The eight great-grandparent lines of the tree — hold that frame and
everything else here makes sense. Each family now has a room: the
story, the people worth meeting, the records that anchor it, and what is proven and open.
The colors below are the same eight used in the fan above and throughout the
atlas.
Temple
Bishopstrow, Wiltshire → Bristol → tidewater Virginia → Texarkana & the piney woods
A manor family cited in 1662 for refusing to sit in the pew; a Bristol mercer's posthumous son who crossed to Virginia and married a hanged rebel's granddaughter; the Huguenot name Latané handed down for three centuries, all the way to East Texas timber.
The best-documented line in the tree — four 17th-century wills read in the original hand.
Read: Henry Waring Latané Temple and Susan Jones · How I Met My Great-Great-Great Grandparents
Step into the Temple room →
Crouch
Southwestern Pennsylvania → Wise County, Texas → Arkansas → Texarkana
A farmer in Pennsylvania's southwestern corner whose own parents are unknown; the long move to Wise County, Texas; and a wedding across the state line that runs down the middle of Texarkana.
Four generations and then a wall — the Maryland line drawn above Benedict Crouch is refuted by the court filing that named all seven of Nathan Crouch's children.
Step into the Crouch room →
Bond
Baltimore County → the Methodist circuits → Missouri → Little Rock
A circuit-riding preacher whose parents are still the family's oldest open question; a Gettysburg-born doctor who ended in an Arizona copper camp; a wedding and a death on Little Rock's Arch Street.
The shortest branch and the best-cited — every person in it carries a record.
Read: Julia Sterling and John Barnitz Bond Sr, MD · Alice Plunkett and John Bond Jr
Step into the Bond room →
Plunkett
Killummod, Roscommon → Saint-Domingue → Williamsburg → Des Arc, Arkansas
An Irish Catholic with no future under the Penal Laws, a Paris-born commandant, a buccaneer's daughter — and a family that ran for the boats when Haiti rose, refugees twice over, four generations from Torbeck to the Grand Prairie.
The Saint-Domingue core is proven on original French parish registers; the American chain is not.
Read: Renée Rose Adélaïde Gentillot and Achilles … · W.B. Plunkett and Lila Boyd Plunkett
Step into the Plunkett room →
Catchings
Wilkes County, Georgia → Crow Creek, Tennessee → Travis County, Texas → Taft, in South Texas
The oldest American claim in the family — a Virginia courtroom in 1638 — and a documented line from Georgia bounty land through a Tennessee valley where the railroad stop bore the family's name, to farms outside Austin and on to Taft in South Texas.
The 1638 courtroom is tradition; the line as it can actually be shown begins in Georgia.
Read: Correspondence between Eugene Catchings and…
Step into the Catchings room →
Johnson
Lanchester, County Durham → Liverpool → Austin
Coalfield Catholics, married at a recusant chapel and invisible in the Anglican registers everyone had searched — by way of six years in Liverpool to Austin in the early 1870s.
The Durham side is solid; the South Carolina Morgan half is a sketch of a route, not a proof.
Step into the Johnson room →
West
Plymouth Colony → Rhode Island → upstate New York → Bleeding Kansas → the Texas oil fields
The one New England line, and the one that reaches a Mayflower passenger. A man who went to Kansas Territory at twenty-two the year the fighting started, and a grandson who went to sea past Singapore and came home to the oil patch.
The Mayflower link is accepted in print by the Soule scholars; the weak joint is nearer — upstate New York, early 1800s.
Step into the West room →
Carpenter
Hallau, Schaffhausen → the Shenandoah → Carpenter's Station, Kentucky → Missouri → Texas
Swiss Zimmermanns who turned the name into English; a long hunter who proved a Kentucky claim with a crop of corn in 1776; a widow of twenty-two who administered an estate, bought land in her own name, and lived to eighty-seven.
Anchored by a family Bible of 1773 that still exists, at the Kentucky Historical Society.
Step into the Carpenter room →