dad looked for property suitable for a small ranch with horses and cattle.  One location that they liked was the area around Ruidoso, New Mexico which we had visited a couple of times on vacations when he was stationed in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  It was cooler than Arizona and a couple of us children with asthma did well in the mountain air – we were five children by the time Dad retired.  No more military life for this family or moving every two years.

 



High Mesa Ranch in Alto, New Mexico became our new family home along with the business of raising and breeding horses, primarily quarter horses, and black Brangus cattle that roamed the pastures and wooded areas.
 

Growing up on a rural property has its advantages and disadvantages.  As a child there was a lack of nearby friends and playmates.  We were at the end of the line for the school bus which meant that we started early and got home late.  And we all rode that darned school bus until graduation day!  While some of our friends had cars in high school, we were never conveniently located to catch a ride with anyone.  Our parents allowed us to drive the family car into town to run errands or attend school functions, but not on a daily basis to attend school.

I remember so many special times like taking the toboggan out in the snow during the holidays to find a perfect Christmas tree to bring back to our home, dragging us on the toboggan behind a horse for fun, learning to drive on rural roads and taking the car into the pasture so we could drive fast in tight circles, called “donuts” and feel how to handle a car that is out of control, staying up late at night to watch the birth of a new foal, seeing deer and turkey out the windows of our home, and wandering around the woods beneath the house and down to Eagle Creek, a lovely clear mountain stream that bordered our property on one side. 

 


High Mesa Ranch was mostly pasture land on the mesa top and the wooded acreage down three sides of the mesa.  The ranch was 2 sections of land, a total of 1,280 acres.  The pastures were planted in winter wheat for grazing.  The front section on top of the mesa had an old farmhouse, barn and orchard on the property when our family purchased it, and for many years it was used as a home for a ranch foreman and their family.  The back section of our land was called the School Section and it was mostly wooded until a forest fire in 1967 took out many of the trees, and almost reached our home.


My parents built a new home for our family on one side of the mesa top, and a horse stables and small track on the other side.
  I remember that they used rocks gathered on the ranch for the retaining walls around the house and Mom chose lovely round ones with green moss on them for the three fireplaces; we had three wood-burning fireplaces in our home.  The house was built with oversized pinkish adobe bricks made in Mexico that required a long drive to the border to pick them up as they couldn’t be delivered.

The ranch operation was predominately the raising of Brangus cattle for sale, and breeding and raising horses.  There were two stud horses on the ranch with more than a dozen brood mares at one time. 

 


The horse stables that were built had 20 stalls, each stall with its own 14’ x 80’ run, and three hay or straw lofts in the middle section along with an office, tack and grain room, and a foaling stall.  There was a small bunkhouse with a window looking into the foaling stall.  They also built a 3/8 mile training track in front of the stables with a four-horse starting gate – and a tongue-in-cheek sign that read High Mesa Downs.

One interesting aspect about the horse stables is that my parents built it with a significant water conservation feature.  The stables building was 375 feet long.  Rain water was collected from the metal roof with rain gutters and directed into an 18,000 gallon cistern.  The rain water was then pumped out of the cistern and available to supply all of the water for the horses, the horse showers, bunk room and other needs.

Additional ranch income came from boarding and exercising race horses that were coming to the Ruidoso Downs Race Track prior to the start of race season or for resting and rehabilitation when needed.  The horses were prepared for the upcoming race season with regular workouts so that they could get acclimated to the higher altitude.  There was also a lot of the initial breaking and training of 2-year-old race horses from first saddle to gate training.

Mom & Dad even had a few horses that raced at the track in Ruidoso Downs, but in the end it wasn’t a profitable endeavor.  Our jockey colors were scarlet and yellow.  I remember thinking that a day at the track was pretty boring.  The race would certainly be exciting, but it would only last a couple of minutes, and then there would be a very long 30-45 minute wait for the next race.  Everyone was busy during that time getting drinks or food and placing bets, but I would just bring a book and read to pass the time. 

After the children were grown, my parents often traveled. They went on trips with a group called the New Mexico Amigos who were business men and women that promoted New Mexico to businesses.  They developed a keen interest in art and were supporters of local artists and southwestern art.  Needlepoint conventions were also on their list of fun things to do – Dad was a great needlepointer and won several ribbons at these events.  When I was about college age I came home with a needlepoint project and brought one for Mom to do as she always enjoyed craft projects as well.  And then before I knew it, Dad was needlepointing!  He found needlepoint to be a great pastime while watching football games or TV.  For a couple of years, it was a family secret and he would put it away if anyone came over.  In the end, he took great pride in his needlepoint projects which were finely executed and often became special gifts for family.

My folks also traveled worldwide with trips to Spain and Egypt.  And they enjoyed many extended vacations in Mexico until Mom’s health began to decline.  New Mexico was home to my parents for much of their long life together. Dad died on January 26, 2006 from heart failure, and Mom died only 2 days later on January 28, 2006 after years of dementia or Alzheimer’s and loving home care from Dad.  Bob & Ann were partners in life and they left this world together as well. 

 


Mom & Dad had 5 children, 8 grandchildren, and now a growing number of great grandchildren to carry on their legacy. 

 

 

Note:  Grandchild, Shane Scribner, not in this photo.

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Notes:

While this blog is mostly about my Dad; my Mom and I were very close, and I plan to make her the subject of my next blog post.


Key Individuals:

     Robert Gordon Scribner  (1923 – 2006)

     Ann Hart Hughes Scribner  (1921 – 2006)                         

- Jane Scribner McCrary

September 15, 2023

Samuel Justus Hart or Justus Samuel Hart?

In an early blog post, Lost Line from Canada, dated July 18, 2020, I expressed my frustration with the lack of information that I have on my 2nd great grandfather, Samuel Hart.  He was married to Honora (or Hannah) Rouen, and they had two children, Frank and Mary Ann Hart.  See my previous blog post for more on Honora. 

As I noted in that blog post about Samuel Hart, our family lore and notes indicate that Samuel “had lived as an orphan in a lumber camp in Canada.  The cook, who had known his parents, was to tell him about them, but apparently did not before he was killed.”  And my research has not yet revealed anything about Samuel’s parentage.

To revisit, here is what we do know about Samuel Hart:

Samuel Hart was born in Canada. The 1865, 1870, 1875 and 1880 censuses for the Hart family, including his wife and children, all show him to be born in Canada.  Also, the death certificates for both of his children note that their father was born in Canada.

Samuel’s name variations, as noted in documentation, include the following:

Justice Heart – 1865 census; 30 yrs; laborer; w/ Hannah, Francis & Mary A in Schaghticoke, Rensselaer, NY

Samuel Hart – 1870 census; 34 yrs; farm laborer; w/ Hannah, Frank & Mary in Schaghticoke, Rensselaer, NY

Samuel Hart – 1875 census; 44 yrs; farm laborer; w/ Hannah & Mary A (Frank as laborer was 3 houses away) in Schaghticoke, Rensselaer, NY

Samuel Hart – 1880 census; 46 yrs; farmer; w/ Hannah, Francis & Mary in Schaghticoke, Rensselaer, NY

Samuel Hart – per son Frank’s 1916 death certificate

Justus Hart – per daughter Mary Ann’s 1926 death certificate

Justin or Justus Hart – per family notes written in 1977 by Louise Nash Egbert

Most references cite his first name as Samuel and a few as Justus.  My mother had once mentioned that she had been told that he didn’t like his first name.  I’ve always thought of him as Samuel Justus Hart or Samuel J Hart … however maybe his name was actually Justus Samuel Hart?

Samuel Hart was likely born about 1831.  Census records place his birthdate somewhere between 1825 and 1836.  I have found a 1902 death certificate for a Samuel Hart that I believe might be our Samuel.  He died in Troy, NY (where our Samuel’s son, Frank lived) and it lists him as having died at 71 years (i.e. birth year of 1831), occupation as farmer, married, and born in Toronto, Canada.  This death certificate noted that Samuel was buried in Schaghticoke, Rensselaer, NY.  Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find the place of burial for either Samuel or his wife, Honora/Hannah.  Interestingly, this 1902 death certificate marks the first time that a specific location in Canada has shown up in my research.

Samuel’s primary language was French.  According to family letters, Samuel’s native language was French which he spoke almost exclusively.  And Samuel's wife, Honora was well educated and also fluent in French, though she was born in Ireland.  It is reasonable to assume that Samuel was raised by a French speaking family in Canada.

“About Grandma [Mary Ann Hart] … her Mother was a Rouen and her father was a Hart, who was a French Canadian”  “I believe that I have heard that [Samuel] Hart, the great grandfather spoke very little or no English.  I would presume that the former Miss Rouen must have been bi-lingual to a degree for the matter of communication.”  Source:  Maurice Eugene Nash [great grandson of Samuel Hart & Honora Rouen Hart] family letter; 1963.

And another similar bit of information from family stories:

“I have heard (I can’t remember where) that Grandma Watson [Mary Ann Hart] lived in New York state; that her father [Samuel Hart] raced in the Hudson River Ryatta [sic Regatta].  She was brought up not to have to work but well-trained in all household activities (as her later life would indicate) so she could properly supervise… Grandma [Mary Ann Hart] spoke very little, as far as I can find out, about her family... she loved books and poetry … always Classics.” – Source:  Louise Nash Egbert [great granddaughter of Samuel Hart & Honora Rouen Hart] family letter; 1977.


And now for a course correction.  I mentioned in the Notes section of the Lost Line from Canada 2020 blog post, that at the time I believed that our Samuel Hart might somehow be connected to the notable Hart family that originated in the French speaking area of Quebec in the late 1700’s. 

Aaron Hart (b.1724) and Dorothea Catharine Judah (b.1747) emigrated from England in 1781 and established the prominent Hart family in Quebec.  They had eight children, including four sons, and their extended family grew to be quite large.  At his death in 1800, it was believed that Aaron Hart was the wealthiest citizen in British Canada. 

Aaron Hart has been referred to as the father of Canadian Jewry.  Hart is known to have been an Ashkenazi Jew, and I assume that his wife, Dorothea was Ashkenazi Jewish as well, since she was also Aaron’s cousin.

I was recently reviewing the information that I have on Samuel Hart, when it occurred to me that if Samuel was a descendant of the Canadian Aaron Hart family, then wouldn’t I find some Ashkenazi Jewish ethnicity in my DNA results?  Several years ago I took the Ancestry DNA test, and it does not show an Ashkenazi Jewish DNA component for me. 

At first I thought that might mean that our Samuel Hart doesn’t link to the Ashkenazi Jewish Canadian Hart family line.  However, I discussed this with a distant cousin who is related to me through my same Hart line, and he tells me that he has had his DNA done with five different companies and that two of the five results show traces of Ashkenazi Jewish DNA.  And as you probably already know, the amounts of DNA that each generation can get from a parent can vary greatly.  And of course, if he does have Ashkenazi Jewish DNA in his line, we currently have no way of determining if it is in the Hart segments.

Thus, with the information that I have today, I really can’t establish that our Samuel Hart descends from the Ashkenazi Jewish Canadian Hart family founded by Aaron and Dorothea Hart.  If anyone else in my Hart family line has taken a DNA test, I would love to hear from you as to whether you see any Ashkenazi ethnicity or not in your results.

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Key Individuals:

Samuel J Hart  (abt 1830 – 1902?)

Honora Rouen or Hannah Roughan  (abt 1830 – unknown) 

       Francis/Frank Hart  (1861 – 1916)

       Mary Ann Hart Nash Watson  (1862 – 1926)

Jane Scribner McCrary

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