I’m trying something new this year…again. Maybe I can make it past January with this blog this time around. For a while there I was making “On This Day” Facebook posts noting several events that took place on that day, selected at random from the pages of our family history. For 2024, I’ve decided to do something similar here. You may get a birth, marriage, death, baptism, graduation, or clambake, but you’ll get the details on the anniversary of the event.
So for the first entry of 2024, you’re getting the birth of Ann Gifford, my 6G-grandmother. Not to be confused with the Ann Gifford mentioned in this post (a 2nd cousin 9 times removed), this Ann was born 7 January 1742 in New Jersey. She was the oldest child (at least according to my records) of Joshua Gifford and his wife Hannah Dean. On 20 January 1761 in Monmouth Beach, New Jersey, Ann married Nathan Davis, one of the long line of Seventh Day Baptists in our family history. Like many in this line, Nathan had been born in Rhode Island before migrating to New Jersey and then moving on with his family to what would later become West Virginia. Ann would give birth to at least 13 children, all apparently in New Jersey, but most of the marriages of that next generation took place in Harrison and Doddridge Counties, (West) Virginia.
Nathan died in Salem, in Harrison County, in 1814, and Ann died on 14 October 1820, also in Salem. Both are buried in the Seventh Day Baptist Cemetery there, which I visited a number of years ago, though Nathan and Ann were not among the many family graves I saw that day. Their 13 known children were William G., Joshua Gifford, David, John, Hannah, Joseph S. (my 5G-grandfather), Nathan, Tacy, Ann, Mary, Stephen C., Ananias, and another John. Joseph’s line would eventually make its way west, and Ann and Nathan’s great-great-granddaughter Lucinda Blanche would marry Wellington David Wilson, grandfather of my paternal grandmother Blanche Wilson.
So there you have it – a glimpse into an event that took place 282 years ago today. It’s always intriguing to think of all those family events that had to happen just so in order for me to be sitting here typing this today. But then, that’s the beauty of genealogy.





